#I MISSED THIS ASHOLE

[writer-room]

Of course Jay would end up as a manager in the former Realm of Madness, it's Jay. Dude literally could not thrive anywhere else. Any other option would have him being kidnapped again, and god knows that guy has been tortured more than enough.

Now, on an analyzing scale, I do have to wonder if Jay's just the manager for displacing people, and if that's the case, does it have anything to do with him trying to find the others? That, if his friends were lost, then at some point they'd surely end up down here and he could find them? Which would be extra painful when remembering how close Arin was to just missing him, and the fact that Nya showing up in some other remains of the Realm of Madness means that she was probably really close to him and had no idea.

However, if I know Jay Walker, and I have roughly 12 years worth of episodes to know him, then let's be entirely honest with ourselves here: dude just fucked around and found out. He's high off his newfound power and it's gonna take about an entire season to drag him away from the Administration and give up his cushy 'doing nothing all day' lifestyle to go back to almost dying every other week. And it will finally end with him deciding to come home in about 10 minutes, Tournament of Elements style, and it's probably going to be because he misses Nya. Except they're also going to let him be a snarky little bitch again, which means it's going to be an absolute nightmare, and I'm thrilled

#ninjago #ninjago dragons rising #dragons rising #lego ninjago #lego ninjago dragons rising #jay walker #ninjago jay #nya #text post #talk #headcanons #ideas #the administration #ninjago administration #agent walker #dragons rising jay #IM SO EXCITED FOR HIM TO BE INSUFFERABLE AGAIN!! YESSSS JAY BE A LITTLE SHT AGAIN I MISSED YOU #NO MORE OF THIS UWU JAY HES SUCH AN ASHOLE AND I WANT THAT BACK #'hes a ten but--' 'hes a zero. and i want him so bad' thats nya abt jay do you understand. like thats the dynamic here #jay absolutely tripped face-first into becoming manager and is just here to chill & not deal with that above merge nonsense #dude definietly doesnt even know the mergequakes are happening. he takes nothing seriously until he sees one happening #and even then hes like 'well the administration might be fine so lets just stay here then??' no you dumb fck the world is ending <3 #i cant wait for him to be mean again. i miss when he was mean. i like it when my main heroes are allowed to be pricks but pricks who #ultimately do the right thing. maybe jay has to be pushed a few times but the guilt usually makes him be good in the end #also i just know hes gonna get dragged out specifically because of nya. jay just isnt cooperating & kai stares into the camera before going #'im calling nya' and jay just SPRINGS to life from where he was doing ragdoll to protest zane carrying him like #'YOU DIDNT TELL ME NYA WAS WITH YOU. WHERE IS SHE' #'IF NYA WASNT WITH ME I WOULDNT BE WASTING MY TIME WITH YOUR ANNOYING AS S' #'OH FCK YOU--' and then they start fistfighting until zanes the one to actually call nya and drag jay out by the ear #like do you see it do you see the vision

[whxtedreams]

Lovesick in Jackson Masterlist

A Coral Island / Stardew valley AU of TLOU

Summary

Travelling across the country to the small, country, coastal town of Jackson with a population no more than 3000, sounded like a good idea when you recieved an inheritance letter informing you that your grandmother has left you her farm in her passing.

But now as you stand in front of the abandoned and crumbling farm, you think you may have bitten off more than you can chew.

Lucky for you, there's a note on the door from a rancher named Joel, letting you know he's happy to help with restoring the farm.

A little help wont hurt, right?

Pairing: Rancher!Joel x Farmer!FemReader

this series is dedicated to rosie (@toxic-seduction) as this would not exist without her.

Current Tags

will add important tags here as each chapter is posted. Each chapter will have their own tags and warnings - if there are any.

If I miss any tags, please let me know

Rancher!Joel // TLOU AU - Coral Island/Stardew Valley // Nightmares // Joel being an ashole to everyone but Ellie // Ellie does mention not wanting to eat

Master List - Ongoing Series

Current Word Cout: 6.5k

Prologue // 2k

Chapter one - Fuckin' Tourists // 4.5k

Chapter two: Comming Soon

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#masterlist #the last of us #joel miller #pedro pascal #joel tlou #joel fanfic #joel x reader #tlou joel #tlou fanfiction #tlou #joel miller x reader

[morallyinept]

A full transcribe of AGENT WHISKEY'S dialogue/lines from the film KINGSMAN: THE GOLDEN CIRCLE.

Includes full dialogue, and dialogue from any deleted/additional scenes available.

I've created this as a point of reference when writing for Pedro's characters, and I hope you find it useful. Even if you just want to read the dialogue. 🖤

FULL MASTERLIST OF PEDRO CHARACTERS DIALOGUE

☝🏻Dialogue has been fully transcribed by myself using reference to original scripts (if available), audio subtitles and using my own two ears. Therefore, mistakes can be made, however I have tried to be as fully accurate as I can. If you spot an obvious mistake, please kindly let me know. Where audio is not clear, I have marked with *inaudible* Scenes are separated for ease of reference.

FULL SCRIPT DIALOGUE:

Kid, looks like we’re hookin’ up with a chick at a rock concert. My favourite kind of mission.

I’m sending my jet to pick you up. 

__________________

Well, that's the easy part, kid. Take a look in the glove box. 

Goes on your finger. The surveillance tracker is in the tip. Apply light pressure for three seconds to release it. 

__________________

I say we both make an approach. Whoever gets on best goes for it. 

The hand is not a mucus membrane, Eggsy. Neither is the back. They teach you anything at Kingsman? 

Our trackers are designed to enter in through the bloodstream, they circulate harmlessly providing full audio and GPS.

No, Eggsy, it ain’t.

Alright I’ll take first crack, watch and learn, buddy.  

Miss, I beg your pardon. I don’t wanna pester you, but I just have to know. What time are you playing? 

Oh damn it, now I feel like a fool. I just assumed a woman with your… charisma, well, she just had to be somebody. 

No, it’s okay. I know you didn’t mean to make me feel like a dumbass, so I’ll let you make it up to me by letting me buy you a drink. 

What are we doin’?

Tinder, what? 

Be good, be cool. 

__________________

Now, is that any way to welcome a visitor from out of town, Moonshine? 

Well, pick him up.

Now, that is not what I call a Kentucky welcome. 

Manners. Maketh. Man. Let me translate that for ya. 

Hoo. I feel like a tornado in a trailer park. 

__________________

You can’t make this personal, sir. 

Poppy’s stock piles really could be anywhere. 

You two need to fix this code name thing. And with all due respect, sir. I don’t think Galahad Senior is ready to return to work. 

It’s a lasso. 

Yes, sir. 

__________________

Hold up, we need ya down here, Galahad. Secure the control room. 

I’ll cover. 

Galahad we’re coming! All clear at the bottom? Galahad, come in! 

Shit. 

Shit! 

__________________

Let me have a look? 

Get down! 

Fuck you! I just saved your life! 

Alright. They're going for cover and reloadin’. I’ll fix their wagons. Cover me, boys! 

Thank fuckin’ Christ I didn’t need any back up! 

I’m out of ammo. Troop carrier coming in. What d’ya got? 

What is this? Looks like you packed for a fuckin’ slumber party, not a mission. 

Hey! Butterfly guy! It don’t look like Ginger fixed you right. 

I said I’m empty. Gimme yours! 

__________________

Hello gorgeous! I’m Jack, what’s your name? How would you like to ride home on a real cowboy? I got a six pack of cold ones on ice and my roomie's out all night, so you can scream my name as loud as you need to, sugar! 

Who’s this pretty lady? 

Ginger. Goddamn Butterfly guy shot me in the fuckin’ head! 

Well I’m guessin’ you didn’t fix him right! Where the hell is he? 

Eggsy’s gonna need back up. 

Get the Silver Pony on the runway and ready to take off! 

__________________

So. Don’t move, kid. You try anything funny and I turn this thing electric. 

Now, give up your guns, fellas. Slide ‘em over. 

Nope. My brain’s all good, kid. And you know what? I reckon the same is true for your friend Harry over here. Real fine instincts, I’ll give him that. But you stay still or I’ll dice him up so small you can take him home in a bucket and still have room for what's left of your buddy Merlin. 

That ashole? Hahaha. Hell no. It’s a matter of personal principle, agent. No more drug users and the Statesman share price rockets.  

Do you wanna know who was innocent? My highschool sweetheart. Love of my life. Pregnant with my little boy. He’d be about your age now. If his momma hadn’t got caught in the crossfire when two meth head freaks decided to rob a fuckin’ convinience store. A world without those people in it? Sure smells like peace to me. 

You break the law. You pay the price. Good riddance. To all of them. 

That’s why I gotta destroy that case. Now slide it over, Agent Galahad. 

Thank you. 

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FULL MASTERLIST OF PEDRO CHARACTERS DIALOGUE

#agent whiskey #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #PPCU #agent whiskey kingsman #kingsman the golden circle #agent whiskey jack daniels #jack daniels kingsman #agent whiskey dialogue

[meraki-sunset]

If you were to write a bro redemption arc, how would you go about it?

depends on when the redemption starts. Let's say he get's put on a sprite and he's back alive by the end of the game when they cross the door on the canon timeline, without lil cal's corruption he could maybe start to be a normal person, but let's be honest, he's an ashole, he's abusive and lacks human empathy that's not something that get's magically undone by getting rid of the hunted puppet.

i guess in a scenario where bro ends up on earth c with the game's canon winners as a sprite he would realize he no longer has control over dave plus he's no longer human, dave avoids him, and his friends don't want him near him. Maybe he could try to find a purpose or whatever, but everyone on earth c rejects him because he's a duchebag. he focuses on his disturbing comics and fighting with people. he get's in trouble and nobody gives a fuck and maybe thats when not being corrupted makes him slowly realize his actions have concecuences and he doesn't like those concecuences. Maybe dirk can talk to him about what a shitty person he is and what he's missing on by being an ashole. how he could make a turn for the better and stop with the "ninja master of irony" bullshit

From there he could start slowly turning into an okay person befor even atempting mending his relationship with dave. At least that's how i would handle it, but it would be a really really slow process and very tedious to turn that guy into someone at least okay

#csau extra #homestuck #bro

[awesomefringey]

Hi sabine, I know this message is not relevant at all,But I love to say it, You @twopoppies @daisiesonafield-blog are very kind and lovely and what you guys do for these fandom is very valuable,And I love you all, I just miss Daisie so much, I always asked her a ton of questions about contracts and marketing and she always answered my questions completely and patiently. sometimes in response to my message she confirmed that olivia is a real ashole ,LOL

Oh nonnie, this is the loveliest message and it’s so relevant! Also you mentioning me next to Gina and Daisie is like - whoa!? I feel so very humbled. They are the absolute best!!! And I so appreciate your kind words!

But also did you see, @daisiesonafield-blog is back!!!! I missed her dearly and kept screaming into the void of her inbox. What a scary thing. But it was just a glitch apparently and Tumblr fixed it!!! 💗

#ask #stupid tumblr #but also the best nonnie!!!! 🥺

[mareebird]

You just killed yourself, the truth is the Italians suffered racism for not being read as white and habits and stereotypes are linked to non-white people, that is, there is no racism with a WHITE just because they mocked a surname that is the people do it anywhere in the world, but when they mock a surname with the intention of being racist it will never be linked to that belonging to a WHITE woman. Fucking ashole !!!!

This is that word salad I was talking about. I gave them plenty of time to sort it out. And I'm not going to harp on their confusing wordage. I can parcel out what they're saying:

"It's okay to mock an ethnic surname, provided that the person has a certain color skin. And ethnic name-calling isn't offensive as long as I didn't intend it to be offensive."

Why do I feel like I'm talking to the SNL Drunk Uncle?

OP openly hates Sophia. They wanted to call her a name. They could have picked anything, but they picked one that mocked her ethnicity. Their negative feelings for Sophia are directly related to the name choice. It really is just that simple.

So forgive me if I can't take you seriously, defending that. Going on about how white she looks only makes you seem legitimately unhinged, because you are completely missing the point of how this all started. I would love to see you defend ANYONE else who said this with about other white-skinned person. You don't actually care. You know this is just about a character/actor you hate and want what the right to call whatever you like, and I have seen them all by now. This isn't even the worst one.

[soft-deceitful-wiles]

IMPORTANT PSA FOR MY LOVELY FOLLOWERS

Doubt anyones gonna read but whatever...

so, since now its a pretty strong possibility ive lost my oldest and only remaining irl friend (my bff since we where 14 to be exact, we are 30, living prrtty far but relationship hasnt changed in 11 years mostly apart) or at the very least ive damaged our relationship INCREDIBLY

and all because of her ashole, conceited, full of himself boyfriend that i can't stand, accusing me of something i didnt do without even considering any other possibility (cause fuck presumption of inocense apparently?)

and her trying to pacify the situation, and by doing so basically putting herself on his side, and this knowing full well my current mental health state (mandated medical leave due to extreme depression, eating dissorder, high stress levels and extreme anxiety, being heavily medicated) and she's defending/excusing his behaviour after his selfish actions/words about some UNIMPORTANT BULLSHIT (this is all... Prepare yourself... About a piece of costume, a vest, i borrowed from him like 5/6 years ago AT LEAST to make patters out of and he thinks i still have it but i can't find it and im pretty sure i give it back... But he says no cause he can't find it... So its only possible I lost it... He's God's perfect creation an could NEVER have made such a mistake...

And i was already looking into btw even tho hes not my friend and i HATE HIM, cause my BFF already had asked me, but he felt the need to push me AGAIN last night AT 1AM (very polite, writing someone you dont talk to in the middle of the night without kmowing if youll wake them...) insisting about it and making me feel even more guily when he has NO BUSINESS talking to me... We are NOT FRIENS...

he gave me a panic attack last night, barely slept and I've had to overmedicate today to stop from loosing my shit altogether...

Which has never happened like this before...

I right now currently have exactly 0 percent to loose, thanks, you son of a fucking turd pile that thinks himself the best most specialest boy ever...

So, i have more than 600 posts on queue (more people should use it tbh), set to 50 a day, so you will keep seeing me for a while, is just not "me, me".

I'll probably be gone after today. Don't know if ill be coming back this time... dont think so tho

Not that anyone here fucking cares 😂 i just thought it polite so say.

The few notes i usually get (if ANY) on my own posts are pity likes from mutuals 😂 (and even those are appreciated, guys❤️)

But hey, dont say i went without saying goodbye!

You wont notice my absence (like the few days i suddenly stopped posting this past week, and i didnt even had the queue), but ill sure miss seeing you in my dash. Wish i could have tall to you more ❤️

TLDR: my life is shit, i had little, now i dont even had the only good constant in my life since before my mom died (i was 14) who is my bff. Its all asshole boyfriend of bff. Can't do anything cause i love her too much to cause her any pain, so i cant escalate and fuck him up as soon as i seen him like id love to...

So im giving up, starting by abandoning this hellsite (beloved) and abandoning myself to ALL the drugs (legal or not) that i can get my hands on that make me numb until hopefully i get to die all chill during the high of my life... Here's hoping🤞

#bye and all that #maybe a miracle will happen and the pills start working again #but my life never gets better #only worse #so hope is just a word to me #a concept invented for the naive #not trying to offend #i wish i could believe in it #So i wouldnt have to numb myself like this #anyways lets try betting #i say this gets 0 NOTES #perfect send off #very on brand #im so relaxed i thunk in gonna bed

[ascendingtostardust]

✨my debrief of the GVF Peoria show✨

(this is mostly for me bc my memory is trash)

* The velveteers are so so good live and so stunning in person. I got one of Baby’s drumsticks and I will be holding onto it for the rest of my life.

* I was in the first row on Jake’s side which was basically eye-level with the stage so I barely saw Josh at all because of the giant cauldron thing that had fire BUT got to see the twins come on/off which was so so cool

* Seeing those boys in person was…insane ?? Of course Jake is stunning but in person he’s so fucking handsome. Josh is literally so beautiful and his smile is perfect and crazy white. Sammy looks about the same as photos but looks a little beefier in person (😗). And Danny…sweet Daniel…he really is built like a dorito but that man is huge and absolutely stunning and beautiful.

* Jake kept glancing over at the big screen to see himself which killed me every time

* This might be my delusion but Sam looked me dead in the eye twice and I honestly don’t know how to move on from that

* When I noticed that Danny came back for the encore shirtless I think my soul left my body ( @ashole-x can confirm) and I haven’t been the same since

* I almost hit Josh with a crocheted flower at the end of the show (there’s a vid of it somewhere) which is…mortifying and I promise I wasn’t aiming for him but I’ll never forgive my shitty aim for that one

* Overall, seeing those boys and hearing their music live has me feeling like a new person in the best way. From where I was, there seemed to be a lot of little sound and technical issues throughout their set but it was still absolutely incredible.

* I’ve also never been more in love with Daniel Wagner so get ready for me to become even more insufferable about it

* I had the most intense panic attack I’ve ever had during the Rival Sons’ set so I missed that but if anyone happened to see me freaking tf out, no you didn’t 😘

#y’all can ignore this if you want I just needed to get my thoughts out #that post concert depression is hitting HARD #I’m just supposed to go back to my life??? #personal

[thirtheenprimes]

Watching The Santa Clause again and I'd like to point out (again) that Tim Alan kills that man (the previous Santa) and the elves don't act like they care at all. He puts the suit on, delivers presents, and goes back to the North Pole and they all act like this is business as normal. I guess if you're a bunch of immortal elves, after a few Santas you aren't going to get that upset after the latest one ends up dead.

But I'm curious. Who was the last one? Did he not have a Mrs. Claus? Did she get kicked out as soon as that Santa died? Did she also turn to dust because she was living off his magic? Was he an ashole, is that why the elves didn't seem to care? How long was he Santa? Why did he get caught and fall and die there and then, out of everywhere/when it could happen? Was it sabotage because he was a jerk Santa? Is THAT why the elves didn't seem to miss him?

Is Santa like a pet to the elves in this universe, where when one dies they get a replacement and give it the same name (I think some people do that)?

Look, I have questions

#christmas movies

[anginberhembus]

You're kinda addiction for me. Do you know my "sakau" phase? When I finnaly decide to end it all, and you're gone?

I'm lost. I really lost

I can't appreciate something I have and be gratefull like I supossed to do. I become an ashole.

He try to make me happy, bring me walk around, accompany me in every event, but I still feel empty and miss u. I often be angry without any reason. Finnaly we have a quite big fight and almost div. I just dont wanna think about it and silent for several days. Until I feel guilty of what I've done and doesn't tell him about the real problem.

I try to have a session with my psychologist, but there's no available slot in next 2 week :(

Ok then, I have to accept all this reality. Make a peace with myself.

[mechbrane]

me logging the FUCK in

#munart. #WHATS Up #I MISSED THIS ASHOLE #I MISSED RPING IN GENERAL BUT YEa

[whxtedreams]

Chapter one - Fuckin' Tourists

Lovesick In Jackson

Summary: Your first day in Jackson, meeting a rather rude local and settling into your new home

Word Count: 4,5k

tags: Ellie being Ellie, Joel being a caring father figure, Joel being an ashole to everyone but Ellie, Ellie does mention not wanting to eat (let me know if i miss any)

an. thank you so much for all the love on the prologue! Im stoked you guys are just as excited for this fic as I am to write it! I hope you like it :)

if you saw me post this without the cut and photos - no you didn’t.

Series Masterlist - Main Masterlist

The inn is warm and inviting as you step through the heavy front door, the heat from the lit fireplace warming your icy skin as you enter the building. While winter has almost come and gone, and the spring season teases its arrival, the fresh cold air that lingers outside still covers the land with its icy grip. You take in a deep breath as the warmth from inside envelopes you, savoring the warmth as you admire the rustic interior of the small inn.

Fire crackles from the fireplace, a light glow filling the room. The light dances on the display of unique mugs that hang with grace from the wooden beams that line the ceiling above you. Fairly lights are strung up and intertwined with vines around the beams, adding to the soft and warm glow of the room. 

You wander into the middle of the room, your fingertips tracing the small crevices and grooves that line the wooden tables. The table feels smooth under your touch, the wood itself worn down and smooth as well. Setting down your backpack on the stool beside you, you roll your stiff shoulders and hear your bones cracking with relief as they loosen up again. The long train ride across state lines had been tough, with your body screaming to stretch and move after only an hour of being confined in the cramped cabin.

The clock above the fireplace ticks, catching your attention as you read the time. You frown to yourself as you look back around the empty bar. The clock had just ticked over nine-thirty, you would have expected at least one person in the bar at this time of night.

You turn at the sound of a door opening as a soft hummed tune flows through the room. A girl with black hair tied in a bun and a light dust of freckles littering her face walks through a door behind the bar. Her eyes are cast down to a glass shes cleaning with a rag and with a smile on her face as she slowly sways to the music playing in her headphones.

“Excuse me?” You try to gain her attention without startling her, but your effort is futile as she turns away from you and sets the glass down before grabbing another.

You lean against the bar with your arms crossed, your eyes roaming the room as you wait for her to turn back around. Suddenly, there's a startled gasp, as if caught in surprise. She yanks the headphones out of her ears, and her breath is labored with shock. She stares back at you, her eyes meeting yours for the first time.

“Oh fuck, I didn’t hear you come in.” She lets out a huff of a laugh, her mouth twitching into a smile as she realises her mistake.“I’m sorry about that,” she says, apologetically throwing her headphones on the bar in front of you and leaning against it with her hands. “We don’t normally get people in this late on a Tuesday” She shrugs, her face and body language seemingly relaxed despite the initial shock.

“That’s okay, I’m normally not out this late if I’m honest.”

“No? So what’s got you visiting the great Firefly Inn this late at night?” She smirks as she leans over the bar.

“Dina stop flirting with the poor girl.” Another girl teases as she walks out of the back room, rolling her eyes as she jumps to sit on the counter behind Dina.

Dina scoffs.

“Don’t you have a boyfriend anyway?” Ellie leans over and takes an apple from the fruit bowl, raising her eyebrows at her friend.

Dina turns around and snatches the apple from her hand before she’s able to take a bite and takes a bit for herself as Ellie frowns at her.

“No actually, we broke up again.” She shrugs as she takes another bite of the apple.

“Again?” Ellie groans, leaning back until her head hits the wall behind her.

You look between the two teenagers, feeling like you’re imposing on their private conversation. You wait patiently for one of them to acknowledge your presence, but they continue to bicker back and forth like children. They seem almost oblivious to any other presence besides their own, their voices growing louder and their playful arguments becoming more passionate with each turn of phrase.

“Is there any chance I could get a room for the night?” You attempt to break their conversation and their heads snap in your direction, successfully silencing them.

There’s a moment of awkward silence as the three of you stare at each other, no one seeming to know what to say or do. Your request finally registers in Dina’s head, and she smiles slightly in embarrassment, breaking the tension between the three of you.

“Oh fuck. Yeah of course.” She mumbles as she dashes into the room out the back and returns with a thick book you assume is for the bookings.

Dina scribbles down your details while Ellie crunches on the apple she successfully stole back from her friend, her smug smile suggesting that the victory tasted a lot sweeter than the apple itself.

Dina leads you up a set of stairs to the second level of the inn, the candles that line the narrow hallway casting a soft and flickering glow around the vicinity. She unlocks an adjacent room and hands you the key, the space itself offering a warm and cozy atmosphere that feels more like a private home than a room at an inn.

You mumble a thanks as you step into the room, about to close the door behind you. Dina's foot suddenly blocks your attempt, jamming the door from closing completely. She smiles sweetly at you as you glare at her through the crack in the door, the exhaustion from the journey and the teenager starting to wear on your patience.

“Breakfast is at eight, if you want any.” She offers and removes her foot from the door and disappears down the dimly lit hallway.

“Weird.” You sigh as you close the door, making sure to lock it.   

The town square is buzzing with activity as you walk down the main street, the morning's chill and overcast skies making the townsfolk more eager to get to their destinations inside the warmth of the next building.

Children are out and about, laughing and racing on their bikes as they speed by you with little to no regard towards any other pedestrians in their way. They seem to be racing each other to get to school in time, their speed increasing with each turn in the road.

With the dull gray skies overhead, the fairy lights strung across the town square provide a much-needed burst of warmth and cozy charm to the town's atmosphere. The lights glow dimly and softly, reflecting off of the damp pavement and casting a gentle glow against the trees and other surfaces that the lights have been tied to. You find yourself smiling at the sight, drawn in by the comforting atmosphere of the town and the familiar charm of the lights. You could definitely see yourself making a life here, and the thought makes you feel a sense of calm and happiness.

You don’t remember living here as a child, but you would have remembered this.

Your eyes scan across the town square as if searching for something to give you a further boost of energy after the tiredness of the morning, and there it is. A coffee shop sign, the words and colors of the sign beckoning you in like a magnet. You let out a yawn that seemingly came from your bones, your eyelids feeling heavier and your body screaming for a caffeine boost to help pick you up.

The bell above the door rings as you enter the cafe, the soft jingle announcing your presence. It's a small and quaint cafe on the inside with a few tables scattered throughout the middle of the shop. Brown leather couches are pushed up against a rustic brick wall where an older woman is seated with a book in her hands. The atmosphere is warm and welcoming, the smell of freshly brewed coffee filling the cafe.

Walking up to the display case, you notice it’s full of pastries and cakes and your mouth waters at the sight.  

You hear the familiar ding of the bell as it rings again, grabbing your attention from the mouth watering food. Ellie, the girl from last night, walks in with an older man following in behind her. He looks just as tired as you feel, his dark brown eyes heavy with sleep as he holds the door open as she passes through, and she gives him a small smile in return before she bee-lines to the counter. There’s a smirk on her face as she leans over the counter, reaching for the bell and obnoxiously hitting the bell. 

“I thought I hid that.” The tired sigh of the barista behind the counter is a testament to the constant and obnoxious dinging of the bell. His back is turned as he finishes making a drink, seemingly used to the incessant noise that constantly plagues his ears.

“Not well enough Jesse boy.” She draws out his name, as if to mock him and his inability to hide the bell. There are a few annoyed glances from other customers who are growing resentful of her loud and disruptive behavior, but she remains unfazed as she continues to hit the obnoxious bell as if it were a toy.

The older man that walked in with her shakes his head in disappointment as he reaches over and takes the bell from her. A small frown settles on her face as she watches him take it from her, her mood being spoiled as she realizes she cannot continue her disruption. She lets out a small and annoyed huff as he places the bell on top of the display case, where his eyes meet yours for a brief moment. His face settles in a soft frown as he looks at you, muttering fuckin’ tourist under his breath before returning his attention to the girl by his side.

Your face shows your shock at the rudeness of the older man, your eyebrows shooting up in surprise. You shake your head in disbelief, still unable to process that someone could behave so rudely to a stranger. “Grumpy old man” You mutter under your own breath.

 You look back down at the pastries, feeling a bit put off after the interaction but still considering what to buy.

“Come on kiddo, enough of that.” He mutters as he digs his wallet from his back pocket.   

Hmm, maybe a croissant, or a muffin?

The barista turns around with a grin, pushing two mugs onto the counter. “A hot chocolate for the troublemaker,” he says, gesturing to Ellie as he pushes the mug towards her. “And a black coffee for the poor tired soul that has to put up with her,” he jokes, pushing the second mug towards the older man standing beside her.

Maybe a cinnamon roll?

“You got that right.” The man softly chuckles as he takes out his card.

“Whatcha say Joel, you want your usual breakfast or are you finally going to try something else? We make mean waffles here.”

“Just the bacon and eggs.”

The muesli slice looks good.

“Alright, alright. I’ll change your mind one of these days.” The barista, Jesse, sighs with a grin as he taps the order into the tablet. “What about you Ellie?” He asks without looking up from the screen.

“Nah, not hungry.”

“Oh come on kid, you gotta eat something.”

“I’m not hungry Joel.” She shrugs as she crosses her arms over her chest.

A woman with dark brown hair boxed braided and tied neatly into a bun walks in, her eyes quickly scanning the crowded café until they land on you.  Her eyes instantly lock onto yours, her warm smile signaling that you're the person she's looking for. She politely asks, "Am I right to assume you're Rose's granddaughter?"

"Oh, yeah that's me." You respond awkwardly, a bit taken aback by the familiarity of the woman's question. You have no idea who this woman is or why she's so familiar with you, and she seems to know more about you than you do about her.

“I thought so. I’m Maria, the Mayor of Jackson. I knew Rose very well,” She smiles warmly, her hand resting on your shoulder as she mentions your grandmother. “I’m sorry about what happened, she was a lovely lady.”

You nod along to her words, a vague sense of familiarity dawning on you as you try to recall where you heard that name before. As she continues to offer her condolences, you remember her name from the letter your grandmother sent you. You thank her for her condolences and look back at the display case.

“I recommend the white chocolate and raspberry muffin.” She points to the muffin and you nod at her offer. “I get it every morning.”

Jesse takes one of the white chocolate muffins from the display and places it into a paper bag, placing it on the counter alongside a takeaway coffee. “All ready for you Maria.” He calls out and she politely dismisses herself from your conversation.

You watch from the side as she pays and thanks the young boy for her order.

The woman turns back to you with a smile and a friendly gesture. "Now, I do have a few things in my office for you," she begins, her voice sounding genuinely friendly and welcoming. "If you want to come by today, I can give them to you and show you the farm?" she offers.

You quickly take her offer, explaining that you were already on your way to her office before stopping by the cafe.

You step towards the counter as the woman leaves, Jesse humming to himself as he wipes over the counter. He looks up at you as he notices your presence, a smile appearing on his face as he offers a warm greeting. "What can I get for you?" he asks, tossing the cloth aside.

You place your order, deciding on taking up Maria’s recommendation and a dirty chai.

Your eyes are instantly drawn to a small table by the window, the sunlight gleaming through the room and illuminating the table as though spotlighting it for you. The bookcase behind the table shows a small collection of books and board games, all seemingly put in a neat and orderly fashion. The entire room feels clean and organized, as if everything has been placed in just the right location and given the proper focus.

You take a seat at the small table by the window and ease into a comfortable position. As you relax, you start to scroll through your emails, going over the updates about the delivery of your belongings. According to the tracking and updates, your belongings should be arriving by tomorrow, and you hope that everything goes smoothly without any unexpected delays.

Movement outside catches your eyes, and you glance out through the window. You notice Ellie and Joel sitting on one of the benches outside, Jesse setting down Joel's breakfast as Ellie continues to talk to him. The two of them laugh at something Ellie is saying as Joel rolls his eyes and shakes his head in a playful and mock frustrated way.

There’s a waffle on Joel’s plate and he shakes his head, shooing Jesse away.

Your eyes find themselves involuntarily drawn to the back of Joel, the short brown hair that curls slightly at the ends and the few soft grays that are starting to sprinkle his head. The thick brown jacket he wears looks cozy and well-worn, a clear indication of years of use and comfort.

He hands Ellie his buttered toast and she shakes her head. He must say something because she sighs dramatically and takes the bread from him.

“Happy?” You can read her lips as she talks.

Joel nods.   

You look away, not wanting to be caught staring.

You’re dreaming. You have to be dreaming. A dream is the only reasonable explanation for the check in your hand.

Half a million dollars.

“There has to be some sort of mistake?”

“I can assure you, there’s no mistake here.” Maria assures you, setting her hands on her desk as she gestures to the check.

You're sitting across from Maria in her large office at the town hall. The light wood furniture in the space is sleek and simple in style, the minimalist design giving the office a clean and welcoming atmosphere. The room is filled with natural light thanks to the floor-to-ceiling windows behind her, the sunlight breaking through the gray clouds reflecting off of the wood furniture and making the room feel bright and airy.

A few photo frames sit proudly on her desk. There’s one on her wedding day, kissing her husband with a smile on his face. Then there’s one next to it, the two of them holding a new born baby in a hospital bed, smiling down like proud parents. 

Your eyes are frozen on the check though, the number staring back at you as you struggle to comprehend it. You're at a loss for words as your brain tries to wrap itself around the amount listed on the check, Maria's light chuckle drawing your attention.

She digs around in her draw momentarily before setting another note on the table.

“This is a lot to take in, I’m sure. This is a list of everything she did for the town. It’s rather long but if you want to pick up anything she did, you can. No one is expecting you to replace Rose, honestly I don’t think anyone could,” she slides over the list and your eyes widen more at the long list of jobs she did around town.

Farming of fruit Farming of vegetables Farming of flowers Raise cows, provide dairy products Raise Chickens, provide eggs Raise sheep, provide wool Beekeeper, provide honey Fishing, provide fresh fish Deep diving, cleaning ocean Volunteering at town events

You slowly look up at Maria with a raised eyebrow. “I can’t do all this, this is crazy.” You scoff as you look back down at the list.

She laughs at that, sighing and agreeing with you. “She was a very busy woman. But if you want to continue her farm or sell it, let me know. I’ll help you in any way I can. Rose was an outstanding member of our community. If you do decide to continue the farm, even just doing one of these, it’ll be a massive help.”

You let out a sigh, sinking into the chair as you read over the list again. Your grandmother sounds impressive and you wish you had known her, or at least remembered her.

Farming doesn’t sound too bad?

“Alright then, show me the farm. Let’s see what I’m dealing with.”

You stand before the front door to your grandmother's house, a place long forgotten and now abandoned. Cobwebs and critters are scattered all across the exterior of the house, the once meticulously maintained walls now covered in unkept vines that are slowly crawling their way up the structure. The exterior has an eerie and uninviting aura to it, as if the place has been left to become an echo of time lost to memories.

At the center of the front door hangs a small piece of paper, its edges frayed and fluttering in the breeze as the rusty nail it's held to struggles to keep it in place.

Heard someone was moving back in to Rose's place, if you need a hand rebuilding, let me know. Joel Miller ps. I used to work in construction, I know what I'm doing.

You rip the note off the front door and sigh as you look back over the farm, its beauty all but fallen apart since your grandmother's absence. The farm, once a beautiful and lively space, seems almost lifeless now. The plants are all unkempt and overgrown, most of them withered and dry while others are covered in a thick layer of weeds. It's a sad sight, one that reminds you of how much time has passed since she was last here.

How long it's been since you've been here.

“Who’s Joel Miller?” You ask as Maria follows you up the stairs to the front porch.

“That would be my brother in law, owns a sheep ranch down the road. Why?”

You hand her the note and huffs in surprise at the note. “That’s oddly nice of him. Guess he always had a soft spot for Rose. But don’t expect that from him, he can be a bit…” She trails off her sentence, her face scrunching up in thought.

“Rude?”

“Oh so you’ve met him then?” She laughs.

“I think so, took one look at me and muttered ‘fuckin’ tourist’” You try your best to impersonate his southern accent and Maria lights up at your attempt.

“Yep, that sounds just like Joel. But don’t take that personally, you’re not a fuckin’ tourist, you’re officially a Jackson resident.” She hands the keys to you and gestures towards the front door. “This is your home now.” 

The sound of the door unlocking sends a nervous feeling through your stomach, your nerves already on edge from the anticipation of moving into your new home. The door creaks as it opens, a stale and musty smell filling your nose and signaling that the house had been shut up and sealed away for far too long.

The house is beautiful.

Your eyes take in the large entry as you step into the house, your eyes drawn to the two hanging black chandeliers with fake candles. A large black wooden sliding door can be seen to your left, and a set of glass doors in front of you leads out to the back porch.

You ease the black doors open, entering the open-floor plan space with a slow and careful step. The modern and rustic wooden kitchen fills your vision, a large dining room sitting to the left as you step over and slide your palms across the white counter tops. The space has been empty for a while, a thick layer of dust on the counters.

“She took a lot of pride in her home.” Maria speaks up as she follows you into the room.

“It’s beautiful.”

“Would you like a tour?”

“I’d love one.”

You follow along as Maria opens a set of dark wooden doors to the right of the kitchen, the door leading into a small laundry room that connects to the back porch. The laundry room is small but spacious, and the view out to the back porch over a pond is quite peaceful.

To the right of the kitchen, a wooden dining table is situated next to the glass windows that lead into the small greenhouse, the space filled with dead and rotting plants.

To the left of the dining table, a small living room that includes a fireplace and wide wooden stairs that lead to the second floor is also visible. Both the fireplace and the stairs have seen better days, their condition clearly being a testament to the neglect the house has seen.

She leads you upstairs, and as you enter the room at the top of the stairs, your jaw falls wide open at the sight. The room is vast and spacious, with its floor-to-ceiling windows on one wall offering a magnificent view of the pond and farm. Built-in bookshelves line the other two of the walls, with couches built in under the windows, giving the space a cozy and welcoming vibe. The books on the shelves display a wide variety of topics, from classic works of fiction to non-fiction books on various scientific subjects.

“Joel helped her do this.” Maria points towards the bookshelves and couches and you nod in awe.

“Maybe I will take him up on the offer to help.” You chuckle as she leads you into a room across from the top of the stairs. The bathroom is fairly run down and rusted, but you can see what it used to be like in all its glory. A cracked tub sits in the middle of the room with an open shower to your left.

Maria leads you to the bedroom, the final room of the upstairs, which is located to the left of the stairs. The room is decently sized, with a big window that faces out towards the farm. The window lets in plenty of lighting and fresh air. To the left of the room, there is a narrow corridor that leads to a small balcony.

“Is the power and water turned on?” You inquire, following her back downstairs to the ground level of the house.

She gives you a quick nod, confirming that she had already planned to have everything ready for your arrival. Everything had been taken care of before your arrival, ensuring that the utilities would be fully functional for you to use as soon as you move into the house.

“Well, it’s been wonderful to meet you. Rose used to talk about you a lot, so it’s been nice to meet you. If you need anything,” She digs through her bag before handing you her card. “Call me, I’ll do whatever I can to help.” She offers before leaving you alone in your new home.

You find Joel’s offer again that night, folded on a table in the entry way while you’re snooping around and attempting to sort through your grandmothers house — or you guess your own house now.

You sigh at the number scribbled at the bottom of the note. Did you really want the help of someone who was so rude to you?

As you look down at the note in your hand once more, you can't help but exhale. 

“Fuck it,” you mutter as you enter his number into your phone before sending him a text.

Hey Joel, I just moved into Rose’s farm and found the note you left. Would love to take up your offer! - Fucking tourist

You smile to yourself as you send the text and hope to god that he remembers you from the cafe this morning.

Your phone vibrates as you get out of the shower that night.

Glad your not a tourist. We can grab coffee and discuss what needs doing. Tomorrow work for you? - Grumpy old man

You huff a laugh at his response, glad he has a sense of humor. You shake off the smile on your face, remembering how much of an asshole he was this morning. You text back agreeing to his offer and he sets a time for eight in the morning.

You drift off to sleep with a smile on your face, and you tell yourself that it’s not because of Joel but rather due to your own excitement and happiness about the move. He may be a rude asshole but he offered to help and from the looks of the house and farm, you’re going to need it.

And if Joel Miller wants to help, you’ll make him work.

Chapter 2 - comming soon

Notes

I am having way too much fun with this fic! So, our first look at Dina, Ellie, Jesse, Joel and Maria! I hope you like how i've incorporated them into the story! I’m having Dina and her sister run the inn (which is also a restaurant) Jesse work at the cafe (so far, there’s more he does too) and I cant wait until you find out what Ellie does, yall are going to LOVE her in this story. And then there’s Joel. Please excuse him, he’s just a grumpy old man that needs his coffee and hates tourists. But I really loved his interactions with Ellie.

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#i honestly dunno what im doing wrong #mom asked me to make her lunch. i asked her to help cause i didn't know how to make what she asked me for #so she told me to just make my lunch instead of helping me #and now she's mad i didn't make her a lunch #even tho she's the one that told me to make mine only and to not make hers #last words she told me: i would never do that to you #well at least i wished that was true #hope i could tell her about all the times she left me without lunch cause she forgot to tell me she changed her plans #but it'll just make everything worse #idk what's gotten into her lately. everything i do seems to bother her #already lost count of how many times she told me she wished to just disappear and leave me alone #grew up dealing with other people's problems and now that im not up to putting them before me im an ashole and the worst scum in the earth #sometimes i wish i wasnt born so she could live the life she wanted. but im stuck here now and i cant go away cause gato would miss me #:/ #vent

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#HGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN #I SHOUDLNT BE UPSET #i should NOT ve upset not in the slughest not even a fucking lil bit waht the fuck #tyey were just. messaign toehrs #it doesnt matter if i was worried sick #and genuinely thought thy were dead #and they didnt message me #and i thought discord was glitching or whatever #jesus fuck i might as well kill myself for being such a fucking #IIDIOT a fucking #FOOL and a foul idiot fool piece of shit ashole mother of fuck #<this isnt suibaiting im not going to actually kill myself #i do want to fucking dROWN MYSELF but i wont #i'll just #cry #if i can #and i'll think abt how much of a terrrible person i am for missing them #thats all #caps lock cw #swearing cw #sui mention

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#ha this is in romanization so you can't translate #anyway ekta bondhutto end korar pore je koto eka hoe jabo ta thik realize kori ni #ashole na ami jantam but admit korte chacchilam na #amar onek din thekei beshi bondhu bandhob hoi nai...just ekhan shekhan theke ekta dui ta ashe kintu beshi serious kichu na #tbh amar best friend i ekmatro ashol friend akhon #kisu din ageo arek jon chilo but o amar jonno bhalo chilo na tai ami nijei end kore disi #ekhon ami eka lmao #tar kotha mone pore hae kintu ager negative side gulor vebe ar or kache jai na #kintu positive side gulo shotti miss kori #ar amar best friender o to school ar onno bondhu bandhob ase. she to amar moto na #to ami puro puri eka but what's new #ami to shobshomoi conversation start kori. age khoj khobor rakhi. actually put effort to amar keno mone hoi je shobai amake hate kore? #shotti miss kori chotobela jokhon amar school vorti friends chilo #ora ki amake miss kore? je friend tar shathe recently shomporkho venge felsi she ki miss kore? #for the latter im sorry it was for my own good #and i don't really regret it #kintu akhon shotti prochondo eka lage #just dui ta close friend der moddhe ekta ke jodi chere di tahole to amon lagbei #looking back i barely ever had any friends who weren't snakes #well here's to hoping for better days🤞 #anyway if anyone actually read this please ignore it #and bengali moots pretty pls don't translate to anyone thanks #personal #my post

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I MISSED SOONYOUNG'S VLIVE AND NOW I'M CRYING REAL TEARS!!!

#im an ashole #i missed my precious baby #gahhhhh #kwon soonyoung #i love you im sorry #seventeen