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sweetpeauserboxes · 2 years

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[id: a black userbox with a gray blue border and gray blue text that reads “this user loves the broomer boys.” on the left is an image of the broomer boys from extraordinarily excellent entities. /end id]

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spurkspaint · 2 years

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never forgot the time i was watching ot and had to piss and went in the living room so i didnt have to hear trowel and beer kiss but then i heard it from the living room anyways

#ace posted a thing stfu ace #shitpost #true story btw #ii nickel #nickel ii #hold on one sec I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUU DO U LOVE ME TOO broomer boys moment #watching the zombies short for the 2763rd time dear lord help

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lemonxlimee · 21 days

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Okay well I'm bored so here's some of my osc headcanons

Sibling/Family

Pencil and Pen are siblings. Pencil is older by a few years, and Pen has trouble being apart from her for too long due to his RAD (Reactive Attachment Disorder). Marker is their cousin, he's younger than them both.

Tree, Leafy, Flower and Grassy (in that order) are siblings. They usually don't acknowledge this because the age gaps between them are so big, but Flower and Leafy have a propensity to favour each other since their ages are closer and they grew up together. Their ages in BFB are: Tree: 27, Leafy: 19, Flower: 18, Grassy: 6

Woody is a cousin. He's 17 in BFB.

Silver Spoon and Knife are brothers. They don't know that; Silver Spoon was raised in a rich neighbourhood by their mother, and Knife was "raised" by his "father" somewhere else.

Firey and Match are half-siblings. Firey is a little older than Match.

Firey Jr is the result of a failed Firey recovery. The former likes to think of them as brothers, but Firey would rather not think about the little one.

I also agree with the idea that Firey is a fireafy child, but I don't like fireafy so I choose to ignore it.

Paintbrush and Broomer are cousins, and they have lunch over their art every other weekend. Paintbrush is The Broomer Boys' album artist.

Gelatin and Lollipop are not related, but they think of each other as their sibling. Gelatin is younger than Lolly.

Fan and Paper are cousins.

Coiny and Nickel (bfb) are twins, but Nickel is younger.

If they were to be humans, Yin and Yang would be conjoined twins.

Book, Journal and Casey are siblings.

Fan and Fanny are siblings.

General

Black Hole has alexithymia. That means he has trouble identifying his emotions and often feels as if he doesn't have them.

Liy used to be an assassin; that's why she found so much joy and fulfilment in being part of Death PACT.

Because of his RAD, Pen has convinced himself he and Eraser are soulmates.

Two's birthday is 2/2/2002. They're the third-youngest Numeric Algebralien, the only younger being Four (4/12/2004) and X (7/28/2008).

Golf Ball made herself prosthetic arms, but she rarely uses them as she finds them to be "a hassle." Tennis Ball wears him, though, only because he feels an obligation to use GB's invention (since she made it for him, and it would be rude not to accept a gift!)

all the Electric contestants (Remote, TV, Robot Flower, Lightning and Fanny) are in an alliance. Price Tag and Profily are honorary members.

Coiny is dyslexic. That means he has trouble identifying words and letters and often spells and reads things incorrectly.

Bell loves Christmas music and often forces her teammates to go carolling with her every morning in December.

Blocky is great at physics (some of his pranks wouldn't work unless he carefully calculated them first, so he needs to be at least a little smart). One time, while helping nanny one of Rocky and Grassy's playdates, he noticed GB building a contraption where the support beams were slightly too small, and he helped her fix them. Much to the surprise of everyone involved, Blocky ended up being an asset to the scientists.

Firey speaks Spanish, and Taco is fluent in Mexican Spanish; they often can be heard muttering to each other about their respective Grrrs. Neither Leafy nor the rest of TLTDBGSI know this.

Pie wakes up at 3:14 AM every single day. Since Fanny is a light sleeper, it bothered her for the entire 6 months they had to room.

Fanny isn't much more grateful for having to bunk with Marker, either -- if it were up to her, he'd be sleeping in the yard.

Needle was the kid who tries way too hard in gym class but no one complained because WOW can she kick that ball

Like all metal and electric-based characters, Nickel can zap people by touching them, if the conditions are right. The only exceptions to this are Balloon and Goo since they are made of rubber-based materials.

Pillow smells like lavender

Match has autism

Genders

Leafy is bigender, she/it

Golf Ball is unlabelled (who has time for silly things like this when there's more important things (science) to be done??)

Book is mtf

Pillow uses she/it

All the algebraliens are agender

One uses he/she Two uses they/he Four uses he/they/it Five uses she/they Six uses she/he/they Seven uses he/it Eight uses he/they Nine uses any/all Ten uses he/they Fourteen uses it/he Fifteen uses she/he X uses he/they Pi, tau, euler, and i all use they/it Lollipop is mtf

Fanny is a demigirl

all the mechanical minds are agender and just go with whatever pronouns

Pie (canonically?) Uses she/they

Pen is ftm

Sexualities (there's a lot here)

(INHALE)

8 ball is aroace Balloony is gay Barf Bag is asexual panromantic Basketball is lesbian Bell is ace lesbian Black Hole is aroace/gay Blocky is gay Bomby is aroace Book is lesbian Bottle is pan Bracelety is VERY lesbian Bubble is lesbian Cake is gay Clock is demi/bi Cloudy is gay Coiny is bisexual David is ??? Donut is pan Dora is ??? Eggy is demi lesbian Eraser is bicurious (thought he was gay for AGES until Teardrop) Fanny is demi/pan Firey is straight Flower is lesbian Foldy is straight Fries is straight Gaty is unlabelled (sexuality doesn't matter to her as long as she has friends, and if she falls in love, oh well!) Gelatin is aroace Golf Ball is unlabelled (who has time for silly things like this when there's more important things (science) to be done??) Ice Cube is unlabelled (too focused on REVENGE >:D) Leafy is bi Liy is demi/ace Lollipop is lesbian (obviously) Loser is gay Marker is asexual Match is lesbian Naily is bicurious Needle is bi Nickel is gay Pen is gay Pencil is lesbian Pillow is lesbian Pin is bi Price Tag is unlabelled (rimshot) Profily is aroace Puffball is pan Remote is unlabelled/asexual Robot Flower is unlabelled (what is sex.?) Roboty is aroace Ruby is lesbian Saw is lesbian Snowball is straight Spongy is aromantic but wouldn't pass up on an opportunity to have any relationship Stapy is straight Taco is demiro/demisexual Teardrop is bi Tennis Ball is straight Tree is pan TV is aroace Winner is gay/ace Woody is bi/ace Yellow Face is ??? All the Speaker Boxes are aroace Four is bi Two is unlabelled X is bi

#object shows #battle for dream island #bfdi #inanimate insanity #miscellaneous #my headcanons #Long post #headcanons

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c10v3r · 4 months

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the "broomer paintbrush pitchfork and woody r siblings" hc is so incredibly funny to me that i impulsively made headcanons for it and im giving them all to u

they have 3 parents!! #polycule

broomer & paintbrush r the twins and the oldest (paintbrush is treated with the middle child affect though), woody is the middle child, and pitchforks the youngest

pitchforks adopted. paintbrush & broomer bully her (do they go by she/her??) for it /silly

woody joined bfdi solely because he HATED how cramped their house was. broomer paintbrush & pitchfork quickly went "oh hey thats GENIUS"

woody was like. pretty sheltered as a kid because he was scared of a lot of stuff. that was part of why he was so scared all the time in bfdi, because a good portion of it WAS new to him

their parents didnt Suck by any means but they. werent fit to be parents, especially to FOUR people. they tried a lot though!!!

painty got into theatre to impress their parents, and it made them like. a Huge theatre kid. they still regret their decisions to this day

broomer has a band, right? (please tell me i didnt make that up) i like to imagine painty got him into music :3

broomer made both pitchfork and paintbrush realize they were gay. he knew both them that they were gay. he still teases them about it to this day

they all went through emo phases. every single one of them. woody may not seem like the type to have an emo phase but he did in fact half one

okay i skitter away now

SO COOL !! personally i would have gone with woody being adopted because pf, pb and b fit together more as siblings BUT VERY COOL

also yes pitchfork is #girl

n yes broomer is in a boy band !!!

I LOOOOOVE BROOMER AND PAINTBRUSH BEING TWINS they sure do look the part

me reading this

#i love them #nothing against woody but im just neutral on him #the rest I LOVE

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orangepeelshortbreadcookies · 5 months

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Curtain Story: The super serious, dark, dramatic and heroic rivalry of Miles Bridgerton and Charles Bridgerton

by @orangepeelshortbreadcookies

Chapter 5 - 5.6 / 4.11 & Edmund

Ratings: General

Word count: 2,993

Chapter summary: Our heroes consult their Minister of Defense and form a tentative ally with the Opposition regarding a possible assassination plot.

The purpose of having an older brother, Miles decides, is to be given a loyal and free lackey for your entire life.

Miles is especially lucky that his brother is Edmund. He is seven years old and is twice as big as other kids his age. Miles believes Edmund must be at least 10 metres tall. He can reach all the highest shelves. He gives Miles piggyback when their Dad is not available to. Any kid who dares bully him, and by extension, Charlie (who is not his best friend), retreats immediately when they see Edmund coming. It is the best.

The greatness of Edmund’s stature, however, is not appreciated by everybody. To be more specific, Auggie, their eldest cousin, is so very jealous. He finds it deeply unfair, as despite being two years older than Edmund, Auggie is one head shorter than him.

“I am going to catch up with you,” he argues. “Our dads are the same height so we’ll be at the same height too. My Mum said we just grow at different speeds. I am what they call a “rate broomer.”

“Yes but Aunt Daff is shorter than our Amma.” Miles chimes in. “And children are supposed to grow as tall as Moms put on top of Dads.”

“That’s not how that works.” Auggie glares at him.

“Yes it is.” He sticks his tongue out at Auggie. “You will never be as tall as my Edmund.” Smart boy that he is, Miles quickly retreats behind his brother’s back while dropping this devastating “fact”, before Auggie can have the chance to jump on him.

---***---

Despite Miles’ very obvious dislike of Charlie Bridgerton, he is fascinated by Charlie’s younger brother, The Baby, Alex.

Known to their Mother as Seong-Gi, Alex is at the exciting age when babies start speaking. Sophie and Benedict, on occasions, find Miles and Charlie completely abandoning their toys and hanging around Alex for hours to teach him their favourite words, giggling at The Baby’s babbling. Miles can barely wait until the moment his sister reaches such a milestone herself, so he can play the role of teacher all over again.

“Charlie.” Charlie points at himself. “That my name. Chaar. Leee.”

“Cha-Lee.” Alex repeats enthusiastically.

“My turn.” Miles shoves Charlie aside. “Miles. Miilless.” He voices his name slowly and clearly. Alex blinks at him, a fist in his mouth, bemused. “Now you try it.”

The Baby throws his hands in the sky, grinning as if he has just won a prize. He exclaims happily.

“Meow!”

The education is a work-in-progress.

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Sometimes Edmund can be such a poohead.

Such as right now, as his left hand holds one of Miles’s trucks so far above his head, while his right stretches out and ruffles Miles’s hair, preventing him from getting in range of the toy, revelling in his younger, much shorter brother’s frustrations.

From his place on the mat, Alex watches their scuffles, laughing and clapping his hands together in utter delight. Charlie, however, seems to ignore them completely. Priorities. He is rather content with getting the most of his time around Miles’s exorbitant amount of Lego Duplos, before the older boy gets into one of his moods and demands them back.

“Give it back, Edmund!” Miles demands.

“Sorry,” Edmund smirks. “Can’t hear you from all the way down there.”

“Edmund!!” Miles yells, near tears.

“Mun!” The Baby’s high-pitched voice draws all heads toward him. Unburdened by the attention, he keeps clapping and smiling as before. “Mun-Mun!”

“What– what did he call me?” Edmund is caught off-guard just enough so Miles can yank the toy from him and skips toward Alex and Charlie.

“Very good, Alex.” Charlie nods. “That is Mun-Mun.”

“Mun-Mun!” Alex repeats excitedly.

“Hey– that’s not…” Edmund, or Mun-Mun stutters, growing redder by the seconds, knowing he’s being duped but unsure how to respond.

“That’s right, Alex.” Miles wants to cry again, but this time from relief and gratitude. “His name is Mun-Mun.”

“Mun-Mun!” Alex declares, while Mun-Mun flushes and runs out of the room in tears.

Edmund’s new nickname makes the rounds among the other cousins, and the boy’s annoyance with it only helps cement its popularity. Later, as the name reaches the ears of the adults, it is game over for Edmund. The second Kate hears her eldest being addressed as Mun-Mun, she has found the name so adorable and endearing, it sticks.

See? Having an older brother is so great for so many things.

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“Mun-Mun? Are you here?” Miles’s dark curls and hazel eyes peek into the room, hoping to find his brother where he has last seen him. On the contrary with his usual loud, carefree sprint/scream, the boy is putting extra effort into being as quiet as possible. Charlie and he are currently on a top secret, covert, dangerous, self-appointed (has he mentioned secret?) mission, so naturally, Miles does not want their nosy Bassett cousins to find out about it. Especially not Belinda.

Edmund still occupies the seat where Miles has seen him five minutes ago, completely immersed in Mario Kart. Looking around to make sure the coast is clear, Miles tiptoes toward his brother, before shaking his shoulder as hard as he can.

“Mun-Mun! Mun-Mun! We need your help!” Startled, Edmund’s cart takes a hard left off the lane.

“Do not call me that!” The older boy scowls, but pauses his game anyway. He is only begrudgingly resigned to his fate after all. One must still protest against such a ridiculous name as ‘Mun-Mun’ on the basis of principles. “What do you want?”

“There’s a cake in the kitchen!” Miles says, barely able to contain his excitement.

Edmund is unimpressed.

“So? We won’t be allowed any until after dinner anyway.”

“You don’t understand! There’s a cake in the kitchen and there’s nobody around!”

“Nobody around? What do you mean? Where’s Cook?” Edmund is still hesitant.

Impatient, Miles pulls on his big brother’s arm as hard as he can (which doesn’t do much), straining as he does.

“I don’t know. Who cares? Mun-Mun, there’s cake . It’s big . And they put it up so high. You’re the only one who can reach it.”

“You already had two biscuits just now.” Edmund reminds him. “Both you and Charlie.”

“We’re not going to eat it.” Miles argues. “We just want to know what it looks like. Where it comes from. Please , Edmund, it’s So. Big.” He pleads, making one more attempt at yanking his brother away from the chair and ends up sitting on the ground. “Hurry. Charlie is keeping watch in the kitchen. We must get there before the Bassets find out!”

The mention of the Bassets in a competitive context piques Edmund’s interest. His own curiosity seals the deal. How big is this cake?

“Just a peek, okay?” He says to Miles. “One peek, and then we’ll put it back where it belongs.”

“Promise!” Miles breaks out into a brilliant smile. “One peek. The quickest, tiniest peek in the entire world!”

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It is neither a quick peek nor is it tiny.

In their defence, first and foremost, it is a big cake. An enormous cake. A gorgeous cake. Two-tiered, elegantly and decadently frosted, luxuriated with a generous pour of chocolate ganache. It is the kind of cake that, to their knowledge, must be what heaven looks like, made even more enchanting by the fact that they cannot have it. It is the kind of cake that demands one take time to take in all its beauty.

Secondly, as Edmund is just about to close the lid of the cake box and return the pastry to where they have found it, the Basset children storm into the kitchen and demand to know what it was they were doing. Then big-mouthed Belinda threatens to tell the adults unless the Bridgerton boys let them see the cake as well. So Edmund has no choice but to open up the cake again.

Really, it is not their fault.

“Who do you think it’s for?” asks Auggie.

“Perhaps there are some clues around…” Belinda, the aspiring detective, ponders. “Did you see any card attached to it?”

“No.” says Edmund.

“Interesting.” she rubs her fingers against her chin in contemplation. “Very interesting.” Then an idea pops in her head. “Maybe it was an assassin! Maybe the cake is poisoned!”

“Shut up, Belinda.” Miles contradicts her, purely on impulse. “It’s not poison.”

“How do you know that?” She questions him, in the most annoying tone she can muster, knowing he hates it.

“It just isn’t.” Miles responds, using an equally grating voice. “So shut up.”

“No, you shut up.”

“Both of you shut up!” Auggie reprimands them.

“Belinda might have a point, actually.” Charlie speaks up. Miles turns to his partner-in-crime with a look of utmost betrayal, while the youngest child in the kitchen offers his scientific insights “We don’t know where it was. The cake could be poisoned. It a plausible hippothis. We need to prove it though.”

“How do we do that?” asks Miles.

“I can do it!” Caroline, who believes she has superpowers, exclaims. “I have “tellycandysis”!” Without waiting for permission, she presses her face closer to the cake. “I’ll smell out the poison!”

Her big brother Auggie pulls her back by the collar when Caroline’s face is buried in the frosting.

“Ah! Let me go!” she flails. “I’m smelling it!”

“No, you’re not!” Miles accuses her, pointing at the creamy evidence all over her mouth. “You’re eating it.”

“No, I’m just smelling.” She denies. “I smell it with my mouth!”

“Look what you did!” Miles complains. “You ruined it.” He gestures at the Caroline-shaped indentation on the frosting.

“She didn’t mean to.” Loyally, Belinda comes to her sister’s defence. “Besides, she proved it, didn’t she? Now we know the cake is not poisoned, thanks to Caroline.”

Auggie comes to their aid.

“It doesn’t look so bad. Just move the other bits around to cover that spot she made and no one will notice it.”

“That’s true,” agrees Belinda.

“Right.” says Edmund.

“I guess.” Miles reluctantly concedes.

…

Nobody moves. All of their eyes are still trained on the delicious looking cake.

“What if–” Miles suggests conspiratorially. “What if the poison is inside the sponge?”

Belinda agrees immediately.

“Possibly. Assassins are sneaky.”

Charlie encourages him.

“Good hippothis, Miles.”

“But then–” Auggie questions. “How do we find that out? Without anyone noticing?”

For a few seconds there is silence. Then Charlie, ever living up to his name as the son of a scientist, speaks up.

“We can–” He starts hesitantly. “We can cut four pieces off the bottom and turn it into a square cake?”

“Yeah, that would work.”

“Good idea, Charlie.”

“Square cakes are better than round cakes anyway.”

“Cut it.”

Being the tallest and strongest of the bunch, Edmund proclaims himself the cake-cutter. Clutching the child-friendly cake knife with both hands, the boy tentatively approaches the giant pastry.

“Oh right, I’m doing it. Everybody stay back!” He warns the other children with the utmost seriousness of a specialised expert about to diffuse a bomb.

Four pieces are removed cleanly and divided among six children under Edmund’s careful incisions, explosion-free.

“Well, we know that the cake is not poisoned now.” muses Auggie, licking frosting off his fingers.

“Agree.” says Belinda absent-mindedly, taking a huge messy bite off the piece between her hands.

“That's because I smell out all the poison first.” exclaims Caroline with a mouthful.

“I guess I can put the cake away now.” says Edmund.

His suggestion is only met with dead silence, including his own. All six faces, smeared with frosting, are still directed at the cake, unspoken longing tangible in their eyes.

“It–” whispers Miles. “It doesn’t look as good as before, does it?”

“No. Now it looks all uneven.”

“Yeah, it’s supposed to be the same shape all the way around.”

“So what do we do?”

“What if–” Edmund speaks up. He supposes, as the cake cutter, he ought to take charge in this matter, “what if I cut all the edges off and make it like a big round column?”

This decision is met with unanimous support.

In his peripheral vision, Miles notices Charlie carefully break off a piece of his second serving and put it away.

“Are you saving that for later?” Miles turns his gaze to the younger boy’s pant pocket, where the piece has just disappeared. Finding Charlie’s shirt has risen up over his belly, Miles pulls the hem back down for him. Don’t let your belly be cold , he remembers Amma said to him, whenever his shirt rolls up like Charlie’s has, before she kisses his belly and fixes his shirt so it covers him up again. Miles does not want to kiss Charlie’s belly. Belly kisses are for Mums and Dads only, he thinks. But the other thing Miles can do, unintentionally leaving a sticky handprint on the front of Charlie’s shirt while he is at it.

“No,” Charlie shakes his head. “This for Alex. He wants cake too I think.”

Miles considers it. Babies eat cake too?? He never thought about it like that. But if they do, won’t it be unfair for his Charlotte not to have cake, just because she cannot walk and ask for it like older children? Poor Charlotte, don’t be sad. I’ll bring you cake . He thinks this, then shoves a fistful of cake into his pocket as well, before finishing his share.

The second they take another sweet, spongy bite, both Miles and Charlie completely forget that they have cake in their pants.

“I’ll put the cake away now. Everybody get out.” Edmund shoos the rest of them out of the kitchen, and they comply happily. Their cherubic cheeks glisten with chocolate and cream, our children are content in a haze of sugary bliss, completely oblivious to the very visible evidence of their crime. For at least 30 minutes, the five get along swimmingly, synchronised in their energetic, glucose-fueled giddiness.

Until they start fighting again and realise that their usual, Edmund-sized mediator is nowhere around to mediate among them.

Without having to utter a word, all five rush back to the kitchen.

The cake that should have been returned to where it belongs in the fridge is still where they last saw it, Edmund has not yet moved it. In fact, he is still standing over it. The pastry now bears more resemblance toward an upside down bell than a column.

“Mun-Mun. What the heck?!” Miles yells, breaking his older brother out of his trance.

Realising what he has done, Edmund repacks and puts away the evidence in a flash of panicky blur. “Nobody tells my Dad!! Especially you , Miles!” he throws back a warning, before disappearing in a metaphorical, and even possibly literal, dust cloud, taking great advantage of the fact that none of the others can catch up with him.

Edmund’s original plan has been to excuse himself immediately after dinner, scurry off to his bed and pretend to be fast asleep. Unfortunately for him, however, their deeds are uncovered almost right away.

If the remnants of frosting and chocolate on the corners of their mouths have not already posed a line of questioning, the agonised cry of Charlie and Miles bursting into tears in discovering their thoughtful gifts melted into a mushy, sticky mess certainly would.

The ensuing chaos results in uproarious laughter among the adults. Even young Edmund’s and Miles’s Dad and Uncle Simon cannot hold back their chuckles. Grandma Violet doubles herself over in fits of giggles, her laugh lines crinkle. She sits the oldest four children down around her and recalls the story of how she meets Grandpa Edmund, a meeting that involves a blueberry pie heist.

Meanwhile, Kate and Benedict busy themselves with consoling their respective desolate child. Kate assures Miles that Charlotte is still too small for cake as she rocks him back and forth in her arms, as the boy grabs a fistful of her raven hair in his palm and sniffles into it.

Charlie needs a little bit more convincing.

“I– I really wanted to get Alex cake.” He manages to say between wet sobs into his Dad’s shoulder. “I really did!”

“I know, love.” Benedict strokes his hair and tucks the hem of his shirt back into his waistband. Another piece of clothing becomes too small. “That is so very kind of you. Alex knows that.”

“No he doesn’t!” Charlie shakes his head vehemently. “He a baby. He just knows if you give him things or not. He doesn’t know if you tried.” He clutches his Dad tighter. “He’ll think I hate him if everybody has cake and he doesn’t. And I don’t. I don’t hate him at all!”

What a smart, perceptive little thing his son is. Benedict wonders which one of them he gets that from.

“I assure you, mon petit loup , your brother knows you love him.” He wipes the tears off the boy’s face. They grow up so fast. Too fast . “He loves you too. And it’s not too late, you know? You can still give him cake now.”

Charlie pauses his sobbings to mull over that option. Oh right, he can do that. There is still cake left. The original piece he intended to reserve for Alex was better, or course, for obvious yet undecipherable reasons. But he supposes he can make up for it if his Dad helps him cut an even bigger slice.

Charlie gets to feed his some cake after all. Alex bounces giddily in Sophie’s lap, the taste of cake further strengthens Charlie’s idol position in his little heart.

As for Edmund, he never forgets the date of his birthday ever again.

And for all of them, their little group, the legend of The Cake on that fateful day would go on to feature in the toast at each of their subsequent weddings. It is implicitly agreed upon that none of them would let the others live it down.

#miles bridgerton #charles bridgerton #edmund bridgerton #alexander bridgerton #saphne #kathony #benophie #kanthony #anthony bridgerton #kate sharma #benedict bridgerton #sophie beckett #violet bridgerton #bridgerton fanfiction #bridgerton #my writing

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spoomals · 1 month

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okay, this is super out of context, but.

CAN WE MAKE BROOMER BOYS POSTING A THING. Like I don’t need any context in your posts, but I’d be so happy, if there was just one long post and it contained the lyrics to every single song in the Take the Leap album, IT’D BE COOL OK-

also imagine listening to Hit Rewind so much it’s on your replay mix for 2024 heeheehaw totally not me-

#eee osc #threeee #charlizard’s rabble ransoms #extraordinarily excellent entities #excellent entities

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broomer · 1 year

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The Broomer Boys are actually really funny because Broomer and Chalky are canonically dating, and they’re singing about trying to get laid which is. Extremely funny to me. Imagine 80% of your music catalog is about how you wanna make out with the guitarist

#also. who are they singing about??? Like in one song they’re fighting over an unnamed ‘she’ when they are. both canonically gay #WHO IS THIS MYSTERIOUS SHE #eee #extraordinarily excellent entities

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darrenpeace · 1 year

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✨Hogwarts!AU✨

Will Stronghold: Gryffindor, a beater of his house’s team(?)

Layla Williams: Hufflepuff

Magenta Lewis: Ravenclaw/Slytherin?, animagus (guinea pig)

Zach Springer: Hufflepuff

Ethan Bank: Ravenclaw

Warren Peace: Gryffindor, a beater of his house’s team (?)

Gwen Grayson: Ravenclaw/Gryffindor? (Slytherin in previous life), has a time-turner

Speed: Slytherin

Lash: Slytherin

Penny Lent: ??? Slytherin

Steve Stronghold: Auror (Gryffindor)

Josie Stronghold: Auror, formerly Chaser in a quidditch team (Gryffindor)

Barron Battle: prisoner of Azkaban (Gryffindor), something connected with dragons I think, is said to be a dark magician

Principal Powers: headmaster of Hogwarts (Ravenclaw), transfiguration teacher

Coach Boomer Broomer: (Gryffindor/Hufflepuff?) flight teacher

Mr. Medulla: (Ravenclaw) potions teacher

Mr. Boy: (Hufflepuff) ???

Nurse Spex: matron of the Hospital Wing, healer (any house)

[+ some unnamed teachers]

Almost all of the “bad guys” get to Slytherin, I don’t like it, but I don’t know where else to place them.

🏮And if you have any ideas on Hogwarts!au, reply or send to my inbox, it would be really interesting to read them! 🏮

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70eeznutz · 1 year

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No but seriously imagine it:

You're seeing the broomer boys on a concert. Everyone is having a great time. The broomer boys seem a little excited. "We have a surprise for you guys." Broomer says. All of a sudden SL come out and start singing "a party." When Starfruit gets to the chorus, someone else starts singing...

"l don’t want a lot for Christmas (X-mas!) There is just one thing I need…”

Lights flash everywhere, and you see TBB singing "a party" along with SL, while Four and X are singing "All i want for x-mas is you". Everyone in the crowd is going wild and crying. Then if things couldn't get any better, Bryce and Liam walk onto stage and kiss, holding the gay flag.

#shitpost #my silly posts #pinned to the fridge

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osc-confessions · 1 year

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The Broomer Boys is actually really funny to me because a lot of their songs are about trying to get laid but now with the knowledge that Chalky and Broomer are dating it’s really funny because imagine being in a band and 90% of the songs are about wanting to make out with the keytarist

-🍅

boy band but they write songs through the experience of the couple in the band (clay can screw off I guess /j)

#🍅 anon #osc confession

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tomsscarsbtw · 8 months

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I love them so much im thinking of writing one where the Broomer Boys have a silly tickle fight because I'm normal

there is NO excellent entities tickle content I hate thiss

Lee chalkyLer Claywoah

Chalky just wants to be eliminated.

Even after nights of crying himself to sleep.

Yeah, he had Clay, but he missed holding hands with Broomer, everything.

He could quit, but he's already asked Chocolate Bar. Who declined.

Now, he's sitting on his bed.Looking through his phone, that surprisingly had WiFi.

Through all the pictures.With him.

Clay, his bandmate, walks into the cabin their team shares.

"Hey man!"

No reply.

"Uh, Chalky? Are you okay?"

They're now genuinely worried for the guy.

"Is it Broomer again?"

(nod)

"Cmon Chalky, you'll be able to see him again. I promise.

No, I - ( sniff ) won't. Chocolate bars already stated that he bottom pit isn't there. Imagine they're all dead?

"No - I, ( sigh ) They're not dead, Chalky. Maybe he was messing with us all when we heard him say that?"

( a tear slips out. )

You don't understand! -

"Yes, I do. I'm your best friend, Chalky."

Really? Then you have to know something to cheer me up.

(chuckle) "I do, actually. Broomer told me about this."

A- about what?

(Clay immediately tickles Chalky on his side, knowing he's ticklish there. Thanks to broomer!)

heyeheHEhHey! ClahahaHAHAyyY! When did Broomer tell you thihihHis?

"Oh, that time when we were practising and you went to the bathroom."

ThaHT-AHAHahhaHa!

"That what, dude?" (laugh)

(After 3 minutes, Clay takes his hand off of Chalky.)

"Aha, you alright, dude?"

(Chalky pulls Clay in for a hug.)

Thanks.

"It's what best friends do, right?"

Right.

I AM THE PROUD OWNER OF THE FIRST EE TICKLE MEDIA IN THE GALAXY😍

#ee tickles #ler Clay #Lee chalky #tickle content #tickle fic #tword community #tfic #excellent entities tickles

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