#still miss you mac

[twinkdemise]

early season macdennis fighting was insane like what the fuck was "i do good, i do good!!" "you've never done Any good for Anybody EVER."

#iasip #macdennis #they had this almost exact argument multiple times too #mac is crazy bc imagine being like You are the worst person ever. i want you. #thats just devotion atp idk #thinking abt that one macden with the textpost that was like Yeah hes evil but What if i was his favorite #im being really delusional abt them today sorry. but yeah #thats so them #also mac listened to countless women talk about how awful dennis was to them for Years and still was like yes this is the man i want. him. #theres a lot of stuff wrong with both of them #ohhh also the alley scene at the end of hundred dollar baby..... YOU GIVE US A SECOND. were you planning on telling me eventually.....? #i miss them

[macadam]

Alive again

#I miss my kids #usually I do work camp after all the kids leave and I have a moment to say goodbye to summer but this round I went down with everyone on #departure day #and it’s really weird. #I haven’t done that since 2019 lol #what do you meant just yesterday I was waking up 8 children and announcing the crafts for the day and frantically writing 28 cards #I miss the woods take me back #the sleep in was nice #the cost is great #mac mumbles #probably won’t be online much still lmaoooo #so many things to do. haven’t even unpacked yet

[callixton]

oh i am on the Brink of a mental breakdown. and like a real one. i am going to feel so so fucking terrible and guilty if i don’t go to the first week of mac rehearsal bc i need to recover but i am also getting the sense that i Need to recover. i have never been this burnt out or genuinely terrified of starting a new semester in my life.

#we go back to campus a week early for mac. to be clear #and god they’ll be long days and they’ll be physically emotionally and mentally draining and i genuinely dont know if i can take that #but i am also going to be missing SO much time. and i won’t be there to support the people who i need to #i have also. been thinking a lot about how i’m scared that i think so much abt death bc i’m gonna be one of those people #who seem even more than everyone else like they have a finite time and then they die young #and then my mom compared me to jonathan larson tonight #so maybe that’s some sort of sign that i need to slow the fuck down #i am crying rn. for myself. which happens about three times a year #and yeah one is usually during winter break so we’re on schedule #i don’t know. idk!! i don’t know what to do here #and i still have to do my fucking scene prep for tomorrow #bc i was talking my mom about it and i really needed support which she was giving and then she has to leave for five seconds #and when she came back the entire conversation was just about her own problems again which we’ve already talked about every fucking night bc #- you can’t leave conversations with her and i hate when she fucking drunks i hate it i hate it #i am Not Well. i’ve sort of been avoiding admitting to myself just how badly #but man. i can push through anything until i drop but when i start wishing that i’ll drop so i have an excuse for a break….. not good #ted talks #the west wing

[badnew2005]

the way bitey fixed tomshiv i think it could fix macden

#post north dakota macden i am always thinking of you . There Is a Hole That Can’t Be Filled #trying to just go back to the way it was BUT WE CANT !!!! we can never go back to before north dakota #because it’s not Just north dakota . it’s mac coming out. it’s mac being recognised as gay more frequently by the gang . it’s blatant and #you can’t ignore it . and if mac’s called gay then dennis will be too. if you just stay as you were #but you miss it. subtle static domesticity. everything was nothing and it didn’t matter #but you’re getting old. people are expecting you to Be Someone . there’s less and less excuses #BUT. bitey . it could unlock you #reminiscent of that physical closeness that wouldn’t mark you as cursed #the way it does now #express your deep viscious passionate hatred and all it’s faces #what’s behind the hate. who he really is . who you are. together and separate #mend the bridge. that you once stood on while it was still alight. hoping he could catch alight but all you did was burn yourself #there’s no coming back from north dakota #but maybe bitey will be the unspoken tools to mend your home

[kohakhearts]

some fun typos of anipoke characters’ names ive made so far in this fic:

(the timeless classic) gay

gog

gof

hog

horance

???

i have a really hard time with goh, ok…

#taylor.txt #horance made me laugh bc i didnt even notice it until way later. it just felt right #but hog was baffling. and what inspired this post. lots more characters still yet to show up #perhaps even ask and musty or their friends mat and mac… #tangentially my students loved when i informed them my high school friends dubbed me ‘typo taylor’ when i was roughly their ages #in reference to one of them asking about a typo and me being like have you noticed ive never given you a rubric WITHOUT a typo? #i even read them over! its just in my blood. anyway i miss teaching school is not it lmao

[dennisboobs]

every time i see people making posts about the sad state of the sunny wiki i take ten points of psychic damage and then run off to fix whatever the fuck someone has mentioned

#and if you go back to see it and notice it's all been completely rewitten just know i am lurking. please help me #the amount of work for one person is. incredibly overwhelming. but im trying my best hdjsbjd #not having active mods for 12 years will do that to a wiki! #not the first long dead wiki ive resurrected but the bones of the sunny wiki are. frankly. absolute shit #ada speaks #tfw you go to edit a page and fandom spam filter pops up informing you that there is a racial slur on the page #and you cant publish your edit until it's been deleted. #the fact that these pages were written and HAVE NOT BEEN TOUCHED since before they implemented a spam filter 💕💕💕 #anyway i started in on mac's page. its been reformatted. the actual content is still hot garbage but #structurally it matches dennis and charlie's now #which means... eventually #when i am not Dying. #i can rewrite it #add a proper fucking recap #charlie's page was worse than mac's but dennis' was just. good god. #well. nothing was worse than dennis' fucking subpages #dennis' mental illness subpage you will not be missed #absolute garbage fire of a page. nothing even CLOSE to what a wiki page should look like #speculation has no place on a fcking wiki

[quickhacked]

wanted to do more of these so!! fallout boys (new vegas and 4 respectively) and their boyfriends >:^)

#tag games #ask:nestor #ask:tiberius #i'll just use those tags shgfjdhg it's technically still a tag game <3 sort of #DID YOU GUYS MISS NESTOR i know i did #nestor uses any pronouns except it and tiberius uses he/they btw <3 #AND YEAS YOU MAY RB #i'm spinning them in my brain so fast #arcade and nestor confessing at the same time... gayass #mac unintentionally fell in love with tiberius after a facking. bet. i hate him #tiberius' stats are funny to me. there's a lot to unpack there #nestor being both straightforward and vague we stan a [vague hand gestures] queen <3 #ALSO YEAH I KNOW NESTOR AND ARCADE BOTH DO NOT HAVE THEIR CORRECT HAIR COLOR IN THESE PICTURES BUT IT'S FINE #i've found peace with it. don't worry about it. #anyway if you have questions about them hello hiiii my asks are open <3 #haven't played new vegas in ages and never finished it but i can come up with lore on the spot it's one of my hidden talents

[thedeadthree]

CHARACTER NATURE AESTHETICS

hi! i was tagged by the darlings @risingsh0t, @blackreaches, @chuckhansen, @leviiackrman and @dihardys to do this cutest tag game for a few loves! ty so much! <3 (x)

TAGGING: @griffin-wood, @queennymeria, @marivenah, @confidentandgood, @yennas, @aartyom, @swordcoasts, @florbelles, @shellibisshe, @jackiesarch, @jacobseed, @belorage, @virassan, @shadowglens, @heroofpenamstan, @multiverse-of-themind, @celticwoman, @inkrys, @adelaidedrubman, @roofgeese, @steelport, @flyntz, @arklay, @roberthouses, @aceghosts, @alexandbear, @pheedraws, @loriane-elmuerto, @rosebarsoap and you!

Cottagecore

homemade bread, throwing seeds out for the chickens, a tabby cat, patchwork quilts, puffy skirts, ceramic dishes, fresh flowers in a glass jar, herbs hanging from the ceiling, freckles, grey eyes, Athena, old recipe books, a cookie tin filled with recipe cards from grandma, home-sewn pillows, a plate of cookies, the smell of rosemary cooking in a pot of water on the stove, a floral tea pot, salt and pepper shakers, pansies, bartering with neighbors, biking to town, stained glass windows

Zen Gardencore

rocks raked with precision, bonsai trees, holy temples, moss covering statues of gods and godesses, reading ancient texts, being blessed by your ancestors, trusting and family devotion, watercolors on paper, ink on skin, poetry and art, hot springs, cherry blossoms, little flames flickering behind paper curtains, the smell of incense burning, figurines carved from jade and gold from centuries ago, rain, a mist seeping around your ankles as you make your way to school, a chalkboard, scraps of cloth made into art, origami, your father’s heirloom sword you long to one day pick up like your favorite Disney Princess, tranquility and peace, stubborn and proud

Junglecore

exotic animals, tree house, waterfalls, learning the calls of native birds, bright colors and natural materials, bracelets made from wooden beads and bones and feathers, collecting mushrooms (if you know you know), shirts with the sleeves cut off, leaving plastic bottle caps out full of water for frogs to soak in, cutting jeans to make them into shorts, wading in the river, cutting your own hair, bamboo wind chimes, upcycled art, fish in plastic jugs, air plants, climbing up trees using the vines, harvesting your own fruit

Forestcore

deep silences of the oldest trees, darkness, log cabins, deer antlers mounted on the wall, rearticulated skeletons, hand-dried pelts, pots of stew cooking over a fire, pancakes in a cast iron pan, brown boots worn from hiking, an old walking stick, bonfires at night, roasting marshmallows and making s’mores, strange markings carved into the bark of trees, ferns that curl up when touched, hearing animals dart here and there but never being able to catch more than a quick glimpse of them out of the corner of your eye, finding half-eaten acorns and mushrooms, large tracks from something you can’t identify, bow hunting

Beachcore

seashell collection, model boats, jars of sand, windswept hair, the feel of the wooden boardwalk on your bare feet, big sunglasses, light blue walls, rope hammock, pillows with anchors embroidered on them, flip flops, shining sun, fish tank, sea animal plushies, a steering wheel from a boat on your wall, plates and mugs with seahorses on them, bracelets with plastic shell and dolphin and turtle beads on them, postcards from the ocean, wind chimes made of sea glass

Mountain/Meadowcore

watching the rabbits down in the valley, reading a book in a window seat, checking the sky for storms, knitting heavy quilts for the winter, many layers of clothing, waking up to see the sunrise and sitting outside for the sunset, enjoying the company of ones-self, mountain goats, clovers, laying in the tall grass underneath the sun, field mice, crystal and gemstone collection, a tin filled with buttons and sewing needles and thread, fresh-brewed coffee in the morning, scones

Cottagecore

homemade bread, throwing seeds out for the chickens, a tabby cat, patchwork quilts, puffy skirts, ceramic dishes (prefers gold), fresh flowers in a glass jar, herbs hanging from the ceiling, freckles, grey eyes, Athena, old recipe books, a cookie tin filled with recipe cards from grandma, home-sewn pillows, a plate of cookies, the smell of rosemary cooking in a pot of water on the stove, a floral tea pot, salt and pepper shakers, pansies, bartering with neighbors (if she wants for something she will have it), biking to town, stained glass windows

Zen Gardencore

rocks raked with precision, bonsai trees, holy temples, moss covering statues of gods and godesses, reading ancient texts, being blessed by your ancestors, trusting and family devotion, watercolors on paper, ink on skin, poetry and art, hot springs, cherry blossoms, little flames flickering behind paper curtains, the smell of incense burning, figurines carved from jade and gold from centuries ago, rain, a mist seeping around your ankles as you make your way to school, a chalkboard, scraps of cloth made into art, origami, your father’s heirloom sword you long to one day pick up like your favorite Disney Princess, tranquility and peace, stubborn and proud

Junglecore

exotic animals, tree house, waterfalls, learning the calls of native birds, bright colors and natural materials, bracelets made from wooden beads and bones and feathers, collecting mushrooms, shirts with the sleeves cut off, leaving plastic bottle caps out full of water for frogs to soak in, cutting jeans to make them into shorts, wading in the river, cutting your own hair, bamboo wind chimes, upcycled art, fish in plastic jugs, air plants, climbing up trees using the vines, harvesting your own fruit

Forestcore

deep silences of the oldest trees, darkness, log cabins, deer antlers mounted on the wall, rearticulated skeletons, hand-dried pelts, pots of stew cooking over a fire, pancakes in a cast iron pan, brown boots worn from hiking, an old walking stick, bonfires at night, roasting marshmallows and making s’mores, strange markings carved into the bark of trees, ferns that curl up when touched, hearing animals dart here and there but never being able to catch more than a quick glimpse of them out of the corner of your eye, finding half-eaten acorns and mushrooms, large tracks from something you can’t identify, bow hunting

Beachcore

seashell collection, model boats, jars of sand, windswept hair, the feel of the wooden boardwalk on your bare feet, big sunglasses, light blue walls, rope hammock, pillows with anchors embroidered on them, flip flops, shining sun, fish tank, sea animal plushies, a steering wheel from a boat on your wall, plates and mugs with seahorses on them, bracelets with plastic shell and dolphin and turtle beads on them, postcards from the ocean, wind chimes made of sea glass

Mountain/Meadowcore

watching the rabbits down in the valley, reading a book in a window seat, checking the sky for storms, knitting heavy quilts for the winter, many layers of clothing, waking up to see the sunrise and sitting outside for the sunset, enjoying the company of ones-self, mountain goats, clovers, laying in the tall grass underneath the sun, field mice, crystal and gemstone collection, a tin filled with buttons and sewing needles and thread, fresh-brewed coffee in the morning, scones

Cottagecore

homemade bread, throwing seeds out for the chickens, a tabby cat, patchwork quilts, puffy skirts, ceramic dishes, fresh flowers in a glass jar, herbs hanging from the ceiling, freckles, grey eyes, Athena, old recipe books, a cookie tin filled with recipe cards from grandma, home-sewn pillows, a plate of cookies, the smell of rosemary cooking in a pot of water on the stove, a floral tea pot, salt and pepper shakers, pansies, bartering with neighbors (a waste of time), biking to town, stained glass windows

Zen Gardencore

rocks raked with precision, bonsai trees, holy temples, moss covering statues of gods and godesses, reading ancient texts, being blessed by your ancestors, trusting and family devotion (HUGE NO), watercolors on paper, ink on skin, poetry and art, hot springs, cherry blossoms, little flames flickering behind paper curtains, the smell of incense burning, figurines carved from jade and gold from centuries ago, rain, a mist seeping around your ankles as you make your way to school, a chalkboard, scraps of cloth made into art, origami, your father’s heirloom sword you long to one day pick up like your favorite Disney Princess, tranquility and peace, stubborn and proud

Junglecore

exotic animals, tree house, waterfalls, learning the calls of native birds, bright colors and natural materials, bracelets made from wooden beads and bones and feathers, collecting mushrooms, shirts with the sleeves cut off, leaving plastic bottle caps out full of water for frogs to soak in, cutting jeans to make them into shorts, wading in the river, cutting your own hair, bamboo wind chimes, upcycled art, fish in plastic jugs, air plants, climbing up trees using the vines, harvesting your own fruit

Forestcore

deep silences of the oldest trees, darkness, log cabins, deer antlers mounted on the wall, rearticulated skeletons, hand-dried pelts, pots of stew cooking over a fire, pancakes in a cast iron pan, brown boots worn from hiking, an old walking stick, bonfires at night, roasting marshmallows and making s’mores, strange markings carved into the bark of trees, ferns that curl up when touched, hearing animals dart here and there but never being able to catch more than a quick glimpse of them out of the corner of your eye, finding half-eaten acorns and mushrooms, large tracks from something you can’t identify, bow hunting

Beachcore

seashell collection, model boats, jars of sand, windswept hair, the feel of the wooden boardwalk on your bare feet, big sunglasses, light blue walls, rope hammock, pillows with anchors embroidered on them, flip flops, shining sun, fish tank, sea animal plushies, a steering wheel from a boat on your wall, plates and mugs with seahorses on them, bracelets with plastic shell and dolphin and turtle beads on them, postcards from the ocean, wind chimes made of sea glass

Mountain/Meadowcore

watching the rabbits down in the valley, reading a book in a window seat, checking the sky for storms, knitting heavy quilts for the winter, many layers of clothing, waking up to see the sunrise and sitting outside for the sunset, enjoying the company of ones-self, mountain goats, clovers, laying in the tall grass underneath the sun, field mice, crystal and gemstone collection, a tin filled with buttons and sewing needles and thread, fresh-brewed coffee in the morning, scones

Cottagecore

homemade bread, throwing seeds out for the chickens, a tabby cat, patchwork quilts, puffy skirts, ceramic dishes, fresh flowers in a glass jar, herbs hanging from the ceiling, freckles, grey eyes, Athena, old recipe books, a cookie tin filled with recipe cards from grandma, home-sewn pillows, a plate of cookies, the smell of rosemary cooking in a pot of water on the stove, a floral tea pot, salt and pepper shakers, pansies, bartering with neighbors, biking to town, stained glass windows

Zen Gardencore

rocks raked with precision, bonsai trees, holy temples, moss covering statues of gods and godesses, reading ancient texts, being blessed by your ancestors, trusting and family devotion, watercolors on paper, ink on skin, poetry and art, hot springs, cherry blossoms, little flames flickering behind paper curtains, the smell of incense burning, figurines carved from jade and gold from centuries ago, rain, a mist seeping around your ankles as you make your way to school, a chalkboard, scraps of cloth made into art, origami, your father’s heirloom sword you long to one day pick up like your favorite Disney Princess, tranquility and peace, stubborn and proud

Junglecore

exotic animals, tree house, waterfalls, learning the calls of native birds, bright colors and natural materials, bracelets made from wooden beads and bones and feathers, collecting mushrooms, shirts with the sleeves cut off, leaving plastic bottle caps out full of water for frogs to soak in, cutting jeans to make them into shorts, wading in the river, cutting your own hair, bamboo wind chimes, upcycled art, fish in plastic jugs, air plants, climbing up trees using the vines, harvesting your own fruit

Forestcore

deep silences of the oldest trees, darkness, log cabins, deer antlers mounted on the wall, rearticulated skeletons, hand-dried pelts, pots of stew cooking over a fire, pancakes in a cast iron pan, brown boots worn from hiking, an old walking stick, bonfires at night, roasting marshmallows and making s’mores, strange markings carved into the bark of trees, ferns that curl up when touched, hearing animals dart here and there but never being able to catch more than a quick glimpse of them out of the corner of your eye, finding half-eaten acorns and mushrooms, large tracks from something you can’t identify, bow hunting

Beachcore

seashell collection, model boats, jars of sand, windswept hair, the feel of the wooden boardwalk on your bare feet, big sunglasses, light blue walls, rope hammock, pillows with anchors embroidered on them, flip flops, shining sun, fish tank, sea animal plushies, a steering wheel from a boat on your wall, plates and mugs with seahorses on them, bracelets with plastic shell and dolphin and turtle beads on them, postcards from the ocean, wind chimes made of sea glass

Mountain/Meadowcore

watching the rabbits down in the valley, reading a book in a window seat, checking the sky for storms, knitting heavy quilts for the winter, many layers of clothing, waking up to see the sunrise and sitting outside for the sunset, enjoying the company of ones-self, mountain goats, clovers, laying in the tall grass underneath the sun, field mice, crystal and gemstone collection, a tin filled with buttons and sewing needles and thread, fresh-brewed coffee in the morning, scones

#only if you want to of course! 🖤 #oc: lioslaith mac ruaidhrí #oc: adda de trastamara #oc: zoya de tancarville #oc: holland willoughby #leg.ocs #leg.tagged #leg.txt #if you have done this already please feel free to ignore! and if i missed you please take this as your tag! #THANK YOU SO MUCH BELOVEDS <3 #i will for sure be doing this with more ocs..! this was so cute to do! #ajsnkak lioslaith in the last two sessions on picking mushrooms IM SCREAMING.. she wishes not to kansxkajs #(they are at times fae affiliated and alive and like.... as the heir of an empire she wishes not to make enemies of potential allies..?) #i also realized i liked zoya better (the name meaning is more fitting! its 'from zeus' and her being descended from -> #a vampiric divine being her name meaning 'from a god' FIT SO WELL for her you know?) #i still need to figure out what her class is but ill get to play her in 3 days so ill determine that then! <3 #i love that holland aligned with so many of the aesthetics here <3 that ex personal assistant was MEANT for life in stardew <3 #zoya LOATHING beaches and cottages asnjkhnxdk but that dearest the most in love with the zen garden..! love that for u! #even the chaotic/lawful evil aligned (it varies on her mood that day ajnxksn) need *peace* u know <3 #also SCREAMING how much zoy VEHEMENTLY loathes trusting anyone especially her family.. so that's why that was a HARD no asnk #given her back story its so on brand! also loving for adda that she also felt the most at home with the garden aesthetic! #shes also lawful evil aligned jsanxn (at times lawful neutral bc though power hungry she still loves her people <3)

[charmac]

sugar daddy au has me distraught b/c this trope is not usually my thing but im OBSSESSED with ur fic… literally reading the existing chapters over and over to hold myself over til the next one. i think its how u write their dynamic that just has a death grip on me like its so good

Believe me when I tell you that it's not usually my thing either. Like, AUs, meh, never been big on them but, like you said, it's the dynamic it's just so palpable like sink your teeth in and thrash around for hours...

I'm glad it's re-readable! That's nice to hear because I think once you (the audience) read Chapter 8, you might wanna go back and re-read Chapter 6...

Sooo.. 23.7k words. September 21, 4pm EST. (Sorry it's running late, but I think it will be worth the wait.)

Thanks for being an active reader! I give you this offering, ahead of time:

#sugar daddy au #dennis reynolds #cos the playlist thats why im tagging him cos i tried to make it very accurate.. #but it is his sex playlist in this chapter 8 #and the order of the playlist is very intentional. the length of the playlist is EXACT. know that... #also yes im being a little selfish giving you a date time for the update #but i want to be available when ppl are reading #bc i want you guys to COME TALK TO ME #pleaSE #theres. so much. in here #like so much... you could write me an entire play by play on your thoughts #theres. so fuckin much #again like yeah this is an au but goddamn if this isnt a deep dennis headdive #also Mac is just. very good from dennis' perspective #im gonna miss it... #which thats why its 23k words cos. i get two chapters in dennis' shoes im gonna TAKE EM. #ik whoever is still reading this is like christ you can type all this but you cant update the fuckin fic #soooooo true #do you want a spoiler or something #theres more baseball... #thats not a good spoiler? #cockwarming is being added to the fic tags #there ya go #night night... see everyone tomorrow

[haledamage]

Lady’s Luncheon

for my dearest @queen-scribbles HAPPY BIRTHDAY CAIT!!! 💖💖💖 continuing my theme from previous years, here’s two ladies sharing a meal and a chat ;) though Xaeryn and Iorwen are both a bit more reticent to talk about their infatuations than AJ and Kira were. 

1920′s AU tLBT-verse, after they briefly run into each other in chapter 4! Xaeryn is Cait’s and Iorwen is mine and both are our MC’s from @shepherds-of-haven 💖

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“Well, well, well. Detective Xaeryn Shrike.”

Iorwen called out the name as soon as she spotted the lady detective, and Xaeryn looked up from perusing a small notebook to stand and greet her.

Without the pressure of work and without Trick and Trouble’s pistols pointed at her, it was easy to recognize Ryn as the girl she’d known in school. They’d never been especially close, but they had both been part of Red’s circle of friends, so they’d at least been familiar.

Then again, it was rare to find anyone who wasn’t part of Red’s circle. He could charm the bark off a tree, if he had half a mind to.

In fact, he was the reason they were meeting here, too. Once it had finally clicked why she recognized Xaeryn, Wen had called Red to find out if he knew how to get in contact with her. It wasn’t surprising that he did; the two of them had always been stuck on each other, even if they’d never acted on it. Or noticed.

One thing had led to another, and now here they were, at a tidy, quiet little cafe that Wen had never heard of. It was certainly much nicer than the jazz halls and speakeasies Trouble liked to drag her to.

“Iorwen,” Ryn greeted with a smile, taking her hand in a warm, firm handshake. “It’s just ‘Miss’ Shrike. And should I call you ‘Captain’ Emroth?”

Wen shook her head as she slid into the seat across from her. “Only when I’m on duty. Otherwise, it’s technically ‘Doctor’. But just Iorwen to you, please.”

“You find time to practice medicine while hunting cultists?” Xaeryn slipped the little pad of paper into her bag as she asked the question.

“More like hunting cultists is why I practice medicine,” Iorwen replied with an easy laugh. “Keeping the Shepherds patched up is a full time job in itself.”

A waitress came by with drinks before they could say more. They waited until she was well out of earshot before continuing; apparently, being a detective made one just as paranoid as the Shepherds did. Or maybe it stemmed from being Mages.

“How’s your thief hunt going?”

“Still in progress.” Ryn’s lips pursed in frustration, eyes going distant with thought. Iorwen could almost see the gears turning in her head, rereading that notebook of hers from memory. It made sense that she was a detective; she had never met a mystery she could let lie.

“I don’t know how much help I can be, officially speaking,” Iorwen said slowly, making sure she had the other woman’s full attention before she continued. “But off the books, I have a few contacts I can ask to keep a look out. Discreetly.”

“And how much would this ‘off the books’ help cost?” Ryn asked carefully.

Wen waved off the idea. She wasn’t going to make an old friend pay her to essentially trick Trinaeste into being helpful. “Remind your bo to answer the damn phone once in a while and we’ll call it even. I’m tired of making the drive to Capra every time I need to consult with him.”

Xaeryn suddenly found the table runner fascinating, smoothing a hand over it to flatten out the creases before doing the same to her already immaculate skirt. “I’m afraid you have the wrong idea.”

Oh, Liefred, you sap. Iorwen barely stifled a sigh. He was so effortlessly charming, except when it counted. What a mug. “My apologies. The way he talks about you, I just assumed…”

That got the detective’s attention, though she still didn’t ask about it. Apparently Red wasn’t the only one who didn’t know how to get the words out. Wen let her have her secrets, for now, and pushed the subject back into shallower waters.

They let the conversation meander wherever it wanted to. It revolved around work, mostly; being a workaholic was clearly a trait the two of them shared. They talked about the Shepherds and Ryn’s work as a detective, about Haven, about Solhadur and their travels since leaving the academy.

“Where’s the farthest a job has ever taken you?” Iorwen asked, swirling her drink in her glass. The ice had long since melted and it was more water than anything else now.

“Hmm.” Xaeryn tapped a finger against her chin in thought. “Heth Macoll. The son of a well-to-do local family had gone missing. His mother thought he’d been kidnapped, but it turns out he’d run away and eloped.”

“Lack of communication is the real culprit once again. Those are always the best outcomes. And the worst.” Wen knocked back the last of her drink and dropped the glass to the table. “I bet Dearest Mother didn’t give you jack.”

“That’s why you always get payment up front,” Ryn laughed. She sat forward in her seat, elbows on the edge. “What about you? The Shepherds must send you all over Blest.”

“I went to The Reach a few months ago. Endarkened-born plague. Ugly business.” She bit her tongue to stop herself from saying more. That wasn’t the kind of talk for a nice joint like this. “I’ll tell you about it sometime. Someplace a little less... ritzy.”

Xaeryn was clearly getting antsy too. She did a good job of hiding it, but she kept reaching for her bag, patting it like she was making sure it was still there. Her mystery called to her again, begging to be solved.

“I should prob’ly get going. Blade will start to worry if I don’t check in soon.” It wasn’t entirely the truth - if only because Blade was definitely already worrying, with her off on her own while there was a known cult presence in town. But Ryn was too polite to leave first, so Wen gave her an out.

They paid their meals and donned their hats and gloves, stepping outside together. Instead of a farewell handshake, they gave each other a quick, friendly hug.

“We should do this again sometime,” Xaeryn offered. Despite the call of work, she still hesitated to leave.

“Bet on it. Here,” Iorwen dug in the pocket of her jacket to find a card. She didn’t use them often, but always kept a few on her just in case. “If you need a doctor’s slant on a case, or if you just want to grab a drink. Give me a ring.”

The card joined the notebook in her bag, alongside gods-only-knew what else. “I will. Thank you, Dr. Emroth.”

“Anytime, Detective.”

She watched Xaeryn walk away, waiting until the steady click of her heels on pavement faded before lighting a stick of charch and heading off in the opposite direction. Time to hunt down a grifter and see if she could convince him to help look for a different one.

#happy birthday my dear 💖 hope it's a fantastic one! #iorwen emroth #xaeryn shrike #this is a little shorter than I wanted it to be #but it was either this or they were going to have a whole novel involving a murder mystery #where ryn brings in wen to consult on the cause of death #(that may still happen but that's a mystery for AFTER the solimer's torch is found) #I had a bunch of ideas that I was working on but after their brief run-in I KNEW it had to be ryn and wen #so I've been waiting to reblog that because I didn't want to give this away :3 #they give me very miss fisher and mac vibes #the lady detective and her doctor friend #also iorwen being like HEY DO YOU LIKE RED but saying NOTHING about her own complicated romantic entanglements is very in character for her #(shhhh yes I know xaeryn has already run into chase but iorwen doesn't know that okay let her flirt with her thief)

[hunsa-jars]

kay so watched the rest of mOnKiE just now and um

HHFDNSFNSHDNHSNHNHN

#I PASSING THE FUCK OUT I'M GOING CRAZY #CRYING AND CHEERING THROWING UP EVEN #HELLOOO??? #OOF MY HEART AND MY BONES (EYY-) #LET'S GO LET'S GO LET'S GO #GOD THE ANIMATION WAS GORGEOUS IT WAS MAYBE PRETTIER THAN EVER?? #AND FNSHDFHDS #GOOD LORD I LOVE RED SON SO MUCH HE WAS AMAZING AND *AGGRESSIVE MOUSE SOBBING AND WAILING* #I'M SO PROUD OF MK AND MEI MY PRECIOUS MY BELOVEDS OUGHHHH- #TANG AND PIGSY AND SANDY JUST GAVE ME SO MUCH SEROTONIN YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND THEY WERE JUST THERE AND I WAS SIMPLY DUMMY HAPPY TO SEE THEM #NEZHAAAAA MAN I ADORE THEM PLEASE PLEAAAAASE I WISH WE HAD MORE OF EM #bro that mayor backstory? jeez #JEEZ MF INSANE #MAC (i missed his english voice so much btw i swear to christ hearing it for the first time in months BROKE my spine AND I ASCENDED TF UP-) #MACAQUE GUYS HOLY SHIT #THANK YOU! WE DIDN'T GET THE WHOLE MAKING UP THING WU BUT STILL I TAKE IT #SPEAKING OF WUKONG- #BUHHHHHHH OH GOD OH F #POSSESSED KING WUKONG KINDA HAD ME #👀👀👀 #OKAY NO ACTUALLY *BEFORE* HE GOT POSSESSED HE WAS SO ANGY AND KICKED SERIOUS ASS IT WAS EVERYTHING #HIS EXPRESSIONS?? EXCUSE ME DEAR FLYING BARK I'M WEAK I'M OFFICIALLY WEAK #THE MUSIC WAS GREAT TOO VERY BEAUTIFUL VERY POWERFUL #I'M SO NORMAL ABOUT THIS AS A WHOLE GUYS #WE ADOPTED THE GIRL WHAT'S HER NAME SHE'S OUR NEW DAUGHTER NOW #okay but the spider demons showing up made me very very sad #i miss syntax and huntsman :'< #THE ENDING HHHH THE ENDING #I I NEED MORE I NEED IT PLEASE I ACTUALLY WANT MORE OR I WILL BAIL AND ROLL INTO THE ABYSS IDK- I JUST WANT MORE #lord it was good

[musicrunsthroughmysoul]

I cannot remember the last time I cried over a celebrity's death but I AM FUCKING CRYING RIGHT NOW

#thank you besty and The Universe for allowing me to see Fleetwood Mac live at least once before this happened oh god #AND CHRIS MADE THAT CONCERT SO GOOD OMFG I AM REALLY SO UPSET #how many of my favorite keyboardists/pianists of all-time are still alive now? oh man. jesus fuck. this hurts #Christine you will be so missed

[postyxmendes]

it’s been four years angel 😔💛

#mac miller #we miss you so much #one of my favorite pictures of him #ugh heart still hearts

[blackmesa-vr]

🥊🏆

#Still thinking about Doc. As is expected of me. #I miss him a lot. Not just as a father‚ but as a coach‚ too! #I would've never had a chance to even *try* going pro if it wasn't for him. And if anyone *had* given me the time of day‚ I would've been #eaten alive at boxing camps and sparring matches. I owed my whole career and my love of the sport to him. #Now that I'm training again it makes me feel that absence even more. Boxing is an infamously solitary sport‚ but it sure did help to have #someone cheering you on. He always managed to find a way to work with my weaknesses and accommodate to me. #Unlike the rest of the boxing scene‚ both then and now. God. #You'd think it would've gotten easier. But I think it's gotten way worse. I miss my coach. I miss how attainable my goals felt when he was #there to help. I miss how he made me feel like I *did* stand a chance against the world. How he steered me away from all of the things that #would've killed my passion for the sport. #Now I have to do that on my own and it's hard‚ man! It's really hard. #But hey. It's not like I was ever dealt the best of hands with this kind of thing back then either. #🥊🏆 #rambling #MAC YOU HAVE REQUESTS TO WORK ON! STOP MOPING!

[trendfag]

lmao i had some friends in college who only started watching drag race in 2020 and on thanksgiving i went to their apartment and after dinner we sat at the tv and we started talking about drag race and they mention they watched season 9 but not the reunion. and me and our other friend were like oh my god we’re watching the season nine reunion right now

#i made mac and cheese and pot brownies for that thanskgiving ❤️🥲 #help wait one of the people im talking about is on tumblr LOL i wonder if she still follows me i still follow her i went to a concert with #her last year also. amy if youre reading this hiiiiii many of my fondest memories are with you and our friends and i miss you and wish covid #had never happened so that i wouldnt have dropped out of college and i wouldve stayed like actual friends with you guys instead of falling #off the face of the earth :p

[starkwlkr]

mother (no, literally) | f1

I’m so happy you guys are loving this series 🫶🏼 this one has a bit of a time skip lol

part 1 part 2

“Did you hear the news?”

“What news?” Lando asked. It was the first race since coming back from summer break and Lando was excited. He had arrived a bit early so he could eat breakfast with his grid mom, but the mention of ‘news’ stopped him.

“Y/n is out of for the rest of the season. Porsche announced it yesterday.” His PR manager, Charlotte, told him.

“Who’s taking her seat?” He asked.

“Juan Manuel Correa.”

Lando stayed silent. He started to think of the worst possible scenarios. He knew she went to to Mykonos with Charlie for her break since she posted on Instagram and texted him that she got him several gifts. Did something happen on her vacation? He prayed that she was okay.

“Do you know if Adam is in the garage?” Lando asked.

“Yeah, he’s still there.”

And so Lando was off to the Porsche garage in search of their team principal. He definitely had the answers. After greeting the engineers, Lando spotted Adam talking with Juan Manuel Correa.

“Hey, man.” Lando greeted the older man. “Where’s Y/n?.”

Both Adam and Juan Manuel looked at Lando with a sorry look. “Did something happen to her? She didn’t text me anything about leaving Porsche.” Lando wanted the truth.

“She’s not leaving. She’s taking a break and don’t ask me for how long, I have no idea when she’ll be back, but for now we have Juan and I’m sure he’ll do an excellent job. Excuse us, we have to have a short meeting right now. Don’t worry, Lando, she’s not sick or injured. She’s fine, actually she’s more than fine.” Adam squeezed Lando’s shoulder as he passed by to get to his team.

“Do you know something?” Lando asked Juan.

“It’s not my place to tell.” Juan said then excused himself to follow his team principal.

Lando figured that if it was one thing bad then surely someone would tell him. But he received no answers.

TIME SKIP BROUGHT TO YOU BY MARK WEBBER’S DILFNESS

The F1 off season was here and Lando had plans. First, he needed to see his grid mother. It had been months since he last saw her and everytime he tried to make time to go see her, she wasn’t home. He found it odd, but at least she responded back to his messages.

Y/n was in her LA home with Charlie making dinner. She had found several recipes she wanted to try out. Her belly had grown, obviously, and she couldn’t hide it anymore. When she went out with Charlie, she would wear baggy clothes, but now those same baggy clothes couldn’t hide her bump.

“I’ve been thinking.” Y/n mentioned, grabbing a chocolate covered strawberry and eating it. “We never talked about godparents. Do you have anyone in mind?”

“I assumed Lando would be the obvious choice even if he doesn’t know about the baby.” Charlie replied, grabbing a strawberry and eating it.

“He was my first choice the second I found out. But I thought that you would choose one of your friends or costars from sons of anarchy.” Y/n stood up from her chair to check on the mac and cheese in the oven.

“If you think Lando should be our baby’s godfather then he should. He’s a great kid, babe. He’s technically your first kid.” Charlie teased.

“I miss my grid kids.”

The doorbell had rung meaning Lando had arrived. It was Charlie’s idea to have dinner with Lando to tell him the news. Well . . Once he noticed the big baby bump on Y/n, he would get an idea. While Charlie went to answer the door, Y/n got the mac and cheese out the oven.

Lando had gotten used to being around Charlie. Sure, he was a bit skeptical at first, but once he got to know the man, he knew that Charlie was the one for his grid mom.

“Hey, mate. How was your flight?” Cherie greeted Lando once he opened the door.

“Same as all the others. How are you and the missus?” Lando asked, bringing in his suitcase since he was going to stay with Y/n and Charlie for a couple of days.

“We’re great. Y/n was counting down the days until you got here. She’s in the kitchen. Babe? Lando’s here.” Charlie announced as him and Lando walked towards the kitchen.

The younger driver was stunned when he saw how much Y/n had changed. It it wasn’t a bad change, it was the best change. She smiled at Lando and walked to him to give him a hug.

“You’re pregnant! That’s amazing! Oh my god, you’re going to be an actual mum!” Lando gasped. “Is this why you’ve been hiding?”

“Pretty much. I didn’t want to make my pregnancy public until the birth. I wanted to make sure everything was okay. But it’s more than okay. Baby Hunnam is healthy and growing so fast.” Y/n explained.

“I’m happy for you. Wow, you’re going to be a mum.” He said it as if he couldn’t believe it. “Congratulations to both of you. Do you know the gender yet?”

“We decided to keep it a secret until the birth.” Charlie added.

“Well I think one thing is certain. Baby Hunnam is going to have a lot of overprotective uncles when they make their paddock debut.”

#formula 1 #f1 x reader #formula 1 imagine #f1 imagine #f1 x you #f1 driver!reader #lando norris #lewis hamilton #charles leclerc #carlos sainz jr #george russell #oscar piastri #logan sargeant #mick schumacher #alex albon