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[kdogreads]

Richie Jerimovich NSFW Alphabet

Co-written with the incredible @foreveraimingtowardsthesky

Thank you so much for collabing on this, my friend! It’s been a longtime coming but here we are 🤪😍

Enjoy this look into our wildest delulu fantasies with our bb Richie. This was a 50/50 project and still took us forever so please APPRECIATE IT 😂❤️

A — Aftercare

There is nothing Richie loves more than smoking a cigarette with you in his arms after he blows your mind. He’s trained to read people and you are no exception. He’ll help you clean up then he’ll cuddle you, or kiss you silly, or light you a joint, or brush your hair for you. Whatever you need this time, he’s on it.

B – Body part (favourite of yours and theirs)

Richie likes - no loves - your mouth. The way your lips close around a cigarette plucked from his hand, the wet heat of it when his fingers press against your tongue, how you open up so readily for him when you’re on your knees, the sharp indent of your teeth in your lower lip when you’re trying to be quiet.. Yeah, he could lose hours dreaming of your mouth, thinking of new ways he can make it his. Spit in it. Gag it. Have you clean him up with your tongue..

C — Cum

Richie can be nasty. He wants to cum on your face, your chest, your ass, literally anywhere he can. It’s his way to mark you as his without leaving hickies or anything, ever the practical thinker. His favorite by far, though, if you’ll let him, is to cum inside you. Chef’s kiss.

D – Dirty secret

Richie has fucked, or tried to fuck, too many short-lived staff at The Beef to mention. But that’s no secret. In fact, there’s really only one thing he hopes never gets out. Luckily for him, she feels the same way. Chalk it up to the effects of grief and alcohol, explain it away however you like, but if word got round? I don’t think her little brother would ever get over it.

E — Experience

Honestly, Richie doesn’t have a ton of experience with different partners, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t treat you R I G H T. He’s only had a couple relationships besides you and Tiff and maybe he brought home a girl from the bar once or twice before you. This man is a very, very fast learner, though. It doesn’t take him long to learn every little thing that drives you wild and he’s more than willing to experiment with what you like (always with permission first).

F – Favourite position

Richie wants to see. He wants to see his cock sinking into you. He wants to see your face when you come. He wants to see the rise and fall of your chest and he wants to see his hands on your body. Richie also wants to bend you over and fuck you from behind. He likes how it makes you whine when he pulls your hips back as he fucks into you.

So he fucks you on your knees in front of the mirror on his bedroom wall, drags his fingers through your gathered slick and rubs the mess across your tight little asshole, his thumb circling and circling and circling before pushing inside. Like this he can watch as he fills you up, and see your fucked-out face as you fall apart.

G — Goofy

Our Richie is a big goofball in every aspect of his life and sex is no exception. He loves being able to laugh with you and tease you while he’s inside you or eating you out. One day he gets it in is mind that you have to call him Mr. Jerimovich as like a demeaning/authoritative thing, but when you actually call him that, he cracks up laughing. Cannot keep a straight face for the life of him. “It sounds like you’re talkin’ to my fuckin’ granddad. Too fuckin’ weird for me, baby, m’sorry.”

If he’s had a rough day, though, and needs to take it out on you, it’s all serious. No jokes, no laughing, no teasing. He just takes when he needs from you — and of course makes sure you have a good time, too.

H – Hair

How well groomed is Richie? Richie is a low-maintenance, one-bottle-in-the-shower guy. He keeps his hair and his beard short, that’s his look. Once upon a time, he got clippers and a beard trimmer for Christmas, so he does this himself, and every so often the rest of him will get the trimmer treatment. He’s not super hairy but he likes how his dick looks bigger after. He’s only human, after all.

He’s clean, but not meticulous. He doesn’t mind things getting a bit.. dirty. And if you’re honest with yourself, you sometimes like him best at the end of a long day. A little sweaty, a little rough around the edges, his skin tasting like salt and cigarette smoke.

I — Intimacy

Richie the cuddle master, am I right? He loves physical affection and just being close to you. If you’re having a slow, sweet love session, he’ll hold your face and tell you the stickiest sweet things you’ve ever heard in your life. “You were made for me, baby. I was made f’you” and “You’re so beautiful, sometimes I can’t believe you’re mine” and “I love you so much my heart fuckin’ hurts.” Loves eye contact, loves holding your hands, loves loving you basically.

Talks you through it. Big time. He’s in his daddy era and he’s desperate for his baby to cum. 🥵

J – Jerk off

In a word. Yes. In the shower most mornings. It’s a Pavlovian response now. Routine. The hot shower spray. The steam. His hand wrapped round his cock.

But he’s seen the way your breath catches. When he’s knelt between your spread legs. When he drags it out just a little longer, his fist working over his cock as though he prefers it to your pretty pussy. How your eyes follow the movement of his hand as he makes you wait, how your tongue darts out against the softness of your lips..

Until finally - - You like watchin, huh? Your face had heated under his scrutiny, but you couldn’t deny it. And since then? Pictures. Videos. Whenever you’re apart for while and sometimes even when you’re not. His hand sliding over his hard dick, slow at first, then faster. You can hear his breathing, all the bitten off sounds he makes - - fuck. Sometimes it’s a piece of your underwear that he’s ruined, the sheets, his shirt. Sometimes come splashes hot against his tense belly. It’s insanely hot. It makes you ache for him. And he knows it.

K — Kinks

This man will shock you with just how freaky he can get. Choking, gun play, knife play, slapping, daddy/sir, tying you up/getting tied up, he’s into it all. Something you’ve always wanted to try? He’s down. It doesn’t always have to be super kinky stuff, though. Sometimes he’s in the mood to make love to you and, when he is, he’s the stickiest sweet lover you’ve ever had.

Once he discovers the the free use concept, it’s his favorite. “Don’t let me stop ya, baby. You keep workin’ on that,” while he proceeds to fuck you into a different universe. 🥵

L – Location

Anywhere. At the restaurant when everyone else has gone home (that reservations desk is his in more ways than anyone else knows). In his car, where there’s just enough room for you to straddle his lap in the driver’s seat. Up against the wall in some dark corner when he just can’t wait. On the couch, forgotten movie in the background. The kitchen counter in the middle of a lazy weekend breakfast. In the shower, the pretty noises you make bouncing off the tiles. In your bed. In his bed.

That’s probably his favourite. His bed. When you’re waiting for him at the end of a long day in his bed. Wearing his shirt. Your perfume on his pillows.

M — Motivation

YOU. Richie is such a romantic at heart and, if you’re his, he wants nothing more than to make you happy any way he can. He loves to hear you whine and moan for him or squirm under his touch. Part of him selfishly loves knowing he can make you feel better than anyone else ever has. He loves making you forget all your worries with his fingers or his mouth or his cock. He gets off just by knowing how satisfied he can make you.

N – No

It’s a short list, but anything you’re not into is at the top of it. You can also add to that anything too elaborate. Role play’s fine just nothing too fuckin weird alright.And he doesn’t need a red room of sex shit, doesn’t need whips and chains when his tie looks so pretty around your wrists, when his belt drags so nicely against your skin.

O — Oral

You mean Richie “could eat pussy for three meals a day” Jerimovich?? He LOVES oral. As much as he loves feeling your lips wrapped around him, he loves feeling you squirm under his tongue even more. He’ll have you pinned down with his arms begging him for a break at any chance he gets. Giving is his favorite, but he loves receiving, too.

He loves when you give him road head. Loves it. Only when it's late at night and you're alone on the back roads, though. He knows just what you're thinking when you reach a hand over coyly and scratch your nails along his thigh. A silly grin spreads across his face and he gives you a subtle nod to encourage you. By the end he's usually pulled over somewhere with both hands in your hair and a plan in place for when you get home...

P – Pace

He can go slow. If that’s what you need. He likes how he can feel everything when he takes his time, but it wears away at his self control and he didn’t have much to begin with. You like to ride him, achingly slowly, stretching his restraint as far as it’ll go before it snaps, before he grips your hips and fucks up into you, or until he flips you over and fucks you through the bed.

Q — Quickie

Are you kidding me? Richie loves quickies. Possibly his favorite thing in the world. Just finished dinner service? He’ll fuck you in the alleyway. Popped in to say hi while you’re running errands? He’ll bend you over Carmy’s desk. Even just going about your day at home he’ll come up behind you in the kitchen and pull you up onto the counter. Any chance he has to get you off he’ll take.

R – Risk

Is Richie a risk taker? Yeah. He gets a kick out of the possibility that the two of you might get caught. Actually no, he gets a kick out of you getting so fucking greedy and needy for him that you’ll let him touch you, let him fuck you, where anyone might see. His hand between your legs under the restaurant table, his mouth on your breasts in the cool evening air, your back against the wall and legs round his waist, your body pressed to the high rise window of the nicest hotel room he could afford. It fuels his possessiveness. You’re his and he wants everyone to know it.

S — Stamina

Richie isn’t as young as he used to be, but he uses what energy he has wisely. In his younger days he could go at it for hours, but nowadays his poor achey back can’t take more than one, maybe two rounds. He gets you off more times than you can count before he even thinks about fucking you, so don’t let his old age scare you.

Just because his body gets tired faster doesn't mean his sex drive has gone down, though, so don't you worry about that.

T – Toys

The first time Richie caught you with your favourite toy, he’d watched from the doorway with a dangerous mix of jealousy and want. You’d pulled the toy from your body when you saw him, but he’d shook his head and something in the look in his eyes made your mouth go dry and your stuttered explanation die in your throat. – - Don’t stop. He’d climbed onto the bed, sat back against the headboard and pulled you to his chest between his spread legs. - - keep going.. s’it feel good? .. feel better than me, huh? - - you’d said no, but he’d slapped your hand from the toy anyway, taking it from you and mimicking the movements he’d watched earlier, but harder, faster, more him. And he’d liked the way you’d surrendered control so easily, the way your head fell back against his shoulder, how your fingers twisted into the fabric of his sweats. And it occurred to him that he could keep this up for hours..

U — Unfair

Richie is a little shit… of course he loves teasing you. He’ll send you dirty texts all day while you’re at work and get you all hot and bothered. Then he’ll edge you for what feels like hours if he feels like it. He always leaves you satisfied after his fun, though, he is a gentleman after all.

When he first discovered what his "harmless" teasing does to you... Oh man. It's like he can't stop now. He'll pull you into the office at work just to whisper dirty things in your ear.

"You look real pretty tonight baby," He leans in to kiss your neck, hands wandering all over your body, "Fuuuck, you want daddy to take care of you, hm? Touch you? Make you scream so everybody knows who you belong to, yeah?" Swoon.

V – Volume

Richie has the dirtiest mouth in all of Chicago. He remembers the first time he’d called you his good fuckin girl. He remembers because you came hard and tight and wet before the words had barely left his mouth. Now he won’t fucking shut up. And you love it like that. But the best thing? There’s this noise he makes when he’s close to losing it. A filthy low groan as everything begins to unravel. It might be the hottest thing you’ve ever heard.

W — Wildcard

Richie definitely has a thing for public sex. The thrill of potentially getting caught, having to show off his pretty baby to whoever catches you… He can’t help it if he wants to show you off and make it clear just who belong to.

X – x-ray

What’s going on in those tighty whiteys? He’s not gotten any complaints. Well, no, that’s not quite right. He’s gotten loads of complaints. Just not about his dick. If he was the type of guy to be heading down the gym (although lets face it, he isn’t ) he wouldn’t need to be shy in the locker room, if you catch my meaning. Alright, alright.. it’s big. You happy now?

Y — Yearning

He may be in his 40s but his sex drive is stronger than ever. He always wants you. Richie is just insatiable sometimes. It’s like he can’t believe you are his to take care of and please whenever he wants to and he does.

Z – zzzz

He’s not even stayed awake long enough for you to read the end of this. Sorry. But let’s be fair, he’s a hard working guy and he’s had his fair share of sleepless nights. So you can’t begrudge the fact that he sleeps like an angel (an angel splayed across 75% of the bed, but still..) once you’ve both had your fill. Now roll him over before he starts snoring.

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[bretongirlwrites]

The Postmaster was not in his chair when I returned: rather standing most pensively at the window; and without turning, he asked of me if I had made my choice.

I made to reply, but after a moment, supposing he did not mean that between beef and chicken at the Solitude pasty-stand, invited his continuation.

At which he indicated a selection of letters, sealed and unsealed, on his desk; and informed me that I was on a priority hiring-list for the position of Imperial courier. – ‘You are in the running for it,’ said he, ‘which if nothing else is an admirable wordplay; but you must refuse.’

‘I have heard nothing of it,’ said I: ‘but, sir, there is one thing, we have been asked for help by, –’

‘The Stormcloaks?’ he returned: ‘no, no, that won’t do. Talos is too many men at the same address, and I cannot uphold it. Leastways we cannot afford to take sides, –’

‘No, sir,’ said I: ‘we have been asked for help by the Blades.’

The Postmaster, whose moustache was in positive disarray, – or perhaps it was the latest fashion, in whichever eccentric lands he frequented when he was not in his sorting-office, – came at last to sit down: and actually contemplated putting a letter-opener through the offending correspondence, save that he cherished paper (and his table) more than most things, and wanted his knife in a moment for the missive I handed over. It was postmarked: Don’t ask; and put upon his face an expression of perplexity.

‘The Blades?’ said he: ‘the Long sort, or the Short sort?’

It was my turn to be baffled.

‘Oh!’ he went on, ‘you are young, of course, – it is One-handed and Two-handed these days, if I am not mistaken? – you youths and your weird ideas of swordsmanship.’

I was about to protest that I knew what a long blade and a short blade were; save that halfway to my speaking, I realised I did not know where the one ended and the other began; and that none of this was relevant. Rather I said:

‘No, sir… the Blades, the dragon-fighting sort.’

The Postmaster looked again at the postmark as if it said: Here be no dragons, and raised both of his eyebrows, – which, I now saw, were beneath his cap, almost as elaborately done as his moustache, which must be a fashion as inexplicable as our weird swordsmanship. I shrugged at his astonishment and said only: that I’d been approached by a smallish woman who had, despite her pretty little apron, somehow put the fear of the gods into me; that she trusted me for some reason with a secret business; and that she’d followed it with this letter, which I had not yet opened, since it was addressed to our Guildmaster.

‘A short Blade, then,’ the Postmaster chuckled: ‘but come, they are all in Talos-veneration as well… I did not think the Blades yet existed; but then nor did I think the dragons did; and the Dwemer neither, until I must personally deliver to a Mr Bagarn, a great stack of centuries-overdue life-insurance letters. – So you spoke to one of them?’

‘Just as you speak to one now,’ said I.

I only realised my slip, when the Postmaster’s eyebrows and moustache joined forces in some kind of twirling face-waltz. He nearly dropped the letter; thought better of it, as one might think better of dropping an infant; and with an eagerness unmatched, began to open the envelope with his eyes still on me, which resulted in two paper-cuts on his part, and my quavering miserably under the weight of my errors. 

‘I speak to a Blade?’ said he: ‘well, well, there’s a thing I haven’t done in two hundred years… The last one, I think, was a little more well-built and didn’t look as if he’d blow to pieces in a storm; but since most of them have been exterminated, I suppose they must settle for, –’

‘I am a Blades Courier,’ said I: ‘I am not required to fight, or even to hold a sword. I swore fealty to the smallish woman, – I think she would have exterminated me if I had not, – and, – and, –’

‘I hope you know what you have done,’ said my Postmaster, furrowing his extraordinary brow.

‘I have become a Blade, sir,’ I returned, stupidly. 

It had seemed, after all, so glorious in the moment: my smallish woman, like a queen of ancient times, with her very long blade and her very pretty dress and the sort of eyes which persuade you to do foolish things; except that I had done something more foolish yet. The Postmaster had opened the letter, but was looking at it only halfway, for still he watched me over the top of it, and studied still, my badly built frame. I must return his glare in indignation: I was after all, built extremely well for postal delivery, –

‘Well!’ said he at last, ‘I shall have to think over it. – Come, you are two-handed, are you not?’ and piling both high with stacks of post, sent me, moustache more fashionable than ever, on my way.

#oc:courier #is that a tag i use? it is now #skyrim #breton girl writes #courier fic courier fic #i love that i can click 'post now' for this one. yes there is post. there is a whole stack of it + a venerable postmaster

[heerocks]

CURIOUS CAT — what could possibly go wrong?

SYNOPSIS! Curious Cat is an app that peaked three years ago where people use it to flirt with their crush anonymously and then suddenly forgot about it.

or wherein, Y/N was devastated when her crush, Lee Heeseung indirectly rejecting her in highschool. Three years later, both of them have this unknown beef in between them that even their friends don't know the real reason behind. One day, Y/N suddenly remembered and opened her C.C account, and saw that someone by the name 'Ethan' confessed to her three years ago.

"I'll just meet you outside building c later" ning nodded, handing the notes you wanted to borrow from the class you two have together.

"what's your sched for today?"

You shrugged, "just this and that. I have to attend this first walkthrough for a subject, that's the last for this day"

"that one minor subject?" you nodded, ning hummed before nodding. "take care okay? just meet me later" she remind you before patting your head despite you being taller than her. her older sister complex is showing up again and you love her for that.

After bidding her goodbyes, you finally decided to walk inside the building and into the assigned room. It was half filled with people mixed into labels of 'you know' and 'not' but otherwise, you bid them a small smile as you choose your chair on the corner then busying yourself with your phone.

Minutes passed by and you felt another presence on the door; thought it was finally the professor and so, you decided to look up.

Your gaze met as he turn to the door and step inside the room. Then you see him, Lee Heeseung. You definitely forgot you have this class together.

It was cheesy, yes but you can't deny how electrifying it felt when both of your eyes met as heeseung walked inside the room. Kinda funny how his eyes met yours from all the people in the room as if your eyes were what he was looking for the first time he took a step inside.

You scoffed internally when he kept his watch at you — which you did the same before his friend greeted him and finally cut your silent 'eye contact competition'.

He's still weird in your eyes since you can't really forget what happened. It seems like only yesterday that he couldn't look at you while having his face beet red whenever you're around and then yesterday, he came back from bitching at you. Not to mention the fact that he called you 'baby' all in the same day like you don't get him honestly. And now, he's here again, walking around as if nothing happened.

Okay, stop. Just don't stress yourself, breathe.

Well, that's what you originally wanted to do but it was ruined when you felt his presence walking toward you and sitting on the chair right behind you.

You can't help but look behind at him from your phone, and heeseung just greets you with his smirk... smile or whatever it is.

"Hi"

"Don't talk to me" You replied, rolling your eyes at him before facing front but not after you heard him chuckle in pure amusement and saw how he left both his arms up silently announcing his foreswear.

Someone was calling your name so you look up and saw ryujin. You're not an assuming person but you swear you felt the man on your back also looking up to the same person who was now walking in front of you. It felt like his whole attention was on you, it was making you crazy.

"Well, I heard from the first block that Mr. Choi will give a project today for this subject and it would be a group of two people so I wonder if you are up to being partnered with me?"

"Yeah, no problem. I gotchu" You replied, pointing a cute little handgun on her way which she laughed at.

Other minutes passed and finally, the professor walked inside the room. He just swiftly went through all the stuff the block needed to know and now he was going about the project. Like ryujin told you, it will need two people to do this project. You look at her on the side row and she did the same, smiling at you like an excited child.

"But I'm the one who'll partner all of you up..." Series of groans and protests was heard across the room. Even you can't help but silently look dumbfounded at the male professor in front. It doesn't make sense, you're in a university, in a college setting so it was rare for professors to still be the ones to partner all the students,

Mr. Choi calmed all of you down telling the students that it was final. So, the names are getting called up and you were currently calling all the Gods you know to grace you with their blessings and just let you be partnered with ryujin.

Even 'the man who must not be named' find it amusing how your hands clasped together as you wait for your name to be called. You can feel his eyes on you, not kidding but you don't really care as of the moment.

"Kim Y/N and Lee Heeseung"

"What?! No way!" You unconsciously shouted that making all eyes shift to you. "Is there any problem with your partner, miss kim?" Shock. You were so shocked but the faint chuckle you heard behind made your mind wake up and look at him. Your eyes are basically begging him to protest about the whole fiasco but he just smirked. Fuck.

"I believe we don't have any problem, sir" Heeseung answered not removing his gaze from you. He was so chill about it, arms crossed as he lays comfortably on his sit. What an asshole. He was obviously enjoying this.

"Oh, I forgot to tell all of you. These groups will be permanent until the end of the semester." Another fuck. You swear life hates you so much.

Mr. Choi continued listing the name but you still glaring at him. Heeseung raised his brows, smirk getting wider as your frustrations rise together. You can't help but just rolled your eyes at him, that's the only thing you can do as of now, anyways.

God. This is not happening.

The class didn't finish to the fullest, Mr. Choi leave after reminding the whole class about the first project and its deadline then leave the class to have a meeting with their partners using the remaining time.

You were not moving an inch, still there sitting on the same spot as you bit your thumb. A very action you always do if you're anxious. You didn't know where heeseung go and you didn't really care.

The whole idea of being stuck with him for the rest of the semester wants you to die. Okay, you guess that's a little bit overboard but come on. It's Heeseung, you definitely don't know how this whole 'I hate you and you hate me too' plot started but one day, you just found out yourself that he was being the number 1 source of your frustrations and you wanted to stay it that way.

You sighed grabbing your phone to maybe update your friends.

"y/n..." You are never wrong. You did feel the devil's presence and now heeseung was on your side.

"What do you want?" You asked, voice lacing with sharp glares. He sighed, rolling his eyes. "Relax, okay. I just wanted to have your number for the project"

You grab the phone from his hands and started typing your number but then your number shows up on his phone. "lmolt?" you read confused. "my number's in there, lee. how do you even have my number? and what's lmolt?" you squinted your eyes at him as you hand his phone to him. "you're cursing me aren't you?"

Maybe, he was flustered since he started stuttering, "N-no! I didn't even know that I have your number. Maybe... our block mates la-last year put it in my phone but I didn't know whose it is so I just put random letters as the caller id!"

You slightly push your head back from him when his voice gets louder as he finishes his sentence. "You're the one who needs to chill, I'm just asking you. No need to shout at me!" It makes total sense, why is he so agitated?

"Well, then you have my number so bye, just text me the details later or whatever." You added before grabbing your bag and starting to walk towards the door, fortunately, the bell rang at the right moment.

You turned around calling the dumbfounded heeseung still standing in the same spot. He turned around revealing his face. Wait, is he blushing? "And change my caller id to a decent one!" You shouted again making sure he heard you. It made you chuckle when he absentmindedly nodded.

"You're so cute and dumb at the same time, lee" You whispered shaking your head before finally walking out of the room not realizing the new fondness raising slowly.

chapter 24 — what could possibly go wrong?

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𖥻 AUTHOR'S NOTE — !

behold, heey/n's physical bonding is finally happening!!! and lol, 'lmolt' caller ID is so lame

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[thekoopalingsandstuffs]

>The next morning; Still Broodals' house<

Rango: "Ahhh..." *Lays down on the couch* "Watching a kid is hard work! SUPER fun!! But exhaaausting!"

Topper: "Mm-hm." *Watching the TV*

Rango: "Buuut, I better get used to it!! I'm prolly gonna have to do a LOTTA babysitting this Summer!! Maybe Mr. & Mrs. Para will recommend me to their friends...! And their friends' friends!! Before I know it, I'll be babysitting a whole daycare worth of children!!!"

Topper: "Um. First of all, fuck that." *Pauses the TV* "And second. Now that our little unexpected guest is gone... Are you ready to check your blood test results?"

Rango: "... Um."

Topper: *Pulls out the file*

Rango: "......" *Looks around* "I... I-I don't wanna look!!"

Topper: ? "Rango, wha... Bud, we've talked about this! You're scared that the results will say something bad, but... It's better to know something's wrong than for it to be killing you without you being aware! Right...?"

Rango: "I-I guess so..."

Topper: "Then be a big boy, and let's look!! Together. Okay?"

Rango: "A-Alright..."

Rango: "... Welllll, looks like we'll never find out if I have diabetes after all!!!!!" :D "So, now-'

Topper: "Wait! Doesn't Dee's dad... Like... Work at a pharmacy or something...? He probably knows lots about medical shit! We can go take this to him and ask him what it means!!"

Rango: "... Greaaat..."

>At Beef & Kaley's house<

Topper: ! "What'd it say??"

Beef: "Among other things... Diabetes. Type 2. We just discussed a couple of different elements displayed in the results, such as pressure and cholesterol, but that was obviously the most prominent... Changes in diet & lifestyle, purchasing insulin, getting a CGM, speaking with an actual doctor, and other actions will have to be made to help take care of this, but for now, just taking the time to process should be you and your family's priority."

Topper: "Aw man." :[ "Rango? You alright?"

Rango: *Sniffle* "Y-Y-Yeahhh..."

Kaley: "Oh, was that it, then? You kiddos can go home if you want to!"

Topper: "Glad to know we aren't being held captive!" *Chuckles* "C'mon bro, let's go... And thank you for hosting us, guys! We'll be back to visit soon!"

Beef: "Any time!! Tell Hariet and Stewart it'd be nice for them to pay us a visit with you! I know they're quite the busy lot, but we'd appreciate the company!"

Kaley: "How 'bout a dinner party next week?"

Topper: "We'll look into it!"

Rango: "......." :'{

>On the way home<

Topper: "Uhhhhh... Okay. That's enough. Rango. Are you alright??"

Rango: "Y-Yes, Topper, I'm p-perfectly fine!!"

Topper: "Mm-hm. Sure you are. You look like your eyes really want to cry, but for soooooome reason, your face just won't let them!"

Rango: "I have n-no clue what y-you're talking about..."

Topper: "Man. Do you think I'm stupid or something?? I'd be sobbing every fluid out of my body if I were in your position!! I don't think trying to hold that back is doing you any good. It'll just give you wrinkles and a tumor or some shit... So. I dunno. Just cry and get it over with!! Listening to you suck that back is really weirding me out."

Rango: "..............." *Sniffle* "I d-don't know what y-you mean."

Topper: -_- *Groans*

Rango: "I... N-No, I didn't r-really, honestly..."

Topper: "I figured. But now you know. Don't expect me to say this again, but... I love ya. And I can tell trying not to cry right now is hurting you. I don't want you to hurt. So." *Opens his arms* "Let it out. Or something."

Rango: "..."

[mcytlin]

“Ohh, I can’t wait to share a dorm!” Bdubs exclaimed, which Impulse enthusiastically agreed with.

Etho could hear Tango groan lightly, which meant that either his clutz of a soulmate had gotten injured again, or that he still managed to get annoyed at their friends’ behaviour. “How do they still behave like a newly wedded couple?” Tango mumbled, which about answered Etho’s silent question.

“Oh, you’re just jealous you don’t have a soulmate as amazing as mine!” Bdubs shouted, of course having heard the remark.

“I’m not jealous!” Tango shouted back, but they all knew that wasn’t true. Tango, although he wouldn’t admit it, was a hopeless romantic, and he was probably counting the days until he finally got to meet his soulmate and live out his fantasy life or whatever.

Etho wasn’t really sold on the whole soulmate thing. He wasn’t opposed, per say, he’d seen enough examples where soulmates were happily together after all - Impulse and Bdubs, or Beef and Zed - but he also thought it was weird for everyone to just accept the universe’s decision on who your significant other was supposed to be.

“Hey, maybe you’ll be lucky and find your soulmate during college,” Impulse nudged Tango, no doubt trying to cheer up his friend.

“Ha, as if I’d ever be that lucky.” Tango’s tone was bitter, and Etho couldn’t blame him; Bad luck seemed to be following him and his soulmate around wherever they went. Or maybe the two were just incredibly accident prone.

“Oh, come on, Mr. Pessimist,” Bdubs rolled his eyes. “The universe wouldn’t give you a soulmate just for you to never meet.”

“I wouldn’t be that surprised if it did,” Tango mumbled, but was unable to hide the hopeful gaze in his eyes. Yep, a romantic through and through.

“Can we finally get it over with and look for our guide?” Etho said, reminding them of the actual reason they were at the college for.

“Yeah, sure, whatever.” Bdubs rolled his eyes, but they all started looking for the cafeteria. It took around fifteen more minutes, Impulse and Bdubs’ continuous flirting, Tango’s bickering in response, and Impulse having the sensible idea of asking a passing person for directions for them to find the room.

They arrived around five minutes late, so they weren’t surprised to see the cafeteria already filled with students that stood around in small groups. One of them perked up as they entered, waving them towards him.

“Hey there,” he greeted. “Any of you Group C? We’re still missing a few.”

“The two of us,” Etho replied, gesturing to himself and Bdubs. “Those two are Group A and D.”

“They’re over there,” the guy replied, pointing at two of the groups, which Tango and Impulse took as their cue to leave, not without the latter plastering a kiss on Bdub’s forehead and the former rolling his eyes at the display.

“I’m Marty, by the way,” the student introduced himself. “You’re Etho and Bdubs, right? Those were the only two missing.”

“Yup! I’m Bdubs, the gloomy man here is Etho,” the man introduced himself, wide grin plaseterd across his face.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Martyn said, not at all deterred by Bdubs’ overly energetic behaviour. Etho thought he was alright in his book.

Soon after, the tour around campus started, the group of students being shown around the area and explained how things worked. Martyn dutifully explained the locations of different rooms, shortcuts you could take to get from one place to another, and what drinks not to get from the cafeteria under any circumstances.

At one point, when Martyn was showing them the outside area, Etho climbed up a rock, laughing at Bdubs when he managed to scare him from above. “Don’t do that,” the man exclaimed, but Etho simply rolled his eyes before he jumped off the rock, landing gracefully on his feet.

Next to them, another student flinched. He had brown hair with a green dyed streak, and he looked over at Etho in confusion. “Wait, did you just jump off the rock?” he asked, which in turn made Etho confused. “I did, yeah. Why?”

Instead of responding, the man held eye contact, raised his hand and punched his own arm with it.

At the exact same moment, he felt a light surge of pain flare up in his arm.

It took a second for Etho to understand the implications.

“Wait, don’t tell me-”

The man shrugged. “I guess so.”

Bdubs, who had been watching everything play out, widened his eyes even further than normal. “Wait Etho, is that- you two-”

“Yup,” Etho confirmed, and at the same time the man said “Guess we’re soulmates.”

“What? No way!!!”

The other students present seemed to have also caught up on what had happened, their attention directed towards them. “Alright everyone, let’s give the lovebirds some privacy, shall we?” Martyn called, interrupting the excited whispers and curious stares that were going around. Etho sent him a thankful look, which Martyn grinned to in reply, winking at him.

“Well then. This happened.” Etho said, once they had regained a semblance of privacy.

“Yeah,” his soulmate agreed. “I’m Joel, by the way.”

“Etho.”

“Yeah, figured. Your friend called you that.”

“That he did.”

“I have a girlfriend, by the way,” Joel mentioned. “Hope you’re okay with that. I’m not really planning on breaking up now only because we met. No offence.”

It fit, Etho supposed, that his soulmate seemed to care about the soulmate thing as much as he did. “None taken. It’d be kind of rude of me to expect of you, anyways.”

A beat of silence fell over the two of them. Then- “Do you wanna share dorms though?”

“Yeah, that sounds good.”

Later on, Etho and Bdubs reconvened with Impulse and Tango. Etho got to introduce his soulmate, which earned him a round of congratulations. Etho could see the glint of jealousy in Tango’s eyes, but to his credit, his friend was doing his best to hide it. Etho did hope Tango would find his soulmate sooner rather than later. After all the shit th universe put him through, he deserved it.

#double life smp #ethoslab #smallishbeans #bdoubleo #impulseSV #tangotek #martyn inthelittlewood #modern soulmate au #double life smp spoilers #fanfic #my writing #hermitshipping #kinda

[svndrenched]

@infernalpursuit sent:

a weird headcanon for ALL of them!!!!!!!! or at least the ones you have most muse for

all of 'em?

Adisse, Ellera, and Hadren - When they were all little, Hadren would scare her younger sisters with stories of dragons and werewolves and draugr and brigands. Adisse grew out of that fear on her own. Ellera took a bit of encouragement.

Alia - Phantom limb pain. And itches. And leg being asleep. It's all still weird, even though the leg has been gone for years. Sometimes she still goes to paint the toenails on that side and is thankful no one else is there to see her do it but her cat.

Anaïs - When she first left the Vault, the first ghoul she encountered, she treated like a friendly face. It was not. Not anymore. Her trauma convinced her that used to be her neighbor, Mr. Sumner. It wasn't.

Arlo - He tried to convince his sisters that the family pet Growlithe was going to evolve and eat them when they were kids. He was grounded for this and doesn't care for Growlithes now.

Asa - They've made countless pipes in their glass blowing class and the professor is too much of a chicken shit pushover to say anything. Their favorite one is a clear blue one.

Baz - Honestly, he's not great at arm wrestling. Something about the angle, he says, but it's bullshit. He's just plain bad at it.

Beam - Once ate someone's pet Saluki. It was an accident and he was stuck picking dog hair from his teeth for days.

Brier - Ask her about the time she got arrested for trespassing. And the other time she got arrested for trespassing. And the other time. She has boundless curiosity and bolt cutters.

Chira - In her Pokémon verse, she's a massive fan of Grusha. When he announced he planned on retiring from snowboarding, she cried.

Dar'jhan - Regularly gets told he's going to get scurvy because citrus fruits give him heartburn. He is terrified of this.

Deacon and Glory - They have a chess tournament at the Railroad HQ when things are quiet. Glory cleans house during this and wipes the crypt floor with those scrubs. Deacon does not.

Empyrean, Thara, and Un-kyong - When Empyrean first got to the Church, Un-kyong definitely started a rumor that she and Thara hated each other. It wasn't true at the time, but it had been brought up enough, it was like she manifested this beef into being. She isn't sorry. Empyrean and Thara can respect the other's grind, but they don't like each other.

Fumiyuki and Hanami - The first time Fumiyuki met Hanami, he scared him beyond his fucking wits. Hanami knows this to be true and terrorizes this poor curse user, just because he can. Something about the voice is scary as fuck.

Gakuganji - He cannot drive. It sends his anxiety through the roof. So while on paper, he is able to do this, in practice, old man's a mess.

Gardenia - She hates sand. Hates it. She has to wash off outside, change out of sandy clothes, and shower immediately. Probably even vacuum afterwards, too. She hates sand.

Hornjolf - Bazulmorz was his gay awakening and now they're in love.

Iruka and Nezumi - Nezumi broke Iruka's nose when they were kids. It was on purpose because he made an ill-timed joke about her.

Itzli and Timofei - These two cardinals are so, so wretched, they schedule a weekly bitchfest just to talk shit about everyone else at the church. When Timofei doesn't forget. And when Itzli decides she wants to go. There are always snacks and a bag of blood for them to split.

Joni - She restored her van herself. Ask her about it! She's proud as hell, okay?! It ran decently before, but with the help of her uncle and Sebastian (despite being an unfriendly shit the whole time) she got it done!

Jupiter - When things went tits up with Team Galactic, she went looking for Cyrus for a while. But it seemed he wasn't entirely interested in being found. Eventually she gave up, and he spent her time learning how to cook. She's not a professionally trained chef by any means, but she can outcook most of my other muses.

Jyspolwynni and Remni - Some fish elves are fishier than others. Remni's gills are more developed than Wynni's, but Wynni has a more otherworldly look that Remni does. Fish elves are weird, man.

Loree - She tutors for chemistry and math, but cannot get the grasp of English and Literature her ap class requires. She's trying so hard and is stressed so bad over this.

Maggie and Zecharias - Based on accuracy alone, Maggie is a better shot with a rifle, and Zecharias is better with a bow. Though he doesn't use it often and prefers his shotgun or revolver.

Mayumi - She had a crush on Yu while they were in school, but she was never his type. Which was a fucking shame.

Mica, Veta, and Onnicka - They all might act like big ol' bitches, but Glücksfall and Snapdragon love playing together. There's enough overlap in the fan bases that really draw the best crowds and the bands all get along decently well.

Mike - He tried to teach Walker how to fight when she was 11, He ended up having to find someone else to do it because he forgot she was left-handed and a child and accidentally broke her nose. He cried over this. She didn't. What he did successfully teach her was to be down to fight anyone at any time. He's so proud.

Mountain - He befriends all animals. Even the ones set to be slaughtered, which there are several throughout the church grounds. The chickens like to follow him, much to Errett's dismay. He doesn't do this on purpose.

Mr. Torgue - He can fuck it up with a set of knitting needles. His Grandma Flexington taught him, obviously. So far, his favorite projects are a TORGUE afghan he made for his grandma and a dice bag he uses when he plays Bunkers and Badasses.

Murphy and Sioned - If there was a competition for worst person in the Commonwealth, it wouldn't be between these two. They really aren't all that bad if you're willing to overlook the murdering amd weird cult-y shit. Murphy sends caps back to their brothers, and Sioned gives settlers food after they talk to them about the Glory of Atom and his Division.

Noah - He speaks Belarusian while he's out in the Commonwealth to avoid people talking to him. It's kind of a manipulation thing because people will overlook him as a threat if they think he can't understand them, but he almost always uses this to his advantage to avoid problems.

Ocvist - He does not care for the golden dragon, Villentretenmerth. He finds his to be brash and impulsive and too proud. Changing into a human form? Outrageous.

Prue - I've talked about this a bit before, but she is colorblind. She has tritanopia. It usually doesn't cause any issues for her, apart from the occasional weird outfit, but she has painted a wing of her ship the wrong color in the past. It's annoying, but rarely dangerous.

Rochelle - She has a big fat crush on Oz. She hates it. They're so nervous all the time and she has shit to do. Not be pining over the embodiment of fear. Ugh.

Ryuko - Despite rarely being home, their house in Kumogakure is lined with trinkets from her travels, well-loved paperback books, and rose-scented candles. They're a romantic.

Salomé - She always starts her day with a cold brew. This is a habit she picked up while getting her bachelor's degree. Her whole day feels off if this is skipped.

Shane - His hangover remedy is eggs, vintage SNES games, and two advil. He lies to himself and says it works every time.

Tempest - She has been reprimanded more than once for luring new fire ghouls to their deaths. She's not sorry and she will do it again. If they'd stop bringing in those weird, overly aggressive, territorial fire ghouls, she wouldn't have to kill them and pick their bones clean. But they don't listen.

Verastian - While conjugation magic is his forte, his ability with alchemy is nothing to shake a stick at. He offers a fine array of healing potions, fortification elixirs, and if you're willing to wait until his shop closes for the day, he'll sell you the best poisons from the back door.

#muses;; look at all those chickens #infernalpursuit #((oh my god. this took forever lmao)) #((perceive it))

[writhingshyness]

Dining In

The grey, skittering mass crept up Bernard's wall, over his head. Cackling all the way to herself. "Yessshh! Quake! Fear! Sweat! It tenders your supple flesh and whets my appetite!" "You sure you want to eat me?" He trembled. "I-I mean...I've yet to have dinner, myself. Wouldn't you like to fatten me up, first?" "Hrrrmmmm" She crouched, spindly legs crossed, long hair waving in the ambient breeze from the windows, as she hung upside down. She tapped lightly at her gaunt face with her boney finger. Then shot a look at her prey before 'poofing' before him in a pillar of smoke. "Fatten you up? With what? Lamb? Rabbit? Roaches!?" "Why Roaches?" He gagged. "Flavor, duh!" She scoffed with a roll of her black-void eyes. "Why not, uuhh Chinese?" Bernard suggested with shrug of his meaty shoulders. "Chinese? Like, your neighbor, Mr. Chen?" "What! No! Like Beef and Broccoli! Orange Chicken, and-" "You paint the chickens Orange? Sounds weird, Human." Bernard blinked. "Oh you sweet, summer child."

#writhingshyness #microfiction #original fiction #monster girl #urban fantasy #comedy

[duckapus]

So it was kind of weird that the military had a quarantine barrier strong enough to contain Program-enhanced Wonder Effects, Guardian Commands, and whatever Wonder Showtime might have been throwing at it before Marggy came into play, right? I mean, usually it's just the villains that have tech on that level.

Well, that's kind of the point. For far too long the universe has had to rely on scrappy heroes, divine intervention, and plain old dumb luck to fend off near-constant end-of-the-world scenarios, both from local troublemakers and from the various Programs, Viruses, and other Code Entities who happen to have beef with this particular server for whatever reason. Well, Emulator got sick of her NPCs being helpless in the face of all this chaos, especially considering the likes of TV Adware and Mr. L are already ahead of the game, so she decided to level the playing field.

For a while now, she and Lag (with support from the rest of the main Admins) have been collaborating with the Mushroom Kingdom military and Haltmann Works Company, as well as a few other tech-savvy groups in the other SMG Universes (or at least the ones where the SMG stuff is public knowledge) to create their own Code-Level defenses. The quarantine shield was one of the first things created from the project, reverse-engineered from One-Shot Wren's anti-admin signal blocker tech, which was initially recovered from the wreckage of his hideout and locked away by the Admins, and then eventually given to the military when the project began.

They're also working on stabilizers like the one Blotch has, as well as weapon, armor and vehicle designs, most notably Code Ships based on the Guardian Pods' ship forms (the ones seen in the Revelations Arc). Currently they're in the prototype stage for the ships, just retrofitting HWC ships to be able to withstand High-Density Internet Travel, but ships specifically designed for that are coming soon if all goes well. Both smaller transport ships, and larger vessels specced for long voyages, exploration, emergency rescue/evacuation, or yes, even combat. They're also working on something no one's figured out before; developing technology that can purify Anti-Meme energy by studying Hex and Vee's purification abilities and the jury-rigged code fixed on their pod that gave them said abilities in the first place. (just because Susie figured out how to fix that shard's garbled broken mess of code doesn't mean she knows exactly what part of that repair job gave her kids OP healing magic)

Actually, part of why Susie was out of town during the Wonder Arc was so she could check on how certain aspects of the project were progressing at her other facilities. For the most part things were running smoothly, but there was a break-in at their Port Aurora branch. Nothing irreplaceable was stolen at least, but the thief managed to decrypt and copy all files related to the HMG project.

You can probably guess who it was.

#smg4 ocs #au lore #emulator #susie haltmann #lag #haltmann meme guardians #we keep giving the bad guys all the good stuff #it's time for the good guys to catch up #getting to the point of making the big ships would take...probably about as long as it takes for the ccc stuff to kick into gear ;) #it's finally time for me to properly start the MRU-related stuff #tune in...soonish for the TotK Activation post

[kenisle]

rewatched civil war (twice) and damn team iron man was really doomed from the start

tony: driven by rising guilt. goes against previous values and patterns of behavior so he has very little sway with the govt he’s trying to work with. thinks he can convince steve to compromise his beliefs (have you met steve??) just to get what tony wants while unwilling to do the same. also he’s chosen ross as his ally? and doesn’t even think bruce would take his side on the accords/bucky situation? girl if you’re gonna go this hard at least be sure of yourself.

rhodey: already in the government’s pocket. more power with them but less credibility w everyone else.

vision: 2 years old. v little experience with emotions, which are shown to be brought out most strongly by wanda.

peter: 15 years old. how much did tony even tell him? or did he just wave a shiny new suit in front of him?once he sees past the starstruck-ness i highly doubt he’d side w tony. like steve tells him there’s a lot happening that he doesn’t understand and peter’s all “funny mr stark said you’d say that” like yeah girl but uh that doesn’t make it not true lol.

natasha: demonstrably close with steve and others on his team (clint, sam, wanda). defects p much first chance she gets.

tchalla: also defects as soon as he realizes what was really going on. even before then, he clearly only wanted to get bucky, didn’t care abt tony’s mission. realistically prob wouldn’t have submitted to the accords as bp anyway if it wasn’t in wakanda’s best interest. as he should.

meanwhile team cap was SOLID

steve: once bucky’s in danger, it’s over. man’s locked in and will not be stopped by anything short of a bullet to the head. you don’t trust someone without a dark side, tony? this is steve’s “dark” side: his devotion to bucky.

sam: loyal to cap. they may not always agree 100%, but they’ve got each other’s backs. where steve goes, sam goes.

bucky: spends most of the movie running and defending himself bc he’s the main target, but once tony knocks steve down? bucky’s there to stop him and they’re the dream team once more. gets his arm blown off and keeps fighting. to the end of the line.

clint: helping his friends, plain and simple. he believes in the fight, even if he doesn’t seem to take it as seriously as the others (joking around, pulling punches w nat). he gets the job done.

wanda: loyalty most shaky bc of her connection to vision, but she’s also the only one who can overpower him, and she has bonds w clint and steve as well as beef w tony, so she commits when it matters.

scott: happy to be there, backing cap. kinda like sam in catws. “dude captain america needs my help.” total wild card bringing a new power set to the table, which really came in clutch several times in the airport fight. familiar with the flaws of the us justice system and breaking the law to do what’s right. also he made watching the movie way more enjoyable bc he’s comic relief but not in the “smartass sarcastic” way that i’ve gotten tired of. he’s just a goofy dad fighting the good fight with his weird ass contraptions and gizmos. he risked tearing himself in half with a highly experimental maneuver for a distraction. i cannot stress this enough he went full titan mode instead of, say, supersizing a colony of ants, because these guys he just met needed a diversion to avoid being arrested by these other guys he just met (which is what ends up happening to him because he passes the fuck out immediately after)

and while team iron man was backstabbing each other left and right? everyone on team cap was prepared to stay behind and get arrested — insisted on it — so cap and bucky could escape in the quinjet. tony stark you can never again underestimate the power of friendship because it just blew up in your face and demolished your ass.

#kenny posts #kenny rants #belligerent hour #cacw #mcu #captain america civil war #there really is no team iron man because by the end of the movie like half of them have been absorbed by team cap lol #like tony you can’t blame yoko ono (bucky) for your boyband falling apart if it was doomed from the beginning

[half-deadmagicperson]

And He Answered

Chapter 8

This Phic was originally for Phic Phight and wasn't finished during April.

The original prompt was by @erebecula

Warnings: Gorey Stuff, Minor Character Death (if you want to skip all that just stop reading at the squiggles ~)

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  Highschool found Danny in a difficult situation. Although the chances of him getting water on him were low, his bully from middle school charging at him with a water bottle greatly increased those chances. 

  "Hiya Fen-TURD! Ready for a whole new year of wailing?" 

  "Great. I thought highschool was supposed to make us more mature," Danny's mouth ran. The blonde jock tramped closer.

 "If I'm gonna peak in highschool, I'm gonna make the most out of it!" The bully sneered before grabbing Danny by the collar.

  "Whatever you say, Dash," Danny muttered. Dash pushed him up against a locker.

  "Now… What should I do with you? I could punch you! Orrrr I could dump this water on you. Or maybe I could kick ya!"

   Danny held his breath. The blonde retracted his fist. Danny braced for impact. Hey! That was that bad. Maybe being a half mer gave him more dense skin or something.

   Dash came in for a second round. It stung a little, but the pain quickly faded. Huh. Weird.

   The fist came swinging for a third when it was stopped by the slam of a combat boot. the jock yelped. Danny looked over to see Sam crushing Dash's toes with her giant boot.

   "Dash stop being an ass," her bitter tone lacked all sympathy. If there was one thing that Danny knew about Sam, it was that she could be really intimidating, almost scary at times. He never wants to be on the other side of that stare.

  "You got balls talking to me…you…you goth creep!" Dash retorted, poorly concealing his fear. The tension in Danny's shirt eased. His body sagged closer to the floor. Danny took this moment to escape. The rubber of his shoes squeaked on the linoleum as he darted to class.

    "Ah, Mr Fenton I presume?" His middle aged teacher asked as Danny took a seat. Class dragged on with the usual first day icebreakers. Lancer already assigned them three chapters for tomorrow. 

   Danny sulked his way through the halls before spotting Sam and Tucker. His face lightened as the trio walked together to lunch. Danny's giant water bottle bumped against his leg as he approached the lunch line.

  Ahhhhh mystery meat. At least this one slightly resembles a healthy piece of beef. Maybe it's better not to think about it. 

   The trio sat at a table in the far corner of the room. Danny started munching on his beef (?) while Tucker rambled on about his new PDA. Danny's ears picked up the sounds of footsteps. Turning around to investigate, his face met the contents of Dash's water bottle.

   Before Dash could say a word, Danny bolted for the bathroom. He heard the clamoring of jocks tailing him. Red sneakers pivoted on the tile around the corner and into the Janitor's closet. Danny quickly locked the door from the inside.

   Once he found the switch for the light, Danny grabbed some clean rags to dry off. He watched as his scales retracted into his skin. Guess school had a higher risk factor than he thought.

   After double checking his reflection from a metal tray, Danny made his way back to Sam and Tucker. 

    "DUDE!!! What was that back there?" Tucker exclaimed.

    "I thought he was going for another beating so I ran," Danny muttered. The guilt welled in his stomach as he spoke. 

   "This needs to stop. I don't get how Baxter can just get away with this crap!" Sam spat. The three walked into their next class, and Danny slumped into his seat.

   "The teachers don't want to cause conflict with the parents."

  Danny glanced at the teacher scribbling on the board. Tonight he's gotta meet up with Dora to start training. 

     The sound of chalk continued to grind on, but Danny's thoughts were elsewhere. The Ancients had given him a schedule that worked around his schooling. They gave him honors and promised to keep his land dwelling a secret in fear of it causing an uproar.

    Despite being the "Chosen One", Danny has literally no idea what he's supposed to do. He's only fourteen. He should be playing DOOMED not trying to save an entire planet. A shaking shoulder snaps him back to the classroom.

   "Dude you like marjory zoned out," Tuck whispered. Danny's eyes looked up at the clock. They only had five minutes left of class. Danny's notebook was as empty as the board had just become. Hopefully, since it's the beginning of the year, he'll be able to slide by with one day of missing notes.

    The bell rang, and students began to shuffle out of their seats. Sam, Tucker, and Danny walked towards the door. A sudden chill ran up Danny's spine. His head spun around to look through the door frame. Nothing. Must be a draft.

   The rest of the day flew by. On his way to pack up, Danny passed the classroom once again. The chill crawled it's way back up his spine worse than before. Man they really need to fix that.

    The unilluminated classroom drew Danny over to the door. Shouldn't the teacher still be here? His hands pressed against the small, glass window. The form of his teacher sitting in her recliner calmed him down some. Guess she's just taking a nap.

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   Mrs. Johnson had just finished another successful first day class with some of the new freshmen. She smiled as she watched the last teen straggle out. 

    The short teacher made her way to the lab to clean some beakers for the chemistry class tomorrow. The sink water washed over the dishes as she began to scrub. 

   Once the last beaker was placed on the strainer, Alice Johnson walked back to her desk. Time to work on some lesson plans. The hum of the lights and drip of the faucet sounded in the background. The sink must be leaking again. 

   Alice tapped a pen to her chin. Roger was supposed to fix that after last year. She scribbled something into her planner. Drip. Drip. Drip. Alright this is getting annoying! The teacher looked up from her work towards the lab.

    Puddles of black sludge littered the floor. What the hell? Alice's heels clicked on the tile as she walked over to examine the substance. The black ooze shifted and swirled in place. Alice hesitantly poked it. An inky black tendral formed out of the puddle.

   "What are you?" She whispered. The tendral turned towards her. Could it hear her? Did it know she was here? The ooze answered that question by lurching towards her, pushing her violently into her chair.

    The tar absorbed her arm, burning it in the process. Alice went to scream, but nothing came out. The tendral had seared her vocal chords. Tears streaked down her eyes as she watched her skin disintegrate. She looked over at the picture of her late husband. 

  "I'll see you soon."

   She resigned to her fate.

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  The body of Alice Johnson was found the next morning by her homeroom students. The police investigation is still underway. Only her skeleton and bits of flesh still remained. Mrs. Johnson was sent to be buried next to her husband in the Amity Graveyard. 

#danny phantom #dp #fanfiction #mer!danny #and he answered #mermaid au

[the-acid-pear]

Holy shit did I sleep tonight. Lots of dreams. First half was the actual dream then I woke up and I wanted to get up from bed but I was sooooo eepy so I just started thinking of what I'd post here when I woke up as to not forget and that became me talking to my old childhood friend about the dream. Which had both school and family aspects to it. I remember my godfather looked like this cool texan man w big grey beard and big shiny belt and big cowboy white hat and sunglasses and a blue shirt and pants and he had beef w this Mrs. Coomer (there was a Mr. Coomer too btw but I forgot what was up w him) because she deemed he was too rich to be around here and was just pretending to be lower class like the rest of us that he denied. I remember a party where a fight was breaking out because this very same issue right next to me as I looked down and played on my phone. One of the girls I guess Mrs. Coomer's daughter (around my height, chubby, glasses, crosseyed; all things one would deem ugly but I went on a tangent on how I found her pretty <- it was my teen years in dream so I was down bad for whatever woman who spoke w me) was talking w her friends about the difference between the word potence and impotence and she had the meanings mixed up so I clarified it and despite our families quarrel (that she started w an offhand commentary btw and led to the adults fighting) she was like wow thanks! 😁 extremely genuinely.

The rest I didn't get to see twice so it's rather blurry but I remember being in a classroom, but we were also camping. I guess this is where I was w my friend, telling him the story. I remember trying to tidy up the place and finding below the long tables a lot of ppl would sit on little blue pieces of a puzzle. I wanted to find the rest and it led me to a more classroom like place where a guy I also knew from around when I knew my other friend was on his desk with his papers and a different puzzle, whites and oranges it looked like a port, Italy perhaps. I put a leg over him to try reach the other pieces and I did but I also knocked off part of his puzzle and he got rightfully upset. Worth mentioning too this guy wasn't a friend he was the "weird kid" because he had some sort of mental disability so raised as we were we all just thought he was weird Because. He also had poor hygiene that put a handful of ppl off too. Anyway point is seeing him in my dream was strange. His name is Federico, also. This is only for me to remember.

After that I don't remember much. I have this image of an argonian facing back w a big beautiful tail and I remember standing before this huge goddess who was offering me immortality in the form of never aging or never taking damage and I don't remember which one I picked but she pulled a thing at the side of her chest revealing a tiny human like tit (w 3 nipples tho, purple-ish blue pale skin and three dark dots) and so I climbed into her back and layed on her shoulder to her confusion. Then I woke up.

#luly talks #my dreams

[the-demi-jedi]

Luke reads The PROX Transmissions

So the main hero is apparently some kind of genius scientist, but also an absolute trainwreck. Off to a good start.

Stephen must look so absolutely ridiculous walking around with, like, a window shaved in his hair with a number tattooed on his skin. Man should have shaved both side of his head to just look less like a madman, but I also understand that at this point, he doesn't give many fucks about what people think.

This makes me think whether Stephen is based on Dustin or if Dustin is, like, a separate entity in the lore.

The amount of profanity is rather... excessive for a book that presents itself as a sophisticated sci-fi novel.

Seriously tho. There's something so funny about the fact that Starset has exactly 0 curse words in their entire discography while this book has at least one F-bomb per page on average.

"Aston Wise was a drunken asshole." Well, I'm not sure if you're in a right position to judge, Mr. "has sex with students" Browning.

Aston Wise is like Elon Musk if he was as cool as he thinks he is (but man he's indeed an asshole)

TBH I never really understood that "pathetic sopping wet dog man" meme, but I think it could apply very well to Stephen

I like how both Aston and Steven are supposed to be some kind of geniuses yet they seem to share a single braincell

This book can be pretty campy sometimes. And I definitely do NOT mean it in a negative way.

Evil CEO, aka. the most realistic villain

Motherfucker pays his people 37K per year and then [shocked Pikachu face] when they betray him

Regretfully, I have to inform you that not even this book is immune to the "breasted boobily" trope.

So Dana's daughter is Sarah? For a second, I thought it might be Sarah the Sarah aka. the BMI influencer from the "Icarus" video, but that's not consistent with the timeline.

It's incredibly in-character for Aston Wise to think like "What would be the best way to introduce people to a message from the future about the collapse of civilization? LET'S CREATE A KICKASS ROCK BAND AND THEY'RE GONNA PLAY IN SPACESUITS"

One of the book's most bonkers qualities is that it regularly and fluently oscillates between "pulpy, campy thriller feat. suited thugs with guns" and "the deepest, most profound, most thought-provoking shit you've ever read with your two eyes"

It's so funny how Dustin describes himself as kinda politically neutral and yet. The villain is a CEO of a megacorporation. The shady villainous organization is called "Collective of Industrialists" and they're like 0,1% away from being those comical cartoon capitalists with top hats and twirling mustaches. The Message, the very thing Starset is about, can be basically boiled down to "unchecked capitalism can and will cause utter, irreversible collapse of the society". While there are phrases used like "healthy capitalism" (which I'm not sure can exist), the book overall is more left than beef on pizza.

"Jay Bezie, the owner of a major internet retailer" LMAOOOO

"Partick Walman" the author just fucking GAVE UP on being subtle

I'm feeling weird about the concept of the Everything Machine being able to print, like, fully functioning humans. What makes it so that it doesn't just print a lifeless body? Then there's this whole debate about soul / some "spark of life" that can't be replicated. I know the Order are all scientists so they don't give a damn about it, but what if they didn't colonize PROX, but only filled it with some lifeless flesh drones?

Okay so overall, the book ended in a very satisfactory way, but also left enough cliffhangers and loose ends to make you HYPED for the sequel. Also... it raises some questions about the lore revealed in the Divisions/Horizons era. How did Aston become "The Architect"? Does it mean he's evil now, or just a persona non grata for the Order? And what about the takeover of the Starset Society by the Order of Teslonia (which signalled the release of "Horizons")? Does it mean they are one entity now? And what role does Stephen Browning play in all of this? So many questions.

Overall 10/10, a must-read for every serious and self-respecting Starset fan.

#starset #dustin bates #the starset society #the prox transmissions #aston wise #stephen browning

[sw4tch]

u should info dump about smth, anything

(ali my friend my beloved my good time gamer and bestie HIIII!!!! 💕💕💕)

it's not like i don't have topics to infodump about, but the truth is that i feel like you've handed me a mic in the middle of karaoke and now it's my turn (oh god it's my TURN)

also 👉👈 um um i'm not sure if the info i'd be dumping would be NEW or interesting to anyone. why am i overthinking this. "I have no mouth but I must Rant" kinda situation over here.

Like I'd LOVE to infodump about my very, very personal deltarunesona au shenanigans I've been working on for like, a YEAR now- but that feels too PERSONAL to TALK about on my PERSONAL blog, gods forbid I show any kind of Intense Passion i have which might be deemed """""weird"""""

Same goes for my 4 DnD characters (DID U KNOW I RECENTLY FINISHED A WHOLE CAMPAIGN?!?!?! MY FIRST CAMPAIGN and my tiefling paladin got the happiest most lesbian ending possible, hell yeah) bcus i have LOTS of lore for them but i always end up. Not sharing it? Not even with my fellow players on the table bcus man i know they don't really care lol. Like, did u know i have Powerpoints of various lengths talking about them?!?!?!? For at least 2 of them. Eshuu (my most favorite warlock, my goat boy whomst i love deeply) got the 5 star treatment and his powerpoint has 40 slides of content. I JUST LOVE ALL OF MY CHARACTERS and i have been CURSED, cursed I TELL YA to play on tables that don't really. Have that same passion for roleplaying characters (acting wise, u know) or creating OCs. Like cmon guys i thought we all agreed dnd was for repressed theater kids (JOKE)

hmm hmm I MEAN my on rotation rants currently are:

Moon Knight (and why i love it, and why it's one of the best things the mcu has done lately, and WHY I NEVER WANT IT TO CROSS OVER WITH THE REST OF THE MCU with ONE one ONE TINY EXCEPTION. BONUS: THE 2021 RUN RANT BCUS MY GODDDDD!!!! MR JED MACKAY HAS ME ON A FUCKING TIGHT GRIP!!!!!! THAT MAN TRULY IS FEEDING US WITH HIS RUN WHICH IS MARVELOUS AND SO GOOD AND AAAAA IM SO GLAD HE IS WRITING MOON KNIGHT)

Deltarune (just. listen this is MY BEHEMOTH talk about deltarune with me and i will just not shut up. mostly i like to talk about speculation of what will happen on the next chapters and my god. my god, toby fox when will ur brainworms end (never apparently)).

Star wars (THIS IS A SPECIAL ONE. OKAY??? BCUS I BECOME A FUCKING HATER WHEN SOMEONE EVEN BRINGS IT UP. Not because I don't like star wars per se, BUT I HAVE FUCKING BEEF WITH IT AS A FRANCHISE. This all started on the day i was born ON THE DAY they released that last trilogy movie and my life fucking ended. "somehow palpatine returned" I WILL NEVER LET THAT GO, THEY MADE MY BEAUTIFUL MAN OSCAR ISAAC SAY THAT LINE AND NOW HE'S THE FACE OF STAR WARS' SECOND GREATEST NARRATIVE SIN- HOW COULD THEY DO THAT!!!!! WHO WROTE THAT!!!!! FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

I MEAN. I MEAN. I'm always ready to list all of the reasons why i fuckin love Mob Psycho 100 but i don't think that's revolutionary. Everyone is doing it these days. Anyway I am in love with Reigen Arataka and my hot take is that HOW could you not love him. Also the Reigen spinoff is GENIUS bcus it's not even ABOUT him.

This is also a special case but it's not a rant im always ready to make but. Homestuck 2. The epilogues. Krusty from the Simpsons going "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT".gif As I'm sure you'd suspect I have STRONG emotions and OPINIONS about All that mess. What a trainwreck. They did ONE thing right but it did not justify the Clown Show it all was. My god. my god.

The legion of super heroes (and by extension, the CW and Michael fuckin' Bendis): Do you wanna know my complicated relationship with DC comics, my love-hate relationship with it, my love for supergirl, my love for the supergirl series which ENDED UP BADLY and also my deep deep love for one of the most BEATEN AND BRUISED hero teams in modern runs???? My god this rant is for YOU. But all u have to know is that I love Brainiac 5, he's my beloved, and i think my love cursed him to be the most DONE DIRTY character of all time. It is my cross, my burden to bear.

I'd add the magnus archives to that list BUT admittedly I still haven't finished the podcast and I have still a very loose grasp on the concepts they just introduced on s3. BUT. B U T. JUST KNOW. I love Elias Bouchard he's evil and he sucks and he made me listen to the brutal pipe murder of a man and i went "wow :) what the hell is his deal <3"

Well. Well I think that's my infodump about MY possible infodumps. Now that I think about it, i'm not sure if this is the answer u wanted. As in, was ur ask made in response to something else? Literally i dont know why i am once more overthinking about it. ANYWAY ALI ILU AND I'M ALWAYS GLAD TO HEAR FROM U!!!!!!! SORRY I DONT TEXT MORE LIFE IS HECTIC AND WHEN TOO MUCH TIME PASSES I START TO THINK I MIGHT BE BOTHERING PEOPLE, BUT ILU FRIEND!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#wardenalissa #ask box

[takeeachdayonebookatatime]

Why did you elbow me? 187

Achilles Castle part 89

Lemonade and lies PART 32

Castle: pov me and Kate made plans with Alexis and Dave tonight to look at the photos and videos from when Kate was recovering this might be rough for Kate. Doesn't like other people to see her weak and vulnerable.

Ryan: pov it's getting closer to the baby being born. Jenny is finishing the final touches before the baby is born. We still have about a month or two before the baby arrives but Jenny can go into early labor at any time. She will be taking some extra birthing classes since she is almost at the end of her pregnancy and we will be touring some hospitals and birthing centers. I'm going to be working late a few days a week that way when the baby is born I can take longer off. With Kate's health she is our main priority and gets days off first no matter what.

Esposito: pov It's so exciting that I'm going to be an uncle again, me and Lanie aren't ready for kids yet. Let alone marriage. So far my morning is going okay. While Ryan is talking about touring hospitals and birthing centers I can see that  Kate definitely looks a little sad. I ask if she is okay.

Kate: pov yes Esposito thanks for asking, just a little sad because I might not be able to experience those things and it makes me a little sad. I don't want to ruin Ryan's happy moment. What do you boys want for lunch? I have to pick up Castle soon anyway. After taking their orders I head to my office to make some phone calls. I have an appointment with an allergy specialist coming up, my Dr suggested it after I had that bad rash from the pineapple. 

Tanner: pov first we stretch then we can start on your physical therapy. Just a few more steps Mr Castle you're doing amazing. You can take a break for a few minutes, would you like something to drink? I grab him a water bottle so we can get back to it.

Castle: pov Kate walks in and asks how therapy was today, it was great, I can't believe I just said that. Tanner talks with her and tells her how good I did today. Kate has a weird look on her face, hey are you okay she says it's nothing just something stupid. 

Kate: pov I know you have a different injury but.

Castle: pov you can't help but worry or think how easy I have it.

Tanner: pov Kate I understand you have concerns but Mr Castle is doing well and physical therapy is going great. You really have nothing to worry about. 

Castle: pov once in the car I mention to Kate I think you need to talk to Dr Burke about this fear you have about something bad happening to me, also you need to talk to him about looking through the photos and videos better prepare him advance. Since we are doing that tonight. 

Kate: pov I will call him after lunch when I have a few minutes. The boys want subs, so I pull into the sub shop parking lot and tell Castle to wait in the car. It might be easier for me to just run in and pick up the food.

Ryan: pov Kate is back with the food, I ordered the corn beef sub, Esposito ordered a taquito type wrap, Lanie ordered the spicy wrap, and Castle ordered the BBQ sandwich. Kate got a free strawberry smoothie with her healthy sandwich. It's so nice of him to throw in the free smoothie with our food. The 5 of us chat while we eat. Castle mentions that since Jenny is about to have the baby in a month or 2 he suggests that me and Jenny head up to his house in the Hamptons for the weekend. It would be a great family vacation before the baby arrives and you wouldn't have to travel far. If you leave after work on a Friday and return Sunday night or early Monday and come into work later in the day it could work. I like the idea, Castle. I will ask Jenny later.

Kate: pov Esposito is cleaning up the mess from our lunch while I'm on the phone with Dr Burke explaining our plans for tonight. I made an appointment with him for the day after tomorrow during my lunch break. Tonight is definitely going to be hard on me and my dad. He said it would be extremely hard for him to handle but he will be there for me. 

Esposito: pov Kate gave Ryan an hour and a half off to go with Jenny to tour a maternity ward at a hospital nearby. Their last birthing experience was okay but they want to see all of the options. Maybe try something different. Lanie actually delivered Sarah Grace in the back of an ambulance last time so maybe this time a hospital would be nice.

Ryan: pov I pick Jenny up on the way to the hospital,  the traffic isn't so bad on the way there. When I talked to Kate about this she said I could make the appointment during work hours, her and Esposito can cover for me. Thankfully we don't have a case. At the hospital the walk to the maternity ward is short and a woman named Gwen is giving us a tour.

Gwen: pov so this is your second baby, Detective Ryan says yes. What type of birthing plan did you have last time?

Jenny: pov well we were supposed to have the baby at the hospital but Ryan got trapped in a burning building. I wound up having Sarah Grace in the back of an ambulance and Lanie Parish, who is a medical examiner for the 12th precinct, delivered her. Wow this hospital is nice, this might be the place we have the baby. I still want to check out the birthing center. I hear they are amazing. But that will be for another day. 

Ryan: pov I have to get back to work, on the ride back to the precinct I drop Jenny at the house. to be continued. .................

#fanfiction #tvshow #castle #stanakatic #katebeckett #richardcastle #nathanfillion #jonhuertas #javieresposito #lanieparish #tamalajones #kevinryan #seamusdever #jennyryan #alexiscastle #mollyquinn

[julien5-malfunction]

01022024 Holy shit I had 2 dreams tonight.

(It's weird bc ususally I don't remember them)

The first one was the classic 'you need to pee' but I became lucid at the and went to this one dude (who was kinda like Suus from Gravity falls, super helpful and kind) and told him (after shitting myself in the dream) 'Like, dude this is a dream, I need to wake up.' The guy was like, he believed me and knew what he had to do, asked some another gal to come outside with us and then tells the gal 'why don't you find a nice big stone on the ground, would you?'. I start walking away from them and, I think that I was head shotted with said stone, but I did indeed wake up.

The other dream after involved someone I know from real life, I'll call her 'A'.

In this drem I'm in the mental ward but it has some sort of crafting classroom (one of the wards I've been in had something like that). I think I was following a prisoner of some kind who was being escorted there and kept kinda loosely as he managed to rip open a random door on the side of the industrial hallway. The door was to a cleaning closet and now he was commenting that it smelled like cigarettes in there. In the class room were some other peoples projects on a rack, I examined a black top hat and commented that it was actually made by a pro or something. There was this other dude (who lived in the unit at the same time with me, should I just call them mr. V or the 'Beef' bc he pissed me off and we didn't have beef but he was more beefy than me, but also annoying about it. ) mr. Beef was doing something with orange and green yarn there and Miss A was there knitting a black and red /black and pink striped sweater. Don't know where escorted crazy guy went, looking for cigarette buds in the closet, I imagine. The teacher was just like that one old lady who knits everything else but socks an sweaters bc she ain't basic and can probably demonstrate karate if you misbehave. She , goes Well hello there, yeah, just look around and see what you can come up with out of the materials here and I'll help you out if you need anything. I think I started running around the class room or something, I'm not sure... I think I grabbed Beef dudes yarn and run away from him, I had something same coloured was flying next to me as I ran. (that would be something I'd do in real life btw. I'd give it back when they caught me ofc) At some point I talked to Miss A and asked why how'd she end up in the ward and she muttered something that she said something that made the doctor concerned and thought she was insane.

The next thing I remember, I was walking back to the hospital and the ward. But we were out side, on the sidewalk of the road leading back to the hospital, there were tall snow piles next to the roads and I would climb and walk on them as miss A walked neatly on the sidewalk. We chatted something. For some reason I could fly too, but didn't know how exactly yet and when I jumped off the snow piles I would either stay in the air or flop on my face and the ground. At one point miss A says 'I figured you might like me' and stops me on the side walk. I go 'Yeah, so what if I might?' I guessed some one at the crafting class snitched on me. She grabs me thight and says 'Why don't we show it to them, then?', pulls me in for a kiss, but I tilt my head and dodge. 'no no no, I'm nervous' I tell her and I think I heard her say 'you're fainting' as I remember falling to the ground, body went completely numb but I could still see.

I woke up. I dead ass, just had a dream about a girl trying to give me a kiss and I BLACKED OUT. IN THE DREAM. I'm ashamed to admit that it probably took 10 minutes to write down the last few sentences of that bc my body keeps having pretty strong, uncanny reactions to that memory now. ...fuck.

That kinda stirrs something around inside me. I could. use it as an excuse to

do the same thing i did yesterday and

text her.

'Hey! I saw u in my dreams last night, you were knitting a striped sweater in the class room, uwu.'

LEAVE THE REST OUT OF IT.

' How's 2024 been so far? ' idk.

' BTW IG ILY ' no, I... I can't do that... Fuck.

#dream journal #dreams

[crimsonblackrose]

omg the opening of this is fun. This dude broke in and was like “What you’re not worried about me breaking past your security?” And the old man behind the desk was like “Do you know where you are?”

“Game room?” “War room.” and then flicked a switch on his desk and a little tiny miniature cannon shot the guy with poison. 😂

Guess where the antidote was? In a little red cross vehicle. 😂 Eccentric. I can’t wait. This is the guy he hired to kill people too. So of course he doesn’t want him to die.

She showed up and was like “I’m her attorney” but then started fixing her hair... oh they’re sisters. 😅 Based off the intro to this episode I’ve got so many questions. Like why that eccentric old man wants this brunette dead and why he hired a hit man.

“I’ve called the Equalizer” “What I’m not good enough to be your attorney. Fine screw you I’m going to work.” Why is her sister so against it?

“I’ve carefully planned all my moves since college. This shouldn’t have happened.” “Sounds like someone didn’t like one of those moves.” Me: OMG DID HER DAD HIRE A HITMAN TO KILL HIS OWN DAUGHTER?! WHY? (Just guessing no clue)

Girl’s purse is just full of toy soldiers. 😂 “Someone left these on my desk”

Hey Mickey

😂 Girl just threw her whole head back when she rolled her eyes. She hates McCall because they’ve worked on opposite sides before so they have beef. Which explains why she was so against him earlier.

“Let’s sit down.” Sir, she was already sitting. Why’d you make her move? (She was probably sitting at the bar, but still) Also this episode really is going for shots from a distance. It’s doing some fun film things which are mostly sort of filming zoomed in, so we’re looking through foliage at the moment and before through a crowd.

You know what, I appreciate that her move as soon as she got home and saw a small group of toy soldiers in her entry way she very quietly put her bag down, grabbed her gun and flashlight and is tip toeing through her apartment looking for the intruder. Generally I’m very much like Run, escape, save yourself. But her?...nah she’s got this.

That’s a....interesting. So she (brunette) was supposed to go out on a date with the hitman and got stood up, because he’s dead in her sisters bed....uh....this war game dude is weird. Oof imagine, coming home random stranger in your bed, dead, and they arrest you for murdering him and your sister doesn’t believe you didn’t do it because you, in the past have gone after the same man.

This is so weird. They’re playing like historical battle D&D over the phone. Ope, nope they’re setting up a play date.

The excited face of an old man playing with lives because....he’s upset he’s got no one in real life to play with so he’s invited another old man over to play. 😂 (I’m still guessing, no clue)

Mr. McCall I’m sorry but have you been inside this guys room, waiting all posed like this for how long? Like he had to unlock the door to get in so you broke in and we’re just like let me stand in a very specific way and just wait.  This isn’t a real date.

Though this guy looks super happy about it. 😂 Aha yes best play date ever.

Just two old men standing over a model war set nerding out about history. Debating... how the heck do you play this game? Just argue? Because history has a clear win for all of these...so what’s the point? It’s not a reenactment, it’s a game.

Dude was so impressed with McCall. I never learned how you actually play the game. The guy knew it was McCall from the start. Also after learning everything about him and the actual history with the girls...hoo boy. Dude just wanted to avenge his son. Though, not their fault for that one. Other dead guy, yeah.

DOG! One more episode. One more episode left of the Equalizer. I can’t believe it.

#mumbling about shows