#SPACE JAM PENNY

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"My taaaaape!"

Steve bolts from his office desk tucked away in the corner of his bedroom, down the hallway and into the living room to find Joanie kneeling on the floor, staring at a static television.

She senses his presence and lets out a dramatic whine.

"My tape," she repeats, gesturing at the TV with such force her whole body shakes. "It stopped working!"

She chokes out the last word and lowers down until she is face-down on the carpet. Joanie isn't really one for tantrums per se, but she does possess Eddie's theatrics.

Yeah sure, Steve knows she's upset but the silence as she lays on the floor is made all the more a show as their black cat Ozzy sniffs around her slippers before walking off nonchalantly.

Steve chuckles before stepping over his daughter so he can kneel in front of the TV unit.

"What are you doing?" Joanie asks, curious and suddenly breathing down his neck.

"The tape is jammed," he replies, looking through the flap.

He presses a few buttons, then holds down the eject button, his go-to troubleshooting method.

Nothing.

"Tell me what happened?" he asks, moving to sit criss-cross on the floor and bumping straight into Joanie who, also like Eddie, has no concept of personal space.

"Lumiere was about to sing 'Be My Guest' and it stopped!" she frowns and folds her arms with a huff. God forbid technical difficulties interrupt Pyjama Sunday, aka the day Joanie has the run of the house while Steve catches up on work he has neglected.

He places his hands on Joanie's arms, gently rubbing them as he smiles, "Good thing I used to work at a video store."

Eyes lighting up like a Christmas tree, she beams, "You can fix it!"

And yeah, their daughter might have also inherited Eddie's lack of volume control too.

Eddie arrives home from his impromptu studio session later than he expected. He lowers his keys into the bowl on the hallstand, stepping carefully and trying not to make a noise. At least for long enough to muster up something to charm Steve into not being annoyed about him coming home after dinner time.

But there is silence blanketing their apartment. Too much silence.

"Damn it!" comes Steve's voice from the vicinity of the kitchen.

Then Joanie chimes, "You swore!"

Eddie frowns as he hears a coin drop in the swear jar.

Steve mutters something. Then silence again.

Eddie tsks under his breath. Whatever is going on, it sounds like the family swear jar is being abused. Steve originally brought it into being (one of those glass candy jars that is like an old person's rite of passage) as a way to stop Eddie from cussing so much in front of their daughter. But, her being a little shit (and yeah, the brief mention of the money eventually going towards a puppy) has led to coins going straight into the blasted jar for anything Joanie remotely considers a swear word. Including replacements for swears like 'blasted'.

He grumbles as he toes his shoes off, working quickly in order to go rescue Steve from Joanie's militant, penny-pinching authority.

He walks into the kitchen to find both Steve and Joanie hovering over what looks like the VHS player, now in parts scattered across the dining table.

"Hello," he says, dipping his head two separate times in a feeble attempt to gain their attention.

But they merely squeak out high-pitched hums in unison, not looking up from their patient. Considering the doctor's headband squished onto Steve's head and the plastic stethoscope around Joanie's neck, it all looks more like a surgical procedure than a fix-it job.

He glances over to the kitchen sink, spotting evidence of a quick cereal-for-dinner and sighs with relief. Looks like Steve has been too distracted to fuss about dinner anyway.

He slips onto a seat and Joanie finally looks over. He jumps as Meatloaf clambers up from her lap, wiggling around as the poor little thing attempts to paw his way up onto the table.

"What's the prognosis, Doc?" he asks, taking the little brown cat and scooping him up to cradle his wonky back legs.

"Did you know dad worked at a video store!" Joanie beams with wide-eyed facination as she props her chin on her elbow.

"Thought Keith was the resident handyman at Family Video?" Eddie chuckles, caging Meatloaf to his chest to stop the little critter from squirming around because he isn't in Steve's burly arms.

Steve shrugs, finally looking up as he shoots back, "I fixed stuff too!"

There's probably a long-hybernating argument in there somewhere that involves Robin and Steve's Family Video video tech prowess, but he doesn't press further as Steve dives straight back into his handy work, poking his tongue out in concentration.

"We went to the Hi-fi store and got a new one of these!" Joanie offers, holding up some spindly socket thing he assumes is some internal mechanism for the player. "Then we got ice creams on the walk home!"

It must have been an adventure because by the time Steve has the VHS player plugged back in and working, with Beauty and the Beast playing after a dramatic play-by-play of the day's events as told by their overly-excited daughter, Eddie finds himself squished on the couch between two snoring and squirmy beans with tousled brown hair.

Plus Meatloaf tucked in the crook of Steve's arm, rolling around trying to gain the attention of the only other creature remotely conscious.

More of Steve, Eddie, Joanie and their menagerie of cats HERE (I'm thinking of expanding this little AU out a little more for a bit)

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #steddie as girl-dads #steddie au #trans eddie munson

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Bachelor/ettes and Farm Chores

Bachelors:

Shane -- I think he's the most likely to do actual farm work, especially if you killed Morris fixed up the community center. He really loves taking care of the chickens, and remembers the ones you got from Marnie's. He also likes the other animals, and will probably spend all day with them. He'll water the crops sometimes, if it's not too hot, but will really just wonder why you don't get more sprinklers.

Alex -- Alex will also help out a lot around the farm, partially as a means of staying fit and partially to help you. He'll haul materials and supplies where you need them, and help keep the animals fed and crows chased off. Will train your pet to do tricks. This is not a farm chore, he trained Dusty.

Sam -- Mr. Sunshine will probably fall back on stuff his mom had him do around the house-- vaccuming, doing the dishes, etc. If you show him a few times how to do something, he'll put it in his routine, but will probably forget every once in a while. Undiagnosed ADHD King!

Harvey -- He has a full time job, so he doesn't have much time to help out on the farm itself. He does keep the house tidy, though, and will do the shopping for anything you don't make yourself. He is an extreme couponer and though he will never admit it misses Joja when it's gone just because of the savings. On days off, he does like to help with production stuff like making pickles or jam, and will help on harvest days if he has the time to do so.

Elliott -- He helps but it's never very structured. His writing schedule takes up a lot of time, but he does like helping with the crops. If he accidentally stays up all night working, he'll go out when the sun starts to rise to water the crops and make sure they're healthy, removing dead leaves and such. Not very helpful with the animals, he doesn't like the smell and is lowkey uncomfortable with so many animals around. Will feed/water the pet, however.

Sebastian -- Just because he's married and doesn't need to save up for Zuzu doesn't mean he stops working. He enjoys his work. He does the least around the farm, I feel. He will take care of the pet, and sometimes offer to feed the animals for you, but will probably just do a little around the house on coffee breaks. It isn't that he's lazy or anything, he just figures you know the farm better than him. Most likely to help when you're crafting stuff, he's good at machines.

Bachelorettes:

Abigail -- She's got the energy and the time, and I think without her dad and mom around she would actually want to help contribute. You aren't going to focus on everything she does wrong or nag her to help, so she actually likes to do it. Most enjoys maintaining the slime hutch if you have one, or knocking down trees for more lumber for you. Introduce her to Marlon, get her a sword, and she'll keep monsters off you while you mine. Just don't mention it to the in laws.

Leah -- When she's not focused on making her next piece, Leah likes helping around the farm. She's there every harvest, but will also keep an eye on kegs/casks/preserves for you and remind you when they're ready to turn over. Will pick an area to do work in so she can sketch it when she's finished.

Penny -- She's still pretty busy tutoring the kids, but she likes taking care of the house. She makes most of the meals and will help reset makers when she gets home in the afternoon. She might keep her own flower garden, if there's space for it.

Maru -- She's not the best at helping with actual chores, but will upgrade things for you to make life a little easier-- better sprinklers, autofeeders, automated makers. If you do really need a hand though, she will be there helping.

Emily -- Another one of those full time job havers. Emily will help out on the farm if you need her to, but she's more likely going to do house chores. Would most likely help turning over makers, if anything. She doesn't want to throw you off schedule, though, particularly if you run a big maximized farm.

Haley -- She barely cleaned the couch cushions living at home, homegirl is not gonna be the type to get her hands dirty on your behalf. The least employed woman here, the most time on her hands, the least helpful. Might eventually contribute if you asked her to, but she doesn't do much willingly. Maybe as she gets older it might change, but she's your wife and not your farmhand.

#sdv elliott #sdv shane #sdv headcanons #sdv abigail #sdv alex #sdv emily #sdv haley #sdv harvey #sdv leah #sdv #sdv sam #sdv maru #sdv sebastian #sdv penny

[lyn-js]

Dancing under the Moonlight | Chapter 1. Sparks Ingnite

Bradley Bradshaw x OC Reader (Nickname Honey)

Summary: After the Uranium Mission, Bradley Bradshaw decides he wants to settle down. Maybe even start a family at some point in time. But he felt so tired (and old) to be in the dating scene. That's until he sees a beautiful new bartender at The Hard Deck. Not only that; turns out she's Penny's niece, Beatrice. They both hit it off amazing, but for some reason, Beatrice isn't letting her walls down yet. But Bradley is going to get to the bottom of what Bea's big secret is.

Word count: 6.3K words. Yea, this chapter was a little longer than I anticipated. But I promise it was worth the wait. Hope you all enjoy it!!❤️❤️

Warnings: Swearing, angst, drinking, mentions of past abuse, fluff, eventually smut 18+, age gap (24 & 35)

You're dancing, swaying with the music, feeling your body finally letting go of the stress, pain, and loss from the real world. Once you get on that stage, everything melts away.

Once the dance was over all of you moved seductively off the stage getting some whistles from the guys in the audience. After you made your way off you all giggled and waiting to change for the next dance. You lock arms with your Best Friend Chantal trying not to get separated from each other until you reach the dressing rooms. You both unlock from one another and sit down in your space. Luckily your seats are next to each other so you both can still talk while getting ready. Suddenly you hear a ping from your phone that was on the table. You drop everything you're doing, and see it was a text from Bradley.

B🐓: Hey Bea, what are you up to on this fine evening? You: Oh, ya know, just sitting down reading a good book. What about you? Jamming out with Jerry Lee Lewis. 🙂 B🐓: Hey J.L.L. happens to be a classic. Thank you very much. And what if I did tell you I was?

You laugh out loud when you read the last text, you knew he was an old soul when you two were talking about music the other night. You want to reply, but the backstage assistant Sean said curtain time was in 5 minutes. You drop your phone and finish your eye makeup. You look over and see Chantal looking at you with a smirk on your face. 

“What C?” you stand up to get changed into another costume, looking at her in the mirror“Oh nothing, are you talking to loverboy again?” she tries to say innocently. But she says it loudly, to make sure everyone can hear. Everybody around you keeps making “oohs” and loudly whistles. Your cheeks burn up at the thought of actually being together with Bradley. But you try to wipe that from your mind. How could he ever possibly be with you after you tell him you're basically a stripper? You get paid to show off your body and dance on a stage. He wouldn’t want you, he would never go for you. “He doesn’t know. Does he?” Chantal asks while getting up to come stand next to you. You don’t answer and just look at her. She just wraps her in her arms so you can let some tears fall down your face.

You and Chantal have been best friends since you could even remember. You both met in junior high when she was the new girl at school, one day at lunch she was getting picked on, making fun of her for what she was wearing, and what she looked like. One of the idiot students decided to be bold and yank on one of her braids. With one broken arm, two bloody noses, and one big lecture from the principal, you two were glued to the hip ever since. You both know each other like the backs of your hands. So she knows what's going on with you all the time.

You let out a sigh while trying to put on your outfit, but she cuts in and helps you finish zipping up the back. “Why don’t you tell him? You are obviously into him,” you just nod at her. “Then why don’t you go for it, Honey? What’s the problem?” After she finishes zipping you up you turn to her. “He deserves better.” But your conversation was interrupted by Sean sneaking his way through you and Chantal. “Honey, we all deserve better. But right now you both need to get your little buns on stage.” You both roll your eyes and kiss him on the cheek, after you walk back to the table, you put on a final coat of lipstick, grab your police cap making sure it fits snugly over your volumed and curled-out hair, you go walk on stage and get in your stance with the rest of the group. The next thing you know, the spotlight is turned on you.

It’s Showtime.

(Bradley’s POV)

God, I can’t get enough of that girl. As soon as we started talking I wanted to know more about her. What does she like to do in her free time, what’s her job, her favorite hobby, and what she likes to do for fun? 

Now you sound like a crazy stalker right now.

But every time you think of her, you want to know more. You’re being pulled in. You gravitate towards her, and you can’t get enough. You never really opened up that much around a person at all. Not even the squad, but she feels so different from everyone else.

After the first time you met Bea, around those last couple of days, she would come by The Hard Deck, and sit at the bar wanting to be near Penny. As soon as you would see her walk in, you would ditch the group to go see her and chat a little bit. You wanted to get to know her, wanted to see what she was like. We both talk about where we grew up, and what our families are like. I even talked to her a little bit about my mom. With the other relationships, I’ve had over the past couple of years it was always a tough subject to bring up. They would always pressure me and make me talk about what happened, and every time I would always get emotional and put my walls up and never want to talk about it again. That was the deal breaker in why they never lasted, but when I was around Bea, she would never force me to answer the questions, she let me take my time with what I was going to say. She made me feel comfortable for who I was, and I knew she would never put that against me. And over those past couple of days, the group caught on when I would leave, and ditch them to go hang out with the “mystery girl” at the bar. Eventually, I told them about Beatrice, and they knew for a fact that I was smitten with her. Any chance they would get, whether it was at work, in the air, or even when we would hang out for a movie night they would always make fun of me(Mostly Nat)for having a crush, and not telling her how I feel.

But I wanted to give Bea some space. I knew she just got out of something traumatic, and I didn’t want to force anything onto her just yet. 

Plus She was young. She would move on to the next young, good-looking guy she sees and leave me in the dust. She deserves more. She also wouldn’t know how to deal with me being on deployment, always being gone for weeks, maybe months at a time. I know she wouldn’t want to wait for someone like me. You snap out of your mind when putting the Bronco in park, and making your way into The Hard Deck. 

When I walk in I immediately spot the group at the pool tables as usual, and make my way over. When I got there I made my way over to sit next to Bob who was chewing on some peanuts. We make casual conversation until Phoenix comes over with her pool stick. “Bradshaw, whaddya doing hear? I thought you were staying in?” She asks in a curious tone. “Oh, ya know. Wanted to get some fresh air, might stop in here for a little bit.” But I know this woman can see right through my bullshit, and really knows why I’m here.

“You're lying B.” she tells me straight forward, not really giving me anytime time to make an excuse. But I do anyway. “What are you talking about? I wanted to come see you guys. Is that a problem to see my friends, Nat?” “She hasn't texted you back!” she sing songed the words to me. I just wanted to tell her off saying it wasn’t the problem. But that was the problem.

“Dude she’s probably at work, or she’s at home.”Payback chimed in, and then Fanboy “Yeah, she’ll text you later probably, don’t get in a fret.” now I’m starting to get a little annoyed. But, they might be right, she probably is at home doing something. The question work for Beatrice was always a little rocky when I tried to ask her what she does daily. At first, she didn’t answer, so I didn’t want to push her since she didn’t do it to me. But I asked her again and she gave me a made-up answer. “Oh yeah. I work at a bar. Not far from here.” But I know that she just got hired by Penny to work at the Hard Deck part-time. I just wanted her to tell me the truth. But I’m not that type of guy, I’m gonna give her space until she wants to tell me.

“Does everyone want to be in my dating life, and give me advice?” “well, technically you're not dating her.” I look over to see the one and only Hangman. “To be honest it’s none of your business, okay?” you tell him with an annoyed tone, not really in the mood to speak with him.

“ All I’m sayin’ Rooster, if you don’t make a move, I might have to go after her myself?” When the words fall out of his mouth, my fists clench at my sides and I flare my nostrils. “Back off Man.” You try and walk over to where he is standing, just to give him a piece of your mind, but Ruben, Mickey, and Bob are holding you back. Not letting you get near Jake. When he sees you try and move over towards him he backs up and puts his hands up in surrender with a smug smirk on his face. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, Rooster. No need to get your feathers ruffled. It’s not like you're dating her.” That’s all you hear from him, then he walks away to go over to the dart board. But you see javy gives you an apologetic look and walks over to where Jake is now. You just give him a silent nod and let him walk away. After that guys back off of you a little bit and I start to sit back down, but I see Nat walking over to me.

“Hey, why don’t you tell her how you feel? By the way, you two are texting, she might feel the same way?” She tries to say in a sympathetic tone. But it doesn’t work, and she knows it.

“She deserves better,” was the only thing I could say to her. She just gives me a sigh and turns back to her game of pool with the other guys. I sit back with Bob again just making light conversation with everyone, but trying to think if she actually would be interested in me. So I’m sitting here, thinking about the one person I can’t be with just yet.

(Back to your POV)

Chantal dropped me off at Aunt Penny’s house an hour ago, I’ve just finished getting out of the shower trying to get all of the glitter, seat, and hairspray off my body and just trying to unwind and maybe watch a movie with Aunt Penn and Amelia. But I realized I forgot to text Bradley back when I was at the club. He might think I don’t like him anymore. What?? STOP it, Bea?!?

So you decide to just skip the text and just call him. Within the second ring, he picked up the call. Your heart was beating so hard you thought he could hear it over the phone. “Hello pretty girl, what do I owe the pleasure this evening.” the nickname sent child throughout your whole body, with little butterflies in your stomach. “Oh, nothing. Hey, I’m sorry I didn’t text you sooner. We had a busy night at the dinner.” I wish I wouldn’t lie to him. But this is the nicest guy I’ve met in a long time. I don’t want him flying for the hills when I tell him I’m a stripper. I don’t want to lose him just yet so for now. Just put on a show like you normally do.

“Oh, no worries Bea, I had some time to distract myself at the bar.” Another chill was sent through your spine, but not the fun, happy kind, the worried and a little bit jealous kind. I mean, you’re not even together with him so it’s okay for him to flirt with other people. But for some reason, you don't want him to flirt with anyone else, you want him for only you-

“What I mean by distraction, I meant hanging out with my squad. So don’t worry about your pretty little head. Okay?” You just give him a quiet “okay” and continue with your flirtatious conversation. Before you could say anything else he spoke up again, “So, the squad wanted to bowling this weekend, and I was wondering if you were free, you could come with. Maybe I can introduce you to them?” There was a growing smirk on your face, “They can’t shut up about us, can they?” on the other end you heard him let out a hardy laugh, then that made you giggle. You hear him die down from your comment and hear them speak again. “Well, my friends would like to know who is taking up all my free time pretty girl.” You flop down back on the spare bed that Penny let you borrow, and just smile from ear to ear. “I am working at the bar in the afternoon, but maybe we can all meet up there and make our way out? I’ll also try and see if some of my friends from the dinner would come to?” “Yeah, that sounds like a date. I’ll let ya go and talk to ya later.” You both say your goodbyes and get off the call. The next second you start kicking your feet up in the air and scream into the pillow that was next to you. 

You try and collect yourself when you walk back downstairs to have a little movie night with Aunt Penny and Amelia, you gather all of the junk food that you can and pile it onto the coffee table. When the movie starts me and Ames curl up next to Penny so that she is squished between the two of you with blankets all around you getting nice and warm. When the movie starts your mind drifts back to your conversation with Bradley. You knew he didn’t me to say “It sounds like a date,” it might have just slipped out, and he probably might not remember saying that to you when you see him at the bar this weekend. But a part of you wanted to feel like he meant it. For real. You could only imagine what I would be like to date Bradley Bradshaw.

You could only Imagine.

A couple of days later, it was finally Saturday!! Even though this was gonna be a group outing, you wanted to try your best to dress a little nice for Bradley. 

Chantal was with you when you were getting ready, even your Aunt and cousin were a little worried about you. You changed three times in 5 minutes. You changed your hairstyle so many times your hair could probably stick up with all the hairspray you have in it. But you just went with a simple top and some jean shorts. You finally come jutting down the stairs, and everyone's eyes are on you. Chantal gets up from the couch and makes her way to the front door with her bag and keys. “You finally decided on something?” you just give her a little nod, while also grabbing your bag and keys. But when you turn back she is giving you a sympathetic smile. “We are going to have fun tonight, Okay? Stop worrying about what he’ll think of you. Plus, if he doesn't like it, you can drop his ass.” you both let out a chuckle. But you're stopped when you see Penny walk up to you both. “Yea listen to C. Don’t worry so much about how you look. Go and have fun, pulse you are already beautiful. Since the day you were born.” She gently caresses your cheek, and then gives you a small kiss in the same spot. You try and hold back the tears that were welling in your eyes. You remember your mom always saying that to you when you were feeling down, or sad. She would always know how to make you smile again. But, now that she’s gone you never really heard those words again. Ever since then, your Aunt Penny has tried so hard to be a mom to you, and you will always be grateful for her doing that. You kiss her back and hug Ames, also promising her that you will try and get her a prize from the bowling alley. So, you and Chantal make your way out, budding goodbye to your Aunt, and make your way over to The Hard Deck for your shift.

Before Chantal starts up her vintage cherry red Mustang, “Hey C, are the girls still on to join us?” I ask when I finish buckling into my seat. She chuckles and gives me a warm smile, “Hell yeah girl! When I told them we were having a girl's night, while also spotting some cute aviators by our side. Honey, I could even get the question out fast enough without them saying yes. She puts on her sunglasses, starts the car, and off The Hard Deck, we go.

Just as when Chantal is pulling into the parking lot you spot the infamous Blue Bronco, and you’re practically jumping out of the moving car, trying to get in the bar as fast as possible so you can see the one person you've been dying to see for days now.

(Bradley’s POV)

When I hear the doors open at the front I whip my head around and see the girl I’ve been waiting for all day. Nat pauses her game of pool with Bob to come see what I’m losing my head over. But, she looks in my field of direction and sees a brunette girl, who seems to be with her friend looking around for somebody. When they look over in our direction she sees the brunette face light up when she looks at Rooster. That must be the “mystery girl” he keeps talking to. So, they make their way over.

I see Beatrice come crashing over to us, and she gives me a small wave, and says a small “Hi.”

“Are we still on for tonight pretty girl,” I ask her. But the next second she freezes up, like the wind got knocked out of her. Why the hell would you say that? She probably thinks you're crazy for calling her that!

But I see her take a deep breath and try and speak to me. “Y-yeah… I’ll call the rest of my friends to come meet us here.” She seemed to snap out of whatever daze she was in to see the person next to her nudging her in the ribs.

She looks over at her friend whom she finally introduces. “Oh, everyone this is my best friend, Chantal. Chantal this is Lieutenant. Bradley Bradshaw, Lieutenant. Robert Floyd, and Lieutenant. Natasha Trace.” She gives a silent wave to me and Bob. But, when I look over to see Nat, for some reason I see a little glimmer in her eye. I know for a fact that she would kick me in the balls if I said anything about it to her. So, for now, I just keep my piece and focus my attention back on Bea.

We have a light conversation for a couple of minutes until she has to be on the clock. But as soon as she leaves, I already miss her presents, even though she is right up at the bar a couple of feet away. It feels like she’s miles away from me. I just want to be near her all the time. Within the hour more of the squad makes its way into the bar, and when they do, Bea makes her stops to introduce herself along with Chantal. Who I might add has taken up all of Natasha’s attention by talking each other’s ears off. So, for the rest of her shift, I would come up from time to time, seeing if she was alright, and watch her over from the pool tables. I stop focusing on the game of pool to see Hangman making his way over to 

(Back to Your POV)

After some grueling hours wiping down tables, making drinks, and trying my best not to crack. I’m finally done tonight. Luckily Aunt Penny came in an hour later, so we wouldn’t be swamped with so many people at the bar.

Just as I’m about to head out from behind the bar, out of the corner of my eye, I see someone come up. I wanted to assume it was Bradley to come check on me for the fourth time tonight. But when I turned around to see a tall, blond, cocky-looking man leaning over the bar top with a toothpick in his mouth. For some reason, I walk back over to see what he wants. I don’t even get the question out of what he would like when he starts to speak up. “What’s a pretty girl like you doing behind a bar?” “I’m getting off my shift right now,” I tell him.

“Well, why don’t you come out with me and my friends tonight? Probably hit the town. I might even take you somewhere we can go in private.” He gives me a mischievous smile while raising his eyebrows at me. He probably doesn’t know that I’m with the group tonight.

“I’m sorry…” “Hangman. But you can call me Jake darlin’,” he says to me while he flicks the other end of the toothpick around in his mouth.

I’m sorry… Jake. But I don’t feed off of protein powder, and small dick insecurity,” I smile back at him. He falters a little but comes back in seconds.

“Oh, I like em’ feisty. How about I leave you my number and call me sometime?” I just give a little chuckle and seize up to him so he can also stand up straight.

“Yea, I’ll call you when you can let me know that you can satisfy a woman in bed.” Just as he was about to say something else, Bradley came up to the bar top and stood next to Jake. I smile ear to ear when he arrives, and I can see the same expression on his face. 

“H-hey Bradley,” you tell him with a little bit of weariness in my voice. “Hey Bea, are we ready to go?” he asked back. I was about to say that I needed to ask Penny first if I could go. But she already beat me to it, coming up behind me to answer his question.

“She’s all yours Rooster. Just bring her back home in one piece. Okay?” He just gives a little salute back to her which of course makes me laugh. After that, I get out from behind the bar and go right into Bradley’s side. But all of a sudden we stop and he pulls me closer to his body already giving me more chills down my spine and leans down to whisper to me, “He wasn’t giving you any problems was he?” He asks in a curious tone.

“Don’t worry B, I straightened him out a little bit.” Out of the blue, he pecks my temple with a little kiss and mumbles “That’s my girl” to himself. He probably didn’t mean it. You think to yourself.

So, after everyone wrapped up with their pool and darts games it was time to go bowling.

After Chantal and Natasha convinced me it was a good idea to ride over to the alley. We knew what their tricky little sleeves was up, so me and Bradley told them they should ride together also. That’s how you ended up in the passenger seat of Bradley’s Bronco when pulling up to the bowling alley. After he parks the car, we see Chantal and Nat pull right in next to us and then comes the rest of the squad. When you try and open the door, you’re stopped by Bradley who’s moving closer to you while closing the door. I just look back at him. “What are you doing pretty girl?” he asks me with raised eyebrows. Opening the door… What are you doing?” He looked dumbfounded at this point when I was answering that question. “Bea, my mother would be rolling in her grave if she found out I let you open your own door. Ya know I can feel her right now telling me off for not being a gentleman. Now I was dumbfounded. I did want to ask him about what happened, but I didn’t want to pressure him into talking about stuff that was hard for him. So, I’m not going to get into it with him. He rushes out of the driver seat and comes running over to the passenger side to be a gentleman and open my door. As I’m unbuckling I see him open my door, and give the fanciest bow he could give, and so I just play along. “Oh, ever the gentlemen!” I put my heart on my chest. But then jump out and follow everyone in.

When you get in you and Chantal, go ahead of everyone to see your friends Jesse, Georgia, Scarlett, Coco, and Rose. We all walk them over to the other group to introduce them to each other. When you get a good look at the other guys from the group, it almost looks like their eyes are about to fall out of their sockets. But you let the girls get to introduce themselves, and they seem to be enjoying it. Maybe enjoying themselves a little too much, but we all make our way to the front to get our lanes ready.

Once we got into our lanes, we decided to split the girls and the guys. Then we were paired up, Javy and Coco, Micky and Rose, Ruben and Jesse, Bob and Georgia, Jake and Scarlett, Natashe and Chantal, and finally Bradley and Beatrice. We went into three different lanes, and of course, there was an odd number of people that left me and Bradley in one lane by ourselves. I even see Chantal and Nat in the lane next to us giving lovely Dovey looks at me and Bradley. But I can see the same feeling when Chantal is with Nat. 

A couple of years ago Chantal came out to you as bisexual, You asked her why she hadn’t told you sooner. Her answer was that you wouldn’t want to be friends with her if she told. That made you want to slap her silly and tell her she was completely wrong. At the end of that night, you both ended up in your bed cuddling while eating junk food, with lots of tears and telling her if she ever gets her heart broken, you will hunt that person down to the end of their days. So you can truly believe Natasha was a good person, and you truly believed she would love Chantal till the end of time. You could only wish that could happen to you.

And Hour goes by and you all are having a good time, eating drinking, and laughing our asses off. You don’t know who, but someone started a bet with each lane, if someone misses the lane, and the ball goes in the gutter. That lane would have to do 50 push-ups. I feel really terrible for me and Bradley because every time I would go up I would miss. 

Every single time!

You can’t really remember what count you’re both on. It might be 150… or 60. But you would just always look over at Bradley and feel really bad that he was also doing this punishment with you. After you both are finally done with that count, you walk back to the seats, sit down, and finally get some air. You look and your face in with his arm, his muscles look so defined and huge. You just want to wrap your arms around them and never let go. We are out having a good time. Now stop thinking about him like that Bea!

I finally spoke up and said something. “I’m really sorry we’re making us do push-ups. Not really expecting work to come follow you.” I put my head down. Shying away from him looking at me. “Hey, Bea… look at me, pretty girl.” When I look up, he takes his finger and puts it under my chin, so we are making direct contact with his hazel irises. “You don’t need to apologize. It's just bowling. Plus, at least I can be able to do them with you and not Jake.” We both giggle, but that stops when we see Chantal and Natasha making kissing noises at us. So, together you and Bradley, both flip them off and return back to your game.

Once again Bradley makes a strike on his turn, he comes over to give you a high five and sits next to you. When you look up to see your name highlighted on the monitor telling you it is your turn, you just let out a sigh and brace yourself to get down on the floor and do another round of push-ups.

But all of a sudden when you are about to swing your ball back you feel a pair of hands on your shoulders stopping you. You turn around and see it was Bradley, he comes down so he can talk to you. “I think you might need help instead of just wracking your ball in the gutter,” he tells me while pointing to our lane. “Well, teach me. See if I’m really any good,” I give him a little smirk, and Bradley copies the same expression on his face.

He stands behind you, and your back is flush against his front. And wrapping his arms around your own, almost looking like he was holding the bowling ball himself.

He bends down a little so he can talk to me again, “What you want is a good stance.” So he moves you to the same position he’s in. “Then, bring your arms back” he puts his burly hands over you and you both swing the ball back and then down the lane it goes.

It feels like you’ve been holding your breath for an eternity, feeling like the ball was going down the land so slowly and just waiting for it to hit the pins. Then you hear the pins fall. You finally got a strike. When you see all the pins disappear, you start to freak out with excitement. Squealing and jumping up and down like a kid in a candy store. Then you turn around to give Bradley a big hug, and he wraps his arms around you and spins you in circles. 

“Did you see that? I got a strike bitches!” You yell at the top of your lungs. You see everyone from the different lanes cheer for you, even the people from the other lanes whistle for your lucky shot. You look up at the monitor and see the little animation for the strike. It stops and tells you that your turn is still up. So you turn back to him, “I didn’t think I learned the first time. Can you show me again?” you ask him with a cheeky grin. “For you pretty girl, anything.” So you get your ball from the ball return, and wait for Bradley to come up behind you, and help you get back in your stance.

This night can’t get any better.

Once we were all done with the bowling alley, there was a beautiful sunset, and there was a boardwalk nearby. So we all got in our cars and made our way over there.

When we all got there we decided to split up for a little bit when some of the group wanted to go on rides or go play some carnival games. But, you and Bradley just decide to walk around not to do anything, and just wanting to be in each other's presence. While along the walk, you and Bradley kept brushing your hands together, not knowing how were going to initiate the first move. But before you can think, you take a leap and pick up Bradley’s hand and interlock your and his together. He doesn't want to make you uncomfortable so he keeps looking outwards at everything around him. But you could feel him give your hand a gentle squeeze, and a couple of seconds later he brought your interlocked hands up to his lips and gave your knuckles a light kiss. Your heart was about to explode out of your chest you were so happy. So, you wrap your other hand around his bicep and continue on your quiet stroll.

You almost forgot to get Amelia a prize from the arcade at the bowling alley, so you dragged Bradley over to one of the games to try and win a small prize. And of course, you have no luck when trying to win any games, so you let Bradley try. And of course, he wins the first time, and the second, and third.  Now, you were carrying a giant teddy bear and two smaller prizes to his Bronco. How is he so fucking good at everything? I wonder if he’s this good in bed-

“Would you care to have a walk with me on the beach?” he closes the door to the backseat where the bear was occupying his giant, fluffy frame. “Don’t mind if I do Lieutenant.” You both take off your shoes, interlock your hands again, and descend to the sandy shoreline.

You both walk in silence for a little bit before you both speak up at the same time. But he lets you go first. “Bradley… what is… what is this thing between us?” you ask him. But I cut him off. “Well, I know what it is… maybe. I just don’t want one of us to get the wrong signals, and in the end, someone gets hurt-” his finger cuts you off on your lips to make your stupid ass stop rambling. “Listen, Bea, I definitely know what this is, and trust me, nobody is going to get hurt. By the looks of it, we both know something is here between us.” “I… can we just take this slow for a little bit please?” “Absolutely pretty girl.” Without a second thought, you see him grab something out of his back pocket and unravel a cord. You see him offer you an earbud. And hold up what looks to be like a very janky iPod Shuffle. Your mouth is agape when you see him put the opposite earbud in his ear. “Care for a dance, m’lady?” 

I’m still in shock, but I let out a hardy laugh. “Bradley Bradshaw I know for a fact you did not bring an iPod on the beach to slow-dance with me!” I’m still laughing when he starts to sway from side to side. My laughing dies down, and I eventually give in. I grab the unused earbud place it in my ear, and see him press play. Some 80s hit play, even though they were super upbeat, we swayed in silence. One part listening to music, the other listening to the waves crash on the shore.

‘You’re Gonna Miss Me’ by Connie Francis starts playing. you look down a little, to see a gold chain peeking out of his shirt. You don’t know why but you reach up and touch the cross. You look up at him finding he already had his eyes on you. “It used to be my mom's. But after…” Now I’m the one to cut him off. “Hey, if you don’t want to talk about it, I’m not gonna force you. Plus, I don’t want you to feel like you have to tell me everything-” You're being cut off again when he steps closer connecting both of your lips to his own. It wasn’t a harsh kiss, to say the least, it was soft and gentle. But you know there was so much more behind it. But you are not getting into that right now. 

So, keep kissing this really attractive guy it is.

You both break apart and connect your foreheads, both trying to catch your breath. “That was… fun,” you both chuckle. You suddenly speak up, “Honey.” you move away from him a little bit to see his eyebrows raised. “My nickname is Honey. I only let people call me that if they’re close to me.” he just nods and gives you a soft kiss on the lips. “Okay, Honey.” then he wraps you into his embrace wanting him to never let go.

Finally, for once in your life, you’re wrong for the right reason. And you're pretty damn happy about that.

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[barbiewritesstuff]

New Year's kiss

-- Douchey Hangman is hot, don't get me wrong, but I can also imagine him being a total softie --

Despite his reputation as a rake, Hangman wasn't actually all that keen on quick flings and one night stands. Sure, he'd have one or two when he was single, but a long term relationship just scratched his itch just right.

Lieutenant Jake "Hangman" Seresin' second name was commitment. 

Anniversaries were his jam, and he went crazy for Valentine's days too. He'd go all out, with presents, chocolate and flowers. And let's not speak of Christmas with the cute christmas cards he couldn't wait to make with his future wife and kids. Thinking about it made his heart hurt with longing. 

He didn't even remember how he got the reputation, to be honest. He knew it started shortly after basic. 

Suddenly, everyone thought of him as a flirty asshole who'd get into just about anyone's pants -- and really, he had to admit, he was an asshole -- strangely though, that reputation came hand in hand with a rumour he liked drinking. He didn't even like beer, but Penny didn't charge much for draft and just drinking a Pepsi would get him relentlessly mocked. 

Still, he found the reputation had an advantage, as girls would absolutely flock to him wherever he went. Having his pick of the bunch was an advantage but still, he usually went after the quiet and shy ones. 

It also had a downside. Y/n, the one for whom his heart had been beating since day one of basic seemed keen to stay as far away from him as possible.

He flirted, she flirted and it never really went anywhere after. Unless, of course, you count the new year eve kiss. 

That was a tradition by now, and as the clock ticked Hangman was growing more and more agitated. Only ten minutes til midnight and she was nowhere to be seen.

He was counting on the kiss. The sparks the flew from it powered him right through another year, and purely by coincidence, they had been lucky to be stationed together wherever they had gone. Tonight was going to be the tenth year running. 

Jesus Christ, ten years of pining after Lieutenant Y/n L/n, callsign Princess. Ten years of flirting and promises of rain checks on dances and dates. Ten years was a long time to wait for fate to bring them together.

"10" 

Shit, she wasn't there.

"9" 

Couples had begun to form around him

"8"

Still nowhere to be seen

"7"

He could see no one who even looked remotely like her 

"6"

He was growing anxious now, his palms were sweating.

"5"

What if she didn't show up at all

"4"

Oh God, what if she was somewhere else, kissing someone else

"3"

He shook the thought from his head

"2"

Honestly, he thought, if he wasn't going to kiss her, he wasn't going to kiss anyone.

"1"

Hands turned his cheeks and in the space of a blink, someone pressed their lips against his. He didn't need to see to know who it was, her perfume and the intoxicating feeling he was addicted to by now made it clear it was Y/n. He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her close.

She let go of his face and let go of the kiss.

"Bet you thought I wasn't going to show" 

She smiled. As if he had turned into a puppet controlled by an outside force, Hangman bent down and kissed her again with all the passion he could muster. 

"Wow, I didn't think you'd be this happy to see me Lieutenant"

"Oh Darlin', I'm always happy to see you" 

He almost kissed her lips again, but he was met by the soft flesh of her cheek.

"Sorry, I usually ask to go for dinner first."

"Fine. Tomorrow, 6 pm. No rain checks" He winked "Let's start the year off right." 

Hangman left her at the bar, and after a quick round of goodbyes, left the Hard Deck all together. 

His phone buzzed

"Don't be late, Seresin, I've been waiting for a decade."

#fanfic writing #fanfic #fanfiction #hangman top gun #jake hangman seresin #hangman x reader #top gun x reader #top gun fanfiction #top gun maverick #original fic

[unofficialadamtaurus]

Volume 9 rewrite go brrrrrr (aftermath of paper pleasers’ village destruction)

“Now Salem has the relics, Atlas fell, we have no idea if anyone actually made it to Vacuo, and Penny—“ Ruby choked. “Penny died. Again.”

Jaune clenched his hand into a fist.

“But we have a chance to regroup here,” Blake said. “I trust Nora, Ren, and the others. They’ll keep people safe until we find a way back.”

“They can’t save everyone. Just like we couldn’t. Or did you forget the people Cinder blew up? The people we told to go through the portals who died for it! We couldn’t even save one village of Jaune’s make-believe friends.”

//Jaune blowup

“It was your idea!” Ruby shouted back. “I don’t care how long it’s been for you, I remember!” She knocked his hand away from her chest and jammed her finger against his armor instead. “You told people to go through the portals, you (second thing), and you”—her voice caught and she curled her hand into a weak fist against his breastplate—“you didn’t save Penny.”

The words weren’t directed at Jaune. Not really.

But Jaune stood frozen anyway. His mouth moved, and after a tense second, his voice finally escaped: “There was no other way.”

Ruby stilled. “What?”

“Back then, I couldn’t—we couldn’t just let Cinder take her maiden powers. She was bleeding out, Ruby, there wasn’t time to—and if Cinder got even more powerful—“

Ruby wasn’t hearing him. She stumbled back a step, face pale, heart shaking her whole frame with every beat. “No,” she whispered. “You didn’t.” Her eyes cut to Weiss. “You said—“

Weiss looked away. From Ruby, from the stunned gazes of both Blake and Yang, from all of them.

“Things were complicated enough already,” she told the ground, the same ground that was falling out from under Ruby’s feet.

And then Yang was there, shoving Jaune away with a warning look. “Give her some godsdamned space. Ruby, hey. Look at me.”

Ruby couldn’t bring her sister into focus. She couldn’t catch her breath. Her blood roared in her ears, her every thought broke apart into static, and she had to leave.

The urge, building from the instant Cinder’s visage had torn her confidence to shreds, became overpowering. Heedless of her sister’s hand reaching out, Jaune’s stammered apology, Weiss’s tears, and Blake’s horrified silence, Ruby fled. Trembling muscles turned to petals and Yang’s fingers closed on empty air.

#uat writing #ruby rose #jaune arc #yang xiao long #rwby fanfiction #rwby volume 9 #work in progress ofc but the vibe is good #this’ll blend well with wildfire’s take on the tea scene aftermath

[ceilingfan5]

Rockband + werecreatures au👀?

Listen! Sometimes you’re so close to going fucking insane that you have to push the final button yourself. You know? Sometimes you’re the camel and you’re so goddamn tired of all the goddamn straw–oops! How did that Last Straw get on there? Too late! You know? You’re the bug and the boot and you’re the squish and the stain and the absence, you’re the noise and the noise and the noise and the noise. 

Seems like Taako is always the noise, these days. It’s easy to be the noise. It’s easy to fill a room to the brim–to drop a flashbang and know people fucking saw something, they’ll remember something, but he got to pick what that something was. A lot harder to just… be in a space. Existing makes Taako itchy. Makes him feel like his skin’s about to peel off and his bones are gonna crack and warp and hideously reach for the gentle light of the moon, like he’s him and he’s a monster and the monster is him and he is the monster, always the monster–

It may or may not be that time of the month.

Which pisses him off, as he sits there noodling on the keyboard in their big hollow practice space. Whale fall of a band hall, the exposed ribs holding up the ceiling, the walls at a half-perceptible angle that no badge-wearing bitch ever could have signed off on, and when it’s full? When that parking lot is full, when all the bottom feeders have come to feast? Man, you can feel it in your bones. 

There are two ways to feel alive, and neither one is good for Taako’s blood pressure. 

He hammers on the keys, skin too fucking tight, heart beating too fucking fast, and his tempo is burning garbage, and those nasty neighbor kids left firecrackers in the trash again. He’s not even supposed to be here. He had a prior engagement. He had plans. He had hopes, once, dreams, even, but honestly, how embarrassing. He wants to rip and bite and tear and kill. He wants to riff so hard he forgets his name. He should get his guitar and plug it in instead, but he’s on the edge, and if something shoves him bodily over it, careening for a hard pause, he’ll fuck up the strings again and get in trouble. They aren’t famous enough yet to just break stuff. But oh, when that day comes…

Keyboard it is, until he can hold his claws back. D, D, B flat, C– no, no, no, fuck, it never sounds right. What the fuck was Magnus thinking? Idiot doesn’t have ears that perk at every passing car in the night. (Or…does he? He’ll have to google if bears have good hearing later.) He’s got his own problems, yeah, but Taako isn’t being understanding right now, he’s being an absolute bitch, and he can hardly stand himself. Break him open, he’ll be bright as super nova full of glow stick acid. How can anyone expect him to be calm and nice and good, not least himself? No wonder no one wants him. Easier to be the flashbang, to be the noise. 

“Taako?”

D, D, B flat, C– it isn’t going to work, not with these lyrics. What were they thinking? 

“Taako…”

“Fuck off,” Taako growls. Kravitz does not, in fact, fuck off. He’s incorrigible that way, always turning up like a bad penny. Maybe a counterfeit penny. This one is smiling. Makes you think, why shouldn’t the guy be pleased with himself once in a while? 

Smug fucker. 

“I’m not going to ask,” Kravitz says, being all understanding or some shit. “You don’t have to tell me.”

“Sweet, I won’t, thanks for the permission, guy.” Taako hammers on all the keys at once. Maybe if Kravitz opens his mouth again he’ll straight up sit on the stupid thing. 

“But I could pick up drums or bass, if you want to jam?”

“I don’t want to jam. Unless we’re talking a fork in an electrical socket.” 

Kravitz nods like this isn’t a middle-school ass answer. Taako’s hardly thinking- well, hardly thinking at all, let alone clearly. Kravitz knows he’s pissed. Maybe if he were like Taako, he’d smell it on him, but you could have no nose at all and pick up on it right now, honestly. 

God, Taako wishes Kravitz could understand. 

“He stood me up,” he says, still feeling mean, mean, mean, fury burning up his bloodstream. “And you know what? You know how stupid- I thought this time would be different. Fucking-” he doesn’t have any words to follow. He wants to spit acid. Kravitz doesn’t seem bothered enough for him, as he swings himself up onto the stage. Stupid bastard ignoring the stairs to look cool. He’s feeling something, but Taako can’t figure it out. All the senses in the world don’t add up if you can’t focus to do the math. It’s just noise. 

“I’ll kill him and eat him for you, if you want,” Kravitz says, sitting heavily at the drumset. He starts tapping a countoff, setting the pace. 

“Nah,” Taako says, oddly touched. “He’s probably poisonous. Lawyer.”

“Fuck,” Kravitz says. “What are you doing, fucking lawyers?” He starts in on the drum solo of one of their best songs, and not one to miss a beat, Taako joins him. He wishes he could trust himself on the guitar right now. He needs to slam that motherfucker into another dimension. 

“I can fuck whoever I want.”

“You can, no judgment, just- Like you said. Poisonous.” Hard to hear him over the set. The noise beats in Taako’s chest, and he loves it. 

“Yeah. Maybe I’ve got a taste for it.” 

“Blegh,” Kravitz says, fully sticking his tongue out like a third grader. Taako’s surprised into laughing. 

“Yeah, alright, maybe I’m sulking. Shut up.” 

Kravitz snickers. The impending chorus looms. 

“Seriously, fuck whatever you like.”

“You don’t care?”

“Do you want me to care?” Kravitz doesn’t miss a beat. Asshole. 

What’s Taako supposed to say? He’s cornered.

“No,” he says, audibly delayed. 

Kravitz shakes his head. They miss the first chorus. 

“Cause if you want me to care, you know I will.”

“I do.” Taako’s skin writhes. He doesn’t want to talk. He just wanted to make noise. “I- I don’t know. Maybe I’m poisonous. I’ll bite you and you’ll die.” 

“Venomous?”

“Nerd.”

Kravitz cocks his head, not denying it. 

“I’m not afraid of your teeth.”

“Maybe you should be!” 

“Nah.” 

They both stop playing. The hall creaks, the silence echoes. 

Taako looks at him. 

“I know, Taako.” Kravitz fiddles with his sticks. “You want me to just say stuff? I’ll stop quipping. I know.” 

Taako stares at him. 

“What are you, some kind of were-chaser?” 

Kravitz laughs, startled. 

“I mean, it doesn’t turn me off-”

“Jesus!” Taako walks away from the keyboard, pacing. “You know? You know- and-”

“And I’d still kiss you.” 

“Hard to kiss with all those teeth,” Taako grumbles. 

“Tell me to fuck off, and I will. But you have to mean it.” Kravitz folds his arms. Taako looks at him. Kravitz stares right back. 

There’s no way Taako isn’t giving him pathetic sad puppy eyes right now. His night has sucked too bad, and he got too mad, and now he just feels like a stuffed animal dropped in the bathtub. 

“Can I make you dinner?” Kravitz asks, a little softer. Fucker. Knowing Taako’s too riled to go out right now. Damn him so hard. 

“No chance in hell,” Taako says pleasantly, even though his voice cracks nasty. “Cause that is poisonous. Buy me steak.”

“Yeah,” Krav says, giving him the biggest, mooniest eyes. “Anything you like.”

#taz #taakitz #tazb #the adventure zone #the adventure zone balance #fan5fics #taz balance #taakitz fic #thank you!!

[crying-pan420]

The choir playing video games

Ocean- She really likes the Sims because she gets to control everything and everyone and can simulate the perfect life for herself and enact her dreams in the game with the careers. She definitely plays it for a week straight (when she has no school work) then for the rest of the year forgets about it. Most the time in this week the choir thinks she’s died

Jane Doe/Penny- Untitled Goose Game because she really enjoys just running around and destroy everything she finds it funny and tries to convince the choir to play it. Not much reason behind it just vibes also tomadachi life

Ricky- Pokemon because it’s mentioned in the musical but also!!! really likes FNAF world because of the cool aspect of it and also for the space level and how you can unlock characters and customise your party. Also stray just for the cat and Undertale and Cuphead because

Mischa- I read in a fic once not sure who’s but that Mischa plays Call of Duty but I can also image him playing Subnautica and calling anything that jumpscares him a bitch. Also I think he would play fortnite the keep up with his gangsta shooting game persona and try to get the rest of the choir to play too, Constance is weirdly good at it. Also Friday Night Funkin he likes the jams and uploads all his games to his YouTube

Constance- I feel like cooking mama would be up there and also it takes too cuz she really likes playing it with friends and getting to work together. However one time the pairing was Noel and Ocean, let’s just say stuff got thrown. Anyway other games definitely animal crossing like every version

Noel- He would play Stardew Valley for the love interests and to befriend the town cuz he’d really enjoy all the cut scenes and getting to do the festivals with his husband. I think he’s go after Shane for the driving to drink bit. Also he has declared a war on Robin, Leah and Penny because they are ginger.

#ride the cyclone #rtc #headcannons #video games #ocean oconnell rosenberg #ocean rtc #constance blackwood #constance rtc #noel gruber #noel rtc #ricky rtc #ricky potts #penny rtc #jane doe rtc #mischa bachinski #mischa rtc

[brendaonao3]

5, 16, 17 and 19 for Maverick (the character asks)? Thanks :D

Hi there, Nonnie!!! <3

For the Send Me A Character And A Number And I'll Tell You Ask Game

5. a headcanon that's all but canon, and that's a hill I will die on

Oh, totally that Pete went into the foster care system after his mom died - it explains so much about his loner, rely-on-no-one mentality, and why he has so many issues forming attachments, and why he clings to tightly to the few people he does let in past his walls.

16. favorite canon relationship

This one's tough, because there are so many that I adore (Mav & Goose, Mav & Ice, Mav & Hondo, Mav & Carole, Mav & Viper, Mav & Penny, to name a few) -

But, if I'm being honest, one of the biggest reasons TG:M works so well for me is the Bradley & Mav relationship. It's so messy and so raw and filled with so much history, and the film never tries to dumb it down or gloss over any of the cracks or suggest that one party is right & the other is wrong. It's a very ADULT relationship - and by that, I mean, it treats both characters and the audience with respect, and the film gives them each space to breathe and also allows them to feel that weight and that history, and for each interaction to build on each other.

Because there aren't too many films that show that loving someone and hating someone and being angry and remorseful and impressed and awed, sometimes all at once, is SO normal. And I loved seeing it.

(Look, I could go on & on & on about these two and that history and that complexity and all of the ways their love and anger and grief is so brilliantly portrayed, but I'll spare you :D)

17. favorite fanon relationship

I mean, Ice/Mav obviously - those two are a God Tier level, your faves could never, transcends time & space, could & does move mountains, you complete me, OMG THEY WERE WINGMEN ship. They are OG, the realest of the real, and I will love them forever.

19. [blank] / dealer's choice

Okay, since you left it up to me, I'm going to go on a very slight rant (everyone try not to act so shocked :D)

I know it's fun to joke about Mav as some dumbass, feral, bottom-brat agent of chaos, but it ignores the fact that Mav is - in canon - RIDICULOUSLY smart.

He's not just winging it & hoping for the best - he is legit THE best pilot the Navy has ever produced, able to make complex calculations in a split second, able to analyze flight patterns at a glance, able to READ people & how they'll react & use that to his advantage. Yes, he's cocky & takes risks, but he's cocky because he knows these planes inside & out and what they're capable of better than anyone, and every risk he takes is one where he's already analyzed every possible outcome in his head.

(Not sure if anyone's ever delved into this in fic, but if anyone feels like writing one that goes into what a brilliant chess player Mav is, I'd read the hell out of it :D)

In fact, I'd say that's most of the reason why he pisses off so many Admirals - and you can see it in the mission test run scene - he just makes paper-pushing Admirals look stupid as fuck, and men in command don't typically take that too kindly. Ice doesn't bail Mav out of these jams solely because of loyalty - he does it because (as he said) the Navy NEEDS Mav & the way he flies & all of that intelligence & experience.

Anyway, the point is, not enough attention gets paid to the fact that Mav is crazy-intelligent.

#brenda answers things #pete maverick mitchell #roosmav #rooster x maverick #icemav #tgm headcanon #top gun headcanons #i just love pete okay #(not as much as ice does) #(but no one loves mav like ice does) #top gun #top gun: maverick

[joethetoonfanandoutcast]

Our black cat girl lives! After lying and getting hopes up from Space Jam: A New Legacy advertisement, the writers of Bugs Bunny Builders made up for it by bringing Penny back and giving her something to do.

At least something good game out of this new generation stuff.

#penelope pussycat #victory for our girl #bugs bunny builders #looney tunes #there's hope yet

[raindrvq]

Mischa Bachinski listens to Scary Bitches real

(originally this was in the tags but i started writing too much so im dumping it all here)

Mischa, lover of all things horror and spooky, finds them because he has super random taste in music and listens to a bit of everything as long as he can jam out to it

he listens to their music and then decides to share their songs with noel and savannah because it seems like smth theyd like, even shows a few songs to jane.

Noel likes You'll End Up Looking Like the Scary Bitches, You Always Eat the One You Love, and Necrofancy. No explanation needed theyre just him core

Mischa first shows Savannah Lesbian Vampryes From Outer Space bc, well just look at the title. But she watches the music video and is obsessed ! Loves the outfits especially, mayb even takes some inspo.

Jane likes The Hole ! I feel like Jane would like sort of gothic and spooky stuff and the hole just felt fitting (this is based on Jane Doe rather than Penny Lamb btw)

One of Mischa's favorites is Piss All Over Your Grave, likes to listen to it when he's feeling the rage. He'll jam out to any song tho.

#sry for not being v active been v busy lately 😞 #honestly didnt mean to write much abt this whoops #bonus: #ocean refuses to listen to them #a band with profanity in the name?? no way #not rly constances type of music #if the others are playing it she might jam to a few songs but never chooses to listen to em #rtc #ride the cyclone #mischa bachinski #rtc mischa #mischa rtc #noel gruber #rtc noel #noel rtc #savannah potts #rtc savannah #savannah rtc #ricky potts #rtc ricky #ricky rtc #jane doe #rtc jane #rtc jane doe #ride the cyclone jane doe #jane rtc #jane doe rtc #cam says stuff

[missnight0wl]

Overall, the Hogsmeade Festival TLSQ is pretty decent. However, the part with the Matagots distraction really made me roll my eyes.

Alright, so here’s what happened. While in Hogsmeade, we spent time discussing with Penny how we could delay the train. Then, we contacted Barnaby and Liz, who were assumingly still at Hogwarts (and the Matagots were definitely at Hogwarts). Then, we went to the Train Station in Hogsmeade to create a distraction, so MC could get on the train to talk to Annalena.

What could’ve happened instead? We could’ve gone straight to the Train Station because apparently, the train was just standing there all that time.

Like… I just don’t understand why the delay was necessary. I mean, I assume it’s simply about filling the space in the story, but still. Also, I don’t get why was it a problem for MC to get on the train without a ticket. Sure, it was said later that this particular conductor is very strict about it, but MC was worried about it even before talking to him. I mean, in my experience, you can totally get on a train without a ticket as long as it’s at the station. The lack of a ticket becomes a problem once a train moves.

Finally, I’m pretty sure that Hogwarts Express is supposed to be used twice a year: to take students to Hogwarts and to take them back to London. There’s really no reason for most wizards and witches to take a train when they can use the Floo Network, or, y’know… Apparate, for example. Again, I realise that Jam City probably just didn’t know how to use this fanservice (because using it as the first chapter of a year would be too hard…), so they started using it pretty randomly. But… c’mon. A Ministry official wouldn’t be taking Hogwarts Express.

#hogwarts mystery #hphm #hphm spoilers #hogsmeade festival tlsq #playing hphm

[fnafsbheadcanon]

Gregory and Sarah set up a whole sleepover at the pizzaplex with the help of Penny bringing him and the other kids over there. Vanessa decided to allow it as she just slept through it.

They just watch space jam all night

#fnaf spoilers #fnaf security breach #fnaf gregory #sarah the cute niece #fnaf vanessa #fnaf headcanon

[theghostpinesmusic]

What is the line that gets included in every single movie trailer for the concluding movie of every series these days? "THIS IS THE END" or something like that?

Well, THIS IS THE END. At least of me covering this particular Phish run. I feel like I've been watching these shows and writing about them for way more than seven nights, but that's probably because I only watch like one show a week because for 95% of my waking hours I prefer to be a) not sitting on a couch and b) not tripping absolute balls to the point I forget what my hands are.

To be clear, I love that 5%. I just want to keep it at 5%.

Anyway, of course the final show of this monumental run (better pound-for-pound than the Baker's Dozen, don't @ me) ends with "Harry Hood." Because "Hood" has been my favorite Phish song since I started seeing shows in 2009, and it is therefore, in my humble opinion, the absolutely perfect choice for putting a huge exclamation point at the end of this (or any) run of shows.

I'll hold off from giving you some long run-down on the song's history for now; suffice to say that it's one of the band's oldest compositions, and though it's frankly pretty weird compositionally (shocking, right?!), what blows my mind every time despite hearing versions of it for twenty-five years now is the way the jam builds up toward the D-A-G resolution that both climaxes and concludes the song. The build is always different, but it's always wonderful, in part because you always know where you're going to land, no matter how you get there. You are always going to feel good about "Hood."

That said, this 8/5 take is a pretty, pretty great version of the tune. I have an extremely extensive and extremely nerdy mental list of my own favorite versions from the band's history (right now I'm partial to 8/7/09, the first version I ever saw live), and this one is up there somewhere.

The song always begins with this kind-of-off-kilter reggae-style introduction. It's my pet theory that the longer the introduction, the more likely you are to get a top-tier "Hood." This is the equivalent of making a wish before throwing a penny into a fountain, but whatever. This intro is pretty long and features Fishman's sample pad and all kinds of weird Robot Noises from Trey, and the following jam is amazing, so clearly I'm objectively right.

I could spend an entire post pointing out the sections of the composed part of "Hood" that are amazing, and explaining why I love them all...but I won't. Instead, I'll just say that the build that starts at 3:49 is one of my absolute favorite things to experience surrounded by a crowd of Phish fans. The video, of course, does not capture the crowd energy here at all (and it's possible that the MSG fans were just dead at this point, but I doubt it) so you'll just have to take my word for it.

The composed portion of the song ends at 5:46, and the band starts, as usual, from an almost complete breakdown of sound, building to what will eventually be the best key change in all of rock music.

I love how this version stays quiet for quite a while, with Page's organ playing in particular standing out in the midst of an onslaught of delicacy. Fishman, also, continues to be an alien...but in this case, a gentle, soft-spoken alien.

I could literally listen to the first few minutes of this jam on loop every day for the rest of my life.

There's a point where Mike kind of takes over and plays a little out of the box, and it's really nice.

At 8:30, it feels like (I think?) Trey moves the band into a minor key space, but the patient build continues even as the tone of the music becomes a bit more sinister.

The jam gets a bit more effects-heavy starting at 9:10, and Trey starts playing with some kind of reverse-guitar effect that always makes me think of Revolution-era Beatles. This is super-awesome. I am re-digging it. An ambient jam in a "Hood" is a rare thing these days, and this one hovers in that space for quite a long time.

The alien-call tone that Trey deploys at 10:45 is just crazy. As a guitarist, I have no idea how you play a guitar that's making that sound and make it sound like anything coherent, and yet he's leading this space jam with it.

The lights at this point are just wonderful. Starting at 11:40 or so, Mike's playing becomes circular, almost mantra-like, as he holds the melodic center in place while everyone else ranges outward, crashing around in the margins.

By 12:00, we've started to resolve into something that's a bit more straightforward, a more "typical" Phish jam, inasmuch as there is such a thing. Page plays a riff that Trey picks up on, and then they start bouncing back and forth between each other as the speed and the tension builds. The lights intensify in tandem with the music. I think I hear Trey play a "Wingsuit" tease.

My absolute fucking favorite thing about this particular "Hood" happens at 13:12, when Page starts playing the song's closing riff in D as the rest of the band continues, briefly, the jam that had been building to that point. This is something you likely only notice if you've listened to hundreds of "Hood"s in your life and do dorky shit like write blog posts about Phish jams OR you're one of the four guys in the band, but it's an amazing few moments where the song sits between the chaotic build and the joyous resolution, and it is both and neither at the same time.

Trey works his way toward the resolution until he hits it at 13:30, fifteen seconds or so after Page, and then the whole band just explodes into the song's outro.

"You can feel good about Hood," indeed.

We get an absolutely nuts noise climax at the end, but hey, these guys just played seven sold-out nights at Madison Square Garden. They're allowed a victory lap.

There will definitely be more Phish write-ups in the future...I'm trying to find time to watch their Mexico run from February, and as I write this their four-show stand at Las Vegas's Sphere is just a few days away. So, yeah.

For now, though, I'm going to pivot to some other stuff (mostly Goose, as you likely guessed).

I also bought tickets for Phish's four-day Labor Day run in Denver in part because of how much fun I had watching and writing about these shows. So...that's exciting.

#phish #music #live music #writing #videos #jams #jam band #tour journal #Youtube

[starchanged]

which Legendary or Mythical Pokèmon do you think better represents your muse? Why?

I'd have to say Cosmog due to the themes of space & stars as well as several of the pokedex entries.

In Ultra Moon it's Pokedex entry reads

"Whether or not it's a Pokémon from this world is a mystery. When it's in a jam, it warps away to a safe place to hide." The fact that Cosmog's origins to the world are unknown is a theme I keep toying with regarding Penny as well. The idea of 'Are they from this world or not'. Not exactly in an alien or extraterrestrial kind of way but more in a 'They simply aren't part of this world/universe at all' kind of way. The secon half also fits because when Penny is in trouble they have a tendency to hide from that trouble. Whether it's hiding from the trouble literally like hiding from a violent pokemon or bully or hiding from the consequences of their actions by avoiding specific situations or locking themselves in their room.

These connections with Cosmog are also amplified in the Sword Pokedex entry

Where it's claimed that "This Pokemon(Cosmog) is from another universe. Its gaseous body is so light that even a gentle breeze can blow it away." On a funny note I also associate the second half of that pokedex entry with Penny. Because Penny is such a bad fighter a guest of wind could probably push them over. :/

And continued on in Shield's Pokedex entry for Cosmog which reads

"Cosmog is very curious but not very cautious, often placing itself in danger. If things start to look dicey, it teleports away." This is also really fitting to Penny who I feel is the most cautious of the Area Zero kids but is still driven by their curiosity enough to make rather reckless decisions. Plus when that recklessness leads them to danger they tend to take the run away option as soon as they can. As mentioned above they're not a strong fighter and really prefer to avoid conflict at all times.

#✩ ooc ✩ #✩ asks ✩ #✩ headcanons ✩ #✩ queue ✩ #((It actually took me a REALLY long time to figure this out #Cause I wasn't finding any legendaries or mythics that really fit until I began really thinking bout cosmog w/ Penny #and then it all just hit at once))

[shegottosayit]

When I was a kid I had a Lola Bunny change purse (Space Jam related merch circa 1996 when I was 6) with 100 Pennies. I’d count them and then sort them by year. Regularly enough for this post.For reasons I can’t remember (signs of a little ocd child)

[wondariaselfship]

F/O List (But Now It's Mobile Friendly)

Emoji Key:

Any F/O with a 🌸 by their name is one of my main F/Os

Type of relationship: 💕 - Soulmate, 💝 - Romantic, 🍡 - Platonic, 🥞 - Familial

Comfort with sharing: 👯‍♀️ - I’m perfectly fine sharing, ☝ - ask first (you already have permission if you’re a mutual), 🤨 - would rather not share (ask first, even if you’re a mutual), 🆖 -  NO Doubles, Please!

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Ulala (Space Channel 5) 🌸💕🆖 [S/I: Otogi, ship tag: #to the end of the galaxy]

Neku Sakuraba (The World Ends with You) 💝👯‍♀️ [S/I: Kokoro, ship tag: #all my world needs is you]

Geeta (Pokemon Scarlet and Violet) 🌸💝🆖 [S/I: Kinako, ship tag: #la primera de mi corazon]

Eri (Pokemon Scarlet and Violet) 🌸💝👯‍♀️ [S/I: Hazel, ship tag: i’d still love you]

Adaman (Pokemon Legends Arceus) 💝👯‍♀️ [S/I: Odette, ship tag: #diamond in the clan]

Beat (Jet Set Radio) 🌸💝☝ [S/I: Spice, ship tag: #unapologetically gg]

Fret (NEO: The World Ends with You) 🌸🍡👯‍♀️ [S/I: Kokoro, ship tag: #a reminder of your warmth]

N (Pokemon Black and White) 🍡☝ [S/I: Kyoko, ship tag: #wonderful dreams and ideals]

Sierra (Pokemon GO) 🌸💝🆖 [S/I: Nelly, ship tag: #lavender kisses]

Cliff (Pokemon GO) 🍡👯‍♀️ [S/I: Miffy, ship tag: #strength and grace]

Candela (Pokemon GO) 🌸💕🆖 [S/I: Negai, ship tag: #valor forever]

Jaguar (Space Channel 5) 🌸🍡🤨 [S/I: Mae, ship tag: #you’re not alone anymore]

Orbulon (WarioWare) 🌸🍡👯‍♀️ [S/I: Hoshi, ship tag: #this conversation is in your heart]

Balan (Balan Wonderworld) 🥞☝ [S/I: Nina, ship tag: #top hat travels]

Brassius (Pokemon Scarlet and Violet) 🥞👯‍♀️ [S/I: Texas, ship tag: #avant-garde futures await us]

Fecto Elfilis (Kirby and the Forgotten Land) 🌸💝🆖 [S/I: Fecto Memoria, ship tag: #none shall forget you]

Clawroline (Kirby and the Forgotten Land) 🌸💝☝️ [S/I: Tenko, ship tag: #wishing you the beast]

The Three Mage-Sisters (Kirby Star Allies) 🌸💝☝️* [S/I: Megami, ship tags: #divine intervention (group) / the blooming of a snow flower (Francisca) / flaming fixation (Flamberge) / a perfect storm (Zan Partizanne)] *I'm fine if you selfship with any of them platonically or familially, but please ask to interact if you selfship romantically with any of them (note: if you selfship romantically with Zan Partizanne, I will most likely decline your request to interact with me due to my insecurities about sharing her romantically.)

Hyness (Kirby Star Allies) 🌸🥞👯‍♀️ [S/I: Megami, ship tag: #insanity jam session]

Drawcia (Kirby: Canvas Curse) 💝👯‍♀️ [S/I: Palette, ship tag: #hue are my everything]

Susie (Kirby Planet Robobot) 💝☝️ [S/I: Graceanne, ship tag: #and be at ease]

Baron Gallic (Kirby light novels) 💝🆖️ [S/I: Nio, ship tag: #one day it will feel like forever]

Traitor Magolor (Kirby's Return to Dream Land) 💝☝️ [S/I: Astoria, ship tag: #far-flung fantasy]

Taboo Artist (Penny's Big Breakaway) 💝🆖️ [S/I: none (just me), ship tag: #cosmic string of fate]

Penny (Penny's Big Breakaway) 🍡👯‍♀️ [S/I: none (just me), ship tag: #dual yotagonists]

Sheila (Penny's Big Breakaway) 🍡👯‍♀️ [S/I: none (just me), ship tag: #the tide returns]

Mr. Q (Penny's Big Breakaway) 🍡👯‍♀️ [S/I: none (just me), ship tag: #a spell for your smile]

Judge Rufus (Penny's Big Breakaway) 🍡👯‍♀️ [S/I: none (just me), ship tag: #a perfectly legal friendship]

Emperor Eddie (Penny's Big Breakaway) 🍡👯‍♀️ [S/I: none (just me), ship tag: #stronger than the doubts]