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alice-angel12x · 3 years

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Jade x reader

"The mystery drinks Floyd bought from Mr.Sam doesn't seem to be selling well among the customers anymore," Jade informed," they say it's not as delicious as Sam's."

"You think Mr.Sam scammed us?" Floyd asked.

"No, Mr.Sam wouldn't sell a faulty product, maybe the mystery drink is loosing in popularity," Azul said simply.

"Maybe, but another product is becoming popular in Mr.Sam's shop. He calls it Music drink," Jade said.

"You mean the drink from the random chatter from the customers?" Floyd groaned, getting all the more bored.

"Indeed, it seems that Mr.Sam was willing to sell the right to the mystery drink for cheap, because he had a new product in the wing," Jade theorized.

"Seems that Mr.Sam has a few tricks up his sleeves, I can already see the decrease in our sales. Let's see what were up against this time," Azul sighed.

As the trio left the lounge, a lone figure in one of the booths were listening in on the conversation. A smile on their face as they wrote notes on the chatter around them.

"Know, how can I surpass my recent success," they hummed to themselves as they looked over a list of ingredients.

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After learning Mr.Sam had a hot new product the trio returned to the lounge to close up for the night. As Jade was finishing up the last of the cleaning, he noticed a figure at the drinks counter. As he slowly approached he was able to identify that it was one of the new Octavinelle students, Y/n. They were odd looking, mainly the strange jellyfish cap they wear on their head.

And during preparations Jade couldn't find much on this strange student. They had no online presence or records in previous schools. Jade and Floyd tried to find something about them, but they didn't find anything. From "research" they found that they were soft spoken, and tend to hide away in classrooms for the most part. Nothing interesting, Jade all to tired from today wasn't in the best moods to be in his butler persona at this time as he approached.

"The lounge is closed, leave," Jade said simply.

The person seemed to ignore him as they continued to make themselves a drink of sorts. Slightly miffed Jade grabbed their wrist and pulled them toward, a dangerous glint in his eyes, as he put on a mischievous smile.

"I'm afraid you have to leave, I'm not in the mood to man handle anyone at this time," Jade chuckled.

But Jade quickly noticed something off, the person didn't struggle or cry out for help. They were calm and still, with a mischievous smirk of their own. Suddenly Jade felt a shock through out his whole body, paralyzing him. He was stuck in his current position of leaning over the table, unable to move a muscle.

"You know it's quite rude to grab someone like that. So why don't you settle down for a while," Y/n smiled as they continued to make a strange drink.

"W-what did you do to me?!" Jade stuttered.

He studied their face, there was no hint of fear in their eyes. They looked almost amused at him and his intimidating aura.

"Just a little defence mechanism, you'll be free by morning don't worry," Y/n said as they finished making the drink.

It was a luminescent blue that glowed humbly in the dim light of the dorm lounge, and it had a very faint ocean smell to it.

"What is that?" Jade asked curiously.

"Just a home favorite drink," Y/n answers as they gulped down the liquid.

As it went down the liquid lit up their gains and skin with a light blue, but the color quickly faded and stopped glowing. Y/n slowly cleaned up their mess and put everything back in it's place.

" so is this what your really like behind that gentlemen act?" Y/n asked teasingly.

"Was your soft spoken nature a mask all along?" Jade asked with a smirk.

Jade, despite being slightly miffed, he couldn't help but smirk at this cocky First year. He could help but be amused by this sudden turn of events, and shift in character of this first year. As he got a closer look at them, he noticed that under the jellyfish cap Y/n lad lovely h/c hair and cloudy e/c eyes. Perhaps he may have overlooked them too soon.

"How amusing," Jade thought to himself.

As he watched Y/n come around the counter and stood front of him. Since they were shorter than him they had to look up at him, with a charming smirk on their face.

"Cause i'm feeling nice tonight, I won't leave you standing," Y/n laughed as they laid Jade down in one of the lounge booths, " Goodnight."

Jade was left paralyzed on the young couch for the entire night. It was beyond uncomfortable but he some how managed to fall asleep.

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"Jade... Jade!" Shouted a familiar voice.

"Jade, why are you sleeping in the lounge?" Saul asked.

Jade slowly opened his eyes to see Floyd and Saul staring down at him curiously. Floyd pulled Jade up, but Jade winced as his entire body felt like he was on pins and needles.

"What are you doing out here?" Floyd asked.

"I'm sorry, but I was paralyzed by Y/n. Who was using the bars appliances last night," Jade explained.

"You mean boring Jellyfish head? They don't have the courage to hurt a fly," Floyd sighed.

"It seems we were greatly mistaken," Jade said as he smiled to himself.

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Part 2?

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katymacsupernatural · 4 years

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The Proposal Chapter 6

Jensen Ackles x Reader

Story Summary: Jensen needs help keeping his life in order. To keep the media off his back. In order to do so, he comes up with a plan. Y/N, just a producer’s assistant, is pulled in to play a part she never thought she would have. Jensen’s fiancee. Only will it stay as a part to play, or will she start to want more?

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

While shopping with Ruth a couple of days ago, you had picked out some other items as well, knowing that you might need them in the future. And you were so grateful you had. You really didn't think jeans and one of your favorite band t-shirts would be appropriate. Ruth had great taste and had piled clothes up on the counter for you to take home.

Including this beautiful black dress that you were currently struggling to zip up. It was knee-length, with a high neckline. It fit snug around your chest, but slightly flared at the hips. You had paired it with your only thing left from your Mom, her sapphire necklace and earring set.

Frustrated, you left the zipper down, picking up your purse and slipping on your black flats. No way were you going to spend the evening in heels.

Jensen was sitting on his couch, scrolling through his phone when you came down the stairs. Without looking at you, he placed his phone in his pocket and stood up. "Ready?" He asked.

"Not yet," you answered. "I just need a little help with the zipper."

Finally, he glanced over at you, his jaw clenching slightly as he made no move forward. "I hope this dress is okay. I wasn't sure...,"

"It will do," he answered gruffly, moving around you. His fingers were warm against your skin as he slowly drew the metal zipper up. Your breath caught with the feel of his skin against yours, and you quickly chastised yourself.

"It's strictly business," you repeated over and over again in your head. However, his hand lingered before he brushed the top of your dress.

"There, um," he cleared his throat. "All ready to go."

He brushed past you, his cologne wafting past your lips. Musky, with the scent of fresh pine trees. It was refreshing and alluring. He held the door to the garage open for you, and you finally got a good look at his outfit. He was wearing form-fitting dark jeans that accentuated his thighs and hips. A simple black button-down pulled tight across his shoulders. "You look nice," You told him, passing by to head to the passenger side of his car.

"Thanks," he answered gruffly, your comment throwing him off-kilter. "So do you."

You had already learned that it was a twenty-minute car ride to his brewery, and he talked the entire drive over while you tried to catch glimpses of the scenery. He talked a lot about his family. Of his parents. He had a smile on his face, his love for his parents obvious.

"Y/N, I know this is a lot to put on you," he started to say just as he pulled into the parking lot of his brewery. "I don't expect you to get everyone's names right, or anything like that. But I do need you to pretend you're madly in love with me, and I'll do my best also. I know it's a lot to ask, but I know I couldn't have asked anyone better."

"I promise I'll do my best," you assured him, climbing out of the car to view the impressive set up in front of you. "And please, let me know if I'm not doing it right."

"Ready to get proposed to?" He chuckled, holding his hand out, and you took it, your heart racing.

Only a couple of workers were in the brewery, getting tables set up, food placed in the warmers. Picnic booths were set up along the porch while tall bar tables filled the lobby. "Nice," you said, mainly to yourself. Old fashioned lights were strung up along the heavy beams, casting a nice glow. A stage was on the far side, a bar across from it. It was beautifully decorated, a place you could find yourself spending a lot of time.

"It is, isn't it?" Jensen answered proudly. "It's been a lot of work, but it's come along nicely."

"I bet it see's a lot of business," you continued. "I'd love to come here with friends. To sit on that porch and drink a beer with the warm Texas breeze blowing around us. You serve food?"

His hand rested proudly on the heavy wooden countertop. "Not in here. But we have food trucks that park out front. That way we can work with other local, small businesses as well."

It was a great idea. For a second you let yourself imagine coming here during the evenings, helping serve beer and talk to the customers. It felt like a place you could belong. "I think it's a great idea," you answered softly.

"Come," he insisted. "People will be arriving soon, and there are still things to be done."

You followed him around, listening as he talked to the workers, seeing a new side to Jensen. Sure, you were used to seeing him as Dean, the character he played, but here? He was kind, but firm, and knew exactly what he wanted. He was lit up with a passion, and you could tell he loved this place dearly. It was fun, watching him as he moved around, getting things ready for the proposal dinner.

That had your smile faltering. So much weighed on tonight. His family not only had to like you, but they had to believe you had secretly been dating Jensen for quite some time. That you were madly in love. And while you admired the man, and were definitely attracted, it seemed a little too much.

"Hey, what's up?" He asked, noticing the frown on your face. "If you don't want to put out the flower displays, that's okay."

He was so nice, it made you feel even worse about this evening. "Are you sure you want to go through with it?" You asked him. "It's not too late to back out. Your family doesn't know I'm here, and...,"

"Y/N, everything's going to be okay," he assured you, reaching out and grasping your arms, trying to comfort you.

But you couldn't get the nagging thought out of your head that everything wasn't going to be okay. "But you're you! And I'm..well, who's to say they won't take one look at me, and realize this is all a scam! I'm not a good actress, and this is huge!"

"We all get cold feet," he tried again. "But it will be fine. My family will love you, and they'll just be so happy that I brought a girl home. It's been so long, and well, that was a train wreck. They're going to be thrilled. It will all work out, I promise."

You took a deep breath. And before Jensen could assure you any more, the door was pushed open, and an older lady made her way inside. "Jensen! Come give your Mom a hug. It's been weeks!"

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crimsoncityhq · 4 years

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The fall solstice is only days from breaking over the Crimson City. Heat is a rare commodity to the residents of Chicago, so they part with it bitterly every year at the annual End-of-Summer Festival. The season goes out with a bang and the rumble of food trucks every summer as patrons waltz their way down the Chicago art walk, indulge in all things saucy and boozy at the Chicago Bourbon and BBQ Festival, get in touch with nature at the Chicago craft beer tasting at the zoo, and shop at the Chicago flea market littered with street merchants from all over the country. Of course, the real selling point every year is the annual Chicago bar crawl, which sweeps guests through Cook County’s best bars, like The Pint, Rousseau’s, Cataleya, Wolves and Skyfall Bar. To attract more customers, each bar, restaurant, and club—even what goes on behind—will be steeply discounted for the ultimate occasion.

And if you’re a little territorial, don’t sweat it—no metal detectors will be necessary at the End-of-Summer Festival. Who would want to ruin all this fun, anyway ?!

Part I of the End-of-Summer Festival begins at 7:15 P.M. CST and will conclude on TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 15 at 7 P.M. CST. You may continue your non-event threads through the event, however we ask you don’t post any starters unless they pertain to the event

Under the cut are plot slots you may claim for this event; just send your preferred slot to the main. Plots slots are a first come, first serve basis.

We’re going to allow each person to choose two plot slots for two characters max .If there are any leftovers, we’ll let members know when they can sign up for thirds. Please try to pick one pertaining to your character and plot with those that take the other spots.

You’ll notice that some of these plots are public, so feel free to have your character react to them/ notice them even if they aren’t happening directly to your character. However, if something feels like it happened privately to another character, please check in with their Mun to see if it’s okay for your character to know.

To be clear: these are not the only things that happen to your character during this plot drop and you are more than welcome to cook up your own trouble.

1. IRA EVANS talks BIRDIE MENDOZA into taking five shots in under ten minutes. Now, it’s up to IRA EVANS to lug BIRDIE MENDOZA to each location on the bar crawl. Good luck—we hear they’re sloppy.

2. [LINCOLN ROSSI ] is having trouble finding their way out of the parking garage when they find [ CHARACTER D ] drunkenly screaming at an intoxicated [ CHARACTER E ]. [ LINCOLN ROSSI ] decides to guide them back to the party before they get lost.

3. [ EDIE JAMES ] accidentally drops a ten instead of a one into the tip jar while watching a street act. They awkwardly remove the tip but later get mugged by [ CHARACTER G ] and [ CHARACTER H ] who had watched the whole thing.

4. The Pint is running a promotion that promises six months of free drinks if you can outdrink two other people. [ LAVRENTI VASILE ], [ ANTON VOLKOV ], and [ ATTICUS MERCER ] compete to win, but the competition turns into drunken chaos very quickly.

5. [ VIOLET MADDEN ]is selected to go onstage and perform a duet with [ CHARACTER M ]. They end up sharing a heated moment over the microphone and head to the nearest restroom to talk.

6. [ AUTUMN DAWSON ] accompanies [ MARCEL WALSH] to the craft beer tasting at the zoo. [ MARCEL WALSH ] feeds the goats in the petting area before getting mowed over by it. [ AUTUMN DAWSON ] tries to ward the goat off from the sidelines while [ MARCEL WALSH ] returns to their feet to make their escape.

7. [ OAKLEY BUTLER ] is showing off their artwork at the art walk. [ LEONID 'LEO' VASILE ] buys a piece and tries to scam it a few booths down. [ OAKLEY BUTLER ] busts them after a civilian buys the piece of artwork for triple the price. The confrontation is no bueno.

8. [ DIAMOND WASHINGTON ] has been texting [ CHARACTER S ] the whole entire event thinking it was an [ CHARACTER T ]. [ CHARACTER S & CHARACTER T ] meet up at the rendezvous point and [ DIAMOND WASHINGTON ] must sort this miscommunication out.

9. TYSON KANE uses a random dating app and schedules a blind date with [CHARACTER V].

10. [ CHARACTER W ] ‘accidentally’ sets a booth on fire, and now owes [CHARACTER X] the money for their artwork.

11. [ NADIA JAMES ] crashes into [ MARISSA ATKINSON’s ] car when trying to park. They have an altercation in the parking garage.

12. [ JUNO SONG ] is seen drunkenly trying to serenade the penguin exhibit to Gangsta’s Paradise. [ ADELAIDE HASSAN ] records the whole entire thing for ‘information purposes’ later.

13. [ CHARACTER C1 ] accepts a small baggy containing a questionable substance from [ CHARACTER D1 ]. Later, [ CHARACTER C1] runs into [ CHARACTER D1] completely convinced they are being chased by a murderous peacock. Bougie Thankskilling, anyone?

14. [ ARMANDE IVASHKOV ] & [ CHARACTER F1 ] stand in line to get into Cataleya, while [CHARACTER G1] tries to convince them to smuggle in [ SMALL ANIMAL OF CHARACTER G1’S CHOOSING ].

15. [ EMMA BARTLETT] finds a trashbag full of cash with a note that seems to be in a binary code. [ CHARACTER I1] catches [ EMMA BARTLETT’s] silhouette & comes over to inspect.

16. ROSALIA LEON trying to escape from their date, runs right through the doors of Gentile Fille. They collide with [ CHARACTER K1] that was there for the same reason.

17. [ CHARACTER L1 ] finds themself in a pickle when they end up with the primates. Their panicked whispers gain the attention of [ CHARACTER M1] & [ CHARACTER N1] to help them get out of the exhibit. While the primates descend upon [ CHARACTER L1], Helen Branch Primate House will never be the same. [ CHARACTER N1] stops helping because they’re too busy laughing.

18. [ CHARACTER O1] misses their date’s ass, and smacks [CHARACTER P1’s] ass instead. It causes [ CHARACTER P1] to swing a fist, but they hit [ CHARACTER Q1’s] throat instead causing them to start choking.

19. [ KATERINA VASILE ] is mistaken for [ EMMA WATSON ] by [ CHARACTER S1] that won’t stop bugging them for an autograph.

20. [ RAFAEL GONZALEZ ] hides their weapon(s) before they go into The Pint. [ BARNABY EATON] trips over the weapons and keeps them.

21. [ CHARACTER V1] tries to convince [ CHARACTER W1] that they saw strange lights in the sky. They start arguing if it was helicopter lights or UFO’s.

22. [ SILAS HALE ] mistakes ANAIS "ANNIE" WASHINGTON for someone else, and pulls them into a kiss in front of the crowd at Eden.

23. [ DARREN MURPHY ] grows impatient waiting for their BBQ food order, but doesn’t realize [ ASLI DEMIR ] hijacked the food truck.

24. [CHARACTER B2] drunkenly loses a fight with a street performer. [ CALLUM JAMES ], who witnessed the scrap, helps [CHARACTER B2] to the nearest first aid kit.

25.[ JOSIE LEON] drunkenly confesses their love for One Direction, however [ EZRA WASHINGTON ] misinterprets it as a confession of love for them.

26. [ FOREST DUNCAN ] decides the End-of-Summer Festival is missing some pyrotechnics. They shoot off fireworks in the center of a small crowd and start a fire. [ CAIOLAINN 'CALLIE' WALSH ] is the only one who stays to help them stamp it out.

27. [ ROSALIE "ROSIE" HALLIDAY ] is sitting at a booth being drawn, and [ JESSE VALENCIA ] pays the artist to mess up the self portrait. However, the artist ends up drawing them BOTH together in a romantic position.

28. [ GWENDOLYN "GWEN" ARNOLDS ] is probably the only poor sober soul, and they use this to charge [ JACKSON MARSTON ] to be their DD. However, they both witness when [ GWENDOLYN "GWEN" ARNOLDS’s] car is towed away for parking in the wrong spot.

29. A discounted tattoo shop sits along the art walk and is charging only $20 for a small tattoo. [ ANDREA 'ANDY'PEREZ ] says they’ll pay for it—and dinner—if [ DARCY FAUST ] lets them choose the tattoo. [ DARCY FAUST ] agrees but is horrified to find [ UP TO PLAYER DISCRETION ] permanently engraved on their skin.

30. [ OLIVIA MADDEN ] notices an odd tattoo that glows on someone’s forearm. Several straight lines? Before they can inquire about it, [ CHARACTER O2 ] tackle them mistaking them for being a thief.

31. [ DANICA SINCLAIR ] wins a dancing contest against [ UDORN “YURI” SASIPARN ], but twists their ankle in the process. [ UDORN “YURI” SASIPARN ] agrees to help them along only if they declare them the winner.

32. [ ANTON VOLKOV ] lost a bet with [ KONSTATIN VASILE ] and now wanders the street with a bright pink wig, fishnet stockings, & a clown mask.

33. [ VICTOR 'VIC' VOLKOV ] strikes a conversation with [ IGOR VASILE ] over a piece of artwork. [ VICTOR 'VIC' VOLKOV ] buys the artwork only to find out it was counterfeit from the Art Museum. [ IGOR VASILE ] ends up purchasing the real one. They start to argue which one is the real one.

34. [ CHARLOTTE "CHARLIE" ARDEN] is running a booth at the flea market and notices [ CHARACTER W2 ] pocket something from an adjacent vendor. [ CHARLOTTE "CHARLIE" ARDEN ] promises not to squeal if [ CHARACTER W2 ] works with them at the booth for an hour.

35. [ JESSIKA DELMONICO] & [ KELLEN WASHINGTON ] break out into a paint fight at an abandoned art booth. [ JESSIKA DELMONICO ] is splashed with a neon green paint in the face. [ KELLEN WASHINGTON ] tries to run away, but not before [ CHARACTER X2 ] splashes their back with a brown paint. Did they shit themselves??

36. [ CHARACTER Z2 ] ducks out of the way from a flying object that crashes the window of a closed shop. The alarms start to blare, and before [ CHARACTER Z2 ] can leave the scene they see [ CHARACTER A3 ] about to launch something else.

37. [ TALIA ARSLAN ] eats a bad hot dog from a food truck, and [ DANICA SINCLAIR ] helps them to the nearest bar for a bathroom and a cool drink. [ TALIA ARSLAN ] talks [ DANICA SINCLAIR ] into doing shots when they’re feeling better.

38. [ LEV VASILE ] takes a few healthy tokes of the joint they’ve been saving for an occasion, and [ GENEVIEVE BISSET ] asks if they’re willing to share. They both light up and head on a self-guided tour to the food trucks.

39. [ CHARACTER F3 ] and [ CHARACTER G3 ] get into an argument with [ MATHIAS ATTANO ] after they lose at a drinking game for the third time in a row. [ MATHIAS ATTANO ] has been cheating the whole time and now has to lose [ CHARACTER F3 ] and [ CHARACTER G3 ] in the crowd.

#crimson.event #drugs tw #clown tw

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communistkenobi-archive · 4 years

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old grounds

a post-canon fic set ~10 years after episode 4, where din returns to sorgan. this is still very much a work in progress, but im uploading the first part in lieu of updating bwsh because a number of people have messaged me about it and the next chapter isnt done yet im sorry!!!!!!!!!

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Darvish clicked her tongue as she appraised the krill-laden wagon, her head tilting to the side. “That’s a lot.”

“It’s exactly what you asked for,” Winta reminded her, not impatiently but also making sure her words were not up for debate. “Down to the tail.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” The proprietor’s hands went to her pockets, digging around for something. Winta hoped it wasn’t money—there was no way she was carrying around enough change in her apron to pay for this harvest.

Thankfully, Darvish pulled out a small comm instead, expanding it in her hand and frowning down at it critically. Winta tried to read the words upside down, and caught enough to know that it was a supply manifest.

“.... have to move around the….” Darvish muttered to herself, tapping at the screen. “Yeah, okay.”

“We’re good?”

“Yeah, kid, we’re good.” She shoved the comm back into her apron. “Just didn’t expect you to come by until the end of the week.”

“I finished packing early,” Winta said offhandedly, watching one of Darvish’s patrons wobble a little too close to the wagon for comfort. She thought it was far too early in the day to be drunk enough to puke on a stranger’s wagon, but Winta had never enjoyed spotchka much in the first place.

When the patron ambled past, Winta nodded to Darvish. “Open up the cellar,” she told the woman. “I’ll start loading in.”

“I’ll send Tashir out to help you,” Darvish said, patting Winta’s arm in a motherly gesture before walking back towards the rear kitchen doors of the common house.

It was good weather for hauling baskets of krill into a dingy cellar, Winta thought. The last time she’d come to the common house it had been pouring rain, and Darvish had angled a small discount out of that for having her stock soaked through. It was part of why Winta had come early, not wanting to get burned again.

She kept an eye on Tashir while they unloaded the wagon. He was a hard worker, but he also enjoyed sampling whatever it was that traders brought in to sell. Raw krill meat wasn’t particularly enticing to most people, but Tashir wasn’t most people. Still, they got everything unpacked in a decent amount of time, and Winta was looking forward to the free drink Darvish always offered her before she left for home.

She locked up the wagon and headed into the common house once the cellar was closed up, making a beeline for the bar. It thankfully wasn’t busy inside, and the din of murmuring patrons was a pleasant white noise as opposed to an oppressive racket for once.

“You’re quite the powerhouse today,” Darvish mused as Winta hopped up onto a barstool. The proprietor slid her a full mug along with a coin purse that Winta shoved into her jacket pocket. She’d count it later, but for now, she would enjoy her drink. “Thought you two would be at it another hour.”

She shrugged as she drank from the mug. “You’ve got a good set-up.”

“Ha! More like I’m light on stores. People are getting more stingy with their deliveries these days—you ever notice that? Not you lot though,” she added with a wink. “Can always trust a krill farmer, my dad used to say.”

Winta was positive her father never said such a thing, but she smiled and nodded along anyway. Darvish mercifully stopped badgering her after that, pulled away by the demands of other customers.

In the ensuing peace and quiet, Winta took the time to look around the common house. Half the reason she ever travelled into town was in search of new people—new bodies in need of work, new tourists to scam into paying above market price for spotchka, and most importantly, fellow tradesmen looking to sell off their stock. The list of things they needed back at the village had taken up permanent residence in her back pocket, and the days where she got to cross one of the items off that list was a good day indeed.

Today didn’t appear to be that kind of day, however. The other people in the bar looked mostly limited to regulars, locals, and a few random stragglers. Sorgan was a good place to hide for people who didn’t want to be found, and while there weren’t a lot of reasons to come to Sorgan on its own merit, there were a lot of reasons why a person might hide out here.

Spotting no one of interest, Winta quickly finished up her drink and counted out the money Darvish had handed her. When she confirmed everything was accounted for, she hopped off the stool and shoved her mug towards the interior of the bar.

“Heading out already?” Darvish asked, walking over with a plate in hand. “Don’t want another?”

“I gotta head back,” Winta said, feigning regret. “Maybe next time.”

“Ah, you always say that.” Darvish tossed the mug behind her into a massive tub of what Winta hoped was soapy water, then nodded to her. “Safe travels, kid.”

She was about to turn away when she happened to catch sight of the meal Darvish was carrying. “Wait,” she said, and the proprietor stopped. “What is that?”

“Uh, mashed up krill,” she replied, frowning at the food. “Not very glamorous, I know. But it’s from your stores—couldn’t be fresher. You wanna try? I’ll give you a discount.”

“No, I—” She shook her head. Stupid, it was stupid. She shouldn’t ask. “Did you remove the gills?”

“Yeah,” Darvish replied in a mystified tone, raising her brows. “Guy asked for them to be removed. I told him, I said, ‘sir, those are the best part of this little animal’, but he wasn’t having none of it.”

“Right.” Winta looked around the common house. She should not be excited right now. It was stupid, so stupid. It was nothing, and it was stupid. She would’ve seen them before—there was no way in hell she would’ve missed them—it wasn’t them, and this was stupid.

“Anyway, best not be late with food,” Darvish said, though she barely heard her. Instead, she tracked the proprietor’s path across the common house to a small table in the back corner of the bar. The man sitting there was not familiar, but the peculiar little boy beside him was, and for a moment she could not breathe.

—

Her approach was cautious, tentative, and everything else she could not bear, because the little boy—Fuzzy, her little Fuzzy—was sitting beside a man she thought she did not know. But it couldn’t be anybody other than him, because no one knew that Fuzzy liked to eat krill like that besides her and—

But it’d been years. A decade—more than that. There were a lot of things that could’ve happened, including the Mandalorian dying. That seemed much more likely than him sitting in the bar without his armour, his beskar—his helmet. The man at the table could be a travelling mercenary, a kidnapper, a thief.

So Winta approached cautiously.

He caught sight of her several feet away, his eyes turning from the boy to her. His head was covered by a loose, crimson-coloured hood that collected as a collar around his neck, but she could see swipes of deep brown hair peeking out from the edges, and his face was covered in patchy facial hair that was somehow charming. It was nothing like she’d pictured him, but the memory of that imagination faded away almost as immediately as reality took hold. It was such an easy thing to accept that she barely noticed the transition.

If it really was him. If.

Her suspicions were confirmed a moment later when she caught his gaze and saw it fill with recognition. There was a flash of uncertainty as he considered her for a brief moment before they widened, and he opened his mouth to speak.

“Verd’ika.”

It was a whisper, quickly drowned out by the noise of the bar, but it was the loudest thing in Winta’s ears, a banging like drums.

Little soldier. But she was not little anymore.

“Su cuy’gar,” she replied stupidly, but there was nothing else she could think of. What could she possibly say?

He stood up at the greeting, his knuckles whitening where he gripped the table. She wasn’t sure when Fuzzy had begun staring at her, but he hadn’t made a peep—not even a babble. It was so unlike him that she thought for a very, very brief moment that she was talking to a stranger, a man who happened to know Mando’a that travelled with a child just like Fuzzy.

Then she looked back at the Mandalorian, and knew that she was not mistaken. A man that had enjoyed hiding himself from the world his entire life could not help but speak with his face, and his eyes were full of questions of home.

She swallowed, realising that neither of them had spoken and that their staring might come off as hostile to the other patrons of the common house, so she walked up to their table. It was difficult to speak around the spiky lump that had formed in her throat, but she managed. “Can I sit?” she whispered, gesturing to one of the chairs.

“Of course,” he said, just as hoarsely, and sank back down to his seat.

Winta pulled it out from the table and sat down, her eyes darting back and forth from him to the kid. She reminded herself to breathe as she sunk into the chair, and gripped the edge of the table so that her hands wouldn’t shake.

Eventually she settled on watching Fuzzy. He was eating the meal that Darvish had set down in front of him, making small noises of contentment like nothing out of the ordinary was happening. She wondered if he remembered her at all—she wondered if he cared.

“He hasn’t changed,” she whispered. It was impossible to speak any louder.

“I know,” the Mandalorian said quietly, and she saw him lean against the table in her periphery. With considerable effort, she tore her gaze away from the baby to look up at him. She had no template to compare him to now that he was no longer in armour, but he looked old, older than she was sure he’d looked before. Hints of silver stubble glinted on his face where the sunlight caught on him, and deep crow’s feet pulled at the skin around his eyes. His voice sounded different, too—softer, the tone pitched higher without the modulation of his helmet. Or perhaps, too, that was with age.

“But you have,” she surmised.

“So have you,” he replied, his mouth tugging up faintly.

She smiled back. “Yeah.”

With the same careful caution, she extended a hand out towards the kid, offering it palm up. He looked up from his meal, his eyes going to her hand before tracking up her arm and meeting her gaze directly. Pressure built in her temples and her throat stung as she stared into his wide, pitch-black eyes that observed her as curiously as he would a pond frog. When he reached out and grabbed one of her fingers, her vision blurred and she bit the inside of her mouth to keep down a sob.

“Oh,” she breathed, and reached out for him, pulling him out of his chair. “Oh, Fuzzy.”

Winta wasn’t sure if it was possible to black out while sitting upright, but she did not register the space between lifting him up and tucking him at her side. Fuzzy sat comfortably in her arms, staring up at her and reaching for her hair. She knew she was crying properly now because his little jumper had tiny wet ovals peppered across the front, and when she blinked, his face became a blur again.

The kid seemed not to notice her reaction. He was cooing and grasping and behaving exactly as she’d remembered, down to the atom. It was even as if the fuzz covering his ears and head had not grown; as if they were the same small white hairs she used to smooth back every morning years before. She ran a thumb across his head now, and bit her lip at how completely identical it felt on her skin.

“How’d—” She swallowed and looked up, taking the Mandalorian in again. The difference was even more stark now. He was smaller than she remembered, especially around the shoulders. His armour had made him seem impossibly broad, but perhaps that was only because she’d been nine the last time she’d seen him. “How did you—how? How are you back here?”

“Took care of what I needed to,” he said, as if that covered it.

“And that’s it?” she asked. “He’s safe now?”

The Mandalorian only nodded, and the hood covering his head rustled faintly. She’d been too young to appreciate how patient her mother must have been with him, to endure conversation with a man who—

Her mother.

Winta’s eyes narrowed. “Why are you here?”

His jaw worked. “You wanted us to come back.”

She felt tears collect at the corner of her eyes, now in betrayal. “That’s not the reason.”

Predictably, he said nothing.

She wasn’t sure how long she sat there holding Fuzzy, watching him watch her. She pulled his plate close and fed him his meal of mushed krill, let him pull on her hair and babble nothing to her, and all the while the Mandalorian was silent. He had no meal or drink of his own, so he simply sat there, waiting. If she hadn’t been holding a baby, then perhaps she would’ve caused a scene. Perhaps she still would.

“I have to get back to the village,” she finally said, and he looked up from the table. His eyes looked even darker than the child’s—they might’ve even been black. “It’s a long ride.”

He nodded, his eyes darting down to Fuzzy as he worked through whatever he was working through in his head. “Are you taking him?” he asked. She could hear the defensiveness in his voice; it was as much a question as it was a challenge, and she knew better than to dismiss it as an idle threat.

“Are you coming?” she countered.

Winta wasn’t even sure what her bargaining chip was. There was little else in this world she wanted more than to continue holding the baby in her arms, but she was not the only person worth considering.

“I have nowhere else to go,” he replied then, so softly she barely heard it.

#the mandalorian #din djarin #winta #baby yoda #my stuff #my writing #bwsh #shjksd;hfg sorry im working on it still i swear!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#school is preventing me from focusing on it properly #but i feel super guilty so here is.............. this

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All the questions for modern setting HCs (bonus if any includes Hanryou or Shinjiro in any ways :PP)

☯ More Modern Setting Headcanon Questions ║ @kathexismania ☯

1. What’s their preferred takeout? What’s their order, and how common is takeout for them?

Ryou will always prefer the homemade meals, but he doesn’t mind to consume some fastfood from time to time when it comes to his s/o if they have such a habit (even tho he's gentle to occasionally nag them about that, Hanzo being a primal example). Excluding joint orders (which he isn’t much picky about and having ‘as long as it’s not too spicy’ attitude towards), his own usually consists only of some kind of hot beverage - tea is obviously being favoured, but he also doesn’t mind some Starbucks at times once being in need of extra energy.

2. How does their day-to-day outfit look like in various seasons ( if applicable )? Do they use makeup or hair styling products?

Plain t-shirt/turtleneck, sand colored jeans and brown leather jacket will be his most preferable casual outfit combo as long as there’s not too cold/hot (aka mostly spring and autumn). In relation to chill winter days/winter in gerenal, beanie and arctic parka along with the neutral colored sweaters are the most frequent additions, while in summer he’s more prone to wear simple shirts and cotton made trousers. When it comes to makeup or hair styling products, Ryou isn’t prone to use them, at least in relation to his daily life.

3. Order of preference for the following: bikes, public transport, rideshares, taxis, their own motor vehicle.

His own motor vehicle / vehicle shared with s/o, bikes, taxis, public transport and rideshares.

4. How does their drug / nicotine / alcohol use differ from their canon verse?

Ryou doesn’t mind the alcohol being shared with close to him persona regardless of the verse, but it’s evident he’s more open towards its use in modern setting (even tho he still favors private drinking to public one cos of his own reasons), especially if being in relations with Hanzo. He’s mostly neutral towards any smoking products despite forbitting oneself from this habit, while the very subject of drugs will obviously be the reason for his negative reaction.

5. Sounds of traffic, billboards, light-up company logos, crowds, other big city things—yay or nay? Which ones?

Neither, for the big city living can be rather overwhelming and exhausting for his keen senses despite him having rather neutral relations with it (although Ryou has his own means of rest from it once it’s wearing him out, e.g. visits to familial residence).

6. Most frequented public spaces during their free time?

Depends, but it will be mostly the locations he frequently visits along with his s/o (e.g. Hanzo’s favorite rundown bar or the city outskirts they use for their personal motoraces). Aside of that, Ryou favors public spaces that provide pleasant quietness and/or tamed nature, yet he isn’t much often to visit them due to his tight work schedule.

7. What’s their coffee shop order, dine-out order, ice cream sundae order?

As mentioned above, he isn’t picky (except for spicy things) / doesn’t have the established one due to his preference towards the homemade food and beverages.

8. How does their flat or house look like? How was it / is being paid?

Not too large but clean and rather sunny apartments consisting of living room, bedroom, bathroom and kitchen and well-hidden cache + the interior represents a mix in-between of modern Japanese and western features, tho the first is way more prevalent. It also fully belongs to him rather than being rented as he has enough wealth at his disposal to have his own personal residence (probably even more than one).

9. At this point in time would they fall for updog? Rickroll? The onion? Are they annoyed by them? Do they pass them along?

He isn’t that much interested in the meme culture in general, but I believe he'd be mostly neutral towards the updog kind of joke (even laugh in reaction at his own possible initial and only fall for it) without passing them along.

10. How’s their internet usage? What sites, how much, how good are they at identifying scams?

Oddly enough (at least, it can seem odd if you aren’t aware about his inital profession), but Ryou is quite skilled when it comes to the internet usage, up to the point he has more than enough knowledge about how to connect and use the dark web. The reasons he appeals to it are mostly practical than entertaining ones (e.g. the search of information or occasional online shopping) + he tries to be quite careful about his online activity both on phone and PC.

11. Where do they shop? Where would they like to, if comfort, location, or price tag weren’t the issue?

Mostly at the supermarket rather close to his home, though the occassional online orders are also the thing. Generally speaking, Ryou doesn’t have any issues when it comes to the shopping, due to the facts he’s mostly content with the provided at shop assortment, able to drive to another place where he knows he can find the certain product or might use the network for any specific purchases.

12. In the world of fast mass production, what would they / do they still specifically order custom or commission?

His motorbike helmet was the custom order + he has his own, custom assortment of tea he occassionally buys + it would likely be a very specific present for his s/o (Birthday, anniversary one, etc.). In case where he’s married to Hanzo, both the engagement ring Ryou had for him and their wedding bands were also the custom-made (this will also apply to Shinjiro as they will progress in their relationships from boyfriends to husbands).

13. Do they follow influencers? Drama? Celebrities?

Nah, he isn’t fond of such practice (and influental people in gerenal, esp politicians he knows can be incredibly corrupt) and doesn’t have time for it, aside of the occasional observation of their possible criminal activity.

14. Buying, streaming, or piracy?

Buying, for his financial status allows it fully.

15. What’s their five-year-plan in the modern verse, and what are they wildest dreams for the next five years, regardless if they find them plausible or not?

He doesn’t plan things that far, but in general? Survive. Not perishing himself, keeping Hanzo/Shinjiro in relative safety, not letting his patients/fellow squadron members die, etc. His dreams will always include him and his partner having the peaceful content life, but due to both his lifestory and profession this doesn’t seem to be possible for him, at least in a long run.

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"This Is Your Proof That I'm Not!"

Double Episode Catch-Up

Monday 8th March - Tuesday 9th March 2021

Hello everyone! Hope your week is going well so far, once again this is going to be a double episode post. Hopefully by the end of the week I'll be completely caught up to date, I realise there is a lot to get through so I'll jump straight into it.

So the first thing I want to briefly mention is the gorgeous Janet! The young girl is helping her Dad on his stall, I love how energetic and happy she is about helping her Dad. Billy teaching her how to approach their customers was so adorable. No matter what you think of Billy, the one thing he has always been is a supportive Dad of his kids, always making sure he's there for them. As Honey praises her daughter for assisting her Dad, she questions whether Billy would be free to catch up in the week, of course we all know that she's dating Jay now, but poor Billy once again is happy to spend time with his ex-wife, in the hopes of her wanting to rekindle their romance as much as he does. As they begin to make plans for their meet up, a random stranger named "Amelia" approaches Honey from behind, mentioning that she's from a talent scout and claiming that she's found someone who she's really interested in, of course with Honey's past of being model she believes Amelia is asking about her, but interestingly she corrects Honey and points to young Janet, to her parents surprise. Now of course Billy and Honey have always been protective of Janet, but do I remember rightly when I say that Honey took Will to America or somewhere to pursue modelling? Surely it would be really nice for Janet to have her opportunity in the spotlight if she so wishes.

At first Honey isn't too sure whether to let her daughter be exposed to that type of business and work, but during their meeting, Billy reassures her that their daughter is at a decent age now where she can make her own decisions and regardless of her disability, she deserves the best opportunities in life as other kids. With her children's Father being so supportive of their daughter, Honey agrees and allows Janet to go for this opportunity of a life time! But, unfortunately, as soon as Billy recalls about them having a meeting, Honey informs him that she's hoping he would sit down with Jay just for an hour to resolve their differences. Billy is once again crushed and informs his ex-wife that he simply can't just move on from recent events, he treated Jay as his own son, as far as he's concerned, he's betrayed him in the worse possible way that he can't see in ever forgiving. I'm seriously hoping we get to see this storyline play out for Janet, it would be beautiful to see her become a success, but then again, could it be also be a scam where people judge her because of her disability? That would be absolutely heart-breaking and devastating to see, but either way I'm intrigued to see where this story goes for Janet, it's lovely to see her in the spotlight!

Okay so they second thing I'm going to mention is Ash and Peter. As much as I'm loving Kim right now and her new business prospects, I don't know what it is, but I really don't like Peter and Ash together. I don't know whether it's just me or other people feel the same way, I just don't like it, I can't really explain why. I don't like Peter, I think the way he's treated his brother since his return has been disgusting, especially considering the scene where he was basically slagging him off to Ash, poor Bobby heard every word. All Bobby has ever wanted was to make his big brother proud and to be able to build a bond with him. Hearing him state that he's "Strange" and possibly has "Ex girlfriends buried in the garden!" is so cruel! So you can fully understand Bobby's hurt as Ash realises as he's heard every word. Okay, just because I don't like Peter, doesn't mean I don't like Ash. I actually liked the way Ash sat Bobby down and reassured him that one day he will get a girlfriend who will love him for who he his. I also don't like the way Peter thinks he's God's gift to women, he needs to a good slap round the head I reckon and be put in his place! Please tell me I'm not the only one who feels this way?!

After the success of getting Lola and Isaac together, it looks as if Kim has eyes on Peter and Ash as her next clients. As Peter and Ash return home from a day out at a waterpark, Peter is visibly soaked through, with enormous amount of flirtation going on, Peter decides once again to strip, completely unaware the Suki is still in the house. To be honest, Suki catching him stripping made me laugh out loud! "HA!" Obviously he was left feeling completely embarrassed and awkward, serves him right to think he can win any woman he wants! He quickly makes a sharp exit! Later on, Kim finds Ash at the Prince Albert and they begin to discuss the possibility of them becoming a couple, Ash confides in Kim that she can't understand why Peter fled in such a hurry, other than being caught by her Mum. Kim seems to suggest that perhaps Peter is just shy, but we all know that isn't true. However, in the meantime, Peter finds his way back to the Panesar's place of work to confront Suki. He seems pretty desperate to get together with Ash, but most of you will remember that Peter and Suki did have a one night stand not too long ago, his visit is to simply ask her if she'll keep quiet about their encounter. To be honest, is it crazy to say that I'm liking Suki more than Peter right now? She informs her one night stand that the thing that is most important to her is her children's happiness, so why would she stand in the way of that? (Erm, can I just mention Jags?! Thank you!) She confirms to Peter that she will keep quiet.

Returning to the club, Kim and Ash are still discussing the possibility of Ash and Peter becoming a proper couple, suddenly Peter appears after his confrontation with Suki and apologises to Ash for running out so quickly. He proposes going out for another date, which she softly responds by planting a kiss on Peter, not being aware that Iqra is watching everything unfold from across the room. As Kim is excited to see another match she's brought together, she notices Iqra and her upset and decides to console her. I guess you could say it's fair to say that Ash has moved on pretty quickly, but for Iqra - not so much. Kim takes it upon herself to once again try and match Iqra with someone else to cheer her up, but Iqra simply states that she's not interested in another relationship right now, but a face we haven't seen for a while - Mila, arrives for her shift at the bar and once again, there is small spark building between the two girls. What do you think, would you like to see Iqra get together with Mila? I personally think they'd make a lovely couple, and I'm really hoping Iqra will take that jump and move on from Ash to build a relationship with Mila.

Okay, so I have a very important question: What is going on with Chelsea?! Does anyone else understand what's going on with her? I get that she's got herself in so deep with this Caleb and she's fretting about going to the police or her life being jeopardy, but the way she's acting is just completely out of character, they've not just changed the image of Chelsea, but her personality too. I guess it's fair to say that character has been through a lot since she left the Square. After trying to blackmail Jack and coax him into sleeping with her, Jack does the decent thing and tells Denise everything. Understandably, Denise is incredibly hurt by her daughter's advances towards her partner, but Chelsea shows no shame, trying to explain to her Mum that she wouldn't have slept with him and was only trying to blackmail him to make sure Jack would keep quite and not tell the police about their situation.

But when Lucas hears about his daughter's behaviour from Denise, he tries to confront Chelsea, trying to get to the bottom of why she's acting out of the ordinary. As Lucas tries to understand his daughter and try and help her to keep positive, she does get a little emotional, claiming she's completely ashamed of her actions and was only trying to sort out the problem her parents had caused, BUT the second Lucas leaves her to be on her own, she dries her tears away and continues the drink her drink as if she doesn't care about what she's tried to do. It looks as if as far as she's concerned, she's looking out for number one, not any members of her family who could be caught in the firing line. Later on, on the Square, Lucas then witnesses Chelsea chasing after Jack, demanding to know whether he's going to go to the police or not after what he's learned, but when Jack warns her to stay away she turns in the most horrendous way, claiming that if she went through with wanting to sleep with him, he wouldn't have been able to say "No" to her! As Lucas witnesses everything, he's disgusted with his daughter. Chelsea really doesn't care anymore, all she's really bothered about is getting this job sorted as soon as possible, without any interference from her family or the police. I mean, if she was scared for her life then maybe, yes, I could understand her lashing out, but something tells me there is more going on. Has spending her time with Caleb taken it's toll on her?

Also, I know it was only a very small part of the episode, but I have to mention the first meeting between Lucas and Karen! I absolutely love Karen's first glimpse of Lucas, clearly she's besotted with him! But of course, she has no idea about his history on the Square, for all she knows, he's a brand new neighbour. I love how she was forward about seeing him again after doing his dry cleaning for him free of charge. Only the first red flag to fly was Lucas introducing himself with the wrong name, naming himself after his deceased son, "Jordan"! As much as I love Karen, she needs to be super careful, but of course - how is she going to be when she knows nothing of his past? None of her family do either to be fair, let's hope someone will be able to give her an insight into who she's dating before it's too late! But if Lucas is a changed man as he says he is, why would he give her a false name? Maybe to hide his true identity because he'd feel ashamed if she was to find out the truth? Who knows?

Right, so the last thing I have to mention is Stacey, Ruby and Martin. Ruby continues to grieve for her lost baby, of course it's the most devastating and heart-breaking thing any parent has to go through, every day where she doesn't have a child is going to be a struggle, but she informs her husband that she simply just wants to move on. Martin happens to mention that he has to pick up his daughter Hope from nursery, but interestingly Ruby offers to pick up his daughter. Now I have to mention how such a sweet little girl Hope is, she is so adorable, but it's quite sad to see how Ruby is such a natural with her, it's quite sad that she's missed the opportunity of doing the same things with her own child. Am I hearing things right or did little Hope accidentally call Ruby, "Mummy"?! If so, then that must've caught her completely off guard, of course little Hope hasn't realised the extent of her calling Ruby, Mummy, she's just a small innocent kid who has no idea what Ruby has gone through.

The moment which really moved me though, was when Martin showed his wife the memorial he had created for their lost child. Informing to meet him at the Arches, Ruby goes feeling a little bit anxious and/or suspicious on why her husband wanted her to meet him there. But then he shows her a beautiful memorial set out with stones, flowers, beautiful plants for them to visit to remember their lost baby. Showing her that she can write little messages on the stones, he writes his own message, claiming that their child would've been a football fan and support a specific football team. Ruby is completely touched by Martin's beautiful gesture and hard work, she voices that she felt she had a strong feeling that their child was a girl and writes down on a stone the name she had in mind for their baby daughter, "Lulu!" - which, to be fair, is a gorgeous name! I really felt this scene really touched me and reflected perfectly on how parents cope after losing a baby.

However, as the day carries on and the couple return home, Ruby notices Stacey with her children on the Square and it seems as if something has bean eating her up inside for so long, she can no longer stand and watch while Stacey is on the Square with her children. Asking whether Martin would do anything to support her in her time of grief, he reassures her that he would. But then they take a visit to Stacey, even though she's thankful to Ruby for picking up her daughter, Martin informs her that she'll probably have to get the children away pretty early in the morning, revealing the blow that she'll be getting a visit from the police. Of course Stacey is completely stunned to hear that it was actually Martin who had called the police on her, as she actually hadn't done anything wrong.

As she takes in the news, the next day as expected the police come knocking for her, as she's wanted for questioning about an assault. But of course we all know she never actually touched Ruby during their row, Ruby did in fact slip, the fall was completely an accident. While at the station, Stacey informs the police about everything that happened on that day, yes the did argue but Stacey never touched her, as she tried to walk away from the confrontation, Ruby followed her up the stairs, tripping on the stairs as she did. The only thing that could back up Stacey's story is if the police manage to get their hands on the CCTV. Eventually let her go, but on her way back to the Square, Stacey once again bumps into Ruby and Martin claiming the police are going to be searching the club for CCTV of the staircase of the club which should prove her innocence. However, Ruby seems to think that there is no CCTV as it's been dodgy for months, but then Martin happens to mention that he got it fixed without her knowledge and it's been working fine the past few weeks, this sends Ruby into a blind panic, she knows full well that Stacey didn't touch her and knows that if the police were to find the CCTV, she'd be proved as a liar!

Returning home, she pleads for Martin to go and fetch her a hot chocolate with all the works from the Cafe, and trying to be the caring and doting husband, Martin does as she requests. Only once he's left the house, she quickly rushes to the club to search for the CCTV footage. Clear as day one camera shows that Stacey did not touch her and the fall was completely an accident on Ruby's part, she had simply tripped as she hurried up the stairs. However, as the police knock on the office door, Ruby quickly deletes the footage!!!! Ooooo she really is wanting revenge on Stacey isn't she? For what though? For stealing her money all that time ago? Or is she simply just jealous? Ruby eventually allows the police to come in and check the CCTV, to their shock they find another clip from the staircase, from a completely different angle than the clip that Ruby deleted. Unfortunately, from the angle of this specific clip, it looks as if Stacey had swiped her arm, causing Ruby to lose her balance and fall backwards down the stairs, which is incredibly unfair to Stacey as we all know she's completely innocent! As the police show Ruby this footage, Ruby is left feeling completely smug!!

Ooooo things really aren't going to be looking good for Stacey, I have heard a rumour that Stacey could potentially lose custody of her children and they'll end up being in Martin and Ruby's care. Is that something that Ruby has been wanting? If so, she would have succeeded in taking everything from Stacey, her husband and then her children! Lacey Turner is due to go on maternity leave, so I believe that Stacey going to prison for assault could be the start of Lacey's temporary departure. What do you guys think? Will Ruby's lies eventually catch up with her?! Or will she end up getting away with it?! Either way I'm really looking forward to seeing this story unravel! Thank you all for taking your time to read this post, I realise it's quite long but I really appreciate all of your support! It means the world! Thank you again everyone! Love you all xXx

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idk if you've done 31. speedingbullet before but oh man, that would be such a wholesome blessing ♡

missed the festival in town this year unfortunately bc travel reasons, time to live vicariously through these fictional 60s/70s gays again. (warnings for sappy, mentions of vomit in goof contexts, mentions of weed because im a creature, food)

31.) “Can I kiss you?”

One of these days, he’d figure out how to get Sniper out of his shell. He was sure of it.

He’d tried just about everything he could think of. He’d invited Sniper to the movies, to tag along to help with a shopping run, out to eat at three kinds of restaurants for lunch and two for dinner. Hell, he’d ended up roping Sniper into a double date, himself set up with a fiery-tempered girl who’d dumped a drink on his head and then written her number on his arm, Sniper with the tag-along friend who apparently needed to get out more. The date hadn’t gotten much of anywhere, the girl and him half-arguing the whole time and Sniper and the other girl staring at their plates and hardly even chiming in when invited. It had taken a bit of pestering to get Sniper to go out again after that.

He dragged Sniper to team meals, to bars, to clubs, to casinos. To a museum, to the farmer’s market, to a flea market. And each and every time he brought Sniper somewhere, the man ended up pacing along beside Scout, hands in his pockets, quietly chiding him when he got argumentative with civilians and quietly laughing at him when his bad luck had him making a fool of himself.

He just wouldn’t open up. Scout told him story after story, showed him all his own interests, presented every kind of joke he could think of, and the guy wouldn’t budge. Wouldn’t start telling his own jokes, wouldn’t start telling his own stories. Wouldn’t commentate on the things around them unless directly asked, and never once suggested where they should go next.

If Scout didn’t like a challenge so much, he would’ve ripped his own damn hair out.

The fair was his last resort. If he couldn’t get Sniper to open up somehow with the excitement and variety and overall greatness of an entire fair, then he was denouncing the man as a robot who did not feel things or have real emotions and turning him over to Engie for further study.

This was the middle day of the fair, meaning it was straight up bustling. Every stand had at least two people at it, and all the food booths had lines, and all the rides had even longer lines, and the number of teenagers stood around with each other was downright astronomical. This was a big fair, too, one of those harvest-type once-a-year nothing-else-ever-happens-in-this-state festivals that people would come from all over the place to go to. Engie had a lot to say on those kinds of things, and in fact had been the one to suggest Scout go check it out after hearing about it from some other old person when he was out doing some work-related supply run stuff.

Scout was most excited, as he often was, by the food.

The first thing they did once they got in the place was beeline to the first booth, some caramel corn thing, to get a small bag of it. Sniper commented lightly on his restraint. The second was to go to the next booth, which sold cotton candy. They got one cone to split between them. The third was to go to the next booth, which was one of those fair-specific food trucks. Sniper was starting to catch on.

“Aren’t these… well, the same sorts of food you can just find in a city somewhere?” Sniper asked, voice lowered so that only Scout could hear him.

Scout put on his best expression of complete shock and offense. “What! No, it’s totally different! The hell you talkin’ about? Fair food is awesome!”

“I mean… I’m not so sure, mate,” Sniper said carefully, glancing over the colorfully-painted sign.

“I—okay, hold on,” Scout instructed, and turned to pay as he was handed his latest portion of food, the Bucket ‘O Fries. “I mean, c’mon, check this out! It’s a bucket of french fries, what’s to dislike?”

Sniper looked at him blankly as they walked away from the food truck. Scout breathed in and began to elaborate.

“I mean, okay, the quality of the fries? Not great. I’ll admit, they’re fuckin’ shit, garbage oil sticks, and they’re also just straight up delicious. They’re the best trash. They’re the truck stop diner bacon of french fries. They’re tasty nightmares. I’m literally gonna like, sweat oil and salt after eating these, and it’s absolutely worth it. You can’t get this specific brand of perfect awfulness anywhere but at a fair. And, and? It’s in a bucket. That’s hilarious. Food in a bucket is awesome. Like, it’s maybe the closest a food place can get to calling its customers animals without making them eat from a trough, and I’m all about it. And you get to keep the bucket. Like, I just have a little plastic trash-lookin’ bucket now. What part of this isn’t objectively the greatest?”

Sniper considered the question. “Well, don’t imagine you’ll be able to eat all those,” he said after thinking about it for a moment. “So, not ideal.”

“Dude, don’t even worry about that. Best part of a carnival like this? They’ve got all this horrible garbage food, and like thirty feet away—“ He stopped in his tracks, and Sniper stopped as well, following his line of sight. “—They have spinny rides that’ll make you puke.”

Sniper was still. Scout watched him, waiting for a reaction. “Rides make you throw up?” he asked after a second.

“If I eat a whole fuckin’ bucket of french fries before I get on, then hell yeah they do,” Scout said cheerfully.

Sniper considered that, or maybe just stared at the ride and all of the screaming and hollering people aboard it.

“How many foods come in a bucket, y’think?” Sniper asked.

“Uh, you got fries,” Scout said, lifting his Bucket ‘O Fries to demonstrate his point. “You got fried chicken. I went to this place once with chicken tenders in a bucket with fries.”

“So just a combination of the first two,” Sniper said.

“Oh my god, what? Dude, no way, fried chicken and chicken tenders are wildly different, you kiddin’ me?” Scout gasped. “Barely the same food group!”

Sniper shifted his feet, still watching the ride. “How’re they different?”

“Don’t even get me started, man,” Scout warned.

“Do you even know the food groups?” Sniper asked next, voice flat in a way that Scout had learned meant Sniper was joking.

“Sniper, as a connoisseur of absolute garbage, you insult me,” Scout deadpanned back. “Let’s take some laps of the games and stuff before we go on the rides, I gotta have time to appreciate these fries before they’re being sent into a trash can.”

Sniper shrugged in agreement, following Scout as he started off towards some of the games.

Scout blew a good twenty dollars on the bottle ring toss game, pleased to hear Sniper chiming in every time he made a particularly bad throw. The next booth over had Scout making a repeat performance with the cane ring toss game, except he did manage to win himself exactly one prize, a sticky hand which only ended up directly in his pocket due to the look of immediate dismay on Sniper’s face when he saw Scout wielding it.

“Hey, if there’s one of those shooting games here, think you’d wanna play it? Show up some people?” Scout asked.

Sniper shook his head. “Mate, even out here in civvies,” he started, plucking at the shoulder of Scout’s civilian t-shirt and the chest of his own choice of clothing, a green-grey button-up, “I imagine an Australian washing out the place and a Boston bloke cheering him on would earn enough looks to get us recognized. Especially since you’ve still got the hat and I’ve the glasses.” He tapped first the bill of Scout’s hat, then the side of his own shades.

“Then we fake some accents,” Scout said cheerfully.

Sniper raised an eyebrow, which Scout had long learned was the closest thing to emoting that Sniper managed most of the time. “As if you know how to fake accents,” Sniper said, a note of disbelief showing through.

“What, you think I don’t?” Scout challenged, bumping elbows with him partially by accident as they needed to squeeze between two gaggles of people.

“Do one, then,” Sniper said simply.

Scout cleared his throat, raising his chin. “Oi, look ‘ere, mind tellin’ me where you might find a hotel ‘round ‘ere?” Scout said in an approximation of a lighthearted British accent.

Sniper stared at him. “The hell’d you learn to do that? That was damn well spot on,” Sniper said, both eyebrows raised now.

Scout kept grinning, ducking ahead for a second to squeeze between two intersecting lines of people. When Sniper caught back up he started explaining. “Me an’ one’a my brothers spent these two summers pullin’ this scam,” he started to explain. “We’d pretend to be tourists in town for tour group stuff, sneak into tour groups around the middle’a the day with these old busted cameras he got off people and fake accents so people thought we were from somewhere else, get into buffets for tour-specific stuff and eat for free and leave again,” he explained. “First summer we did it for like two months straight with different tours, second summer we only made it a month in before we had to cut it out.”

“Why?”

“His ex-girlfriend apparently got a job as a tour guide. That was, uh, the second time I ended up in custody that summer.”

“Hooligan,” Sniper murmured in a way that made Scout unsure if he was being made fun of, scolded, or congratulated.

They ended up at the ball toss at some point, which Scout did end up knocking out of the park a few times until the attendant told him to please move along already, reasoning that they already had a frankly ludicrous number of stuffed animals. Indeed, Sniper was carrying three large ones, and Scout had another one in the arm not carrying assorted food.

“I’m namin’ this guy Cotton Candy,” Scout said matter-of-factly, hefting the blue-pink-and-white rabbit up higher as it started to slip from his grip. “And I’m naming that guy Fry Bucket.”

“Which one?” Sniper asked, glancing between the three stuffed animals in his hand.

“That one,” Scout said, bumping a the yellow-and-purple-and-white-and-black slightly-suspicious-looking cat with his elbow. “Because the colors are bright like the bucket.”

“What about the other two?” Sniper asked.

“Eh, they’re yours, up to you.”

Sniper didn’t speak for a moment, just shifting the stuffed animals a bit. “You sure?”

“Yeah, I don’t got a use for four of these guys,” Scout shrugged. “Already I’m thinkin’ about whether Pyro’s gonna want Fry Bucket or Cotton Candy more.”

“What’s that second name about?” Sniper asked. “Is that a brand?”

“…What?”

“Cotton candy.” Sniper’s accent wrapped around the words strangely. “That a specific kind? The, er, blue-pink stuff?”

“…Of cotton candy?” Scout asked slowly.

“Yeah. It’s fairy floss, so is cotton candy then just a certain—“

“It’s fuckin’ what?” Scout asked, eyes lighting up.

Sniper paused for a few seconds. “…You people made up your own name for somethin’ again, haven’t you?” Sniper asked, sighing.

“Fairy floss? Okay, let’s talk about this. Let’s talk about that name.”

“No, we already did this with the bonnet and hood thing, and the… prawn and shrimp thing. So you people call it cotton candy. Noted. Moving on.”

“So like, the tiny winged girls, fuckin’—so goddamn Tinkerbell, she brushes her teeth, right? And she’s gotta be thorough. Ain’t gonna get no gum disease here in fuckin’ Neverland, no way, no adults here so no dentists so that’d go pretty bad. So she’s gotta floss, right? And she uses a goddamn cloud-lookin’ pillowy thing? It’s fairy floss?”

“I didn’t invent all of Australian slang,” Sniper interjected. “You can’t judge me for my country’s choice in naming things. I can’t help it.”

“It’s cotton candy, man! It’s cotton, like outta some kinda pillow, made with sugar. I don’t get why you would call it somethin’ else.”

“Apparently Ireland and those blokes up there split the difference, called it candy floss,” Sniper added in before Scout could get too carried away.

“It’s still not floss! Couldn’t pick a different one? Called it, what, fairy cotton?”

Sniper’s lip twitched up for a moment. “I’m nearly sure that’s some sort of code word for hooch, mate.”

“What the fuck is hooch? Are you speaking English? Am I in fuckin’ wonderland right now?” Scout asked, downright baffled.

“Hooch. Marijuana, cannabis. Mate, you said you grew up in the city, the hell you mean you don’t know what hooch is?”

“Who the fuck calls it hooch?! Man, I knew that Australia was weird, but seriously, it’s gotta be crazy down there,” Scout laughed.

They continued to wander the fairgrounds for awhile longer, and while Sniper was a bit more talkative than usual, Scout couldn’t be sure it wasn’t his imagination and his quietly trying to prompt Sniper into saying more. Eventually Scout could tell that the fairground was nearing closing time, crowd thinning alongside the various booths starting to close up shop and haul things away and lock stuff up for the night.

“I don’t think we’re gonna get around to that eating a ton of food and throwing up thing,” Scout said, a little bit put out.

“Sounds…” Sniper started to say, and stopped again quickly.

Scout waited. “What? What were you gonna say?”

Sniper hesitated. “I was going to say that it… sounds a bit juvenile, don’t you think?” he said slowly. “Not quite as fun as an adult.”

Scout considered that for a few seconds. “…Yeah. Maybe,” he conceded. “Haven’t done that since I was a teen. Might not be as great anymore.”

Sniper hummed. Scout kept talking, as he was used to.

“I mean, back then stuff was also pretty weird all the time,” he said, fidgeting with the handle on the fry bucket. “There was school, then practice, then I’d go home and have stuff with my brothers goin’ on all the time, some kinda shenanigans to pull. Now it’s just work, then I go do chores, then I’m all tired and don’t wanna do nothin’ except go to sleep, then I go to sleep and it’s the next day and I got work again. If I don’t got chores or whatever it’s fine, but man. When did I get all boring, y’know?”

“I don’t think you’re boring,” Sniper said quietly.

Scout looked at him, but couldn’t quite catch his expression the way he was holding the stuffed animals. “Huh? What’d you say?” he asked, fully aware but giving Sniper a chance to take that back or spin it into a joke the way just about everyone did.

“I don’t… I don’t think you’re boring,” Sniper said again, a bit louder now. “You’re interesting. You’ve got big opinions on just about everything, a million stories, a bunch of secret talents that only ever happen to come up at odd times. And you’ve got a lot of jokes. You’re…”

He trailed for a moment as they passed a small group of teens, chattering and laughing among themselves.

“You’re funny. You’re interesting,” Sniper said simply. “Not boring.”

Scout didn’t fight the smile that pulled at his face. “Well, look who’s gotten sweet all of a sudden,” he marveled aloud. Sniper readjusted the stuffed animals he was holding, bringing them closer to his face. “Well, speakin’ of sweet, want some more fairy floss before that place over there closes?”

Sniper nodded somewhere behind the layers of fluff and foam.

Their last stop was out towards the edge of the fairgrounds, the big ferris wheel they had set up. It was the tallest thing at the fair, no contest, and while it definitely wasn’t the biggest ferris wheel Scout had ever seen, or even been on, it was still surprisingly nice.

“Imagine that’s the sort that they need to break down to transport, rather than just keeping it on a trailer,” Sniper said almost offhandedly, following Scout’s line of sight.

“You know stuff about ferris wheels?” Scout asked, blinking.

Sniper shrugged. “Needed to for a job. Just the basics.”

“Huh. Cool.” Scout continued to look at the wheel. “Hey, I know sometimes they don’t shut those off at night, to like, promote the fair. Think they’ve still got an attendant working?”

“Probably not,” Sniper said, glancing around at the line of closed tents and booths around them.

“Wanna just hop on board?”

Sniper looked at him with a slight head tilt. “Why would we do that?”

Scout grinned. “Hey, we aren’t plannin’ on coming back here tomorrow, might as well make a grand exit and get kicked out,” he reasoned.

Sniper’s head tilted slightly further, almost disapproving. “We’d get arrested. The boss would be furious.”

“Assuming they call the cops and the cops get here before we’re gone. What’re they gonna do, be mad? Call our parents? Give us a stern lecture?” He elbowed Sniper. “Come on, let’s live a little!”

And then Scout was off, headed towards the wheel.

“I didn’t agree to this, technically,” Sniper said, hurrying to follow, voice slightly raised.

“But you’re gonna do it anyways!” Scout chimed.

Sniper did not argue that point.

The security was foolproof. A padlock and chain on a gate that was three feet high and had horizontal bars, as well as another lock on the control panel lever. Scout, known for his ability to jump vertically to well over his standing height, was quiet simply unequipped for such a challenge.

Sniper did have to hand over the stuffed animals before he could hop the gate, but soon Scout was placing Fry Bucket on lever duty and the other three nearby to stand guard, then he and Sniper were clambering into one of the cars and headed up.

It was going fairly slowly, to be fair. It took a solid minute for them to get only a bit above halfway up, and it spun them up backwards, meaning most of the view was obscured.

“Other wheels I went on usually spun the other way,” Scout commented lightly, kicking his feet up despite the slightly awkward angle. “Kept stopping to let people on and off, too. Way smaller, though.”

Sniper hummed. Silence fell.

Not long after they’d reached the apex and started heading back down again, Sniper sighed quietly. “I’m sorry if I got sharp with you,” he apologized, very serious. “I just… crowds aren’t much good to me. Too much noise, too much action. People too close. Gets me on edge.”

Scout was suddenly treated with the memory of just about every outing he’d gone so far as to take Sniper on, almost all of which involved crowds. “What?” he asked, taken aback. He pulled his feet down, sitting up. “Really? Dude, why didn’t you say nothin’? I’ve been takin’ you out to real bustlin’ places for like, two months!”

Sniper made a listless gesture. “Didn’t want to ruin your fun just because I’m a worrywart,” he replied, even quieter now. “And I doubt you’ve got many places you know that don’t involve whole masses of people. It’s your whole element.”

Scout couldn’t really argue with that. “Well, then I would’ve been letting you pick where we hang out,” he said stubbornly.

Sniper’s eyebrows drew together. “What? I thought you just wanted someone to bring with you when you went out,” Sniper said, clearly confused.

Scout blinked. “Dude, no. I’ve just been tryin’ to find a place you’d like to hang out in, see if I could get you to talk about anything. You’re always all quiet, I figured it was because you’re bored.”

“Of course not. Opposite, really. Gets overwhelming, I try my best to shut my mouth and pay attention.”

Scout needed a minute to loop his head around that. “Oh. Huh.” They reached the bottom of the wheel, but neither moved to get up, and they just continued on their steady path up again. “I… shit. Dude, I had no idea. I thought you were just hard to please.”

Sniper shook his head. “No. The places are always nice—this is nice—but I just…”

He trailed off. Scout waited for him to sort through his words.

“I just prefer… things like this,” he decided on. “Instead of noises and movement and close quarters and a hundred food smells.”

Scout’s mind went ahead and dealt with that one for a good minute. “Close quarters,” he repeated. “So this isn’t good either?”

“With other people, other folks,” Sniper clarified. “I’m fine with closed spaces.”

“Well, I’m other folks,” Scout said.

Sniper looked away, off to one side. “Not really,” he said, words almost lost to a breeze that decided to blow by just then. “You’re just Scout. I’m fine with you.”

Quiet again.

They made it to the top of the ride again, and Scout found himself relaxing a little bit. He tilted his head back.

“Can’t see the stars out here so good,” Scout said, looking up at the sky.

“Light pollution,” Sniper murmured in agreement, looking up as well. “I can hardly see any at all.”

“You’ve still got your shades on,” Scout half-laughed.

Sniper reached a hand up as if to push his glasses up his nose, and just kept his hand there on them for a few seconds.

“C’mon, not so many stars, by they’re still good ones,” Scout urged.

Sniper hesitated for a moment before he pulled the shades off, folding them, hanging them on his shirt. His gaze fell down below for a moment, then up to the sky. He had pretty eyes. There were some wrinkles around them, the kind of thing that meant Sniper either laughed a lot, or spent a lot of time in the sun, or a mixture of both. Scout realized he’d probably have his own pretty soon with his lifestyle. He found a lot of things funny.

Sniper briefly glanced at Scout out of the corner of his eye, then back away again.

“You’re staring,” Sniper said quietly, gaze falling to the tents and stands as they started on the inward down curve.

Scout looked away, also out at the area they’d just been in. Only a few places still had lights around them. The area was mostly dark, the tent blockings around them lit mainly by the gently changing lights on their ferris wheel. “You should take your shades off more,” Scout said.

Sniper shifted. “I use ‘em at work,” he replied. “They help me shoot.”

“You weren’t at work today, or any of the other times we went and did stuff,” Scout replied, tipping his head against the back of the seat, rolling his head to look at Sniper. Tiredness was creeping up on him, not in a cranky way, just in a lazy way.

“Why would I take ‘em off?” Sniper asked, not looking at him.

“So I can know where you’re lookin’,” Scout shrugged. “And because you look good, and they hide your face.”

Sniper’s eyes fell to his own knees, which he gripped in both hands. “Maybe that’s the point,” he said, voice rumbling against the lowest volume he could manage.

Scout kept looking at him, then back up at the sky as they made it to the upper half.

“Scout, I have a question,” Sniper said, eyes locked downward.

“Mm,” Scout hummed.

Sniper took a breath, exhaled. Looked over at Scout, made eye contact, maybe for the first time without the barrier of tinted, reflective lenses in the way. “Can I kiss you?”

Scout wasn’t sure what his expression was in the following several moments of silence, but it made Sniper tense, paling under the colorful lights, visibly sinking at roughly the same speed as the car they were in as they passed the apex.

“I’m sorry, I just—“ he started to stammer, backtracking as Scout did his best to mentally try and sort out the can of worms that was just opened. “I thought, we—ferris wheel, you sayin’ that I’m, I’m good looking, and—“

Scout saw the way he was fidgeting, fiddling, hands no longer able to be stuffed in his pockets to prevent it.

“—and you won those stuffed animals for me s’well, and you’ve been taking me to dinner, tryin’ to make me laugh, and—“

He couldn’t quite look at Scout, and maybe he could never quite look at Scout, and maybe that’s why he never took his sunglasses off. Maybe that’d why he kept his hat’s brim low. Maybe that’s why he held things up near his face.

“—and I just assumed, I, I’m sorry, I’m godawful at picking up the clues on that sort of thing, and maybe I just imagined things, I—“

“Do you wanna?”

Sniper’s rambling stammered to a halt. He didn’t look at Scout. “What?”

“Hey. Look at me.” It took a minute, but he did, tipping his head up first, eyes following a second later. Crow’s feet. “Do you wanna kiss me?”

Sniper managed the tiniest of nods.

“Out loud,” Scout added, voice level.

Sniper took a breath. “Yeah. Yeah, I’d like to,” he said.

Scout tilted his head up for a second. They were headed back up and over again. Stars.

“Yeah,” Scout decided. “You can, if you want.”

Sniper had to take a second to process that. But then, slowly, he placed his hand on Scout’s shoulder. He second-guessed himself, hand moving instead to rest on Scout’s cheek, tilting his face only on accident, and then Sniper was kissing him.

It felt nice. Scout reached up slowly so as to keep from scaring Sniper away, an arm wrapping up around his shoulders.

By the time they pulled away, they were at the bottom of the wheel again. Sniper managed to smile at him, so visibly relieved and contented that it almost left Scout reeling, the sudden input of reaction making his head spin.

“You taste like fries,” Sniper informed him quietly.

Scout laughed.

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What if The Clone Wars had an eighth season?

In an alternate reality, George Lucas showed up to a meeting with Disney executives two hours late while drunk, pantsless, brandishing two stolen live pet chickens like Uzis, and covered with mysterious geometric bruises, forever ruining the rapport between the two companies, preventing Disney from purchasing Star Wars.

As a result, the Star Wars: The Clone Wars TV show is not cancelled and I think these are some of the episodes that will be created.

THE FILLER EPISODES

“I don’t care that you fools see me as weak if it means that I will see you drowning in your own arrogance.” The show sort of raises the stakes by having General Grievous be brutally competent in an early episode, but he gets beat as easily as usual in later episodes, so there isn’t much point.

“HOOOOO YEAAAAAAH!” *sound of four Z-6 rotary blasters being fired at once by one man* There’s an episode with absolutely no story or coherence solely focussed on Plo Koon and the 104th and it’s rad as hell.

“I think I’m a bad person if this is what I want.” Katooni and friends try to show off in front of Jedi so that they might be chosen as Padawans, but when they are thrown into a real combat situation, they realize how terrible the war is and give up.

“Relax, friends! Judging by how well things are going, I think that only two of us will die! Pretty good, no?” Obi-Wan returns to his Rako Hardeen persona in order to team up with Hondo and Boba Fett to scam a fortune out of a Hutt crimelord, Grabo the Prosperous, freeing his slaves in the process.

“BUT DESPITE ALL SETBACKS, THE REPUBLIC CONTINUES TO BRAVELY DEFEND- argh! Stop! HELP ME!” The opening bombastic narration of this episode is cut off when the Separatists KIDNAP THE NARRATOR HIMSELF, a Republic newscaster/propagandist and the police of Coruscant have to rescue him. Tan Divo is there, no matter how hard everyone tries to get him to go away.

“Excuse me, sir! I can tell these are not truly Sluissi emeralds from their lack of diffracting lustre! Give me back my credits!” C-3PO and R2-D2 do some mind-numbingly boring errands for Padmé because there has to be at least one per season for some reason.

THE MERCHANDISE-DRIVEN EPISODES

“Oh no. That’s too many wheels.” “WAY too many wheels.” A show producer accidentally puts in an order for many incredibly bizarre clone vehicle toys, and as a last ditch marketing attempt, a funny, heartwarming episode is made starring a new clone, Rotor, who is not a soldier, but he works in weapons and vehicles R&D.

“That’s right, boys. I’m dressed to kill.” Aayla Secura, Adi Gallia, and Shaak Ti infiltrate an elite fashion show disguised as models in order to protect Senator Orn Free Taa, while Aurra Sing, Latts Razzi, and Asaji Ventress, also disguised as models, try to assassinate him.

The cruddy, mediocre Republic Heroes game gets rebooted using the Battlefront engine. Because executives are imbeciles and believe that no human being in existence wants to buy a story-based FPS, an entire 3-parter, starring Cad Bane, is made to promote the game. It’s basically Casablanca with explosions.

“Ha. Ha. Ha. What do you mean by ‘How’re yer shtil alive?’ You imbecile. ‘Hurr how im gonna kill dat shkakoan? Oh im genius put the high presser lovin’ critter in a high presser.’ The best bounty hunter in the galaxy. Incredible.” Cad Bane is doing great, until he finds one of his many enemies, Kul Teska, in his favorite bar, despite having personally killed him years ago. Most of this episode is flashbacks composed of in-engine cutscenes lifted directly from the new game, but the animation is good enough that it’s almost impossible to tell.

“Get out of my way. I can’t shoot through you, nice as that’d be. Why you gotta be so damn huge?” “I was a preposterously fat youngling.” Cad Bane gets a job assassinating Black Sun Vigos for Grabo the Prosperous, the same hutt that got scammed eight episodes ago. Unfortunately, Kul Teska had the same idea and the two of them are forced to work together. Cad Bane hates his life and Kul Teska is mildly amused. This episode is full of crazy action, colorful characters that die after ten seconds of screentime, and petty bantering. Bane finds himself not hating his nemesis as much.

“With luck, I will never see you again.” Grabo doesn’t uphold his end of the deal, so Bane and Teska put their rivalry on hold to scam him a second time before barely escaping with their lives. Cad Bane decides being a misanthrope loner is a waste of time and asks Teska if he wants to continue being a team. Kul Teska reveals that the only reason he agreed to the gig was to make enough money to get a ship to go back to his home planet. And then he leaves forever. Cad Bane spends the last minute of the episode drinking himself into oblivion.

THE PLOT EPISODES: TOO SERIOUS FOR DIALOGUE QUOTES (Come up with your own. I’m out of ideas because the opening paragraph is the most amazing thing I’ll ever write and this post is too long already.)

There’s an episode about Ahsoka dealing with an existential crisis after being abandoned by the Jedi Order. After struggling with her beliefs that only Republic soldiers are allowed to be heroes, her desire to help others is too strong and for the first time on this show, she kills a tyrannical Republic general and allows the droid army to move in because innocent people would be legitimately better off this way.

Narrated from the perspective of Darth Sidious, this episode shows his daily life, switching from persona to persona, thinking about the best way to exterminate an entire race while smiling and shaking their representative’s hand and consoling depressed politicians so they become so overconfident that they get themselves killed. It’s a parody of the Robot chicken parodies, but manages to be utterly terrifying.

It’s Life Day. This episode is a bunch of vignettes about how different people celebrate. The clones scrape together some cash in order to buy a feast at their favorite cantina. Padmé is at a fancy gala but wishes Anakin was there. Cad Bane gets an unmarked crate filled with terrifying custom weapons thrown through his window. There is an underlying plot about the clone troopers investigating the spooky rumors of Order 66.

The first of a 3-parter, Anakin and Obi-Wan are fighting to escape worker drones on Cato Neimoidia and have a disagreement over whether to kill everyone because they are mindless insects, or to spare them. Obi-Wan never allows Anakin’s plans to be put into effect, leading to Anakin becoming more and more frustrated until he deliberately allows Obi-Wan to get shot. Now in charge, he puts his murderous plans in action, which worked extremely well and they escape. Obi-Wan is extremely grateful that Anakin rescued him, completely unaware that he wanted him injured.

Without Obi-Wan to veto his ideas and keep him in check, and Ahsoka to go with his plans so hard that he gets concerned and gives up for her sake, Anakin’s tactics grow more and more brutal, and he gains more and more public adoration for how effective he is. He tries to keep this hidden from Padmé, but she finds out anyway and they have a huge argument ending with Padmé realizing he was like this from the very beginning, from when he first slaughtered the Sand People, and she was too lovestruck to notice.

The first half of this episode is Padmé getting involved in banking intrigues with Rush Clovis yet again to avoid Anakin. The second half is Anakin trying to reconcile with her. The episode ends with them forgiving each other and getting back together, but Anakin is already being torn apart by his feelings of guilt, jealousy, and rage, foreshadowing his complete mistrust of everyone and his fall to the Dark Side in Episode III.

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demon-blood-youths · 6 years

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Send “What Would You Do?” and I generate a number for my muse(s) to react to in a drabble.

Inspired by ABC’s What Would You Do.

Linked to videos for examples.

Imaginary Friend

Mother Verbally Abuses Caregiver

Albino Bullied by Teenagers

Obese Woman Abused By Teens At The Beach

Absent-Minded Waiter

No Ice Cream for This Kid...Until

Man Aides A Pedestrian Who Has Fallen On Sidewalk

Teen Athlete Pressured into Taking Steroids

Lemonade Stand

Dad Pressures Underage Son To Buy Alcohol

Take The Cake

Faking Psychic Scams Woman For All She's Worth!

"Friendly" Man Steals Dogs from Sidewalk Cafe

The Coffee Customer With A Sour Attitude!

16 Year Old Runaway Girl

Child Cussing And Giving The Middle Finger

Mom argues with child over gender appropriate toys

Nanny is abused by child while mother is not watching

Disruptive Baby Crying at Fancy Resturant

Teens Steal Shoes From Store

Sales clerk discriminates against Sikh man

Rude Customer Gets Barista Fired

Bouncer Denies Entry To Overweight Woman

Gay Adoption

Mom Disapproves Of Son Playing Football

Family Cannot Afford Christmas Tree

Stealing Waiter's Tips

Sick Grandma Can’t Afford

Get That Dog Out Of My Restaurant

Black Customer Racially Profiled In High End Store

Black Guy Brings White Girlfriend To Harlem Barbershop

Anti-Semitism & Jewish Discrimination

Teen Wants Babies to Have Fame

Spanish Speaking Family Faces Racial Discrimination

Elderly Harrassed by Teens

Bridesmaids Spill Red Wine on Wedding Dress

Woman With Facial Defect Humiliated

Portland Barista Is Rude to Customers

Thieves Steal From a Homeowners' Open House

Extreme Couponing

Onlooker harasses parent with different race child

Father Has Affair With Nanny

Female bartender is sexually harassed by manager

Flirting Waitress Disrupts Date

Latino parents disagree with son coming out

A Spinster Girl Fakes A Boyfriend To Her Pushy Mother Who Wants Her Married!!

Will Americans Do Anything For A Free Meal?

Man is Outraged After Learning Friend is HIV Positive

Pastor Prays The Gay Out Of Teen

Guys Try To Force Recovering Alcoholic To Drink

Customer Purposely Damages Goods For A Discount

Baby Abandoned in a Hot Car

Veteran Can’t Pay or Afford Food

Woman Receives Unwanted Advances

Fraternity, sorority recruits hazed & Pt. 2

Girl With Speech Disorder Bullied

5-Year-Old Girl 'Too Sexy' For Pageant

Rude Ventriloquist Berates Pedestrians

Thief takes laptop while dining in restaurant

Boys Force Friend To Admit He's Gay Publically

Child Left Outside Store on a Leash

White Barber in Harlem Barbershop

Sales clerk refuses to sell clothes to transgender woman

Child disrupts nail salon patrons

Girlfriend Tricks Man With Fake Pregnancy Test

Handicap Fraud

Too Young to Shoot Guns?

Abusive Nanny

Parents disapprove of daughter's boyfriend because of social status

Parents Are “Gay Bashed” In Front of Their Children

Girls Bully Friend Into Eating Disorder

Bride Unsure On Wedding

A Groom Runs Away From His Hot Bride And Into A Bar

Woman Makes Local Coffee Shop Her "Office"

Santa Gets Drunk On His Break

Motorist hits car while parallel parking

Hibachi Chef from Hell

Couple Breaks Up in Public

Customer Tries Other Patron's Meals Before Ordering

Teacher Hits on Student

Mother Breast Feeds While Drinking Alcohol

Man Buys Dog To Fight In A Ring

Parents Force Surrogate To Abort Child

Pharmacist Embrassess Patient

Man Has Affair With Gay Lover During Date With Wife

Blind Man Robbed When Asked for Help With Wallet

Child Predator Finds A Target

Hairdresser Bashes Interracial Couple

Clumsy Red Head Woman Spills COFFEE On A Customers LAPTOP!!

Teens Harrass and Humilitate Homeless Man

Women Deny Disabled Man A Handicapped Spot

Foster Care Cruelty - 1 & 2

Mother Use Harsh Punishments on Son

Caregiver Takes Advantage of Patient With Dementia

Mom Can’t Afford Son’s Promised Toy

White Woman Dresses “Urban “

Mother Sprays Water Bottle on Children

Christian Discrimination for Prayer in Public

Broke Blonde Mom Spends GROCERY Money Leaving Her Hungry Daughter In TEARS!!

Customer Abuses Employer With Down Syndrome

Parents Openly Blames Child For Divorce

Group of Men Verbally and Assault Homeless Man

Child Disapproves of Interracial Couple

Mean Kids Fight Parents

Husband Abuses Wife

Bartender Won’t Serve Homeless Who Has Money

Skinny Mom Criticizes Daughter’s Weight

Self-Entitled Kids Throw Tantrum

Underage Kids Ask For A Lighter

#wwyd #if anyone wants to add something to this please let me know! :D #or discuss with it me! :D #Anyone whose interested! Reblog! :D #What Would you do?

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the-kings-tail-fin · 7 years

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Can you do a backstory on Sally and her past life in LA and possibly some broken relationships that she's been in and how she sees Lightning (due to her perspective on guys after her breakups) when they first met?

Here goes nothing! This ended up being basically a one-shot that grants a look into her life in California and what things were like for her there. I kept it short for simplicity’s sake, because there are SO many directions a prompt like this could go. It also gives little clues as to why she treats Lightning like she does in Cars 1 - unfazed by his attempt to hit on her, and why she typically wouldn’t go for guys like that. I didn’t actually include that moment in the fic, as we get a pretty good picture from the movie itself. I hope you like it! :)

“Come on, girl.” he said, trying to pull her away from thecrowd. “We can get outta here and go have a realadventure.”

“I’m not into those kinds of adventures.” Sally rolled hereyes at the intoxicated Maserati.

The bass coming from the speakers was almost deafening. Lightsstrobed around the open pavilion, alive with music, dancing, and conversation.The air was cool and smelled of the ocean. It was a perfect California night –it was alive.

So why couldn’t she feel it?

“Babe, come on. I promise you, you’ll love it.” the Maseratiinsisted, getting ever so slightly agitated.

Ugh. Sally thoughtto herself. They’re all the same. I wouldlike to, just once, meet a guy that immediately didn’t want to take me out ortake me home.

She just drove away from him and lost herself in the crowd,trying to find her friend that had convinced her to come to the party in thefirst place.

That day she’d finally wrapped up one of the biggest casesof her career, a case involving a big name company that had been scammingcustomers. She had gained satisfaction from being able to help so many individuals. But the feeling was fading. In the endit would just be another case to add to the list of all the others. Sallysighed as she thought about it.

Why wasn’t she happy? She had a wonderful career and wasable to help people, one of her own personal goals. She was financiallycomfortable, lived in a safe area, and always had a good group of friends tokeep her busy and social. Everything seemed perfect, even though her instinctsaid otherwise. Something had to change, but she wasn’t sure what. Attendingthis party definitely wasn’t it.

“Hey, Sally!” her friend called from the edge of the swarmof partiers. “Come here and check this out!”

Her friend was next to the open bar, to no one’s surprise,and clearly had had days of better judgement. The young Mercedes was talking toa group of guys that reeked of privilege and money. They were all clearlyinterested in her.

“What’s happening, Cleo?” Sally asked, driving over andputting on a façade of enjoyment.

“Okay, so get this.” Cleo’s speech was starting to slur,making Sally worry a little. Cleo didn’t have the best track-record when it came to situations like these. “My friend Jace here says he’s gota waterfront condo. And! And, we’re invited to come hang out.”

“Oh, I don’t know, Cleo.” Sally was hesitant, looking at theFerrari that apparently had extended the offer. “Isn’t it a little late?Shouldn’t we be heading home soon?”

“Come on, Sally!” the Ferrari put on his best smooth-talkingpersona and drove a little closer to her. “The night is young! And so are we. Ipromise you that you’ll enjoy it.”

“Yeah, girl, come on.” Cleo begged her with her eyes. “Younever go out and do anything fun anymore.”

“Hey bartender!” Jace yelled. “Let’s have a strong one forthe Porsche in blue here.”

“Oh, no, that’s –“ Sally started to argue but he shushed herand smiled.

“It’s all on me and my boys, here.” he gestured to an AstonMartin and Corvette stanced behind him. “We’ll take care of it.”

“I appreciate it, but –“ she tried again.

“See? We knew you’d come around!” he turned back to Cleo andwinked at her.

Cleo giggled and took a sip of what had to have been herseventh or eighth drink. Sally gave her friend a worried glance. She wasn’tabout to just let her go off with these dudes. Maybe a drink was what she wasgoing to need to get through a night of babysitting.

The next morning, Sally awoke to the sound of seagulls andwaves crashing against the shore. It was so peaceful. She opened her eyes andsaw the sky starting to brighten, casting all sorts of beautiful colors on thewater.

Wait. She didn’t live on the beach. She didn’t live anywherenear it. A pang of fear went through her as she tried to remember where she wasand how she got there. An abrupt noise at her side jolted her fully awake, andshe cringed. To her left was parked the Corvette from the night before, snoringhis hangover off.

It all came back. That one drink had led to many more, andthey’d ended up at Jace’s condo, where they continued the festivities. Thenthere was nothing. She didn’t remember anything. Glancing out the window at theocean, she felt a strong urge to be free. Life couldn’t go on like this –disappointment after disappointment, feeling unhappy all the time, allowingothers to pull her into mistakes.

Quietly, but swiftly, Sally left the room and found thedoor. Before she left, she glanced to make sure Cleo was okay. She was, allcozied up next to Jace and peacefully sleeping. Sally silently wished her thebest of luck.

Out on the road, she felt a panic coming on, like somethingdangerous was chasing her. She stopped once to fill up on gas before she hitthe highway. And she drove. On and on, never looking back, not caring abouteverything and everyone she was leaving behind.

#sally carrera

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adasexton1993 · 4 years

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I have been on a hiatus, I haven’t felt like writing, Even when I DID feel like writing I couldn’t muster up the motivation to get started…I just haven’t been present in almost half a year… But I’m back, yay! And I recently had my 23rd birthday (recently as in April lol) and for that birthday I decided I wanted to travel. Settling on Havana, Cuba… here’s how it happened.

The Decision Process

I just took, the best birthday trip I have ever experienced. Months before my birthday I knew I wanted to go somewhere, and it was largely based off price on where I decided to go. My criteria for picking a place was:

Warm

Out of the country

Under $500 round trip

Easy to get there and back AND experience things within a week

So. Some of the places I was looking at were Paris, Tokyo, Mexico, Cuba and Hawaii.

Paris was excluded because of the political unrest going on there, also price. Tickets to paris were about 500-600 roundtrip.

Tokyo was excluded because of price and how long it takes to get there. (I don’t even know why I thought it would be an option).

Mexico was in. Cuba was in.

And Hawaii was a little bit too expensive (plus technically not out of the country).

I settled on Cuba over Mexico because, well honestly it was cheaper. I was surprised how cheap it was to get to Cuba. The tickets were only $240 roundtrip. PLUS the ones I chose included an overnight in Panama and then an eight-hour layover on the way back in Panama.

So I was sold. For reasons unbeknownst to me I’ve always had a strange obsession with Panama and I was really excited to be there, even if it was only for a day or two.

And luckily my borfriend was all in to go, so I had the perfect travelbuddy! ❤

Getting Into the Country

As I’m sure you know, it’s way more difficult for Americans to get to Cuba than it was when we had our beloved Obama as president. But to be honest it isn’t very hard at all.

I entirely overthought and overworried while planning my trip. I read all these blogs that said I needed x, y and z in order to make it in. They said that customs would interrogate me and that my itinerary needed to be flawless and blahblahblah. It isn’t true. I do have some tips for making it in and out smoothly (and cheaply).

Unless you happen to live in Miami, you probably will need more than one flight to make it into Cuba. I strongly suggest that you take a flight from your homecity to another city in Central/South America and then fly into Cuba from there.

This is mainly becausee to get a visa to enter the country from America is doubly more expensive and complicated than getting one from practically anywhere else.

American visas to Cuba are $80 + shipping and handling fees.

My visa to Cuba from Panama was only $20 dollars and they just gave it to me as I boarded my flight to Cuba.

It’s said that you need Cuban traveling insurance, and for some people this is true. You get this when you land in Cuba before exiting customs. However, when I brought it up to the Cuban custom officers they said I was fine and didn’t need it.

To be honest it appeared they said that because of my age, older travellers they tend to make you get it. If you’re in doubt and don’t want to spend the money (it’s apparently $7/day more or less) just wait till you’re almost out of customs and ask them if you need to go buy it or not. They’ll be sure to let you know.

And honestly that’s it! I made a very loose itinerary, I didn’t stick to it, and not a single person asked me about it on the way there or back.

Panama City, Panama

My first stop on the trip was Panama City. (But honestly it was just the Tocumen/Panama City Airport and the Riande Aeropuerto Hotel).

It was a lovely hotel. It ran at about $70/night and the amenities were amazing!

https://riandehoteles.com/en/aeropuerto/amenities/

They had a free shuttle that ran every 30mins from the airport to the hotel. There was paintball, multiple pools, free breakfast buffet, bars, restaurants, a spa, a boutique, a casino AND it was entirely pet-friendly.

Alas I didn’t bring my pet bunny…

My Pet Giant Flemish Rabbit

But I don’t think he would have liked the heat anyways. Plus my parents said he really enjoyed the stay at my housee… I question the truth of that statement (my parents have a cat that dislikes him and a dog that refuses to let him do ANYTHING in peace) but he’s back home and happy again regardless!

My favorite part of the hotel was the outdoors restaurant, the bar (lol), and the giant chessboard by the pool!

Our stay at the hotel was short and sweet. The rooms were nice and airconditioned, the bathroom was pretty amazing (hello rainfall showerhead) and the food was good overall!

Tip: I highly suggest you try their bbq grill platter for dinner, it feeds two easily and it was so delicious I wish I could go back tonight and have some more…

Havana, Cuba

Cuba was amazing. As soon as I set foot into our Airbnb I felt like I was at home. The food, music, living quuarters, people, pretty much everything except the language reminded me of my haitian family in Miami. It was entirely natural being there and I would go back in a heartbeat given the opportunity.

Our Airbnb host was Helmo and his mother. They were so super helpful and sweet and I would absolutely stay with them again and recommend people to them for any travels to Havana.

Their Airbnb was in the neighborhood of Vedado, so not in the heart of Old Havana or Central Havana but instead 10-15mins away by the sea. It had a King sized bed, a nicely sized bathroom, a kitchen and eating area as well as a living room and balcony.

The balcony was our favorite spot in the apartment. We eneded every night on there and started most of our morning up there as well.

Helmo’s mother made us breakfast every morning at $5/person. Totalling to $10/day and $30 for the entire stay (Wednesday morning we overslept and ended up skipping breakfast and Friday morning we left very early for the airport and decided to forgo breakfast).

Her breakfast was AMAZING. If I could have packed her up and kept her with me forever and learned all her cooking recipes I would have. Alas, she only spoke Spanish and my Spanish is so slow and painful we didn’t get to communicate much outside of me thanking her everyday and her telling us breakfast was ready.

Each day was packed with things to do. It WAS some months ago, so I’ll try my best to remember everything. But forgive me if I miss some things.

Day One

We got into Havana around 8pm and made it to our Airbnb by 9ish. They gave us a tour of the house and then recommended Karma for dinner.

I ADORED KARMA.

We went back there literally everyother night for dinner. Their food was impeccable, their prices were great and their flan!!! Omg. I didn’t even know I liked flan. It turns out I love flan. Especially theirs.

Tip: their mojitos are great and only $2…be careful. I definitely had one or two too many and lived to regret it.

This was the night going into my birthday. I actually almost died that night (don’t tell my parents).

The story is… I was drunk (remember those mojitos I was talking about) and Thaddeus and I walked to the sea to get a look at it. I saw this 500 Habana sign and decided I should take a picture by it and… well underneath it was a very large gap that fell into the highway. And right before it was a large, but hidden, metal bar.

I tripped on that metal bar and almost fell into the gap… Luckily I grabbed onto the sign last minute and managed not to kill myself three minutes into my 23rd birthday.

Here is the photo evidence.

Habana Sign….Almost died getting this photo

Shortly after we headed over to a club, but didn’t go inside. This is where we experience our first attempt at being scammed.

My lovely, friendly, sweet boyfriend cannot resist talking to everyone he meets. Regardless of me telling him that people in Cuba are out to scam the tourists and that we just have to walk away if we hear any of the classic scamming schemes.

The one that night was the “it’s my birthday buy us all drinks!” scam. And they were entirely thrown off by the fact that it was ALSO MY BIRTHDAY.

They almost lost face until they decided to take it into stride and say “even more reason for us all to get drinks! Yay!” And then the woman tried to kiss my boyfriend and then hug me. At that point I was naturally entirely done with the situation and I grabbed him and pulled the both of us away from her.

Right after a cab driver tried to insist on taking us home…which we nicely declined because our Airbnb was just a few blocks away.

Ending the night we tried to go to sleep but those mojitos said no and I threw up for a good chunk of the night. Oh well.

Day Two

We started the day with breakfast, and then had an 8hr tour of Havana, Cuba. And omg it was so packed.

The tour whipped back and forth between Verdado, Central Havana and Skirted through Old Havana.

There was actually an hour of the tour we decided to skip, which was a walking tour through Old Havana at the end. But I was so tired by the time we got to it I asked to just go home instead and we did the walking tour on our own Wednesday.

Our tour guide was Julio and he was so kind, so well-informed and just a pleasure to be around for 8+ hours two days in a row!

Day Three

We spent all of Tuesday in Viñales.

It. Was. Beautiful.

The scenery was so gorgeous it felt unreal. I looked at the photos after and could only believe I took them because I experienced it.

The drive up to Viñales was about 3 hours. Half an hour in Havana, two hours on the highway and then another half hour or so on country roads.

While we’re speaking about roads, I saw a lot of blog posts before I went saying how their road are in terrible condition and bumpy and awful. This is ABSOLUTELY NOT TRUE. Their roads are literally the same as ours. If anything better than Chicago’s at least because they don’t have many potholes since they don’t experience Winter.

The only reason the roads feel rough at all is because the cars are old. The newer cars they have there (sometimes we took a taxi or coconut-cab) I didn’t feel a single bump or rough ride. But the older cars, the ones you see in the photos and wonder at, those simply don’t have the shocks and mechanics put into place to have a smooth ride. It’s as simple as that.

If you want to experience a non-bumpy car ride then take a newer car. If you want to get a true Havana (tourist) experience and be in the cars from the 50’s then stop complaining about the bumps because that’s a part of the ride.

Also, speaking on the cars, the EXHAUST omg. I couldn’t breathe while on busy city streets if I was in the backseat of the car. The exhuast is just so much more potent than what I’m used to from modern day cars.

I eventually got used to it/stopped sitting in the backseat and opening windows. But wow that first day or two was rough. It literally made me nauseous.

Okay. Back to Viñales.

Our daytrip was to a family-owned tobacco farm, where we would learn the cigar making process as well as ride horses and attempt to pet goats! The family was very upfront and transparent about their tobacco making secrets. I won’t spill them past saying each farm in Cuba has their own special recipe for boiling the tobacco leaves. And that secret recipe is how you get different flavors and smells when smoking a cigar.

I am not really a smoker. But I did have a few puffs of one of the freshly-rolled cigars! They dipped it into their own home-made (bee-made…whatever) honey and IT. WAS. AMAZING. Really I think I just liked tasting the honey more than smoking the cigar.

Viñales was a whole day of trip. By the time we got back I don’t think we did much more than find some dinner and head home.

Day Four

We took a day out into the city! We went to the marketplace area of Havana (that was the walking part of the tour that we missed on my birthday because I was too overwhelmed). And I adored it. Blocks and blocks of little shops with art and food and books and just anything you could ever want.

Our little coconut cab dropped us outside of the square and we walked for probably hours up and down.

I think the best part of Cuba was that as long as we were quiet and didn’t speak English we were mistaken as Cubans. Which, as a tourist, is great. However, as soon as we spoke Cubans would immediately try to sell us things or tell us stories to get us to give them money. So do keep in mind, you will lose all your money and be scammed into many things if you’re too naive as a tourist there (as a tourist anywhere if we’re being truthful).

We ended the day at Karma again. More flan, more mojitos. No throwing up this time.

Day Five

The last day. We turned it into a beach day and it was fantastic.

The beaches are about 45-60mins outside of the city. I suggest getting a shared car there because the ride will be faster than the bus, but much cheaper than getting your own taxi.

This best way to get a shared ride is to go to the bus that heads to the beach then find a taxi driver (or let them find you) and he’ll offer you a price of 10ish dollars per person if he has a full car. Which is a great deal for him but an even better deal for you, because it includes both ways.

DO NOT miss the time to get back if you do get a shared driver though. Because you WILL be stuck at the beach. The bus stop drops you off about a half mile from the beach and there will be no choice but to walk that walk if you want to get home. Plus the buses stop running fairly early… so be careful.

We didn’t miss our driver, but two girls we went down with did.

At the beach it’s almost like a summer beach-house town. There are restaurants and bars and shops but it all is rather relaxed with a “no pressure” vibe. The restaurants are expensive in comparison to the rest of the city,, but do give generous amounts of food. They will even bring food to you on the beach!

The bar is rather cheap, and the drinks are delicious (both alcoholic and non-alcoholic).

Pro tip: BRING SUNSCREEN!! And I don’t just mean to the beach. I mean to Cuba. They don’t have ANY in the country. It is not for sale there you cannot get it.

I give you that tip because I got BURNT. And then I got red. And then I peeled. And it hurt. It was not plesant at all. Just remember to pack sunscreen.

The next day

At the crack of dawn (before dawn truly) we left! Our AirBnb host set up the taxi for us and it was a quick hop over to the airport.

A favorite trip of mine. Especially now that I have been to another island (be on the look out for my post on Jamaica). And I honestly would love to go back… If only w could get rid of Trump then maybe I’ll be able to 🤷🏽‍♀️

Birthday In Cuba (plus Panama!) I have been on a hiatus, I haven't felt like writing, Even when I DID feel like writing I couldn't muster up the motivation to get started...I just haven't been present in almost half a year...

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