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handelplayssims · 1 year

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Another day in the werewolf household! Before Rory heads off to work, her pack participation within her own group is low so I sent her to go contribute a fossil to the pack resources. How does an old fossil count towards resources, I dunno but it counts at least. Lou I sent out to explore the underground tunnels, since he was still out and about. With Celene in bed to rest up for work, Lou’s home alone. And ready to use the computer to do some mischief!

Celene is up and can do a little bit of socalizing before she heads off to work. Which turns out to be Darryl Charm from the Charm household. Alas, all we know is his career is a Retail worker and a lifestyle of being tight-knit. Let’s see, Celene’s a person who wants to be neighborly and give advice to others so let’s see how he takes a new career! ...a little annoyed but not outright rejecting it. Cool!

Meanwhile Bianca came home angry and about to transform. I await it to happen but I noticed her fashion in wolf-form just seemed eh and changed that up first. Also, she suddenly got hungry and craved food. One of her temperments after all. So it’s time for a hunt! You know who else came home angry? Rory. -sighs- Time to work out at the small home fitness area now.

And there Bianca goes off a rampaging. Mostly pawing the dirt it looks like. Lou meanwhile, is just saying hi to Darryl as well and pulling a little prank on him. Because that’s how he be. And Rory just has the urge to fight now. Welp. Let’s pick one with Lou. Fight done! Now it’s time for Bianca to contribute resources and for Rory to go explore the tunnels. Not much she could explore without dark vision though. Alas.

Lou is done rampaging and is now feeling flirty. Ah, one of his temperments raises fury when that happens so welp. So I let him and Bianca have a fun time. -ahem- Afterwards Lou was feeling wolfish for food so I let him head on over to the kitchen to get some leftovers to eat and Bianca wants to progress in her career as an influencer so she needs that charisma! Charisma gotten. We do have a video editing table around here and I hope that would also help for her followers so I set her over there to study trends. Humorously to me, one of the ones that’s trending, albiet for a few more hours, is flirty vlog. And with, everyone’s heading off to bed. Time for-

Neighborhood Watch!

Nothing of note has happened recently. Check back tomorrow.

Hmph. Right then. Let’s get up and at em and go another day. Lou’s got the most influence so let’s have him try to repeal the Water Conservation NAP. Meanwhile, Rory woke up on the wrong side of bed. Very rage-y. Very near to a rampage. Anyway, Lou is chatting up the other wolfpack in town, the Moonwood Mill Collective. The wolf folks who want to more temper their rage rather than run loose and explore. We only got one signature from them so I guess lets head out to the bar area and see who turns up there! Lou made friends with the bartender, an out and proud werewolf, but alas, no signature from them. And also nearly pissed himself. Anyway, fun fact about the bar lot here! It attracts all occult types! Meaning for a long while vampire Katrina Caliente was here just showing off. Five Star Celebs, am I right? But here we just have the weird and funky smells of aliens and spellcasters now. And also TREASURE! Time to dig! Gotta get treasure! Even if it’s books we already have. Alas.

So basically I did a lot of chatting with other sims. Made some friends out of it. One of the bartenders, Samson Kirk, Brent Hecking and a mermaid sim of my own named Kristy Gill. Got four repeal signatures but not a fifth. But hey, it’s until Monday at 5PM and I don’t believe I’ve asked the fellow housemates at all yet! Annnd Lou got enraged enough to rampage. Welp. This’ll be fun. Time for Lou to run around and scratch all the furniture. And after the rampage is done, we can finally send Lou home. And thus!

Neighborhood Watch!

Brindleton Bay: A dog was adopted by the Jimenez household.

Nice! Wonder if the pet’ll come with if we go back to the Zest household.

#sims 4 #liveblogging #wildfang #rory oaklow #lou howell #celene lopez #bianca barov #daryl charm

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kylespencersgirlfriend · 3 years

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hear me out: interning with luke

interning with luke

luke cooper x gn!reader warnings: me being a hoe for enemies to lovers and writing over 1k words for a character with 3 mins of screen time, one mention of porn but no detail word count: 1,284 (the fact that this is one of my longest fics LMFAO) a/n: i kind of love writing for characters like luke with little to no screen time because there's a lot more room for imagination. anyways, lemme know what you think of this :) also, i know this episode is meant to take place at the end of summer, but we're going to pretend it's at the beginning for this

-i see your "interning with luke" and raise you "initially luke was the office's only intern, but given that he's terrible at his job and michael doesn't want to fire him, he brings on a second intern instead, and you end up getting stuck with all of the work luke fails to do, so you dislike him, but he eventually wins you over"

-go fish

-michael puts out ads for a new assistant since he can't bring himself to fire luke

-you haven't had any luck finding a summer job, so you apply for the position

-the interview goes really well, and michael tells you that you can start monday

-monday morning, erin texts you everyone's coffee orders

-you get up early so you can grab them on your way to work, and everyone's relieved to see that you didn't mess anything up

-"thank god," darryl says after taking a sip of his coffee "it's not decaf."

-andy makes a comment about you already being better than the "other assistant"

-michael had mentioned during the interview that they already had another assistant, and you were glad you had someone to split the work with

-but based off everyone's comments about him you're not so sure you're going to enjoy working with him so much anymore

-after a couple minutes luke strolls in

-late of course

-and you figure he's the other assistant you've heard such good things about

-"hey so, no one ever texted me the coffee orders, so i didn't get anything" he says

-"oh thats okay, y/n got them today" erin tells him

-"who?"

-michael comes out of his office and greets both you and luke

-"so, luke, y/n is actually our new assistant.. our, new new assistant, because, y'know, the workload was just too much for one person, i didn't want to put that pressure on you"

-"oh... cool."

-at first luke sees you being there as an excuse for him to do even less work than before

-"did you send those samples out luke?" "actually y/n was already headed to the post office anyway, so they did it instead"

-you despise him

-you're bending over backwards to do this job the best that you can while he just sits back and watches

-he honestly doesn't even realize it, he's just happy you're doing all the work for him

-everyone in the office LOVES you and hates luke

-they're pushing for michael to fire him and just keep you

-the crew asks you what you two think of each other

-you: "he's the worst. all he does is play cookie clicker or watch porn or whatever on michael's computer all day, and i get stuck doing work that's supposed to be split between two people. i bet he gets paid more than me, too, since he's michael's nephew."

-luke: "the other assistant? yeah, they're cool, i guess. i dunno, i've never really talked to them."

-after about two weeks of you two interning together but hardly interacting, michael sends you two to the store to pick up supplies for one of his random office parties

-and that's really the first time the two of you have been alone together

-so he starts trying to make conversation with you and you are not having it

-and that's the first time it occurs to him that you might not like him

-so from then on he starts putting more effort into talking to you

-he walks you to your car after work

-he helps you carry stuff to and from the warehouse

-he sits with you during your lunch break

-it gets to the point where he spends more time talking to you than pretending to do work

-like before he would at least try to look busy but now its totally obvious he's only showing up to talk to you

-think season one jim and pam except you're super annoyed instead of smitten

-one day you two have to accompany michael on a trip to new york

-him and erin go in one car, which means you're stuck with luke in his

-for over two hours.

-you spend a couple minutes in silence

-"do you mind if i put music on?" he asks

-"no, i don't care" you reply, not looking up from your phone

-"ok cool, i'm just gonna put my playlist on"

-you don't respond until the music actually comes on

-it's your favorite song

-you look up "you listen to this?"

-"yeah, this is actually my favorite band, why? do you not like it, because i can change it if-"

-"no no, they're actually my favorite band too"

-"really?"

-"yeah, this is my favorite song by them"

-"mine too!"

-you chuckle "you wanna listen to this other band after? they have the same vibe, but they're so underrated"

-"yeah totally!"

-the rest of the car ride goes super fast

-the entire time you guys talk about music and movies and your jobs and whatever else comes up

-once you get to new york the crew asks you both about the ride

-you: "the car ride was actually... fun. which is surprising, considering i just spent two hours and fifteen minutes in a confined space with luke and... didn't totally hate it."

-luke: "i had a good time in the car. y/n is actually really fun to talk to. plus they have good music taste."

-so after that you and luke gradually get closer

-you and him definitely give each other the jim look™ when something crazy happens

-you know the one

-he offers to start driving you to and from work

-"i just thought, y'know, we could save gas money, and it's better for the environment"

-you agree

-after one long day you lean back into the passenger seat of his car and close your eyes

-he turns to look at you

-"you okay?"

-you open your eyes and face him "no, i'm beat" you chuckle "i can't even imagine how tired i look right now"

-he smiles a little and turns away as he starts driving "no, you don't look tired. you look really cute"

-"wish i could say the same for you"

-"hey!"

-you laugh "i'm kidding, i'm kidding! the 'i-dont-own-a-hairbrush' look really suits you"

-he laughs "you think so?"

-"yeah," you reach over and ruffle his hair "all bets are off if you comb this mess"

-"i'll keep it in mind"

-the rest of the drive is spent in comfortable silence with slight blushes on both of your faces

-he parks in front of your house

-"well, this is me. see you monday" you say

-you turn to open the car door, but before you can luke grabs your upper arm and pulls you in for a kiss

-it's short and sweet before he pulls away

-he pauses for a moment "i'm sorry y/n, i don't know why i did that, i wasn't thinking-"

-you cut him off by pressing your lips to his again

-after that day you go on a couple dates before you make it official

-because of you he actually starts trying at work

-like wow... your power

-he doesn't want to get fired since working together lets him spend time with you

-the entire office knows you're dating

-like they don't know

-but they know

-they gossip about it at lunch

-"the interns are so cute together" "you don't even know if they're dating for sure" "luke has actually started putting effort in at work... if that's not y/n's influence i don't know what it is"

-when michael finds out he will take credit for your entire relationship because if he hadn't hired you then you and luke wouldn't have met

#luke cooper #x reader #imagine #headcanons #fluff #the office

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gifted-burnout-archive · 4 years

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Jim’s Best Friend

Part Thirteen - To Come Home

Word Count: 2104

Author’s Note: Yeah, so I think I’m going to maybe do a prompt list. And it doesn’t just have to be John Krasinski/Jack Ryan and Jim Halpert.... I dunno, I really like writing at the moment and I think I should try out some oneshot sort of things.

WARNING: implied smut.

March, 2007.

"So, Y/N is meant to be having a meeting with Michael and Jan today... And no-one but Pam and I know she's back in the States." Jim explained to the camera, glancing at his watch. "And as of two minutes ago, she has been in my car for two hours. Or in the warehouse, or wherever isn't the office." He glanced out into the main office. "I really hope she stays here in Scranton." He muttered softly, and a wave from Pam cause him to jump up. "Excuse me."

"Jan just called from the road, she should be here in ten minutes..." Pam informed, and as she did, the office door opened to reveal you, looking rather intensely at the floor that divided the office from the building behind you.

You needed time to think, to consider what could happen in the upcoming meeting, what people might think of you returning. In your thought, you had tidied out Jim's car, spent twenty minutes catching up with the building's security guy, Hugh, and gone to the bathroom twice. And after procrastinating for what felt like five years, two hours had passed, and you had a meeting to attend.

You took a breath, and set your shoulders, stepping into the office with a pretty smile and a wink to Pam. You kept your head high, stopping beside Jim in front of Pam's desk.

"Excuse me, Miss. I have a meeting with your manager that was moved up from noon to 11?" You said, loud enough for the office to eavesdrop. Jim shook his head, heading back to his desk with a big grin on his face, taking a seat to watch the scene unfold. He could see a few faces trying to place the dark-haired beauty, something about her too familiar.

"Ah, I have you right here, Miss Y/L/N. I'll let Michael know you are here." Pam responded in a loud voice, and your old colleagues jumped up to greet you. Phyllis was first, hugging you tight.

"What ten months can do! Do they not have food in Europe, Y/N?" She asked, and you noticed the ring on her finger.

"You're engaged!" You squeaked, and Phyllis nodded, letting you examine the ring.

One by one, you said hello to your old coworkers, even stopping by Dwight's desk to say a quick hello. Jim had stolen your old desk, Ryan stealing Jim's before that, and it was only one of the changes you noticed. There were two new staffers in the building, no doubt from the Stamford branch, and you noticed the woman from Jim's photo at a newly placed desk beside Phyllis. You headed over, smiling to her as she finished a phone call.

"We haven't met yet... But I'm Y/N. Jim has told me all about you, thought I'd say hello." You held out a hand, and Karen looked you over before smiling and returning the handshake.

"You went to Europe right?" She double checked, and you nodded, registering the sound of the front door opening again. You turned to see Jan, who smiled and nodded for you to follow her.

"Nice meeting you." You said quickly, straightening your top as you followed Jan into Michael's office. The moment the door was closed, Karen walked over to Jim's desk, tapping on his hand and gesturing for him to follow her into the hallway. Jim glanced at Michael's office door and then shrugged, following her out.

"What's up?" He asked, hands stuffed into his pockets. Karen turned to face him after pacing a few times.

"Y/N... You didn't tell me she was... Well..." Karen fumbled over her words. She wasn't the sort to get jealous. "She's hot, Jim. You described her as like a six at best and that girl is at least an eight point two." Jim laughed at that, quickly stopping himself when he saw she was serious. He, pulled her close, whispering something softly into her ear. A smile grew on Karen's face at the words, and she kissed Jim softly.

"What did I say to Karen?" Jim looked into the camera, a smirk crossing his lips. "A gentleman never tells."

"So, are we agreed?" Jan asked, looking between you and Michael, the latter of which had a frown on his face. "The temp will go with a glowing recommendation, and Y/N will be based here in Scranton as the company's reserve on Foreign Correspondence. What the Rochester branch can't handle, we have Y/N available for." Jan reiterated the agreement. "Y/N will also be available to the Scranton branch as a sales rep, though she answers directly to Corporate."

"First you left for Europe, and now you're joining the likes of Toby... Answering straight to corporate..." Michael grumbled, and you sighed.

"Michael, I won't have you talking to like that to my employee." Jan reprimanded him playfully, and smiled at you. There was clearly something going on there. "It's good to have you back with us, Y/N. Your boxes are being brought up by Darryl just now. You should be settled before lunch is over." Jan held out a hand, and you shook it quickly.

"Thank you so much, Jan. I promise to not let you down." You nodded, and Jan left the office, only you and Michael remaining.

The quiet was held for a few moments, uncomfortable and tense, before Michael let out a long sigh.

"So what? Everyone else gets a party?" You tried to joke with him.

"What am I supposed to say to a traitor?" Michael hissed, and you laughed out loud.

"I didn't betray you, Michael. I got out of Scranton, and I missed you, and I came back. If anything, this only makes us even after the Todd Packer thing." You folded your arms, and Michael looked down. He had hoped you had forgotten about it. "Why don't we go out tonight? We can get some food, catch up?" You suggested hopefully, giving Michael your best puppy dog eyes. He frowned deeper, trying his best to hide his smile, before he let it all burst out.

"Ah! I can't stay mad at you. Fine, yes, dinner! I want to hear all about Europe and, oh Y/N, the things you have missed here." Michael clapped, jumping up and hugging you tight. You did your best not to fall over, and Michael let go to open the door. "Ladies and gentlemen!" He called to the office. "It gives me great pleasure to announce that Y/N is back in Scranton!" The announcement was met with applause, and you curtsied to amuse your coworkers.

"Where you wanting the boxes, Y/N?" Darryl asked, standing by Pam's desk. You looked around the room, seeing the soon-to-be free desk was right across from Creed, and you bit your lip. As much as you wanted to be here, having Creed looking down your top the whole time was the last thing you dreamed of.

"Desk beside Jim's." You directed Darryl to place your boxes on Ryan's desk, who rushed out of the kitchen when he noticed.

"Y/N, what are you doing?" He asked, frowning at the smiles Dwight and Jim shared. "That's my desk."

"No, that's your desk." You pointed over to the spot beside Creed.

"But I'm not a temp anymore."

"And I'm not having Creed look down my shirt all day. Of course, I'm sure Kelly would love if you moved to the annexe with her..." You trailed off, smirking as his face dropped. Unlike Jim, you couldn't be pushed over so easily, and you remembered Ryan's weaker points.

"Creed is great." He said quickly, and you looked to a laughing Jim and winked. Within ten minutes, you had your new desk arranged and an office chair that didn't squeak.

"How did you do that..?" Jim asked, amazed by your ability to take back what you wanted. He hadn't wanted to cause any negative feelings between him and Ryan when he first came back.

"I'm better than you." You replied, taking a seat and placing down the last of your personal effects: a photo of you and your mom.

"Really? Because... The sales sheet would say otherwise." Jim had challenged you, and you had been in the office for no more than an hour.

"First to five sales?" You accepted it with a cheeky grin, and Jim nodded.

"Pam, keep count." He said, looking back at Pam, who was enjoying it all too much.

"Of course. Ready?" She asked, and with a nod of her head, the games begun.

"They really eat that much seafood in Spain?!" Michael asked through tears of laughter, the pair of you walking out the restaurant close to 11.30 that night. Your first day back had been more than successful, catching up with everybody, beating Jim in your competition, even messing a little with Dwight. It felt good to back in a routine, and you slotted back into the office like you never even left.

Michael and you had stuck to the plans, heading out after work to reconnect over burgers. And the past five hours had been filled with drink and food and joy, that you almost didn't want to get in the taxi.

"243 Maple Wood, please. Then 7303 Bonnie Place." You instructed the driver, sitting yourself beside Michael in the backseat. He looked up at you as the car took off.

"So you and Jim finally decided to date?" He said with a raised eyebrow. "I knew it! I always knew it, I have a radar for this sort of thi-"

"Oh, no!" You interrupted. "Jim is just letting me stay until I find a new place. He has a spare room, offered it to me last night instead of a hotel." You explained quickly, and Michael didn't look convinced.

"I don't believe a word you say Y/N, the chemistry there is palapalable..."

"Do you mean palpable?" You giggled, shaking your head. "He's been dating Karen for what, four months now?" You guesstimated, and your friend shrugged. "You seriously thought we were together?"

"Well, you're really touchy feely around the office with him, always getting him coffee and tormenting Dwight..."

"We're best friends..."

"Maybe." Michael shrugged, and the conversation ended there. You had never thought you were overly attentive to Jim, but looking back, the pair of you did partake in platonic PDA fairly often. "It'll be weird... Not really being your boss anymore." He spoke up again.

"I assure you Michael, you can order me around all you like. It'll be like old times, except some of the time I'll be speaking in Spanish over the phone. Or French..." The car slowed down outside of Jim's place, and you gave Michael a squeeze. "Thank you for tonight. I missed this."

"We'll make it a monthly thing." Michael said nonchalant, and you opened over the cash for the full fare.

"I'm holding you to that... And I wouldn't stress too much about the whole Jan thing... It'll work out at some point." You assured him, jumping out of the car. Part of the night had been dedicated to Michael's turbulent love life, and you were filled in on Carol at Diwali, then Christmas, and Jan at Christmas, which had led to a bizarre relationship that sort of happened? You had suggested dating outside of two women, but knowing Michael, he wouldn't listen to that advice until they were either both dead or married.

You tapped twice on the cab's roof, sending it speeding down the road towards Michael condo, and you walked up the driveway to Jim's front door, unlocking it with the keys he had given you that morning. You locked the door and dropped the keys in the bowl, heading first into the kitchen, and grabbing a drink.

As you shut the fridge, you heard giggling, and you walked into the living room to find Jim and Karen half naked on his couch, in the middle of a rather heated make out session. Karen spotted you first, her eyes widening as she covered herself with Jim's shirt.

"What... Why are you here?" Karen asked, and Jim looked over.

"Shit... Sorry Y/N..." he muttered, and you cracked open your can of beer, sending the pair a smile.

"No problem, I'll be in the guest room, headphones on... Enjoy your night, guys." You couldn't help but chuckle as you walked behind the couch to your sleeping quarters, the awkward situation was not what you had expected to face that evening.

And then, you realised that finding your own place, it might be better to do sooner rather than later.

Tags: @imsuperawkward @rosie2801 @onceuponahuntersrealm @poppirocks

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paradife-loft · 3 years

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man, something I’m only just now discovering & gaining an appreciation for (from watching/reading a whole lot of material from Darryl @ House Plant Journal) is just how massively human sensory systems manage & translate our experiences of light intensity, compared to e.g. an objective linear measurement in standardized units.

which is particularly interesting to me because it... absolutely makes sense, given everything else we know about other sensory modalities (e.g. hearing, touch) and how they sure as hell don’t translate objective measurement units into equivalent changes in our subjective experiences? like, iirc they translate on something more akin to logarithmic scales. and meanwhile color perception has even gotten a good amount of traction in pop culture on the internet (....skewed as some of it might be), to the extent that we understand how much translation of raw wavelength numbers happens within our cone cells and brains.

but... wow, I don’t think I’ve ever gotten as much of an appreciation for how much rod cells are doing with extremely little light before? the differences in light intensity that I’m perceiving walking around my house, like - when measured, there’s less objective difference between what light I can use to still passably see in my windowless bathroom and what I consider a reasonable amount of light to hang out in a room with, and that regular room lighting and being pressed right up against the window on a sunny day like my plants prefer. and yet subjectively, the former seems much more striking a difference!

so yeah, I dunno, it’s just really fascinating to me how little I’ve even heard before about human eye & brain architecture thoroughly eliding differences at the much higher brightness end of the spectrum, and making even tiny differences at the low end matter a lot for what we can actually experience. (it totally makes sense for the kinds of conditions we actually need(ed) to deal with as animals though, compared to plants and the way they need to use light - being overly sensitive to the differences in high brightness could make us, uhh, fairly unable to function in enough direct sunlight! whereas being able to make out at least key shapes and movement in relative darkness is, hmmm, fairly important for survival re: predation, among other things.)

(ofc, my eyes may not (always) be good at detecting brightness changes, but the way I fucking sneeze when I go out in the sun sure is... I guess the dissonance between thinking the light isn’t terribly different from a decently lit indoor room to outside, and the fact that I’ll sneeze after a minute or so in the sun, can be explained by this aspect of perception too? kind of funny, honestly.)

(also also obligatory poking at whether sensory sensitivities to brightness in various capacities might be explained by this ordinary perceptual translation not functioning as “well” as it does in most people most of the time? I’d be really interested in seeing any research on something like that, but, ah well. perhaps I just need to do #unethicalexperiments and shine bright lights at myself when on SSRI withdrawal/various friends having migraine symptoms/etc. :’D)

#rambling #.....I do not even know how to tag this jfc it's like half a step removed from current Plants Fixation and half psych major shit #op

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ma-lark-ey · 4 years

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((Remember that brief post I made on Lark(?) getting sick? Yeah here's a whole chapter. But this time its angsty))

CW; for sickness, mentions of vomit, dry-heaving, minor panic attack description, spoilers for Episode 39-40. Theres some Oakson if you squint, I dunno if that counts at a trigger,,, but yeah

Henry couldn't remember the last time Lark was the twin to get sick. He had such an impenetrable immune system he thought he was incapable of the thing. But here he was, fixing Lark a bowl of soup while he laid on the couch under a fuzzy blanket.

"Here, Birdie. Don't eat it too fast, alright?" He brushed Lark's bangs back and pressed a kiss to his forehead. Sure, his boy was nearly fifteen, but no child is too old for a sweet forehead kiss.

That usual fire Lark had boiling in him was dessimated by his case of some virus, and instead of his usual extravagant response to Henry, he just nodded.

"When's Ma gonna be home?" He asked, pushing himself to sit up enough to eat comfortably. His eyes looked like a raccoons, deep dark circles around them, sunk and dull. His skin was pale and lifeless. He could pass as a vampire. And that's his the boys went, either they were perfectly healthy, or they nose dove into being couch bound for a week.

"Somewhere around seven, she's bringing dinner. But, I may have to leave here soon. I have a meeting for something. You think you'll be alright by yourself for a little bit?" Henry hated the thought of leaving his boy when he was so vulnerable. Anything could happen in two hours. Especially with how quickly Lark's health could plummet. Last time one of them got sick, Sparrow was fine Friday morning and by Sunday evening they were taking him to urgent care because he had fluid in his lungs.

"I'll be fine, Dad." Lark set his half eaten bowl of soul on the coffee table, snuggling right back down into his blankets. "Hey, could you go get me the plush on my bed? The- the Pichu one."

"Of course, Lark. I'll be right back." Henry stood, making sure Lark was cozy in his blankets and went to grab the stuffed animal. It was rare the twins had toys un-destroyed as kids, but that Pokemon bear Nick had gotten Lark as a birthday gift when they were six? That thing always stayed perfectly in tact.

He picked the old, well-loved toy up off the bed. He could see the stitching on its ear where Sparrow had accidentally ripped it when they were seven. Lark cried for hours, wouldn't talk to Sparrow for thirty whole minutes over it.

The young granola-crunching dad trotted back downstairs. Lark was laying limp on the couch, breathing short and shallow. He looked horrid. Henry's going to have to cancel his meeting, he knows that. He's not leaving Lark alone when he looks this bad. Henry should recheck his temperature.

He set the Pichu down in the gap between Lark and the back of the couch, placing his palm on his forehead. God,,the kid felt like fire.

Lark gagged suddenly, throwing the blankets off himself and grabbing the pot he kept on the floor next to him. The soup he'd just eaten came right back up, he sat there, hunched over, crying and dryheaving for a good five minutes. Henry rubbed circles in his back and tried to soothe him. But, Lark couldn't even keep water down anymore. Henry knew he was dehydrated, and he didn't know what to do anymore.

Lark let out a sob, leaning into his dad. Henry held his boy against him, not daring to give a gentleman sway like he usually would.

"It hurts... Everything hurts..." He whimpered. He sounded so small, which wasn't a way Lark Oak-Garcia should sound.

"I know, baby. I know." Henry reached for thermometer he'd been keeping on the coffee table. He pulled it out of the protective case.

Lark looked at him, his eyes looked so tired. He opened his mouth and let Henry put the device under his tongue. It took a minute, but the thing beeled and Henry checked.

106.7. Oh hell no. Oh heeeell no.

"Get some shoes on, Lark, we're going to the emergency room." He said quickly, pushing himself to his feet and going to grab his keys, phone, wallet, and own shoes.

"Dad, I'm fine, I-"

"You're temperature is one hundred and SIX! That is not fine! Get some shoes!" Henry felt his hands started to shake. No, not now. He felt that familiar crushing feeling of his chest caring in on itself. Not now. Stupid panic attack disorder.

"Dad, really, itll go down in the hour I'm-"

"Lark Oliver Oak-Garcia, do not argue with me on this please, we are going to the emergency room and thats final. Now put on your shoes!" He knew he snapped, but he was freaking out. He didn't know anything about his stuff. In the Realms, when someone was this sick you'd cast a healing spell and bada-bing bada-boom, hes fine! But this isn't the realms, and there isn't magic! He pressed trembling fingers to his temples, trying to ease himself out of the coming panic attack before he really got consumed in the anxieties. He needed to be Dad right now, not Henry.

He looked around the room, listing off things he could touch or hear or see. Just like Mercedes had taught him.

Deep breath in.... Deep breath out. Its good. Lark's good. Focus on getting him to the doctor.

Henry snatched his keys and phone off the table, grabbing his wallet from the counter in passing and shuffling to get on his Birkenstocks.

Lark was shuffling awkwardly to the door, holding his Pichu plush. He looked nauseous just standing, but both Henry and Lark knew there was nothing left in his system to come back up.

Henry helped him into the passenger seat and buckled his seat belt, leaning it back so he wasnt sitting straight up and making himself light-headed. Then, he got himself in the drivers seat and pulled out of the driveway, handing his phone to Lark.

"Call your brother." He said sternly, eyes focused on the road as he moved to the urgent care clinical as fast as possible. Of course Lark listened, and Sparrow came through the Bluetooth of the car.

"Hey, Dad. What's up? How's Lark doing?"

"Hi, Sparrow. Letting you know, Lark's fever is almost 107, so we're going to the emergency room. Don't know when I'll be home, you can stay with one of the boys, or stay at home. I don't care. Mom's gonna be home around seven."

"Uh- oh! Okay. Um... Okay. Thats- okay, Dad. Is he okay? Just a high fever?" Of course Sparrow immediately sounding absolutely terrified.

"Don't panic,,Lark's good. He's just... He's low on fluids, his fevers high. I'll send you plenty of updates, promise. But, I gotta let you go cause we're here and I need to get him in. I love you so much, Sparrow."

"I... I love you too, Dad. And Lark. I- okay. I'll probably stay at Terry's."

"That's fine, call me when you get there, okay?"

"Okay... Bye."

"Bye, Sparrow.

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Henry paced the waiting room. Its not that they were doing anything major to Lark, just running some standard health checks and getting him settled in a room for the night. But, your pride and joy, your beautiful son whom you love more than life itself being in a hospital room without you? Terrifying. Fucking terrifying.

Darryl had arrived about five minutes ago, and was currently trying to get Henry to stand still.

"Darryl, Darryl, darling, you're wonderful but you really need to shut the fuck up. If I sit, I will stop the adrenalin rush and when I stop the adrenaline rush my thoughts start going-"

"Henry-"

"and that means my brain turns back on and when my brain turns back on, it means I'll probably have a panic attack and I really don't want to have one right now,"

"Henry!"

"at this moment, because for the love of god, Darryl, I need to know when my boy is okay and I can't know when my boy is okay if I have a panic attack because then I won't be able to-" Darryl grabbed hold of Henry's shoulders and stared him right in the eye.

"HENRY!" Thank god he finally got him to stop going down the rabbit hole, it took Henry long enough. He stared the other father in the eyes. His mind stopped for a moment. Just a moment. But it was a long enough moment.

Darryl knew the tears were coming before Henry ever showed signs of beginning to cry. He pulled him into a tight hug and just held him there, in strong arms.

"Its okay, Henry. He's fine. Just a high fever and some dehydration. He'll be fine." Darryl promised him.

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And, Darryl was right. Lark was fine. Henry freaked out over nothing. Late that night, Lark was discharged again. After his fever went back down and they gave him fluids.

It was now well past midnight, and Henry was exhausted. He got his just as tired son in bed, tucking him in and making sure the pichu was tucked in Lark's arms. He gave yet another forehead kiss, turning off the lamp.

"Goodnight, kiddo. Hope you feel better in the morning."

And, Henry dragged himself back to his bedroom, where Mercedes laid already asleep. He changed into a pair of pajama pants and crawled in next to her. Like her sixth sense, she rolled over to use Henry as some kind of large teddy bear like she did everything night. It was so nice. He took a long, deep, satisfying breath and settled into his pillows. His eyes became heavy, and he fell asleep faster than he had in years.

#dndads #dungeons and daddies #this was more slef-indulgence than anything #henry has panic attacks okay? no one can take this away from me.

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spelviin · 4 years

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ok i’m like 99% sure the moms are not the purple robes

i went back and listened to ep 15/16 when they first meet the three of them, and it just doesn’t add up.

like basically the only thing they have in common is the descriptors “tall and thin” and “short and rotund/stocky” which like... first of all, there’s only so many ways to differentiate characters while concealing their faces/identities, and describing build is pretty much it, so it makes sense that there would be some overlap in descriptors even among different sets of characters. there’s also the fact that the third purple robe is never described as being “curvy” while i’m pretty sure anthony describes mercedes as such like fifty-seven times.

there’s also the fact that anthony has only ever referred to the purple robes as guys, men, he/him, etc, while he started using she/her for the mummies pretty much immediately. he doesn’t seem the type to deliberately obfuscate pronouns to throw off the audience, so unless he went through an entire year of the podcast before deciding the identities of the main bad guys of the campaign, it just doesn’t track for me.

and lastly... i just don’t see any overlap there, personality-wise. i know there’s been a lot of talk about the “something” that had been siphoned off the moms during their ten-year fall being their kindness or their love or their tolerance for their husbands’ bullshit or whatever, but even so... i just can’t see them saying the things that the purple robes say to the dads, not even on their worst days. like, that “overly feminine bullshit” barb that one of the purple robes pulled on ron when terry jr was taken? in what universe would any of the wives, even some weird warped evil version, say something like that? it’s just not in character.

you know who it is in character for, though?

willy fucking stampler.

i dunno, it just makes a lot more sense to me that the purple robes are the dads’ own fathers than some weird warped versions of their wives that are so far removed from the personalities we know that they’re practically different characters.

we already know willy is an abusive misogynist prick who kills cats. we already know daddy oak is an asshole who believes in corporal punishment and set such a terrible example for his own son that he’s now terrified of expressing anger towards his kids for fear of ending up “like him”. frank is... a bit of a wild card, but i think it’s safe to say that the dude had some obsession with being “the perfect father” (likely since rob disappeared and he never had a dad of his own so he put a lot of pressure on himself with darryl) and that obsession could lead to extreme disappointment in darryl for not being, as scam likely put it, as good a dad as he had been.

and daddy close remains a mystery because freddie, bless his soul, is playing glenn’s backstory sooooo close to the chest in the interest of letting things come out organically. which i hella respect but at the same time it’s like. tell me everything, i wanna know all about the close family!!!!!! but i digress.

point is, i just think the dads’ dads suit the descriptions we’ve had so far and the attitudes/motivations of the purple robes way more than their wives do. i could be wrong, and this could be me just being married to my pet theory, but idk... it just makes the most sense considering what we know so far.

#og #dndads #dndads spoilers #there's also the fact that anthony is on-record (i think in a talking dads)#as saying he's interested in the dads' relationships with their own fathers #and that was pretty early on in the story #which like... why put emphasis on those characters when they havent even appeared in the story yet #unless they *have* and theyre the purple robes #idk man i might be grasping at straws here but it's all i got #ddads25

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flipping-voltron-imagines · 6 years

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6, 9 and 8 for the ask meme

I feel like 7 goes with #6, so I’ll include it.

6: Any tattoos or piercings that you want?

I wouldn’t really want a tattoo. I kinda feel like it’s graffiti, and graffiti does tend to get kinda gross… and I don’t wanna be an old lady with super wrinkly tattoos. I dunno, just… tattoos aren’t that appealing to me.

Now as for piercings, I’m allergic to most metals. I’ve had my ears pierced three times and I react to four types of metals. Unfortunately, I learned this the hard way. I tried four types of metals for earrings, and each time my ears reacted so badly that I don’t think I’ll ever do it again. It kinda sucks being allergic to metals because I can’t really wear rings, either, and I love rings. The only metal I’m not allergic to is stainless steel. Anyways, at this point, I don’t really care to have piercings anywhere, so it’s cool that I’m allergic to metals.

8: OTP?

Um… I don’t have one? I dunno, anyone that knows me well knows that I don’t really ship things. I haven’t ever shipped, really. I can see why people would want two people/characters to be together, but I don’t actively ship, if that makes sense.

9: Favorite show?

THE OFFICE. I LOVE THE OFFICE. I’ve watched the series about 12 times. I can see a small part of any episode and tell you what’s going to happen, I can quote just about every episode… yeah, I guess you could say Im obsessed.

I also really love Criminal Minds (though I can’t really watch it anymore… the new season hit a little too close to home with all the talk of alzheimer’s, and my great grandmother, whom I was very close to, had it for four years before she died. A lot of women in my family have had it, so I’m terrified of forgetting things), The Walking Dead (I’m a Darryl girl), and, more recently, Hannibal. Tbh, the more gruesome of a show, the better.

Ask me a question!

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what-happened-to-agent-georgia · 6 years

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Glitter and Roses

Happy Fluff Week!! I was tagged by @secretlystephaniebrown, who prompted: “Sherry has a secret admirer, and it’s definitely not Ohio.”

Read on Ao3; @rvbficwars

Rating: T

Warnings: Canon-Typical Language/Violence

Characters: Ohio, Sherry, Idaho, Iowa, Terrill, Darryl

Pairing: Ohio/Sherry

Summary: Sherry has a secret admirer, and it’s definitely not (not) Ohio.

It starts with the purple envelope.

“I have what?” Sherry asks through a mouthful of oatmeal. Still half asleep, she’s not sure she heard Darryl correctly.

“Mail,” he says. “You have mail.”

He holds out a purple envelope, and Sherry snatches it away from him, shoving her breakfast aside. The envelope is emblazoned with Sherry in silver glitter pen with the address “Base #2, Snowball Planet” scrawled below it in black pen, like an afterthought.

“What does it say?” Darryl asks, wringing his hands.

“I haven’t opened it yet,” Sherry says. She tucks the letter into her sweatpants pocket. “And I’m not opening it in front of you.”

“What?” Darryl throws his hands in the air. “Why?”

“Because,” is all Sherry says, pulling her bowl of oatmeal towards her. Darryl sighs and flops down at the table next to her, poking at his own breakfast.

Sherry shovels the rest of her food into her mouth and tosses her dirty bowl in the sink.

“I am not washing that,” Darryl snaps.

“I’ll get to it sometime,” Sherry says, shrugging.

Then she sprints out of the mess hall, pulling the purple envelope out of her pocket as she goes. She turns the envelope over and over in her hands, impatient to reach her quarters so she can finally open it.

Sherry’s never really received before. She was only six when her family fled their home planet, and twelve when she became an orphan. No one ever sent her letters when she was in the army—well, she’s technically still in the army but, you know. Maybe her granny sent her a birthday card when she was little, but Sherry doesn’t remember. Does it count if she can’t remember?

Once she reaches her room, she punches the code in and scurries inside, flipping on the light as the door hisses shut behind her. Falling onto her bed, she pulls out her knife and, holding it above her head, carefully slits the envelope open—

—and begins coughing and sneezing as a cloud of blue glitter bursts out of the envelope and covers her face.

“The fu—ack!” Sherry nearly chokes, spits out a mouthful of glitter, and sits bolt upright. All the glitter that didn’t stick to her face falls into her lap.

So, whoever the fuck sent her this letter is either a five-year-old who got a little overzealous with the blue glitter or hates Sherry’s guts. Her room is going to be covered in the stuff forever. She will literally die before this shit goes away.

Blinking some of the blue sparkles from her eyelashes, Sherry reaches into the purple envelope to see if there’s anything else inside. Her fingers close around a folded piece of paper, and she pulls it out, bringing another onslaught of blue glitter with it.

“Son of a bitch,” she mutters under her breath.

Shaking the folded piece of paper, she realizes that it’s a page ripped out from an old Warthog manual. Unfolding the note, she has to squint to read it—the message is written in red marker over the small black print explaining the functions of each of the Warthog’s six pedals.

Roses are red (I think, I’ve never seen one in person)

Just like your armor (Well, the accents on your armor)

I really like your armor.

Actually, I think roses are more than one color, but there are red ones. I think.

I’m sorry none of this rhymed.

Sincerely,

Your Secret Admirer

Sherry rereads the letter several times before laying it on the small table next to her bed. She lays down again, staring at the ceiling. She sighs, regretting it instantly as a puff of glitter shoots into the air.

Secret admirer.

Sherry looks around at the carnage the envelope left behind. Only one person on this planet could be so diabolically adorable.

So, it’s more like a secret admirenemy?

A small smile tugs at the corner of Sherry’s mouth, and she rolls out of bed and grabs her under-suit, frowning when she realizes that, even though it was in a drawer, it’s covered in blue sparkles as well. Fucking how?

Shimmying into her under-suit, she wonders how Vera got the envelope to Darryl. Did they plan it? Did she slip it under the door to the fucking base and Darryl just happened to find it first? Vera’s snuck in here before, should know where Sherry’s room is at. What game is she playing?

Sherry considers the possibility that Darryl, and by association, Terrill, are pulling her leg. Wouldn’t be the first time. As she puts on her armor, she also considers the possibility of killing her last two remaining teammates if they are, in fact, messing with her.

But once she’s finished getting ready and pulling her helmet on, she’s still ninety percent sure Vera sent her the letter. They haven’t had glitter here for years, and she knows they’ve never had envelopes. Who uses envelopes when there’s computers and shit?

It’s got to be Vera.

Stepping out into the hallway, Sherry smiles.

“She likes my armor,” she giggles.

“No idea what you’re talking about!” Vera shouts at her over the sound of bullets and bombs.

They’re having their daily brawl in the snow between their bases, chucking grenades too far left and shooting bullets a bit too high into the air.

Terrill and Darryl are busy running away from Iowa, who’s managed to halfway repair one of the jeeps and is driving it after them. Of course, half-repaired also means the jeep is on fire, which means Idaho is running after Iowa, telling him to get out of the fucking jeep while firing bullets in the vague direction of Terrill and Darryl.

Sherry figures this is the best time to confront Vera.

“Bullshit!” she shouts. “There are literally no other girls on this planet, who else would it come from?”

“I dunno, maybe there are other girls here!” Vera shoots back, jumping up to chuck a snowball at Sherry’s head.

It misses.

By a lot.

“If you wanna go on a date, all you gotta do is ask!” Sherry says.

Vera freezes in the middle of throwing a sharp chunk of ice.

“A—psh, hah, a date? No, nope, you’re the enemy, I can’t date the enemy, Sherry,” Vera sputters, “That—That would be, uh, treason?”

“Maybe so!” Sherry yells. “But who’s gonna know?”

Vera doesn’t have anything to say to that, she just stares, still holding the hunk of ice aloft. Sherry crosses her arms and waits. Somewhere in the distance, there’s a crash followed by an explosion, and Sherry really freaking hopes there isn’t a hole in the wall of her base.

Before Vera can think of what to say, however, a stray bullet hits the ice in her hand. Tiny shards of ice explode in a shower of blue and white, and Vera jumps back.

“Agh!” she cries.

Sherry loses sight of her as Vera drops behind the barrier she’s fashioned out of scrap metal, but she’s not so sure it’s to escape the onslaught of bullets. She grins, wonders if Vera has started digging a tunnel to escape again.

“I didn’t send the letter!” The disembodied voice of Vera comes from directly to Sherry’s right, which means Vera dug the tunnel before the battle this time.

Whirling around, Sherry turns just in time to see a blue blur as Vera pounces, smashing a fistful of snow onto Sherry’s visor as she takes her down, knocking the breath out of her. Vision impeded, Sherry lashes out with her arms, trying half-heartedly to shove Vera away.

Leaning down, Vera whispers into Sherry’s ear.

“If I had sent the letter, I would’ve put something a little bigger than a blue glitter bomb.”

“How’d you know the glitter was blue?” Sherry whispers back.

“Uh—fu—it was a guess!” Vera scrambles up and bolts away, tossing one last “It wasn’t me, dammit!” over her shoulder.

By the time Sherry pushes herself to her knees and wipes the snow from her visor, Vera, Idaho, and Iowa are halfway back to their base. They kick up clouds of snow as they retreat, leaving a trail of scorched ice, smoke, and bullet casings behind them.

Sherry laughs, falling back onto the ground and staring at the perpetually gray sky, ready to drop a fresh blanket of snow on their bases.

That night, before she shuts off the light in her quarters, she reads the letter that’s definitely not (not) from Vera.

Then comes the “cake”.

“Cake” in quotation marks because it’s made from freeze-dried ice cream sandwiches smashed together in a nine-by-nine square. It arrived in a purple box Darryl almost tripped over on his way to the bathroom. Whoever dropped it off decided the best place to leave it was the top of the stairs leading to their bunks.

Luckily, there’s no glitter this time.

Sherry stares at the “cake”, wondering how long Vera—or whoever, but she knows it’s fucking Vera—saved these ice cream sandwiches. Sherry and the others finished what sweets they had, like, three years ago.

“Goodness,” Terrill says, eyes wide, “She must really like you.”

“Shut up, Terrill,” Sherry snaps, lifting the “cake” out of the purple box it came in and placing it on the table. “Anyway, she says it isn’t her.”

“Right,” Darryl snorts, “And I’m definitely not the one who’s been cutting all of Terrill’s left pant legs a half an inch short.”

“You’re what?” Terrill whips around to look at Darryl, who freezes, smiles, and dashes from the breakroom. Terrill jumps up and takes off after him. “No, really, Darryl, you haven’t been doing what?”

Sherry chuckles and breaks off a piece of the “cake”, popping it into her mouth.

“Oh my god,” she groans. She almost forgot what chocolate tasted like, dehydrated or otherwise.

She’s gonna marry that woman.

“Cake?” Vera snorts, arm cocked back, ready to chuck a grenade. “That’s ridiculous, where would I even get the ingredients for that?”

Before Sherry can answer, Vera launches the grenade. Sprinting forward and away from the blast radius, Sherry leaps and tackles Vera the ground with a thud that rattles her teeth.

“Nice try, sweet cheeks,” Sherry says, pinning Vera to the ground. “By the way, how’s your supply of ice-cream sandwiches doing?”

“I have—I have no—” Vera kicks out, catching Sherry in the stomach and throwing her up and away “—idea what you’re talking about!”

Sherry lands on her back several feet away, a puff of snow shooting up around her from the impact. She shakes her head to remove the snow that’s accumulated on her helmet. If all this shit melted and never came back, it would make Sherry’s year. Even if it flooded the bases. An underwater base actually sounds kind of cool.

“Why so secretive, Vera?” Sherry shouts after Vera, who’s started skipping away.

Vera freezes mid-skip, arms pinwheeling as she fights to maintain her footing. Back still turned, she stands up straight and takes a deep breath, composing herself. Crossing her arms, she casts a glance at Sherry over her shoulder.

“There’s nothing to be secretive about, Sherry,” she says, words tumbling out of her mouth like she can’t hold onto them. “Except for, like, Freelancer secrets and stuff, I guess. But I don’t have any other secrets. Zero. Nada. I couldn’t have sent you the cake thingy, because that would be… that would be fraternizing with the enemy! Yeah!”

Sherry is torn between annoyance and amusement at this point, because Project Freelancer literally dropped Vera, Iowa, and Idaho here, fully expecting them to die. On the other hand, it’s the game they’ve been playing for months, a charade. Pretending they’re in a conflict they were kicked out of long ago. Vera’s just playing along, and Sherry wants to take a timeout.

“Maybe it’s time to… fraternize, then,” Sherry suggests. “If you know what I mean.”

“I—you—we—” Vera sputters, arms falling to her sides. “It’s—”

“Get a room!” Idaho shouts from the entrance of the ex-Freelancers’ base.

“Oh! Fuck you, Ezra!” Vera shoots back. She charges towards Idaho who, realizing Vera’s destination is him and not the door to the base, yelps and takes off into the base (“It was a joke it was a joke it was a joooke!”).

Sherry sighs, letting her head drop back into the snow. She gets a sense of deja vu, then remembers she was in almost this exact same spot two days ago, on her back, staring off into the distance. Grinning, she imagines how red Vera must have gone. Redder than, say, roses?

“She totally wants to fraternize with me,” she confides in the sky.

The last item Sherry receives is a map.

Hand-drawn, covered in green glitter this time, directions and explanations scribbled here and there in red ink.

Sherry’s base is Your House, and there’s an ‘X’ next to it with the words Where you shot that jar of peanut butter written off to the side. There’s a lopsided square a few inches away from Sherry’s base, Best Base Ever scrawled inside, with another ‘X’ nearby. The message by this ‘X’ read Blown up jeep.

“Oh yeah,” Sherry whispers to herself, smiling as she recalls setting fire to the jeep. Blinking, she turns her attention back to the map.

There’s a wavy line leading from Sherry’s base, past Where Mike licked your wall, and out into the tundra. At the end of the line there’s an oval with the words Our Place written inside.

Sherry’s heart skyrockets into her throat and she drops the map, gasp morphing into a coughing fit as she chokes on a mouthful of glitter for the second time that week. Hands shaking, she stoops down and snatches up the map again, brushing off the excess glitter—some of it, anyway—to make sure she’s read that correctly.

Our Place.

Yep. She read that right. Sinking onto her bed, Sherry isn’t sure whether to start laughing and hug the map or start hyperventilating and burn it.

Is this for real? Is it real now, not another trick, just another level of their game? Sherry’s going to the spot on the map, of course, but as the anxiety in her chest builds, she pushes away the hope bubbling there as well. Just in case.

“All right, Vera,” Sherry says, folding the map up and tucking it away. “Let’s see where this leads.”

Vera’s map is very much not to scale.

It takes Sherry much longer than she expected to trudge through the snow towards Our Place.

Gazing out at the white wasteland before her, she’s beginning to think this was a trick after all, and looks around instead for Vera, waiting for her to pounce. Her eyes fall on something squat and black, half-buried in snow about fifty feet away.

Running as best she can in knee-deep snow, Sherry hurries over to inspect the object. As she gets closer, she sees the long barrel of a gun, barely hanging onto whatever it’s attached to. She slows a bit, but not by much. No one’s going to fire that gun anytime soon.

When she finally arrives, she discovers a tank. It must’ve been there for at least five years—Sherry’s never seen it before, but she’s never had a reason to venture in this direction. She got bored, of course, but not bored enough to tramp around in the snow almost a mile and a half away from base looking for old, dead, war machines.

Apparently, Vera is bored enough to tramp around in the snow a mile and a half away from base, looking for old, dead, war machines.

“You coming in or not?”

Sherry jumps, looks up at the top of the tank to find Vera, beautiful and blue, perched at the top of the tank. Vera gestures down at the hatch leading into the tank.

Realizing her mouth is hanging open, Sherry snaps it shut, thankful for the visor shielding her face.

“After you,” Sherry manages.

“Uh, yeah okay!” Vera lifts the hatch, and a warm, orange glow erupts from the entrance, lighting up her armor.

It’s the most magical thing Sherry has ever seen, and she almost trips over her own feet moving up to the tank. Climbing up, the side, she watches as Vera lowers herself into the tank, disappearing from view.

Sherry takes a deep breath. Swallows. And drops into the tank, pulling the lid shut behind her.

Her armor screams at her before her feet hit the floor.

Warning, dramatic temperature shift, adjusting armor climate. Warning, dramatic—

Sherry pulls her helmet off and is hit with a blessed blast of warm air. She closes her eyes. Soaks it in. Tries to remember the last time she felt so warm the chill left her bones.

She can’t.

“Where did you find this heater?” Sherry breathes, tossing her helmet aside.

The tank is big, but not extremely spacious, and she bangs her knees, toes, and elbows several times during the process of removing her armor. Vera’s having troubles too, so it takes her a few minutes to conjure up a response.

“Darryl, Ezra, and I found this old heater and fixed it up,” she explains. “It’s gotta be charged, so we can’t use it all the time, and since the tank doesn’t have a lot of space that needs heating up, it doesn’t use as much power.”

“Those fuckers,” Sherry laughs, “they were in on it the whole time.”

“Actually, Terrill wasn’t,” Vera says, unzipping her undersuit. “Darryl says he couldn’t keep a secret if his life depended on it.”

“Yeah…” Sherry trails off as Vera pulls her arms out of her undersuit. Her arms are very nice. Very strong, not nice, strong. Well, strong is nice—

Wow, it’s really hot in here.

Sherry shimmies out of her undersuit as well, and soon the two of them are sitting cross-legged, clad in sports bras and biker shorts, twiddling their thumbs. They’ve waited so fucking long to be alone together, to be out of armor together, and now they have no idea what to say.

“I sent the card,” Vera says finally. “And the cake.”

“I know, doofus,” Sherry snorts. “You’re a terrible liar.”

“Am not!” Vera lies, biting her bottom lip. She sighs and runs her hand through her hair. “Ugh, I’m a bad liar.”

“Not necessarily a bad thing,” Sherry hurries to say, leaning in towards Vera. “Honesty’s good!”

“I don’t know if it’s honesty as much as anxiety. I could never be a spy,” Vera says.

“Then why join Project Freelancer?” Sherry asks, tilting her head. Vera never struck her as the type—didn’t fit the image all the stories built up in her head.

“Well, I mean, to save my home planet!” Vera says. “Besides, not all of us did spy stuff.”

“Oh,” Sherry says. “Where’s your home planet?”

“Earth,” Vera answers. Her face lights up as the word leaves her lips, and Sherry wills her heart to calm the fuck down.

“Where at on Earth?” Sherry asks.

“Hawaii.”

“Holy shit,” Sherry says, raising her eyebrows. “This has got to be hell for you then.”

“Hell frozen over,” Vera agrees, grimacing.

“Well, hell isn’t so bad,” Sherry says. Vera raises an eyebrow and snorts.

“How so?”

“I mean, if it took going to hell to meet you, I’d go to hell a thousand times over,” Sherry tells her.

God, that was so fucking corny, she should take it back, apologize, crawl away and hide forever, she should—

“Sweet talker,” Vera giggles, interrupting Sherry’s near-panic attack.

Her laughter is fucking music.

Sherry leans in, and Vera grins, moving to meet her, brushing her thumb across Sherry’s jaw. Closing her eyes, Sherry shivers, moving her hand to rest on Vera’s, holding it to her face. If the tank is warm, Vera’s skin is red hot, burning into her yet sending chills down her spine.

Their lips meet and finally, finally, they kiss.

Sherry thinks this might be it—the center of the universe.

Is it cliché to say if hell is life with Vera, then it’s better than heaven?

Vera and Sherry break apart, breathing heavily, still clinging to each other. Vera grins, and Sherry catches it, smiling back.

“So,” Vera says.

“So,” Sherry replies.

“What do you say we, uh, fraternize?”

#rvb fluff week #ohsherry #ohio/sherry #rvb #h writes #fluff #canon-typical language #canon-typical violence

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itsprincechiru-blog · 5 years

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Categorizing and POS Tagging with NLTK Python

Natural language processing is a sub-area of computer science, information engineering, and artificial intelligence concerned with the interactions between computers and human (native) languages. This is nothing but how to program computers to process and analyze large amounts of natural language data.

NLP = Computer Science + AI + Computational Linguistics

In another way, Natural language processing is the capability of computer software to understand human language as it is spoken. NLP is one of the component of artificial intelligence (AI).

About NLTK :

The Natural Language Toolkit, or more commonly NLTK, is a suite of libraries and programs for symbolic and statistical natural language processing (NLP) for English written in the Python programming language.

It was developed by Steven Bird and Edward Loper in the Department of Computer and Information Science at the University of Pennsylvania.

A software package for manipulating linguistic data and performing NLP tasks.

NLTK is intended to support research and teaching in NLP or closely related areas, including empirical linguistics, cognitive science, artificial intelligence, information retrieval, and machine learning

NLTK supports classification, tokenization, stemming, tagging, parsing, and semantic reasoning functionalities.

NLTK includes more than 50 corpora and lexical sources such as the Penn Treebank Corpus, Open Multilingual Wordnet, Problem Report Corpus, and Lin’s Dependency Thesaurus.

The process of classifying words into their parts of speech and labelling them accordingly is known as part-of-speech tagging, POS-tagging, or simply tagging. Parts of speech are also known as word classes or lexical categories. The collection of tags used for a particular task is known as a tag set.

Using a Tagger

A part-of-speech tagger, or POS-tagger, processes a sequence of words, and attaches a part of speech tag to each word. To do this first we have to use tokenization concept (Tokenization is the process by dividing the quantity of text into smaller parts called tokens.)

>>> import nltk >>>from nltk.tokenize import word_tokenize >>> text = word_tokenize("Hello welcome to the world of to learn Categorizing and POS Tagging with NLTK and Python") >>> nltk.pos_tag(text)

OUTPUT:

[('Hello', 'NNP'), ('welcome', 'NN'), ('to', 'TO'), ('the', 'DT'), ('world', 'NN'), ('of', 'IN'), ('to', 'TO'), ('learn', 'VB'), ('Categorizing', 'NNP'), ('and', 'CC'), ('POS', 'NNP'), ('Tagging', 'NNP'), ('with', 'IN'), ('NLTK', 'NNP'), ('and', 'CC'), ('Python', 'NNP')]

In the above output and is CC, a coordinating conjunction;

Learn is VB, or verbs;

for is IN, a preposition;

NLTK provides documentation for each tag, which can be queried using the tag,

>>> nltk.help.upenn_tagset(‘RB’)

RB: adverb

occasionally unabatingly maddeningly adventurously professedly

stirringly prominently technologically magisterially predominately

swiftly fiscally pitilessly …

>>> nltk.help.upenn_tagset(‘RB’)

RB: adverb

occasionally unabatingly maddeningly adventurously professedly

stirringly prominently technologically magisterially predominately

swiftly fiscally pitilessly …

>>> nltk.help.upenn_tagset(‘NN’)

NN: noun, common, singular or mass

common-carrier cabbage knuckle-duster Casino afghan shed thermostat

investment slide humour falloff slick wind hyena override subhumanity

machinist …

>>> nltk.help.upenn_tagset(‘NNP’)

NNP: noun, proper, singular

Motown Venneboerger Czestochwa Ranzer Conchita Trumplane Christos

Oceanside Escobar Kreisler Sawyer Cougar Yvette Ervin ODI Darryl CTCA

Shannon A.K.C. Meltex Liverpool …

>>> nltk.help.upenn_tagset(‘CC’)

CC: conjunction, coordinating

& ‘n and both but either et for less minus neither nor or plus so

therefore times v. versus vs. whether yet

>>> nltk.help.upenn_tagset(‘DT’)

DT: determiner

all an another any both del each either every half la many much nary

neither no some such that the them these this those

>>> nltk.help.upenn_tagset(‘TO’)

TO: “to” as preposition or infinitive marker

>>> nltk.help.upenn_tagset(‘VB’)

VB: verb, base form

ask assemble assess assign assume atone attention avoid bake balkanize

bank begin behold believe bend benefit bevel beware bless boil bomb

boost brace break bring broil brush build …

The POS tagger in the NLTK library outputs specific tags for certain words. The list of POS tags is as follows, with examples of what each POS stands for.

CC coordinating conjunction

CD cardinal digit

DT determiner

EX existential there (like: “there is” … think of it like “there exists”)

FW foreign word

IN preposition/subordinating conjunction

JJ adjective ‘big’

JJR adjective, comparative ‘bigger’

JJS adjective, superlative ‘biggest’

LS list marker 1)

MD modal could, will

NN noun, singular ‘desk’

NNS noun plural ‘desks’

NNP proper noun, singular ‘Harrison’

NNPS proper noun, plural ‘Americans’

PDT predeterminer ‘all the kids’

POS possessive ending parent’s

PRP personal pronoun I, he, she

PRP$ possessive pronoun my, his, hers

RB adverb very, silently,

RBR adverb, comparative better

RBS adverb, superlative best

RP particle give up

TO, to go ‘to’ the store.

UH interjection, errrrrrrrm

VB verb, base form take

VBD verb, past tense took

VBG verb, gerund/present participle taking

VBN verb, past participle taken

VBP verb, sing. present, non-3d take

VBZ verb, 3rd person sing. present takes

WDT wh-determiner which

WP wh-pronoun who, what

WP$ possessive wh-pronoun whose

WRB wh-abverb where, when

Tagged Corpora

Representing Tagged Tokens

A tagged token is represented using a tuple consisting of the token and the tag. We can create one of these special tuples from the standard string representation of a tagged token, using the function str2tuple():

>>> tagged_token = nltk.tag.str2tuple('Learn/VB') >>> tagged_token ('Learn', 'VB') >>> tagged_token[0] 'Learn' >>> tagged_token[1] 'VB'

Reading Tagged Corpora

Several of the corpora included with NLTK have been tagged for their part-of-speech. Here’s an example of what you might see if you opened a file from the Brown Corpus with a text editor:

>>> nltk.corpus.brown.tagged_words() [('The', 'AT'), ('Fulton', 'NP-TL'), ...] >>> nltk.corpus.brown.tagged_words(tagset='universal') [('The', 'DET'), ('Fulton', 'NOUN'), ...] >>> [('The', 'DET'), ('Fulton', 'NOUN'), ...]

Part of Speech Tag set

Tagged corpora use many different conventions for tagging words.

TagMeaningEnglish Examples

ADJadjectivenew, good, high, special, big, local

ADPadpositionon, of, at, with, by, into, under

ADVadverbreally, already, still, early, now

CONJconjunctionand, or, but, if, while, although

DETdeterminer, articlethe, a, some, most, every, no, which

NOUNnounyear, home, costs, time, Africa

NUMnumeraltwenty-four, fourth, 1991, 14:24

PRTparticleat, on, out, over per, that, up, with

PRONpronounhe, their, her, its, my, I, us

VERBverbis, say, told, given, playing, would

.punctuation marks. , ; !

Xotherersatz, esprit, dunno, gr8, univeristy

>>> from nltk.corpus import brown >>> brown_news_tagged = brown.tagged_words(categories='adventure', tagset='universal') >>> tag_fd = nltk.FreqDist(tag for (word, tag) in brown_news_tagged) >>> tag_fd.most_common()

Output

[('NOUN', 13354), ('VERB', 12274), ('.', 10929), ('DET', 8155), ('ADP', 7069), ('PRON', 5205), ('ADV', 3879), ('ADJ', 3364), ('PRT', 2436), ('CONJ', 2173), ('NUM', 466), ('X', 38)]

Nouns

Nouns generally refer to people, places, things, or concepts, for example.: woman, Scotland, book, intelligence. The simplified noun tags are N for common nouns like book, and NP for proper nouns like Scotland.

>>> word_tag_pairs = nltk.bigrams(brown_news_tagged) >>> noun_preceders = [a[1] for (a, b) in word_tag_pairs if b[1] == 'NOUN'] >>> fdist = nltk.FreqDist(noun_preceders) >>> [tag for (tag, _) in fdist.most_common()] ['DET', 'ADJ', 'NOUN', 'ADP', '.', 'VERB', 'CONJ', 'NUM', 'ADV', 'PRON', 'PRT', 'X']

Verbs

Looking for verbs in the news text and sorting by frequency

SOURCE:https://www.learntek.org/blog/categorizing-pos-tagging-nltk-python/

>>> wsj = nltk.corpus.treebank.tagged_words(tagset='universal') >>> brown_news_tagged = brown.tagged_words(categories='adventure', tagset='universal') >>> wsj = nltk.corpus.treebank.tagged_words(tagset='universal') >>> [wt[0] for (wt, _) in word_tag_fd.most_common(200) if wt[1] == 'VERB'] ['is', 'said', 'was', 'are', 'be', 'has', 'have', 'will', 'says', 'would', 'were', 'had', 'been', 'could', "'s", 'can', 'do', 'say', 'make', 'may', 'did', 'rose', 'made', 'does', 'expected', 'buy', 'take', 'get']

#nltk #python

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adlerthetattler · 7 years

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Dead, Not Gone

@empathicdesign

Elijah was lucky. He had two parents that loved him. They were there for him when he needed them and offered him every opportunity they could. They helped him with his homework and took care of him when he was sick. They read him bed time stories and tucked him in when he was little. But most people didn’t see that part. Most people just saw him as the kid with the dead mom.

He supposed that he always knew his mother was dead, it just didn’t fully register until he was about eight or nine. When Elijah was young and would ask about his mother, his father would darken. He learned quickly to avoid that subject. His mother would say “He’s just sensitive. Some things are hard to talk about.” His mother could appear out of nowhere, like vapor, when he so much as whispered “Mom,” but he always assumed that was just a mom thing. He’d always thought that it was strange his father never responded to his mother’s snide remarks or gentle touch. Will would just shush the dogs and cat when it seemed they got excited about nothing, but Elijah heard his mother’s groans about another Western (which he sometimes agreed with). He just knew they were both sort of melancholy. It wasn’t until recently that he realized that she didn’t age.

It was only within the past year that he started questioning why he saw strangers that no one else did. He’d even fixed his bike with his grandfather a handful of times. Lacey explained that his father had a strong sense of empathy-- it was what Jack called him for sometimes-- and that she figured the empathy had just translated differently. He’d asked why Will couldn’t at least sense her, and she said it was because he wasn’t open to it. When he was younger, Will probably thought he was talking to an imaginary friend. Now, on the occasion that Will caught Elijah talking to himself, Elijah knew Will thought he was crazy. His mother insisted he wasn’t crazy. He just had to wait until the right time to drop the news. Lacey said it was going to be a difficult conversation. Will just had to be in the right mindset.

Elijah played on the new game console his grandmother had bought him for Christmas (she insisted he call her Mimi so not to feel old. Will called her his ‘grandmother’ to make her mad on purpose, Lacey said). His friend, Darryl, lived right by their school, but they played together over headset. It was eight at night, but the summer sun would keep things bright for at least another hour.

Over the headset, Darryl groaned. “My mom wants me to go play outside until the sun sets.”

“That sucks,” Elijah grunted. “What are you supposed to do, kick the ball by yourself?”

“I guess,” Darryl replied. “She said you can come over if you want and play like ‘normal kids’. You could ride your bike over.”

“That’d be like half an hour ride for me, man,” Elijah lamented, placing the controller down in front of him. “The sun would be setting by the time I got there, and you know how my dad is. He doesn’t even like me doing it at like one.”

“It’s probably only fifteen or twenty minutes to the park, and then we could go back to my house later.”

“I don’t know, I think he has to go out and work tonight. He doesn’t like me out some place when he’s working.”

Darryl groaned for Elijah. “Doesn’t he realize you’re in middle school? You’re not a baby.”

“He thinks I am.” There was a scoff behind him, and Elijah whirled to see Lacey lounging on his bed. His shoulders slumped. “Jesus,” he mouthed. She rose her eyebrows as if to say ‘watch your language’.

“Just tell him you’re going and there’s nothing he can do to stop you. It’s not like we’re going to be doing anything nefarious-- we’ll just play basketball or something. My mom would probably even offer a ride if you’re leaving and it’s dark, or you can stay for a while if you need to.”

“Nefarious,” Elijah echoed with a chuckle. “You’ve actually been looking at the vocab words this week, haven’t you?”

“It impresses the girls.” After a beat, Darryl added, “Go do it. And if you actually do it, let me know. I’m hanging up so it’s official. Mom is yelling.”

“Wait--.” Your partner has disconnected. Elijah sighed and removed his headset. He spun around in his chair, looking at his mother with a sheepish expression. “Can I go ride my bike to the park by Darryl’s house?”

“I see you ask the one with all the authority,” Lacey replied, head propped onto her hand. “Are you going to be back before it’s dark?”

“I dunno, maybe.” Elijah shrugged. He knew that probably wasn’t likely, and so did she.

“I don’t mind you getting there, but I don’t like you coming back on your own. Darryl said his mum could give you a ride back?”

“Yeah.”

Lacey shrugged and fell onto her back. “I don’t have a problem with it, but you know your father will. He’ll probably think you’ll get swept off the side of the road.” She lifted her hands to study her nails.

“I know. That’s why Darryl thinks I should just go.”

“That’s not a good idea and you know it. Your dad would call a search party.” She turned her head to better look at him. “Go ask your father. He’s downstairs working on his lures.” Elijah sighed as he pushed himself out of his chair, and Lacey sighed with him. “I know, I know, it’s so hard. You know it’s the smarter choice.”

“I know, I know,” he grumbled, pushing open his door and trudging down the stairs. He could hear his mother’s chuckle as he left. “Dad,” Elijah called once he found his shoes at the bottom of the stairs. “I’m going to Darryl’s house.” Tell, don’t ask. That’s what Darryl had told him to do. Perhaps Will would be so occupied that he waved a hand in dismissal as Elijah went out the door.

#empathicdesign #LaceyxWill #guest muse: elijah #v; the ripper #au: dead not gone #tw: long post #[i made a new au bc I DIDN'T WANT IT TO BE CANNON IN THE OTHER AU THAT LACEY DIES!!! I DON'T LIKE THAT LOL[#[I WANT THEM TO LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER AND HAVE 50 KIDS DOGS AND CATS]#[MAYBE SOME CHICKENS]#[man i was getting teary-eyed and LITERALLY NOTHING WAS HAPPENING]#[read more because omg i got super carried away with dialogue LOL]

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alex-guerin · 7 years

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There may be no chance of anything happening between me and Jason, but I at least kinda have a friend out of the deal. One that I can pick on and tease and everything’s cool. I was picking on him today cuz I went into work 2 hrs early, so I was pretty much exhausted most of the day, so I needed something to do to keep me entertained and awake. So, I was picking on him. He didn’t come into the cooler a whole lot tonight, which was slightly disappointing, but the few times he did, I managed to get him to laugh (except for the couple times when I was too busy to do anything except either hand him his labels or just leave them up on the printer for him to find while I did other shit). At one point though, he’d printed off a couple labels and didn’t come get them right away, so I folded them and set ‘em aside and went, “...wait...naaaaaah...I wanna see his face if he thinks they didn’t print.” So, I stashed them under my truck sheet. He came in, he looked at the printer. Looked on top of the printer. Down at my stacks of trucks. Over to the side on top of a pallet where I occasionally set ‘em so he sees ‘em. Finally looked at me and looked all adorably confused and was like, “Did...any labels print off in here?” I just kinda gave him the best blank stare I could (which didn’t work too well cuz I was trying so hard not to laugh) and he’s like, “No?” I glanced at my little spot in front of the computer and shrugged and went, “Well, I mean, they mighta...” and slowly pulled them out from under the truck sheet. I did apologize and told him I was just picking on him. And that I just needed something to do to keep myself entertained. I’d been there since 10pm, and had told management I’d stay until 3:30pm to help get us caught up and everything. So, it was gonna be a 17hr day for me. If I didn’t keep myself entertained, I was gonna fucking die. (I got kicked out at 2, so really it was only about 16 hr day instead)

I also finally came up with a good way to ensure he knows my name. And once again, my plan to do it today failed horribly, so I stashed it away and will do it tomorrow at some point. I knew he was gonna be printing a shit ton of labels today, so I took a blank label and wrote “TAG! You’re it! =P -Alyssa” on it and had every intention of waiting until he started printing off the ridiculous stacks, attach it to the first label and let ‘em fall and then take off to hide like I was stacking and not able to get ‘em folded up for him. Well, when he finally started printing the ridiculous stack, my fucking gloves got in the way and I could fold back the corner of the first label back far enough to get the one I’d written on attached to it (I didn’t wanna stick it to the top of that label cuz I didn’t wanna screw up his labels with my dorkiness). I’d just about gotten it, heard the cooler door roll up, glanced back and he was already walking in. I did not expect him to be in so quickly, so I stashed the label I’d written and just pretended like I was having a hard time catching up to folding them for him. Tomorrow though! Tomorrow I do it! ...I may even officially tag him with a label to the back and see how long he either notices or someone points it out to him.

Also, I’m not sure why everyone thinks I’m gay, but apparently they do. One of the second shifters, who is gay and is engaged to one of my managers, had offered to get me Jason’s number. But she was like, “Dude, no offence, but I legit thought you were straight up gay.” *Shrugs* Whatever. I ain’t mad about it. Then tonight though, a first shifter was picking on me and at first I had no idea what the fuck he was talking about, until he explained it more. He’d been calling me a little heartbreaker and something about my “girlfriend” and I was like, “What? I legit have no idea what you’re talking about. What girl??” He was like, “Ya know. That one you were turning down. Ari’s girlfriend or whatever.” I was like, “Dude! No man! There’s only one person back here that I have a crush on, and it sure as hell isn’t a female!” “It’s not?” “No!” “Oh!” Honestly, given the way this guy is, I was half expecting him to try and get me to tell him who it was I was crushing on. Just so he’d be able to embarrass me or pick on me. And with as tired and loopy as I was getting, there’s a very strong chance I would have said “Jason.” without even pausing to consider otherwise. I did tell him though Corie was gonna try and get the guy’s number for me, but I was telling her not to bother because I was pretty damn sure “the guy” wasn’t interested. ...Darryl told me to go for it. Much like everyone else has told me to do. And that I’ll never know until I try. I told him I was just about sleep deprived enough that I just may do that the next time he came into the cooler. I didn’t. I also nearly gave too much away.

*SIGHS!* The heart doesn’t wanna give up hope while the rest of me is going, “just accept friendship and be happy about it.” I dunno. Maybe...once I finally get that label attached and I’ll know for certain he knows my name at last, maybe Friday I’ll leave another one that says “Smile!” and put my name and number on it. See what happens. I’ll spend all weekend an emotional, anxious mess wondering if he’ll text or call, but, at least I’ll have the weekend to also try and build up resistance and pretend it never happened if he doesn’t do anything with the number come Monday. Hopefully we’re both adult enough that, if nothing happens, nothing will change, either. We shall see.

#Personal log

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damn-anotherangel · 6 years

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I imagine at least a few Wizards singing a variant of Carrying the Banner

[KIT] That's my antenna! [RONAN] You'll forge anudder - HEY! [DAIRINE] Hey, you lot We got work to do [DARRYL] Since when did you become me mudder? [PEACH] Ah, stop yer bawling! [WIZARDS] Who ast you? Dairine: Hey Nita, after the Invitational, did we hit a slump? Nita: What makes you think we’re in a slump? Dairine: I dunno, it’s just there are so many jobs to do, but I’ve just not been getting called. Maybe I should try a place where they’re not used to seein’ me. [NITA] Try out Alaalu or the harbor [KIT] Try Central Park, hey, climb a tree! [TOM] Go through Grand Central to the Crossings, [CARMELA] You’ll get your prep stuff there for free!! +CRASH+ [KIT] I hear trouble [NITA] Was that an ‘UH-oh’? [DARRYL] Here’s the transit spread. [DAIRINE] WHERE’S MY MANUAL?! [SPOT] +BANG+ [DARRYL] Nice intro [ROSHAUN] Best get this transit read! [WIZARDS] Ain't it a fine life Travellin’ the High Road through it all? What a fine life Travellin’ the High Road tough and tall Most every morning Wind fillin’ our sails Singin’ wit the whales Sure beats Christian Bale’s Mighty fine life Travellin’ the High Road home-free all! -chaos of Grand Central- Rhiow: Keep it moving, Dai stihó cousins! The gate’s open down the concourse, since it’s a high-traffic day. Carl: Give Sker’ret our best when you get to the Crossings! I can only imagine how packed it’ll be though! [WIZARDS] Summer stinks and winter's waitin' Welcome to New York! Boy, ain't this road fascinating When you ain’t gotta walk? Still, it's a fine life [KIT] -in a bad british accent- Travellin’ the High Road wit me mates! -glare from RONAN- [WIZARDS] A mighty fine life [DAIRINE] Let the Lone One know how low he rates! -gate to The Crossings- [RONAN] I’m a Bruiser Spells workin’ like punk rock Blow right through the roadblock [PENN] San Fran out to Wellach [WIZARDS] What a fine life Travellin’ the High Road out the gates [KOI] -voices from the pond- Oh hallowed children Though you wander roads unpaved Timeheart it sees you These worlds you’ve saved! [NITA] My Oath, (wanna split half a cup?) I read, (the blue stuff’ll perk me up) In Life’s Name and (all these jobs have an angle) for Life’s own sake... (what if I don’t make a difference) Trade fear (this high road’s all I got) (wish I could catch a breeze) For Courage (Power Levels’ runnin hot) (still can hope that I don’t freeze) and Death for Life! (Powers help me if it's not) (somebody help me please) Gotta find the headline Before we hit the deadline and we’ll do anything we have’ta 'Cause we don’t work for pennies ‘f I take on too many the lone one’s just got a head start after Look they putting up a network (were you tagged?) Querent out of Ambit (Got a call!) I get better signals from the surface of the sun Give it to Spot? Oh that one’s hot! (I was scared I would need twenty) Will ya tell me (but a dozen will be plenty) (Tell me) How's this High Road not got you freaked?! We’re here to stop assassinations Avert an earthquake or a war What if they’re crooked politicians? Well cousin, that’s what we’re here for! Uptown to Grand Central Station Down to City Hall We improves our circulation Walking 'til we fall

#Young Wizards Meta #Newsies #Carrying the Banner #Traveling the High Road #Musicals that will never happen #Continue it if you like it!#Stuck in my head

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watchingthesuperbowl · 7 years

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Notes taken during Super Bowl XXXVI

PREGAME

This is a Sky Sports simulcast of a Fox production. No more Channel 4, it appears.

The Sky Sports pre-produced open is just absolutely awful. The guy is using words that don't mean what he thinks they mean.

Sky Sports open: "They are underdogs personified, led by Tom Brady, a backup quarterback who nobody had heard of before he stepped out of the shadows to get a grip on a team of unknowns and has-beens to become overachievers." Dude, he threw for 369 yards and four touchdowns while winning the Orange Bowl as a starting quarterback when he was at Michigan. If you hadn't heard of him, you weren't a football fan.

Patriots are one of the biggest underdogs in Super Bowl history. 14 points, it appears.

"Kurt Warner was the Cinderella story of the 34th Super Bowl. Is Tom Brady to be the Cinderella story of the 36th?"

Sky Sports package about the Rams. This is actually well-written and well-conceived. They should have let this reporter do the cold open. Martz discusses the offense. Martz runs plays based on what the defense does. They break down the winning play in XXXIV. Trips right, single coverage with a safety. They knew the safety would help on the slot receivers, leaving Bruce one-on-one.

Drew Bledsoe: Not surprised at how well Brady has played. I've seen him in practice.

Bledsoe: Didn't like losing my job due to injury. Didn't agree with it, but we're in the Super Bowl now.

Bledsoe: We're friends, but it's awkward sometimes and changed our relationship.

Bledsoe drives a Mercedes, Brady drives a Dodge Ram pickup truck.

Bledsoe: Impressive to see how well Brady prepares, and his preparation is meticulous. Has as good a command on what we're doing and what the defense is doing as anyone I've ever seen.

Back to the Sky Sports studio. Analyst calls Brady "What'shisname".

Analyst: Brady has a bad ankle. I'm the Rams, I blitz him. And if Bledsoe comes in, I blitz him too. Brady is nervous. He could be great, and he could be real bad. They've got Bledsoe if he's bad.

Oh, hey, there's Paul McCartney. He's performing before the game. Fox runs a graphic describing him as a 13-time Grammy winner, as if he needs an introduction. "Okay, everybody clap your hands for freedom!" He does a song about his rights given by God to live a free life. It's apparently called Freedom and is his response to September 11, 2001. It's sort of garbage, and I say that as someone who loves most of McCartney's work.

Now a bunch of Patriots sound bites about Belichick. This is a Pam Oliver Fox package, chopped up and rebuilt.

The studio "expert" is apparently Mark Collins, former Giants DB. I am decidedly not a fan of his media work.

Patriots WR Terry Glenn is holding out, may not get a ring if New England wins.

One-on-one interview with John Madden, which is awesome. Madden says the Rams are the better team, but the winner is always the team that plays better on the day. Both interviewer and Madden say special teams may be big for the Patriots.

Madden describes Rams offense as the best ever assembled. I'm not going to say he's wrong, but IMO the Niners were better circa Super Bowl 29. This Rams offense is awesome, though.

Introductions: Rams offense. 40% of the starting offensive line played in the MAC, so that's cool. Pat Summerall doing the introductions.

Introductions: Patriots. They come out en masse, not introduced individually.

Star Spangled Banner: Boston Pops and Mariah Carey

Coin Toss: Roger Staubach and George H.W. Bush. Rams win the toss and will receive.

Rams beat Patriots 24-17 in Week 10.

Dick Stockton and Darryl Johnston in the booth, apparently. I think this is a Sky Sports-specific commentary team for this game.

FIRST QUARTER

Yo Murphy back to receive the opening kickoff. A big deal is made of his time with the Scottish Claymores. Heck of a return, out to the Rams' 39.

Fox using the umlaut in Tom Nutten's name. Cool.

Rams doing Ram things, across midfield quickly and nearing field goal range within the first minute.

2nd and 18, Warner goes deep into double coverage to Torry Holt. Apparently Holt beat CB Tebucky Jones and Law was there to assist. Drive stalls at the New England 40. John Baker will punt, and for once this strategy pays off. He kicks it out of bounds inside the 5.

First play for the Patriots, Brady to Troy Brown for 21 on a slant. That's very Rams of them.

Brady is the third QB to lead his team to the Super Bowl in his first year as a starter. Kurt Warner and Vince Ferragamo (both Rams) are the other two.

Johnston: When the Patriots go shotgun formation, left guard Mike Compton plays center and center Damian Woody plays left guard. They've been doing it all year. He's never seen that before. Neither have I.

Patriots stall near midfield and punt. Ken Walter, one of two recent NFL players to go to Kent State and not play football there. (Antonio Gates is the other.)

Patriots in their third Super Bowl, all in New Orleans.

Four of Warner's first five pass attempts have been to Holt.

Cool play alert: Running back Marshall Faulk lines up as a wide receiver, then goes in motion and runs a jet sweep.

Warner converts a third down in which he's pressured and improvises a pass. One play later, they're across midfield.

Huh. Rams run a middle tight end screen. Johnston says the Rams have used that play all season long and it's one of their favorites. Mike Martz knows more about offense than I do, but that seems like an ugly play.

Rams stall just inside the New England 35. Jeff Wilkins comes on to attempt a 50 yard field goal, and it's right down the middle. 3-0 Rams.

Cutaway: Trainer working on Kurt Warner. Cramp? Back muscle issue? The commentary team doesn't even reference the shot, so I have no idea.

Team that scores first in the Super Bowl is now 25-10.

Patriots go three and out. Defensive end Grant Wistrom with great coverage on running back Kevin Faulk to prevent a third down completion.

Stockton: People are talking about Marshall Faulk as if he's one of the greatest, or maybe even THE greatest of all time. Pump the brakes, Dick. He's great, but he's not Brown or Payton. Rookie LaDainian Tomlinson is about to replicate Marshall Faulk's career, albeit without the Super Bowl ring.

Quarter ends with Rams on top 3-0.

SECOND QUARTER

First quarter stats: Rams 89 total yards and 5 first downs, Patriots 50 and 2.

Sky runs a graphic of World Bowl champions.

Third and 15, Warner throws to Az Hakim, who's surrounded by four Patriots defenders. Two of the Patriots crash into each other and Hakim gains some additional yardage.

Wait, did the Rams just call a quarterback draw with Kurt Warner? They did. Bananas. It gains five yards on 2nd and 10. After an incomplete third down pass, Jeff Wilkins is on and misses a 52-yard field goal wide left.

Third down, Brady deep for David Patten. Knocked away by Kim Herring, who won a ring last year with the Ravens. Doesn't matter. Holding, defense, first down.

Patriots don't accomplish much and punt. Rams will take over at their own 20.

Coming up at halftime, a live performance from U2. "Music" from Barenaked Ladies, which means it's...not live? I dunno.

First and 10 Rams from their 39. Warner under pressure, tosses it up, a terrible throw under pressure and Ty Law picks it off. He's gone with a pick six. 7-3 Patriots.

Stockton: Patriots felt like if they could get out of the first quarter with the game close, they'd be in good shape.

Johnston: Nobody beat the St. Louis Rams this sesaon. They've beaten themselves when they lost.

On a first down play, Az Hakim makes a catch past the first down marker but inexplicably runs backwards behind the marker. Second and inches, but a run is stuffed on second down and Warner throws incomplete on third down. Hakim blew it. Rams will punt.

A promo for www.NFLJapan.co.JP. Huh.

Stockton: There is no question the Patriots have stolen the momentum.

Marc Edwards getting the ball here. Three touches for the fullback on this possession.

Fox graphic: Fewest points the Rams have scored this year in the first half: 9, twice.

Promo for NFLEurope.com. Sky shows video of Kurt Warner as an Amsterdam Admiral.

Patriots punt and the Rams take over with 1:52 left in the half. They're deep in their own half of the field.

Inside handoff to Az Hakim! Clock running, Rams at their own 20 with around 90 seconds left before halftime.

Warner completes a pass deep downfield to Ricky Proehl, who almost immediately fumbles. Terrell Buckley recovers and runs it back to the Rams 40 or so. If you're a Rams fan, you're beginning to feel some indigestion.

Patriots driving in the two-minute drill. A big third down run from Kevin Faulk makes it first and goal from the 8 with 36 seconds left.

First down, Brady throws into the end zone to David Patten, who makes an incredible falling, off-balance catch. Perfect throw, perfect catch. This is a stunning turn of events. The Rams were two-touchdown favorites.

They're going to review it to make sure he had the ball and was in bounds. He did. It's a touchdown. 14-3 Patriots. This is the Rams' largest deficit of the year.

Rams take a knee after the kickoff. It's 14-3 New England at the half. The team leading at halftime is 27-7 all-time in Super Bowls.

HALFTIME

U2 performs. "Beautiful Day". Then a tribute to September 11, 2001 victims as they play "MLK" and "Where The Streets Have No Name". Victim names are projected onto a screen behind the band and scrolled. U2 lost me in the early 90s and has never really gotten me back, but they absolutely nailed this halftime show. Perfection.

Back to the Sky studio. Mark Collins shows off his Super Bowl rings.

THIRD QUARTER

Patriots receive the second half kickoff. Decent return to the 30 or so.

A couple of big runs from Antowain Smith to start the half and the Patriots have moved into Rams territory.

The drive stalls near the Rams' 45 and Ken Walter will kick it away. Rams take over inside their 20.

After a penalty, the Rams have a 1st and 18 from their own 8, but they take care of it right away. Warner hits Hakim, who weaves through defenders for a first down. Next play, Warner to Bruce down the middle of the field, and they're out to the 50.

That's more or less where the Rams' first drive of the half ends. They'll punt. Patriots take over near their 15.

New England feeding Antowain Smith. 17 yards on the first play of the drive. He's gotta be up near 100 yards now, midway through the third quarter.

End around! David Patten for 22. Looked for a moment like he might score.

Smith: 14 rushes, 84 yards. Now 15 for 85.

Drive stalls near the Rams' 35. They punt, and it goes into the end zone. Net of 15 yards. Whee! Belichick was thinking field position, I assume.

Stockton: Rams' deepest penetration is to the Patriots' 32 yard line.

Promo for American Bowl 2002 in Osaka: Washington vs. San Francisco. The first preseason game of the year, next August.

Marshall Faulk beginning to heat up. Rips off a couple 8-12 yard chunks outside. Rams get to midfield.

Patriots defense looking a lot like Belichick's Giants in XXV. Allow catches, but no yards after the catch.

Warner with a terrible throw, picked by Otis Smith, who returns it to the 33. Torry Holt fell and Warner was throwing to a spot.

Run/pass option to Kevin Faulk, but he's sacked. I guess it'll go down as a three yard rushing loss, but that was a sack. He wanted to throw. (As it turns out, this was recorded as a sack.)

Another trick play with Kevin Faulk. Direct snap to the running back as Tom Brady acts like the snap went over his head. Nearly enough for a first down, but sets up Adam Vinatieri for a 37 yard field goal. Got it. 17-3 Patriots, with 1:18 left in the third.

All 17 Patriots points have come off of Rams turnovers.

Video of Adam Vinatieri kicking for the Amsterdam Admirals.

Johnston: I like the calm St. Louis is showing on offense. They don't seem shaken, there's no sense of panic despite a 17-3 deficit.

Rams out near midfield again after a couple of completions. Third quarter ends with New England up 17-3.

FOURTH QUARTER

Team that's ahead after three quarters is 30-5 all-time in Super Bowls.

Third and 6, Warner finds Hakim across the middle to convert. They're unside the 45. Next play, Kurt Warner scrambles, buys time, and somehow finds Ernie Conwell for nine yards.

Rams still not panicking, doing their thing, taking their time. This is a big drive, but they're not forcing anything.

BIG play to Marshall Faulk coming out of the backfield. He gets man coverage against Mike Vrabel, which is a huge mismatch. Gets to the 9. First and goal.

Warner throws into traffic on second down. Lawyer Milloy nearly picks it off. Not a great throw. Next play, nearly picked off again. Ty Law probably should have had that ball for the Patriots. Bruce was running a fade route and never looked for the ball.

The Rams will go for it on fourth down, needing two touchdowns in the next 10:29.

Rams have scored on 37 consecutive Red Zone possessions. 27 TD, 10 FG. Last time they didn't score was against New England in Week 10.

Fourth down, Warner can't find anyone open and scrambles, eventually decides to take off and run with it. Tackled at the 1 yard line and fumbles. Tebucky Jones scoops and takes it 97 yards for a touchdown...but there's a flag on the field. Defensive holding. First down, Rams. Huge, huge play. Replay shows Willie McGinest essentially tackled Marshall Faulk while Faulk was trying to run a pass pattern.

First down from the Patriots' 1, Faulk up the middle, stuffed.

Video of Paul Tagliabue with a personalized FC Barcelona jersey. It's soccer, Paul. It's sort of like football with no hands.

Second and goal, Rams spread the defense and Kurt Warner waltzes in on a quarterback sneak. I don't think I've ever seen a quarterback sneak up the middle from the one yard line where the QB goes in basically untouched. 17-10. Rams are alive.

Daryl Johnston and Nick Halling chat about FC Barcelona playing exhibition games in the US. Halling snarkily asks Johnston if he'd go to the games and Johnston emphatically says yes. He says soccer was the first sport he played. Halling is audibly surprised and a bit impressed.

Patriots go three-and-out. They'll punt with 7:55 left in regulation and the Rams down by 7 points.

It's a good punt, and there's a penalty on the Rams. St. Louis will start at its own 6.

Rams convert a third down inside their own 10 with a clutch pass from Warner to Bruce. It's only five yards, but it's good enough for now.

2nd and 10, Warner with a beautiful pass downfield to Ricky Proehl. The Patriots blitzed and paid the price. Rams nearly out to midfield, needing a touchdown to tie the game. Less than 6:00 left in regulation.

Huge sack on second and 10. Willie McGinest sacks Warner for a loss of 16! Rams now facing 3rd and 26, around 4:00 on the clock, no timeouts.

New England calls its timeout. Wow. That's odd. They're giving Martz and Warner time to think. Neither team has any timeouts left.

Stockton: This would be the second-biggest Super Bowl upset of all time, behind the Jets in Super Bowl III.

Neutral zone infraction on the Patriots. Five yard penalty. 3rd and 20 or 21 from midfield. Warner throws into traffic. Incomplete to Torry Holt.

Rams will...punt? Okay. They'll punt. It goes into the end zone. 3:44 left, Patriots with the ball, Rams have no timeouts and might not get it back. 17-10 New England.

Smith run, loss of 2. Clock will be under three minutes before the next snap. Dump pass to Smith, gain of 4. Clock will be below 2:20 before the third down play. Pitch to Smith, gain of 2. Two minute warning, Patriots to punt.

Holding against the Patriots on the punt. Penalty declined. 30 yard punt gives Warner great field position on their own 35.

Complete pass underneath to Az Hakim, who shakes a tackle and gets an additional 12 yards. They're inside the 40.

Now it's Yo Murphy! A swing pass for 12, getting out of bounds. Yo was lined up in the backfield and it confused the defense.

Next play, a fade to Ricky Proehl, who gets away from Tebucky Jones and weaves his way into the end zone. The Rams are an extra point away from tying this game. They get it. 17-17. This could be the first overtime Super Bowl in history.

Johnston: "The only question is, did St. Louis score too quickly and give New England too much time?"

Good coverage on the kickoff. Troy Brown tackled inside the 20. 1:21 left, tie game.

Johnston: The Patriots have plenty of time and a great kicker.

First play, dump pass to J.R. Redmond. Patriots at their 20 as the clock ticks under 1:00. Another short pass down the middle to Redmond gets 10. They spike it and stop the clock with 0:41 left. 2nd and 10 from their own 30.

Another pass to Redmond, this time for 11. Clock stops because he got out of bounds. 0:33 left.

Vinatieri's long is a 55 yard field goal. Postseason long is 46.

Brady rolls and throws to...nobody. Rams sideline freaking out because it probably should have been called intentional grounding. The call is not forthcoming. Brady was inside the tackle, but outside of where the tackle originally lined up.

Now Brady finds Troy Brown for 23 yards. Clock stops at 0:21. Ball at the Rams' 36. Would be a 53 yard field goal right now.

Brady to Jermaine Wiggins, a dump pass over the middle. Clock ticking at 0:15, this is tempting the fates...They have to spike it. 10...9...8...7...they spike it with 0:07 left.

Here's Adam Vinatieri, trying to win it. He's never missed a kick indoors. 48 yarder. GOT IT! The clock runs out and New England wins, 20-17.

POSTGAME

Stockton: This is the most dramatic Super Bowl game ever played. Did dude see the one two years ago? Because that was every bit as dramatic.

Johnston: Great representation by NFL Europe today. Vinatieri and Warner.

Stockton: Patriots lost three of their first four games, their quarterbacks coach had a heart attack, and then they lost their starting QB (Bledsoe) to injury. Won the Super Bowl anyway.

Stockton and Johnston both talk about how fitting it is that the Patriots would win the first Super Bowl after 9/11. *insert wanking motion here*

Sky Sports studio host: AFC East had lost its last eight Super Bowls. I don't wanna talk about it.

Studio analyst Mark Collins: Doesn't matter if there's one week off before the Super Bowl or two weeks off. All you're doing in the extra week is going to parties and getting free stuff.

Collins: Game-tying touchdown was an illegal pick play that wasn't called.

Collins: Vinatieri has to be the MVP. Only Patriot who stood out. Otherwise, everybody played very well but nobody was great.

Patriots owner Bob Kraft: New England fans have waited 42 years for this day and we're world champions. Happy to be associated with coaches and players who put team first. Talks about "this time in our country" and the "spirit of America". "We are all Patriots", he says. I can't speak for anyone else, but I was a Ram that day.

Bradshaw: People thought you were crazy when you traded a first round draft pick for Bill Belichick. Kraft: Best deal I ever made.

Belichick: Credit to players and coaches, and if we played next week, we'd still be the underdogs.

Belichick: Decided we needed to cover receivers more than rush Warner because he gets rid of the ball so quickly.

Belichick: We have two good quarterbacks - three, with Huard - and you can't have too much depth at QB.

Brady: Incredible. This is what happens when guys believe in each other. Gives credit to all his teammates. Dream come true.

Brady named MVP, wins a Cadillac Escalade. Says it's a team car and everyone's using it. Bradshaw says Brady will pay the taxes on it.

Vinatieri: Never been so proud to be a member of anything in my whole life.

Promo for NFL Europe coverage. April 13, Barcelona Dragons at Scottish Claymores.

Closing montage: U2, Beautiful Day.

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