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teamluxx · 1 year
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!!!!! please tell me more how was it????? that’s so cool and so exciting <3
AGHHSHSGSHEGDHSBS IT WAS SO GOOODDDDDDD !!! ok so. im gonna give a rundown of everything. so.
m&g. i see jan. i give her a hug. i almost cry. jimbo says she loves my makeup. i show the girls my jackie cox tattoo, then show jan my tattoo of her. she takes a picture. silky grabs my arm and signs it and says “now go get that tattooed”. jasmine signs next to my daya tattoo. we take the best picture ever it looks so cute. i sob like a little bitch after. it was crazy.
then the show.
ok so. start of the show. jan comes out. she does mariah carey. that woman sings directly to me, points at me, said “all i want for christmas is you” to ME.
next comes nina whos the host. and im freaking iut because crystal is next and nina looks at me and goes “youre freaking out are you ok?” and i say “not at all!” and shes like “well since youre so ecvited come here” and she got me out of my chair and she had me announce crystal.
then after crystals number she called herself the dancing diva and i was like “no one calls you that” and she looked at me and said “nO ONE CALLS ME THAT??:!/?/ CHECK YOURSELF GIRL.”
then nina comes out anf says “who said that?:!/?:!:” and crystal points right to me then ninas like “no more microphone privileges for u”
after jimbo comes out anf she goes into the audience anf i am first row so she comes up to me. straight up puts her pussy in my face. and im like 😦😦😦
i also called brooke mother and she was like “yes im so mother”
then the show ends and jan is singing and im sobbing and she sings to me again cuz im sobbing
then jimbos second number is cvtw number and after the dhow ended she gives the baloney to jan and i look at her and i point. at my titties. and she throws it right up in there and. yeah safe to say it was the best night of my life im so mentally unwell
i was also just posted on the m&p instagram like an hr ago and my jan hug is there and its. aAAAAA !!!!!!!
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tiptapricot · 2 years
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Ok hc idea but what if Marc set up Stevens phone so that the voicemails to his mother actually went to him and maybe if Marc has a spare moment while fronting he'll sit with a coffee and just... Listen to Steven? Catch up with how his life is going and just feel close to him? Be proud of his boy for sticking up for himself against Donna or how he took a nice walk through the park and saw a cool bird?
This hurts me greatly.
NO BUT LITERALLY This is one of my favorite fandom headcanons because it like… makes sense. While I don’t think every one of Steven’s calls was to an actual number, I like the idea of him having his mom’s contact in his phone, or someone he believes is his mom’s contact.
Marc set up the apartment, we know that, since their mom absolutely wouldn’t have and likely never even went to England, and he’s also probably the one who sent Steven postcards. He’s done so much to build up this elaborate role to care for Steven through, because it’s his only way to interact with him semi directly while still staying in the background. And Steven’s life needs some structure to uphold its illusion, to keep it so that he can exist semi-normally separate from their trauma.
The real phone contact wasn’t their initially, I think, not at first. It was just the house and then the postcards (because Marc visited somewhere on a mission and thought about how Steven always mumbles about feeling trapped or never getting time off from work, and he thought maybe giving him a secondhand window into the rest of the world would help ease the tension. Which it did. And does. So he continues), but then Marc started noticing the calls.
Maybe Steven didn’t do them at first, maybe something about the postcards sparked his brain to talk to her again, put his mom back as a forefront relationship. Like… if she was sending him things, he should too!
Marc started out bitter about it. He’d drift near front and hear Steven chattering away like he was talking to an old friend and it made him feel… wrong, and he’d recoil and sink down so he wouldn’t have to hear it. But it kept going. It never stopped. And Marc started trying to linger close to front more frequently so he could hear about Steven’s day, but that ended up getting messy. His presence would make Steven spacey or confused because he was getting too close, their communication not really at the point of comfortable cocon at that point.
And Marc didn’t want to cause harm (which is what he’d see it as, as intruding on Steven’s life because he’s he only one of them who gets to have that and Marc has already taken so much all he does is steal, doesn’t he?), and so he came up with the contact. He wired it to a burner phone, one he didn’t use for anything else, and labeled it “Mum💖🐊!” and Steven started calling it seamlessly, rattling on to a number that never talked back, to an empty message line.
The messages are always cut off at the start, since Steven usually starts talking before it goes to voicemail, but Marc still gets enough. Steven will slip out of front after a long day, or Marc will push into control for a mission, and there’s something there waiting for him. If he doesn’t have a mission, he’ll sit on Steven’s bed and flip open the little phone, the screen illuminating his face in blue in the dark, and there’ll be a message or two waiting.
(“Hey Mum! You won’t believe it but today I had an amazing chat with a bloke at work…. Yeah! He was some type of exchange student, I think, agreed that tons of the junk we’re selling is inaccurate… Right? It’s a bloody relief that’s what it is. He was quite nice, actually, though I don’t think he’ll be coming back. Shame that. Leaving me stuck with Donna.” Laughter crackles over the speakers.)
If he does have a mission, he listens to the messages on plane rides, and in the back of jeeps, and in the steamy bathroom of a hotel where he’s trying to scrub the blood from his hands.
(“Hey Mum!” “Helloo!” “Mornin’!” “Love you so much, bye!”)
Marc holds the phone so tight to his ear sometimes he’s worried it’ll break. (But it won’t. It’s a nokia for a reason)
The messages allow him to keep tabs on pieces of Steven’s life he can’t be present for, make sure he’s still comfortable and catch any events that might run into time he has to be away. It can be a bit patchy sometimes, since Steven doesn’t always actually press the call button, doesn’t always actually talk to anything, but that’s ok. Marc’s gotten good at taking what he can get, at grasping at scraps.
He’ll answer sometimes, if he’s alone. Pretends like Steven’s talking to him for real. He’ll respond in the space of the blank pauses and hope the reply matches up alright, and sometimes he can almost forget he’s talking to a recording and not the real thing… until the usual “Lators gators!” Steven always tacks on to the end. That always makes Marc’s breath stutter.
It’s stupid. It shouldn’t. He isn’t really part of Steven’s life, not really, so he shouldn’t expect it to feel real. He’s forging a fantasy to step in by proxy, to give him access to information and… a voice. Someone to talk to, even if they aren’t really talking back. It’s close enough. He makes it work.
Sometimes he wonders, though, how close it is to the truth.
Steven says “Mum,” and Marc listens, and wonders how much he takes after her, if his voice raises the same way and carries the same force, if his anger would make others scared like hers did, if he drinks the same way she does, for the same reasons.
Steven says “Mum,” and Marc hears it, and eventually it gets hard to distinguish where the act ends and he begins.
“She” isn’t like this, not like he makes her out to be, not real, but he is. “She” didn’t leave a letter under the door with twisting letters and a reminder to eat regularly, but he did. “She” didn’t leave a little wrapped present for the mail desk to get to him, didn’t look through online pet stores until he found some suitably nerdy tank decorations, but he did.
“She” didn’t care for Steven, but Marc does.
And he’s not quite sure he can stop.
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improvidus · 1 year
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Cairo Day One | 1x21
Jack, there's blood on my hands...
(@macgyvercairo)
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macgyvercairo · 1 year
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April 10th
Word Prompt:
Answer Me
Image Prompt:
Bloody hands dripping into a a sink.
Don’t forget to use tags #Cairo Day 2023 and #Day 1: Answer Me! And be sure to @ us in your posts so we can easily find and reblog them. Happy Cairo Week!
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the-whispers-of-death · 15 hours
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Cairo only uses violence when it's necessary
He'd just kiss kali and Heartthrobs forehead, give them some candy and go back to knitting his scarf
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Stone, seeing Kali and Heartthrob get forehead kisses: 🥺
Kali and Heartthrob enjoys their forehead kisses and their candies. Stone is questioning why he didn't get forehead kisses.
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neptunc · 17 days
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“You don’t know what you want.” / pacey x joey
𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓼 𝓶𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓼
“You don’t know what you want.”
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"no— you see," pacey cuts himself off with a chuckle and a shake of his head. he was already nervous to even put his feelings out there in the first place, but now with her using her usual joey-esque defensive side, he was beginning to get IRRITATED. especially with the whole will-they-won't-they energy that's been surrounding them recently. he knew exactly what she was hesitant about, he's always known, but he wasn't about to mention his name and blow this conversation sky high. "i, in fact, DO know what i want, jo. i put it out there, plain and simple." his sarcasm bit the air between them. his own defense mechanism. "you don't know what YOU want. i'm trying my hardest to be civil here, but i gotta say— it's not easy."
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malka-lisitsa · 22 days
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💭 / from tyler
Send 💭 for a thought my Muse has had about yours.
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You know this kid isn't so bad when he's not being a douche.... Triggering that curse was the best thing that ever happened to him. Maybe some day he'll even thank me for it. He better invite me to the Forewood wedding.
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So she can RSVP no and then show up anyway.
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spaghettiposts · 1 month
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picture to burn part 2 plsss
I know anon, I know 😞😞 the inspiration is taking some time but I promise it’ll be worth it.
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harehearts · 6 months
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do you have a benji/rory playlist? and if not... drop some songs for them? 👀
I do have a playlist for them! Here it is, but the most Benji/Rory songs on there are: Polite Company, The One, Love Me Wrong.
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teamluxx · 11 months
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cairo is back fr fr …..🥺
btw if you have sent me anything on discord in the last couple months i lost the account you friended me on #whoops
hey charls ! charls my sweet sweet moot. how r u ! missed u ! my tumblr user is jackiecox if u (or anyone else for that matter) wanna add me ! mwah !
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rosieblogstuff · 1 year
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I started writing a Day 3 story and accidentally turned it into a Day 1 story. Whoops. It will now cover at lesat 3 days of prompts.... (@macgyvercairo)
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They’d have made it in time for exfil if the car could move faster than thirty miles per hour. As it was, they didn’t even make it all the way to the airport.
“At least it waited ‘til we could see the place to give up,” Jack says, letting the junker roll to a stop on the side of the road. He struggled with the gearshift before giving up and yanking the parking brake. “You able to make a call yet? We’re gonna be late.”
Mac pulls free the wires he’d been trying to connect the phone into power in the empty slot where the radio used to be. “No.” He stuffs his dead cell phone into his back pocket and gets out of the car. “I'll be able to charge it on the plane.”
Jack huffs a laugh. “Sure, but it’ll be too late by then to warn exfil we’re coming.”
“We’ll be fine,” Mac says. After all, this isn’t the first time they’ve come rolling in right on or beyond the deadline. Exfil teams are used to that, and they’d wait a bit. Probably.
(more on AO3)
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dinosaurswant2rule · 1 year
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So I’m here! Super late to the @macgyvercairo celebrations, but apparently  my brain is mean and only works on weekends. Sigh anyway
No idea what the plot of this, it’s...well, these are some of the tropes I’m playing with and there you go. 
Mac pulled the glass pieces out of his hand. They were miniscule in size and every time he managed to remove a section of the see through stuff a spasm of agony went through him. 
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lailuhhh · 1 year
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While I’m on a roll 😂😂😂😂😂 what did Jack mean in 3x02 when he implied Mac had firsthand experience with a (I’m hoping I’m remembering this bit of dialogue right because it’s too late at night for fact checking) “grisly tour”?
Oh boy so like
Jack was probably referencing either a bad past mission, maybe some with Murdoc because both kidnap/prisoner things, but most likely a very bad tour hint hint nudge nudge something from Army Days
But it had to be something that was like b a d
One of them nearly dying, both of them nearly dying, mainly Mac nearly dying, something that had like a large amount of casualties that left Mac feeling like oh god I should’ve done something and Jack’s the only one to snap him out of it
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Does Stone wanna give Cairo a kiss or is Cairo too old man (he's 51)
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Cairo: I'm probably too old for you.
Stone, climbing up Cairo's 7'10" ass: I'd give anything to kiss you.
I thought he was 53, as you stated in this ask. But regardless, it's still younger than Bharat is (I don't know the exact age of Bharat because I don't want to do math nor think about how old Bharat would've been when Stone was born, but considering Stone is almost 35, safe to say Cairo is not as old as Bharat is). And that means Stone is fully ready to beg for Cairo's kisses.
Cairo is not too old for Stone. He's actually perfect age in Stone's opinion.
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neptunc · 26 days
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“ it’s too late for me. ” / mase to daws
𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒,  𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍
“ it’s too late for me. ”
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the words no it's not were itching to come out of his mouth before reality hit. he was sat here, on a swing set in the middle of the night, talking to a ghost. the ghost of his SOULMATE. anyone out on a late night stroll would think he's a nutcase speaking to himself. maybe he was. "don't say that." is all he seemed to muster, his hands gripping the swing chains until it hurt. after speaking directly to mason all night, now he couldn't muster the courage to look at him. he felt better living in his little fantasy world where he still existed, but he ALWAYS had to try and bring him back to earth. he couldn't face it.
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You hear shouting from far away. "Hey! How are you doing?! It has been a while!" - @ask-idv-philosopher
"AWUH-?!" Immediately the woman jumped up, startled by the sudden shouting. Upon realizing who it was, Cairo placed a hand on her chest to calm down; waving at her friend who was a good distance away.
"Theo! You erm.. really scared me there.. it has been a while, hasn’t it? I’ve been good.. I think! What about you?" Cairo shouted back.
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