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coulsons-fullmetal-cellist · 7 months

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Dieter, Dieter, Pumpkin Eater

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Summary: you and Dieter go pumpkin picking for the first time

Warnings: Dieter being adorable, saucy suggestions, lots of baby goats

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Today was a good day for pumpkin picking. You and Dieter were heading somewhere about an hour away that you found would be perfect for your first pumpkin picking.

Growing up in Australia, you never celebrated Halloween and only witnessed the fall traditions through the films you watched. Now living in America, you didn’t feel out of place putting up Halloween decorations and making all things pumpkin related. You hadn’t crossed pumpkin picking off your bucket list yet, feeling it might be awkward to venture out on your own.

Dieter was happy to get out of the city and spend time with you. He heard the word pumpkin farm and wore a plaid shirt and his overalls which you thought was adorable. Of course, he fell asleep on the drive there, wrapped up in his teddy bear coat. But you were used to it by now and you had a new Dead Meats podcast you wanted to listen to. He magically knew when to wake up as you slowed down to park outside the pumpkin patch, he must have sensed your excitement.

You were early enough that you seemed to be one of the few visitors there. After paying through admission, you purchased yourself a hot chocolate and you both wandered around the farm, Dieter stealing your marshmallow on the way.

“So, are you going to actually pick a pumpkin?”

“I’m not sure. There’s a pumpkin tent with lots of already picked pumpkins, so that could be fun.”

“What if we find a giant pumpkin?”

“Oh, I don’t know. It might be too big for my car unless I leave you behind. And I don’t want to leave you here overnight with the scarecrows and you might turn into a ghost…”

“No!” he wrapped himself around you, thankful you finished your hot chocolate “Don’t make them turn me into a ghost!”

“Don’t worry, I won’t. Even though you’d be a very cute ghost.”

“There’s such a thing as a cute ghost?”

You nodded, “Casper. And you’d be such a cute pudgy ghost!”

You started to tickle his tummy, but he playfully avoided you and led you towards the jumping castle he spotted. He gestured you inside as his joyful grin was an invitation to you to join him. Both of you bouncing around alone in the caste, the bouncing started off playful but then became more amorous. Before long, he was lying on top of you, passionately kissing you until the sensible part of your brain kicked in. He got a firm no, which he knew was serious, but he still pouted.

“Dieter, we can’t. We’re out in public and you make enough noise to attract attention.”

“Can I rent one of these for the weekend?”

“If you want to. But you have to clean it.”

“Done” he sealed the deal with a kiss and rolled off you, “I’m gonna need a minute.”

It was obvious he did, so you left the jumping castle, straightening yourself out. He grabbed your hand when he came out to join you, and you ambled off towards the pumpkin tent. Your eyes almost popped out at the number of pumpkins on display. So many sizes and colours left you with so many choices.

“You can get more than one you know” Dieter reassured you.

“You don’t mind? We’ll be eating nothing but pumpkin for a while.”

He shrugged, “If it tastes good, I’ll eat it.”

So, you settled on a few: a baby bear and a cotton candy because they had cute names, a mini Jack O’Lantern, a beautiful fairytale and a classic Cinderella.

“You shall go to the ball after all, Dieter!”

“Aw, I’ve always wanted to twirl around in a pretty dress!”

“The glass shoes wouldn’t be that comfortable though.”

“Hey, if I get to kiss the handsome prince, it’s worth it” and he kissed you, making you assume you were playing the role of the prince.

You almost skipped pulling along your little cart until Dieter stopped you, tugging at your sleeve. He was staring at the petting zoo, the bleating of baby goats behind their sign.

“Do you want to go?” he was nodding eagerly and trotted over to the gate.

He was handed a bag of feed and he knelt down with his hands out awkwardly. It was like the scene in Something There where the Beast was trying to feed the birds. One little goat waddled over and started eating from his hands. His smile was as big as the Beast’s was. Then all the other little goats came over for food and once Dieter’s hands were empty, they started to lick him all over with their cute little tongues. He tried to give each of them as much love as his two hands could handle. Eventually they started climbing onto his lap and wherever they could get a purchase.

“Look, look, they’re climbing me! They’re climbing me!”

The animal handler came over to see the joyous commotion, “Is he with you?”

“Yes, he’s mine” you mused.

Dieter’s giggles were infectious, “Let me be your mountain!” and he laid himself down so all the little goats could attack him with love. “Ah, I’m taking you all home with me!”

You had to intervene at this point so made your way into the goat pen, facing your boyfriend who was hugging the smallest goat.

“Dieter, we can’t take them all home. They’d make a mess, and then they’d all try to escape because we don’t have that great a gate.”

He knew all of this was true but still moped, “Can we come back next year?”

“Of course we can” he smiled at this, “Do you want a picture with them?”

After about a million pictures with every baby goat, and then more than one with his favourites who he named himself, you finally unloaded your pumpkins into your car. Dieter enveloped you in a hug, his teddy bear coat now perfumed with that baby goat smell.

“You had fun today?” you felt his nodding, “You smell like goat.”

“I smell like little furballs of love is what I smell like!”

You didn’t want to sour his mood by pointing out that his little furballs of love probably trotted around in their own droppings, so you left him to sleep away the trip back with a happy smile on his face.

A few days later and several homemade pumpkin purée making sessions later, you came home to find a note from Dieter waiting for you.

“Put this on and meet me outside” it read. You found your silk robe underneath the note, so you looked outside.

He had gone and rented a jumping castle.

Lovingly tagging @boliv-jenta @simpingcowboy @ellenmunn @o-sacra-virgo-laudes-tibi @brilliantopposite187 @chaithetics @myloveistoolittle @cevans-is-classic @glshmbl

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sharksupermacy · 7 months

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wave/ summer flows y/n profile

group! newjeans (ador) name! choi y/n birthday! n/a.n/a./05 🎂 mbti! estp family! mom, dad, older sister (lia),& older brother (junsu) representative color! light indigo/purple 🟪 representative animal! hedgehog 🦔 favorite food! any unhealthy food + fruit you can think of but also anything their mom cook

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landinrris · 11 months

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Photographer!Lando WIP Snippet

Inadvertently came across an F1 challenge on ao3 that included a prompt about paddock photographer Lando and Ferrari driver Carlos and now I am running wild with it. It's almost 20k help Since I'm horrible at making short, consistent things, here I am sharing a snippet of them meeting for the first time

Lando had just been starting in the F3 paddock the last time Ferrari had seriously challenged for the title. It hadn’t ultimately gone well— a masterclass in disaster if Lando’s being honest. The way hope had slowly petered out, all but gone by July. Lando doesn’t know Carlos personally, but he’s followed his career through the years— had posters of him up on his bedroom wall and everything. He’s not too proud to admit that it’d be pretty cool to watch Carlos take Ferrari to their first championship in eighteen years. What a story that would make.

The Red Bulls aren’t too far behind him on Friday practice, his teammate back in third to his second after Saturday’s qualifying is all said and done.

It’s not like Charles doesn’t also deserve to be champion, Lando thinks, watching from the castle as he’s practically on top of Carlos through the tricky corners. But there’s a part of Carlos that screams he’s done waiting, and compared to the two DNFs Charles has already had with another fifth place in Australia, he’s further back in the points already.

Carlos has been walking around with careful confidence every time Lando sees him, like he can’t quite believe it’s been going so well.

And Lando’s not a stranger as to the other reason he’d love for Carlos to win.

It starts with a cr and ends with an ush. Seeing Carlos know he’s leading even early on in the season has been doing wonders for Lando’s infatuation. While he’s not one of the photographers who wait around for the drivers arriving at the paddock each day, he’s half tempted to hang around to get some of Carlos.

Lando’s sitting with his camera in the old city complex around halfway through the race when one of the nearby marshals reaches for their yellow flag. A second later, he sees a distinctly red Ferrari come around the corner going much slower than it should be even given the area it’s in. The distinct 55 becomes clearer not too long after.

One of the marshals rushes up to Lando, ushering him away from the escape road that Carlos is trying to direct his car towards. Lando moves, numb and disappointed as the broadcast feed in his ears finally acknowledges Carlos’ impending DNF.

He’s supposed to be neutral, and he is for the most part. It’s just that Carlos had been comfortably in the lead after jumping Checo at the start and now he’ll walk away from the weekend without any points.

This is how it starts.

Carlos jumps from the car once it’s safely off track and marches behind the barriers. They’ve never spoken, but Lando can read the tension in his shoulders from ten feet away. He’s stuck standing still as some of the nearby photographers turn to capture Carlos’ annoyance. Lando can’t bring himself to raise his lens in Carlos’ direction and instead turns back to the track. Carlos is undoubtedly not in the mood.

The old city usually provides good vantage points to capture the cars as they come through, but bunched up behind the safety car while the tractor pulls Carlos’ car behind the barriers is even better. A nineteen-car squirming snake.

The other photographers wander off after a handful of shots leaving Lando to believe that Carlos has mounted whatever scooter of shame they have for him back to the paddock. He’ll probably want to go punch something.

When Lando turns around after all the cars have cycled past though, a shock of red sitting with his back against the barrier without a helmet on, greets him. Lando only feels slightly guilty for thinking Carlos looks hot when he’s sad. The sight of Carlos sitting there, legs bent and hands dangling atop his knees, takes Lando’s breath away.

He should focus on the race, maybe move to a new location as the safety car comes in and the race goes green again. Instead, all Lando does is open his big mouth in the most embarrassing way.

“So, come here often?” It’s not overly loud, but with the lull in noise and Carlos close by, of course he hears it.

Carlos cracks open an eye and shifts his head level with Lando. “That is the best you could come up with?” It’s not overly nasty, but the element of unimpressed is definitely there that has Lando cringing internally.

“I mean, unless you’d rather me ask if you’re okay? And clearly you are, physically. Mentally, you’re probably kicking yourself. Points opportunity gone and everything when you know you need every one you can get.” Carlos is staring at Lando dead-eyed when Lando’s brain finally cooperates and slots its filter back in place.

“Are you finished?”

“Yeah. Sorry.”

The tell-tale roar of engines making their way down the straight pulls Lando’s attention back to the track.

God, he’s such a moron. Out of all times for his filter to up and disappear, of course it happens while meeting one of the hottest people he’s ever seen. All while clad in the billowy white and purple mesh photographer vest he’s made to wear. Carlos probably thinks he’s some piece of shit who thinks he’s right about everything.

Checo’s leading when the cars snake past them but the only noise that lingers once they pass is his own self screaming wanker inside his head over and over.

“I haven’t seen you before, I think.” Carlos unexpectedly speaks nearly in conjunction with Lando’s finger lifting from the shutter.

Lando carefully holds himself still, trying to evoke an air of uncaring rather than one of eagerness to please. “Uh, no. This is my first season in the F1 paddock. Been with F2 and F3 since 2019 though. I’m Lando— Norris. Lando Norris.” He would hold his hand out for Carlos to shake if they weren’t awkwardly far apart and Lando was sure Carlos wouldn’t punch him for speaking out of his ass.

Carlos doesn’t punch him though. He nods and turns his head to look over at the marshal standing at their post fifteen feet away. “Tell me, Lando Norris, do you think this will cost me in a few months?”

Lando should say no, especially after shoving his foot in his mouth earlier. “It’s not gonna make it easier,” he says. God. “I mean— it’s not like I don’t think you can’t. I think if anyone could come back, it’s you. With like, consistency and all that. But the field is like, so close, you know? I should really stop talking.”

But Carlos is at least smiling at him this time like he’s enjoying watching Lando struggle to stop digging himself an ever deeper hole. He probably just needs to run and find a new photo spot where he won’t be at risk of talking to drivers who DNF.

“You think I’m consistent?” Carlos teases. Because that’s 100% what he’s doing, Lando can see it now. Proper smile and everything.

He points his camera at Carlos and takes a burst of shots in retaliation. They don’t deter Carlos’ grin.

“I mean, you beat your veteran teammate twice over the seasons since you’ve been at Ferrari, and then before when you were at McLaren even though you had shit luck. You know how to keep it in one piece.” Lando can feel how hot his face is and wonders if his blush is visible.

Carlos sighs. “I guess we will see, no? Where is Charles right now?”

The cars come roaring back up the hill and Lando counts fifth. Carlos seems mildly okay with that. Lando can only imagine how quickly Ferrari would switch allegiances if Carlos’ performance fell off. At least Lando can offer some reassurance.

One of the Haases clips a corner and gets some spectacular front axle damage a few laps later. Carlos takes that as his cue to push himself up and make his way back down to the paddock. Part of Lando is morose to see him go even though he definitely needs to move as well to get some variety in what he sends off later.

“I will see you around?” Carlos asks as he picks his helmet off the ground.

Lando flashes him a smile. “I’ll be here as long as they let me. Hopefully next time you’ll be back up on that podium.” And then Carlos is trudging back in the direction of the pits. Lando gives Carlos a few minutes before setting off in the same direction. Better to be closer to the podium at this stage in the race than farther away.

Lando doesn’t see Carlos again for the remainder of the afternoon. When he’s editing his photos later as the paddock begins to clear and the champagne has dried, he comes across the ones he quickly took of Carlos. They stop him in his tracks.

The photographers who had swarmed him after getting out of the car and sitting down on the ground all got photos of Carlos at his most vulnerable. Lando’s sure they look like he’s about to cry or scream or maybe both. They’ll use them to paint pictures of defeat and concern over Carlos’ championship chances— the likelihood of continuing with a DNF under his belt.

Lando’s photo shows the opposite. There’s a hint of a smile on his face as he sits on the ground looking in Lando’s direction. It doesn’t speak of dashed championship hopes, but rather fortified determination. That a DNF isn’t the end of the world, nor does Carlos think so.

He spends a few minutes correcting the balances and then opens Instagram. Carlos is one of those longstanding drivers Lando’s followed practically since he signed up for an account. He’s sure Carlos gets overwhelming numbers of DMs on a regular basis, but Lando has no other way of contacting him and he wants Carlos to have the photos.

The way his gut jumps when Carlos not only opens the message but replies with a short message of gratitude, should be embarrassing. Like a fucking teenager. And then Carlos honest to God posts them, crediting Lando’s page.

Lando tries not to feel guilty when he goes back to the hotel later and pulls up Pornhub on his phone. Dark-haired and dark-eyed guys aren’t solely reminiscent of Carlos. He’s totally normal and within his rights.

Nothing to worry about.

#is it almost 2k? maybe so but I'm lowkey having fun writing it and excited to share more #writing tag #carlando #husbands™#photographer lando fic

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mercurygray · 6 months

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Currently Reading - November 2023

Gosh, it's been a little while since I did one of these!

The Year of Peril: America in 1942 - Tracey Campbell . Found this one at the library booksale just after I finished the 1942 podcast series. The book is excellent so far and really flipping some interesting issues over.

Just Finished Reading:

Millions Like Us: Women's Lives during the Second World War by Virgina Nicolson - This was excellent and I strongly recommend it. I got a lot of inspiration for the end of TDS in it and there's a lot of material that I think will come in handy for MOTA.

Sisters in Arms: British Army Nurses Tell Their Story, by Nicola Tyrer - Another super excellent book that filled in a serious knowledge gap I had about British nursing. Might come in handy for future SAS:RH productions.

An Unladylike Profession: American Women War Correspondents in World War I by Chris Dubbs - This was an impulse purchase on thriftbooks and was very interesting.

The Call of the Wrens, by Jenni Walsh. Fiction. Glad this was only a library book - it was just okay. I'm not a big fan of time jumps as a narrative device - it feels thin.

Cassiel's Servant, by Jacqueline Carey. Fiction. It was really fun to go back to Terre D'Ange for this one, and interesting to see Joscelin's side of things. Realized Joscelin may be why/how I write Dick the way I do.

Ashes under water : the SS Eastland and the shipwreck that shook America, by Michael McCarthy. This was a book club pick that I ended up not being able to join discussion on. A really interesting story, if you're into maritime disasters.

Prisoners of the castle : an epic story of survival and escape from Colditz, the Nazis' fortress prison, by Ben Macintyre. This was on the shelf at the library and I was reading mostly for mentions of David Stirling. Still - very interesting, especially when paired with...

Churchill's Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare: The Mavericks Who Plotted Hitler's Defeat, by Giles Milton. This book was fascinating. A lot of backstory behind the stuff that made the war work.

The Immortal life of Henrietta Lacks, by Rebecca Skloot. A book club pick that I'm really glad I read.

Just Finished Watching:

Our Miracle Years (Unsere wunderbaren Jahre, Das Erste/PBS) - follows the life of one family in the post-war period. Some good food for thought here.

A Place to Call Home, Season 1 (Foxtel/ Hoopla) - More post-war, this time in Australia, which I started just as something to watch and am now very embroiled in. (Fair warning, this show contains conversation therapy, a miscarriage, and antisemitism, and may probably be triggering for some.)

World On Fire, Season 2 (BBC/PBS) - I came, I brought my Passport subscription, I tried...and after all six episodes I still don't like this show. I don't feel like we spend enough time with any of the characters to really appreciate them. It feels like everyone's there to make a point.

Outlander Season 7 (STARZ) - This was just fun. I'm not a huge fan of the books, but the TV series is really enjoyable for me.

Captain Horatio Hornblower (1951) - This has been on my list for a while and it popped up recently on Hoopla. I like Peck's nervousness in the role.

Dalgliesh, Season 2 (Acorn/Hoopla) - Bertie Carvel continues to do great in this role. I kind of wish there was a crossover involving him and Morse.

To Walk Invisible (BBC/ PBS)- It was really fun to watch this back to back with Emily.

Emily (2022) - Getting two mostly recent takes on the Bronte sisters so close together was really interesting.

Farewell My Queen (2012) - watched this while on vacation in Williamsburg. A nice 18th century drama.

#currently reading

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leftnotright · 7 months

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A TEXTBOOK EDUCATION

"This will be a skill-building experience. You've had it too easy. You've had your Family name to back you, and your Right Hand at your every call. It's time you learn to carry yourself, to build from the ground up." Dino Cavallone, the Cavallone Don, fresh out of high school.

Reborn, the deadliest hitman of the modern era, has a special kind of torture up his sleeve for his dear struggling student. Dino will have to see how well he handles alienation, isolation, and worst of all, class participation. “Now, go on, my useless student Dino. Let’s continue your education.” (Or: Reborn sends Dino to Australia. It goes better than he could have ever hoped.)

Parings: N/A Characters: Dino (Katekyou Hitman Reborn!), Vic Hunt (OC - Original Character), Reborn (Katekyou Hitman Reborn!), Romario (Katekyou Hitman Reborn!)Cavallone Famiglia, Enzo (Katekyou Hitman Reborn!), Original Characters Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, University, Pre-Canon, Financial Issues, Fluff And Angst

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

CHAPTER 4: AND THEY COME UNSTUCK

The TV - ‘’tele’ as they called it - was playing the morning news on channel 7. Dino had been listening to it since he had rolled out of bed, too sweaty and stressed to get any decent sleep. Fittingly, the news show was called ‘Sunrise’ and Dino had been watching since then, listening to the news and how they spoke about everything.

There is a fire - ‘bushfire’ - in Penrith, firefighters were trying to keep it under control. Up in New Castle, there was a surfing event. Parliament was discussing the pensioner retirement age. Fundraisers were being held at multiple Bunnings for the NSW Regional Firefighting Service after a particularly bad fire season.

“I think I might pop down for a sausage sizzle,” the blond woman chimed in after the segment, “Been a while since I’ve had one’a those.”

“One’a those,” Dino echoed absently as he moved his pen along a line of text.

Calendar reminder: EDST1001 LECTURE 11:30AM

Dino paused his ledgers and looked at his phone as it beeped on the table. He had spent the whole morning pouring over the few documents he had left from the Cavallone offices, trying to quell that anxiety that bubbled in his stomach and made sleep hard. He only had a few documents left, most of them were copies of the original documents back at the Cavallone. Receipts, mostly, and barters for the last bits of furniture and assets the Cavallone could afford to sell off.

Everything, spare what was bolted down or irreplaceable, had been sold already. It had left the halls of his home barren. Gone were the antique paintings, gilded statues and handwoven carpets. And gone was much of the Cavallone’s prestige with it.

A Family selling off their history.

He sighed and rubbed his nape, free of sweat for the first time since he had landed in this ‘sunburnt land’. That air conditioning truly was his saviour.

Calendar reminder: Meet Vic U-Bar Courtyard 3PM

Dino blinked. Then he gave a sharp heave of panic as he remembered that, yes, he had indeed promised to meet up with Vic today.

Okay. Okay, okay, okay, he was just meeting a friend it was going to be okay he didn’t need to panic like this it was just his only peer friend in years and he wasn’t going to screw this up he promised-

Enzo snapped at Dino’s toe and make him jump out of his minor mental breakdown.

“Ow!” Dino yelped and yanked his foot away from the turtle. “I’ll go to the grocer’s today, so stop!”

Enzo wheezed at him accusingly before slowly turning and began the long plod to his newly found sunbathing patch.

Dino frowned at Enzo’s back while cradling his toe until his phone buzzed again, warning him he only had an hour until his lecture. He grappled with his drawers and pulled on his most civilian of clothes, feeling blessedly comfortable in a white shirt and cargo shorts.

One thing Dino loved about university was the lack of uniforms. He didn’t think he’d survive this heat with the blazer, vest and tie he wore in high school. He had barely survived yesterday in that suit-

Dino clapped his hands loudly as if to scare off that memory and the incredulous looks of his classmates. He hadn’t had time to change for his Econ class either, but without a tutorial, he had managed to hide in the back rows of his lecture’s amphitheatre without drawing too much attention.

But he had learnt his lesson: No mafia suits in civilian classes.

Dino rubbed his stomach absently as he made his way back to the living room. He hadn’t been eating well since coming to Australia. Hell, the largest meal he had so far was that KFC with Vic and, as she said, it had enough salt to season the sea. He really needed to go to a grocer.

He hated to admit it, but he was procrastinating going to that ‘Woolies’ Vic had mentioned before. He didn’t feel confident in his English enough to go alone, and Dino had - well, he had never bought something in person before. Everything was done by middlemen, through order or pre-emptively in bulk. He’d never bought a carrot before! Could you buy a single carrot? Or did they only come in 20-kilogram packages? Dino didn’t know what he’d do with 20 kilograms of carrots!

Dino filled up a cup with water and took a long drink to calm his nerves before he thought himself into yet another panic attack on this fine, totally normal morning. He took his pills and proceeded to drink another glass of water to fill his stomach until lunch.

Dino checked the clock on the wall and quickly shoved the last of his schoolwork into his briefcase. He needed a more civilian bag damn it, he stood out too much with this thing since it was from his high school days.

White tee-shirt, cargo shorts, joggers and a briefcase. What a sight Dino must be.

Before Dino walked out the door, his anxiety beckoned him to apply another layer of antiperspirant deodorant. Sweating so much yesterday had kind of traumatised him. He needed to figure out how to clean his suit.

Enzo wheezed when Dino picked him up off the floor but slid into the cargo short’s thigh pocket without fuss. For good measure, Dino tossed a few of his pellets in too before pressing the velcro shut.

The trees of Wally’s Walk did little to block the swelter of midday Summer, and Dino pulled at his collar to air out his shirt. He checked his phone again to find his classroom, Building 27, the Lotus Theatre.

“Fancy,” Dino muttered to himself and moved towards the cul-de-sac end of the Walk.

There was a crowd of students loitering outside building 27, and Dino was quick to join them, standing off to the side to allow the traffic to flow between. He let his eyes scan the crowd, feeling much more at ease with how he blended in. No one was staring this time. Excellent.

Dino pulled his briefcase closer and pulled out his phone, content to just scroll on the news apps for the next fifteen minutes or so. He was halfway through an article about something called the Powerhouse Museum of Science being moved to a Parramatta location when he felt eyes on him.

Carefully, Dino flicked his eyes to the side, using his peripherals to see who was watching him so intently. If they were a hitman, they were doing one hell of a bad job. What kind of assassin allowed their presence to be so obvious- Oh .

He lifted his head and waved, smiling with a sheepish relief. Vic stood at the edge of the crowd, and came over when she was acknowledged.

Reborn must really have done a number on him.

“Oh hello,” Vic hummed as she came to a stop next to him, and Dino didn’t miss the quick once-over she gave him with her eyes. “I see we’re going casual this time.”

“Please don’t talk about yesterday,” Dino withered and Vic let out a laugh.

“Kay, got it,” she assured and shifted her weight again. “So we’ve got the same class again today, huh? EDST101?”

“Yeah, I’m happy we are together again,” Dino smiled, putting his phone away to pay full attention to Vic. “What time is your tutorial? Are we together as well?”

“I’m in the 2 o’clock group.”

“Ah, we are not. I am the 1 o’clock group.”

“Fuck,” Vic sighed forlornly and crossed her arms.

Dino tilted his head when he noticed she was wearing another faded band tee, adorning the same logo and name as the last one with a different design. Maybe it was her favourite band? It was a talking point!

“What, uh, song, is that?” Dino asked, pointing to Vic’s shirt.

“Song? Oh,” Vic looked down at her shirt and opened her arms to show the logo splashed across her chest, Smoking Cucumbers. “It’s my cousin’s heavy metal anarchist band. Don’t really know how the anarchist plays into it, but he insists it does. Gives me a shirt for New Years nearly every year.”

“That’s nice of him,” Dino uttered, “Are they good?”

Vic made a noise and rocked her head from side to side, looking off into the distance as she visibly thought about it.

“Varying quality,” she decided to say.

“I see,” Dino chuckled, then he shifted his weight and reached for the next topic. “Do you have a large family?”

Family, that was a familiar topic. Dino could talk about Family easy!

“Nah, not really, I’ve only got a brother. But the cousins add up, you know?” She shrugged, “I’ve got like, uh, six cousins from my dad’s side. The youngest is nearly seven months old, I’m going to meet him during semester break.”

Dino smiled as Vic fished around to show a picture from her phone. A child, cute as a button, was cradled in the centre of a mass of pillows, arms and legs askew like it had fallen asleep mid-crawl attempt.

“Ant’s so adorable. He looks like a fucking blobfish,” she cooed and Dino couldn’t help the snort of startled laughter. “What about you? What’s your family like?”

“My Family is large. The house is always busy,” Dino started, recalling all the faces he was so used to waking up to every morning. Oh, he missed those faces. “I have no siblings, but many uncles and brothers.”

Vic blinked at that and Dino smiled sheepishly, wondering if he had misspoken somewhere. She didn’t interrupt, however, so Dino continued. Talking about his Family was cathartic, and made the overbearing sun, innumerable people and unfamiliar terrain, all seem less horrible for a moment.

“Romario looks after me well. I am sure he is the reason I survived so long.” Not that Reborn didn’t try to stop that, with all those bombs and bullets. “My father introduced him to me when I was young, we have been together since.”

He remembered that day, so many years ago. He had clutched the ends of his coat and fought to stand still, surrounded by five of his father’s Guardians as they stood at attendance for the Don’s return. His father arrived with a teen trailing behind him, scuffed up and covered in grass seeds and dust like he had crawled out from the barley fields that surrounded the Cavallone estate.

“Brutus means well, but he is, uh, a bad influence,” Dino chuckled, recalling how Brutus had ridden a mattress down the spiral staircase and broke through the railing. “He has been with us for a few years now. Growing tall. Too tall.”

That last comment was said with its fair share of bitterness. Brutus liked to use Dino as an armrest in casual settings these days. No respect!

Vic smiled as he grumbled at the memory, another one of her snorted laughs bursting forward.

“Are you the youngest, or..?”

Dino frowned more, “Brutus is the youngest. Everyone is upset.”

Vic wheezed a laugh and pocketed her phone before rocking back on her heels and asked, “Anyone else of note?”

“Too many,” Dino hummed softly, “I hope to see them soon.” Then he winced and let out a weak laugh, “Ah, but I am sure they will make me pay back all my missed turns in stable work.”

Vic blinked and then squinted a bit, like she was trying to piece together what he had said. Dino watched her for a moment before it dawned on him: Vic didn’t know about the Cavallone Family’s main stock.

“My family breed horses. I will be missing my turns to help in the horse stables. We rotate.”

Vic’s face twitched, then she snorted out, “So, you’re like an equestrian?”

“Uh, I was part of my high school’s equestrian club, yes?”

The girl sighed through her nose and reached up to massage her forehead as she muttered out, “My God, he’s a horse girl too.”

“Horse girl?” Dino echoed.

“Have you ever watched something called The Saddle Club?”

Dino shook his head and Vic made a dismissing wave of her hand, before turning her head as the crowd began to move, a slow and steady flow of students pouring into the amphitheatre.

“Time to move,” she uttered and the two of them wriggled their way through the mass of sweaty students.

Dino winced as a girl's tote bag poked into his arm, and then nearly fumbled his walk as the first step of an incline surprised him. He wheezed and gave a sheepish smile as someone in the crowd gave him a withering glance.

Vic chose somewhere to sit and Dino trailed after her, eager to get out of the river of slow-moving bodies that shuffled along unsurely. They pulled their chair seats down and spent a good few seconds fighting with their flip-up desks before settling down.

“Wow, yours is a bit fucked,” Vic commented as she looked to the hazardous angle Dino’s laptop was teetering on, no doubt only held there by the non-slip pads.

“It’s…a bit weak. But it will hold,” Dino agreed feebly, trying to realign his desk.

“Nah, nah, mate, not with your luck. Move before that thing snaps.”

Dino fiddled with his desk for a moment longer before making the short shuffle to Vic’s other side. It felt disconcerting, to be stuck in the aisle now. Vic was blocking an easy exit, whether she intended to or not. Dino could feel that anxiety all the way in the bottom of his feet.

Someone behind Dino coughed loudly, before they gathered their stuff and moved a few seats away, still clearing their throat. Dino noticed Vic watch them out of the corner of her eye, a vague grimace on her face.

“But hey,” she uttered suddenly before Dino could ask what the issue was, turning back to idly click around on her laptop to get an empty Word document up for notes. “This way, you’re less likely to get called on for audience participation!”

Dino blinked, then he gave a relieved smile and rested back into his seat.

“Yeah, that’s…That’s a good point.”

“Yeah, but fuck we’ve still gotta talk during the tutorials. We’ve gotta talk at least once per session to get that twenty percent.”

Dino dropped his head back with a groan.

Before either of them could say much more, however, the large screens at the front of the amphitheatre lit up with the introduction slide of a powerpoint and a woman took centre stage. The lecture rolled on with the same amount of ease as the others, just another orientation lesson to get the students used to their first week in university and what would be expected of them in the coming weeks. Dino was starting to get more confident with his English comprehension, since a lot of the classes were repeating similar content and using the same phrases.

They were maybe half an hour in, Dino centring all his focus on breaking down the word ‘pedagogy’ when he heard, in the softest and most bamboozled voice possible: “Dino, is that a fucking turtle in your pocket?”

Dino’s head snapped around and then looked down to see Enzo’s little head peering out from under the flap of his pant pocket, beady eyes peering back at Vic. Dino wheezed and shoved the flap down, trying to cover up Enzo from prying eyes.

“Uuh,” Dino uh-ed.

“Dino, why is there a turtle in your pocket?” Vic asked again.

Dino fumbled for an answer, before he just shrugged and said, “Well, I, I couldn’t leave him at home alone.”

“But to a lecture?”

“Hey, could you two stop? It’s really distracting.” A young man sitting ahead of them grumbled and Vic quickly tossed out an apology.

Enzo let out a wheeze and wriggled his way to freedom again, head poking out into the fresh air of the air-conditioned amphitheatre. Dino rushed to hide Enzo again, but Vic quickly bent at the waist and cooed in delight.

“No wait, lemme see the baby,” she whispered and pushed the flap away to get a good look at the small tortoise that squinted back at her. “Oh, hello little man!”

Dino watched as Vic reached out and gently pet Enzo’s head with her pointer, grinning like some kind of loon as she did. He thinned his lips in a moment of thought, before Dino reached into his other pocket and produced a small handful of pellets.

“Do you,” he began slowly, unsure but hopeful. “Do you want to feed Enzo, Vic?”

Vic looked up at Dino and utterly beamed.

Dino kept that in mind: Vic likes feeding Enzo. Good, good, he had a way to socialise now. Enzo truly was the best wingman.

Dino smiled down at Enzo who was quietly crunching on his pellets. The little turtle squinted up at him.

☁ ☁ ☁

Vic Hunt Class done

Vic Hunt Do you still have Enzo?

Dino Cav Yes

Vic Hunt On my way!!

Dino snorted into his hand and sent a quick laughing emoticon in response. He had already chosen a table for them to sit at for their meeting, a shaded table outside one of the courtyard’s student cafes, off to the side and more isolated than the others. It was most likely for studying, Dino liked the privacy.

Enzo sat snugly in his pocket happily fed after all those snacks from Vic during their lecture. Dino smiled to himself and patted his pocket, feeling that hard shell. The most secure weight.

“Show me the baby,” Vic demanded as she rounded the corner and dropped herself in the chair across from Dino.

Not even a hello? Dino couldn’t blame her though, no one could resist Enzo. Spoilt rotten that little turtle was.

Dino huffed and glanced around, before sliding Enzo out of his pocket and onto the table between them. He stretched his arm out on the exposed side of the table, covering Enzo up just in case.

Immediately, Vic dropped down to Enzo’s height and started cooing, murmuring unintelligible little noises at the turtle. She grinned and giggled as she watched Enzo plod about the table, quietly exploring the area with his usual squint of suspicion.

“Look at his little feets!” Vic nearly gasped and Dino couldn’t help the snort of laughter. “Oh shut it, Dino. All that talk of horses, why didn’t you mention the turtle in your pocket! ”

“I don’t know… Enzo didn’t come to mind?” Dino offered unsurely. He hadn’t meant to not mention Enzo, it was just that Enzo was such a constant for Dino that he honestly didn’t realise that someone wouldn’t know about Enzo at this point.

“How did you even get the allowance to bring him?”

…Allowance? Dino blinked. He didn’t know anything about an allowance.

The silence stretched on until finally, Vic looked up, a smile creeping onto her face.

“Dino, did you smuggle your turtle into the village?” She asked.

Dino thinned his lips before he slowly murmured, “No one told me I couldn’t .” Vic grinned then, something vicious and joyful with so many teeth. “That is to say,” Dino continued, trying to explain himself for breaching university rules. “I need Enzo. I go nowhere without him. I need him.”

Vic let out a soft hum of acknowledgement, before giving a shrug and leant back in her chair.

“Hey, no skin off my back. It’s not like lil’ Enzo here’s gonna damage the room for the next student. Not like some dog or cat.”

Dino relaxed a bit when she said that, a tension in his shoulders seeping out. Dino admitted it, he hadn’t met many civilians in his time. Most of his social circle consisted of Mafia and their middlemen, the people he knew were utterly steeped in the criminal underworld.

Maybe it was his naivete getting the better of him, an opinion from childhood he had never had the chance to rectify -- Dino thought of civilians as a rather pure existence. Morally right, law-abiding citizens of the world to counterbalance the presence of the Mafia.

Dino had broken university policy. A horrified little part of him was sure that Vic would be appalled by his blatant disregard for the established order-

Dino let a long breath out through his nose, slow and steady. It was fine, though. Vic didn’t care. The rules weren’t so cut and dry in the civilian world. Within limitations, of course.

Vic shifted in her seat, and pulled her computer up onto the table just aside of Enzo. She booped him on the nose for good measure, unaware of the stress Dino had gone through.

“Anyway, I did a bit of work last night and I think I know what I’m going to be talking about.” She said, and opened a tab to start scribing ideas. “But I kinda wanna talk about your activity. The resources one.”

Dino tried his best to join the discussion as the two began to finally dig into their assessment. Vic scrolled through her document and showed Dino what she had scraped together the night before, which was honestly an obscene amount.

“Uniforms?” Dino asked, seeing how the word was bolded as a heading.

“Yeah, in Australia uniforms are mandatory for Primary and High schools,” Vic explained, “It’s to more of less, stop students from seeing the difference in status. Like if one kid came in fucking Gucci, and another comes in second-hand Kmart. Uniforms stop that shit.”

Dino hummed and thought back to his school, they had worn uniforms too. And they were right, you couldn’t really tell who was from a better Family -- if you were using clothes as a tell. Posture, presence and poise. Those all could tell just how large a gap there was between Families. And the Dons who led them.

Vic continued to scroll to her next point, and Dino scooped Enzo into his hands, thumbing at the edge of his shell to try and soothe himself.

“I’ve also got ‘homework assistance’ and tutoring.”

Dino’s eyes snapped up from Enzo at the word. ‘Tutor’. God, that sent chills to his very core.

“People with money can afford to send their kids to better schools, and can afford to support their kids with, ya know, tutoring. Basically, the better off the parents, the better off the kids.”

Dino thinned his lips. It was true, Dino had no doubt that the smaller Families wouldn’t have been even able to dream of having the Reborn as a live-in tutor. He didn’t even want to think about how much of the Cavallone funds must have gone into the little devil-man’s pockets just so he could torture Dino day in and day out for the past year.

“We got this yesterday,” Dino muttered quietly, almost unwittingly.

Dino could see why Vic wanted to be a teacher, she obviously felt strongly about the imbalances in the education system. Direct action, it seemed very up her alley.

Vic blinked, and then she shrank back in her chair a bit. She gave a huffed little smile and shrugged, sheepishly and kind of drowsy.

“But yeah, that’s just my idea for my part,” she said idly, “And I think it’ll segway nicely into your activity. So, uh, how’re you going with your intro?”

Dino winced, “I have not, ah, started it yet.” Gosh, Vic had already produced all of this and Dino hadn’t even looked over the assessment properly yet. Dino traced the pattern in Enzo’s shell. “English, is, uh, not my strong skill.”

Vic made a short noise of understanding on the back of her throat, before she gave her own work a look-ver as if to see it in a new light.

“I will have to begin in Italian, and move to English,” Dino said slowly, and Vic waved her hand at him.

“Hey, whatever floats your boat and gets the job done. Do what makes you comfy,” she shifted on her seat and tugged on the end of her shorts before uttering off-handedly, “And, ya know, if you need help, I can lend a hand with those dickish words like ‘pedagogy’ and shit.”

Vic pointedly looked away from Dino as she said this, eyes fixed on her document that she scrolled through to give her hands something to do.

Dino blinked, then quickly said, “I don’t want to be a bother!”

“Nah, no, it’s ‘right,” Vic insisted lazily, and took a drink from her thermos.

Dino could hear ice rattling around inside. God, that was a good idea.

Vic and Dino leant across the table to look at Vic’s computer screen, organising a file for the project. Vic pulled up a powerpoint and wrote ‘SOCIAL CLASS IN EDUCATION by Dino, Jessica and Vic’.

“Great, that’s enough work. I think we’re due a break,” Vic said and closed her computer.

Dino decided not to point out the fact that they had only been ‘working’ for a total of maybe 10 minutes, and that the most progress had been naming and sharing the group slideshow.

“Okay,” Vic said suddenly, breaking Dino out of his thoughts as she stood up. “I’mma go get some lunch. You coming?”

Dino grabbed Enzo up off the table and stuffed him into his pocket. Vic stared with wide eyes before she glanced between the pocket and Dino’s face and asked, “Is he, uh, always in there?”

“Usually, I keep Enzo in a breast pocket,” he answered, before patting his chest and added, “Over the heart.”

Enzo’s shell was practically indestructible. Nothing short of Reborn’s Chaos Shots could pierce it.

“Aw, that’s fuckin’ sweet,” Vic chortled.

By the time Dino and Vic sat down again, they were balancing their chosen meals in their hands. Dino carefully slid his salad and chips plate onto the table, and watched Vic quickly slurp some of the excess butter chicken gravy from the edge of her plate before doing the same. Vic wasted no time in drumming the tabletop with her hands until Dino ‘produced the goods’.

Enzo immediately stole a whole leaf of lettuce from Dino’s salad.

“ Smettila, Enzo! ” Dino scolded but didn’t try to take the leaf away from the happily munching turtle.

Vic smiled at the little turtle before using the handle end of her fork to tap on the side of the bottle of water Dino had bought. It was wet with perspiration and creating a puddle on the table with every jolting tap; just as shiny as Dino was.

“Drink, mate, you’re sweating buckets,” Vic urged with a frown.

She was right. Dino wiped his chin with his arm and grimaced as sweat just smeared on both sides. Dino was as shiny as a newly minted coin, and the back of his shirt clung to his spine, two shades darker than the rest of it. He made an expression of great sensory discomfort as he sat forward to try and peel it off. Australian heat was very different to the Sicilian summers Dino was used to.

“Yes,” Dino murmured and took a sip from his bottle. By the time he put it back down, more than half was gone.

“You gotta be sun-safe, or I’ll slip-slop-slap a bitch,” Vic warned. Dino stared at Vic for a long moment, before the girl reeled back a bit and asked, “Wait, you know about the slip-slop-slap sun thing yeah? Or is- wait, fuck of course that’s an Aussie thing.”

Dino smiled as the girl rubbed her face in a mixture of frazzle and embarrassment.

“I, uh, will be ‘sun-safe’,” he said, “I do not want to be ‘slip-slop-slapped’.”

Vic blinked, and then she grinned with teeth.

“Okay, but what’s up with the horses?” Vic asked and then spooned a generous helping of rice into her mouth.

Dino paused halfway through another guzzle of water.

“The horses?”

“Yeah, like, you breed ‘em, right? What for though?”

Dino quickly swallowed the water that had dammed up in his mouth. He settled back in his chair and smiled a bit, idly spinning his bottle on the table with his fingers.

“Uh, we- we breed them for… Well, every job. Labour, farm, carriage, show. We used to make war horses.”

Vic made a sharp whistle of surprise and leant her cheek against her hand, elbow on the table. Dino stared at it, her elbow on the table, for a moment, before he pulled his eyes up.

“Warhorses? So, this is like a tradition thing. Family business?”

‘Family business’. Dino withheld a snort, he smiled weakly and said, “Yes, for at least ten generations.”

“ Whew, that’s some old blood,” Vic wheezed.

Dino smiled and remembered the history walks down the legacy hall. Walls adorned with past Dons, and those faded faces of the nameless patriarchs who tilled the fields and corralled wild horses long before the time of the Cavallone Famiglia Mafia.

“We are proud of our horses,” Dino said, an undeniable truth. But it was an undeniable truth also that- “Horses, however, are not very- very, useful. Today.”

Vic winced, “Ah, yeah. With cars and all.” She took a slow bite of her curry and tilted her head. “So with all those horses, surely your family, like, races them? Got any cool ones…” Her voice trailed off as Dino’s face pinched.

Dino ran his thumb along the edge of Enzo’s shell, the little turtle squinted up at him.

“We are banned. No Cavallone horse may race in Italy.”

Vic thinned her lips and scraped her wooden, disposable spoon along her plate, drawing a random shape with the orange, butter chicken gravy.

“Can I… Can I ask why? Or would you rather just, ya know,” she made a waving motion with her hands. “Not talk about that.”

Dino let out a frail burst of a laugh that was equal parts bitter and vindictive.

“We kept winning.”

Vic paused, and looked at Dino. Looked at the way Dino’s smile had gritted teeth in the corners.

Vic gave a bark of laughter.

“So instead of beating you fairly, they booted you?” She asked and leaned forward.

Dino took in a sharp breath. Despite her tone, her smile wasn’t playful. It had an edge to it. Annoyed. Frustrated. Angry. Vic was angry. For some reason.

But, Dino quickly scanned her over, not at him. Always good, always good!

“Cavallone horses are hard to beat. Very,” Dino explained and Vic scoffed hard enough that Dino thought she hurt her throat.

“Look, unless you’re doping your horses, I don’t see why you should be kicked.”

Dino shrugged, “Our horses are special.”

“I’m not fucking surprised! You’ve been working on them for over ten fucking generations!”

Vic pinched the bridge of her nose, before Dino watched as Vic clenched her teeth, her biceps, her forearms, her fists, then all the way back up again. Then, like she was suddenly exhausted, Vic slumped back into her chair, shoulders sagging under her loose shirt. She let out a long, slow sigh through her nose. She smiled and started cooing at Enzo.

Dino stared, baffled. What the hell had happened there? Had she gotten so upset that she had to actively calm herself down?

Dino shifted in his seat. He looked down at his salad -- slowly being stolen one leaf at a time by Enzo -- and bit down on the need to smile.

Vic was upset for him. He didn’t expect that to feel so… Nice. Validating.

“So you can’t race in Italy,” Vic hummed, tone low and almost dragging itself out of her mouth. “Why not race in a -- fuck I don’t know horses,” she tilted her head back and waved her spoon around, “Melbourne Cup is a horse race. Why not race here? Or does the ban keep you?”

Dino reached for his fork and ate a mouthful. He realised what he was doing only halfway through: buying time.

Did the ban keep the Cavallone from racing outside of Italy? He didn’t know.

The ban had been his grandfather’s greatest shame. The Eighth Don of the Cavallone hadn’t been able to fight off those little Dons who had climbed on top of each other to seem taller and tip the scales. The beginning of the end for the Cavallone, really.

After that, the Eighth had fallen to illness and Dino’s father had taken the reigns as the sole heir. Everyone knew how that ended.

Dino nudged an olive and watched it roll across his plate. Enzo stole another leaf with a satisfied ‘crunch’ .

Dino had never seen a Cavallone race on a track before.

Could he? Did he dare? Enter his Cavallone horses into civilian races? How close could he get to the civilians when the Mafia were so careful to keep that strict divide?

Hell, even their resorts were Mafia and Mafia-adjacent exclusive! It took a whole boat or plane to get to the separate island .

Dino swallowed the leaf, long gone mushy in his mouth.

But if it worked? If he dared to start racing their Cavallone-style bred horses -- if it worked?

Break the tradition, break the rules, break the bonds of debt that tie down the Cavallone.

“Good idea?” Vic asked, a lazy smile on her face. “You look excited. Practically chomping at the bit.”

Dino looked up, he hadn’t realised he was grinning.

‘Never race a Cavallone.’ Time to bring that old saying back.

#fanfiction #khr #leftnotright #dino cavallone #ao3 #alternate universe #canon divergence #oc #katekyo hitman reborn

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torturedalbatross · 1 year

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surprise songs

usa 🇺🇸

1. mirrorball & Tim McGraw

2. this is me trying & State of Grace

3. Our Song & Snow On The Beach

4. cowboy like me & White Horse

5. Sad Beautiful Tragic & Ours

6. Death By A Thousand Cuts & Clean

7. Jump Then Fall & The Lucky One

8. Speak Now & Treacherous

9. The Great War & You’re On Your Own, Kid

10. mad woman & Mean

11. Wonderland & You’re Not Sorry

12. A Place In This World & Today Was A Fairytale

13. Begin Again & Cold As You

14. The Other Side Of The Door & coney island

15. High Infidelity & Gorgeous

16. I Bet You Think About Me & How You Get The Girl

17. Sparks Fly & Teardrops On My Guitar

18. Out Of The Woods & Fifteen

19. Would’ve, Could’ve, Should’ve & Mine

20. gold rush & Come Back…Be Here

21. Forever & Always & This Love

22. Hey Stephen & The Best Day

23. Should’ve Said No & Better Man

24. Question…? & Invisible

25. I Think He Knows & Red

26. Getaway Car & Maroon

27. Holy Ground & False God

28. Welcome To New York & Clean

29. I Wish You Would & the lakes

30. You All Over Me & I Don’t Wanna Live Forever

31. Hits Different & The Moment I Knew

32. Haunted & I Almost Do

33. All You Had To Do Was Stay & Breathe

34. Mr. Perfectly Fine & The Last Time

35. seven & The Story Of Us

36. Paper Rings & If This Was A Movie

37. Dear John & Daylight

38. I’m Only Me When I’m With You & evermore

39. ivy & Call It What You Want

40. Never Grow Up & When Emma Falls in Love

41. Last Kiss & dorothea

42. Picture To Burn & Timeless

43. Starlight & Back To December

44. This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things & Everything Has Changed

45. Tied Together With A Smile & Message In A Bottle

46. Right Where You Left Me & Castles Crumbling

47. Stay Stay Stay & All Of The Girls You Loved Before

48. I Can See You & Maroon

49. Our Song & You Are In Love

50. Death By A Thousand Cuts & You’re On Your Own, Kid

51. Dress & exile

52. I Know Places & King Of My Heart

53. New Romantics & New Year’s Day

mexico 🇲🇽

54. I Forgot That You Existed & Sweet Nothing

55. Tell Me Why & Snow On The Beach

56. Cornelia Street & You’re On Your Own, Kid

57. Afterglow & Maroon

argentina 🇦🇷

58. The Very First Night & Labyrinth

59. Is It Over Now?/ Out Of The Woods & End Game

60. Better Than Revenge & “Slut!”

brasil 🇧🇷

61. Stay Beautiful & Suburban Legends

62. Dancing With Our Hands Tied & Bigger Than The Whole Sky

63. ME! & So It Goes…

64. Now That We Don’t Talk & Innocent

65. Safe & Sound & Untouchable

66. Say Don’t Go & it’s time to go

japan 🇯🇵

67. Dear Reader & Holy Ground

68. Eyes Open & Electric Touch

69. Superman & The Outside

70. Come In With The Rain & You’re On Your Own, Kid

australia 🇦🇺

71. Red & You’re Losing Me

72. Getaway Car/ august/ The Other Side of the Door & this is me trying

73. Come Back… Be Here/ Daylight & Teardrops On My Guitar

74. How You Get The Girl & White Horse/ coney island

75. Should’ve Said No/ You’re Not Sorry & New Year’s Day/ peace

76. Is It Over Now?/ I Wish You Would & Haunted/ exile

77. Would’ve, Could’ve, Should’ve/ ivy & Forever & Always/ Maroon

singapore 🇸🇬

78. Mine/ Starlight & I Don’t Wanna Live Forever/ Dress

79. long story short/ The Story Of Us & Clean/ evermore

80. Foolish One/ Tell Me Why & This Love/ Call It What You Want

81. Death By A Thousand Cuts/ Babe & Fifteen/ You’re On Your Own, Kid

82. Sparks Fly/ gold rush & False God/ “Slut!”

83. Tim McGraw/ cowboy like me & mirrorball/ epiphany

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seanfalco · 2 years

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Trick ‘r’ Treat

an oc x oc collaboration between @seanfalco & @super-unpredictable98

Word Count: 4.1k Tags/Warnings: suggestive themes, alcohol, underage drinking, confronting bullies a/n: For @sheehalloween for Day Two: Trick or Treat

[ masterlist ]

"I don't care about the Wizard of Oz! I'll wear blue like Glinda in Wicked!" Lydia exclaimed, crossing the flat in her enormous blue gown and long blonde wig with perfect curls, waving her sparkly wand around.

"But in th’movie she wears pink!" Nate followed, already in his Tin Man attire. "With th'big crown."

"That movie is anti-Elphaba propaganda!"

"Lyds, y'look so beautiful," Win cried, jumping up from the couch to fawn over her wife as she joined them.

"Do we really hafta wear these?" Nats asked, pulling the straw hat from his head. “It’s itchy!”

"Do you have to wear a costume on Halloween? Oh, I don't know, did we get married in flip-flops?” Lydia countered, sarcasm dripping from her words. “I wanted to dress you up as the scarecrow before he became the scarecrow, but someone keeps preaching about the stupid movie."

"Hey! I'm just sayin', if it's meant t’be recognizable..." Nate grumbled.

"Ugh, you're getting on my nerves," Lydia huffed, stopping to admire Win, dressed as Elphaba, complete with green skin. "You’re so beautiful, baby! Absolutely gorgeous!"

"Thank you, Lollipop," Win laughed, taking Lydia's hand and spinning with her. "Now stop bickering you guys," she added. "I think everyone looks good. Let's go pick up Blossom and her little boyfriend."

"I promise I won't say another word until y'have some candy t'calm you down," Nate teased, turning Lyddie so he could kiss her cheek.

"Silly…" She finally smiled. "Let's go, you all look great, you too, Nats."

"Thanks," Nats mumbled, letting Win pull him to his feet and stick his hat back on his head.

Outside their flat, it seemed trick or treaters were already on the prowl, scouring the streets with purpose, hunting for their sweet rewards.

"What's goin' on over at th'Community Centre?" Win wondered, noticing the crowd of people lingering outside the courtyard. "Are they havin' a Halloween party or somethin'?"

"Probably, they always do something to keep people from causing too much mischeif... I miss hanging out there every day with the gang," Lydia murmured, looking wistfully back at their rooftop.

"We spent last Halloween in New York and y’still miss the Centre? You're too adorable," Nate laughed. "Maybe we can drop by after Blossom is done with the trick or treating."

"Yeah, sounds like fun," Win agreed, hooking her arms with Lydia's and Nate's as they walked.

It wasn't long before they arrived at the Bellamy residence, and it seemed like their neighborhood was busier than most others.

"Jay-sus, there are fuckin' ragamuffin's everywhere y'look," Nats exclaimed, having to quickly step out of the way of two kids that raced past, almost running right into him.

"It's because people over here are loaded, they give out the best stuff," Lydia explained, waving at a group of little girls admiring her dress before ringing the buzzer.

“Yeah, full bars,” Win added. That had been one of the things she’d actually liked about living in the neighborhood during her teenage years.

"Trick or treat!" Nate called when Blossom opened the door, already in her Dorothy costume. "I'll take this Lollipop, we're done for the night. Send your boyfriend back to Australia!" he called, hoisting her over his shoulder as she laughed.

"You look so cute! Did Cormac come too?" Lydia asked, taking a look at her younger clone.

"No, he's on some school trip to a castle or something." She grabbed her basket and pulled Brett, dressed as the cowardly lion, outside as soon as Nate let her down. "We're leaving, dad! I love you!"

"Love you too, honey, be careful! Have fun!" Charles called back.

“Now I guess th’group’s complete,” Win said, looking around at all of them.

“Yeah, now which way d’yeh wanna head first?” Nats asked, looking down both sides of the street to see which way seemed to have more porch lights on.

"Hmmm the backstreet has that old lady who always has Twix and Mars Bars," Blossom pointed out, "so maybe there?"

"Lead the way, baby." Brett took her hand, earning an eye roll from Nate.

"I think I liked the specky git better, he was more respectful," he muttered.

“No kiddin’, wasn’t as handsy either,” Nats agreed, scowling as they followed the two teens down the sidewalk.

"Stop being so jealous, don't you remember what you used to do with girls when you were fifteen?" Lydia snorted.

"Yeah! That's exactly why I don't like this fella," Nate cried in a hushed voice, pointing at them— Brett already had his arm around Blossom's waist, leaning to whisper in her ear.

“Yeah, and we ain’t jealous! We’re just lookin’ out for her, guarding her purity and all that,” Nats exclaimed.

"You don't need to guard her purity, she has a wall covered in manga and a collection of musical theatre songbooks that do the job for you," Lydia laughed, slipping her hand to Nats' ass, giving him a squeeze.

Nats’ eyebrows rose and an impish grin spread across his face. “I guess yeh have a point,” he agreed, turning his face to press a kiss to Lydia’s jaw.

“Would it help I let y’get a little handsy yourself?” Win purred, slipping closer to Nate’s side and pulling his arm around her waist.

"Definitely," Nate gave her a squeeze, unabashedly looking down her cleavage. "This glamour y'have on... are you green all over or just the exposed bits?"

“Why don’tcha find out later?” Win teased, smirking up at him.

"I told you they'd be distracted," Brett chuckled.

"I still don't think they'll say yes," Blossom murmured.

"Say yes to what exactly, young lady?" Lydia asked, somehow knowing what was marinating in her mind. "The party at the Community Centre is for grown ups, they won't let you in."

"Aw why can't they come?" Win asked, looking between Lydia and Blossom.

"Are y'kiddin' me?" Nats exclaimed, gaping at her. "They'll be rubbin' up all over each other at that party!"

"It'll be kinda hard t'control where they go, they could sneak out and drink and—" Nate lowered his voice,"—y'know, snog and-and who else knows!"

"I was drinking at th’school dance when you two were my dates, and we were sneaking around too! We won't do anything bad!" Blossom whined, looking back at them with puppy dog eyes.

"Right, I'll take good care of her, Nathan," Brett insisted.

"Say that again and I'll make you shit a frozen turkey," Nate threatened, narrowing his eyes.

"What d'you think, Lyds? You know her best," Win murmured. "As long as they promise not t'go off on their own..."

"Fine, mostly because I would've killed for this opportunity when I was her age. Let's get some of that candy and go." Lydia smiled, leaning in to whisper in Win’s ear. "When we get there can you make my dress sluttier?"

"Yeah, course, my slutty Glinda,” Win smirked, squealing excitedly.

“Blossom, two drinks, no drugs, and no funny business. Stay close," Nate said firmly, catching himself being responsible for once.

"How many drinks have you had before we even left?" Nats exclaimed, eyeing Win.

"None!" she cried, feigning offense. "I can't be excited without bein' drunk?"

"I was with her the whole time!" Lydia added, vouching for her while wrapping her arms around her wife. "Me, on the other hand... one, I only had one beer."

"That's like any of us havin' three," Nate scoffed, watching as Blossom and Brett ran to ring the buzzer and get their candy. "Just be careful, remember last Halloween?"

"Barely," Win winced. "I'll be good, I promise," she whined, pouting at Nate.

"Good girl." He held her chin up and smirked, blowing her a kiss. "I believe yeh."

"But not too good though, right?" Nats asked, smirking at the girls.

"Hush, don't let th'kids hear," Win laughed. "We gotta set a good example for 'em."

"I don't know what you're saying, I'm the best girl. I'm so good I don't even know how I do it," Lydia laughed.

"Oh yeah, you’re an angel, Lollipop," Nate teased, winking as he bit his lip discreetly.

"Okay, this block is done!" Blossom exclaimed excitedly, joining them, followed by her boyfriend who was definitely more interested in the party than anything else.

“Shit,” Win swore under her breath as she realized which street they’d just turned down. “Let’s avoid that one,” she said, nodding to the large house nearby.

“Ain’t that your step-mum’s—?” Nats asked, cutting off at her glare.

"Yeah, I don't wanna go there either," Blossom agreed, keeping her head low.

"I can go," Brett offered. "They don't know me."

"No, please, I don't want anyone to see me. Let's just keep moving. A lot of my bullies live around here too, we better skip this area."

“C’mon,” Win urged, placing her hands protectively on Blossom’s shoulders and steering them down a different street, heading back toward the Community Centre.

"You should let me sort it out with those assholes," Brett frowned. "That's what I'm here for, right?"

"I don't want any trouble, especially after what happened at th’dance... they were furious that their prank didn't work," Blossom muttered, taking Lydia's hand, which always made her feel safer.

Win stepped back when Blossom reached for Lydia, her stomach dropping slightly.

“Guess now’s as good a time as any t’hit up that party, huh?” Nats suggested, noticing the look on Win’s face.

"Yeah, sounds good. I just hope none of them will be there," Blossom murmured—she’d only been to the Centre a handful of times, but had never actually gotten to visit the famous rooftop or been to a party like that.

"Don't worry, B, we're all here," Nate assured, kissing the top of her head gently before noticing the look in Win's eyes. "You okay, baby?" he whispered.

“Yeah, m’fine,” she assured him quickly, taking his hand to practically drag him toward the front door. “I just really want a drink.”

There wasn't security or anyone to stop the youngsters from entering the building, the probation office was empty, which was unfortunate as Lydia was looking forward to taunting Shaun like she always did.

"What d’you want? Vodka cranberry, Lyds?" Nate asked, eyeing the bar and she nodded.

"I want whiskey and coke!" Blossom shouted back.

"Fine, but I'll make it flat!"

“Whiskey double,” Win ordered for herself, slipping a tenner to the bartender as he handed her back a plastic cup with her alcohol.

“Just a beer for me,” Nats added, looking around, wondering if he knew anyone else there.

"Me too!" Brett added, trying to make his voice sound deeper than it was.

"Thank you," both Lydias said at the same time as they got their drinks.

"Hey, I love you," Lyddie, the older one, said before stealing a kiss from her wife. "You look so hot right now."

“Thanks, so do you,” she replied, discreetly altering Lyddie’s dress, making it shorter and more form fitting.

"Wanna dance, baby?" Brett asked, taking Blossom's hand, guiding her to the dance floor.

"Sure, we'll be right over there!" she waved at the quad as she followed him.

"Wait until I tell Wayne about this, he'll be so jealous," Brett giggled, pulling her into his arms.

"That doesn't matter, I'm here. Why would you think about him?" Blossom drawled, pulling him closer for a kiss.

"D’you wanna dance?" Nate asked, draping one arm around Win's shoulder.

Win downed her drink and nodded, leaning against Nate as she steered him toward the packed floor. “Yes please!” she cried.

"C'mere, beautiful," he brought her closer, making so she would lean against his chest as they danced. "Y'make my non-existent heart race."

Win couldn’t help but grin up at him, affection squeezing her heart. “We better go get your heart from that damn wizard soon,” she joked, raising up on her toes to steal a kiss.

"Dunno... got a feeling that bastard is a scammer," Nate laughed, forgetting completely to watch Blossom and her Australian wanker fella. "I love you so much, Winnie."

“I love you too, babe,” Win breathed, glad to be in his arms and oblivious to anything else.

“And you, Lollipop?” Nats asked, grinning at her and waggling his eyebrows.

"How can I say no to that face? You're so charming it makes me wanna scream," Lydia wrapped her arms around his neck.

Nats chuckled, lifting her off the floor to spin her in a circle before setting her down, his hands sliding down to her ass. “Y’look breathtakin’ tonight,” he said over the loud music.

"Thank you, you look quite dashing yourself. You might just give me a scarecrow kink," Lydia teased, even though the idea of a straw cock terrified her. He did look sexy, and she couldn't look away from his adam's apple as he swallowed his drink.

Noticing her watching, Nats took another drink and held the liquid in his mouth while he crooked a finger, beckoning her closer. "You know me too well," Lydia sighed, closing the distance between them and letting him flood her mouth with beer. "Tastes so much better that way."

"Yeah, I bet I know yeh better than y'know yourself by now," Nats joked, spinning Lydia in his arms. "Oh shit, where did little Lyds and that wanker go?" he asked, suddenly remembering they were supposed to be keeping an eye on the younger couple.

"I don't know..." Lydia looked around, in that sea of crazy costumes a tiny girl like her could easily get lost. "Let me call her."

"Tried it already, she left her phone at home," Nate cut in, noticing they were gone not long before his twin. "I knew this wasn't a good idea."

"Well sorry for wantin' th'kids to have a little fun," Win grumbled, stepping away from Nate's side. "Does anyone have Brett's number?" she suggested, barely tall enough to see through the crowd herself.

"It's not your fault, it's not what I meant!" Nate frowned—sometimes he forgot how prickly Win could get, her walls instantly going up.

"I don't think so, but we should stick together, they can't be very far. And she's almost fifteen, she's not a child," Lydia exclaimed, trying to keep herself calm.

"C'mon, let's check any of the places they coulda snuck off to," Win suggested, ignoring Nate and patting Lydia's shoulder soothingly. "They'll be alright, they're probably just snogging."

"Oh yeah, just snogging, as if that's not bad enough!" Nats cried, but he followed Win's suggestion and pushed through the crowd toward the storage room.

"That bastard, she's a lightweight!" Nate growled, filled with anger. "And he's older!"

"Six months older," Lydia mocked.

Win rolled her eyes as they checked the locker room next, finding it empty except for some drunk party goers that definitely weren't Blossom or Brett.

"Wait, the music room," Lydia suggested. "It's our favorite place!" However, when they burst into the music room, it too was abandoned.

"It looks like the only place left is the roof," Win muttered, wishing she could still be out dancing.

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"There you have it, the infamous rooftop, best view of that disgusting lake," Blossom exclaimed, closing the door behind them.

"Ah well, the view seems gorgeous to me," Brett smiled, looking at his girlfriend instead.

"You're such an idiot," Blossom laughed, following Brett to one of the armchairs and sitting on his lap. "I kinda like that."

"I know," he smirked before his lips were on hers.

"Don't you think the others are worried?" Blossom murmured in between kisses.

"Eh, they're probably doing the same thing, don't worry about them." Brett placed his hand on her thigh and she nearly jumped, convinced she'd never get used to that.

"Stop, I hear someone coming."

"We're not doing anything wrong..."

When the door to the roof flew open, banging loudly against the wall, it wasn't the quad that stepped out, however, but Delilah and a couple of her friends, drunkenly stumbling out onto the roof. "Oops, looks like this spot's taken," one of the girls slurred while Delilah rolled her eyes and glanced over at the couple on the couch.

"Not for long. Scram!" she exclaimed, until she got a better look at Blossom. "Hey wait, I know you..."

That voice was enough to make Blossom sick to her stomach and she flinched back, recognizing some of those faces. "You think?" She took her glasses from her basket and put them on. "Better now?"

"We're not leaving, we got here first," Brett argued, unimpressed by the group.

"Ugh, it's the younger Bellamy, little sister of that pyromanic creep," one of the girls giggled.

"Do NOT talk about my family, you cunt!" Blossom jumped from her seat, a familiar rage compelling her to react.

“Aw whatcha gunna do? You gunna fight me?” Delilah asked, adopting a pitying look. “As if,” she laughed and her friends laughed with her. “You and your little boyfriend can find somewhere else t’snog.”

"Hey, don't talk to her like that!" Brett also got up.

"I never understood why you seem so bothered by my existence alone, but I guess now I realize you must be so jealous of me!" Blossom taunted, the alcohol taking away any restraint. "I have a sibling and a dad who love me, I'm infinitely more intelligent even at my age than you ever will be! I'm so sorry the highlight of your pathetic life was being punched by Lyddie Young."

“It’s not just you,” Delilah laughed. “As if you were that special,” she scoffed. “It’s anyone and everyone who’s beneath me. And who cares if my stupid stepsister or her pathetic father like me or not, I could care less about them.”

Win heard the end of Delilah’s tirade as she walked up the steps to the roof access. “Thought I smelled something foul,” she muttered, shoving her step sister out of the way.

"Winnie!" Blossom ran into her arms, the knot in her chest finally loosening. "This twat wanted to kick me out. Sorry we ran away, we didn't mean to."

"Look who's here on our rooftop," Lydia sneered. "Why don't you pick a fight with someone your own size? Are you scared to need another trip to the hospital?"

"It's okay, we were just worried about yeh," Win murmured, squeezing her tightly to her, completely ignoring Delilah and her friends.

"I ain't scared of you, slag!" Delilah scoffed, tossing her hair over her shoulder, her gaze taking in the two Nathans. "Aw, isn't that cute, you all dressed up like the dorks you are."

"I know you're not the brightest, but everyone here is dressed up! C'mere, prick," Nate pulled Brett closer. "Did you defend her? At least tell me y'said something!" he hissed and the boy nodded.

"Did the last beating I gave you make you lose your fuckin’ memory?" Lydia held Delilah by the straps of her top. "Don't ever talk to my sister, don't even look at my sister or you won't live to regret it! And any one of you fuckers who wants what she's having, get in line!" she growled before letting go.

Fear flickered in Delilah's eyes for a moment as she backed away from Lydia. Once she was flanked by her friends once more, however, she shook it off and tossed her hair again. "Whatever, you're fuckin' crazy. You and Winrey both," she sneered. "C'mon, let's find somewhere less lame to get high," she said to her friends, flipping Win off as she walked back down the stairs.

"Fuck off!" Lydia shouted before going to check on Blossom. "You okay?"

"Yeah, nothing happened, I was just angry cuz they said Simon’s a creep."

"Well fuck ‘em, he might be a creep, but he's our creep," Nate joked. "Who cares what they think?"

"I'm sorry she showed up, I didn't think she'd be here," Win murmured, stroking Blossom's hair.

"Maybe we should call it a night and take you guys home," Nats suggested, checking the time on his phone.

"That's not fair! I gotta go home because of her?" Blossom pouted. "You promised me two drinks, I only got one!"

"One and y’ran away t'do God knows what with your boyfriend!" Nate scolded.

"No need to freak out, it wasn't even second base, it was like first base and a half..."

"Y-yeah! Even when she stays over, we don't do anything bad, we just kiss and cuddle," Brett blurted out, before noticing his mistake when he saw the look in the boys' eyes.

"What d'you mean when she stays over?!" Nats exclaimed, gaping at Brett.

"You're so dense sometimes," Blossom groaned, giving her boyfriend a shove.

"What? I didn't think it was a big deal! The portal comes into my room so she spends the night sometimes..." Brett murmured.

"Does dad know about this?" Nate asked, folding his arms.

"Yeah, he gave us condoms but we never used them. The most we ever did was touch ourselves at the same time–"

"Jesus! Stop talking!" Blossom screamed, pinching the bridge of her nose.

Win couldn't believe how upset Nate seemed. She thought about telling him she did much worse at that age before deciding against it, not wanting to rile him further.

Nate took a deep breath as he realized there was absolutely nothing he could do to change the situation or stop them. "Well, I guess you're right, brother, we should go home," he nudged his twin's arm before heading to the door.

"Wow, I'm surprised how quickly he let that go," Win muttered, sharing a look with Lydia.

"You really think he let that go? He's furious, you know when he gets so angry he shuts down," Lydia whispered.

Win let out a sigh. “Y’know, after we take the kids back, we don’t have t’go home just yet…” she said, wrapping her arms around Nate’s waist from behind.

"Y'wanna come back here?" Nate asked, still pretty much heartbroken to know his precious little Lollipop was not as innocent as he imagined.

“Whatever you wanna do, babe,” Win murmured, squeezing under his arm to look up at him. “Whatever will cheer you up.”

"You're being more mature than I imagined," Lydia turned to Nats. "Come on, Blossom, we can do a sleepover next Friday. It's getting kinda late and dad will be worried."

"Okaaaay," she whined, following them.

“Me, mature?” Nats laughed, though it was strained. “Yeah, I’m takin’ this news super well.”

The walk back to Lyddie's old home was awkward to say the least. The boys were as quiet as they had ever been, Blossom was giving Brett the cold shoulder and the girls didn't really know what to say to make it better.

"Well, I have work pretty soon, so I better get back," Brett mumbled. "Are you still coming for our date tomorrow?"

"Yeah, I'll be there," the girl nodded with a sigh.

Win waved as Brett left to go take the portal back, looking between the boys and Blossom. “I hope you had a little fun tonight, despite everything…” she murmured, pulling the girl in for a hug.

"Of course I did," Blossom hugged her back before giving Lydia a hug and stopping in front of the boys. "Hey, I'm still me. I'm sorry you had to find all of that out, especially like that, but I also don't like keeping secrets from you."

"Don't let him pressure you t'do stuff you don't wanna do," Nate murmured, pulled her into his arms. "Trust me, make sure he respects yeh."

"I will, don't worry. I'm still too young for that."

Nats joined in on the hug as well and Win felt her heart clench with affection at the sight.

Who knew Nathan Young could be so… fatherly? What happened to ‘goin’ after young impressionable girls while they were drunk’?

"I think my ovaries just exploded," Lydia whispered to her wife.

Blossom gave each of the boys a kiss on the cheek before heading to the door. "I love you guys."

"We love you too," Nate waved.

“So, what now?” Win asked as the boys rejoined them by the curb. “Any last Halloween tricks we wanna play?”

"I need another drink," Nate wrapped his arm around Win's waist. "And t’get you out of this costume."

“That’s more like it,” Win laughed. “I’ve got some treats for you under here, after all,” she purred, winking up at him.

"So much better than a stupid party," Nate leaned over to kiss her cleavage.

"Things might change, but never how much I love you... or how fuckin' hot you are."

"I'm proud of you," Lydia giggled, taking Nats' arm.

“For what?” he asked, throwing Lydia a confused look.

"For not freaking out, for being supportive," Lydia leaned against him. "That's definitely a huge turn on."

Taglist: @salvador-daley @firstpersonnarrator

#sheehalloween 2022 #misfits #misfits fanfic #nathan young x oc #nathan x win #nathan x lyddie #otp: green apple lollipop #timeline anomaly’verse #collaboration

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thevoiceinyourheadx · 1 year

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Passing this ask game on: List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people from your notifications. Learn to know your mutuals and followers. 🧡

You have no idea how irrationally happy I was when I got this in my inbox 😅 I am terrible at interacting with people and am practically a hermit so when I got this my reaction was 'you...thought of me? 😍'

Anyway, before I embarass myself further...😂

#1 absolutely has to be my cat, Charlie, a rescue baby who we once thought would never talk but now likes to loudly interrupt my calls and recently managed to schedule me a meeting by jumping on my keyboard

#2 is snow. Yes I know I'm crazy, but I grew up in Australia and didn't see snow for 15 years straight so I'm making up for it now 😂

#3 museums. I LOVE me a museum. I used to live across the road from one and I was there every weekend, no joke. Doesn't matter if there's nothing new, it's a MUSEUM!

#4 Van Gogh's 'wheatfield with cypresses'. I can stare at that painting for hours. It reminds me of somewhere I visited once, and just looking at the painting I can practically smell that hillside

#5 CASTLES! I am absolutely crazy about castles. If I'm driving somewhere and there's a sign saying 'castle - complete opposite direction' you bet I'm dropping EVERYTHING to find it. My mum is 100% convinced I moved to Europe solely for the castles (and she's not entirely wrong...)

Well, there's your look into my strange mind! And now I'm gonna go stare at pictures of castles because they're stuck on my mind 😅

#ask game #midge rambles

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laresearchette · 1 year

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WHAT IS NOT PREMIERING IN CANADA TONIGHT ANIMAL CONTROL (FOX Feed) WHO KILLED OUR FATHER? (TBD - Lifetime Canada)

NEW TO AMAZON PRIME CANADA/CBC GEM/CRAVE TV/DISNEY + STAR/NETFLIX CANADA:

AMAZON PRIME CANADA THE SHIELD (Seasons 1-7)

CRAVE TV DRAG RACE BELGIQUE (Season 1, Episode 1) STAR TREK: PICARD (Season 3)

NETFLIX CANADA AGGRETSUKO THE UPSHAWS (Part 3)

NHL HOCKEY (TSN2) 7:00pm: Habs vs. Hurricanes (TSN3) 7:00pm: Jets vs. Blue Jackets (SN) 8:00pm: Bruins vs. Predators (SNWest) 9:00pm: Red Wings vs. Flames (SN1) 10:00pm: Sharks vs. Knights

NBA BASKETBALL (TSN4) 7:30pm: Bucks vs. Bulls (TSN3/TSN4) 10:00pm: Clippers vs. Suns

CANADA'S ULTIMATE CHALLENGE (CBC) 8:00pm: (SERIES PREMIERE): Players travel to Whistler Olympic Park for the inaugural team challenge, the Ski Jump Relay Race. Next, they head to Squamish where coaches select solo Players to compete in the High Ropes challenge.

TRIGGER POINT (CBC) 9:00pm (SERIES PREMIERE): Bomb Disposal Officers Lana Washington and Joel Nutkins receive a call to an emergency police operation investigating a potential bomb factory.

THE UNDECLARED WAR (Showcase) 9:00pm: Crowds take to the streets to protest the general election result; a data leak threatens the UK's relationship with its allies; Saara is devastated to learn the identity of a mole inside GCHQ.

THE GREAT POTTERY THROW DOWN (Makeful) 9:00pm: The 11 remaining potters hand-build a pendulum wall clock and face a surprise blindfold challenge. Who will be crowned potter of the week and who will leave the competition?

IRON RESURRECTION (Velocity Discovery) 9:00pm (SEASON PREMIERE): A '57 Chevy looks great, but the guys discover that looks can be deceiving.

LEGO MASTERS AUSTRALIA (Discovery Canada) 10:00pm: All eight teams are playing for immunity from the elimination build; they are asked to create a beautiful castle that will spectacularly explode as a bowling ball is hurled at it.

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#cdntv #cancon #canadian tv #canadian tv listings #canada's ultimate challenge #trigger point #the undeclared war #the great pottery throw down #lego masters australia #canadian reflections #nhl hockey #nba basketball

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austin-jumping-castles · 14 days

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#bouncy castle hire sydney #jumping castles #jumping castle #adult jumping castle hire #jumping castle australia

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brookston · 21 days

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Holidays 4.6

Holidays

Act of Self Determination Day (Cocos Islands)

Animated Cartoon Day

Army Day (US)

Athletic Trainers and Physical Training and Sports Professionals Day (Kyrgyzstan)

Bohring-Optiz Syndrome Awareness Day

California Poppy Day

Castle Day (Japan)

Chakri Memorial Day (Thailand)

Circe Asteroid Day

Conor McGregor Day (UK)

Declaration of Arbroath Day (Scotland)

Drowsy Driver Awareness Day (California)

Feigenbaum Constant Day

406 Day

International Asexuality Day

International Day of Sport for Development and Peace (UN)

International Recruiters Day

International Search & Rescue Beacon/406 Day

International Whistler’s Day

Jump Over Things Day

King Rama I Memorial and Chakri Day (Thailand)

Knock Your Socks Off Day

Larch Day (French Republic)

Modern Olympics Day

Näfelser Fahrt (Battle of Näfels; Switzerland)

National Charlie Brown’s Insecurities Day

National Employee Benefits Day

National Fisherman Day (Indonesia)

National Gang Day

National Health Day (Kiribati)

National Jay Day

National Library Day

National Pajama Day

National Parker Day

National Robert Day

National Siamese Cat Day

National Student-Athlete Day

National Taylor Day

National Wildlife Week begins [until 4.10]

North Pole Day

Ntaryamira Day (Burgundi)

Patriot’s Victory Day (Ethiopia)

Phocaea Asteroid Day

Plan Your Epitaph Day

Post-It Notes Day

Richard the Lionheart Day

Roberto Clemente Day

Self Determination Day (Australia)

Semana Santa (Argentina)

Sorry Charlie Day (in honor of those who have been rejected and lived through it)

Stigtingsdag (a.k.a. Founders Day or Van Riebeeck’s Day; South Africa)

Tartan Day (Canada, US)

Teflon Day

Think About Spring Cleaning Day

Van Riebeeck Day (Capetown, South Africa)

Waltzing Mathilda Day (Australia)

World Day of Physical Activity

World Table Tennis Day

Yazidi New Year (Iraq)

Food & Drink Celebrations

Brew Year's Eve

Fresh Tomato Day

National Acai Bowl Day

National Caramel Popcorn Day

National Carbonara Day (Italy)

National Consider Drinking More Helles Day

National Food Faces Day

National Twinkie Day

National Viognier Day

New Beer's Eve

St. Sixtus' Day

Twinkie Day

1st Saturday in April

Belgian Beer Day ( website ) [1st Saturday]

Every Day is Tag Day [1st Saturday]

International Firewalk Day [1st Saturday]

International Pillow Fight Day [1st Saturday]

International Table Top Day [1st Saturday]

National DIY Day [1st Saturday]

National Birding Day [1st Saturday]

National Handmade Day [1st Saturday]

National Love Our Children Day [1st Saturday]

National Play Outside Day [1st Saturday of Every Month]

Satyr's Day (Silenus, Greek God of Beer Buddies and Drinking Companions) [1st Saturday of Each Month]

Tangible Karma Day [1st Saturday]

Weekly Holidays beginning April 6 (1st Week)

Just Pray No! Worldwide Weekend of Prayer and Fasting [thru 4.7]

National Robotics Week [thru 4.14]

National Window Safety Week [1st Full Week]

Oral, Head and Neck Cancer Week [1st Full Week]

Week of the Young Child [thru 4.14]

Independence & Related Days

Capetown, South Africa (Founded; 1652) [Orania]

Koya (Declared; 2014) [unrecognized]

Republic of Venstral (Declared; 2018) [unrecognized]

Self-Determination Day (Cocos Islands)

Vancouver (Founded by Canadian Pacific Railway Company; 1886)

New Year’s Days

British Income Tax Year (UK)

Festivals Beginning April 6, 2024

Armageddon Expo (Wellington, New Zealand) [thru 4.7]

The Bloody Mary Festival (Austin, Texas)

Daffodil Festival and Parade (Puyallup, Washington)

Dessert Wars (Raleigh, North Carolina)

Elmira Maple Syrup Festival (Elmira, Ontario, Canada)

FACTS (Ghent, Belgium) [thru 4.7]

Farmers’ Table Wine Trail (Hermann, Missouri)

Iowa Eats: Food & Drink festival (Waterloo, Iowa)

Lodi Wine Festoval (Lodi, California)

Maryland Chicken Wing Festoval (Annapolis, Maryland)

Renaissance Pleasure Faire of Southern California (Irwindale, California) [thru 5.19]

Scarborough Renaissance Festival (Waxahachie, Texas) [thru 12.22]

Southwest Chocolate & Coffee Fest (Albuquerque, New Mexico) [thru 4.7]

Supernova Pop Culture Expo (Melbourne, Australia) [thru 4.7]

Tequila & Taco Festival (San Diego, California) [thru 4.7]

Texas VegFest (Auston, texas)

Wales Comic Con (Wrexham, Wales) [thru 4.7]

WhiskyFest (Tampa, Florida)

World Catfish Festival (Belzoni, Mississippi)

Feast Days

Aequinoctium Vernum VIII (Pagan)

Albrecht Dürer and Lucas Cranach (Lutheran Church)

Baily (Muppetism)

Beware of Lizardmen Day (Pastafarian)

Birth of Jesus (Mormons)

Brychan (Christian; Saint)

Celestine I, Pope (Catholic Church)

Children’s Springtime Festival (France; Everyday Wicca)

Church of Latter Day Saints Day

Colsus, Archbishop of Armagh (Christian; Saint)

Crane Bag Day (Celtic Book of Days)

Ether Sunday (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Eutychius of Constantinople (Eastern Orthodox Church)

Feast of the 120 Martyrs of Persia (Christian; Martyrs)

Fête des Petits Bateaux (Fête of the Little Boats; France)

Gudi Padwa (Birthday of Mother Earth; Maharashtra and Andhra Pradesh people)

Gustave Moreau (Artology)

Impersonate a Frog Day (Pastafarian)

Jake Day (Discordian)

John William Waterhouse (Artology)

Kimbanguiste Church Founding Day (Democratic Republic of the Congo)

Marcellinus of Carthage (Christian; Saint)

Pappus (Positivist; Saint)

Passover (a.k.a. Pesach; Judaism) [Nisan 16]

Prudentius, Bishop of Troyes (Christian; Saint)

Raphael (Artology)

Sixtus I, Pope (Christian; Saint)

Sorting-Out of the Doggets Day (Shamanism)

William the Confessor, Abbot of Eskille (Christian; Saint)

Islamic Moveable Calendar Holidays

Lialat-Ul-Qadr (Gambia)

Lailatou-Kadr (Niger)

Lailatoul Qadr (Guinea)

Laylat al-Qadr (لیلة القدر) [a.k.a. …

Night of Decree

Night of Destiny

Night of Determination

Night of Power

Precious Night

Ramazan Bayramy (Turkey)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Fortunate Day (Pagan) [13 of 53]

Lucky Day (Philippines) [20 of 71]

Nēmontēmi, Day 2 (of 5) [Aztec unlucky or fasting days, taking place between 4.5-4.18]

Perilous Day (13th Century England) [14 of 32]

Taian (大安 Japan) [Lucky all day.]

Premieres

Along Flirtation Walk (WB MM Cartoon; 1935)

Attack on Titan (Anime TV Series; 2013)

Barney & Friends (Children’s TV Series; 1992)

Beef (TV Series; 2023)

Blockers (Film; 2018)

The Boys from Brazil, by Ira Levin (Novel; 1976)

Buddy of the Legion (WB LT Cartoon; 1935)

The Bum Bandit (Betty Boop Cartoon; 1931)

The Castaway (Disney Cartoon; 1931)

Cry-Baby (Film; 1990)

The Dancing Fool (Betty Boop Cartoon; 1932)

Death Proof (Film; 2007)

Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Anime TV Series; 2019)

Diva, by Annie Lennox (Album; 1992)

The Double Helix, by James D. Watson (Science Book; 1968)

The Dragons of Eden, by Carl Sagan (Science Essays; 1977)

The Flintstones: Little Big League (Hanna-Barbera Animated TV Special; 1978)

The Gods Must Be Crazy (Film; 1984)

Grifters, by Jim Thompson (Novel; 1963)

Grindhouse (Film; 2007)

Haikyu! (Anime TV Series; 2014)

Harbor Lights, by Bruce Hornsby (Album; 1993)

Humorous Phases of Funny Phases (Animated TV Show;1906) [1st Animated Cartoon]

I Love You to Death (Film; 1990)

Indian Pudding (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1930)

In Harm’s Way (Film; 1965)

Joe’s Lunch Wagon (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1934)

Just Visiting (Film; 2001)

Kodak Flexible Rolled Film (Photography Film; 1889)

The Lost Weekend, by Charles R. Jackson (Novel; 1944)

Mamma Mia! (UK Musical Play; 1999)

The Millionaire Hare (WB LT Cartoon; 1963)

Moscow on the Hudson (Film; 1984)

Nine Stories, by J.D. Salinger (Short Stories; 1953)

Outbreak, by Robin Cook (Novel; 1987)

Planet Terror (Film; 2007)

A Quiet Place (Film; 2018)

Robot Chicken DC Comics Special 2: Villains in Paradise (WB Animated TV Special; 2014)

Silicon Valley (TV Series; 2014)

Tannhäuser, by Richard Wagner (Opera; 1870)

Teachers Are People (Disney Cartoon; 1952)

The Thorn Birds, by Colleen McCullough (Novel; 1977)

Trust the Saint, by Leslie Charteris (Short Stories 1962) [Saint #36]

Undertow, by Tool (Album; 1993)

Vitamin Pink (Pink Panther Cartoon; 1966)

Where the Boys Are (Film; 1984)

Wild Bill Hiccup (Woody Woodpecker Cartoon; 1970)

Workaholics (TV Series; 2011)

Today’s Name Days

Notker, Wilhelm (Austria)

Irenej, Petar, Prudencije (Croatia)

Vendula (Czech Republic)

Sixtus (Denmark)

Ville, Villem, Villi, Villo, Villu (Estonia)

Jami, Vilhelm, Vilho, Vili, Viljami, Ville (Finland)

Marcellin (France)

Sixtus, William (Germany)

Efthios, Evtychios (Greece)

Bíborka, Vilmos (Hungary)

Celestina, Diogene, Filarete, Guglielmo (Italy)

Filips, Vilips, Zinta (Latvia)

Celestinas, Daugirutis, Genardas, Žintautė (Lithuania)

Aasmund, Asmund, Åsmund (Norway)

Ada, Adam, Adamina, Celestyn, Celestyna, Diogenes, Ireneusz, Katarzyna, Świętobor, Sykstus, Wilhelm, Zachariasz (Poland)

Eutihie (Romania)

Irena (Slovakia)

Celestino, Gala, Guillermo, Prudencio (Spain)

Vilhelm, William (Sweden)

Celesta, Celeste, Celestina, Celestine, Tyra (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 97 of 2024; 269 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 6 of week 14 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Fearn (Alder) [Day 21 of 28]

Chinese: Month 2 (Ding-Mao), Day 28 (Geng-Zi)

Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025)

Hebrew: 27 Adair II 5784

Islamic: 27 Ramadan 1445

J Cal: 7 Cyan; Sevenday [6 of 30]

Julian: 24 March 2024

Moon: 7%: Waning Crescent

Positivist: 13 Archimedes (4th Month) [Diophantus]

Runic Half Month: Ehwaz (Horse) [Day 12 of 15]

Season: Spring (Day 19 of 92)

Week: 2nd Week of April

Zodiac: Aries (Day 17 of 31)

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Holidays

Act of Self Determination Day (Cocos Islands)

Animated Cartoon Day

Army Day (US)

Athletic Trainers and Physical Training and Sports Professionals Day (Kyrgyzstan)

Bohring-Optiz Syndrome Awareness Day

California Poppy Day

Castle Day (Japan)

Chakri Memorial Day (Thailand)

Circe Asteroid Day

Conor McGregor Day (UK)

Declaration of Arbroath Day (Scotland)

Drowsy Driver Awareness Day (California)

Feigenbaum Constant Day

406 Day

International Asexuality Day

International Day of Sport for Development and Peace (UN)

International Recruiters Day

International Search & Rescue Beacon/406 Day

International Whistler’s Day

Jump Over Things Day

King Rama I Memorial and Chakri Day (Thailand)

Knock Your Socks Off Day

Larch Day (French Republic)

Modern Olympics Day

Näfelser Fahrt (Battle of Näfels; Switzerland)

National Charlie Brown’s Insecurities Day

National Employee Benefits Day

National Fisherman Day (Indonesia)

National Gang Day

National Health Day (Kiribati)

National Jay Day

National Library Day

National Pajama Day

National Parker Day

National Robert Day

National Siamese Cat Day

National Student-Athlete Day

National Taylor Day

National Wildlife Week begins [until 4.10]

North Pole Day

Ntaryamira Day (Burgundi)

Patriot’s Victory Day (Ethiopia)

Phocaea Asteroid Day

Plan Your Epitaph Day

Post-It Notes Day

Richard the Lionheart Day

Roberto Clemente Day

Self Determination Day (Australia)

Semana Santa (Argentina)

Sorry Charlie Day (in honor of those who have been rejected and lived through it)

Stigtingsdag (a.k.a. Founders Day or Van Riebeeck’s Day; South Africa)

Tartan Day (Canada, US)

Teflon Day

Think About Spring Cleaning Day

Van Riebeeck Day (Capetown, South Africa)

Waltzing Mathilda Day (Australia)

World Day of Physical Activity

World Table Tennis Day

Yazidi New Year (Iraq)

Food & Drink Celebrations

Brew Year's Eve

Fresh Tomato Day

National Acai Bowl Day

National Caramel Popcorn Day

National Carbonara Day (Italy)

National Consider Drinking More Helles Day

National Food Faces Day

National Twinkie Day

National Viognier Day

New Beer's Eve

St. Sixtus' Day

Twinkie Day

1st Saturday in April

Belgian Beer Day ( website ) [1st Saturday]

Every Day is Tag Day [1st Saturday]

International Firewalk Day [1st Saturday]

International Pillow Fight Day [1st Saturday]

International Table Top Day [1st Saturday]

National DIY Day [1st Saturday]

National Birding Day [1st Saturday]

National Handmade Day [1st Saturday]

National Love Our Children Day [1st Saturday]

National Play Outside Day [1st Saturday of Every Month]

Satyr's Day (Silenus, Greek God of Beer Buddies and Drinking Companions) [1st Saturday of Each Month]

Tangible Karma Day [1st Saturday]

Weekly Holidays beginning April 6 (1st Week)

Just Pray No! Worldwide Weekend of Prayer and Fasting [thru 4.7]

National Robotics Week [thru 4.14]

National Window Safety Week [1st Full Week]

Oral, Head and Neck Cancer Week [1st Full Week]

Week of the Young Child [thru 4.14]

Independence & Related Days

Capetown, South Africa (Founded; 1652) [Orania]

Koya (Declared; 2014) [unrecognized]

Republic of Venstral (Declared; 2018) [unrecognized]

Self-Determination Day (Cocos Islands)

Vancouver (Founded by Canadian Pacific Railway Company; 1886)

New Year’s Days

British Income Tax Year (UK)

Festivals Beginning April 6, 2024

Armageddon Expo (Wellington, New Zealand) [thru 4.7]

The Bloody Mary Festival (Austin, Texas)

Daffodil Festival and Parade (Puyallup, Washington)

Dessert Wars (Raleigh, North Carolina)

Elmira Maple Syrup Festival (Elmira, Ontario, Canada)

FACTS (Ghent, Belgium) [thru 4.7]

Farmers’ Table Wine Trail (Hermann, Missouri)

Iowa Eats: Food & Drink festival (Waterloo, Iowa)

Lodi Wine Festoval (Lodi, California)

Maryland Chicken Wing Festoval (Annapolis, Maryland)

Renaissance Pleasure Faire of Southern California (Irwindale, California) [thru 5.19]

Scarborough Renaissance Festival (Waxahachie, Texas) [thru 12.22]

Southwest Chocolate & Coffee Fest (Albuquerque, New Mexico) [thru 4.7]

Supernova Pop Culture Expo (Melbourne, Australia) [thru 4.7]

Tequila & Taco Festival (San Diego, California) [thru 4.7]

Texas VegFest (Auston, texas)

Wales Comic Con (Wrexham, Wales) [thru 4.7]

WhiskyFest (Tampa, Florida)

World Catfish Festival (Belzoni, Mississippi)

Feast Days

Aequinoctium Vernum VIII (Pagan)

Albrecht Dürer and Lucas Cranach (Lutheran Church)

Baily (Muppetism)

Beware of Lizardmen Day (Pastafarian)

Birth of Jesus (Mormons)

Brychan (Christian; Saint)

Celestine I, Pope (Catholic Church)

Children’s Springtime Festival (France; Everyday Wicca)

Church of Latter Day Saints Day

Colsus, Archbishop of Armagh (Christian; Saint)

Crane Bag Day (Celtic Book of Days)

Ether Sunday (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Eutychius of Constantinople (Eastern Orthodox Church)

Feast of the 120 Martyrs of Persia (Christian; Martyrs)

Fête des Petits Bateaux (Fête of the Little Boats; France)

Gudi Padwa (Birthday of Mother Earth; Maharashtra and Andhra Pradesh people)

Gustave Moreau (Artology)

Impersonate a Frog Day (Pastafarian)

Jake Day (Discordian)

John William Waterhouse (Artology)

Kimbanguiste Church Founding Day (Democratic Republic of the Congo)

Marcellinus of Carthage (Christian; Saint)

Pappus (Positivist; Saint)

Passover (a.k.a. Pesach; Judaism) [Nisan 16]

Prudentius, Bishop of Troyes (Christian; Saint)

Raphael (Artology)

Sixtus I, Pope (Christian; Saint)

Sorting-Out of the Doggets Day (Shamanism)

William the Confessor, Abbot of Eskille (Christian; Saint)

Islamic Moveable Calendar Holidays

Lialat-Ul-Qadr (Gambia)

Lailatou-Kadr (Niger)

Lailatoul Qadr (Guinea)

Laylat al-Qadr (لیلة القدر) [a.k.a. …

Night of Decree

Night of Destiny

Night of Determination

Night of Power

Precious Night

Ramazan Bayramy (Turkey)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Fortunate Day (Pagan) [13 of 53]

Lucky Day (Philippines) [20 of 71]

Nēmontēmi, Day 2 (of 5) [Aztec unlucky or fasting days, taking place between 4.5-4.18]

Perilous Day (13th Century England) [14 of 32]

Taian (大安 Japan) [Lucky all day.]

Premieres

Along Flirtation Walk (WB MM Cartoon; 1935)

Attack on Titan (Anime TV Series; 2013)

Barney & Friends (Children’s TV Series; 1992)

Beef (TV Series; 2023)

Blockers (Film; 2018)

The Boys from Brazil, by Ira Levin (Novel; 1976)

Buddy of the Legion (WB LT Cartoon; 1935)

The Bum Bandit (Betty Boop Cartoon; 1931)

The Castaway (Disney Cartoon; 1931)

Cry-Baby (Film; 1990)

The Dancing Fool (Betty Boop Cartoon; 1932)

Death Proof (Film; 2007)

Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Anime TV Series; 2019)

Diva, by Annie Lennox (Album; 1992)

The Double Helix, by James D. Watson (Science Book; 1968)

The Dragons of Eden, by Carl Sagan (Science Essays; 1977)

The Flintstones: Little Big League (Hanna-Barbera Animated TV Special; 1978)

The Gods Must Be Crazy (Film; 1984)

Grifters, by Jim Thompson (Novel; 1963)

Grindhouse (Film; 2007)

Haikyu! (Anime TV Series; 2014)

Harbor Lights, by Bruce Hornsby (Album; 1993)

Humorous Phases of Funny Phases (Animated TV Show;1906) [1st Animated Cartoon]

I Love You to Death (Film; 1990)

Indian Pudding (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1930)

In Harm’s Way (Film; 1965)

Joe’s Lunch Wagon (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1934)

Just Visiting (Film; 2001)

Kodak Flexible Rolled Film (Photography Film; 1889)

The Lost Weekend, by Charles R. Jackson (Novel; 1944)

Mamma Mia! (UK Musical Play; 1999)

The Millionaire Hare (WB LT Cartoon; 1963)

Moscow on the Hudson (Film; 1984)

Nine Stories, by J.D. Salinger (Short Stories; 1953)

Outbreak, by Robin Cook (Novel; 1987)

Planet Terror (Film; 2007)

A Quiet Place (Film; 2018)

Robot Chicken DC Comics Special 2: Villains in Paradise (WB Animated TV Special; 2014)

Silicon Valley (TV Series; 2014)

Tannhäuser, by Richard Wagner (Opera; 1870)

Teachers Are People (Disney Cartoon; 1952)

The Thorn Birds, by Colleen McCullough (Novel; 1977)

Trust the Saint, by Leslie Charteris (Short Stories 1962) [Saint #36]

Undertow, by Tool (Album; 1993)

Vitamin Pink (Pink Panther Cartoon; 1966)

Where the Boys Are (Film; 1984)

Wild Bill Hiccup (Woody Woodpecker Cartoon; 1970)

Workaholics (TV Series; 2011)

Today’s Name Days

Notker, Wilhelm (Austria)

Irenej, Petar, Prudencije (Croatia)

Vendula (Czech Republic)

Sixtus (Denmark)

Ville, Villem, Villi, Villo, Villu (Estonia)

Jami, Vilhelm, Vilho, Vili, Viljami, Ville (Finland)

Marcellin (France)

Sixtus, William (Germany)

Efthios, Evtychios (Greece)

Bíborka, Vilmos (Hungary)

Celestina, Diogene, Filarete, Guglielmo (Italy)

Filips, Vilips, Zinta (Latvia)

Celestinas, Daugirutis, Genardas, Žintautė (Lithuania)

Aasmund, Asmund, Åsmund (Norway)

Ada, Adam, Adamina, Celestyn, Celestyna, Diogenes, Ireneusz, Katarzyna, Świętobor, Sykstus, Wilhelm, Zachariasz (Poland)

Eutihie (Romania)

Irena (Slovakia)

Celestino, Gala, Guillermo, Prudencio (Spain)

Vilhelm, William (Sweden)

Celesta, Celeste, Celestina, Celestine, Tyra (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 97 of 2024; 269 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 6 of week 14 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Fearn (Alder) [Day 21 of 28]

Chinese: Month 2 (Ding-Mao), Day 28 (Geng-Zi)

Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025)

Hebrew: 27 Adair II 5784

Islamic: 27 Ramadan 1445

J Cal: 7 Cyan; Sevenday [6 of 30]

Julian: 24 March 2024

Moon: 7%: Waning Crescent

Positivist: 13 Archimedes (4th Month) [Diophantus]

Runic Half Month: Ehwaz (Horse) [Day 12 of 15]

Season: Spring (Day 19 of 92)

Week: 2nd Week of April

Zodiac: Aries (Day 17 of 31)

#Holidays

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