#Mr. 'I got fancy with the math'

[chase-the-windandtouch-the-sky]

Part Two of Count My Little Scars has officially been started! Time for Alternate Reality vs. Hospital times...

Evan Buckley has a schedule whether he likes it or not. Typically, it’s firmly in the not column, the man all but ready to climb out of his skin when his alarm goes off in the morning. It’s like he’s ready to vibrate out of his skin at all times, an unrest buzzing that he can’t quite put a name to. Pulling the collar of his shirt away from his neck, he tries not to fidget, but finds it difficult. It’s worse than most days, like the ones where Evan nearly goes to his secret storage unit on Bullfinch Ave. where he keeps his bike out of the watchful eyes of those around him.

“Evan, stop fidgeting.” Margaret whispers as she passes him, carrying a bottle of wine that she had just procured from the fridge. “Your collar’s fine.”

Evan disagrees, but he knows there’s really no use arguing. It feels like it’s choking him, holding his throat until he can’t breathe, but he wonders if that is just how he’s felt his entire life. The figure next to him nudges his side and gives him a look that clearly states ‘can you believe we have to do this?’ which makes him feel a little better, but he places his hands under the table and sits on them all the same.

The entire situation is weird. They barely traveled growing up, and now the entire Buckley clan is around a table in an AirBnb in Los Angeles, pretending that this is something that happens regularly. Sitting on his hands is helping settle the nerves, Evan doing his best to breathe through his nose.

He has a schedule. And rules. These were often explained rather forcefully when he was younger, but somehow the railings became natural as life went on. He spent his life unable to breathe, ready to crawl out of his skin, and that was okay because it was what was expected of him. Because there was no room for anything else.

“I want to make a toast.” Phillip says, scooting the chair out from the table, the wood scraping against the tiles, scratching at Evan’s ears. “For this momentous occasion.”

At five in the morning, Evan’s alarm goes off. He presses the snooze button exactly one time, eventually rolling his exhausted body out of bed and down the stairs to Maddie’s old room, that his parents converted to a gym when she moved out.

“We all know why we’re here and in L.A., but—” Phillip chokes for a moment, coughing into his hand. Evan can see the water in his eyes and for a moment remembers why he does everything he does. “But this has been a long time coming. I think we can all agree.” Those around the table laugh.

After running for forty-five minutes, Evan switches to weights. He tries to keep as quiet as he can while his family sleeps, setting the heavier and heavier weights down gently after each rep. He goes until his muscles scream, until the buzzing under his skin quiets. Until the voices that he’s fought in his head his entire like stop scream.

“We are here, not for our first time in a hospital,” Phillip continues and the laughter continues. “Certainly not our first. But for a special one. Because our Daniel is finally getting his transplant!”

Whoops around the table grow and Evan has to do his best not to flinch at the noise, his hands starting to lose feeling. Daniel turns to him, a half-hearted smile on his face, like he knows. His older brother always has, no matter the situation. It’s enough to quell that voice in his head that is a little too vicious, a little too loud for his own well-being. Parts.

“All the tests, all the waiting—”

Waiting. Evan tilts his head down. It isn’t an explicit dig at him, but enough to sting. It would’ve been sooner, if he hadn’t broken the schedule and been a little bit reckless. Always reckless. Selfish. Not thinking of what he was made for.

After working out, Evan takes a shower and quickly grabs a protein bar from the cupboard. He’s never been great at cooking, the majority of his meals coming from leftovers from his parents or something that comes in bar form. He gets ready for the day, messing with his hair long enough to get his curls to tame because his mother has never really liked the fact that it made him always look young.

“—and finally we’re here! Daniel getting his transplant, and from none other than his younger brother, Evan.”

People continue to cheer and Evan isn’t entirely sure why. It’s not a surprise that the kidney would come from him, it was always the plan, it was what he was meant to do. Bowing his head under the scrutiny, Evan gives the tablecloth a smile for something to do, feeling Daniel knock his knuckles against his thigh under the table. When Evan looks at his brother, he’s giving him an encouraging look, as if to say it is a big deal. How can it be, if it was what he was born to do?

“Our miracle baby.” Margaret assents, and Evan thinks it’s supposed to sound loving, but that nasty voice starts to grow.

Parts parts parts.

He then drives fifteen minutes to the accounting firm, because his job can’t be dangerous. It can’t be unpredictable. He has to be careful. He has a purpose. A purpose he was born for, that he can’t step out of line because of.

“Because on Friday, our Evan is giving his kidney to Daniel!”

The cheers grow louder and Evan gives everyone as big of a smile as he can.

Evan Buckley has a schedule.

Whether he likes it or not.

#I've officially started part two #it's gonna be a bumpy ride gents #get in the car buck #we're gonna get you some therapy #911 #911 fanfiction #lightning fic #count my little scars #lindsey writes #coma!buck #And yes I made Buck an accountant because it's fucking hilarious to picture #at least to me #Mr. 'I got fancy with the math'

[radiant-reid]

okay but a blurb with baby spence (i’m talking like he just joined the bau and barely talks to them he’s so shy) and one day his absolutely gorgeous pregnant wife comes to see him and everyone is just so shocked because this guy?? has a pregnant wife?? and they’re also shocked that he pulled her cause she’s so beautiful

this has been my nightly scenario for the past like two days

- 🍓

hot wife!reader >>>>> i'm still on that shit. also this is so cute because then Jack and baby Reid could be besties

No one knows much about Spencer Reid. He's timid, but he's good at profiling and he gets his paperwork done so no one's complaining.

Despite what you told him about how everyone would love him, he feels like he's not fitting in like he's in a lab at Caltech and he's the only student with no one to be his lab partner.

He's nervous when Derek extends the invitation to a night out at the bar to include him. The little joke about whether he'd actually get served or if his baby face was too young helps assure Spencer it's casual, that they're on their way to becoming friends.

"Please come with me." He begs as soon as he's home. His head is resting on your shoulder as you face the TV. He prefers your lap but your bump is a little too big for it to be comfortable.

"I'm not sure I'll make a very good drinking buddy." You joke, pointing at the reason you can't drink.

He laughs slightly, the purest sound. "I just mean- it would be good for you to meet the team."

You agree with that. The BAU is dangerous and dark, and it would be good to know who's taking care of your husband.

Plus, you'll do almost anything he asks. "Sure."

So you get dressed up a little. Nothing too fancy, and no heels since your feet look like they've been stung by a bee. Spencer insists you're the most beautiful person in the world before dragging you off and into the warm night. A summer baby you're having.

You're not sure what to expect. To your knowledge, Spencer hasn't told the team he has a wife, much less that he's having a baby.

He stops in front of a table, and you squeeze his hand for reassurance. "Hi, everyone, this is my wife, Y/n." He introduces you.

They're surprised, shocked even with matching raised eyebrows and slacked jaws. The looks aren't new, and neither is the math they're doing when they look at Spencer. He barely looks 18, much less a married, soon-to-be father.

"Wow, we didn't even know there was a Mrs. Reid." An attractive guy says, shaking your hand. "I'm Derek Morgan."

"And a soon-to-be baby Reid." One of the women says excitedly. She pulls you in for a hug, which has become awkward with the size of your stomach. "Any time you need someone to watch him or her, I'm here. I'm Penelope, by the way."

You chuckle, nodding your head appreciatively. Easiest childcare you've found yet. The rest of the team is just as welcoming, shaking your hand and telling you their names. Spencer's less jittery by your side, and he's all smiles when he walks off to get you both drinks, even though he knows you're probably telling stories about the awkwardness of the start of your relationship. He's not phased by it anymore, he got the girl.

#🍓 #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid blurb #criminal minds

[ambrozjas]

Could you do a song-fic with Sodapop Curtis w/ the song "Stupid Cupid" by Connie Francis? Love your writing, take your time 💕

stupid cupid ꨄ︎

sodapop curtis x fem!reader

✧˖*°࿐ notes 🧸ᰔᩚ

THIS WAS SITTING IN MY INBOX FOR SO LONG BUT I LITERALLY LOCKED IN FOR THIS FIC ITS SO CUTE I SWEAR JUST READ ITTT

✧˖*°࿐ warnings ᰔᩚ

reader is referred to as a girl and a lady, reader is called gorgeous and beautiful, beginning of this fic has soda in highschool so it takes place before the outsiders

✧˖*°࿐ word count ᰔᩚ

1609 words, 8588 characters

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stupid cupid, you’re a real mean guy

i’d like to clip your wings so you can’t fly

it felt like the roman god of love had shot sodapop right through the heart, and boy did soda hate it. that’s all that he thought while he gazed at you, chin held in palm as he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. when the school air had a chokehold on everybody, it left out you. you looked absolutely divine. soda wondered if the gods, if there were any or it was just some stories made up to fill the minds of lovesick kids like himself, favored you. because as he looked at you, the sun just seemed to reflect off you just right, to where it coated the side of your face with a honey orange. you looked like an angel sent on earth, disguised as a teenager in soda’s highschool. he asked himself what you were doing in tulsa rather than some other fancy state like california.

i’m in love and it’s a crying shame

and i know that you’re the one to blame

“mr. curtis.” a stern voice broke through to sodapop, breaking the stained glass that in soda’s mind, was a mural of you and only you.

he snapped his neck to look up at the teacher, hovering over his desk as a finger harshly pointed at the paper on soda’s desk, almost empty.

“uh—sorry, sir.” mumbled sodapop as he grabbed his pencil and put his best thinking face on, hoping that the teacher would take the hint and retreat back to his old scratched up desk that looked like it had survived world war one.

the teacher narrowed his eyes at him, his upper lip curling into a sneer as he looked down at soda, before slowly walking back to his desk.

soda comically sighed in relief, taking one more glance back at you. he pressed his lips together tightly as he saw you talking to your friends. he always loved seeing you smile.

he exhaled sharply, earning another warning look from his teacher. soda tilted his head down as he studied the math problems below him, cradling his hand in his hand as his brain tried his best to work.

hey, hey set me free

stupid cupid, stop picking on me

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i cant do my homework and i cant think straight

“what’s up with you?” ponyboy asked, not looking up from his book. in the corner of his eye, he watched sodapop bounce his leg vigorously as he tried to rub his temples to somehow think better.

“nothin’, pony. don’t worry ‘bout it.” soda responded. he threw his head back to lean on the top of the chair, he was really out of ideas. all that occupied his mind was you. he was writing an essay? you pop up into his brain, he accidentally writes your name to which he has to erase afterwards with red ears.

i meet her every morning ‘bout half past eight

i’m acting like a lovesick fool

you even got me carrying your books to school

how could sodapop miss this once in a lifetime opportunity? he just had to talk to you. one day, when you guys met before school, your breath both evident in the cold oklahoma morning, you made a joke about soda carrying your stuff for you.

“here, be a gentleman, yeah?” a laugh slipper past your lips, and when soda heard that gorgeous sound come out of your mouth, how could he deny you?

your mouth fell into an ‘o’ shape, not even getting the word out before soda grabbed the books from under your arm and held them under his.

you tilted your head as a smile graced your face. gosh, were there wedding bells? soda definitely heard them.

“y’know i was jokin’, right?” you asked, making sure you weren’t forcing him into doing anything. “i can take them back if you want—“

“nah, it’s alright.“ he brushed it off, waving his free hand dismissively before starting again, “plus, you’re right. how could i leave a pretty lady to carry her books on her own?” to that, you sheepishly grinned wider as you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear shyly when you looked away.

you mixed me up for good right from the very start

hey now, go play robin hood with somebody else’s heart

the more that soda talked with you, the harder it was to get you out of his head. but the more he talked with you, the less he minded.

soda had dropped out of school. sure, you somewhat contributed to him failing with how much you occupied his head, but it was also on his own.

he was working at the dx with steve, working on cars all day to especially help darry out.

soda wiped his face with his forearm, cleaning his oily rag as steve rambled about something in the background. he hadn’t seen you in awhile, considering that instead of walking with you to school, darry had dropped steve and soda off at work.

but suddenly, the door tripped the bell, giving it a loud ring as soda looked up at who was walking through the door. and speak of the devil.

he could recognize you just from your sneakers. his head whipped back up to meet your eyes, and gosh was it refreshing to see your face again. a soft smile still remained on your face, as it usually did.

“sodapop! so you really was workin’ here, huh?” you asked, eyes roaming around the multitude of shelves in the gas station interior.

soda’s mouth gaped, opening and closing like a fish. he watched as you walked up to the register and drummed your hands lightly on the counter.

“yeah!”, soda finally managed to blurt out, “how’ve you been? anythin’ new happen at school?” he asked, hearing steve finally shut up. soda could just imagine his ears pricking up at the sound of a pretty girl’s voice appearing.

“nothin’ much,” you leaned in and put a hand to the side of your mouth in a secretive manner, “mandy got pregnant.” soda gasped as he comically brought a hand up to his mouth. you guys whispered and gossiped, steve eyeballing both of you cautiously before slinging an arm around soda’s shoulders and brashly giving him a loud, “who’s this, soda?”

sodapop squinted at his friend and slowly turned his head, full of embarrassment. your eyes darted between the two of them, before giving steve a small wave and quietly giving him your name. your eyes fell back on soda, “well, i was just wonderin’ if you’d like to go to the drive-in wit’ me on saturday?”

“yeah, sure!” why was he acting like such a dork now? in front of the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen? but he sighed with relief when you nodded, giving him the same sweet smile you always greeted him with.

you got me jumping like a crazy clown

and i don’t feature what you’re putting down

once you had left the dx, soda went out to the garage and almost squealed, punching the air in excitement. steve narrowed his eyes as he watched through the garage windows, genuinely considering if soda was possessed or not.

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saturday couldn’t come quicker. it was already a great time leading up to the date, soda was confident. he was looked at himself in the mirror, popping his collar with assertiveness and heading out the door.

during the actual date, he tried to make subtle moves. shifting closer to you, touching thighs or linking pinkies. although you seemed okay with it, there was no engagement on your part. that almost worried soda, he knew you asked him on a date, but he was still overthinking. was he not all you expected? was he doing too much? too little?

but at the end of the date, when he drove you home in darry’s car that he begged to drive in, a small silence fell over you when you had reached your destination.

“y’need me to walk you up?”

“it’s alright, but do me a quick favor, will you?” soda couldn’t tear his eyes off your mouth when you spoke, lips painted a wine maroon color that somehow flowed so delicately with your words.

“anything.” was all soda said, before you placed your hand on the side of his cheek, giving him enough time to pull away, before closing your eyes and kissing him.

in that moment, it felt like you two were the only people in the world. just you, and soda, crammed into darry’s truck in the darkness of the night, only illuminated by the small light above you two on the car’s roof.

when you pulled away, you looked at soda’s lips, slightly parted and stained with a light purple-ish red as he looked at you, absolutely mesmerized.

“thank you. i’ll make sure to drop by the dx on my way home, ‘kay?” you said, not waiting for an answer as you bolted out of the vehicle due to your nearing curfew.

well since i’ve kissed her loving lips of wine

the thing that bothers me is that i like it fine

all soda could do was gape as he watched you depart into the sea of outside lights surrounding your front door and windows, watching you turn around give him a small wave once you opened the front door.

still dazed, all soda could do was wave back. before a wide grin appeared on his face as he covered his eyes with his hands.

stupid cupid, sodapop thought.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ this better get some likes i worked my ass off for this little fic and it’s only a thousand words 😭😭

kiss kiss ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

#the outsiders x reader #the outsiders #sodapop curtis #sodapop curtis x reader #i love sodapop omg #literally my bae #sodapop blurb #sodapop the outsiders #sodapop x reader #sodapop imagine #the outsiders sodapop #i’m so proud of this fic #my longest one yet #1k words #i legit locked in #ambrozjas #kiss kiss

[everwitch-magiks]

Hi I love your RWRB stories.

How about for the AU fun facts game a high school AU and one of them is the popular jock and the other is the unpopular nerd?

Hi there, and thank you! ♡ What a lovely idea! Here goes:

It's when Henry scores a touchdown at homecoming that Alex falls in love with him. Not because of the touchdown itself - fuck knows Alex doesn't care about sports - but because of the way Henry looks after. The big fancy screens in the Fox Memorial Stadium show an absolutely irresistible closeup; Henry covered in mud and grinning from ear to ear, his happiness contagious as he pumps his fist in the air. He looks like he doesn't have a care in the world. It's wonderful to see. It so far from what Henry's expression has been for the past year - since they had reason to rename that goddamn stadium in the first place.

They meet in the school library. Although meet isn't really the word for it. Alex is late from his practice session with the mathlethes and is half-running so he won't miss too much of this week's model UN. Henry is holding court for his many adoring fans right by the classics section. And maybe it's an accident that Henry trips Alex over and makes everyone laugh, but that doesn't change the fact that it happens. Alex bats Henry's hand when Henry tries to help him to his feet. He hurries away; he's fucking late. And he's got much more important concerns than self-obsessed jocks who can't stay out of people's way. Even when they're as pretty as Henry.

Alex doesn't expect Henry to seek him out after that. Henry's got literally no reason to, not least because Alex is absolutely nobody. Henry, on the other hand, is more popular than the goddamn school mascot - no offense to the indomitable Mr. Wobbles, a most ferocious kitty, but he's got nothing on a certain Fox. But Henry waits by Alex's locker every day for a week. First to apologize, then to continue their conversation about sci-fi movies, then to ask Alex to lunch with him, then to lend Alex his copy of "Girl, Woman, Other", and finally to invite Alex to his next game. Alex rolls his eyes and goes on a rant about unequal school funding for dumb sports versus everything else. It's only when Alex gets to his math class that he realizes Henry might've just asked him out.

Pez is cheer captain and choreographs a whole routine for the sole purpose of wooing June. June is absent from the game as she's away at a student journalism meet. Sadness ensues. Henry comforts Pez. They stay in the locker room and feast on a bucket of popcorn until the coach finally kicks them out. They both miss Alex who was waiting with flowers outside.

Alex attempts to return Henry's copy of "Girl, Woman, Other" to Pez in order to avoid speaking to Henry. He must've misunderstood. Henry hadn't asked him out after all. It was all in his head. But Pez, who's great at spotting prime opportunities for grand gestures, springs to action. He quickly repurposes the cheer squad's 'woo June' routine to a grand promposal starring none other than Henry Fox. Pez isn't a man to let a good split-lift go to waste - especially not when it could help his best mate find true love. Henry declines performing the split-lift, which is his loss, but he does perform the promposal. Alex is speechless. He kisses Henry for the first time in the middle of the football field. For Henry's next game, Alex shows up with the classic game day face paint: grey whiskers (inspired by none other than Mr. Wobbles) and a blue heart on his right cheek. The way Henry kisses him after their win gets them both banned from the dance that same evening. Whoops. The football team, the cheer squad and the mathlethes all ditch the dance as a result. Pez organizes an expertly decorated alternative gathering within a minute and a half. It is technically impossible, but nobody thinks to question it. They all dance the night away. The end.

... okay, so this isn't five things that happens in the AU as much as the whole plot of it, but I did list it as five bullet points, so go me? And in any case, this was very fun! Thank you again for the ask! ♡

#firstprince #red white and royal blue #rwrb #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #fanfiction #evie writes #alternate universe #ask game #answered

[wordgirlexploration]

Now that we have two new ref line ups, allow me to share with y'all some headcanons for some of them!

Rex/Kid Math

Most of our Kid Math takes are based off of FountainPenguin's two Kid Math fics: Factor It In and AlgoRythym. We just love those fics <3

Last name is Pemdas.

Non-binary. Really I just imagine most of the aliens in the show are some flavor of non-binary and Kid Math is no exception.

Autistic and has synesthesia. Same as Becky :) Comes with the territory of being from a subject obsessed planet and gaining superpowers on another world that overstimulates the senses.

His birthday (equivalent on Earth) is Pi day

He is so, so small. 3'7" (or exactly 110 centimeters!) tall. He looks more like he should be in Kindergarten/1st grade than 3rd grade.

More of a Hexagon headcanon than a Kid Math specific one: Hexagon is a very logical planet and as a result, when they do superhero work it's always 1) track down villain 2) get rid of villain 3) day is saved! Wordgirl's way of being a superhero would baffle ANYONE from Hexagon. Kid Math is just a product of his environment.

Mr Big + Leslie

Mr Big is trans.

His orientation is queer because we can't quite pin down what it is but he's definitely not straight.

Stands at 6'5". He's not called "Mr Big " for nothing!

Sees Dr Two-Brains on the weekends ever since their team up in Invasion of the Bunny Lovers. >:3

Leslie is a lesbian. We think she and the Mayor's assistant should kiss but not sure if it's canon to Exploration.

She's only 5'5" but wears 2 inch heels so you can't immediately tell.

Leslie's last name is Little. She's Leslie Little.

Both are in their early/mid 30's. Mr Big is only a couple years older than Leslie.

Granny May

She's been a villain the longest. Being a petty pickpocket since her late teens. Her "career" as a supervillian really took off though when she met her future husband.

Her husband was a man named Walter, who she met after charming her way into some fancy event. She stole his heart and his wallet that night <3

Walter made most of her gadgets that she uses today. Her suit of armor was his wedding present to her.

They got married later than most people from their time. Granny May was very hesitant about marriage at first. Worried it would affect her crime career since she relied mostly on her charm, which works better on suckers men when they think you're single.

Note: I really could go on and on about Granny's past but I'll leave off here because we have a whole episode planned for exploring her past ;)

Granny May has always been very small. In her prime she only stood at 5'1". In her old age she's now only 4'11".

Victoria Best

Dyes her hair. She's a natural brunette but since the rest of her family is blonde it's for the best (heh) that she match her family.

Her eyes are naturally blue but have an unusual red tint to the pupils and iris.

As of Exploration, she's currently taller than Becky at 4'9".

On the aroace spectrum but hasn't figured it out yet. She's the best at ignoring her feelings <3

We have big plans for her :)

Beatrice Bixby/Lady Redundant Woman

In her mid 30's.

Beatrice herself is aroace. Her clones are not. It drives her insane when one of them develops a crush because she doesn't get it.

Her clones are not perfect copies of her. She's had to recall one or two because they refuse to help in her crime sprees.

All her clones are effectively vegetarian because they can only consume ink. Ever since she became Lady Redundant Woman, Beatrice has had to supplement her own diet with ink every now and then. She can just change out her ink cartridge, but it's surprisingly cheaper to just eat ink. Also less of a hassle.

Lady Redundant Woman herself might also just be vegetarian. We haven't figured that out yet.

Tall woman. She stands at 6'1" plus her boots make her appear a couple inches taller. She looks shorter as Beatrice because of her Customer Service Slouch(TM).

She's ambidextrous.

Todd "Scoops" Ming

Hitting him with the trans beam. Came about because of that one episode where, aside from Bob, he was the only boy in the scouts group. We think he joined before he transitioned, and then when he did come out as trans the group wanted him to stay <3 Now he's one of the exceptions because it'd be rude to kick him and also all the other scouts will defend his place with their dying breaths.

Aside from Eugene May (because no one is gonna catch up with him), he's the tallest kid in 7th grade right now at 4'11".

While currently dating Violet, Scoops is bi and has had a couple crushes before Violet. His type seems to be blondes with weird eyes...

ale: we gave him ugly shoes because his top half is the only thing that needs to look presentable.

we obviously also fixed his skintone and haircut. we love you wordgirl, you did this kid so incredibly dirty.

we made his shirt blue because he's a little older now and Raven thought he deserved to have a different shirt.

Violet Heaslip

Her eyes are an unusual pinkish-purple color. Becky and Scoops think it's really cool.

She's currently the same height as Victoria.

Back in 4th grade/beginning of 5th grade she had a crush on Becky. She outgrew it halfway through the school year.

ale: we really just gave her an all-new detailed outfit because, as we realized after we finished her, her outfit is so.... plain for an art kid!

her pockets full of flowers are inspired by a piece of fanart showing the worg kids as elementary schoolers. the doodles on her skirt are inspired by a Dear Evan Hansen lyric.

gets a beret because she's an artist <3

i gave her warmly rainbow socks because i thought they'd look like something i'd see in a Justice as a kid.

TJ Botsford

"TJ" is short for Tim Jr.

His birthday is May 4th.

He's gay but hasn't figured it out yet. Got more important things to worry about such as how to grow the WordGirl Fan Club.

ale: made his skin darker to match with his parents, and his hair darker to match with his skin. and gave him a fade because, like. look at him. he would.

Tim and Sally Botsford (Do not separate <3)

Both are in their late 30's but Sally is older by a couple years.

Tim is just a little taller than average at 5'10", while Sally is close to average height at 5'4", but wears 3 inch heels to give herself that extra height. Makes her a little more intimidating at her job.

They met in college at the ice cream parlor from Whammer Anniversary <3 it was for some get together/study group and the two just clicked.

Their wedding anniversary is October 13th.

Tim is pan.

Tim's family specifically is of Ethiopian descent. It's why his spicier meals pack such a punch.

We mostly just like Sally the way she is <3

As we've mentioned before, Sally is Afro-Latina.

Shown in the episode That's Entertainment, Sally's hair actually becomes poofy and curly when not "blow-dried." Her hair is still like this (it's what inspired us to make her Afro-Latina), but we've decided that her hair becomes straightened through normal straightening means.

ale: made Tim's hair more afro-textured for obvious reasons. also it's canon that it used to look like that. also, he's graying more.

made Tim more brown because we couldn't live with keeping him orange.

i INSISTED that he keep his horrible outfit. everyone watching me draw him hated it, however, he is my "horrible fashion sense" king.

we mostly kept Sally the same, just made her skin more skin-tone like. also, we turned that weird line in her hair into a gray streak, because she's a little older now, and we couldn't figure out why it was there.

#wordgirl #raven rambles #ale announces #kid math #mr big #leslie #granny may #walter may #victoria best #lady redundant woman #todd scoops ming #violet heaslip #tj botsford #tim botsford #sally botsford

[moody4world]

Got my twin with me like the parent trap (pt.4)

A/N: I know it took forever to post this and I sincerely apologize. I was super busy and couldn’t find the time to sit down and write how I wanted to. Hope this makes up for it🤍

Once Jack was done helping Andre unpack he went downstairs to his studio to continue on a new song he was writing. As much as he tried he couldn’t get the thought of Hayden looking and acting different out of his mind. “I go a few weeks without seeing the kid and suddenly something’s off.” He says to himself. He shakes the thoughts off and goes back to writing.

Meanwhile Andre just walked outside to the pool in his swimming trunks ready to test out the pool. As expected, Stephanie was also near the pool with his dad, on one of the fancy chairs that his uncle Jack definitely did not choose on his own. “Come on Hayds let me introduce you to a friend of mine. This is Stephanie Walsh.” Urban wrapped his arm around Andre’s shoulder pulling him closer to Stephanie.

“Hi, well well well if it isn’t the famous Hayden, I have been hearing things about you all summer.” Was the first thing Stephanie said to Andre. He didn’t like how she spoke in a baby voice to him as if he was a little kid, not even his own parents did that to him. If he was raised a little less proper he would’ve been a bit mean towards his dad’s supposed friend but he was raised right so he kept his composure to the best of his abilities. “Well here I am.” Andre said with some fake enthusiasm.

“Oh Urban he is adorable.” Urban had a proud smile on his face, however Andre was not as amused. “You know, your father talks about you all the time. I was convinced you’d be a little daddy’s boy but you are so grown up.”

Her tone was really getting on Andre’s nerves. “Yeah, i’ll be seventeen soon. How old are you, thirty seven?” Andre could see Stephanie’s eyebrows go up in shock. “I’m twenty four actually.” “Oh so only seven years older than me..how old are you again dad?” Urban noticed that there was some slight tension going on and immediately got up at that question. “Wow suddenly you like math, uhm i’m gonna go inside and get some more pizza and maybe a couple beers to celebrate.” “What are we celebrating?” Andre asked all confused. “Your homecoming of course.” Stephanie answered obviously. “Be right back.” Urban left the two alone as he went inside.

Just as Urban walked away, Stephanie’s phone started ringing. “Stephanie Walsh” She raised a finger towards Andre in a ‘give me a moment’ gesture and continued her call. Andre decided to go on and dip his toes in the water to check the temperature. His ears however were listening to Stephanie’s conversation. “Hello Mr. Tanner, oh yes of course.”

“Mhm i’m writing it all down.” At that sentence Andre turned to look at her, knowing that it was a full on lie. “Oh of course it’s a great plan and I agree but unfortunately Mr. Wyatt and Mr. Harlow will be out of the country those days.” This also caught Andre’s attention. “Yes I will pass the message to him, thank you.” Once she hung up and set her phone aside she decided to engage in more conversation with Andre as if nothing had just happened.

She scooted to the end of the poolside chair so she could be somewhat closer to where Andre was sitting at the edge of the pool. “So Hayds, how was camp? Was it adventurous?” Andre did not answer the question, instead he decided to ask what really interested him. “My dad’s going out of the country?” “Oh no, I just had to tell a little white lie to get him out of something.” Stephanie giggled awkwardly. “You know, I have never heard a man talk about his kid the way your father talks about you, you two seem pretty close. Even your uncle speaks very highly of you.” Andre stood up, getting ready to jump into the pool. “Well you know, we are pretty close. We’re all each other have.” He shrugged with a mischievous smirk before cannonballing into the pool, splashing water all over Stephanie’s dress.

She squealed and hurriedly stood up from her chair. She grabbed the nearest towel on the other chair and started patting herself dry. Once Andre got back up he acted shocked and sympathetic. “Oh sorry, did I get you wet Steph?” He asked in a mocking tone. Stephanie sighed frustratingly and replied “Oh just a bit Hayds.”

“You know, your dad took me riding the other day and he let me borrow your bike. I hope that’s okay with you.” “Oh sure. The bike did feel strange when i used it earlier..not that you’re strange or anything. Actually compared to the others you’re pretty normal.”

Stephanie raised an eyebrow at that. “Others? what others?” “I mean… if I was a woman I would want to know about the other women if I was number twenty nine in a man’s life.”

“I’m number twenty nine?” Stephanie asked offendedly. “Yeah, it’s always the same routine. Bike riding, take her to the studio, romantic dinners multiple nights.” Just as Stephanie was about to ask another question Urban came back out with a pizza box in one hand and some bottles of beer in the other.

Later that night Andre texted Hayden who was more than happy about being in London and meeting his mother.

Andre 💂🏽‍♂️

Facetime me right now!!!

Hayds🤞🏽

uhhh you know it’s day time over here right? do you want my ass to get caught?!

Andre 💂🏽‍♂️

It’s really not that hard Hayden just facetime me this is a serious problem!!!

Hayds 🤞🏽

ok ok damn chill with the exclamation marks btw thank god we both have the same phone with a clear case because i completely forgot that our people could notice that

Andre 💂🏽‍♂️

Thank god one of us has a brain. I noticed that from the beginning which is why I never bothered about it and could you PLEASE use commas when you text? You’re making my life harder than it is right now. FACETIME ME.

Hayden rolled his eyes at his dramatic brother and finally face timed him.

“What was such a big problem that it had to be over facetime? You better not ruin this for the both of us.” Hayden said as soon as Andre accepted the call.

“Well you’re going to want to hear this so brace yourself. Dad has a girlfriend.”

The reaction that Andre was waiting for never came. Hayden simply stared at him, sort of waiting for him to say something else. “Well? Aren’t you going to say something about that?” Andre asks annoyedly. “Nope, dad has a new ‘girlfriend’ every other month Andre, it’s nothing to worry about.” Hayden shrugs

“You told me that but this one seems like a serious thing Hayds, he let her borrow your bike.” Unlike the first announcement, this time Hayden definitely reacted. He was shocked that his dad would let someone borrow his bike that was so precious to him. “MY BIKE?! My precious baby, is she okay?! Did you check everything for me?!”

Andre rolled his eyes. “Yes I checked your precious baby for you…weirdo.” “It’s so funny when you say shit like weirdo with your british accent. So what are we gonna do about this girl? What’s her name anyway and what does she look like?” “Her name is Stephanie Walsh, some type of banker. Long black hair, kinda looks like Vanessa Hudgens.” “Banker?! that’s new.” “Exactly. And get this, no bbl and no fillers either. “No bbl AND no fillers? That’s definitely new when it comes to dad. We might have a problem on our hands Andre.”

“Ya think?! You HAVE to bring mom over here immediately.” Andre demanded. “Andre are you crazy? I’ve only had one day with her. I can’t and I won’t. I wan’t to spend more time with her.” “But dad’s in love!” “Dad doesn’t fall in love, we’ll be fine. Just break them up, lie about something if you have to.”

“Well I would but i’m clearly at a slight disadvantage. I only met the man less than twenty four hours ago.”

“Oh sorry what was that? My airpods cut off I can’t hear you Andre.”

“Can you hear me now?”

“I- connection- hear- you” Hayden lied while turning his wifi on and off.

“Hayd-“ Hayden hung up the facetime, cutting his brother off. He was having so much fun getting to spend time with you that the thought of going back to a life without his mom really saddened him. He wasn’t ready for that.

The next morning in Louisville, Andre was with Jack in the kitchen while Jack was making breakfast for the two. “Your dad wanted to go for a bike ride with you but you overslept so he asked you to meet him in the backyard with your bike later when you’re done with breakfast.” “Oh okay sure.”

“But of course I would oversleep too if I was up at three in the morning on a phone call.” Jack said suspiciously.

“Oh that.. I was calling my friend from camp. They forgot about our time difference so they called me.”

Jack stared at Andre hoping that he would crack but the boy did not budge. “Okay, if you say so.”

“Meet your dad when you’re done with breakfast.” Andre took one bite from his toast and said “All done” and ran to the door. Andre pulled and pulled on the door but it wouldn’t move. “Push bro.”Jack said watching him from the kitchen. Andre pushed the door and it opened with ease. Well that’s embarrassing. “Oh..right I forgot.” He ran out to the backyard to meet up with his dad. Jack shook his head at Andre’s actions. He couldn’t help but wonder “What has gotten into that kid?”

Urban and Andre were riding their bikes to a nearby park where Urb would usually do bike rides with Hayden. “Hayd I wanna talk to you about Stephanie.” Urban said out of the blue. “And I want to talk to you about my mother.” Andre said. Urban glances at him quickly before looking back to where he’s riding. “What about your mother?” “Well I still haven’t met her and i’m turning seventeen soon. Dad I really thinks it’s about time I have a mom.” “I do think it’s about time you have a mom.” As they pulled up to the parking lot, to Andre’s surprise, Stephanie was also there but she had another man with her. They got off of their bikes and went to Stephanie and her friend.

“Hey honey.” She greeted Urban excitingly with a huge smile on her face. She hugged him and kisses his cheek, leaving a print from her red lipstick. “Hi Hayd.” Andre simply nods curtly to her. “Stephanie.”

She falsely smiles and turns back to Urban. “Have you told him yet?” “About to.” The two whisper to each other with Andre and the other man standing there awkwardly. “Why don’t the three of us go out to dinner tonight?” She suggested out loud. “Oh no can do Steph I promised Hayd we’d hang out all day today.” Urban declined. “That’s fine, I have plenty of work to do. We’ll talk later Urby.” Stephanie turned around and walked to what seemed to be her car followed by her friend who Andre assumed was her assistant. Once they’re in the car, Stephanie lets out an annoyed groan. “Step one, get that annoying and sassy little boy into a far away boarding school.” She started the car and they drove off.

As Urban and Andre are taking the usual path, Urban makes a stop once they reached the top of the path. “Are you excited for our camping trip?” “What camping trip?” “What camping trip?” Urban repeated in offense. “The one we take every summer before you go back to school.” He says. “Oh yeah that camping trip. Yeah i can’t wait!” He lied.

“So uh Hayd, what do you think of Stephanie?” Urban asked him. “As what dad? Your financial adviser? Your friend? Your-“ “No just in general Hayd, what do you think of her? As a person.” Andre did not like where this was going at all. Was he really so smitten over this girl??? “Well, she’s cute, she has nice teeth. Honestly dad Stephanie’s a complete stranger to me. Why do you want my opinion on her anyway?”

“I’ll tell you why Hayd.” Urban turned to Andre. “Hayd, believe it or not.” Andre didn’t let Urban finish his sentence. He refused. So he did the next best thing he could think of. “RACE YOU HOME DAD” he said as he took off on his bike, paddling as fast as he could so he can get home. “HAYD i’m trying to tell you something” Urban called after him but Andre paid no mind. Urban started paddling as well but Andre was already far gone. Once andre got to the yard he threw his bike down and ran into the house.

He was walking back and forth in the living room completely stressed. “This is too much for me to handle! I can’t handle all of this i’m just a kid!” He told himself. He leaned on the back of the seat, taking off his hat to scratch his hair. “You got something you wanna share with the class, big man?” Andre gasped and jumped from shock. He had no idea Jack had been sitting in the exact seat he leaned on. “Jack! you gave me a fright.” He said breathing heavily while he held his chest. Jack frowned and stood up from the chair with his hands on his hips. “I gave you a fright?” He asked all perplexed as he crossed his arms. “I mean you scared me, I didn’t know you were sitting there.” “Are you sure there isn’t anything you wanna talk to me about?” Jack asked him once again.

“Like why you don’t ask about my songs anymore or how your appetite has changed and why you’re using expressions like ‘you gave me a fright’?” Jack asks while circling him intimidatingly. Andre was undoubtedly nervous. “Jack I changed a lot over the summer…that’s all.” He said calmly and surprisingly Jack accepted it. “Okay.” or so Andre thought. “Well if I didn’t know any better i’d say it’s almost like you were…” Jack stopped himself. “Forget it, it’s impossible.” He turned around to walk away. “Almost as if I were who, Jack?” Andre asked him curiously. “Nobody, nobody. Forget I mentioned it.” Jack laughed nervously and turned back around. “Almost as if I were…Andre?” At that moment Jack froze.

He turned around and took a couple steps closer to who he thought was Hayden. “You know about Andre?” He asked him surprisingly. Andre took one deep breath before telling Jack “I AM Andre.” Jack’s eyes had never been so wide. He couldn’t believe it but it all made sense now.

Before he could say anything else, Urban stormed in, startling them. “Hayd, why did you take off like that? I told you I wanted to talk to you about something.” Urban noticed Jack still standing in the same spot he was in when Andre told him the truth. He had a look of admiration in his eyes. Like a father holding their child for the first time. It was almost as if he had tears in his eyes. “Jack why are you staring at him like that?”

Andre begged Jack with his eyes to not say a word. “Like what? I’m not looking at him in a special way. I’m looking at him the same way I have in 16 years.” He swallowed down his tears. “Since the day he came back from the hospital. Seven pounds, eleven ounces and twenty one inches, this is how I look at him.” He said as he teared up uncontrollably at the end. “Can I hug him?” Jack was an emotional wreck. He hugged Andre super tight as he rubbed his back. “He’s so awesome. And so grown up.” Jack sobbed.

Andre hugged him back with a very happy smile. It felt good that he could finally officially meet a family member as himself. Jack accepting him with literal open arms was such a nice, warm, reassuring feeling that he will never forget. Jack finally let go of him and started making his way towards his room. Still facing them he tells Andre “I’m gonna order something special for you to eat. What would you like? Anything? You know what? It doesn’t matter, i’m just gonna order everything I can.” And he was gone.

Urban simply shook his head at his weird best friend. “Come here Hayd” He guided Andre to the sofa nearby. “We have to talk.” Andre took a seat on the sofa and Urban sat on the coffee table directly in-front of him. “Okay, shoot.” “Buddy, I wanna know what you think about making Stephanie part of the family.” “Part of OUR family?” Andre asked skeptically. Urban nodded his head. “Yeah.”

Andre pretended to think for a few seconds and replied. “I think it’s an awesome idea.” “Yeah?” “Inspiring!” “You do?” Andre thought of another word. “Brilliant!” He said, full of enthusiasm. “You do?” Urban asked excitingly. “Totally! I mean it’s a dream come true, i’ve always wanted a big sister.”

Urban’s smile dimmed a bit as he laughed nervously. “Uhm Hayd I think we missed the point.” And Hayden said “No we’re not, we’re going to adopt Stephanie. That is so sweet dad.” Urban shook his head immediately saying “No, i’m not going to adopt her. I would like to marry her.”

“MARRY HER?!” Andre jumped up from his seat. And started pacing angrily. “That’s insane! You can’t marry a woman young enough to be my older sister.”

“No puedes hacerme esto.” “Hayd” “Y mi mamá?!” “Hayd” Urban tried to grasp his attention but Andre was rambling non stop. “Nunca estuviste enamorado de nadie, que ves en ella???” “HAYD” Urban finally got him to stop pacing and calm down. “Was that spanish?” Urban was very confused. Since when did his son speak spanish. “I uhm I learned it at camp. Look i’m sorry. Let’s just discuss this calmly and rationally.” He said as he took a couple deep breaths. “Yeah and in english if you don’t mind.” Was Urban’s reply. “Bud what has gotten into you?” “Nothing, it’s just..dad you can NOT marry her it’ll ruin everything.”

Andre couldn’t take his anger anymore and decided to step outside. Urban sighed out of frustration and got up from where he was sitting. As he turned around he caught Jack staring at him from the kitchen opening. “Don’t look at me, I know nothing.” Jack rushed and walked out of Urban’s sight.

Just as Urban was stepping out into the porch, a bright red mustang pulls in. It’s Stephanie. Urban took a seat and stretching his legs out. “Hey Urby!” “Hey” Urban was obviously tired. “You sound stressed.” Stephanie says while taking a seat on Urban’s lap. “How about a drink?” She suggested. “Can you make mine double?” Stephanie giggled before pulling a bell out of her bag and started ringing it loudly. “Jack~” She yelled simultaneously. She repeated this process three times until Jack finally came outside with an annoyed facial expression. “You rang?” He asked sarcastically.

“Could you pour us a drink please? And make Urby’s double.” Jack looked at her as if she just lost her mind. He turned to Urban to see if they were serious. “Please Jack?” Was all Urban said and Jack rolled his eyes and walked back inside as he shook his head in disbelief.

“I told Hayden.” Urban sighed to Stephanie as she played with his hair. “And how did that go?”

#moody4world #moody fics #parent trap au #parent trap #urban wyatt x reader #urban wyatt x you #urban wyatt #urban wyatt imagine #jack harlow #urban wyatt fic

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Can’t help but think of little tkk butch Danielle with the smell of Johanna’s fancy, sweet perfume stuck in her nose because that girl sprayed a hate note with it like a love letter.

Also, Eternal Sunshine AU with Daniel (Joel) who is going through it and finds out about his ex, Johnny, who chose to forget him. Not sure who Patrick would be (Dutch? Kreese? Another?) Just saying he’d have that S5 depression stubble and longer hair.

Idk random. Feel free to ignore.

UGH!!! i LOVE THIS ASK SO MUCH, okay okay let me get into this:

tkk lesbian lawrusso my ABSOLUTE beloved!! i get into the topic in later chapters of but the noise goes on (which im excited to share) but yes!! you’re so right!! i think that in early tkk johnny is probably wearing a lot more femme clothing because she’s wearing whatever her mom buys for her and so danielle gets SO FRUSTRATED AND ANNOYED by this pleated skirt, pink sweater blonde who looks like such a nice girl at school but when she’s out with the cobras, she steals their clothes and she wears that red leather jacket that danielle just kind of obsessed over. (baby lesbian johnny wearing dutch’s shirt, bobby’s pants when she knows sid and laura won’t be around for a while) meanwhile danielle wears both her mom and her dad’s and all her cousins’ hand me downs so it’s always a mess of huge flannels and then her mom’s flower patterned shirts (and UGLY CAMOS BECAUSE I WILL NEVER FORGET THAT CANON ATROCITY) and then after she meets mr miyagi you know she’s stealing all his shirts too!

johnny would wear this kind of expensive perfume her mom got her for christmas that smells like vanilla but underneath there’s the smell of leather and sweat and men deodorant she stole from tommy in the lockers and she writes these nasty bitchy notes to danielle à la regina george and danielle is like UGH I HATE HER AND HER BEAUTIFUL GORGEOUS HAIR AND HER INTOXICATING SMELL!!! meanwhile johnny is writing mrs johnny larusso in the margins of her math book and then gets mad at herself for it.

i haven’t seen eternal sunshine of the spotless mind because i know it would absolutely destroy me emotionally but i loooooove break up/make up stories im a huge angst lover and after reading the wiki i totally agree. i think kreese would probably use daniel’s memories to get johnny to join him again? (or date him? im not a kreerence shipper but i can see that too) and i can totally see johnny and daniel fall back in love with each other even without their memories. also, kinda need billy zabka in kate winslet’s fits, blue hair and all. it would heal me i think. and gooood, yes divorced!daniel, with maybe some white hair in that beard (pls ck directors let ralph macchio have white hair he looks so good)

thank you for the ask!! i loved this!!

#*asks #ask AUs

[antisociallilbrat]

Some Byerson perhaps. I'm love them your honor

I got you Rose. This was actually my first time writing from Dustin's perspective so I hope I did okay. I also hope this ficlet isn't as boring as I feel it is.

Once a year the University likes to host this big fancy party that includes all the departments. From the sciences to the literature to the math to the history department. Each department also has a ‘representative’ to say some sort of dumb speech. 

This is how Dustin finds himself in an uncomfortable suit and tries to quell his nerves. He’s a charming guy, he knows, but this crowd is huge compared to any he’s talked to before and he’s worried about making a fool of himself. But he’s Dustin Henderson he reminds himself, even if he makes a fool of himself it’s just part of his charming character.

The history department’s representative was fumbling over her speech and she was miserably trying to wrap it up and he felt pity for her. Well, he’ll at least do better than that. 

Before he knows it, it’s his turn in front of the podium, standing in front of about five hundred people. He makes a joke out of it, “I can’t believe they’ve managed to round up this many people and force them to listen to my boring speech.”

The crowd gives him muted laughter which is more than he could hope for. He’s the last presenter and everyone is eager for the actual party to begin. The food from the buffet is starting to smell enticing.

His speech drones on, thanking all the people he needs to thank, and talking praise about the department’s professors- even the shitty ones. 

There’s a guy in the crowd near the front that his eyes keep landing on. He’s cute with his brown suit and he smiles at him every time their eyes meet. He would dare say that he makes his heart ‘flutter’. 

At some point, it feels like he’s just talking to the guy. He’s given up on trying to make his eyes roam the room and just enjoys the private smiles they share. There’s just something about him that makes him have Dustin’s full attention. He’s talking about what the science department plans to accomplish this year but instead, he wishes he was telling this guy how pretty his eyes are. 

His speech comes to an end and runs into one of his professors who congratulates him, “Mr. Henderson you did exceptionally out there,” he praises. 

“Yeah thanks, P. Rocker, it was pretty easy,” he’s not trying to be rude but he doesn’t exactly hide the way he looks around his professor, seeking out the guy from the crowd.

His professor picks up on his distracted behavior, “You good Mr. Henderson? Are you expecting to see someone?”

It’s then that Dustin finds the guy again…leaving the hall and heading towards the dance floor, “Yes- sorta, kinda. I have to go, talk to you later P. Rocker!” he yells over his shoulder as he brushes past him. 

The ‘dance’ area is an open space filled with people. Those who choose not to eat came here. This is a fancy party so it’s a lot of stiff dancing, the students biding their time till the professors have had enough to drink that they can actually dance. 

He can’t find the guy at first and starts to worry that maybe he missed his chance. Maybe he could ask around but he doesn’t even know what department the guy belongs to. 

Feeling dejected he makes his way to the punch bowl, feeling more disappointed when he realizes it isn’t spiked yet. He leans against the wall watching the crowd, he’ll probably just leave soon and go back to his dorm to his cat.  

That’s what he’ll do. As he’s leaving this stupid event, ready to take this uncomfortable collar off, someone knocks into his back. His punch splatters against the front of his rented suit.

“I’m so sorry!” someone says right as he turns around. 

The curse words die on his tongue as he realizes it was the guy from the crowd who knocked in to him. He runs a hand through his hair and ignores his soaked front, “No big deal, the color red has always suited me.”

The guy gives him the most unimpressed look but eventually smiles, “Come on, let me help you get this stain out.

“We just met and you’re already leading me to the bathroom, wow. Don’t you at least want to know my name?”

“It’s Dustin,” he says, turning on his heel, “You said it during your speech.”

“Oh yeah…Do I get to know yours then?”

The guy tosses him a smile over his shoulder, “It’s Will, now come on, that stain won’t get it out itself!” 

A couple of months later when they’re dating Dustin learns Will knocked in to him on purpose because he didn’t know how else to approach him. Dustin had to eat the cost of the rented suit but he doesn’t regret it for a minute. 

Requests are tentatively open

#thanks for the ask Rose! #i hope I fed your byerson needs #sam answers asks #dustin henderson #will byers #byerson #stranger things 4 #stranger things

[unholyhelbig]

Ronancetober Day #8: Ronance Anthem

[A/N: If you haven't listened to Noah Kahan's Stick Season yet, do yourself a favor and please do!]

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Summary: Based on the song "Stick Season" by Noah Kahan, Robin returns to Hawkins years after Nancy broke her heart. While visiting her family for the holidays she runs into a familiar face.

The lights in the grocery store hummed like a fly trapped against a windowpane. Robin Buckley didn’t know if it was the hangover she struggled to nurse, or the stretching aisles of identical marketing that amplified them. She had briefly forgotten why she came into the market in the first place, holding a weighty can of soup with a non-descript label for an unnaturally long time.

She hadn’t been back in Hawkins Indiana for years, and after stopping at the closest bar to the airport and drowning her sorrows about the fact, and sleeping off her habits in a local two-story motel, she decided to feed her body in some way. Soup would stay down, or at least she thought it would.

Finally, Robin had caved to her mother’s invitation to come back home for the holidays. The past two Thanksgivings were spent alone, and the ones before that her father had driven to San Francisco to make reservations at a fancy restaurant. It consisted for two hours of awkward conversation before he would sleep on her pull-out couch and leave the next morning. Her mother never had the heart to make the trip.

It was time for Robin to go back to the sleepy town, her old stomping ground, and concede to forced family bonding. She hadn’t taken up the offer to stay in her old room, much to her mother’s dismay.

Truthfully, Robin wanted to forget everything about Hawkins. Keep the open wounds sealed up with sloppy stitches. That included the Ramone’s posters slapped up on her wall, and the fish tank that now sat empty, a ring of sediment where the water used to reach.

Robin snapped back to herself when she turned and ran straight into someone in the aisle. Cans of soup mixed with cans of cranberries. She and another woman rushed to pick them up, scrambling out apologies at the same time, overlapping one another but getting the sentiment.

“I really should watch where I’m going,” The woman said, straightening up.

Robin recognized those eyes. Though older, and dimmer with age, they still held a certain edge of careful care. However, there was no recognition behind them, not at first. She stacked her canned cranberry, pushing the heavy-framed glasses to the bridge of her nose.

“No, no it was me,” Robin said, lilting her head to the side with caution. “Mrs. Wheeler?”

She laughed humorlessly, finally scrutinizing Robin “Mrs. Wheeler, no one has called me that since… Oh, drat, you’re the Buckley girl. Robin.”

A smile broke across her face as she apologized again, and this time pulled Robin into an awkward hug where they sandwiched the canned items in between them. She still smelled warm, like pumpkin spice and kitchen cleaner.

“My word, it’s been so long. Are you still working for that computer company out West? I haven’t seen your mother since, well, it’s been years.”

Robin nodded, turning the can of soup over in her hand. It had started as something out of a friend's garage and had grown to one of the top coding platforms in the new age of the internet. Big modems and black screens with millions of numbers. It was like a puzzle: a puzzle her parents didn't understand. Most of the world didn’t understand either. But Robin had put her faith in it, slept on a rickety couch in her boss’s garage before he had enough money to not only get an office space but an apartment above it for her to live in.

“I am, Holly just graduated high school, didn't she?”

“Quick at math, as always. She did. Gosh, it’s been so long since I’ve seen you, kids. Funny, isn’t it? Nancy and Mike finally made the trip home this year too.”

Robin got hit with a sudden wave of nausea that could be from the shitty Rolling Rock beer that she had downed the night before, the corn nuts that settled right at the base of her stomach. But more than anything, she knew it was at the mention of Nancy’s name. Seeing Karen was shocking enough.

“Is that so?”

“Oh yes!” She pushed her glasses back up to the bridge of her nose. “We’re having a get-together tonight, as a matter of fact. Forgot the cranberries. You should stop by.”

“I don’t know if that’s such-“

“Mike and Nancy will be so happy to see you! You remember where the house is, don’t you dear?”

How could Robin forget? She remembers the sweet musky smell of the basement, the lights that were always strung across old brown paneling. There was a warmth to Nancy Wheeler’s high school bedroom, a wire frame, and a pink bedspread that she would often settle under. They’d laugh, breath mingling, hair falling into gazes.

Robin whispered out “Yes ma’am.”

“Perfect! We’ll see you at eight.”

Robin nodded, dry-mouthed and stunned. She didn’t much feel like soup anymore and she watched as Karen gave her a kind wave and went along her way. There was no malice in the interaction. None at all. Karen Wheeler had been oblivious to the relationship that Robin had shared with her daughter.

Nor did she know about the conversation they had in the Station Wagon just days before Nancy went to Emerson, and Robin resigned to the fact that they had passed her exit that night for a reason.

She should have eaten something to calm her nerves, but instead, she stopped at the nearest liquor store (honestly, the only liquor store) that Hawkins had to offer. She had picked up a good bottle of brandy because she knew that Ted Wheeler was a fan.

Nancy had broken the lock off the liquor cabinet the first night after the earthquake that ripped apart the town their senior year. They had gotten drunk off the greenish liquid. It burned Robin’s throat and her stomach, but she liked the way it tasted against Nancy’s lips.

Robin had the glass bottle tucked against her side when she knocked on the door and held her breath, counting the seconds before it swung open, and warmth hit her like a ton of bricks. The Wheeler house smelled slightly spiced for the holiday, and Robin took her time before looking at the person who stood across the threshold.

Mike Wheeler was still lanky but somehow had sprouted another few inches. He had a serious look on his face that reminded Robin again of the liquor cabinet and the stern talking to she had received from Ted Wheeler, still woozy and free.

“Please tell me that’s the good stuff,” he said, voice deeper than she remembers.

“The best money can buy.”

Mike pulled her into an unexpected hug. His hair was shaggy, stubble scratching Robin’s face. She had never been close to Nancy’s kid brother, but she had stood with him on multiple occasions. He had walked in on her and Nancy when they were younger and dutifully kept the secret, too. That meant that he was okay in Robins's book, despite swiping the brandy upon their broken hug.

“Did you pre-game?” Mike asked.

“Oh, you have no idea how much I wanted to. Your mom really laid on the charm and the guilt. It’s a talent.”

“Why do you think I flew in from Florida? You could pry those white sand beaches from my cold dead hands before you caught me dead back in Hawkins in the middle of winter.”

Robin had heard that Mike took a path less desired from a father’s standpoint. He had graduated college but abandoned the degree the second he took a cross-country trip to the east coast. He fell hard and fast for the waves and ended up opening his own spear-fishing business in the gulf of Florida. Or at least, that’s what Robin had heard. His dark tan seemed to support this rumor.

“Michael, who was at the door?” Karen’s voice flitted from the kitchen, the warmest place in the house.

He lifted his eyebrows and lead Robin through the familiar paneled hallway into the kitchen. Karen wore a velvet red dress that matched the cans of cranberry she had picked up from the store earlier. Her makeup was impeccable. Holly sat at the kitchen table, hunched over a notebook with her blonde hair falling into her eyes.

Karen clapped her hands together “Robin!”

“Jesus’ mom!” Holly gasped, turning to face she and Mike.

There was no recognition in her eyes, and Robin didn’t expect there to be any. She was merely six when Robin first started showing her face in the Wheeler home. Still, she smiled and gave a nervous wave that Robin returned. Her heart was in her throat and her stomach was in her ass, and the anticipation of seeing Nancy Wheeler ebbed at the back of her mind.  

“Nancy is out back,” Mike whispered to her as he placed the bottle of bourbon on the counter.

She hugged Karen Wheeler again and excused herself to the backyard. Snow had barely begun to fall, her breath clouding each time it passed her lips. There was the scent of the bonfire a few houses down and the last crickets of the season sang their song.

Robin could hear the creaking of the swing set that was in the Wheeler's backyard, the chains having rusted. Robin shivered into herself and shoved her hands into the pockets of her jacket. She made us much noise against the gravel as she could.

Nancy had her head down, hands in her lap as she used the tip of her boot to shift her on the swing, back and forth, nothing dramatic. A pile of cut logs rested against the fence line behind her. She looked up at the sound of footsteps.

Robin had had crushes before. On Tammy Thompson and Vickie Richardson from band. Those started in the center of her soul and spread to her fingertips. But it was hard to forget the first love of your life, the girl who started at your fingertips and thawed your soul. Nancy Wheeler had been that love that split her in two.

Now she sat, staring at Robin with moon-stained eyes. She made Robin’s heart pound harder. There was a paleness to her complexion, a beauty to the curls that carried at her shoulders. She had on a jean jacket that probably didn’t’ warm her one bit. Her nose was raw, and red.

“My mom told me you were going to stop by.” She said.

Her voice was raspy as if she had just had a cold. As if she had been crying. Robin didn’t know which one it was. She walked closer and lowered herself into the swing next to Nancy. They sat in silence for a few moments.

“I should have asked you first.”

Nancy smiled “I know how she can get. You probably couldn’t get a word in edgewise.”

That smile sent chills down Robin's spine. She felt an ache at the sides of both of her legs were hitting the swing. She wasn’t as young as she used to be, and wasn’t meant to sit on a green plastic swing.

“What have you been up to?” Robin asked.

She knew what Nancy Wheeler had been up to. She had consistent contact with Steve Harrington, who had since gotten out of Hawkins himself. He lived in the same city as Nancy. New York was massive and intimidating and her boss wanted to open up a branch of the company there, but she shot him down in fear that she would see Nancy among the million other faces that roamed the streets.

It made more sense for Robin to meet Nancy here, back where everything started. Back where the rain fell consistently, and the only thing to do out here was drink in the convenience store parking lot.

“Rob, we can skip the small talk.”

“It’s better than no talk at all.” She shook her head, dug the front of her boot into the frozen dirt. “It’s been years. I… I didn’t expect you to call, or write, or visit but,”

“But I should have.”

The sentence hung in the air between them. Nancy had broken Robin’s heart into a million pieces as she sat in the passenger side of the station wagon. She had cried before she said anything, cheeks wet. Nancy had kept driving, saying the words without looking at Robin.

It was easier that way, she was sure. But Robin felt trapped. They were going to opposite sides of the coast, learning, and growing and it just made sense to leave small-town relationships right where they belonged.

Nancy was right; Robin had gone off to college and met Noah and he started the company that she worked at today. She discovered the variety of dorm rooms, and briefly a sorority. She had a couple of long-term relationships and even more short-term ones. None of them captured her heart like Nancy, and none of them broke her heart in the same manner.

Robin liked to think that with time came healing. But she still went fifteen blocks out of her way every morning to get stale coffee and a copy of the New York Times from the only place that sold it. She still read every single word that Nancy Wheeler wrote, and swiped her finger across the fresh ink as if the black impression brought her closer to the girl she had loved as a teenager.

“You’re working at a start-up that they think is going to change the world of technology.”

Robin brought her eyebrows together in concern, she stared at Nancy who stared ahead at the fat flakes that fell from the black sky.

“A coder. I never figured you for computer science but I’m glad that you fell into it. I have a feeling that the internet isn’t going anywhere, anytime soon. You live in a duplex that you’re renovating, and you have a dog named Pretzel, very cute, by the way.”

“You’ve been keeping tabs on me.”

“As have you.”

Robin swallowed hard and nodded. “Last I heard you were engaged, living on park avenue. No dogs, but two cats.”

“Was engaged. It’s his apartment on Park, so I am back in Brooklyn. I only got to keep one of the cats and Starsky misses Hutch.” Nancy laughed and a stream of smoke came from her lips, encircling her head before it dissipated into the air among the snow.

This was news. She would have to berate Steve later for skipping the information. Part of Robin, deep down, knew that she would hop on a plane and get down on one knee just to make sure Nancy Wheeler never left her life again.

“What a pair we are.” Robin shoved back on the swing, “You always have these big ideas about coming back to where you grew up, but sometimes things don’t work out the way we planned.”

“My plan made me lose the best thing in my life.” Nancy murmured softly, “and if I could, I would turn back time and apologize.”

Robin gasped dramatically “I think an apology would be wasted on Hutch.”

Nancy scoffed and punched Robin in the arm. She had a mean right hook, and Robin didn’t’ expect anything less. “Ow, Wheeler! Keep your hands to yourself.”

They smiled at each other. The tension that had been building for years wasn’t entirely erased. But it was thawing, little by little. Nancy’s little smile sent shockwaves through Robin. She figured that avoiding Nancy during the holidays would be a task that she dreaded. But after being invited here, after being in the warmth of her presence, it all came rushing back.

“Girls!” Karen Wheeler stuck her head out the back door. “You’re going to freeze out here!”

“Coming, mom!” Nancy called back, narrowing her eyes at Robin. “I’ll race you, Birdie.”

“Oh, prepare to eat your words, Wheeler.”

#robin buckley #nancy wheeler #Ronancetober #Ronancetober Day 8 #Ronance #Stranger things #Stranger things fanfiction

[talesofsorrowandofruin]

7 Snippets 7 People Tag

Thanks for tagging me, @tabswrites! :D

Here are seven snippets from Silver Glass (contains spoilers, obviously. Also contains homophobia, someone being forced into marrying someone they hate, murder, and descriptions of horribly-mutilated corpses):

1.

If Reverend and Mrs. Grantley knew what was happening under their noses they would probably die of shock.

Lennox — Alexander — is only in Cambridge for three days. (Five, if you count the night he arrived and the morning he leaves.) Then he's going to visit some relatives in Scotland. David tells himself it's for the best, that he is just as infatuated as Louis and in a few weeks he'll have forgotten about Alexander. He can't quite make himself believe it.

Alexander spends two days mostly with Reverend Grantley and other ministers, discussing dates and places that go over David's head. He can't find an excuse to hang around the house for long after breakfast, so he reluctantly leaves. He goes to the library and the cinema, but spends most of the time daydreaming about following Alexander to Scotland.

On the second day he also learns Alexander's age. He spends that night using all the maths he knows to try to reduce the difference between being born in September 1894 and being born in December 1897.

On the third day he volunteers to show Alexander around Cambridge.

"Of course, of course," Reverend Grantley says. He beams at David. "It's good to see you're making friends, Eames."

David's face heats up as his mind conjures up images of exactly how friendly he'd like to become with Alexander.

2.

In hindsight they were far too careless. They assumed that because no one had discovered them yet, that meant no one would discover them ever.

David can't remember what they were talking about. He remembers sitting on Alec's coat spread as an improvised blanket, next to Alec with his head on Alec's shoulder. He remembers really wanting to kiss him. And he remembers Alec kissing him back.

They end up lying on the ground. David is half on top of Alec. They're still kissing. Alec wraps his arms around David's waist and pulls him completely on top of himself. David can't wait any longer. He starts to unbutton Alec's shirt. Alec reaches for David's belt.

"Jesus H. Christ!"

They disentangle themselves and leap to their feet at the first word. David's vain hope that the newcomer hadn't got a good look at what they were doing dies when he sees who it is.

Gwladys Whare has just appeared at the side of the summer-house. From where she's standing she had a perfect view of them. And there was really no way to mistake what they'd been doing.

She stares at them both as if they're something she's scraped off her shoe. Alec rebuttons his shirt. David tries to smooth his hair down into something approaching respectability. A profoundly awkward silence descends.

Alec breaks it. "Miss Whare, I apologise for— We had no idea you were nearby. I beg you not to speak of this to anyone."

Miss Whare begins to smile. Her smile widens into something truly sadistic. "Oh, I bet you do. But what if I go right back to the house and tell them all? Maybe you can buy your way outta trouble, but your little tart will go right to jail."

David has never seen Alec so furious. He advances on her with a downright murderous expression. Her eyes widen and she clearly begins to regret the chance that brought her here. David wraps his arms around Alec's chest and holds him back.

Alec stops, but he doesn't relax. "What do you want?" he practically spits at her. "Money?"

Miss Whare recovers. Her cruel grin returns. "'Course. But more than that. My pa wants me to marry one of you lords with your fancy titles. Problem is, you lot don't seem so eager to marry me."

"I can't imagine why," David says under his breath.

"Now here you are. A lord with a title, and a secret that could send you to prison. Even if you bribe the police, I can go to the papers and ruin you in a day. So how about it? I get a title, you get money, I keep your secret, and you can keep him around to warm your bed. Lord knows I won't do it any more than I have to."

There's a stunned silence. David can't believe what he's hearing. Alec is shaking.

"Are you blackmailing me into marrying you?"

Miss Whare nods as if there's nothing unusual about the situation. David would like to punch her in her smug face.

"Think about it," she says. "Answer me tomorrow. If it's no, I'll phone the police."

3.

The clock chimes six. It's still dark outside. The room is cold and Alec is warm, but Davit forces himself to get up anyway. The servants will be along soon to light the fires. It won't matter if they find his own bed empty, but it most certainly will matter if they find him in Alec's.

Alec gets up too. He buttons Davit's shirt for him. They hold each other's gaze. It feels like they have an entire conversation in silence. Alec smooths the wrinkles out of Davit's shirt. He's wearing only his dressing gown, and it leaves a v-shaped portion of his chest exposed. Davit pulls it closed, then brushes a strand of hair away from Alec's eyes.

He takes the ring out of his pocket and puts it on.

"When are you going to tell her?" he asks.

Alec flinches. "It'll have to be early. Before she has time to tell anyone." He turns abruptly and goes over to his desk. He rummages through it until he finds his cheque book. "There's a house in London. Belonging to my father, but I use it when I'm in town and my father never leaves home any more. I'm giving it to you. Here's two thousand pounds— No, I won't take any argument. You should have much more; everything I own is yours now." He finds a writing pad and begins to scribble a letter. "This is to the housekeeper telling her that you have my full permission to live there."

"You'd better give a reason," Davit says, moving over to lean against the back of Alec's chair. "Tell her I'm your research assistant and gathering information on Orthodox Christianity."

Alec addresses the envelope and seals it. "I'll post this today. We... We can't spend too much time together. Nothing to give her more against us."

Davit sits down beside Alec — difficult when the chair was only meant for one. He ends up in Alec's lap. Neither of them is complaining.

He buries his face in the crook of Alec's neck. Alec pulls him close and holds onto him like a drowning man clinging to a rope.

4.

He and Alec have only one short meeting in private before Alec leaves too. They meet in the garden again and make their own arrangements: Davit will live in London until Alec divorces Gwladys. Alec is optimistic it shouldn't take too long. This shows every indication of being the shortest marriage in history.

"I know she's already writing to another man," Alec says. "As long as we stay apart she'll have no evidence against me."

Davit is slightly less optimistic. Once Gwladys has her claws in Alec, he can't imagine her letting go easily. "What if you have a child?"

Alec makes a disgusted face. "There's no chance of that. I have no intention of ever consummating this marriage."

"If you don't she'll use that against you." Davit pulls leaves off a stem of ivy clinging to the old summer house. "Consummate the marriage, play the loving husband when others are around, make sure she has nothing she can use against you."

Alec looks at him in surprise. Davit can guess what he's thinking. That this is odd advice for him to give. But Davit knows Gwladys is a genuine threat to both of them. The best way to deal with threats is with deceit.

"What do you want to do as soon as I get the divorce?" Alec asks.

Davit knows it won't be nearly as easy as that. But for once he allows himself to dream. "I'd like to travel. Visit Armenia. I've never been there."

"You're not from Armenia?"

He shakes his head. As he answers he can almost smell the blood and death and fire. "I was born in Adana."

From Alec's lack of reaction he can tell he doesn't recognise the name.

"We could go there too," Alec suggests.

Davit forces a laugh. "No. I wouldn't like that at all."

He doesn't look at Alec, but he knows Alec is staring at him.

"Davit? Davit, what's wrong?"

Ever since that night Alec has called him Davit. Sometimes he forgets how to pronounce it and says it like David with a T.

Davit rubs his eyes. He isn't crying, but his eyes sting. Alec puts his arm around him and pulls him close. He doesn't say anything. Davit takes a deep breath. He rests his chin on Alec's shoulder so he can't see his face.

"Have you heard of the Adana massacre?" he asks. His voice is flat. His chest feels like it's going to cave in.

Alec inhales sharply. "I remember now." He tightens his arms around Davit. "You were there?"

Davit nods. "I can't talk about it."

They say nothing for a while. Alec simply holds Davit, and Davit tries to piece himself back together.

5.

Yo-han had witnessed some grisly spectacles in his career. The man whose chest had been sawn open and all his internal organs removed held the title for the most grisly. He had fierce competition, though, including the woman who had lost half of her face in a bear attack, the man who had spilled acid on his arms, and Rachael Patton-Langdale with a chunk blown out of her skull.

His history gave him an advantage. He could examine the murder victims relatively impassively while the police constable was trying not to be sick.

Both victims were hung by the neck from different branches of the tree. Both ropes had been cut from the same length of rope, which was unusually thick and had probably been taken from a boat. The bodies had been dragged over to the tree from somewhere across the lawn.

Victim one: Mrs. Lennox. She was fully dressed in a plain white frock, not an evening dress. Her hair had been pinned up. Now most of it hung loose and was matted with blood. Her expression was mildly surprised but not frightened. She hadn't seen her death coming.

She had been struck in the back of the head with a heavy, blunt object. The murderer had hit her with such force that part of her skull had caved in.

Victim two: Çelik Bey. He was shirtless. His face was contorted into a ghastly silent scream. He had certainly seen his death coming.

It was a cliché of crime novels to say someone's throat had been cut from ear to ear. Yet that was the only way to describe it. The murderer had slashed so deeply into his neck that they had almost decapitated him. The rope holding him up was looped around his chest under his arms, because his head would have been pulled off if the murderer tried to hang him by what remained of his neck. His chest and arms were sliced all over with shallow cuts.

Yo-han leaned in to get a closer look. All of them had been inflicted with a long, sharp blade. The cut throat had probably been inflicted with the same weapon.

He was used to gory sights. All the same, he was glad the news had arrived before he had time to have breakfast.

6.

Yo-han turned away from the safe, and almost tripped over those damn slippers again. He kicked them out of the way in annoyance. Then he stopped.

"Mrs. Lennox was wearing outdoor shoes when she died," he said slowly. "So she took off her slippers herself. But the more natural place to leave them would be near the top of the bed."

He looked at the bedside cabinet. It had a cupboard at the bottom. He placed the slippers in front of the cupboard door and tried to open it. They were in the way.

"The thief also went through Mrs. Lennox's cupboard," he said. "Why? No one keeps valuables where they can be discovered so easily."

Until now Constable Martin had been hovering awkwardly by the window, looking like he felt there was nothing for him to do but couldn't think of how to leave. Now he came over to investigate too. Eames moved to the side of the cupboard to get a better view.

Yo-han moved the slippers out of the way and opened the cupboard. It had one shelf, which had small dividers splitting it into three squares. One of the squares contained a notebook. The other two were empty.

He lifted out the notebook and flipped through it. Some pages were torn out. The rest were blank.

"Do you have a pencil?" he asked the constable.

Martin hunted through his pockets, then produced a pencil. Yo-han scribbled over the first page. Faint outlines showed through.

"I thought so! She leant heavily on the previous page and the impression came through."

"But what does it mean?" Eames asked. "Half grim? Baron nine thirds? That's not a proper fraction!"

7. 

Most women would have been alarmed to hear their neighbour had been murdered and their guest had been called in to investigate. Phil, who had accidentally caused one death and discovered a murder, was only mildly upset.

"I suppose her husband did it," she said when Mr. Seo returned for lunch.

"No, I think I can say with certainty that he's the only person I can rule out," he said, to her surprise.

The dining room windows faced over the lough. Mr. Seo looked out at the other bank as if he expected to find the answer there. "Miss Patton, do you have a boat?"

Phil sensed where this was going. "Yes, over at the jetty. You think the empty house has something to do with the case?"

Mr. Seo nodded grimly. "From there the murderer could see everything happening at the house. If I search it I'm sure I'll find proof someone was hiding there."

Phil finished her sandwich. She got up. Her brown-and-white day dress was too good for a boating expedition, but she had an old grey dress which she normally used for gardening. "Give me five minutes to change, then I'll row you across."

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[queenofbaws]

stay with me on this one, but if we’re saying until dawn and the quarry take place in the same universe AND we’re saying jacks related to the hacketts and is now staying with them at the motel to help with the werewolves AND we’re saying the ud kids decide to become councillors to try and get over their collective fear of nature can you IMAGINE the record scratch horrified pause when jack sees them and they see him and they just dont know what to do with themselves

((ash. ash i gotta be real with you. i have no idea if you intended for this to be a legit prompt or not, but the moment i saw it in my inbox i astral projected into another plane of existence and when i woke up i was sitting in front of a word doc with all this, so. i figured i might as well share it.))

definitely more than six sentence sat(or)sunday!!!

If the redhead hadn’t gone and dropped her cup like that, he might’ve thought it was all just a hallucination. The stress-induced dealies that snuck up on you sometimes when you least expected, creeping in slow and sinister-like from the edges until you let your guard down long enough for them to take hold. She might’ve been a floater in his eye, a nervous mistake, an old memory rising up to the top like a body bloating in a lake. But she dropped her cup when she saw him and her face went grey, and she grabbed hold of the one sitting next to her, and when he turned, well...then Jack just knew.

“You have got to be fuckin’ with me,” he said, watching as, one by one, the Blackwood babies drank in the sight of him in like cyanide, choking and coughing and sputtering as they tried to get it down.

“Hey, whoa, hey! Language!” Chris said from beside him – khaki Chris, not-exactly-cousin-nephew Chris. He wished he could’ve said dumbass Chris, but all of a sudden, there were two of those in Hackett’s Quarry, wouldn’t you know.

It was right about that time the rest of the picnic table realized something was amiss, the kiddies sitting opposite the Washingtons’ friends turning round to try and figure out what the fuss was about. He watched the math happening in real-time, the cogs in their cute little heads whirring at breakneck speeds: He’s a mean-looking SOB, sure, said the looks on their faces, But I wouldn’t mess my pants at the sight of him.

Then, surprising perhaps everyone except for Jack, Mr. Action Movie stood up and waved him a tepid salute. “Holy shit,” he called over, “Creepy Grandpa’s back! ‘Sup, Creepy Grandpa?”

Beside him, Chris reeled back like he’d been slapped across the face, whirling to look their way. “Creepy—”

Only Jack beat him to it. “Well, if it ain’t the dumbass who stuck his hand in a loaded bear trap,” he replied, approaching the table and taking careful note of which kiddies did and didn’t flinch the nearer he got. “How’s it going, dumbass?”

“Bear trap?” the girl from the mines spat, the tough cookie with the fancy clothes. She whirled on him like a rattlesnake, her eyes narrowing. “You said you lost your fingers from frost bite, trying to get to Jess.”

“I…” Caught dead to rights, Mr. Action Movie spluttered, “Whose word you gonna take, Em? Huh? Mine or his?!”

From across the table, another girl spoke up. “You…put your hand in a bear trap. For bears.”

“And you willingly make out with Jacob sometimes! We all do things we’re not proud of…”

“A bear trap,” she repeated, and now that he was closer Jack could see her expression was all but identical to the girl from the mines’s, maybe just lacking some of the venom. “The thing used to trap bears.”

He turned away from their little snit and instead turned to the other three he’d had the most cause to deal with that night back in the Pines, the redhead and the blonde and dumbass Chris, all three of them doing their level best not to meet his eye. They seemed to understand what none of the rest of their ragtag little group had grasped yet; that if he was there, something was very, very wrong with Hackett’s Quarry indeed.

Beside them, the Washington boy was all agitated knee-jiggling and prolonged glaring; unlike his buddies, he seemed to want to keep a good bead on him at all times, lest he disappear into the wind…or start whacking at him. “Not big into background checks in these parts, huh Mr. H?” he called, his eyes still on Jack. “I’m gonna go ahead and guess you don’t have the most, like, comfortable relationship with the local police force?”

“Uh,” is what Chris managed to get out. It was probably for the best that that’s how it happened.

“Is this place cursed?” The redhead got it out all in one big breath, a nervous wide-eyed rush that had him, just for a moment, standing back in the great room of a very different lodge, the wind screaming outside the windows as something worse stalked them from the treeline. “If it’s cursed, you have to tell us. You…I remember…they can’t be in the light, right? They can’t be in the light because it hurts their eyes, but you said it only happens after someone eats someone else, and, and…” Her head whipped around, her frantic gaze moving past him and towards Chris, who was by all accounts still just standing there dumb as a deer in headlights. “Do you have a history of cannibalism here?!”

“I…wait, hold on…” Another one of the kids from the other side of the table, the – ugh, he hated even thinking the dumbshit word – Hacketteer side, turned around and looked about the room. “Okay, I gotta hand it to you guys, this is…the weirdest episode of Punk’d I could imagine, but like…props for creativity, I guess.”

“Wait, cannibalism?!” asked another redhead, somehow even tinier than the first. “Like…like people eating other people?”

“That’s usually the definition of cannibalism, yeah.”

“Ryan, c’mon. She’s freaked, man.”

“Why?”

“Okay, know what? No. Nope. Nuh-uh. Not today. Sorry, I know we said we were gonna do this, but just…nope. Nope!” Dumbass Chris stood from his side of the table, taking the Washington boy by one arm and the terrified redhead by the other, the blonde following close behind. “I knew something was weird about this place. I knew it! I told you guys...we told you guys, but nooo, no one believed—”

“Oh my God,” drawled one of the two he’d dragged from the cave-in, the girl who’d been all but naked under a miner’s coat and high school jacket. So far as he could see, she’d recovered from the frostbite better than he would’ve thought. “You just don’t like the outdoors, Chris. And Ashley’s scared of everything. And Josh is…” She rolled her eyes. “Josh.”

The table, both sides of it, seemed to rumble in agreement at that last part.

She gave him a slow, apprehensive finger-wave, the little frostbite queen, her lips turning up in a confused smile. “I really don’t remember you,” she admitted, searching the face of the young man beside her for answers before both of them shrugged. “But I’m pretty sure I can figure out where we all know you from.”

“Creepy. Grandpa,” Action Movie repeated, having resorted to sitting on the hand what was missing fingers, if only so the others couldn’t get a good look at it. “Remember? He pulled a gun on m…oh, right, you guys weren’t there.”

“Yeah, no thanks to you,” muttered the one beside frostbite queen.

“Man, screw you! I tried!”

“Yeah Matt, Mike tried!”

“I…I’m sorry.” From the Hacketteer side of the table, some shaggy-haired kid turned around, giving Jack an uncertain look of his own. “Who are you? And how do you guys…?”

Jack jerked his thumb over his shoulder. “I’m that one’s uncle.”

Doing nothing to help the goddamn situation, Chris finally found his tongue. “No you’re not.”

“I’m sort of his uncle.”

“That’s still not totally right either.”

The Blackwood kids all exchanged a look at that little revelation…the ones that remained, anyway. The Washington boy and his three nervous nellies were already high tailing it out of the lodge and towards…well, Jack couldn’t rightly say. The cabins, maybe. He could imagine they’d want to get out of Dodge as quick as humanly possible.

“You’re a Hackett?” the girl from the mine asked, her eyes zipping between him and Chris, no doubt plumbing for a resemblance that just wasn’t there.

“I’m a Fiddler,” he corrected, and her entire face seemed to curdle.

“Yeah, think I’m gonna stick with Creepy Grandpa,” Action Movie said, trying to keep his tough-guy act going with a smirk and a snicker, but coming across more twitchy than anything else. “Uncle Fiddler just is not good.”

“No one’s arguing you on that, Mike,” said one of the Hacketteers, a girl with a dark bob and inquisitive eyes. “Still doesn’t answer how you guys…know each other…though…”

The girl from the mines set her chin in her hands, fixing Jack with a stare the likes of which almost had him missing the Wendigo. “What is it?” she asked plainly, leaving no room for hemming or hawing. “What’s wrong with this place?”

“There’s…there’s nothing wrong with the camp!” Chris laughed as though it were the most ridiculous idea in the world, standing there beside Jack with one arm slung (unwelcomely) across his shoulders. “Tell ‘em, Uncle Jack. All we got here is sunshine and fresh air and—”

“Werewolves,” Jack said matter-of-factly, watching how very differently the two sides of the table reacted.

The Hacketteers paused, looked at one another…and then began to giggle.

The Blackwood kids, however, well. They paused too, looked at each other too…and then stood from the table as the others had before, not a one of them so much as glancing Chris’s way as they passed by in single file, silent as specters and tired as martyrs.

“Well!” Chris said, dropping the arm from Jack’s shoulders to clap his hands instead. “Who wants lunch?”

#fudgeroach #six sentence weekend #the hacketts #queenie writes supermassive #literally. LITERALLY. i cannot even begin to describe the sounds that came out of my fucking facehole when i saw this ask #the opportunity for fuckery was just *chefs kiss* too perf to pass up #HEY SUPERMASSIVE WHO DO I HAVE TO PAY FOR THIS DLC HUH #this isnt how the until dawn kids are gonna cameo in my hackett fic but GOD HELP ME now i kind of wish it WAS aklsdjflaksjkfjsdkfjaksljfkjs

[ask-lmanburg]

[Tommy lightly pokes Wilburs shoulder repeatedly]

Wilbur, Wilbur, oh great President Soot, what are we supposed to do for this debate soon? What's the grand plan?

Well, for starters, we need to have answers for every question you can think of. We don’t want to seem unprepared.

[Tommy groans in annoyance]

This is so much work! Can't we just wing it? I think I'd do great at that.

What’s your opinion on taxes?

Stupid and dumb, everything should be free because I'm Tommyinnit.

[Wilbur grins, barely restraining laughter.]

Do- do go on, Mr. Vice President.

Why of course, Mr. President! Think with me right now okay, how many Tommyinnits are there in the world?

One too many.

I'll ignore that last bit but yes, only one! So we need to treat that Tommyinnit well. You only have once chance with Tommyinnit, why would you force him to suffer and pay taxes? It's cruel, it's unjust, it's not the Tommyinnit way. Any questions?

What if I paid your taxes for you, then what’s your opinion on them?

Still bad, because the fact that Tommyinnits taxes would need to be paid at all is villainy! You paying my taxes means an evil, evil person decided taxes were worth my time in the first place.

Uh huh. Yeah we need to practice.

I was entertaining, you have to admit I've got that going for me.

Being entertaining isn’t the part you need to work on.

I thought I did pretty good, dickhead. It's not my fault I'm no good with taxes.

Okay, opinions on war.

Too much work, literally just suffering, you have to wake up early, it's a zero out of ten. Would not recommend.

Okay. Now your opinions aren’t bad. But your delivery is terrible.

Well how am I supposed to do it? I feel like I'm delivering just fine!

You sound too casual, “zero out of ten, would not recommend” really, Tommy?

I'm being honest, man, I would not recommend. I don't know how to make it all fancy.

[Wilbur clears his throat.]

The war took more from us than it gave back, and the things we lost will never be recovered. I will do everything in my power to keep L’Manburg from another war.

See, it sounds right when you say it! I feel like if I talk like that I'm gonna look like a dumbass. I'm better off doing charades.

Try it, see how it feels. Uhh… talk about… school! You’re passionate about school!

Uh... okay. Schooling is a cruel and painstaking process, and it only encourages hatred towards learning. I cannot describe the amount of tears I've shed over schoolwork, and I don't want others to have to suffer because of it.

[Tommy groans and buries his face in his hands]

This is painful, Wilbur.

It sounded good though!

I don't wanna do this! This is the worst part of the election process.

It’s important though, and then you won’t have to do it when we win!

Thank fuck! I just need to get through the debate, and then I'm free. Free and happy.

And when we win, you get to do your math homework again.

Wilbur, I'm begging you, please don't bring it back! I just debated how shit school was, you can't do this to me!

Whats six times four.

Uh- ten? No, uh, eighteen? Twenty?

That’s closer than normal!

It's still not right! Your math homework is failing me.

Move over, we’re doing this now.

Please no, Wilbur I'm begging. I do not want to do math.

I’ll give you a candy every time you get one right.

... Fine.

What’s five times six?

Twenty- twenty five? No, no it's thirty! Please say it's thirty!

It is in fact thirty!

Fuck yes! I actually got it!

Now what is eight times four?

#public speaking #aiming the vlog gun

[desolateice]

Cut and Rewritten: This was supposed to be around Chapter 42, after they get back from New York City and before the prom. But I wanted the magazine’s to go with Daniel and that wouldn’t have happened if this interaction had happened earlier. So I got part of the way and then changed my mind and cut it and then rewrote it.

Dutch wanted to take over prom. The idea was weird. The meaning of that six months ago, a couple years ago would have been vastly different than what it meant now. Then it would've been Dutch with joints and booze to sneak in. It would’ve meant introducing Johnny to girls he'd met at the punk bar or at the beach or somewhere where he'd somehow managed to charm them.

As Johnny's life fell into a routine prom kept popping up. Being on student council meant Tommy was still busy. Busy planning prom now that the senior trip was over and then when that was over it was graduation. Johnny didn't know whether he pitied Tommy or was jealous. But he still hosted study night a couple times as they neared the end of the school year. He wasn't the only one busy. Jimmy had gotten to go to visit his campus early. Had met his teachers. Had talked to some fancy lawyers and that long trek ahead, like Ali, that he had and he seemed busy, distracted with a future far off in the distance. Like he already had a job, was already loaded down with cases. Which didn't make any sense to Johnny because what college puts the high school seniors to work early? 

So that left Bobby and Dutch in charge of their prom plans and festivities. And Bobby just held up his hands and told Johnny that because he couldn't take all of the girls he decided he wouldn't take any, and would just go visit them on campus at a different date. He made it seem like this big deal. But Johnny could tell he was delighted to have been invited to campus. 

Dutch seemed so absolutely pleased with his secret plans. He just told Johnny to "Dress pretty". 

Johnny focused on everything else. It was better not to try and think about Dutch and his plans and whatever they might be. It was better to focus on doing kata and helping Mr. Miyagi. Focus on helping the kids with their homework. Going to the animal sanctuary and taking too many dogs on walks around the farm. Throwing balls and freebees and running this way and that with them because they needed the exercise and someone to play with. He focuses on finishing Pride and Prejudice with Daniel. The way Daniel liked to lay down with his legs in his lap, as they sat in the grass together. Usually at Mr. Miyagi's, sometimes at a park.

It's a weird reversal.

Daniel quiet and listening to Johnny. Watching him with those big brown eyes. He was kind of relieved when they finish the chapter and moved on to other homework. All that focus on him was overwhelming. He always got nervous. Heart pounding in his ears. But he was trying to enjoy the moments before they slipped past.

He tried to enjoy dinner with Mrs. LaRusso and the way Daniel would drag him to his room, the way friends do to talk about everything and nothing, to go over homework and math problems. 

Until one evening that he was sitting at Daniel's desk, Daniel's radio on and he looked for a pencil because his broke over the last problem. Daniel was lounging on his bed, giving him time and space to work through the problems before looking them over and he opened the drawer to see a familiar magazine. Johnny pulled it out. It was undeniably the one. The right issue. Tommy's aunt always showed him the cover. He never wanted a copy. Never thought he could bring himself to look or take it home. Because Sid would say something. Would get weird about it. Sid had this thing about how models really should only be women and that male models all were...well liked guys.

Accurate for him he supposed, but he didn't want to deal with the outbursts.

He flicked it open, wondering, curious.

He spotted Daniel out of the corner of his eye, bolt up, rushing over. Like this magazine was some kind of secret. Johnny knew he was in it. He knew that Daniel had worked on the set. It wasn't some secret that he'd have it. Unless Daniel had gotten childish and drawn fake mustaches on his face or something. 

#root beer floats and green tea #cut scenes and rewrites #I have a few more of these #so hopefully I'll get to organizing those #just summer is kind of rough atm #You know those author notes where it's like sorry it took so long life has been brutal #yeah that's been my life and I hate that I got hit with that curse

[echantedtoon]

Allison Chapter Seven

The clear and crisp day made it where anyone would be happy to go outside and play all day in this lovely spring whether, but that did not comfort the girl under the covers of the bed at ALL as she curled up and under the blanket more away from the sunlight that threatened to wake her up. She did not want to brace the day or even bother to get up and go anywhere at all. She was perfectly content with staying right where she was and not going anywhere but her home. ....But this wouldn't be her home for too long. You see. A man came, a man in a fancy suit and tie came in a big fancy car and knocked in her door. She had never seen him before but had stood at the top of the stairs and listened in when her granny sent her upstairs to play. She watched as the well dressed man was invited in by her granny and sat down in the living room by the fire place and offered some tea by her granny. She still remembered what the man had said to her.

"Ma'am. I'm with Social Services and lately we've gotten record of a young girl in your care?"

"Yes. Allison's been living with me since her parents ran off to lord knows where," her granny crossed her arms and rose a brow, "Do forgive my bluntness, Sir. But what business would you have with me now?"

"No offense taken, Ma'am. But...We are concerned for her educational and social needs."

"And what concerns are those? She knows how to read and write, and other basic math and science things I learnt. And it's not like she's being left alone in the middle of the woods!"

The man held up his hands. "I'm not discrediting what you've done for her, Ma'am. It couldn't have been easy. But the fact of the matter is, your time and this time is different. She's going to need a better education and social skills for later in life, and by law she's supposed to have started school last year when she turned six. Our records say she's seven now and hasn't been enrolled in any online or public schools. And with your age and living so far from any civilization, along with our records,....we have to do what's best for the child."

"...What are you saying then?"

The man sighed. "What Im saying is that the child would be better off in the care of another realitive. The agency found an older cousin of yours." He made a shrugging movement. "Nice small town with low crime rates, the school is a nice one with a decent average score rating, and said realitive has a decent track record herself and has children of her own. It'd be the perfect place for her."

"You can't just take her from me!"

"Can you supply her a sufficient home? Ma'am you're already in your sixties, if something were to happen to you it would leave her in a state of unknowing on her own which would lead to an even harsher outcome. How can you gaurentee her safety?" Her granny remained silent....and the man sighed and stood. "It's not my choice to make anyways. I'm only here to deliver the message, but the court has decided. Miss Allison Gale will be removed from your care within a week's time. I suggest you have her ready by then. Mrs. Gale."

All she remembered was the sound of her granny crying and the next week after that her granny being very clingy towards the small seven year old her. The child barely got to spend anytime with Chesire or play that week because her granny insisted on having her spend time with her baking things or reading her stories, to even sitting down and playing with her. Of course the young cat was always just out of sight of the old lady, peeking around the corner or floating near the ceiling watching annoyed and curiously at the old lady playing and suddenly spending so much more time with her granddaughter and spoiling her for a few days. Allison could only spend a little bit of time with him right before she fell asleep but the cat was angered and annoyed.! How dare they try to take her away!? She was perfectly fine where she was! Those last nights were spent with her crying and hugging him and begging her granny not to let her go and making a promise to her friend she would come back and they would play again. But that morning....That fateful morning would be her last time there. As footsteps approached her bed the blanket was yanked off her and the child didn't react as the face of her granny was standing there in tears. She didn't react when she was made to get out of bed and get dressed. Went to her Granny's hold as she cried her eyes out over her departure, nor when she was taken down the steps and to the front door. A blue head poked out of her bedroom doorway as soon as the two were outside and he zoomed to the window to watch.

A shiny black car was sitting in the dirt driveway and a different man in a suit was standing there already putting Allison's suitcase into the back of the car as the crying old lady hugged the tiny child goodbye before the man took her and put her in the back of the car. The seat belt clicked into place before the door was closed and the young girl stared out the window as the engine started up. First she glanced at the crying grandmother as she cried her heart out as the car pulled away. But the child caught another person staring at her through the window as she was taken away for years.

A young chesire cat. Looking down from her bedroom window as fat tears rolled down his cheeks-

"Miss Allison?"

Red eyes blinked open from the world of sleep and blinked tiredly as two pink blurs were looking down at her. The human woman groaned as she laid on their floor, before she slowly sat up and stretched. Yawning as she did before reaching up to rub at her eyes. The polka dot blanket fell off of her as the blurs slowly turned into a small clown and small rabbit....Who-? Where was-?...OH! Right. She could've sworn all of yesterday was a dream by the way that dream was, but nope! The two were smiling at her before Marsh held up a small tray to her with a smile.

"It ..may not be healthy for a human." He set the small tray on her lap. A small plate of tea cakes and mini sandwiches were on it, with a cup of what smelt like English breakfast tea. "But it's all we have. And it'd be unwise for you to venture on such a long journey with an empty stomach. I don't think you have any gold coins or jewels to trade for food in town, so it's best you eat up before you set on your way."

.....Oh. Right. Her next long trip to find these Twiddle Sisters. "T-Thank you." She said and she grabbed one of the chocolate looking macaroons as the two smiled.

"Of course. It'd be very unkind of us to let you leave with an empty stomach! And Chesire would've been saddened if we didn't treat a friend of a friend with hospitality!"

She blinked and swallowed the coco macaroon. "....I wonder where he is? He hasn't shown up has he?"

Both shook their heads before Hatter spoke. "He's prolly just wondering around doing cat things! He'll show up eventually! Don't worry! You remember how to get to your destination right?" ....Allison blinked her half tired brain at him and hummed. "Go back to the fork in the road and travel to the second fork. Go right at the second one and walk straight ahead until you come to Enchanted Vil. and look for the building called Granny's Cottege! You can't miss it!"

".....Walk down. Second fork. Go right. Granny's Cottege. Got it!" She smiled a little bit before popping another in her mouth. "...I wonder what that cat's doing now?"

"Trust us! Whatever it is, We're sure he's just fine!!"

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HE. WAS. NOT. FINE!!

Thunder and lightning lit up the sky as rain poured in gallons as it still stormed outside, but thankfully the more dangerous thunder had passed. But that didn't matter tiny paws held a secpter out and directed it as a conductor would a baton stick to lead the band. Only this thing was directing a whole clump of glass shards and the cat wielding the magic gritted his fangs as he pushed his magic to it's limits and formed the few pieces back into one. Cracking sounds sounded out as the pieces of the reflective puzzle were put back together and forced backwards towards the massive mirror that was leaned and reinforced to the wall as to not let anything knock it over this time. It had a few pieces of it's once shiny magnificence already put back into place, not even half of it yet. The new big glass fragment crackled more as it joined the fixed glass already on there as his body shook forcing it to fix. Once it crackled fully back into place he stopped and let out a groan. Letting his arms drop to his sides. ....This was the problem with magic mirrors. They worked GREAT as portals and for spells, but once they broke it took a HECK amount of magic to be put back together again. And unfortunately it took a lot out of him. Thankfully the magic portal would still work perfectly once he put it back together, but he needed to rest now for a few hours before he could move onto the next few pieces.

His panting body looked back down to the amount of mirror shards he still had to put back together and meowed pathetically. Dropping the scepter in favor to start pacing his mind started racing with questions. Where was she? Did anything bad happen to her? Did she get hurt from the fall? Was Allison ok? It's already been a full day and night and she had no idea of the dangers of his world. If the Queen of Hearts found out a human landed in her kingdom-...He growled as his eyes turned into slits. Allison would be forced to battle for her freedom and if she lost, she'd be forced to be enslaved or locked in the dungeon for the rest of her life, and he COULDN'T allow that. Not when he just got his old friend back and spent only a month together! He lost her once and by fur he wouldn't let it happen again.

But for now he would rest and work as fast as possible. And hoped to the mighty Mother Goose that she was alright.

#allison #hazbin hotel #helluva boss #zoophobia #timber

[sonosvegliato]

what’s the most interesting thing you’ve learned while doing research for your fic?

Today I clicked on a funeral home website to figure out the difference between a mausoleum and a crypt?

There are a couple smaller details that I had to look up and confirm; does New Jersey have magnolias (apparently they're more of a southern thing?), side note---who didn't tell me NJ wasn't in New England. What do you mean. It's a tiny northern state. That's not New England?? I guess it's middle Atlantic or something?? Like Virginia? Smh.

I looked up McDonalds in D.C. for a deleted scene, I had to ask a friend about collectible shoes for the scene where Tim trying to race out of his house in now you will not swell the rout, I got on a pizza website to figure out a reasonable price for like five pizzas and wings, some stuff about proper burial practices, whether or not Steak and Shake still existed, if there were Hardees in NJ, if Pedialyte was an actual athlete thing or just something weird runners do (it's both), flavors of Doritos, multiple reddit searches of best gas station snacks, what the lights are called in shipping yards (they're just called lights in shipping yards), multiple pages of math trying to keep ages consistent (see edit in hold the low lintel up), if there was a band poster for Simple Plan, how to put a bike on a bus, what hockey gear actually looks like, what a kid's karate headgear would look like (deleted scene), how to use a payphone, how tall is one floor, hospital security (sorry Homeland!! I'm a writer you know this by now), can you put teeth back in your mouth, what is the Floo Network, the history of Atlantic City, how to hack (sorry again Homeland; thanks Flores!!), Mr. Pickle Deli, what a reuben is, how to play ping-pong (thanks Flores x2), difference between ping-pong and table tennis, vintage arcade games, flowers, what's CCTV, what the colors on canes mean, how to make salsa, rabies shots (you apparently? don't get them in your stomach? that's an older thing?), how hair is used in drug tests, fancy foods butlers would make...

#*sweats* this is totally normal I promise #my fic #thanks for asking!

[survey--s]

337.

What is your current favorite song? Wellerman by Nathan Evans.

Do you develop severe withdrawal symptoms when you're weening off medicine? It depends on the medicine. I have done with some anti-depressants but other medication has been fine.

What are three of your favorite songs to sing? Mr Brightside - The Killers Iris - Goo Goo Dolls Jolene - Dolly Parton

Have you been outside today? Yeah, I walked the dog this morning, then went to feed Monty this afternoon before going to get some groceries.

If you had to move to another country, where would you move? Canada or Australia.

What color are your Converse? I have the classic black and white ones.

What color is your laptop? Silver with black keys.

What electronic gadget would you like to get next that you don't already have? The laptop will need replacing at some point in the next few years. It works fine but the battery is awful now.

Do you take a lot of pictures? Yeah, of the animals I care for at work, my own pets and nature/scenery stuff.

What is your favorite ride at the fair? Ferris wheels and the waltzers.

Have you ever made sand art at the fair? I have no idea what that is, so I‘m gonna assume we don’t have it here.

Would you ever marry someone who was lower class? Of course. Idid, really.

Do you have an afghan? No.

What color is your recliner? We don’t have one of those. Our sofa is grey, though.

Do you have a balcony? Nope. I would absolutely LOVE to have one though. My dream would be to be able to sit on the balcony with a coffee in the mornings. For now I have to sit in the garden and it’s not quite the same.

Who do you write letters to the most? I don’t write letters often.

Do you share your diary with anyone, or does no one ever read it but you? Nobody IRL knows I have a blog, but all you lot read it.

Are you jealous of anyone, even mildly? If so, who? Not really. I get more envious than jealous.

What color are your favorite shorts? Black.

Is there a guy you wish you hadn't let slip away? No.

Favorite magazine? I don’t read magazines anymore.

Have you ever done a craft you saw in a magazine? Maybe as a little kid, yeah. Have you ever made a recipe you found in a magazine? Yeah. I remember finding a recipe for chocolate soup in a magazine as a kid and insisting my mum make it, lol. It wasn’t as good as it looked, hahah.

Have you ever written to an advice columnist? Nope.

Do you think you would make a good advice columnist? Probably - I’m quite good with advice but I can be quite blunt which might not go down so well, haha.

Which do you prefer: English or math? English, for sure.

What color shirt brings out the color in your eyes? I have no idea.

Which store do you want to win a shopping spree at? Pick up to 3. Booths, Fat Face, H&M.

Are you jealous of someone who has more money than you? No. What color is your teddy bear? He’s pale brown/cream.

Who is a singer that has given you chills? Jeff Buckley.

Do you watch America's Got Talent? Nope.

Do you think you could win America's Got Talent? No.

What act would you perform in a talent show? I have no idea, dog training or something like that, maybe.

What area are you the most gifted in, do you think? Working with animals, for sure.

Have you ever practiced yoga? No, it doesn’t really appeal to me at all.

Do you find handstands scary? Not scary as such, but I really badly sprained my thumb doing a handstand as a little kid so I’ve never tried them since (apart from underwater) lol.

Do you think babies are cute or scary? Both, lol.

What is your favorite thing to buy at the Farmer's Market? Salami or fancy cheese, bread and olives.

Do you eat dessert every day? Not an actual dessert, but something sweet, yeah.

Do you get carsickness? Yeah, especially if I have to sit in the backseat or if I try to read or something like that.

What color is the rim of your full-length mirror? It doesn’t have one, actually.

Who do you have a crush on at the moment? My husband? lol.

Did your Barbies get crushes on each other and go on dates? Nah, I never really played much with barbies.

Did you ever play church with your dolls? No.

What was the name of your first imaginary friend? Rosie.

What is your state's bird (if you live in the US)? I don’t live in the States.

Which style of wedding dress is your favorite? Mine was short and cute.

What's a good boy's name that starts with the same letter as yours? Nicholas.

Have you ever wondered what "Better in Stereo" means? I can’t say that I have.

Do you sing into your hairbrush? I mean, I did as a teenager but not recently lol.

Green or red? Red.

Forgiveness or revenge? Forgiveness.

Do you wish on stars? I don’t. I like staring at them, though.

Do you enjoy editing videos? I do not.

Do you enjoy editing photos? I wouldn’t say I enjoy it, but I do it for work.

What photo editing site do you use, if any? Canva or just Instagram.

Do you have photoshop? No. Do you use iMovie? Nope. What is something you enjoy doing? Cuddling with my animals.

Do you pray a lot? No.

Do you cry out to God in desperation frequently? I’m not religious and this survey is reaaally boring lol.

Does your make-up stay on when you cry? No.

Do you want to be friends with someone who doesn't feel the same? No.

Were your favorite celebrities when you were growing up the same age as you? No, generally anywhere between 5-15 years older.

If you had a twin sister, what would she be named? Who knows.

What is your birth order in the family? I’m the only child.

If you gave birth, do you think you would want it filmed? No.

Are you a woman? Yes.

#survey #surveys