#brenda banner

[shu-of-the-wind]

if nothing else, under the banner of heaven does a spectacular job of showing a man losing his faith in massive, horrific, bloody chunks as a result of violence and fundamentalism. which makes sense, because dustin black lost his faith in massive, horrific, bloody chunks growing up as a gay man in mormonism.

#it's also just like. dissecting mormonism like a frog in science class it's WILD #is it true to the murders and investigation into the murders of brenda and erica lafferty? not in the slightest #but goddamn does it Hit Hard #and andrew garfield does SUCH A GOOD JOB #holy shit y'all #under the banner of heaven

[cluusheen]

feeling disappointed but not surprised that there isn’t much focus on brenda in the under the banner of heaven tag…

#under the banner of heaven #brenda lafferty

[ecoamerica]

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[youare-hackskellington]

Me: *watching Under the banner of Heaven*

My brain: “don’t forget you need to get a new blanket”

Me: *immediately pauses the show and spends 10 minutes looking up good blankets for summertime*

Also

Me: *watching Under the banner of heaven*

UTBOH: “Mountain meadows massacre”

Me: *pauses the show and proceeds to read the whole Wikipedia page about the mountain meadows massacre and looks up the memorial site*

Keep in mind this is at 2 am

#under the banner of heaven #utboh hulu #utboh #jeb pyre #exmormon #andrew garfield #brenda lafferty

[roosterforme]

How Do You Feel About the Parking Lot? (Rooster x Reader)

Part of The What If Collection of blurbs for Roo and Baby Girl. My masterlist. Banner by @mak-32

Warnings: language, drinking, angst, fluff

You were excited at first. Very excited. You showed off your ring to everyone and gushed over the fact that you were engaged. And while you were still wearing his mom's engagement ring, it was becoming obvious to Bradley that things were not quite as they should be.

"Hey," he said softly as he walked into the kitchen. It was exactly nine weeks ago that he'd proposed in the dining room and you'd happily accepted that ring that glittered on your finger right now. But tonight you just mumbled something at him without looking up from your computer where you sat at the island. It was nearly midnight on Friday, and he would have given anything for you to start planning this wedding with him. "Are you coming to bed soon? I thought we could talk about potential wedding dates."

"Oh," you replied without looking up at him. "I'm still putting this presentation together."

Bradley sighed. "Baby Girl, you've been working nonstop for weeks. I just want... a little bit of your time." He wanted a lot of things, actually. Like a long snuggle on the couch while you and he watched a movie, or a soak in the tub together. He'd love a blowjob or pinning your hands above your head while he slammed you into the bed. But mostly he'd love to plan his wedding to you, because more than anything, he wanted to get married this year. And it was already late September. 

You glanced up at him and adjusted your glasses. "How about tomorrow? I really need to get this done before my work trip."

"Sure," he whispered before pecking you on the cheek and heading off to climb into bed alone. 

But it only got worse from there. You worked all weekend. On Monday, you didn't come home until seven o'clock. Tuesday was eight o'clock. By Wednesday, he wasn't sure if you were even eating or sleeping any longer. And worse yet, you were leaving for Annapolis in a few days. Bradley wouldn't even see you for a week. Not that he really saw you now, he supposed. 

He ate a bowl of cereal for dinner before sinking down onto the couch with Tramp and a bottle of scotch. He turned on Real Housewives, but he wasn't really watching it. He took a sip, and it burned. But the next one didn't. And neither did the one after that. He started to feel better. But he'd stop when you got home. 

Another episode started, but it still wasn't holding his attention the way you would have, and that's when he realized it was once again seven o'clock, and you still weren't home. When his phone rang, he sloshed some of the alcohol onto his tee shirt reaching for it, and he was praying it was you calling to tell him you were on your way home. 

He pressed his lips together and then took a deep breath before he answered. "Hi, mom."

"Bradley! I haven't heard from the two of you in days! How's your lovely fiancée? And Tramp?"

The dog must have heard her voice through the phone, because he perked right up. But Bradley couldn't answer with anything other than a raspy, "Fine." 

The line went silent. "Are you sick? What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong, mom," he lied. "How are you? How's dad?"

"Well, I went to lunch with Brenda, and I got the scoop on all of her kids. And your dad needs hearing aids, but he keeps arguing with me about it. Maybe you can talk some sense into him, if he can even hear you."

"Okay," he replied, realizing the room had started spinning when he leaned back against the couch.

"Bradley, are you drunk?"

How could she possibly tell? His own wife-to-be couldn't seem to see what was going on, but Carole could tell by his voice from almost three thousand miles away. "I'm... fine, mom. I need to take Tramp for a walk. I love you and dad. Bye."

Then he ended the call, because he could feel tears in his eyes. And when you got home at nine, he was already asleep. 

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You needed to go to happy hour with your boss and coworkers on Friday, but you really didn't want to. You'd been pulling twelve hour days, and you were so exhausted, you just wanted to climb into bed with Bradley and sleep until you left for Maryland on a Saturday night red eye flight. You also really needed to tell him that he had to lay off the wedding planning until you finished this work project. It was just a few months of all these extra hours, and you desperately wanted to be promoted. 

Your plan was to stop home quickly and change out of your uniform before heading back out with everyone to celebrate that fact that you were going to present your research at the Naval Academy. When you pulled into the driveway in your shitty, little red car, the Bronco was already there. But when you looked around the house for Bradley, you didn't immediately see him. But then you heard his voice through the open sliding glass door. He was sitting on the back patio in just his gym shorts with his back to the door and a half empty bottle of scotch set on his knee. 

His voice sounded miserable as he said, "I tried, mom. She just... doesn't seem to want to. I don't know what I did wrong." 

You froze in place. He had to be talking about you. Embarrassment and sadness filled you as you listened to what he said next. 

"I really wanted to get married this year."

You ran down the hallway to the bedroom as you fought off your tears. You had to get changed and go right now while you still could. In another week, you'd have a little more time to talk to him about the fact that you couldn't plan a wedding and get married in the next three months with your current schedule. 

You left the house again without talking to him, but he was still sitting on the patio on the phone. And when he dropped you off at the airport the following evening, he didn't seem to want to let you go as he whispered, "I love you, Sweetheart," and ran his thumb along your ring. 

"I love you too, Roo. I'll be home in a week, and then we can talk about maybe planning a wedding for next year?"

He swallowed hard and nodded. "If that's what you want."

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When you landed in Maryland on Sunday morning, you were still exhausted and looking forward to crashing until your presentation on Monday. But Carole called you when you were at the baggage claim, and you knew you had to answer. A guilty feeling was about to eat you alive as you put on a bubbly voice and said, "Hi!"

"Have you arrived in Annapolis?" she asked straightaway, and you sighed because at least she didn't sound angry with you. 

"I did," you told her softly. "Still at the airport."

"Perfect," she replied. "I'll leave now, and I'll be there in less than fours hours, and we can go get lunch."

You were so stunned, you watched your bag go past without realizing you needed to pick it up. "You're going to drive up from Virginia?" you asked her slowly.

"Yes. I'm grabbing my keys right now. Bye, Goose! I'll be back later!" You listened to her call out to her husband, and then a few seconds later, you heard a door close and a car start. She was actually going to drive up here.

"Oh, okay," you muttered, pressing your lips together, embarrassed about where you'd left things with her son. "I'll... see you in a few hours."

You managed to take a short, restless nap while you waited for Carole to arrive. You changed into a simple dress and put on some makeup, but you didn't really feel any better until you met her at a restaurant in the city. She rushed down the sidewalk toward you with a bright smile on her face. "My sweet girl!" she called out, wrapping you up in a hug next to a few tables full of people enjoying their lunch outside. "It's been too long." She kissed your cheek and started to lead you inside. 

"Thanks for driving all the way up here," you told her, not bothering to fight the smile tugging your lips. She was absolute sunshine, and it was pointless to try to resist it. "You didn't have to do this."

"Nonsense," she said as the two of you made your way to a booth. "I wanted to see my future daughter-in-law."

You nodded and enjoyed some pleasant conversation. She told you all about Goose's appointment with an audiologist and about Brenda's kids. And after you finished your avocado toast and bowl of soup, she said, "Now, I think we should talk about what's really important."

Her voice wasn't unkind, and she was still smiling softly, but you knew what was coming as you whispered, "Okay."

Carole reached across the table and took your hand gently in hers. "I know you're smart and independent. And I also know that's part of why Bradley loves you so much. You don't need him. He's not offering you anything you can't get on your own or with someone else. You chose him, because you want him." Tears started to fill your eyes, and you had to swallow against the lump in your throat. "And he just wants you to be happy, so he would never tell you to your face that you're hurting him."

You tried to speak, but you just made a pathetic sound and started to sob. "I don't want to hurt him."

"I know you don't," she replied softly, squeezing your hand. "I know you're not trying to. But I think you need to tell him once and for all that you don't want to get married this year so he can finally get used to the idea of waiting a bit."

You buried your face in your free hand. Why were you trying to push it off anyway? It's not like you really cared where you got married or what the two of you were wearing. Planning some sort of huge celebration was not something you wanted to spend your time doing. You wanted to be with Bradley exactly as you were right now, just with two more rings and a certificate involved. 

When you looked up at Carole, you whispered, "I don't really think I actually want to wait. And I don't want you to hate me either."

"No," she gasped, standing and coming to sit next to your on your side of the booth. She kissed your tear streaked cheek and whispered, "I could never, my sweet darling girl. I think you just need to talk to Bradley, okay? Can you promise me you'll give him a few hours of your full attention? And maybe let him know how much he still means to you?"

"Yes," you croaked, and you let her hold you as you cried.

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The week without you was kind of miserable. Bradley managed to dump the rest of the bottle of scotch at Carole's urging over the phone. And he did notice that she and Goose started calling with a bit more frequency which he didn't really mind. But the best part was that fact that you called him every night before you went to bed. 

Every time he answered your calls, his heart thundered in his chest. And as soon as he called you Sweetheart, he could practically hear you smiling through the phone. "I can't wait to pick you up on Friday," he said over and over. If he just felt like he mattered to you again, then he could wait until next year to get married. That was no big deal in the grand scheme of things.

But when he met you in baggage claim at San Diego International late on Friday night, he was so surprised, he could barely speak. You ran for him with a garment bag in your arms, but you let it fall to the floor when you reached him. "Roo," you moaned as soon as you were in his grasp. "I missed you so much." You kissed him deeply. "I just got off the phone with your mom again. And I didn't tell you before, but I went to see my friend Caleb a few days ago," you said as you smirked.

"The tattoo artist?" he asked as he kissed your cheek fifteen times. When you nodded he asked, "What's in the garment bag?"

"My wedding dress."

"Holy shit." He scooped it up off the floor and held it tight. "You bought a dress?" he asked, trying to hold you and the garment bag both to his chest at the same time.

"Yes," you told him matter-of-factly as you tugged him toward the exit while you kissed his lips. "How do you feel about getting married in the parking lot in two months?"

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#if you ask emily #is it working for you? #roosterforme #b&bg #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #rooster x reader #bradley bradshaw imagine #rooster imagine #bradley bradshaw x you #bradley bradshaw fanfiction #rooster x you

[daydreamerbeliever]

Now I'm not saying I'm obsessed.

But for some unknown reason, there are two different Series 11 promotional pictures.

Observe.

In Picture A, everyone bar Goodfellow is focused on the camera. (Apologies for the poor quality).

But in Picture B, it is different. Brenda is focussed on her book, and Mrs Devine and Sullivan only have eyes for each other.

I said THEY ONLY HAVE EYES FOR EACH OTHER.

(Hercules can stay this time, here's hoping he will soon be bearing a 'Just Married' banner.)

#inspector sullivan #mrs devine #edabel #fucking look at them lads #they look so happy #and they're MATCHING #father brown #brenda palmer #father brown spoilers #sergeant goodfellow #father brown series 11

[the-garbanzo-annex-jr]

By 

Georgia Worrell and Dean Balsamini

The so-called “Soup Nazi” who allegedly went on an antisemitic rampage at the kosher Hummus Kitchen this week has been identified as Mayra Teke, of Paterson, NJ, according to a neighbor and family member.

The well-coiffed, sharply-dressed blonde bigot hammed it up for the cameras Wednesday night after her twisted tirade on the Upper East Side, where she tried to pull down an Israel flag, threw soup at an employee and called staffers “murderers.”

But she was decidedly dressed down — and in no mood to pose — when confronted by a Post reporter and photographer on Knickerbocker Avenue in Paterson on Saturday morning. She was clad in gray sweatpants, purple crocs, a facemask and a hoodie emblazoned with, “That’s an awful lot of cough syrup.”

In fact, Teke tried to duck the press attention, telling a neighbor to lie to The Post about where she lived.

She sported tattoos on her right hand that matched that of the woman recorded outside Hummus Kitchen. When a Post reporter called out, “Mayra,” she turned, paused, and then stepped into a gray Mercedes and drove off without responding.

She was identified from photos by a neighbor, who phoned her mom in front of a reporter. 

The mother could be heard saying, “Don’t talk to anyone.” Mayra, who was with her mom, then got on the line and told the neighbor to say she moved out. 

The neighbor confirmed that Mayra lived at the Knickerbocker Avenue address, whose mailbox read “Teke.”

The Wednesday tirade unfolded at 9:45 p.m. A 45-second video shows a worker calling cops amid the chaos as the vandal tries, but fails, to pull down the banner. A second video shows her throwing soup and flipping the bird as she walk out. 

A video of the ugly episode was posted to X, where it has garnered more than 7 million views.

It was uploaded by StopAntisemitism, a “leading non-partisan U.S-based organization fighting antisemitism.” The group identified the perpetrator as Teke.

“We didn’t know her,” a Hummus Kitchen employee, Brenda, told The Post of the loutish woman “in her 20s.” The stunned server who had soup tossed at her “was still pretty upset” and declined comment.

#mayra teke #soup nazi #hummus kitchen #knickerbocker avenue

[ecoamerica]

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[theyraylovehate]

Wheel of Fan Fiction Masterlist

Smut 🔥

Fluff 🌸

Angst 💧

*This is like brand new so most of the characters won't have anything just yet*

•Stranger things

-Billy Hargrove

-Steve Harrington

-Eddie Munson

-Robin Buckley (Fem/NB only)

-Argyle

-Johnathan Byers

-Nancy Wheeler

-Jim Hopper

-Joyce Byers

-001/Henry

-Will Byers (No smut)

-Mike Wheeler (No smut)

-Max Mayfield (No smut)

Hateful Cuddling - Female reader 🌸

-Dustin Henderson (No smut)

-Lucas Sinclair (No smut)

-Eleven (Jane) Hopper (No smut)

•Marvel

-Iron Man/Tony Stark

-Captian America/Steve Rogers

-Black Widow/Natasha Romanoff

-Hawkeye/Clint Barton

-Hulk/Bruce Banner

-Thor

-Loki

-Winter Soldier/Bucky Barnes

-Black Panther/T'challa

-Doctor Strange/Steven Strange

-Scarlet Witch/Wanda Maximoff

-Quicksilver/Pietro Maximoff

-Starlord/Peter Quill

-Gamora

-Spiderman/Peter Parker

-Falcon/Sam Wilson

-War Machine/James Rhodes

-Valkyrie (Fem/NB only)

•X-Men

-Professor X/Charles Xavier

-Magneto/Erik Lensherr

-Wolverine/James Howlett

-Quicksilver/Peter Maximoff

-Rogue

-Jean Grey

-Storm/Ororo Munroe

-Cyclops/Scott Summers

-Mystique/Raven

-Beast/Henry "Hank" McCoy

-Nightcrawler/Kurt Wagner

-Havok/Alexander Summers

•DC/Young Justice

-Batman/Bruce Wayne

-Superman/Clark Kent

-The Flash/Barry Allen

-Aquaman/Authur Curry

-Cyborg/Victor Stone

-Joker/Jack Oswald White

-Harley Quinn/Harleen Quinzel

-Wonder Woman/Diana Prince

-DeadShot/Floyd Lawton

-Kid Flash/Wally West

-Nightwing (Robin #1)/ Dick Grayson

-Red Hood (Robin #2)/ Jason Todd

-Robin (#3)/ Tim Drake

-Beast Boy/Garfield Logan

-Superboy/Johnathan "Jon" Kent

-Artemis/Artemis Crock

-Red Arrow/Roy Harper

-Green Arrow/Oliver Queen

-Black Canary/Dinah Lance

-Miss Martian/Megan Morse

-Aqualad/Kaldur'ahm

•Umbrella Academy

-Luther Hargreeves (#1)

-Diego Hargreeves (#2)

-Allison Hargreeves (#3)

-Klaus Hargreeves (#4)

-Five Hargreeves (#5)

-Ben Hargreeves (#6)

-Viktor Hargreeves (#7)

-Marcus Hargreeves (#1)

-Fei Hargreeves (#3)

-Alphonso Hargreeves (#4)

-Sloan Hargreeves (#5)

-Jayme Hargreeves (#6)

-Lila Aryu

-The Handler

•Harry Potter

-Harry Potter

-Ron Weasley

-Hermione Granger

-Fred Weasley

-George Weasley

-Ginny Weasley

-Draco Malfoy

-Sirius Black (Older)

-Cedric Diggory

-Oliver Wood

-Neville Longbottom

-Luna Lovegood

-Remus Lupin (Older)

-Nymphadora Tonks

-Lucious Malfoy (Older)

-Narcissa Malfoy (Older)

-Severus Snape (Older)

-Bill Weasley

-Charlie Weasley

•Marauders

-James Potter

Friendly Love - Male reader 🌸

-Lily Evans

-Sirius Black

-Remus Lupin

-Severus Snape

-Regulus Black

-Lusious Malfoy

-Narcissa Black

-Peter Pettigrew

•Greek Mythology

-Zeus

-Hades

-Posideon

-Apollo

-Hera

-Persephone

-Ares

-Athena

-Demeter

-Aphrodite

-Artemis

-Dionysus

-Hermes

•Divergent

-Beatrice "Tris" Prior

-Caleb Prior

-Eric

-Peter

-Christina

-Will

-Tobias "Four"

-Zeke

Zip line of Love - Nonbinary Reader (Requested) 🌸

-Uriah

•Star Wars

-Anakin Skywalker

-Luke Skywalker

-Leia Organa

-Han Solo

-Obi-Wan Kenobi

-Kylo Ren

•Supernatural

-Dean Winchester

-Sam Winchester

-Castiel

-Crowley

-Lucifer

-Rowena MacLeod

-Gabriel

-Charlie Bradbury (Fem/NB only)

-Chuck Shurley

-Jody Mills

-Ellen Harvelle

-Kevin Tran

•The Walking Dead

-Rick Grimes

-Daryl Dixon

-Glenn Rhee

-Carl Grimes

-Maggie Greene

-Negan

-Michonne

-Shane Walsh

-Rosita Espinosa

-Carol Peletier

-Paul "Jesus" Monroe

-Abraham Ford

‐Tara Chambler (Fem/NB only)

-Enid

-Ezekiel

-Aaron (Masc/NB only)

•The Walking Dead Game

-Clementine

-Lee

-Kenny

-Luke

-Javier

-Gabriel

-Kate

-Louis

-Omar

-Ruby

-Mitch

-Marlon

-Violet (Fem/NB only)

IT (2017)

-Richie Tozier

-Beverly Marsh

-Eddie Kaspbrak

-Bill Denbrough

-Stanley Uris

-Ben Hanscom

-Henry Bowers

-Mike Hanlon

-Patrick Hockstetter

-Victor Criss

-Belch Huggins

•Desendants

-Mal

-Evie

-Ben

-Jay

-Jane

-Chad

-Doug

-Lonnie

-Carlos

-Uma

-Harry Hook

-Gil

•Maze Runner

-Newt

-Minho

-Gally

-Teresa

-Alby

-Chuck

-Brenda

-Aris

-Thomas

-Frypan

-Jorge

[phantomraeken]

I was thinking about it for a while.

I personally have a "biting problem"

Basically I bite everything, its my way of affection. I don't bite very hard unless its myself or an object. I mainly bite the rubber around my dog tags cause its safe for my teeth.

Onto the real topic here.

Its not really represented in media.. At all. I've never seen anyone actually have this issue aside from myself and my older sibling.

So I'm here to represent it.

A few of the characters I actually hc with this are across a bunch of universes so BE PREPARED.

Marvel: Peter Parker and Bruce Banner

Teen Wolf: Isaac Lahey, Brett Talbot, Liam Dunbar, and Theo Raeken. (I think every supernatural being bites things but for these guys its more intense)

DC: Bumblebee, Damian Wayne, Jason Todd, and The Flash

Scream: Billy Loomis, Ethan Landry, and Stu Macher (i haven't seen all the movies so it may mot be as accurate)

Overwatch: Sombra, Brig, Tracer, and Hammond

Scorpion: Happy

Stranger Things: Dustin Henderson, and Max Mayfield

The Maze Runner: Minho, Frypan, and Brenda

Avatar: Roxto

#teen wolf #overwatch #dc #marvel #scream #stranger things #avatar #twow #the maze runner #tmr

[spaceagebachelormann]

dex dizznee headcanons

★ mars thoughts — alternate title is dex (marlees version) <3

★ warnings — theres like. a mention of the maze runner so spoilers for the death cure (book/movie 3)!!

★ m. list || kotlc m.list || navigation

okay so

he is actually the funniest and most sarcastic person ever

he can’t go five minutes without making fun of something or someone (affectionately) or saying something that makes the whole room burst out laughing

HE IS DATING KEEFE!! KEEFEX IS REAL

actually no scratch that he’s simultaneously dating both jensi and keefe it’s polyamory <3

also btw he has a super great music taste (the banner for these hcs <3)

like mainly he listens to old songs sophie showed him, mainly sad ones

his favourite artists are frank sinatra, brenda lee, nat king cole, elvis presley, elton john, ABBA, david bowie, joan jett, TLC, october country, madonna, weezer….

but he also likes some newer artists!! like taylor swift, lana del rey, clairo, mac demarco and stuff like that :))

he shamelessly lovingly bullies people for this music tastes, telling them “your homework is to listen to some real music. get inspired.” (THE BANNER) and hands them a list of artists he listens to that he basically just carries around for the purpose of that

btw he’s the kotlc equivalent of irish. i dare you to tell me otherwise.

he gets it from keslers side of the family, and he owns a kilt but will never ever EVER wear it because according to him “it’s a disgrace to humanity”

his accent always makes people laugh, like because all of his friends have either no accent or different accents it doesn’t really come out with them, but sometimes it’ll poke through and people will laugh

or they’ll ask him to read some insane sentence in his accent and he’ll do it because he loves it when people laugh cause he did/said something funny

also this guy is PETTY and JEALOUS and has slight ANGER ISSUES that he picked up from fitz

real quick: separate hc that dex picks up stuff from his friends without realizing it

he once went and rewrote a whole essay just to prove a point to fitz

and he once filled keefes shoes with rice because he talked to sophie for 6 minutes and dex for 3

and he once got pissed than his shoes were muddier than usual

i love flawed dex

k moving on

remember when i said he’s always making fun of people affectionately?? yeah i have more to add about that

like he’s still very funny and known for his loving bullying, but he knows exactly what and what not to say and when or when not to say it

he genuinely cares about the people around him, and when they need to. uh. idk talk to someone?? he’s there and knows exactly what to say and waits for an opportunity to say something mean, but in a way that it’s clearly a joke and will cheer the person up a bit

now, if he made the person upset, he immediately feels terrible and tries to make it right cause he’s able to admit when he made a mistake

if someone else made that person upset, they better pray he never finds their ass because they will be in tears by the time he’s done making fun of them

he’s rlly good at pinpointing who likes who, who doesn’t like who, and can also easily tell who likes him and he considers this his superpower

one time he gripped biana on the shoulders and said “biana. you like sophie.” and then did the same to sophie later

also this mf is BLIND. he refuses to wear glasses because he doesn’t like the way he looks with them

but he wears contacts

and he will never tell anyone this.

he can’t cook for shit, but he CAN bake!! because it has fractions and he’s good at math

he kinda just makes cupcakes and brownies because their keefes and jensi’s favourites

he has been known to blast the mamma mia soundtrack and/or evermore at 2am

his favourites are dorothea and SOS

oh btw i know if said the dizznees have hooked noses before, and i stand by it.

doesn’t matter what you say, the dizznees with the exclusion of kesler and inclusion of edaline, have hooked noses

and he is not! insecure about it! he likes his nose because according to him, he can, “smell everyone’s bullshit from a mile away”

he doesn’t read a lot, but when he does it’s hard to get him to stop

most of them are human books sophie has on her bedside table

he likes murder mysteries and dystopian novels <33

specifically the maze runner and a good girls guide to murder

he sent sophie a 8 page long double sided paragraph about how angry he was when (MAZE RUNNER SPOILERS) newt died

and another one that was even longer about how much he loves ravi singh

his room is almost always messy

he doesnt have the patience (or enough ability to care enough) to clean it

tbh dex seems like one of them mfs who kisses peoples cheeks as a greeting/goodbye.

like he’ll lean in and just mwah <3 and then he says bye/hi like it’s nothing

he’s very big on platonic kisses

ALSO HES SUPER CLOSE WITH HIS MOM

can be classified as a mommas boy

if dex knows something, juline knows it too and cue the judgemental stares

oh btw he’s either 5’5 at the tallest or 5’9 at the shortest

all the dizzneses are just rlly fuckin tall. not including kesler. tall juline is love tall juline is life.

in my head, and because shannon canonically said at one point that dex was tall, and he’s tall in the official art, he’s a little shorter than fitz

but like only by a little

fitz is 5’11 and 1 cm

dex is 5’10 and 3 cms

yes fitz holds a ruler over his head when they argue

he also adores flowers

sometimes he’ll grab one of his siblings or parents or maybe even one of his friends and they just go on a walk somewhere he can collect a shit ton of flowers

he makes bouquets for his friends and says something mean as he hands it to them

idc what you say he has curly hair he gets from kesler

one time he fucked up while he was messing with something and it had purple streaks for a week

he actually didn’t look that bad but he never lets anyone bring that week up

i always pictured him with light blue eyes but. listen imagine him with dark eyes

when he gets excited you can see them light up and become all sparkly and glittery

that works for both light and dark eyes but shhhh

a huge lover of the 60s-70s era

mainly the early 70s

oh and he sleeps with 8 million stuffed animals thanks for coming to my ted talk

taglist: @literaturewithliz / @presidentroarie

#dex (marlees version) 🌷 #kotlc!! 🦢👁 #keeper of the lost cities #kotlc headcanons #keeper of the lost cities headcanons #keefex #dex dizznee #dex dizznee headcanons #rizznees (marlees version) 🤍 #dizznees

[alliluyevas]

have you read/watched Under the Banner of Heaven? curious for your thoughts on it! If you already posted about it in the past pls feel free to link me

Thank you for the question!!! I have in fact both read and watched Under the Banner of Heaven. It was actually the first Mormon-history book I read way back in spring of 2021. I had just watched a Hulu documentary about FLDS and I wanted to read more about modern-day Mormon fundamentalists so I checked it out from the library and was hooked! I wanted to find out more about the origins and history of Mormonism, having had my interest piqued by the book, and the rest is history. I haven't reread the book since and I definitely know way more about both historical and modern Mormonism now, so it would be interesting to reread and see if it holds up. (One quibble: after reading about the 1988 Singer/Swapp siege more recently, I don't know why Krakauer didn't include a discussion of this event in UTBOH. It would have been a natural fit with his discussion of Mormon fundamentalist violence.)

I saw the show, on the other hand, when it came out and I knew way more about Mormon history. I thought it was fantastic. Very strong acting, writing, directing, deeply compelling, etc. I think the addition of Andrew Garfield's and Gil Birmingham's characters and the storyline about Jeb's faith deconstruction and Taba's Native American perspective really added a lot of depth. I also liked the way that their stories and the story of the investigation were woven together with both the recent history of the Lafferty family and the 19th century history of the church.

I would say that my primary issue with the show is that Allen Lafferty is written much more sympathetically than I find the real-life Allen, who was aware that his brothers had made death threats against his wife to a much greater extent than is portrayed in the show and did absolutely nothing about it. I think Allen bears a greater degree of responsibility for Brenda and Erica's deaths than the show would lead you to believe, and I know that Brenda's parents and siblings feel/felt that way, while the show depicts him going to stay with them in the final episode. (Also, while I don't know if Allen's religious struggles as depicted in the show are inaccurate to what he was going through at the time, he and his current wife are very much orthodox LDS, to the point where his wife has a Youtube channel with the two of them giving testimony, which I feel like doesn't really reflect well on him given like. everything.)

Edit: oh, and one issue I have with the historical flashbacks is that it kind of lampshades the conspiracy theory about John Taylor being in on Joseph Smith's murder which I think was kind of irresponsible of them because it's literally fringe nonsense and my behated.

#i know one of brenda's sisters has said that when allen dies basically that both god and brenda will hold him accountable for failing to #protect her :(

[frongle444]

Intro post :3

hi | you can call me Olly or Felix or frongle, they/she, minor, chinese adoptee :3

maybe genderqueer, aroace-spec (probably ace but idk), sapphic

dni - usual dni, proshippers, terfs, aphobes, etc,

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Mostly reblogs BUT I DO MAKE ART AND I SCREAM LOTS IN THE TAGS :DD

interests - Starkid (mainly Hatchetfield), Osemanverse, my little pony (sometimes), a little bit Ride the Cyclone, d20 fantasy high (ive only just started watching freshman so no spoilers pls :33), Smosh, angela giarratana simp,

i stan grace chasity (shes a fucked up little horror who has murdered <3)

DO NOT REPOST MY ART ON ANY OTHER WEBSITES. ANY OTHER WEBSITES SHOWING MY ART ARE NOT ME IF NOT LINKED HERE OR ON MY CARRD!!! Reblogs are ALWAYS okay tho :3

Shipping info for my hatchetfield frens:

I Ship:

Lautity (Steph x Grace)

Halogear (Ruth x Grace)

A little bit of Holy Ghost (Max x Grace)

Michie (Max x Richie) (mostly platonic, sometimes not)

Stacy x Brenda

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I am a minor

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#intro #frongle444art #pinned intro #pinned info #frongle444writes #tbh im probably going to change this bio a lot #frongle444rambles

[2ndbestsibling-hatchetfield-rp]

This looks fun how bout 🧑‍🧑‍🧒

They all have some type of connection to the cannon characters

Sonny and Taylor are Dukes nieces through their dad.

Taylor is also close with Daniel/Stopwatch (some timelines they are dating.) (he's actually the one in yellow on my banner.)

Sonny is on the cheer team so she is friends with Brenda and Stacy. As is Kimberly.

Kimberly is the new step sister of Max her mom just married his dad. (Kimberly doesn't like Max at all)

Dante is best friends with Daniel/Stopwatch

Corey is good friends with Sophia/Spitfire

#secondbestsibling hatchetfield oc #hatchetfield oc #hatchetverse #hatchetfield #starkid #taylor keane #dante graves #sonny keane #corey hatchetfield #kimberly avila jagerman #lauren lopez #joey richter #kim whalen #mariah rose faith #jeff blim

[cetaceans-pls]

Doughnut Do This To Me

Walking home from work, Bruce abruptly decides to join a random PTA meeting.

For once, he’s pretty sure he isn’t the worst man in the room.

Bruce Wayne/Jason Todd

Day 2: In the PTA

T, Canon-typical violence, Hostages, Absolute dumbassery

this is gonna be a recurring theme this week i think but i literally have no idea what i just wrote :’) nevertheless we’re gonna get thru it

-

Bruce has had the dubious pleasure of attending a few parent-teacher association meetings over the years for his horde of hellions, but this, he is forced to admit, is a thing of a different order.

The false moustache tickles him fiercely, but he didn’t have time to put on anything more elaborate. He didn’t even have time to wait for reinforcements, so here he is.

In a hostage situation with some shithead gunned-up dad screaming for his ex, a real parent crouched in the auditorium of a school no child of his attends.

Not what he’d expected to be doing on a Monday evening, but here we all are.

-

Bruce had finished up earlier than usual at work, feeling exceptionally energetic after two weeks of mild patrols and an absence of world-ending calamities, and in that funny way he gets ideas sometimes (like becoming Batman), he decides to walk home. Eight miles isn’t much to him, and it’s that perfect autumn weather of crispy-cool with bright sunlight pouring down, and he’d thought yes, why not go on a needlessly long walk?

He’s more than halfway home, passing through the Greensborough suburbs and enjoying a truly heinous food truck hotdog when he pauses by the front of Ainsley Elementary. He chews on his mystery meat contemplatively as he smiles at the banner that says ‘PTA meeting TONIGHT! Free Donuts 5 - 7′ in black ink on lime green card, and is ready to move on, when-

Afterwards, Bruce couldn’t really describe what drove him to toss his hotdog into a bush and briskly head for the front entrance, waistcoat and jacket being ripped off, spare moustache from the hidden compartment in his wallet getting slapped on, hair mussed to look longer and scruffier than it is. A man had gone in with a look in his face that looked off, a hand that kept straying to his hip, patting under his jacket, face determined and mean, and it had sent alarm bells screeching in his head.

At the door to the auditorium a young woman asks that he sign himself in; Bruce goes with Bill Stevens, with the assumption that surely someone would have Stevens as a surname. A quick glanceover throws up a Paw Patrol lanyard, the slightest smudge of pink marker on the inside of her cuff, and a strong Miss Frizzle energy to her dressing, so he takes a stab and hopes that she teaches younger kids and won’t realise that Nicola Stevens in 7th Grade is fully a made-up child.

“I’m sorry I’m late,” he says, all fluffed up and mussed up, pleasantly red in the cheek from the walk over. “Work ran over, my partner couldn’t come last minute, argh, hope there’s still some donuts left, god have mercy on whoever it was last time that sucked down half a dozen of the chocolate glazed ones.”

It’s another gamble, but PTA meetings tend to have a rhyme and a reason; they happen at regular intervals, and baked goods always run out too early.

Miss Frizzle laughs, and doesn’t even ask for ID. “It’s Brenda,” she says conspiratorially. “Swear she became the head of the PTA exclusively so that she gets first dibs.”

Bruce winks outrageously at her, and decides on the spot that Bill’s a devoted father but also a bit of a flirt. “You said it, not me.”

She baps him the sign-in clipboard, does not cross-reference his name against the name of parents with kids in the 7th grade, and waves him in. “Go on, go help yourself.”

Bruce smiles sunnily at her and scurries in, grabbing a donut and a cup of coffee, making small talk about his kid whose name, age, and gender changes with every person he’s talking to. He gets ensnared by a group of moms who somehow do know made-up Marigold-Lewis-in-4th-grade, and it feels like he’s close to blowing his cover when he remembers that no one expects much out of hapless dads outside of good-natured befuddled affection (how shameful).

He sits with Malika and Svetta and Dianne, shoots off a quick text to the family chat with an update as to why he’s stuck fast in an elementary school, and keeps his eyes on the man he hadn’t liked the look of.

Maybe his intuition had been wrong. Maybe he’ll just have to sit through 45 minutes of incredibly dull PTA stuff, continue discussing the ongoing struggle to separate Mari from his iPad, and then calmly proceed back the hell home. Jason’s coming by the Manor tonight, and maybe the day’ll end as well as it started.

It somehow only takes the man 20 minutes to Snap.

(Bruce wishes he had pounded back more donuts).

-

Excruciatingly, excitingly, the horrendous man holding them hostage is genuinely named Bill Stevens. They all know this, because he had shot his gun into the ceiling, rushed the stage, then screamed “I’m Bill Stevens, and I’m gonna kill my whore of an ex-wife!” for all the world to hear.

Honestly. Bruce supposes it could’ve been worse, Real Bill could have done this at any one of a thousand points in time where Bruce was far, far away. But no, the man chose a day where the heavens conspired to land Bruce at Ainsley Elementary, and if Real Bill had done this with children in the building Real Bruce would have ripped his fucking throat out.

As is, he brings his little group of mothers to the ground quick as he can, and throws his jacket over them. It’s wool on the outside, Kevlar on the inside, so it’s something. “Stay down,” he murmurs to them. “I’m a PI, I can handle this.”

There’s a lot of shouting and chaos as people mill about, clearly doing the mental math of ‘can I disarm this man before he empties his gun into me’ and still stuck on carrying the 2. It’s great cover for him to text home and say HOSTAGE GUN COME, before creeping towards the stage.

He feels terribly awkward, in broad daylight and nice slacks doing that funky little crabwalk that looks substantially more menacing when it’s dark and his cape’s trailing behind him, but it keeps him small and out of sight.

There’s a bit of a stand-off at the front of the stage now, between Real Bill screaming for “Brenda you bitch, come up here!!” while 3 other parents are trying to talk him down.

Brenda, thankfully, is nowhere to be seen. Perhaps she had gone to the lady’s room to wash her hands after her conquest of the donuts; he hopes Miss Frizzle’s already called for help and has barred entry.

He makes it all the way to the wings of the stage, pressed up close against dusty velvet curtains, obvious to everyone in the audience and nigh-on invisible to Real Bill.

Tensions are ratcheting up, Bill becoming increasingly incensed that he has somehow chosen the worst possible time to escalate this, creating a hostage situation sans target hostage.

Bruce could tackle him at this distance, he’s pretty sure, and he could do it with minimal danger to himself. Real Bill doesn’t look hard to overpower, skinny and wiry and ragged red round the edges, but while it would be easy to point the gun away in a scuffle, ‘away’ here means potentially towards any one of 3 dozen parents cowering on the floor.

Think, think. He doesn’t have any kit on him, when a poison blowdart or a batarang would be very useful. Real Bill doesn’t seem like he’s got the makings of a murderer, but it’s not hard to imagine him losing his temper and doing something terribly, terribly stupid.

Bruce doesn’t actually have a Nicola Stevens or a Marigold Lewis, but he’s still got a whole host of children he could boast about with the best of them. Unlike Real Bill, Bruce doesn’t want to do something terribly, terribly stupid. Unlike Real Bill, Bruce is trying to get better at communication.

Unlike Real Bill, Bruce thinks as he pulls out his phone, he has people waiting for him at home.

And unlike Brenda, his partner’s going to come through, right about-

-

“BILL STEVENS YOU CHEATING MOTHERFUCKER, WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!”

Jason comes in like a rampage, door kicked down, gun in each hand, looking like the ‘passion’ part in crime of passion.

Bruce almost feels bad for Real Bill, who looks shaken and stirred.

“Who the hell are you?” Real Bill shouts, an embarrassing crack in his voice, as he aims his gun at what Bruce can only hope is Jason’s armed chest.

“Who the hell are you?” Jason yells backs, thrice as loud and four time as rude. “Y’know what, actually I don’t even care. Where the fuck is Bill Stevens, I’m gonna teach him a lesson about two-timing me!”

Jason’s a force of nature, an unexpected typhoon that rises up and throws your head back when you were expecting a light drizzle at its worst, and Real Bill is visibly startled, stepping back and looking confounded.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I don’t know you!” his hand is shaking on his gun now, fearful tremor getting way worse the closer Jason advances on him.

“Of course you don’t,” Jason says mockingly, like he’s talking to a complete idiot, like he’s a rich trust-fund kid being needlessly unkind to the server behind the corner at Dairy Queen. “The fuck do you know ‘bout anything, Billy Boy? I’m here to beat up my man, you can’t even get your ex-girl to stay in the room with you.”

God. Bruce winces, and he sees half the room wince with him. Sure, Real Bill is a Real Asshole, but Jason’s degree of viciousness almost seems unfounded for how little injury there’s actually been.

Then again, Jason’s always been terrifying protective, which is a hard trait to keep when you’re dating the Batman. Nevertheless, they’re all persisting.

“Stay back, stay back!” Real Bill shrieks, and Bruce decides that it’s time to intervene. Jason might have his armour on his chest, maybe, but his head is bare, and Bruce is pretty terrifyingly protective too.

Bruce tucks into a crouch, ready to spring forward, but he’s not built for daylight!! A move that would have been invisible in the dark is obvious enough for Real Bill to catch out his periphery, and the man turns to him, wild-eyed, finger squeezing the trigger.

Bruce drops and holds his arms up over his head, braced for a bullet and a Bang!, but instead there’s a meaty thwack, and then a crumply thud.

He looks up, and crumpled in a neat pile with his eyes rolled back is Real Bill, blessedly unconscious. The instrument of his knock-out is obvious; Jason’s gun is spinning on the ground, a neat landing after the butt came into full violent contact with Real Bill’s temple, thrown with pinpoint accuracy at 10 paces.

Bruce looks at the gun, the absence of a bang, and turns to look at Jason, who’s just playing himself now. Jason’s a little abashed, a little puffed up to make up for being embarrassed, but he also looks a little bit (a lot) smug. “C’mon, babe. I know you hate the sound of gunfire. Wouldn’t be much of a rescue if I upset you, would it?”

Bruce suspects he’s making a very embarrassing face right now, and hopes that the moustache covers at least a portion of it. “Thanks for coming.”

“No problem,” Jason tells him, and smirks. “Good job sending me your location babe, but also you are whole ass at the wrong school. We’re at Armsley, not Ainsley. C’mon, we’re gonna miss our own damn PTA meeting.”

Smooth, Bruce thinks a little breathlessly. What a marvelous extraction.

Someone in the mass of still shaking, still upset civillians somehow still finds the strength within themselves to shout “But there isn’t an Armsley Elementary anywhere near here,” as Jason reaches across the stage to grab his gun with one hand and helps Bruce down with the other.

“You got us,” Jason says mildly, arm tight around Bruce’s waist as he walks them to the exit. “We’re actually guardian angels of PTA meetings. Get snippy with me and I’m gonna curse you so’s that every time you take a seat in this school the chair will break and your kid will laugh at you. Chill.” At the table by the door, he grabs a donut. “Have something sweet.”

Then he throws the cursed pastry at the voice of dissent, and leans over and kisses Bruce in full view of every single person in the auditorium.

Brenda can keep her chocolate-glazed baked goods, Bruce finds himself thinking hazily. He’s already filled up with something warm and sweet.

#brujay #bruce wayne #jason todd #whale writing #also for bw week 2022 #but this needs to be tweaked a lot before i'll be happy to share it lmao #my god this was a struggle #but we're still 2/2

[ewan-mo]

Mo had a dream

20th September 2023

The youngest student at the workshop; 2 months old. Son of Brenda, Community MH nurse, he is just 2 months old. He’s called Zion. And very advanced, of course.

At breakfast today I decided to have avocado. Because I could, because it’s good for me, and because we normally eat quite a bit of it at home.

Our menu here tends to be based on common Ugandan everyday foods, hence yesterday’s liver and cooking banana and today’s avocado.

Ewan began the day’s programme with a snowball exercise. 2-3 people discuss first, then they join another group to become 6 and so on. Each time the group has to decide on its ‘top 3’ – in this case, their top three things learnt as a result of the partnership with Jamie’s Fund. Great to read their results. I was not surprised, but I was moved, to hear mention of loving our patients, and other similar sentiments 

Long ago in Malawi, I was surprised and upset to find that the PrivateNotForProfit hospitals, which were mostly faith based, wouldn’t care for any patients with mental illness. While in government service we were developing community mental health care and reducing the population of the mental hospital, the mission hospitals were saying “We don’t do this.”

We asked a question of the Christian Medical Fellowship in UK as to why should this be? That led to a consultation: “Should faith based health institutions provide mental health services?”

An international conference followed in 1998: Developing Mental Health: a Challenge to the Churches. We brought participants from five continents - mental health workers, their managers and their bishops, and had a wonderful week in a conference centre in England. 

By then I had a dream: that faith-based hospitals, especially in low-income countries, would develop community mental health services, and offer love and commitment to this group of people who are so often stigmatised, rejected and outcast.

Working in Jamie’s Fund in Uganda, my dream has come true. Our young colleagues here have a shining vision to make things better in mental health, and they are transforming lives. They also love to learn and we are having such a good week with them.

Second on today’s agenda I presented Trauma Matters, prepared by our good friend Helen, a Liverpool psychiatrist. We were all looking forward to her first visit to Uganda – and so was she, but late in the day illness stopped that happening. Interesting presenting other people’s powerpoint! But I already knew that she and I had were of the same tribe, had concerns and values in common, and that it was a privilege to present her work. 

After lunch our colleague Sudaat told us about a new syndrome “Shake Shake”. Every so often these slightly odd presentations crop up, often in boarding schools, looking like some weird neurological disease. As far as I know, they never are, but are usually due to underlying stress and the girls ‘catch’ it from each other. You won’t be surprised to hear that in ShakeShake the girls’ legs shake.

Some of our colleagues had asked for screening tools to give them a straightforward and speedy way to assess those patients in medical clinics who come with physical symptoms but appear to have nothing wrong with them. So we talked about screening principles and got them doing translations of one such tool into local languages. Much hilarity ensued. Keeping control was like herding cats.  

We took a group photo with the banner of the the Diversity Foundation behind the group.  Diversity Travel have been very generous in their support to Jamie’s Fund and have paid about half the cost of this work shop for which we are very grateful..

Ewan enjoys data. Don’t drown in data, turn it into information!  Kuule from Bwindi and Lamet from Mukono, both very able and visionary mental health clinicians, joined Ewan to show how it could be done. Kuule and Ewan have recently spent a considerable time preparing a research paper on this very subject, which shows how the number of patients attending mental health clinics around Bwindi has increased as more clinics have been opened as a result of training of clnical staff  in basic mental health care, sponsored by JF.  The only officially required figures are for the clinic attendances rather than how an individual attends.  Just looking at the number of attendances doesn't tell you about the size of pool of patients or if individuals are attending regularly for follow up. You need this to be able to manage your service effectively.

Supper as usual and early bed.

[roosterforme]

Don't Drag Your Feet (Rooster x Reader)

Part of The What If Collection of blurbs for Roo and Baby Girl. Written for an ask. My masterlist. Banner by @mak-32

Warnings: just fluff

Bradley was lounging in his bunk on base in San Diego, partaking in his weekly phone call home to his parents. He smiled as he held the phone to his ear while Carole Bradshaw talked a mile a minute. He kept trying to cut in, knowing she would want to hear what he had to say, but she was going on and on about her cousin Brenda.

"Mom," he tried again, running his fingers through his hair. 

"Oh, Bradley, all the cousins want to see you. Do you know when you'll be back in Virginia? Your dad and I figured you'd be back on base here by Thanksgiving at the latest?"

But he closed his eyes and thought about the one thing that had him hoping to stay in San Diego permanently. "Mom. I met a girl."

The line went completely silent. 

"Mom? Are you there?"

And then all he heard was a loud screech that had him pulling the phone a few inches from his ear. "Goose!!! Baby! Get in here! He met a girl! Bradley met a girl!"

"Mom," he groaned into the phone. "It's not...anything serious." It wasn't. But he wanted it to be. 

"Maybe it's not serious yet, but Bradley, darling, you never tell us anything about the girls you're seeing. All I know is that there are plenty of them, and that you don't seem to let any of them stick around. So when can we meet her?"

He sighed as his dad's voice carried through the phone as well. "Who's the girl?" he asked, and Bradley could hear the smile in his voice. 

"He won't tell me anything about her!" his mom complained, even though she'd found out less than a minute ago and hadn't let Bradley speak at all. "What's her name? Are we allowed to know that much? And what does she look like? And did you meet her at work? And does she want to give me grandchildren?"

"Jesus, mom. Just, hang on and I'll text you a picture of her." 

As Bradley pulled up the photo he wanted to send, he smiled. You were gorgeous. He was obsessed with the perfect curve of your cheek and your smile. When he sent the photo he told them your name, and that you were also a naval officer with multiple degrees from the naval academy. And then a screech even louder than the first one came tearing through the speaker.

"Bradley! She's beautiful! Goose! Look at her! Our grandchildren will be stunning. And her name sounds perfect with Bradshaw after it."

"Mom, I think you're getting ahead of yourself here-"

"I can tell you're serious about her! I'm not getting ahead of anything."

Bradley sighed. "I just think I might have stronger feelings than she does."

"Have you told her yet? That you're in love with her?" she asked.

He was in love with you. But he was too afraid to say it yet. Not before the mission. It was too soon. 

Then he heard his dad's voice. "Some advice for you, son. If she's that pretty and that smart and you care about her that much, don't drag your feet."

But Bradley always dragged his feet. And women never kept his attention. He was thirty five years old, and he had only had two girlfriends. 

You were different. He could tell right away. But you were way out of his league, and he didn't know the first thing about how to keep you. How to make you his. But he wanted to. He really wanted to. 

"Listen to your father, Bradley. We were engaged by our sixth date."

"Yeah, I know. You've told me about a million times." But he was smiling into the phone now, because even he knew that the kind of love his parents had was rare. He's grown up around it, but he'd never experienced it himself. Until now. 

Then he heard his mom ask, "Do you want me to fly out with my engagement ring? I can probably fly out on Tuesday so you have it for when you're ready. And then I can meet your dream girl. We can all go out to dinner with Mav."

Bradley laughed and cradled his forehead in his hand. "Do not fly out on Tuesday, okay? It's way too soon for that. And if you give me your ring, what will you wear?"

"I'll buy her a new one," his dad said immediately. "Something big and pretty for my girl."

Bradley knew there was no other way to get them off the phone, so he said, "Tuesday is no good for me. But I'll think about it, okay? I'll think about...taking your ring so I have it. Just in case."

When he told them he loved them and ended the call, he was already thinking about it.

#bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw imagine #rooster fanfic #if you ask emily #b&bg #is it working for you? #bradley bradshaw fanfiction #roosterforme

[corrupted-ciphers]

My banner image, featuring 18 of my ocs. Here's a little about their stories and shit. (From left to right):

Sparrow Song:    Story about 23 year old college student Gideon on his off time going back to his home town, which happens to be a hotspot of magical activity. In this world, the magic realm is layered on top of the regular mortal realm, and Gideon's home town, Sparrow Song, is located on/close to a weak point between the world's layers. Here he meets Vigenere and her family, and learns to come to terms with his own inner struggles, as well as the magical shit. Characters are: Vigenere, Jefferson, Gideon.

Signal Lost Due to Interference (Still working title lmao 2 years later):    The story of Amelia Fitzgerald and her fall from grace. She attempted to be a local superhero, but instead broke and went down the path of villainy becoming Lost Signal, recruiting some other lost and chaotic friends along the way. When not causing chaos around New Gotham City, Amelia is the head researcher on an important genetics project. Characters are: Cyanide (aka Rana; Bottom left), Lost Signal (aka Dr. Fitzgerald; Top) Antivirus (aka Harold Baker; Middle), Kitty (Bottom)

I'm a Little Cursed Too (Terraria Calamity Mod AU):    This one's about Lya, an escapee of a Brimstone Cult, who runs off to the island Terraria, and ends up finding her will to live on, and eventually break her own curse. Her curse being that she's destined to fight the Brimstone Witch Calamitas. Though she realizes that Cal is in a similar situation, if not worse, than her, and instead befriends her. It also crosses with my Deltora Quest AU later in the story. Characters are: Lya (Standing), and Scorpia (On floor)

Space Ace Squad:    The story of a human named Shane getting accidentally kidnapped by an alien named Naya and brought into her space pirate group. All the main characters are asexual, hence the name. The story eventually takes a turn to Naya's home planet, where the group sort of fixes, sort of makes worse their fascist government.      Characters are: Shane, Enith, and Naya (On Floor)

CONTROL/Idealism.      Man, it's been a hot minute since I've updated this one. I'm thinking of rewriting it entirely. It's about Brenda, an escaped test subject from Interstice Science Innovators. She eventually returns, attempting to take down the company and spare others from her suffering, and along the way discovers that it's far worse than she thought.      Characters are: Brenda 

Technocracy:     The story of a morally corrupt alien geneticist and his oblivious assistant ruining their planet and starting a race war. Their society was already being corroded from the inside out, but Al helps speed up the process, effectively causing a genocide out of spite. Note here: Al and Ni's story take place about 300~ years before Naya and the Space Ace Squad. And Naya, and Enith are actually offshoots of Al and Ni's race.      Characters are: Al, Ni.

Den of Thieves (Working title again):       The story of a young girl, named Wren attempting to collect various magical relics in order to rescind her exile order from her home town, and maybe overthrown the princess while she's at it. Meanwhile in the background of the game, one of the characters, Walter has gained sentience and will interact with the player how he sees fit, ranging from purposefully screwing up your stealth section out of spite, to outright attempting to influence the actual computer he's stuck on, with potentially fatal consequences.  Characters are: Wren, Feraxie, Walter (Standing)

Here's the updated stuff, yay. If you guys want more info about the various worlds, I update more often on Toy House, here: toyhou.se/Corrupted-Ciphers

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