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zdysimps · 3 months
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I like how people often say “They never left the desert.”
Meanwhile, I’m over here grieving about the “The ship burns, everything burns.”
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whimsicalitywheee · 2 years
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So what’s your favorite drink?
Ranch Mug  -  Hot sauce mug
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crowcoven · 1 year
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the second I’m done exams I’m starting a silly little modern au where the lannister kiddos are happy and (mostly) get along
This is due to much therapy, modern education regarding hey! Maybe don’t fuck your siblings! and Hey! People sadly die in childbirth, not the babies fault! so they’re dysfunctional but would die for each other and go to brunch to complain about tywin
think umbrella academy except without superpowers 
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musicaldeductions · 24 days
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Who would have thought that I’d ever become a fan of buffalo chicken
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artsy-book · 4 months
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PIZZA AND RANCH ENJOYERS RISE UP!!
LMAO now I can say I know three ^-^
I myself am not a big ranch with pizza fan. but I've had a chicken ranch pizza from pizza hut once that I didnt mind. so with the right pizza I think ranch is good ^-^
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harrysfolklore · 3 months
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tom blyth being obsessed with his girlfriend: a compilation
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this was inspired by @astranva’s famous blurbs, love you and miss you novs <3
MASTERLIST | MY PATREON
It seemed like the entire world was crushing on the same man: Tom Blyth
Unfortunately for those who watched The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes and came out of the theater in love with the man who played Coriolanus Snow, he was happily taken and loved to talk about his girlfriend any chance he got, which lead to fans making several compilations about the times he was a simp over his girl.
The most popular video was a 10 minute and 33 seconds compilation, which had around 445k views.
It started with Tom's interview with Good Morning America to talk about Billy the Kid, the interviewer asking about how he prepared for the role.
"It was during the pandemic, like any actor during that time I was just hoping that the world came back to normal so I could start making a cent," everyone in the set laughed at this, "I was living with my girlfriend YN in a barn house and we were like chopping wood every morning and visiting my friend's ranch. So when I got the part I kinda felt like I was ready for it."
"Your girlfriend, you say," one of the interviewers said making Tom smile right away, "Did she help you prepare for the role too?
"Of course she did, she's my biggest supporter ever."
The video moved to show some behind the scenes of Songbirds and Snakes footage, Tom dressed in his peacekeeper costume and dancing around while Rachel recorded him.
"See this moves?" he got closer to the camera, "I used them to charm my girlfriend."
"And I doubt they worked." Rachel laughed behind the camera.
"She loves me so I'm pretty sure they did."
The next thing shown was Tom sitting next to Hunter as they did an interview for Rolling Stone, the crew just asked about their thoughts on Olivia Rodrigo's single for the movie.
"I love Olivia Rodrigo," Hunter cheerfully said, throwing her arms up to the air, "The new album is so good."
"I'm a big fan as well," Tom joined in, "My girlfriend YN, she's obsessed with her, plays her songs all the time."
"Just so everyone knows, YN is like the coolest person ever," Hunter said, making Tom smile, "She brought us snacks on set so many times, such an angel."
"She's the best."
The following footage was Tom and Rachel's rapid-fire questions with Vogue.
"Can you guess where this is from?" Rachel asked holding up a card that showed a zoomed in picture of a suit.
"That's my Prada suit from the London premiere," Tom asked confidently, Rachel confirming that he was correct, "My girlfriend YN loved that suit, that's why It's one of my favorites."
"Oh I miss YN."
"So do I, so do I."
Next clip was Tom's interview Stephen Colbert, who just asked him if he was a fan of the books growing up.
"I was such a huge fan, I grew up watching the films. My mom and sister used to go to opening weekends to see the movies," the audience cheered at that, "Actually, for my third date with my girlfriend I took her to see the last movie, so getting to play a young president Snow is a real honor."
The video quickly moved to show the lat clip, one of Tom's interviews at the London premiere of the movie.
"Are you here on your own? No date?" The interviewer said once Tom finished answering the previous question.
"I'm here with my girlfriend, actually," his face beamed as he spoke, "She's probably somewhere taking selfies with Hunter, those two are like best friends."
"Is she close to your cast mates?" the interviewer asked again.
"Definitely, they try to steal her from me and I can't blame them, she's the best."
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Pizza Delivery
T/M (recreational drug use, language) no upside down AU but still the 80s. Pizza, the Party, meet cute (re-meet cute?) Just a lotta cute.
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Part Four
Part Five ✨️complete✨️
Eddie didn’t love having to do this.
He’d much rather make his money the fun way, the illegal way, the way police Chief Hopper made very clear that the next time he was caught in the act a warning and weekends worth of community service wouldn’t be the only repercussions.
So Eddie was on a temporary drug dealing hiatus.
Reefer Rick was surprisingly understanding and still agreed to sell to Eddie for personal use in his trying time of need.
Wayne had thrown out numerous suggestions and all of them sucked. Epic proportions of suckage.
I mean Eddie ringing up groceries? Even in the scenario where he was hired it would be boring as fuck and he’d have to encounter the exact types of people that made his day to day existence in Hawkins less than ideal. He had some basic mechanic experience but the closest auto shop was owned by a man who genuinely thought Eddie ran a satanic cult.
He applied to a music shop outside of town and the local library, who now employed his former middle school teacher. She had let him down gently before he had a chance to turn in his paltry excuse of a résumé.
It was over a week and Eddie needed to be making some sort of income. Gas didn’t pay for itself, he and the guys used his van to go play shows, and he had stepped up to help Wayne with the utilities on his second go at Senior year so he wouldn’t feel like a failure and a freeloader.
He laid in front of the high-speed fan on Gareth’s bed holding his arms up to better cool him down and whined about his conundrum, “I’ve literally applied to multiple places Gare- not even the fucking hardware store would hire me!” Eddie complained as he flopped his arms back down.
“The owner said something about his daughter being a pot head because of me. ME?! Like sir, listen to yourself, I’m sure you contributed a hell of a lot more than I did in her wanting to smoke up to chill out.” Eddie made his point by sitting up and re-packing the glass bowl on Gareth’s bedside table.
“Are you even listening to me, man?” Eddie said as he exhaled a sloppy succession of smoke rings.
Gareth huffed out a laugh, “I mean, yeah? Blah blah blah, getting a job is hard, yadda yadda?”
Eddie snorted at him and handed over the bowl, “Fucking delinquent.” He muttered and smiled as Gareth laughed out his toke of weed.
Gareth snapped him fingers and set down the piece, “Jeff said his work needed more drivers!”
Eddie let his body slowly melt off the bed and laid down like a boneless corpse on Gareth’s bedroom rug, “Fucking pizza delivery?”
Jeff walked into the room with a bag of Cool Ranch Doritos and Sprite, “What’s wrong with pizza delivery, Edward?”
Eddie smooshed his face against the rug and breathed out a long winded, “Fuck…” As both his closest friends laughed at him.
Jeff slapped him on the back, “Dominic is desperate; besides you can be a little stoned at work, no one will know the difference.”
The metal head pushed himself up to a seated position and made grabby hands at Jeff to pass him the bowl. He lit up the remaining weed in place and watched it blaze for a moment before inhaling a deep full-bodied breath. He held it as Jeff and Gareth chattered about who the better drummer was John ‘Bonzo’ Bonham, Ginger Baker of Cream, or Phil Collins.
Eddie frankly did not care, “Fuck it.”
He stood up as the other boys watched, “Looks like I’m gonna go talk to Dominic.”
“Dude, I said you could be a little stoned you look zooted. Chill for a minute then go talk to him tonight. Like I said he’s fuckin’ desperate.” Jeff said as he relaxed into the pillows and munched away on the Doritos.
Eddie sunk down to the floor and rested his back against Gareth’s bed, “It’s Bonzo by the way, numbskulls, he’s definitely the gnarliest drummer. I mean come on- Led freaking Zeppelin.”
Gareth pushed his head as they devolved into a half-assed slap fight before Grant walked in and tossed on the newest cassette he had come across at a record store his older brother frequented. It was a debut band called Megadeth, the four of them vibed to the tunes of the album Killing is My Business…and Business is Good as they let the weed do it’s work.
Jeff had been right, Dominic was desperate for drivers and Eddie had a van and a half decent attitude so he agreed easily and put him on a shift that night.
Eddie knew the area well from living in Hawkins, but also better knowledge of side streets and some off the beaten path places due to his original entrepreneurial endeavors. He delivered to four houses and had his signature long hair shoved under a ‘Hawkins Hot Pies’ hat. It made him feel slightly less recognizable on the rounds, especially when he pulled up to a home in a nicer subdivision.
He returned to the restaurant to pick up a final round of deliveries, feeling accomplished with the tips he had gotten along the way- not nearly as lucrative as his dealing days, but not awful for a Saturday night.
It was easy, he could jam to his own music, take a toke or two en route- it wasn’t the worst available option. His last stop was a little further out in the town limits.
He pulled up the long drive to the more secluded home and rang the doorbell. It wasn’t the most well-lit porch but he caught the address and knew it was the right place, he could hear some excited yelling and the door beginning to unlock, “El, wait- I’m watching you girls tonight I’m gonna get the door, okay?” He heard a petulant fine drawn out before the door opened.
Steve ‘the Hair’ Harrington stood before him with glitter on his cheeks and a scrunchie holding back his usually voluminous hair in a Pebbles style ponytail atop his head.
Eddie almost choked.
He coughed out to cover his laugh, “Pizza delivery.” He said only a little dumbfounded as his wide dark eyes trailed over Harrington’s face, was that mascara he had on?
Two girls peeked around him, one with short hair and a red head he vaguely recognized as a new addition to the trailer park he and Wayne resided. The red head poked the glittery boy hard in the side. He swatted her hand away with an annoyed Ouch, Max- before stepping out to the porch and semi closing the door behind him.
“Uh, yeah, how much again?” He asked Eddie.
Eddie knew for certain this wasn’t Harrington’s place he had sold drugs at a handful of Harrington parties in Loch Nora. Rumors had swirled about him through Eddie’s time in Hawkins High and now? How the mighty had truly fallen. He looked hilarious. A traitorous part of Eddie’s brain supplied that he also looked kind of cute. All annoyed and less than expertly made-up wasn’t a bad look on the guy. Was that lip gloss too? Eddie willfully forced his line of sight back up to Harrington’s amber eyes.
It was just a large cheese pizza, “It’s gonna be seven-fifty.” Eddie said as Harrington dug in his back pocket for his wallet.
He pulled out a ten and handed it to Eddie, “Keep the change, man.” He said softly as one of the girls shrieked out a giggle.
Eddie smirked at him, “Ya got a little something...” He trailed off and pointed to his own cheek.
It was hard to tell in the dim summer evening but Eddie swore Harrington’s cheeks burnt a deeper pink at the comment. He held tight on the pizza box, “Oh, yeah, fucking babysitting. And y’know sometimes you just-“ He was cut off by the door being opened again.
“Jesus Steve, you’re the one who needs babysitting. Get back in here me and El are starving.” The red head lamented dramatically as Steve made a face at Eddie.
“Please don’t repeat…” He trailed off and gestured to his face.
Eddie burst out laughing, “Your secret’s safe with me King Steve.” He managed to say.
The red head narrowed her eyes at him, “Better do as he asks, I know where you live, dweeb.”
The short haired girl popped up behind her and gave him a stony faced look, “Steve looks pretty.” She said in a deadly tone.
Eddie straightened right up, kids were terrifying, “Yeah, yeah of course! You look like a princess, man. The prettiest. Enjoy the pizza!” Eddie said as he rushed off for self-preservation.
Steve ushered the girls back in the house feeling wrong-footed and embarrassed, “Here’s your pizza you fucking menaces.” He griped at them as they sat down at the table.
Max bit into a piece and twisted the line of gooey cheese around her pointer finger she studied Steve’s still lingering discomfort, “You do look pretty. Your lashes are super long. Thanks for letting me and El practice on you.”
Steve rolled his eyes but didn’t have it in him to stay mad, “Any time, well not really any time but, y’know it was actually kinda fun.”
Eddie was just getting ready to turn the ignition on his van when Hopper’s police Blazer pulled up the driveway next to him.
He knocked on the window for Eddie to roll it down, “I swear I’ve been super legit Hopper, like this is my first night! I’m working an honest job!” He started rambling off.
Hopper chuckled at the other man’s discomfort, “No need to freak out Munson, this is my home and I’d appreciate that stays on the down low.”
Eddie nodded his head, and let the thoughts swim around in his slightly stoned brain, did Hopper have a daughter?
“You got it Chief.” He said and saluted.
Hopper huffed out an exasperated noise, “Be good, kid.” He said as Eddie started up the van and headed back to the shop to clock out.
The drive back had the same image popping up in his mind, he wasn’t even that high, but Steve Harrington had definitely opened the door with make-up on and a scrunchie in his hair.
What a wild sight.
The girls had been right too, he had looked pretty.
Eddie had always loathed how attractive he found Harrington, but tonight? He wanted to lick the gloss from his lips. Super normal, Eddie thought to himself. He shook it off, he’d barely seen the guy around since he graduated. He could avoid him. Eddie was sure it wouldn’t be a problem now.
I'm going to continue this just some fun flirting/friendship/getting together vibes. I'll use the hashtag PizzaSteddie for this one if you wanna follow along. 🥰
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soulrph · 9 months
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chaotic unhinged lines from 2022-2023 (prompt edition).
basically in 2021 i made a list of prompts inspired by lines in tiktok videos and instagram reels that made me laugh so hard i cried! and now i have returned with another list! these may provide an alarmingly clear image of what my sense of humor is (aka broken) but i figure a little levity is always a good thing! more prompts are forthcoming, but in the mean time: bon appetit!
knowledge has always chased you, but you've always been faster.
no... no, that was mango apathy juice. from the farmer's market.
of all these people, you are the one i understand the least. i want to get to know you better, but like, not that much better.
i-i will CHEW YOUR MEAT!! WHAT are you doing?!
ooooh god, no, you wouldn't be long getting frostbit!
you are evil. like a hobbit.
WHY MUST YOU FAIL ME SO OFTEN?!?!!?
i have had a perfectly wonderful evening, but this wasn't it.
AHEM!! fill my cup.
may god ignore you like you ignored my greetings.
i will avenge you mister van gogh.
call off work bestie, we need you to solve a murder. here's fifteen dollars.
you're not in love. you may think you are, you dumb fuck, but you're not.
go ahead and put the ranch away.
sadly, "hopefully" doth butter no parsnips.
forget school, i want to be an italian sandwich.
you shouldn't skip work, you are a lawyer and he is a hamster.
you can stop roleplaying now. you're free.
her coupon game was so fucking raw.
i'm sorry guys... he's making a salad.
you could get a straight guy here if you learned to make a good pasta. i'll teach you how to make a risotto that'll get you married and out of my basement.
hey, do you want me to get together a plate of roast beef and hide it in our room so we can have night meats?
it's not the most ethical thing in the world, but in a pinch you can hand off a cursed object to basically any baby.
no, children, you're wrong. once upon a time, there was a piece of wood.
and i'm not saying she deserved it, but i am saying that god's timing is always riiiiight.
hydrate or die-drate, ya DICK!
why did the monkey fall out of the tree? because it was DEAD.
new york city is a fictional place written up by someone with a sinister mind and a knack for comedy.
this is grindr my guy.
wait, i didn't finish teaching you the difference between human and wolf anatomy.
it's time to tell your grandmother that she was wrong. do not be afraid.
vanilla vodka... you fucking child.
without ash to rise from, a phoenix would just be a bird getting up.
you are fucking alive. do what you want.
why are you cradling me like a baby, friend? this isn't how guys of my generation hang out.
i hope a hedgehog shits in your cereal, you difficult person.
you know, i am not as mean as i would like to be. and i think people should appreciate that more.
see, i am not a kangaroo.
well, i'd like to help, but... you see... not as much as i'd like not to.
rest in peace you fucking onion fairy.
when god sings with all his creations, will a turtle not be part of the choir?
i fight for a seat in heaven, every. single. day.
map maker? can you find me somewhere on the map where this big man thinks he's the king?
you bald-headed demon...
so... there are 24 million pigs in australia... and 24 million people... so if you ever feel lonely, there's like, a pig out there that's sort of your cosmic twin.
remember, alcohol is god's apology for making us self-aware.
i'm straight!! stop CONFUSING me!!!!!
you guys want something to eat? because... i know we'll die if we don't eat.
he is a BIBLICALLY gorgeous man. i wanna feed him grapes. i wanna fan him with the frond of a date palm from the forests of Lebanon. i wanna find the alabaster vial of perfume oil that one woman broke for jesus and comb it through his hair. like... he's stressing me OUT.
i'm not sad! i'm freaking HUNGRY!
maybe, if we wait a little bit longer, a fuck will fall into my hand, and i can give it to you.
it's not my fault you thought you lived in this IKEA.
let's leave my mother out of this.
jason may kill people but he's not bad enough to kick a dog.
i run for LUMP!
oh no, i'm all out of caring, baby!
you don't think it mcbe that way... but it mcdo.
what is this enticing bowl of white?
serious question, do his nipples sparkle?
what in the reese's peanut butter fuck is going on here?
if your parents don't buy it, stop loving them!
i just hope you know just how much you've decreased productivity today.
that was poetry at its FINEST.
and if you let that motherfucker shenan ONCE, you best believe they're gonna shenanIGAN!
may god bless the dinosaur that died to make the fossil fuel that was treated to become petrol in the car that took her mom to the hospital to give birth to her.
that's modern milk for ya. what a time to be alive.
you have attachment issues. please fix it.
remember when people had secrets? we should bring that back.
the moon landing was an elaborate marriage proposal.
i don't like the cobra chicken.
i didn't know eggs were this expensive? it's time to lay my own, i fear.
so you're saying the reason i don't have a girlfriend is because i'm not a big enough threat yet.
god gave him a top lip, that's why he's so powerful.
it's a common mistake, but frankenstein was actually the author.
i finally got a pocket-sized diary!!! also i don't get the concept of life.
if a beautiful woman disagrees with me, i will immediately change my view. i've no principles.
how did you all end up married to such boiled potatoes?
if so much as one tear drops from their eye... i will slap you back into your mum.
you are ringing a phone that does not like to be rung.
look how Dr. doofenschmirtz had a fucked up childhood but didn't project his trauma onto his teenage daughter. he projected it onto a platypus.
it is mathematically impossible for you to get a wedgie.
i'm breaking up with you. i love you, it's just... i don't think you could protect me from a mummy.
if you can't do fractions....... you will fucking die.
that's right; in the year 1791, all of our bottoms were killed in a Big Bottom Massacre.
people always assume i'm mean. like CAN you BELIEVE THAT CRAP?! like WHAT would make you think i'm MEAN?! I'M THE NICEST PERSON ON THE PLANET!
the chocolate milk is strikingly overpriced and at the same time very easy to steal; another of god's little tests.
someone's gotta tell the waiter that i ordered mashed 'taters and it sure as shit ain't gonna be me.
if i had a week i couldn't list all the reasons that wouldn't work.
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sunlightmurdock · 6 months
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Like This Forever | 0.1 | J. Seresin
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You’re thinking of the past, right as the future is about to change forever.
Warnings: accidental pregnancy, childhood friends to lovers, country singer!Jake, smut, pining, blissful ignorance, other warnings to follow. wc: 3k (18+ minors do not interact)
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A U G U S T 1 9 7 4 / F E B R U A R Y 1 9 9 1
Driftwood — small town southwestern Texas, situated in Lockheart County. Springs, stony hills, and steep canyons. It’s good land, occupying a tiny patch of earth in the middle of the Edwards Plateu. That’s what they all say: good land, good soil. Large acreages of wheat for miles around, grown annually for harvest and winter through spring livestock grazing. The remaining two-thirds of the region is rangeland devoted to cattle ranching. Ranches in this region often seem older than the landscape itself. Lockheart County’s livestock industry is nationally appreciated, it was, even back then. Ranches here are huge, they’ve been there for generations. The town of Driftwood, itself, sits in a valley. It holds on to the people who settle there just like it holds onto the weight of that thick, summer heat all through the day. So hot that even the trees bend and furl like they’re seeking shade too.
Back then, Driftwood was even smaller than it is now. Post Office, Church, two schools, a fleet of locally owned stores on Main Street and a few other buildings for the fathers who weren’t ranchers or ranch hands to work.
On that day in early August, most of Driftwood’s thousand person population were nestled amongst the pews of St. Augustine’s Church, just outside of town. It’s a mile and a half from Main Street, and a mile and a half from the furthest fence on the Seresin Ranch. Their house is a sprawling thing that Bill’s grandfather had built — they haven’t got that kind of money now, and they didn’t on that morning in August. They’ve got three boys, who were squirming around the front pew, melting into the aged wood below them in their smart white button ups. They’ve got another boy too, standing behind Pastor James, holding a processional candle.
Jake’s their youngest. He was nine back then. Small for his age, especially when you stood him next to his brothers and their broad shoulders and long legs. His hair was beyond blond, lightened from the sun. His cheeks dusted with brown freckles and his eyes always narrowed into a type of John Wayne kind of squint. Jake loved John Wayne back then. He loved the cowboys on his bed sheets, and the fact he could see the cattle from his bedroom window. All he wanted back then was a pistol on his hip and a one-way ticket to El Dorado.
Mary-Lynn Seresin grew up in Driftwood, just like her husband had. She had known Bill since she was a little girl, and she had always known that she would marry him one day. Her nails were polished pink that day, sitting pretty atop the procession card as she fans herself with it. Two pews behind, you could still see a droplet of sweat bead from her neat blonde hairline and trail into the collar of her blue polka-dotted Sunday dress.
On that particular Sunday, the fans had packed up and stopped working. So, all six hundred of you who could make it out to St. Augustine’s we’re trapped in there — not just with Pastor James’ storytelling, but with the thick heat pressing down on the entire valley feeling like it had all been shut in this one room with the rest of you.
At the front, Jake Seresin’s cheeks were red, his hair was beading with sweat and his scarecrow, twig-like arms were trembling around the cross. He struggled with its weight and you had watched his green eyes flash out towards the crowd, briefly landing on his mother. Mary-Lynn gave him a proud nod. Bill was staring at the stagnant ceiling fans above their heads. You, were staring right at Jake.
Eight years old yourself, just eight weeks younger than Jake is, you have known that little grass-stain your entire life. In fact, Mary-Lynn and your mother found out that they were expecting just days apart. They had been in the same high school grade as girls, had married men who were good friends, and back then your mother had worked in the town’s hair salon five days a week. They grew very close through their pregnancies. Your mother was the first one to send flowers when Mary-Lynn went into labour a month and a half early.
Jake’s John-Wayne-Squint deepened through the heavy air, watching you like you were both about to draw pistols and settle this like men — right in the middle of Pastor James’ final verse. Your pigtails and your white Sunday dress weren’t fooling him. His robes and the heavy cross in his hand weren’t fooling you. Clearly following his brother’s gaze, Daniel Seresin turns and peers at you over his shoulder. He’s the closest in age to Jake, but he’s still five years older. Thirteen then and too grown up for childish squabbles like those, he just turned back to the front and shook his head.
The first three of the Seresin boys were all born within three consecutive years. Matthew, Noah and Daniel. They’re each tall like their mother, blonde like her too, and have inherited their father’s linebacker shoulders. Noah was fourteen and about to be a freshman in high school. After he fixed the chain on your bike at the beginning of summer, you were full-blown head-over-heels in love with him back then. You thought you were anyway.
Jake, however, had been in your class since Kindergarten and you had been forced to share your toys with him for even longer than that.
His arms trembled before you and your mouth had twitched. Neither one of you was listening to the service. It was almost over. Just a few more minutes until Pastor James wrapped up and the people of Driftwood and poured out of this sauna and out into the dry, morning sun.
Quickly, you shot a look at your mother sitting at your side. She was listening intently, staring right ahead with her neatly steamed clothes and her hair-sprayed hair. You’ll always remember the heavy smell of her rose-scented perfume. Every time you inhale it, you’re sitting at the foot of her bed, watching her fix her face in her vanity. Then, you looked to your father on the other side of you. Exactly the same. Pleased, you turn your attention back to the youngest Seresin boy.
Scrunching your nose, you had sat forwards just slightly and stuck your tongue out at him. Quite the diss back then. Jake’s green eyes had widened, sweat beading down his back under his white shirt and his service robes.
Driftwood is a safe place. It’s a fantastic town to raise children. The schools aren’t overcrowded and cars don’t speed through the centre of town. Country roads are a different story. But no one bats an eyelid, especially not back then, when their children are out of sight.
Mary-Lynn was busily detailing the events of her dinner party that coming Saturday to a group of women that are invited. She’s quite the hostess still. Your mother stood amongst them. Neither one of them were concerned about where their children were in the slightest. Until, that is, the sounds of muffled screaming filled their ears. The mothers of Driftwood rush to the commotion in their kitten heels and pretty dresses. Your mother was the first around the corner. She would recognise the sound of her baby’s screaming anywhere. But you weren’t the one in trouble. As usual, you had been causing it.
Your white dress grass-stained and muddy, dirt under your fingernails and covering your formerly white, frilled socks. You were kneeling. You haven’t yet noticed the crowd of women rushing in your direction. You’ve got Mary-Lynn Seresin’s youngest son pressed into the dirt, kneeling on his back and twisting his arm uncomfortably behind him.
“Say Uncle!” You demanded.
“You’re so dead! Get off!” Jake struggled under you, screaming with all the force that his growing lungs would allow. His voice must have been audible across the entire valley with how he was hollering. Freckled cheek pressed into the dirt, his white shirt was destroyed and he was in the middle of ruining his shoes with how he was scrambling for purchase in the dried dirt.
Quickly, your mother had grabbed you under your arms and hauled you off of the boy, spinning you to face her.
“What do you think you’re doing young lady?”
“He started it! — He said my dress was ugly!”
“It is ugly, you look like a girl!” Jake huffed from behind you as he had stumbled onto his feet and taken a look down at his church clothes. Slowly, he had lifted his gaze to look at his mother. Sullen and worried looking, he began to pout. It wasn’t working. Mary-Lynn had raised three boys by then, she knew when they were trying to play innocent.
The thing about growing up so close together, is that approaching double digits was a confusing time. It was around that age that your mother began to put her foot down when it came to all of those tom-boy activities. Girls might roughhouse and come home with holes in their jeans and mud on their faces, but young ladies didn’t. The dress was her idea.
Jake’s comment had been passing, just a whisper as his family had headed into church ahead of yours, but he was right — you did look like a girl. Back then, that wasn’t a compliment coming from him. So, you had cornered him outside and pummeled him into the dirt. Fair is fair.
“Mary-Lynn, I am so sorry about her — send me the dry-cleaning bill. I’m sorry, we should go.” Your mother had sighed in a hurry, frowning down at your ruined clothes, then looking towards Jake’s. You’ll always remember the smile on Mary-Lynn’s face after. Not pity, because she knew you were in a lot of trouble for this. Just fondness. She had gently patted your mother’s forearm and shaken her head.
“Let’s finish our chat. They’re already filthy. Let them play.”
Looking up at her, you hadn’t understood why she was siding with you back then. You had just almost broken her son’s arm for sport. As you grew, Mary-Lynn Seresin was always on your side. In her kitten heels and dresses, she remembered being a dirt-covered little girl once too. No one was telling her son that it was time yet, to be a man. There’s no harm in letting you be young a little longer.
Your mother had looked uncertain, but people in Driftwood always looked to Mary-Lynn for advice. She had somehow managed to keep four boys in line perfectly, her parenting expertise was studied by those around her. Finally, she had given you a brief nod.
You remember spinning on the delicate almost-heel of your church shoes, rounding on Jake, ready to brawl. You have no clue where the stick came from, but he was armed when you had turned around — but Jake always fought fair. He tossed you a stick of your own and took aim. Green eyes narrowed, he was trying to look down his freckled nose at you, but you were taller then.
“She’s gonna marry that boy someday.” Mary-Lynn Seresin had huffed with a wistful smile, watching the mud-caked children tear off through the field once again. This time, with sticks in hands and violent intent plastered across their dirty faces.
You’re not eight anymore. Jake’s not nine. This time of the year, you both happen to be twenty-six. You aren’t trying to kill him with a stick anymore either. You’re sitting at your favourite bar in Driftwood — there are four now — watching your best friend up on stage. He’s always confident. He has been since he hit that growth spurt when he was twelve. Since then, Jake has been unstoppable. But on stage is when he really shines.
The Dark Star feels like an old bar. It’s packed every Friday night. It smells like malt and smoke and Jake’s been playing here every Saturday since he was seventeen. This is the last time that it will ever be like this, and you don’t even know it yet. Jake’s in the middle of an original. People around here know him, they know his music. They might not get all the words right, but he always gets people singing.
Jake isn’t small for his age now. He grew into his nose, and he inherited those big shoulders, his skin’s tanned from his days out at the ranch. He’s strong and funny and kind. Sometimes it catches you off guard, when you turn your head and find a man in place of the little boy you once knew.
You’re in a booth, talking numbers. It turns out that you had inherited your mother’s knack for business strategy, and Jake’s way with words had rubbed off on you long ago.
You don’t look like the little girl Jake had once known either. If he was concerned about you looking like a girl before, then you can only imagine how dismayed he must be when he looks at you now. Breasts and everything.
“It’s more than potential, Stu — you saw how crazy people were for him when he was opening for The Ashford Band.” You tell him, fingers curled around a brown glass bottle. This is already settled, the deal is already done. You knew from the second that he walked in that you had Stu Adler suckered.
This is a deal that you’ve been mulling over for a couple of months now. Getting Jake on his first headline tour. His debut album came out last week and it’s doing well, but the record label is tiny and the publicity deal is even smaller. Jake’s making pennies compared to other people in his genre, but you’re about to change all of that.
“Six months is a long time on the road. It’s a different lifestyle,” Stu’s dishwater grey eyes flicker briefly up from the plunging neckline of your top to meet your gaze. He’s an older man, with a once successful career in Los Angeles. Now, he spends his time scrounging small towns for talent. He’s just a stepping stone in your plans for Jake. “You’re sure he can handle it?”
Stretching your legs out, you scoff incredulously at the accusation as Jake’s last song dwindles behind you. The beer bottle is cool against your lips. Stu swallows, watching your lips purse around the rim to drink. You know he’d die for the chance to get his wrinkly, old dick in your mouth — it’s why Jake’s about to get the best deal of his life.
“Jake? — Of course.”
“Can you?” Stu asks. The light on you for once makes you cringe. Even so, your poker face doesn’t falter. Calmly staring across the table at him, a small smile on your face. “Y’know, he’s going to need a manager that I can rely on. I.e. — one that he won’t dump, sweetheart.”
This only makes your smile grow. “Jake is like a brother to me. You don’t have to worry about a thing.”
It’s that lie that secures the deal. Six months, a hundred and sixty dates across the US. Mostly small venues, but it’s his first headline tour — and it’s all because of you. Because of that one little white lie. Letting Stu think that he’s got a chance with you. Letting him think that you’ve never fucked Jake.
You have. Twice, already by this point. Once, after senior prom. Your date was an asshole and his was cruel. You’d parked his truck out in the west pasture of the Seresin ranch and got a little too drunk under the stars, and wound up with your legs hiked up over his shoulders. The second time was Thanksgiving two years ago. Your family joined his. All of his brothers have fiancés or wives now. Sharing Jake’s bed in his childhood home that night, neither one of you was drunk. You were just lonely, and maybe bored.
Tonight, there are a couple of different factors at play. Sure, by the time that you and Jake collapse down onto that red, velvet couch in the Dark Star’s ‘dressing room’, you’ve had plenty to drink. You’re not quite as lonely as you were that thanksgiving, though.
You turn your head and he’s grinning at the ceiling, chest heaving from the energetic final song. His arms stretch along the backs of the couch, his eyes closed for a moment. You watch him silently.
“You’re incredible.” Jake’s half-cut on an unhealthy mix of tequila and vodka, but smiling, eyes still shut, chin still pointed towards the sky. He gives his head a small shake. “A hundred and sixty dates.”
A smile plasters itself across your lips. As drunk as you are, it’s nice to be complimented for your hard work. “Yeah, we’ll see if you still think I’m so incredible when you’re living off of burgers and beer and still have eighty shows to go.”
The smell of cigarettes lives within the fibre of this room. Part of the furniture, nestled amongst the cracks in the red painted walls. There’s the couch that you’re sitting on, and an illuminated vanity against the far wall, and then a coat stand. It’s not much of a dressing room, but it’s fine.
You just wish it would stop spinning.
“I mean it.” His fingers rest atop your denim clad thigh, patting platonically. You hear him sigh from beside you. He squeezes at the supple skin under his hand. “Thank you.”
“Jake… since when do you have manners?” You ask him. Both of you are sitting with your eyes shut on this old, probably dirty, velvet couch. It’s five in the morning. The two of you might have gone a little overboard with celebrating. Wayne Mayhew, the owner of the Dark Star might have threatened to kick you both out of his bar if you didn’t finally get off of his damn stage ten minutes ago.
But there’s a high buzzing between the two of you that feels electric. Wordlessly, you know Jake feels it too. That this is the last night. Here, in this shitty hometown bar. Everything is about to change. After this tour, nothing will ever be the same again — for either of you.
Jake’s thumb trails back and forth in just one small pattern, reminding you that it’s there on your thigh.
It’s been on your mind all day, for no reason at all. That Sunday in August in 1974. Your ruined church dress and the fat bruise on Jake’s cheek the next day when you had seen him at the market. The start of it all.
Those late night drives and all the evenings you studied together. Jake’s football games and his band practices — back when he had thought he wanted to be in a band. Him drying your tears and making you laugh. Growing up together, talking for hours and hours about all of the possibilities. This was everything Jake had ever wanted, and he’s thanking you.
Your eyelids weigh double what they normally do — heavy as you blink open your eyes and turn your head. This time, he’s looking across at you. The tips of his fingers brush the inseam of your blue, low-rise jeans. His face is calm, he isn’t saying anything and he’s far from doing anything either.
Scrunching your nose, you poke your tongue out at him. Across the couch, Jake lifts his brows. The corner of his mouth twitches. He’s got stubble now. Stubble, and chest hair and an Adam’s apple. But that look, that glint in his eye that’s just daring you to try him has always been the same.
Jake’s fingers twitch, pressing into the soft flesh of your inner thigh. Dim lighting, fifteen year old red paint on each of the four walls, and that perpetual cigarette smell — it’s hardly a romantic fantasy. And this is far from a good idea.
But it’s Jake. Confident, loud Jake who gets shy when he’s around someone he really likes. Funny, smart-mouthed Jake who under it all is a great listener. Goofy, habitual Jake who has the nighttime routines of a fifty year old housewife.
Strong-willed, handsome, Jake, your best friend — who’s looking at you like you’re his next meal.
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wszczebrzyszynie · 6 months
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Please, may we have the essay
With pleasure. The oc-fication is strong on this one. Its also a bit long so its under the read more thing. Have a space mining Jimmy concept thing as a bonus. He was born in a wet cardboard box all alone
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They met through Grian. After Scar and Grians amazing plan of tracking Tango down and offering him a job (in worlds most suck up way possible) semi failed because Tango turned out to not be the a high level criminal they though he were, instead they got someone who very much has not had a proper meal in at least 5 months. Almost imidiately deemed not dangerous, they wouldve turn him in for extra money if not for the fact that he still is an engineer genius they needed. Which is why Tango was stuck with them for a while; including for their visits to Jims ranch. Living in the middle of nowhere comes with peace and as much safety as you can get as a wanted criminal, but for Jim it means constant lack of supplies alivable in bigger parts of the universe; Grian, esentially, does shopping for him, and even if he teases him about it, theyre both glad he has a reason to stop by. Because the thing is, Jim doesnt handle the self imposed alone time well. Hes a very social person but also a stupidly proud one and cannot admit he maybe made a mistake after losing Scott (they divorced on mutual agreement, but that doesnt mean he handled it as well as he thought he did) and acted too impulsively; he loves the ranch, sure, and doing work associated with his home planet makes him feel better, but hes very much dependent on his close ones visiting. The fact that the ranch is so far away from civilisation is something he learned to cherish, in a way, as its the main reason why both Grian and Pearl can go and visit him for longer periods. No one can really find them there.
Its one of the reasons why he and Tango got along so fast; ranch is designed as a safe space. Jim is fairly okay with his friends lifestyles (even if hes not a fan of Grian bringing more wanted people there; but its not something hes willing to argue about if it risks Grian leaving. He doesnt believe that he would, but the fear is there) and likes the fact that his house operates as such. He can give them a place to sleep, something to eat; basically, he can take care of them, be of use to them, and he wants them to feel like they can depend on him, too. Tango desperately needs that space; he feels guilty for endangering Impulse and Skizz (hes been staying with them after the moon blowing up situation; they know he didnt blow up callisto up for sculk related profits, even if he doesnt want to tell them what exactly happened there, and that the area of explosion itself was an accident. They want to support Tango as much as they can), and even if staying with them makes him feel better, he cant keep on doing it. That, and theyre also similar enough... very much unfit for living among space crime, even if its something they cannot run from, and are much more interested in more... earthly, everyday matters, than space mining and enhancing humanity. In Tangos case especially its the longing for a simpler life, away from everything that made him what he is now. Its not that staying with Jimmy is completly safe, especially with the amount of people wanting to get Tangos bounty, but its safer, and something he keeps on doing selfishly, even if hes constantly feeling guilty for it. Even after Tango parts with Grian and Scar, he keeps coming back to the ranch, quickly making it a regular thing; Tangos ship is extra small (its not designed with living in mind; like a car) and doesnt even have a kitchen, so hes kind of... dependent on the ranch for basic life comforts. He helps a lot around the ranch to not feel like a parasite; helping Jim with optimizing mostly. Up to this point id describe their relationship as close but normal enough; theyre both slightly broken people who got to find peace in each other. Desperate for normal human relationships that both keep on losing the longer they live. Very much soulmates; if the world was different, they would live by each others side, but it isnt, so they try to make it work as well as they possibly can.
It takes a turn the moment Grian disappears. That itself very much ruins Jimmy, who already was worried about him and Pearl enough (even if hes admittedly a bit afraid of Pearl, he still cares for her), and now that his fears became real he just... couldnt deal with it well. Its both the fear of Grian leaving them behind, as well as the posibility of him getting imprisoned or dying. Jimmy is already painfully lonely as it is, cannot afford to lose more people, but hes also well aware that Tango wont stay; not because he doesnt want to, but because Tango cant afford to lose people either, especially since Grians disappearance happens at a similar time to Cubs sculk corruption (its complicated and this things already long enough, so ill just say its exactly what it sounds like) - something he absolutely blames himself for (as does Scar), and even when he manages to help Cub against his will, he knows that friendship is unsalvagable. So, instead, Jimmy makes Tango stay by sabotaging the ranch both of them worked on; whether its a small accident he needs help with, or a machine thats suddenly broken, or his poor excuse of a ship not starting properly, or Jimmy himself thats hurt, because he is clumsy and all bad luck tends to gravitate towards him. And when he breaks down and comes clesn to Tango about all of this, Tango cant really bring himself to be angry about it. He doesnt even really register it as an awful thing to do (he knows it is, but emotionally hes just... okay with it. The idea that maybe, in a different scenario, he would do the same, even if its manipulative and cruel), instead taking the way out hes been given and properly moving in. They both live in guilt of being too much to handle but its quieter when theyre together. Theyre both tired and willing to pretend everything is okay if it means getting some peace; and it goes surprisingly well for a while, not having to separate for longer periods and suffer the consequences of it. Until Scar comes and burns their home down in revenge
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vintagegeekculture · 3 months
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RIP Tracy Tormé, Creator of the "Holodeck Malfunction Episode" and Sliders
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Tracy Tormé’s most enduring legacy in popular culture is that, while a writer on TNG’s tempestuous first and second seasons, he created the entire concept of the Holodeck Malfunction Episode.
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Yes, even people who suggest you skip TNG’s first couple seasons say that “The Big Goodbye” is one you don’t want to miss. And there was a very nice tribute to Tracy Torme in an episode of Picard, which had him as the author and creator of Dixon Hill… which he is, and deserves credit for this.
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I suppose I should mention I had a personal encounter with Tracy Tormé at a convention. The main thing I remember was that he looked absolutely terrified when someone asked him about what happened with “The Royale,” far and away TNG’s worst episode except the clip show, about the crew getting trapped on a hotel they can’t leave from a badly written book. To his great credit, he took responsibility for the episode not working and did not pass on the problems to the production crew.
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The most extraordinary thing about Tracy Torme is that he had a Forrest Gump like ability to appear in the background of scifi culture’s greatest moments.
Not only was he inside the TNG writers’ room in 1987-88, he was around during the production of Terminator with James Cameron. Tormé was the one who, hearing about the production of the film, squealed on it to Harlan Ellison, telling Ellison that it was based on his old Outer Limits episodes, with a visual based on his script for “Demon With a Glass Hand.” In other words, he was the Gavrilo Princip who got that entire conflict started, where two of the most proud personalities in scifi butted heads, James Cameron vs. Ellison. Cameron, to this day, insists that the film company gave Ellison money and a credit because it was easier to pay him off than to go through litigation (which rings true, frankly, for risk averse production companies), and to this day Cameron insists, with his absolutely expected big dick swagger, that Ellison is a “parasite” who received money for nothing, and if it had been up to him, he wouldn’t have given him a dime.
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It’s also worth mentioning that Torme also created the TV series Sliders.
Has anyone else noticed that Sliders is an incredibly right wing show? Seriously, watch it again if you haven’t seen it in years. If you haven’t watched this show since the 90s and you were a kid and all that went over your head, it’s kind of amazing how Limbaugh/Newt Gingrich era right-wing Sliders actually was. It made 24 look like Doonesbury. The targets of Sliders were 90s New Right satire: health care systems, infuriating hippies, the nanny state disallowing the public smoking of cigars, California weirdness, the drug culture, the USSR. Torme’s right wing views were less John Millius-style “blood alone moves the wheel of history” stuff, but more like that of a slobby regular joe in the 90s, Dennis Leary’s character in Demolition Man for instance, who mostly just wants to smoke cigars, ogle girls, and eat hamburgers without getting scolded by his wife. He was less “Passion of the Christ” and more “Animal House.”
I am not saying this as a negative, but merely a description. Contrary to popular belief, right wingers driven by bizarre sexual pathology and weird grudges produce amazing art, as Millius and John Swartzwelder show. A lot of Steven Universe fans love to say things like “all good art is about empathy and kindness” and I reject that notion. Good art can also be about reflecting things in the human experience like fear, trauma, cruelty, and paranoia.
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For that reason, it doesn’t surprise me that Tracy Torme’s best movie script was a horror film about a traumatic experience, Fire in the Sky. An ominous movie about a vanished ranch hand who was the victim of alien abduction, in the earned finale the film’s tension builds toward, our hero remembers the true cause of his missing time: an abduction by aliens, who’s motives are emotionless and incomprehensible, and who subject him to horrific vivisection that we see in excruciating detail. Travis Walton is treated not with sadism or cruelty, but with icy detachment, by alien superintellects that view him as no different than cattle, and are to him as we are to cattle. The most terrifying detail of the film is that the classic “gray alien” look turns out to be spacesuits, revealing a far more frightening appearance underneath.
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mothiepixie · 3 months
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With New Year's approaching, I was super curious.
How would each of the Sans spend New Year's with Mottie?
Love your work! (I live on a ranch and Farmer has my heart right now)
Thank you so much!! He's definitely my comfort character right now 🥹
I hope you enjoy this and also I hope you have a wonderful New Years! 🎆
Sans🛋:
He likes to keep things really simple. He loves parties but he's definitely the type to be glued to the couch and watch everyone from a distance. This includes watching Motti interact with others. There's just something about watching the way she interacts with each person that fills him with a sense of ease.
But as it strikes closer to midnight, he'll leave his spot and ask Motti to come with him. He'll shortcut her to the roof and wrap a blanket around them both. As it strikes midnight the fireworks in the neighboring city go off, and he'll kiss her cheek. (Which she steals a full on kiss in return)
Big Red🔭:
He's not a fan of boring get-togethers and just chilling with his family. He's more used to living it up at the bar, where everyone is sloshed to the nines. But he knows that's not Motti's jam, and that she's not a fan of loud and rowdy places. He'll do something different for her, and for himself, by taking her to the mountains where the light pollution doesn't reach.
In the back of the truck, he's got blankets and his telescope set up. He's unsure by the whole thing and trying to save face that he's not at all embarrassed by this display of love, but he gradually becomes more relaxed as the night goes on. Once it hits midnight he's about to kiss her when Motti beats him to it. It throws him off and makes him super flustered.
Boysen🍷:
The week leading up to this he has been mad busy with work, but even so, he made arrangements at a popular and expensive restaurant. He has rented out the entire rooftop for the evening and it will be just Motti and him. He messages her the day of and says to be ready and dress up. He may or may have not sent her several outfits and jewelry for her to choose from. Boysen will come home and quickly get ready himself, and shoot glances at Motti when she makes remarks she's ready before he is.
The evening is spent dining and making quips at each other while they enjoy a fire in front of them. The location he chose has the best view once midnight hits and the fireworks go off, but both of them were long locked lips that they never saw them. 💋
Farmer🌾:
Everyone is gathered outside at his and Pap's place, and have set up a movie projector and snacks galore. No one is really paying attention to the movie, which is fine because it's just there for anyone's enjoyment. However, Motti will be wondering where Sans is though. He has rarely been seen all night and so, she ends up finding him on the veranda sitting on the porch swing.
He beckons her over and while she's getting situated he pulls out a thermos and pour some hot apple cider. While curious, Motti will ask if he's not enjoying the festivities and he tells her that it's nice to have everyone here, but he just wants to see the new years with just her. Motti will rest her head on his shoulder and he rests his head on top of hers. They both go into the new year looking at the stars and hearing the distant cheering at midnight.
Dream⏳️:
It's not really something he celebrates since acknowledging the passage of time is a mortal thing. However, that doesn't mean he does not care when it's important to Motti greeting a new year. He'll hang around at the party she's throwing, but he's standing off to the side like a pretty wallflower and observing the festivities.
He has a red cup in his hands, but he more or less has it to feel like he's fitting in. The party has started off fun, but he's just around so many people, and in an enclosed area, that his empathic abilities are starting to overwhelm his senses.
Motti takes note that Dream is looking off and takes him elsewhere that is vastly more secluded. She gives him the option to leave, but he refuses. Every second, every minute with Motti is important and that means celebrating the concept of time with her no matter what.
Cross😵‍💫:
To be honest, he gets invited to the party and has a grand time, but he's inwardly nervous. He was just told about the tradition of kissing at midnight and he spends majority of the time hyping himself up to kiss her.
He's overthinking about it; does he just swoop her up and kiss her? Maybe dipping her??? He could also spin her around and into his arms before cooly and awesomely placing a big fat kiss on her lips.
But he starts thinking of all the ways he could mess up and now in a mix of confidence rising at one thought and shattering his own self-esteem the next.
With midnight just minutes away, he's standing near Motti wondering what tactic to choose, and when the clock strikes midnight he's frozen in performance anxiety. Motti doesn't hesitate and grabs his shirt collar and pulls him in for a deep kiss. He was worried for nothing.
Error🆘️:
He doesn't care much for it. Hell, he doesn't really even remember what's the point of celebrating when he was trapped in the anti-void. But Motti is yapping about the importance of celebrating and he begrudgingly finds himself wearing a party hat and party horn stuck in his mouth.
He hates it he doesnt, it's not fun at all he's having a blast and doesn't like the streamers Motti put up or the table filled with his favorite snacks he already devoured the chocolate. He's sitting on his bean bag like a perturbed cat being disturbed during their nap. But Motti mentions she wanted to spend it with just him and part of him wants to believe it so badly. Motti asks if she can give him a kiss on the cheek and he becomes a flustered mess, and begins short circuiting at the thought.
Ink🌌:
He takes Motti through multiple AUs and changes their outfits to fit each occasion. He's party crashing and eating the food, while Motti is trying to play devil's advocate and calm down all the people Ink has upset.
By the end of the night, she is growing exhausted, but Ink will take her to Outertale and he finally calms down. Motti gets to enjoy the beauty of space and finally relax. He will paint the scenery before him, including Motti, effortlessly and gift it to her.
Nightmare🥷:
To be honest, he will swoop in at the stroke of midnight and steal Motti away right in front of everyone. He relishes in their shock expressions and rash responses.
He spends the rest of the night huddling a pouty Motti to his chest, chuckling the whole time.
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majorproblems77 · 26 days
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Hello LU fans! I'm back with another LU update analysis! :D
Are you ready cause there's so much to unpack I'm gonna be here a while. Like last time I'm gonna put a timer on lmao, see how long this takes me.
As always grab your popcorn and drink of choice, cause we need hydration in this life.
all art belongs to @linkeduniverse and Jojo, and if I pull panels from any other pages I'll let you know where it's from! :D
Obviously spoilers for Dawn 8 :D
And a note, I've not played TP or WW, you'll see why thats important later.
Let us begin, shall we!
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Man, Poor wild, he's probably beating himself up like there's no tomorrow right now. He looks HORIFIED.
Probably because in technicality, he failed.
I love how he's holding his sword here too. Kinda acting as a shield to the conversation.
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Same expression as wild. He also looks horrified. Infact the resemblance between these two in uncanny.
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Man time really is the dad isnt he. Unimpressed dad look at 12'oclock. Jokes aside he doesn't look angry about it. He looks like he now gathering information from those who finished the fight. As we know once he left with Twilight he was the only other one to not make it back to the fight.
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Thats a fair sentence, thinking about it, I think the only other game where Iron Knuckles appear is in one of Hyrule's games? I'm surprised he's not mentioned anything about it.
Most of the others do have armoured enemies though. So while the others dont have direct experience I assume they have the basics.
All but, Sky and Wars None of them fight armoured enemies like that in their games.
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I assume because he's defeated this thing like it was a guardian (Stasis and then wailing on it cause that's what i would do lmao) He assumed it was defeated when it exploded into pieces. Like guardians are prone to do. tbh he was probably gonna go back to look for loot at some point.
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You tell them Wind. The small hero, underestimated by everyone BUT Time. Was correct thank you.
Justice for the windy boy.
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God Wild really is beating himself up about this. I love the fact that we see four's reaction to this statement. As to be honest. Over the last few nights, Four and Wild have had plenty of bonding moments. These guys are gonna become best friends.
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And now we get Time.
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The way he's looking over these panels. That look. He know's he's the leader of this group but something that Time isn't used to is making Permanent mistakes.
He has the Ocarina of Time, and when he was back in Termina every time something went wrong he could just play the song of Time and restart the three-day cycle with no trouble at all.
Time, as a person. Isnt technically used to failing.
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This panel is stunning. It's what I assume is going on inside his head. It's so pretty. It's so detailed it's just oh man easily one of my favourite panels.
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now you know i had to talk about panels with my beloved blorbo in.
first off he's so pretty. Jojo has really outdone herself with just how amazing these updates have looked. The lighting the shading its all just so incredible.
The first half of this panel with Sky's face. He, He is beating himself up about the injury. He had nothing to do with it but he cares so much about the rest of the group he feels bad. He kinda looks like he's thinking about it. Like he can see it. Like time did but we dont see inside Sky's head.
Makes me think about what exactly he saw.
And Twilight's face, he looks so sad. His little pout. Poor wolf boy, which we can now call you properly as the rest of them know now.
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And to be honest I'm glad he's standing his ground. Mr, My injury isn't that bad before falling over. the stubborn ranch hand strikes again.
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The parallels from this frame and the one from later have been mentioned elsewhere but I'm just gonna post the frame here as it's turned up. Run you coward lizard. Run.
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Captain link is back. Poor warriors, he's still showing signs of being stressed. He's one of the only one's who hasn't been able to rest over the downtime that they've had. He's been busy being in charge of the group while Time was out.
I can only assume it's only a matter of time before this comes back to get him. Maybe he is next on the chopping block? (Pun kinda intended) Something could happen and he messes up and gets hurt of causes someone to get hurt.
oh and also
THE SCARF
THE SCARF THE SCARF
IT HAS RETURNED ALL HAIL THE BLUE EMOTIONAL SUPPORT BLANKET WARRIORS NEEDED YOU.
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None of us did, Hyrule.
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The boys ever, I'm glad they are talking about this like this. And that it's legend who's starting to throw ideas out there like this. As the one who's got the most experience in the group, it makes sense that he would be the one to start offering ideas as to Why not just how.
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Because you pissed it off Sky. Because half of you pissed it off. In fact I do believe he had a bunch of panels in Shifting Shadows pt2 where you indeed pissed it off.
The entire reason it started running from you and Twilight had to track it was because of FI's reaction to his sword.
Wait... that explains the guilt. It is actually potentially Sky's fault. Or if he's anything like I think he is. He remembers that fight with the shadow and knows.
He knows.
Also, with clenched fist Sky is ready for a fight. Next time the shadow turns up I assume he's gonna go after it when it's inevitablebly goes after Twilight/Wild. Maybe he'll jump in after being told not too because the Master sword appears to be the only thing as of right now that can fight the red stuff that comes off the shadows sword.
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did you hear Warriors shiver? I did.
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And you'd know all about that wouldn't you Four. :D
Also
Mandatory Sky appreciation picture
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Him's my beloved blorbo. He's wonderful. Such a lil guy. Bestest bean. My beloved. /pl
Anyway moving on
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Oh yeah, the amount of power that the items list contains We've seen the arsenal that they have between them (in the December art).
We saw what just Time could do.
Now add the rest of them and the enemies dont stand a chance. They've just gotta figure out how to either avoid the weapons of each other or work as a team with the arsenal in hand to fight better.
Like imagine if Twilight used his gale boomerang to send Wild into the air.
(Writer brain go brr, gonna write that down)
It's basically Revalis Gale.
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This man is so damn dramatic I love him
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And here's the parallel frame
the shadow running towards Warriors vs running away from Twilight.
You know thinking about it... Shadow didn't shapeshift until Twilight did. The push towards Warriors was when shadow thought they were on level footing.
But when Twilight went after Dink, he was the one who had to flee because he lost his advantage.
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ANGRY SKY ANGRY SKY ANGRY SKY
The man is pissed that Shadow hurt Twilight. He is so damn mad and I think that he is saying what he would assume Fi would. (With more emotion because well, Fi)
Also that last frame.
TIME AND SKY ANGST ON THE HORIZON?
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time is looking towards the master sword. And he looks angry. This will absolutely have gone unnoticed by the others because if they saw he was angry it was probably just because of the conversation topic.
god I love the dynamic here and I'm excited to see if it goes anywhere
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Him's I love his simple way of agreeing its wonderful.
I approve to wind let's go blow some stuff up!
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Hyrule shows the group why he is called the traveller. The man just wants to go on his adventures let him go!
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Sky is so proud of himself
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this face says 'Look guys I didn't give it to the weird toilet hand! :D'
I love this man a healthy amount.
One last thing before I go
I love this update as a whole, seeing the group gear up and getting to see the layers of the armour and straps and fastenings being put on while they are having this discussion is amazing.
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I'd give you a collection of pictures but Tumblr is being rude and I can't post more than 30. So you can have these as all four panels show what I'm talking about.
Twilight adjusting his gauntlets warriors adjusting his scarf.
Hyrule attaching his shield to his back and putting his sword strap on.
God, I love this update so much. It was amazing and I very much enjoyed it. Let me know what you think! :D
Thank you as ever for reading my rambles i appreciate you :D
Have a wonderful day and dont forget to hydrate! See you next time!
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lieutenantfloyd · 1 year
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MW2 men + General headcanons
Includes: Ghost, Soap, Alejandro, Price, Gaz, and Rodolfo
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Ghost
Keeps a hello Kitty keychain in his pocket at all times (and can’t sleep without it)
Insists on getting stuffed crust every time he/someone orders pizza
Spends a lot of time daydreaming
Is always listening to music (It keeps him alert and helps keep his anxiety away)
Has bad sensory issues + ticks and intrusive thoughts
Hates cilantro (but doesn’t think it tastes like soap)
Isn’t allowed to use sharp objects in the kitchen
Sometimes eats toothpaste *as a treat*
Has a library card and only uses it to check out joke books intended for 3rd grader’s 
Never returns the books and now has thousands of dollars in late fees
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Soap
His favorite food is cherry pie
 Eats multiple bowls of cereal a day (Price is becoming concerned)
Isn’t a huge fan of his Mohawk, but he thinks it makes him look tougher
Reads romance books in his free time
Meticulously shapes his eyebrows every few weeks
Drinks orange juice after brushing his teeth every morning
Spends way too much money on Marzipan De La Rosa + cries every time it breaks
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Alejandro
Smells like vanilla, leather, and sage with a hint of roses
Keeps hard candy in his pockets at all times
Rudy is the only person he trusts to cut his hair
Lives on his family’s ranch outside of Las Almas
Frequently invites Los Vaqueros to his ranch and always makes sure they have a warm meal and a safe place to sleep
Comes from a long line of Vaqueros, and named Los Vaqueros in their honor
Gives great, albeit unsolicited, advice
His favorite song is California Love by 2Pac
Makes sure both TF 141 and Los Vaqueros know they can come to him for anything, even the most small of problems
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Price
Has three older sisters
Is a natural ginger
Spent most of his childhood in Australia
Watches early 2000’s romcoms in his bunk when he’s deployed (and always ends up sobbing into his pillow)
Has a wide knowledge of Middle age and Saxon history
Loves a good mocktail
Reads a lot of Historical fiction
Has accidentally eaten dog treats (thinking they were cookies) on more than one occasion
His hat was a gag Christmas gift from Laswell but he thought it was serious + is his favorite gift he’s ever received
Dresses up as Santa every year and forces everyone to sit on his lap and tell him what they want for Christmas
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Gaz
Didn't join the army when he was 18, and instead worked on yachts and charter ships for a few seasons
Struggles with self confidence + often feels like he doesn't belong with 141
Has very strong opinions on the PlayStation vs Xbox debate
Really admired Ghost, but is too nervous to tell him
His favorite video game is DBH
Is in a secret Book/Movie club with Price and Soap
Develops a crush on almost everyone he meets
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Rudy
Has family in South Texas and spent a lot of time there as a kid
Has always dreamed of being a singer/songwriter 
Was a very shy/socially anxious kid (and still struggles with social anxiety)
Is a a massive soccer fan + was captain of the neighborhood soccer team
Growing up he spoke Spanglish at home. Which is why he doesn’t really have an accent despite understanding a lot more English than he speaks 
When speaking English he often trips over his words + has to ask Alejandro for the right word/translation
Is a follower, not a leader
is 4-6 years younger than Alejandro
Has several older sisters who helped raise him
First met Alejandro when he was 10-12 years old because he briefly dated one of Rudy’s sisters
After they broke up, Alejandro still came around to visit Rudy, and the two quickly became like brothers
Wasn’t interested in joining the Army at first, but Alejandro convinced him
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preciousamethyst · 7 months
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Trust In The Stars
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Synopsis: You have always wondered what it would be like to have someone special in your life. Of course you have so many wonderful friends around the ranch but it still feels lonely in a way. That's until the annual county fair started there was a person thinking the same thing.
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, written with a blk plus size fem reader in mind, Cowgirl Reader, Cowboy Geto, Best friend and Cowboy Gojo, flirting, mentions of an rescued animal, evening hay ride, star gazing, kissing, semi-public, P&V, praise, names{baby, sweet/pretty girl}, choking, etc.
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Word Count: ~5.4k+
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Today was another day of doing chores around the little farm you call home. The heat from the sun making you sweat through your clothes and you can only fan yourself with the hat you are wearing. This is how you spend most of your days, but you love it.
You grew up living here all your life and after your parents retired you decided to take over for them. They would come by after their trips to stay with you for a month or two before they travel to their new destination. You appreciated their help because most days you were downright tired. The neighbors were a big help too especially the children that wanted to come by to feed the animals.
Walking around the farm you made sure you did everything for today before you went back inside. As you walked around the barn you petted all of your animals on their heads. Four animals in total populated the barn. Gingersnap and Dusty being your two horses while Clementine and Milky Way were your two cows.
Before you started to walk out Clementine stuck her head over the wooden rail. You smiled as you petted her head. “Hey pretty girl I’ll be back in the morning to check on of all of you.” Clementine mooed as she dug her hoof into the hay below her.
You grinned as you backed away and walked outside. Turning around you slowly pulled the barn door shut and locked it. Making sure it’s locked you begin to make your way to the back door of your home. Before you went inside you decided to lean on the railing on your porch and look up into the brightly lit sky. The stars just shining and twinkling away without a care in the world. Even with your parents coming to visit and the neighbors you would see almost every day there is still a feeling of loneliness.
Ever since you took charge of the farm you really haven’t had time to date. Well except for one time. It didn’t end too well with them being controlling and lazy. Plus, the sex wasn’t a wow factor in the slightest. After that happened you decided to focus on the farm and yourself.
Looking up at the stars you closed your eyes and took a deep breath. “I hope there is someone out there that is like me. Well not exactly like me but someone who likes the farm lifestyle. Handsome and has a body that is to die for. Most importantly though I hope they are kind and can make me float on air.” You giggled as you opened your eyes, and you think the stars are shining brighter than before.
A gust of wind blew past you which made you shiver. “Time for me to get inside and take a nice warm shower. Come on Bailey it’s time to go inside.” You looked down at the doormat to see the brown and white collie puppy laying there struggling to stay awake as they sat up.
You opened the screen door and then the main door to let him walk inside first. Before you closed the door after walking inside you looked through the screen door to look at the starry sky one last time. As your mind started to drift away you felt Bailey’s paws on your leg.
You turned your head to look down and you could see Bailey holding his favorite toy in his mouth. A little green caterpillar you bought before you adopted him two months ago. Bailey loved it when he first saw it that day. Ever since then he would play with it and then take it to bed with him every single night.
Bailey began to whine and growl as he held the toy in his mouth. “All right all right. I’m coming Bailey” you responded with a chuckle. Bailey little woof was muffled by the toy as he walked in the direction of your room. Laughing to yourself you closed the door and locked it as you walked towards the bathroom.
After taking your much-needed shower you hopped into your huge soft bed. Looking in the corner of the room you saw Bailly sleeping peacefully in his bed with his caterpillar friend under his head. “Good night Bailey see you in the morning” you whispered. Turning over you laid your head your soft silk covered pillow and sleep quickly took over you. As the night continued on outside in the sky a streak of light quickly flew by and disappeared into the night sky never to be seen again.
~That Morning~
The moon was disappearing out of the sky as the sun began to rise. Several birds chirped past your window and a couple perched on your windowsill outside. You were still sleeping peacefully and dreaming. In your dream you were sitting down on something, but you weren’t alone. You were very close to them, and you could tell both of you were having an amazing time.
When you turn your head to look at them they look so dreamy with the stars behind the,. The moment felt right as the person was leaning towards you. You were expecting to feel their lips against your but for some odd reason they licked you. The confusion that went through your mind but when you opened your eyes there was a certain collie hovering over your face.
Taking both of your hands you wiped all the puppy drool off your face. It was wetter than usual meaning he went to drink some water out his little water bowl. “Thanks for the wakeup call Bailey” you muttered sarcastically. Bailey just yapped as he hopped into your lap to lick your face again. A smile formed on your face as you scratched his back. You looked at your clock and it read 7:30 A.M.
“Come on you early bird let’s get ready and have some breakfast” you said happily yet tiredly. Bailey barked as he scurried off the bed and into the kitchen. You and Bailey are alike in a lot of ways. One of them being you both love food.
Stretching your arms and legs you slowly began to get out of bed. Today the annual county fair is being held and ever since you were little you have loved the county fair. Every year it seemed to get bigger and bigger with more things being added to it every year. You wish your parents could be here, but they were traveling of course. The day they left they told you where they were going but you don’t remember.
As the morning continued after freshening up and eating breakfast you began to get the animals ready for the fair. They were part of the petting zoo that is going to be at the fair. With the help from the neighbors to take the horses and you take the cows—you all were ready to make your way to the fairgrounds. After making sure your back door was locked you hopped inside your truck with Bailey seating patiently in the passenger seat.
“Ready to go?” you asked Bailey as you put your seatbelt on. Bailey just barked as he hopped over the center console to lick your face. “Okay, okay hahaha now sit.” Bailey stopped licking you and went back to the passenger seat. “Good boy now let’s burn some road.” Bailey barked as you put the key into the ignition. Turning the key, the truck’s engine roared. Taking the truck out of park you began to slowly drive onto the road.
~One hour later at the Fairgrounds~
The drive didn’t feel long but it was a nice drive to see all the beautiful trees with the different color leaves. Pulling into the fairgrounds you began to drive to the section where the big barn is. The big barn held a lot of animals including yours for the petting zoo. As you parked your truck you looked over to see Bailey laying there looking up at you with his tail wagging.
“I guess you can tell we are here huh?” Bailey just barked as a response which made you laugh. “Well come on boy we got a lot of work to do.” Cutting the engine off you and removing yourself from your seatbelt you opened the door. Bailey didn’t waste any time hopping out of the truck after you. As you shut your door someone came out from inside the barn.
“I thought that was you. You are here early but that’s nothing new” he laughed. “Nice to see you here too Gojo. I’m surprised you are here early. Several months ago, you didn’t show up until the fair started.” Gojo just shrugged his shoulder and smiled which made you shake your head. The other neighbors that were helping you were already unloading the horses.
“Well come on and help with me with the girls. I’m sure Milky Way would be glad to see you.” You wiggled your eyebrows as you went to unlock the door. Gojo nervously laughed as he rubbed the back of his neck. As you opened the door Clementine and Milky Way were laying down, but they started to move when they saw you.
“Alright ladies time to come out” you said excitedly. Clementine mooed as she trotted out with Milky Way behind her. You tossed Gojo a halter as you started to put one on Clementine. “Good luck” you chirped as you shut the door to the trailer and walked away.
Gojo looked towards Milky Way, and he was surprised she was calm. Too calm. “Alright Milky Way I’m just going to put this on you, and everything will be just fi—” just as he was within arm’s reach Milky Way began to back away a little. “Now Milky Way be a good girl. Think about what you are doing.” She backed away a good bit before she started to come towards Gojo.
As you were getting Clementine settled into the roomy stall and feeding her a piece of fruit as a treat. All you heard was the sound of someone running as you looked up to see Gojo running away from Milky Way. You started to laugh but then you saw Gojo was about to run straight into the big pile of hay at the end of the barn.
“Gojo look out!” you shouted. Gojo just looked behind him to hear you but then he tripped and landed into the pile headfirst. Milky Way stopped and trotted inside the other stall beside Clementine. After feeding Clementine another slice of the apple in your hand you made your way towards him. He was scrabbling through the hay until he was able to stand up.
When he turned around you couldn’t help but laugh at all the hay in his hair. “What did you do?” you asked trying to hold back a laugh. Gojo began to brush all the hay off him and out of his hair.
“What did I do? She was the one who decided to charge and chase after me.” He pointed towards her, and she just mooed. “Gojo I think this is pay back after what you did to her years ago” you snickered taking leftover straw out of his hair. Gojo remembered what you were talking about, and he began to laugh too.
“Oh yeah when me and you were just little kids your parents brought her to your house. I used to charge and chase after her. I guess now it’s her turn.” You and Gojo laughed as you remembered why your parents bought her home.
Milky Way was a rescue animal. She was abandoned on a farm with no one to take care of her. When your parents bought her home you were happy and so was Clementine. She had a friend to play with and they immediately hit it off when they were first introduced.
You walked towards Milky Way and gave her a slice of the apple you had in your hand. “Hey why are you giving her an apple slice? She doesn’t deserve it after chasing me” he pouted. Milky Way looked at him as she chewed, and she walked towards him.
Gojo was getting ready to run again but she just nudged him softly. “Aww I guess she is apologizing.” Gojo just petted her still keeping a close eye on her. After Milky Way turned away from Gojo another person walked up towards him.
You turned your head to see a man bringing in Dusty and Gingersnap from outside. Your eyes couldn’t look away as he got closer to the stalls in front of you. A guy wearing a somewhat tight flannel shirt, paired with thick jeans and boots of course you couldn’t look away.
“Ahh just the person I wanted to see. Geto I want you to meet my best friend.” Geto helped them out of their reins so they could finally relax in the stall and turned around. You looked at Geto and you could feel yourself freezing up. He was so fine but somehow you felt like you had seen him somewhere before.
“It’s nice to finally meet you.” Geto stuck out his hand to shake yours. ‘Gosh his hand is big’ you thought. Your connected with his and you felt how soft yet rough they were. “It’s nice to meet you too G-Geto.” A smile was on his as his thumb rubbed the back of your hand. “I heard so much about you. You are prettier in person.”
You usually don’t fold from compliments but coming from him it really touched a certain spot. “T-thank you that’s very nice of you to say.” You let go of his hand but as you did you could feel your body feeling light as a feather. Out of nowhere someone yelled from the front of the barn.
“Gojo! Geto! We are short of muscles out here with these rides.” The older man laughed as he walked back out. Gojo groaned as he was enjoying the light work. “Seems like I’m needed elsewhere. Are you going to be staying here for the fair? I would love for you to join me later.”
You pouted your lips as you pretended to think. “Well, I can’t say no since I will be working with the animals for the petting zoo, so I guess I’ll see you later.” Geto just smirked as he bit his lip eyeing you down. Gojo was already at the entrance when he turned around to see Geto still flirting with you.
“Yo come on—you got time to flirt with her later” he shouted. You held in your laugh as you feed Milky Way the last apple slice. “Go on. I’ll be right here when you get back.” You don’t know what came over you, but you kissed him on the cheek as you walked past him.
He smiled as he looks down at your ass in the tight blue jeans you are wearing. Geto finally took his eyes off you as he walked away. He wishes he could’ve stayed longer but if he can get this job done quickly he has the rest of the day to spend with you.
~Several hours later~
You were in stables tending to the rest of the animals that were there and you couldn’t believe there were this many this year. Even with that you couldn’t get Geto off your mind. With Bailey being around he kept you on your toes as he would disappear in different animal stalls, but they all didn’t mind him.
As you made sure all the animals were ready to go you looked to see more and more people beginning to arrive. ‘It’s time’ you thought. Soon the barn and the fair were filled with hundreds upon hundreds of people. The smell of delicious food scented the air, and the sound of screams and laughter rang all around. You helped the children in the barn with feeding the animals and petting them.
Bailey was with Gojo at the moment getting some fresh air, so you know he is in good hands. After a while you decided to get out of the barn to get some fresh air yourself since it was getting kind of stuffy. Walking out you could smell the good food cooking. Humming to yourself you could feel your mouth water. “Seems like someone is hungry.” You jumped at the sound of the voice but when you turned around you calmed down.
“Hey Geto, nice to see you again” you said calmly. He chuckled as he had his hand in his pocket and took a stand next to you. “Why don’t you come with me and join the fun. I’m sure you could use a break and we can get to know each other better. Sounds good to you?” he asked as he reached his hand out to you.
You didn’t expect to be out here for long, but a nice long break sounds too good right now. Taking his strong hand once again you and him began to walk side by side deeper into the fair. The two of you went to one of the foods stands to get food since neither of you had eaten. It was so delicious, and it hit the spot.
As you and Geto walked past the many foods stands now you were coming up on the games. Different games were lined up on each side of you. The sounds of bells dinging, balloons popping and every sound you could think of was going on. You threw away your trash at the nearest bin but then a game caught your eye. It was a balloon dart game.
You weren’t exactly good at darts, but it didn’t hurt to try. “Say I wanna give it a try” you said cheerfully you said to the man in the stripe shirt. “Alright young lady here ya darts and hit the balloons. Hit all five and you get yourself a nice big prize.” The older man hands you five darts and you rolled them on your hands. Looking forward you saw a big dog stuff animal that looked like Bailey.
You had to get it and you weren’t going to leave until you got it. You threw the darts in your hand, and you managed to get three out of five. Trying again you got the same results. Soon you managed to get four out of five, but it wasn’t enough. A little hint of tiredness began to take effect, but you didn’t want to give up.
After you threw the set of darts again you stopped. Taking a breath, you heard the sound of all five balloons popping next to you. “We have a winner ladies and gentlemen! Go ahead and pick your prize young man.” You peered over your shoulder to see Geto was next to you, and he was holding the dog stuffed animal.
“I saw you had your eye on this, and I wanted to be nice and get it for you” he gleamed. Reaching out to take it in your arms you held it. “Thanks, Geto. Honestly I was about to give up because I was getting tired.” You hugged the stuffed animal as you and Geto walked past more games.
As you got to the other side of the fair you noticed the tractor and wagon that is used for the hayrides. Geto stared at you seeing that you were gawking at the tractor and wagon. Grabbing your hand, he walked you over to the hay filled wagon. There was a man about to hop out but then he saw you two.
“Excuse me do you mind if you take us on a hayride” you asked. “Not at all. I’m glad to take the lovely couple on a romantic hayride.” The man had already hopped back into the tractor before you could correct him. Geto didn’t seem to be bothered by it and in reality it didn’t bother you either.
Geto helped you onto the back of the wagon first before he took a seat right beside you. The ground rumbled as the tractor started and began to pull the wagon away from the fairgrounds. You looked down at smiled at your feet as you felt the butterflies in your stomach.
His arm was slowly wrapping around your waist, and you felt yourself being pulled towards him. As you turned to look at him. The stars were starting to come out behind him, and it looked like something out a of book. As you continued to stare at him you began to realize you had seen him before.
You didn’t realize he was moving closer and closer until you felt his soft warm lips touch your own. Your eyes began to close, and you leaned onto him. It all felt so magical as the two of you kissed under the now star-lit sky. The hayride was already half-way over when the two of you pulled away.
Your cheeks were so warm and tingling when you stared at Geto again. His eyes were low, and he had a small smile on his face as the back of his fingers grazed your cheek.  “Tell me are you leaving here any time soon?” he asked with a low toned voice.
“No why?” you replied. The smile on his face turned into a smirk as he heard your answer. “After we get off I wanna spend more time with you—away from prying eyes if you catch my drift.” Your thighs squeezed together as his big hand rubbed up on one of them.
Right on queue the tractor was pulling up into the fairgrounds back to its original spot. When the tractor came to a stop the older gentleman hopped out and left you two alone. Geto grabbed your hand to help you off the wagon and he began to pull you away. Both of you passed by more stands but then a little distance away you saw a building.
Getting closer you realize the was the supply building where paint and other things are kept. Geto opened the door and turned around. He began to walk backwards pulling you in. Your heart began to beat a mile a minute as the door behind you closed.
Looking inside the place was very clean with everything organized on shelves. Geto grabbed the stuffed animal out of your hand and sat it on the empty table. Turning his attention back to you he grabbed your hand to spin you around. You giggled as he pulled you close with his chest to your back.
He began to plant small pecks on your neck which made you giggle even more. The more he did it the more it turned you on. Your giggles turn into soft moans as he found that special spot on your neck. His hands moved across your body feeling on you. “Geto” you moaned. When you said that it must’ve been loud since he covered your mouth.
He wasn’t kidding. Something hard was pressing against your ass and you didn’t need to think twice to what it is. The buttons on your shirt slowly came undone by his hand that was on your chest. Cool air touches your warm skin as your shirt was pulled down your arms. Geto stared at your chest being stuffed inside your bra.
“Shhhh” he whispered softly in your ear. “Even though we are here people can still hear us. So, I’m going to need you to keep quiet for me. Okay sweet girl?” You nod your head while you moaned from his hand massaging your breast through your shirt. “Mmmm I can feel it getting hard under my hand. I’m glad you are enjoying this as much as I am.”
They look so soft and delectable, and he wants to feel them on his hands. By unhooking each hook at the back of your bra you let the bra fall to the floor. His hands didn’t waste any time to grab the soft mounds of flesh. You bit your lip as you felt a sense of relief come over you as well as the sense of getting needy. Your hand found its way to his crotch, and you massaged him through the thick material.
“Patience pretty girl no need to rush. I’ll give you want you want.” He bit your ear as his pinched your nipples at the same time.  You softly gasped which slowly turned into a whine. Geto loved your reaction, but he wanted to make you wait a little longer to build up the heat of the moment.
Even being a person with patience right now patience didn’t exist to you. Your fingers began to fiddle with his belt which wasn't long when he pressed you up against the cold steel door. The heat from his breath blew against your ear.
“So much for being patient” he growled in your ear. One minute your pants were setting tightly around your waist and the next you could feel the goosebumps travel up your legs. Before you couldn’t feel the wetness in your panties but now you can.
“Hands up and don’t move” he whispered before kissing your shoulder blade. His lips went on to travel across the back of your neck sending a tingle down your spine. You were doing just as he said to not move but then he started to pull down the cotton material. Squirming as you feel your bare pussy out in the open—a sudden smack to your ass caught you off guard.
“I meant what I said so don’t move until I tell you to.” His voice was much deeper, and you like it. Your panties were now pulled down your thighs and you felt Geto spread your ass getting a nice view. The lights in the place weren’t that bright but it was enough to make the slick on your lips shine.
He watched as your core began to twitch and then he felt your squirm again which earned you another smack. That one was much harder than the other and you couldn’t hold the loud moan back. “G-Geto please just fu-uck me already.”
The sound of your desperate voice was music to his ears. What was also music to his ears was when he could hear how wet and gushy your pussy was. Thinking to himself only for a minute he decided to stop taking it slow. Giving your ass two more smacks one on each cheek with one hand he undone his jeans with the other.
 You could feel the stinging subside as you waited for what’s to come. His hand grabbed your shoulder gently as he turned you around to face him. The first thing you noticed was his hair wasn’t in a ponytail anymore. His shirt was no longer on, and you could see his broad muscles.
Your eyes continued to scan his body but then they landed below his waistline. He would think you would be surprised but the way you licked your lips told him a different story. He walked closer to you making your bodies touch.
Your bare chest against his and his cock rubbing against your clit. “Step out of for me baby” he said deeply yet smoothly. You did what you were told. Keeping your feet on them so they don’t touch the cold floor beneath you.
“Spread open your legs and hold onto to me” he purred into your ear. Wrapping your arms around his neck you look into his eyes. You could see yourself into his eyes that were clouded with lust and hunger. His hand lifted your leg up in the air and you can feel the cold air touch your cunt. You bit the inside of your cheek as you felt the tip switch between rubbing your clit and just barely push into your wet awaiting hole.
The pads of his fingers touched your neck then his whole hand unclosed it way around it. Before you could get a word out he pushed the tip inside you. A moan so loud was about to come out of your mouth but he stopped it when he put some pressure on your neck.
“Remember you have to keep quiet” he cooed. All you could do was move your head slightly up and down letting him know you understood. As he would graze your gooey walls he would groan that came from his chest. “Damn you f-ugh feel so good. So, f-fucking wet for me and taking me so well.”
The stretch was unimaginable as it has been a while. The feeling of Geto’s other hand left your neck and grabbed your other leg so he could lift you up even more. As he lifted you up he managed to push himself deeper making you feel every inch. Now here you are with your legs still wrapped around him while the other is in his hands.
At first he was going at a steady pace enough for both of you to hear the squishy noises from your juices. “F-faster please go faster” you whined breathlessly. “You know I can’t do that. Besides you would make too much noise. I’m sure you don’t want that.” You rolled eyes in frustration. “Geto I don’t care who hears us. Let them hear how good you are making me feel” you moaned.
That statement wasn’t what he was expecting but if that’s what you want he’ll be happy to oblige. With a smirk on his he kissed your lips gently but then he deepened the kiss making you open your mouth more to feel his tongue.
Just like you asked he began to thrust faster. Each thrust you tried to catch your breath as you felt the air being knocked out of your lungs. It felt overwhelming but it felt so good. Geto’s face was in your neck but then he looked at your face.
Eyes barely open and a little drool on the side of your mouth was such a beautiful sight. “Hey, don’t tap out on me. You’re the one who wanted this so keep those pretty eyes on me. If it’s too much I can stop right now.” Your nails dug into his back which made him hiss. You couldn’t find the words to tell him not to stop but just from your little gesture he got the hint.
Moans, groans, whimpers and whines ricochet off the walls within the concrete walls. Nothing else matters in this moment as the two of you rocking each other’s world. After a few more powerful thrusts from Geto your first orgasm of the night slipped right out of you. You bit down onto his shoulder in order to make a loud noise that can be heard outside.
Geto held onto you tightly as he felt you shake against his body. Lifting your head to look at him once more a relaxed smile was on your face. You leaned in to kiss him again and he hummed into the kiss after pulling away.
 “You okay there? You’re shaking like a leaf.” You nodded your head as you felt him gently letting you down off the wall. “That was amazing but what about you?” you asked. You did your best to get your clothes on without falling over from not being able to feel your legs.
“Who said I was done?” he snickered while putting his pants and shirt back on. “Besides I’m sure you would be more comfortable with your back on a nice soft bed rather than a steel door.” When he said that he does have a point. “Your place or mine?” you asked biting your lip. He looked over to you seeing that you were fully dressed.
“Your place since you have to carry the cows and horses back home.” You looked at him as you grabbed the dog stuffed animal off the table. “Okay I’ll just tell Gojo to watch Bailey for me until tomorrow.” Geto hummed as he remembered that Gojo did tell him you had a puppy you adopted months ago. Opening the big steel, you felt the cold air hit you which was a big difference from the inside.
“Can’t wait to get home. It’ll be warmer there.” You shook as you walked out with Geto following behind you. “Don’t worry once we get to your place that’ll be the last thing on your mind. You also don’t have to worry about not being too loud either.” You giggled as Geto leaned in to kiss you one more time before the two of you walked hand in hand towards the barn.
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god ive just been sitting here "man i need to workout" cause im not fit and I WANT TO BE 😭😭😭 all i can think of rn is chain reacting to someone who has a damn sleeper build, essentially they dont look like they have muscles until they pull up their sleeve/stretch/flex cause there's this buff girl on tiktok and MY GODD 😳 also go wild w your headcanons with Time on this cause He's also my fav 😌
Absolutely felt, oh my god I feel this in my soul
Characters: The Chain (and others) x GN!STRONG Reader
A/N+Warnings: canon typical violence, safe for everyone. Written by Mishwanders - pls do not repost.
Time:
Time is super observant, but considering you are covered in your traveling clothes, he sees you as someone who needs to be protected, put more into the center of the group when shit hits the fan.
BUT WHEN THIS MAN SEES YOU HOLD YOUR OWN IN A FIGHT?! Mad respect for you. He watched you straight up pick up a monster by its ankle and sling it across the battlefield like it was one of Wilds broken weapons.
After that he definitely keeps you to the front of the group when things start going wrong.
Warriors:
DEFINITELY underestimated you at first
Does not underestimate you any more once he gets ROCKED by you body slamming into his shield during a duel.
You are one of his favorites to train with because of how strong you are and you work together on optimize your abilities 😤
Sky:
Also loves to train with you - mainly because he’s fast on his feet and learning how much strength you have teaches him how to stay grounded if he’s hit (as much as he can be).
His eyes practically pop out of his head the minute he sees your arms out of your knights armor - your arms rivaling that of Twilights. (Hearty eyes hearty eyes)
He might ask to take a nap by being held by you please for the love of Hylia, LET HIM!
Twilight:
Another one who gets very surprised by your strength when you straight up tackle him or show off the gun show.
Might sumo wrestle you - actually no, HE WILL SUMO WRESTLE YOU IF YOU JUST GIVE HIM THE CHANCE
Also will ask you to help with gathering firewood for camp because it makes it easier if the two of you do it instead of Legend or Wind (for example).
Wild:
HELLO NEW HUNTING BUDDY
You WILL be carrying the caribou he takes down once he knows you can lift it and also helping strip the skin because oh my god does that take a while and he needs all the help he can get.
Will ask to sit on your shoulders to get a better vantage point to figure out where you all are.
Legend:
Not impressed (yes he is, don’t listen to him, he’s just salty)
Speechless when he witnesses you toss a wallmaster into a wall but tried to cover it up sarcastically saying “I could do that”.
Softens up to you when he’s injured and your carrying him/ripping some of your own clothing to make a bandage because they’re all out of potions.
Hyrule:
FORAGING FORAGING
HELP THIS GUY DIG UP THOSE PLANTS THAT ARE REALLY ROOTED INTO THE GROUND - HE NEEDS THEM FOR SPELLS AND POTIONS!
Fawning over you for real, he loves it.
Four:
1000% utilizing your muscles for making weapons (especially trying to make one for Wild)
He really admires your strength and your ability to keep up with everyone.
May ask to ride on piggy back on occasion.
Wind:
This kid is hanging off your arm like a jungle gym.
Attempts to do pull ups with your biceps.
Will ask for you to carry him via piggy back up the mountain because his legs hurt.
Bonus -
Fierce Diety:
Proud Dad
Cue the training music montage - another who likes to train with you - might even attempt to do curls or bench press you. You are his new apprentice now, there’s no escaping it.
Malon:
Malon is a STRONG woman herself and so she appreciates the extra muscle when it presents itself around the farm.
Definitely has you helping with heavy lifting around Lon Lon ranch.
Ravio:
1000% throwing his bags onto you and taking you to the markets, he loves having a strong person to go shopping with (Sorry Legend)
Practically swooning over you and appreciates you.
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