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lonelycowgirls · 6 months

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Remember, remember...

Stella adored the 'ber' months. Warm lattes, flavoured with sweet syrups within her favourite mug cozies; chilly walks spotting each of the colours covering the trees lining their road; cuddling up to the cats with Planet Earth III on the telly, before tucking into crusty bread rolls filled with leftover meat from the Sunday roast while watching Strictly. These were the best months, and Harry was home to see them again.

Standing in their dimly lit hallway, she threw her fluffy scarf around her neck, jumping slightly when she felt warm hands run around her hips to slide around her waist.

"Come on, we've got half an hour before the prices on the gates go from affordable to fucking extortionate."

"Last time I checked, you were a multi-millionaire."

"Doesn't mean I'm looking to fork out on only ten minutes of fireworks while I freeze my balls off." He punctuated with a kiss to her cheek. The sound of cats screeching pierced her ears from down the hallway in the living room. Delilah must have been 'playfighting' again. Harry removed his arms to pluck his wooly hat from the tip of the banister, Stella grabbed the keys and they were out the door.

Grabbing her hand, Harry pulled Stella onto the bustling pavement of families heading in the direction of the local park near the heath. Little children skipping down the road carrying flashing swords and wands. Babies stuffed into padded suits, strapped to dads' chests, their legs flopping with each step their fathers took. Stella quickly shot a text over to Gemma to let them know they were on their way, while Harry stopped to take a photo with a couple of fans.

"Ah, thank you so much. I really appreciate that." He said, smiling while scratching the back of his neck - always so bashful in these scenarios.

"No seriously, you're her favourite artist." The older blonde woman said, beside her daughter who was beaming from ear to ear. Harry touched a hand to his chest and bowed slightly in thanks.

"Thank you. Did you make it to any shows?"

"Only, like, every one at Wembley and one of the Cardiff ones." The younger girl laughed nervously, in disbelief that she was speaking to the man of her dreams. Stella caught Harry's eye and smiled with a nod. She knew Harry's heart would swell with gratitude, but he'd feel guilty that he'd never be able to thank this girl for all the money and time she'd spent on him - indirectly supporting the amazing life he lived. The girl asked him for a hug, before they parted ways. Harry flung his arm around Stella again and brought her in close.

"You hear that? I'm her favourite artist. She went to five shows!" He squeezed her neck tightly before kissing the top of her head. She giggled, rolling her eyes fondly. Linking their fingers on her shoulder, she glanced up at him as they walked.

"She was really nice. You probably made her whole night." Despite still walking in step, Harry managed to lean down and capture her lips in a quick peck, smiling down at her before having to look where they were going again.

As they headed towards the gates, where two older men were stood donned in high-vis jackets, Harry slowed down to slip his hand into his back pocket, fishing out his wallet. Stella's phone vibrated and she looked to see a text from Gemma.

Gem: We're just by the candy floss stand when you get in xx

Harry paid their entry fee and slopped through the muddy grass that had been dug up by so much footfall, while Stella had her bag checked.

"Aw, babe look at that puppy." He pointed towards a small black labrador that was playing - or more trying to play - with a much older looking bloodhound. Stella cooed and took a quick video on her phone to add to her Instagram Stories. The interaction ended up with Harry having his picture taken with the puppy and its owners that Stella knew would be all over the internet by the end of the night.

Wandering the grounds a little more, Stella kept a beady eye out for Gemma and Michal. "They said they'd be by the candy floss... wherever that is." She said, stopping to get her phone out again to call her.

"There they are!" Harry said, taking off to tackle Michal around the waist, simultaneously ruffling his sisters hair.

"Took you two bloody long enough!" Gemma said, scowling at her (not so little) brother and readjusting her new fringe, while side-hugging Stella.

"Harry got stopped a few times, s'cool though." Stella said, smiling slightly. She'd gotten used to Harry's lifestyle by now, but it still made her a feel bad for getting irritated.

"We're just gonna pop to get us some hot chocolates, my treat." Harry said, turning to head to the van with Michal.

"Alright, H. Thanks." Gemma said, turning back to Stella, both of their faces illuminated thanks to the glowing sign of the candy floss stand. "So, how's things now?" She gave Stella a knowing look.

"It's alright, we're settling a bit more now. He's really trying to not... piss me off." The two women laughed, Gemma nodding along, knowing exactly what she meant. "Think it's just how it is with us at the moment, feels like we're at a bit of a crossroads I'm not gonna lie."

"Well, if you ever need anyone to talk to you know where I am." Stella nodded. They spoke some more about Anne and her new children's book, then spoke about Dolly's first curated shoot with Vogue, then the boys were back.

"I got you marshmallows, Stell, that alright? Didn't know if you wanted them or not."

"Course it is, thank you." She looked up at Harry and fiddled with his fingers to connect their hands through his gloves again. His eyes lingered on Stella, thankful to have not fucked up this time - even though it may be the tiniest thing.

The four of them headed over to the crowded bonfire area, Stella lifting to her tiptoes to actually feel the warmth on her cheeks.

"Did you see Planet Earth last week?"

"Aw yeah, those poor seals nearly had me in tears!" Stella commented, taking the lid from her cup to blow on the liquid inside.

"Me too, honestly it's the best thing on telly at the moment. It's absolutely heartbreaking sometimes. Really makes you think though, in terms of climate change and all."

"God yeah, we're fucking everything up." Cocking her head in her partners direction as he sipped on his own drink. "Harry's on about getting solar panels for our place."

Gemma nodded, "sounds like a good shout, mate. I know someone who-" She was cut off by a sudden enormous bang. She heard the distinct 'fuck me!' from Harry a few feet away. Everyone's heads flew up towards the sky, now painted with pink and gold sparkles. Stella laughed at Harry's sister's startle as well as her own, nudging her side before feeling a strong arm loop around her neck again.

Harry stood behind her, leaning his head back to empty the dregs of his drink into his throat - Stella not having even started to sip hers, almost as if he'd always been immune to the heat that she was so sensitive to.

The familiar 'ooh's' and 'aah's' sounded off around them, as well as a few screaming cries of young children. Stella admired the gorgeous clear sky and the explosions of colour above her, smiling with the warmth of her man behind her. He swayed them both slightly as they both watched the display, she glanced up at him, seeing the twinkling lights reflect in his eyes and feeling butterflies swarm her belly.

He looked down back at her, a look of awe still on his face from the glittering show before them, before it morphed into an enquiring smirk.

"Love you." Stella mouthed, smiling contentedly. The smirk grew, him leaning down to kiss her lips tenderly, once, twice, murmuring a 'love you' against her lips, before moving up to peck her forehead. She licked her lips, the taste of him topped with sweet notes of chocolate. Bumping her hips back into him, she giggled when he tightened his hold around her neck and pushed forward, playfully teasing her for what would inevitably come when they got back home.

They'd leave the gates of the park and head back down the road, their joined hands swinging between them. They'd walk up the steps of their home and she'd fumble with the lock, as usual, eventually shoving it open frustratedly, knocking the autumn wreath that adorned it. Once inside, she'd toe off her ankle boots and peel off her layers, him following suit. Trotting to the kitchen with Delilah weaving between her legs, flicking the kettle on before being caught by Harry and subsequently lifted onto the counter.

His lips upon her neck and her hands underneath his thick woolen jumper, she'd have a familiar thought as his tongue peeked out against her skin, warming her from the inside out; yeah, Stella adored the 'ber' months.

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Another short one, hope you enjoy and I hope all my British pals had a fabulous bonfire night/weekend!

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Nel xo

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calaisreno · 11 months

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Lost and Found

Prompt: Redecorating

The sofa has reached the end of its natural life.

Sherlock has resisted replacing it, despite the cushions leaking some substance that makes him sneeze and several springs poking into his back when he’s trying to find his Mind Palace.

“Do you have one in there?” John asks.

Sherlock is baffled, then narrows his eyes. “Do I have a sofa in my Mind Palace?”

John shrugs and gives him a cheeky grin. “Well, I’ve never visited, so I wouldn’t know. For all I know, it’s more posh than the King’s digs.”

“I don’t want a new sofa,” Sherlock gripes. “I want the old one fixed.”

“Nobody does that kind of work anymore,” John explains. Again. This conversation seems to be running on a loop. “It’s too far gone. In any case, we’ll need to carry it out back to the skip.”

Sherlock sits in his chair, pulling his knees up to his chin. He needs to sulk for a few minutes before he’ll help.

“I’ll take the cushions down first,” John says, ignoring the sulk. “We’ll wrangle the frame down after.”

Removing one of the cushions, he tosses it aside. It’s Sherlock’s favourite cushion, the one where John’s bum always rests on movie nights, with Sherlock’s head in his lap.

It’s hard to watch, like seeing an old friend taken apart. Well, Sherlock doesn’t have friends, only one, who is currently disassembling his favourite sofa as if it were merely furniture.

“Hey, I found money!” John holds up a coin. It’s an old one-pound coin with Queen Elizabeth’s profile. He pockets it.

“That might be mine,” Sherlock says.

John smirks. “You never have money in your pockets. Not even a penny. Oh, here’s a penny!”

He tosses it at Sherlock, who catches it. It’s brown, with a man’s profile. “Who is this?”

“Probably George VI.” John comes over and studies it. “1949. Might be worth a pound.”

Sherlock tucks the coin in his pocket and listens to John muttering as he runs a hand into the framework.

“I wonder how old this sofa is. What’s this? An old sock.”

“I am not currently missing any socks from my index,” Sherlock says. “It must be yours.”

“Mine, then. The dryer eats them. Not sure how it ended up here.”

“It’s a wormhole. Sofas are full of things no one can identify. Artefacts from other dimensions.”

“Hm, I think you’re right. Remember when we got the new microwave, after you blew up the last one with that experiment? We didn’t get the smell out for weeks. And we promptly lost the manual for the new one. Here is it.” He tosses it on the table.

Sherlock sits up, pointing at the next item John’s fished out of the depths. “What’s that?”

“A key. No idea what door it’s for.”

Sherlock comes over, takes it out of his hand. “I think it’s the key to my old flat. I couldn’t find it when I terminated my lease, and they said it didn’t matter, they’d be changing the locks anyway.” He sits on the floor, turning it over in his fingers.

John sits on the remaining cushion. “Where did you live before here?”

“Montague Street. Dreadful flat.”

“You never saw where I was living before, did you?”

“I did.” His face flushes.

“How did you— oh, God, you picked the lock, didn’t you? While you were off looking for pink suitcases, you broke into my bedsit.”

“Evidence, John. If one is going to share rooms with a person, it’s best to know all you can.”

“And what did my room tell you?”

“That you needed to live with me.” He smiles. “Is that the remote for the telly?”

John giggles. “I hid it last week when you were getting ready to watch that documentary about the serial killers again.”

“I was bored! If I can’t have a serial killer of my own, I might be permitted to vicariously enjoy some.”

“You’re mad, you know. Here’s a note: Do not bin the eyeballs.”

“That’s your doing, John Watson. You binned them and said you never got my note. The evidence is in your hand.”

“Hm. Maybe. Wait— what are my dog tags doing here?”

“I may have… borrowed them. When you went to Edinburgh for that pointless conference.”

“That was a year ago. You borrowed them?”

“I missed you. I couldn’t sleep without you, so I slept out here, on the sofa.”

John leans towards him, kisses his forehead. “You’re adorable, do you know that?”

“So you often remind me.”

John kisses him again, this time on the lips. “There’s a lot of history in this old sofa.”

“There is. But I think I will adjust to the new one.”

“Will you?”

Sherlock smiles and points. “Oh, look! What’s that?”

“What? I don’t see anything else.”

Sherlock kisses him. “It’s my heart. Lost it the day you moved in.”

814 words, Flash Fiction

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axis-model-014 · 4 months

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Which of your comrades (other steamworks robots) do you think would win in a battle royale tournament thingy. like hand to hand combat

for the sake of fairness Guardener is excluded from competition because they are too strong and also in hibernation mode but her little robot friends are fair game

“THIS IS NOT A QUESTION I EXPECTED.”

“BUT TO ANSWER YOUR QUESTION I WILL TRY TO BE AS ANALYTICAL AS POSSIBLE.”

“JANDROIDS HAVE 11 ATTACK AND 7 DEFENCE. THE WEAKEST OUT OF ALL OF THEM AND YET THE MOST ANNOYING TO DEAL WITH.”

“THEY WOULD MAKE THE FLOOR SLIPPERY, MAKING IT DIFFICULT FOR THE OTHER BOTS TO ENGAGE COMBAT.”

“ANNOYING.”

“THOUGH, BEING THE WEAKEST, THEY WOULD MOST LIKELY BE OUT FIRST.”

“GOOSICS HAVE 12 ATTACK AND 8 DEFENCE, AN IMPROVEMENT, BUT THAT IS ALL THEY HAVE. UNLIKE THE OTHER ROBOTS, THEIR ATTACKS ARE NOT ALL THAT SPECIAL.”

“TELLY-VIS AND SOUSBORG BOTH HAVE 12 ATTACK AND 12 DEFENSE. A STALEMATE HERE.”

“TELLY-VIS HAS A LARGE ARSENAL OF ATTACKS AT THEIR DISPOSAL, HOWEVER THEY CANNOT CHOOSE WHAT ATTACKS THEY CAN USE.”

“SOUSBORG ON THE OTHER HAND IS MORE CONSISTENT.”

“IF WE CONSIDER THAT THE FLOOR IS STILL SLIPPERY FROM THE JANDROIDS, THE FACT THAT SOUSBORG CAN FLOAT, AS WELL AS MY PERSONAL BIAS TOWARD HIM…”

“I THINK SOUSBORG WOULD BE VICTORIOUS.”

“THAT IS JUST MY INTERPRETATION OF THE BATTLE, SINCE I AM THE SUPERIOR BOT HERE, MY INTERPRETATION IS THE CORRECT ONE.”

#AXIS_ASK

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is-this-plural · 2 months

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telly-vis from undertale yellow

rating: oh yeah thats SO plural. indubiously

#mod ⭐#the asks are plural #plural #the anons are plural

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justforbooks · 5 months

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The actor Brigit Forsyth, who has died aged 83, made her name as Thelma in the BBC television series Whatever Happened to the Likely Lads? One critic described Thelma as so prim that she could turn the lifting of a lace curtain into an art form.

Dick Clement and Ian La Frenais’s creation, which ran from 1973 to 1974, was the sequel to the popular 1960s sitcom The Likely Lads, which starred Rodney Bewes and James Bolam as Bob Ferris and Terry Collier, two single north-east England factory workers who share a flat and the same interests – women, drink and football.

Thelma Chambers was brought in as a girlfriend for the upwardly mobile Bob, now in the white-collar class with a house, car and annual holiday on the Costa Brava, scoffed at by Terry, who clings on to his working-class roots. Thelma and Bob were married halfway through the two series of the show.

“Up until then, I had done a lot of drama on telly,” said Forsyth. “If I wasn’t being murdered, I was murdering somebody or I was a disturbed art teacher. I was playing quite a lot of deranged people, so comedy was a nice change.”

She created laughs again with the sitcom Sharon and Elsie (1984-85), in which she co-starred as the middle-class Elsie Beecroft alongside Janette Beverley as the more down-to-earth Sharon Wilkes, two employees in a greetings card manufacturing company.

But Forsyth’s own favourite television part was Francine Pratt in Playing the Field (1998-2002), the on- and off-pitch women’s football drama created by Kay Mellor. Her character, who hates the game, is married to the Castlefield Blues’ sponsor, played by Ricky Tomlinson, and keeps him happy in return for designer clothes and other luxuries.

“I have never played awful glamour before,” she said. “I had a blond wig, six-inch heels, makeup and my bosom hitched up high.”

Forsyth was born in Malton, North Yorkshire, to Scottish parents, Anne (nee Forsyth), an artist, and Frank Connell, an architect and town planner, and brought up in Edinburgh. She was mesmerised by Stanley Baxter’s performances as a pantomime dame at the city’s King’s theatre and, aged 18, landed her own first lead role, as Sarat Carn, on her way to the gallows, in Charlotte Hastings’s play Bonaventure with the Makars amateur drama group.

But when she left St George’s school, Edinburgh, her parents insisted she learn a skill, so she trained as a secretary. After a couple of jobs, she headed for London and Rada (1958-60), where she won the Emile Littler prize.

She began her professional career back in Edinburgh with the Gateway theatre company (1960-61) before moving on to the Theatre Royal, Lincoln (1961-62) and the Arthur Brough Players in Folkestone (1962). With other actors already named Brigit McConnell and Bridget O’Connell, she changed her professional name to Forsyth on her return to Lincoln in 1962.

At the Edinburgh festival three years later, she played one of the witches in a headline-making production of Macbeth. “That show caused an absolute uproar because they wanted the witches to have the bodies of young girls and the faces of old women, and they wanted us to have our top half naked,” Forsyth recalled. “But the Earl of Harewood, who was running the EIF at the time, said ‘No’. So they put nipple caps on us, which looked absolutely disgusting – and they used to drop off each night. It was absolutely hysterical.”

Later, in the West End, Forsyth played Annie in The Norman Conquests (Globe, now Gielgud, and Apollo theatres, 1974-76) and Dusa in the feminist play Dusa, Fish, Stas and Vi (Mayfair theatre, 1976-77). She put her TV breakthrough down to cutting her hair short. “It proved a tremendously lucky omen,” she said.

That break came with Adam Smith (1972), in which she played the younger daughter of the title character, a Scottish minister (Andrew Keir). The director, Brian Mills, then worked with Forsyth on the psychological thriller Holly (1972), when she took the part of a young art teacher kidnapped by a mentally unstable student. Forsyth and Mills married in 1976.

Television roles kept on coming. She was Veronica, one of the product-promotion team, in The Glamour Girls (1980-82), Harriet in the inter-generational sitcom Tom, Dick and Harriet (1982-83), and Helen Yeldham, a hotelier, in the 1989 series of Boon.

There were also appearances in soap opera: as GP Judith Vincent in The Practice (1985-86); Babs Fanshawe, Ken Barlow’s escort agency date who dies of a heart attack, in a 1998 Coronation Street episode; Delphine LaClair, a sales rep for a French company interested in buying Rodney Blackstock’s vineyards, for two short runs in Emmerdale (2005 and 2006); Cressida, mother of the millionaire Nate Tenbury-Newent, in Hollyoaks in 2013; and three roles in Doctors between 2000 and 2012.

Forsyth also played the miserable Madge, who frustrates her sister Mavis’s attempts at a relationship with Granville, in the sitcom sequel Still Open All Hours (2013-19).

A cellist from the age of nine, Forsyth starred as the real-life virtuoso Beatrice Harrison in a 2004 tour of The Cello and the Nightingale. Also on tour, she was a remarkably believable Queen Elizabeth II in A Question of Attribution (2000) and played Marie in Calendar Girls (2008). “I’m Mrs Frosty-Knickers, the one who doesn’t approve of it all.”

In 2017, she played a terminally ill musician in the stage comedy Killing Time, written by her daughter, Zoe Mills, who acted alongside her. At the time, Forsyth revealed that her maternal grandfather, a GP in Yorkshire, had helped dying patients to end their lives. Declaring herself a supporter of euthanasia, she said: “He bumped off probably loads of people with doses of morphine.”

In 1999, Forsyth separated from her husband, but they remained friends until his death in 2006. She is survived by their children, Ben and Zoe.

🔔 Brigit Forsyth (Brigit Dorothea Connell), actor, born 28 July 1940; died 1 December 2023

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aita-alternia · 7 months

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aita f○r shari^g my hive with a frie^d?

I (8 teal) have bee^ shari^g my hive with a frie^d (7.5 i^dig○) while she gets ○ver s○me i^juries fr○m a rece^t scuffle with her kismesis (u^related but I've bee^ telli^g her that her kismesis sh○uld ^○T be hurti^g her this much but she keeps brushi^g me ○ff. this is^'t exactly related t○ the st○ry, but I thi^k it tells y○u a l○t ab○ut her as a pers○^.) I'm pretty cl○se with her, but I d○^'t thi^k she c○uld ever be ○^e ○f my quadra^ts. H○wever, my matesprit (8 vi○let) has bee^ telli^g me that he's w○rried she might be tryi^g t○ get me t○ cheat ○^ him with her, a^d that he wa^ts me t○ kick her ○ut. I t○ld him that she was stayi^g at my hive s○ that her kismesis w○uld^'t/c○uld^'t "kick her while she was d○w^" s○ t○ speak. He g○t pretty upset ab○ut that a^d we^t t○ g○ ha^g ○ut with his m○irail. We have^'t talked i^ ab○ut a week, but his diam○^d said he was pretty upset with me.

AITA?

#VIOLETBLOODS ^RE SO DELIC^TE. TH^T IS WH^T I ^M G^THERING FROM RUNNING THIS BLOG #am i the asshole

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pollonegro666 · 10 months

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2023/06/16 Fuimos a comer a un restaurante. Mi amiguita pidió queso y yo pedí jamón. De postre, un helado artesanal de turrón y un café con leche condensada llamado bombón.

We went to eat at a restaurant. My girlfriend ordered cheese and I ordered ham. For dessert, an artisan nougat ice cream and a coffee with condensed milk called bonbon.

Google Translation into French: Nous sommes allés manger au restaurant. Ma copine a commandé du fromage et j'ai commandé du jambon. En dessert, une glace artisanale au nougat et un café au lait concentré appelé bonbon.

Google translation into Italian: Siamo andati a mangiare al ristorante. La mia ragazza ha ordinato il formaggio e io ho ordinato il prosciutto. Per dessert, un gelato artigianale al torrone e un caffè con latte condensato chiamato bonbon.

Google Translation into Portuguese: Fomos comer no restaurante. Minha namorada pediu queijo e eu pedi presunto. De sobremesa, um sorvete artesanal de nogado e um café com leite condensado chamado bombom.

Google Translation into German: Wir gingen im Restaurant essen. Meine Freundin bestellte Käse und ich bestellte Schinken. Zum Nachtisch ein handgemachtes Nougat-Eis und ein Kaffee mit Kondensmilch namens bonbon.

Google Translation into Albanisch: Shkuam për të ngrënë në restorant. E dashura ime porositi djathë dhe unë porosita proshutë. Për ëmbëlsirë, një akullore nougat të punuar me dorë dhe një kafe me qumësht të kondensuar të quajtur bonbon.

Google Translation into Armenian: Մենք գնացինք ճաշելու ռեստորանում։ Ընկերուհիս պանիր պատվիրեց, իսկ ես՝ խոզապուխտ։ Աղանդերի համար՝ ձեռագործ նուգա պաղպաղակ և խտացրած կաթով սուրճ, որը կոչվում է բոնբոն:

Google Translation into Bulgarian: Отидохме да хапнем в ресторанта. Приятелката ми поръча сирене, а аз шунка. За десерт ръчно изработен сладолед от нуга и кафе с кондензирано мляко, наречено бонбон.

Google Translation into Czech: Šli jsme se najíst do restaurace. Moje přítelkyně si objednala sýr a já šunku. Jako dezert ručně vyráběná nugátová zmrzlina a káva s kondenzovaným mlékem zvaná bonbon.

Google Translation into Croatian: Otišli smo jesti u restoran. Moja cura je naručila sir, a ja šunku. Za desert ručno rađeni sladoled od nugata i kava s kondenziranim mlijekom koja se zove bonbon.

Google Translation into Danish Vi gik for at spise i restauranten. Min kæreste bestilte ost og jeg bestilte skinke. Til dessert en håndlavet nougat-is og en kaffe med kondenseret mælk kaldet bonbon.

Google Translation into Slovak: Išli sme sa najesť do reštaurácie. Moja priateľka si objednala syr a ja šunku. Ako dezert ručne vyrábaná nugátová zmrzlina a káva s kondenzovaným mliekom nazývaná bonbón.

Google Translation into Slovenian: Šli smo jest v restavracijo. Moja punca je naročila sir, jaz pa šunko. Za sladico pa ročno izdelan nugat sladoled in kava s kondenziranim mlekom, imenovana bonbon.

Google Translation into Estonian: Käisime restoranis söömas. Sõbranna tellis juustu ja mina sinki. Magustoiduks käsitsi valmistatud nugatijäätis ja kondenspiimaga kohv nimega bonbon.

Google Translation into Suomi: Menimme ravintolaan syömään. Tyttöystäväni tilasi juustoa ja minä tilasin kinkkua. Jälkiruoaksi käsintehty nougatjäätelö ja bonbon-niminen kahvi kondensoidulla maidolla.

Google Translation into Georgian: წავედით რესტორანში საჭმელად. ჩემმა შეყვარებულმა ყველი შეუკვეთა, მე კი ლორი. დესერტად ხელნაკეთი ნუგას ნაყინი და ყავა შესქელებული რძით, რომელსაც ბონბონი ეწოდება.

Google Translation into Greek: Πήγαμε για φαγητό στο εστιατόριο. Η φίλη μου παρήγγειλε τυρί και εγώ ζαμπόν. Για επιδόρπιο, ένα χειροποίητο παγωτό νουγκά και έναν καφέ με συμπυκνωμένο γάλα που λέγεται μπομπονιέρα.

Google Translation into Dutch: We gingen eten in het restaurant. Mijn vriendin bestelde kaas en ik bestelde ham. Als toetje een handgemaakt nougat-ijsje en een koffie met gecondenseerde melk genaamd bonbon.

Google Translation into Norwegian: Vi gikk for å spise på restauranten. Kjæresten min bestilte ost og jeg bestilte skinke. Til dessert, en håndlaget nougat-is og en kaffe med kondensert melk kalt bonbon.

Google Translation into Polish: Poszliśmy zjeść w restauracji. Moja dziewczyna zamówiła ser, a ja zamówiłem szynkę. Na deser ręcznie robione lody nugatowe i kawa ze skondensowanym mlekiem o nazwie bonbon.

Google Translation into Romanian: Ne-am dus să mâncăm la restaurant. Prietena mea a comandat brânză, iar eu șuncă. La desert, o inghetata de nugat handmade si o cafea cu lapte condensat numita bonbon.

Google Translation into Russian: Мы пошли поесть в ресторан. Моя девушка заказала сыр, а я заказал ветчину. На десерт мороженое ручной работы из нуги и кофе со сгущенным молоком под названием бонбон.

Google Translation into Serbian: Отишли смо да једемо у ресторану. Моја девојка је наручила сир, а ја шунку. За десерт, ручно прављен сладолед од нугата и кафа са кондензованим млеком под називом бонбон.

Google Translation into Swedish: Vi gick och åt på restaurangen. Min flickvän beställde ost och jag beställde skinka. Till efterrätt en handgjord nougatglass och en kaffe med kondenserad mjölk som kallas bonbon.

Google Translation into Turkish: Restoranda yemek yemeye gittik. Kız arkadaşım peynir sipariş etti ve ben jambon sipariş ettim. Tatlı olarak el yapımı nuga dondurması ve bonbon denilen yoğunlaştırılmış sütlü kahve.

Google Translation into Ukrainian: Ми пішли їсти в ресторан. Моя дівчина замовила сир, а я шинку. На десерт — морозиво з нуги ручної роботи та кава зі згущеним молоком під назвою «бонбон».

Google Translation into Arabic: ذهبنا لتناول الطعام في المطعم. صديقتي طلبت الجبن وطلبت لحم الخنزير. للحلوى ، آيس كريم نوجا مصنوع يدويًا وقهوة مع حليب مكثف يسمى بونبون.

Google Translation into Bengali: আমরা রেস্টুরেন্টে খেতে গেলাম। আমার বান্ধবী পনির অর্ডার এবং আমি হ্যাম আদেশ. ডেজার্টের জন্য, একটি হস্তনির্মিত নৌগাট আইস��্রিম এবং কনডেন্সড মিল্ক সহ একটি কফি যাকে বনবন বলা হয়।

Google Translation into Simplified Chinese: 我们去餐厅吃饭。我女朋友点了奶酪，我点了火腿。甜点是手工制作的牛轧糖冰淇淋和炼乳咖啡。

Google Translation into Korean: 우리는 레스토랑에서 식사를 하러 갔다. 여자친구는 치즈를, 나는 햄을 주문했다. 후식으로는 수제 누가 아이스크림과 봉봉이라는 연유를 넣은 커피.

Google Translation into Hebrew: הלכנו לאכול במסעדה. חברה שלי הזמינה גבינה ואני הזמנתי חזיר. לקינוח גלידת נוגט בעבודת יד וקפה עם חלב מרוכז בשם בונבון.

Google Translation into Hindi: हम रेस्टोरेंट में खाना खाने गये. मेरी प्रेमिका ने पनीर का ऑर्डर दिया और मैंने हैम का। मिठाई के लिए, एक हस्तनिर्मित नूगट आइसक्रीम और बोनबोन नामक गाढ़ा दूध वाली कॉफी।

Google Translation into Indonesian: Kami pergi makan di restoran. Pacar saya memesan keju dan saya memesan ham. Untuk hidangan penutup, es krim nougat buatan tangan dan kopi dengan susu kental yang disebut bonbon.

Google Translation into Japanese: 私たちはレストランに食事をしに行きました。私のガールフレンドはチーズを注文し、私はハムを注文しました。デザートは手作りヌガーアイスクリームとボンボンと呼ばれる練乳入りコーヒー。

Google Translation into Kyrgyz: Биз ресторанга тамактанганга бардык. Менин сүйлөшкөн кызым сырга, мен ветчинага буюртма бердим. Десерт үчүн колго жасалган нуга балмуздак жана бонбон деп аталган коюлтулган сүт кошулган кофе.

Google Translation into Malay: Kami pergi makan di restoran. Teman wanita saya memesan keju dan saya memesan ham. Untuk pencuci mulut, ais krim nougat buatan tangan dan kopi dengan susu pekat yang dipanggil bonbon.

Google Translation into Mongolian: Бид ресторанд хооллохоор явлаа. Найз охин маань бяслаг, би хиам захиалсан. Амттаны хувьд гар хийцийн нуга зайрмаг, бонбон хэмээх өтгөрүүлсэн сүүтэй кофе.

Google Translation into Nepali: रेस्टुरेन्टमा खाना खान गयौँ । मेरी प्रेमिकाले चीज अर्डर गरिन् र मैले ह्याम अर्डर गरें। मिठाईको लागि, हातले बनाएको नौगाट आइसक्रिम र कन्डेन्स्ड मिल्क भएको कफी जसलाई बोनबोन भनिन्छ।

Google Translation into Panjabi: ਅਸੀਂ ਰੈਸਟੋਰੈਂਟ ਵਿੱਚ ਖਾਣਾ ਖਾਣ ਗਏ। ਮੇਰੀ ਪ੍ਰੇਮਿਕਾ ਨੇ ਪਨੀਰ ਦਾ ਆਰਡਰ ਦਿੱਤਾ ਅਤੇ ਮੈਂ ਹੈਮ ਦਾ ਆਰਡਰ ਦਿੱਤਾ। ਮਿਠਆਈ ਲਈ, ਇੱਕ ਹੱਥ ਨਾਲ ਬਣੀ ਨੌਗਟ ਆਈਸ ਕਰੀਮ ਅਤੇ ਸੰਘਣੇ ਦੁੱਧ ਵਾਲੀ ਕੌਫੀ ਜਿਸ ਨੂੰ ਬੋਨਬੋਨ ਕਿਹਾ ਜਾਂਦਾ ਹੈ।

Google Translation into Pashtun: موږ رستورانت ته د خوړلو لپاره لاړو. زما ملګرې د پنیر امر وکړ او ما د هام امر وکړ. د ډیزرټ لپاره، د لاسي جوړ شوي نوګټ آیس کریم او د کنډ شوي شیدو سره کافي چې بونبون نومیږي.

Google Translation into Persian: رفتیم رستوران غذا بخوریم. دوست دخترم پنیر سفارش داد و من ژامبون سفارش دادم. برای دسر، یک بستنی نوقا دست ساز و یک قهوه با شیر تغلیظ شده به نام بنبون.

Google Translation into Sundanese: Urang indit dahar di réstoran. kabogoh kuring maréntahkeun kéju sarta kuring maréntahkeun ham. Pikeun dessert, és krim nougat handmade jeung kopi jeung susu condensed disebut bonbon.

Google Translation into Tagalog: Pumunta kami sa restaurant para kumain. Umorder ang girlfriend ko ng cheese at ham naman. Para sa dessert, isang handmade nougat ice cream at isang kape na may condensed milk na tinatawag na bonbon.

Google Translation into Thai: เราไปทานอาหารที่ร้าน แฟนฉันสั่งชีสส่วนฉันสั่งแฮม สำหรับของหวาน ไอศกรีมตังเมทำมือและกาแฟใส่นมข้นที่เรียกว่าบอนบอน

Google Translation into Urdu: ہم ریسٹورنٹ میں کھانا کھانے گئے۔ میری گرل فرینڈ نے پنیر کا آرڈر دیا اور میں نے ہیم کا آرڈر دیا۔ میٹھے کے لیے، ہاتھ سے بنی نوگٹ آئس کریم اور گاڑھا دودھ والی کافی جسے بونبن کہتے ہیں۔

Google Translation into Uzbek: Biz restoranga ovqatlanish uchun bordik. Qiz do'stim pishloqga, men esa jambonga buyurtma berdim. Shirinlik uchun qo'lda tayyorlangan nugali muzqaymoq va bonbon deb ataladigan quyultirilgan sutli qahva.

Google Translation into Vietnamese: Chúng tôi đi ăn ở nhà hàng. Bạn gái tôi gọi phô mai và tôi gọi món giăm bông. Đối với món tráng miệng, kem kẹo hạnh nhân thủ công và cà phê với sữa đặc gọi là bonbon.

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mysteriousbp · 1 month

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Okay. I had an idea. You guys know how there’s Swap AU’s for Undertale and Undertale Yellow where characters get swapped around…

But if we create a swap au where we swap the characters from BOTH games?

I’m saying rather that swapping Undyne and Alphys. We swap Undyne and Marlet.

You guys get what I’m saying.

Here other swap characters ideas:

Toriel - Ceroba (Toriel the widow. Ceroba the ex queen and take career of the ruins.)

Asgore - Chujin (Asgore the engineer. Chujin the king.)

Asriel - Kanako (Asriel the fallen. Kanako the dead princess) (Present: Asriel the Amalgamate. Flowey the flower.)

Sans - Starlo (Sans the sheriff. Starlo the lazy star.)

Papyrus - Orion ( Papyrus the farmer. Orion the wannabe royal guard.)

Alphys - Moray (Alphys member of the Feisty Five. Moray the Royal scientist.)

Grillby - Dina

(Now for the more out there ideas.)

Muffet - Dalv (Muffet the isolated spider. Dalv the bat leader and baker.)

Muffet’s pet - Decibat

Napstablook - Mettaton (Ghost) (Basic idea but wait for it.)

Mettaton (Initial body) - Axis (Now that’s an out there idea.)

Greater Dog - Guardener (species swap.)

Lesser Dog - Goosic (species swap.)

Dogamy and Dogaressa - Telly-Vis (species swap.)

Temmies - Lil Bots (Species swap.)

Bratty and Catty - Bits and Buttons

Gaster followers - Ed, Ace and Mooch.

Clover - light blue soul

Frisk- Chara (basic swap idea.)

And that’s all the ideas that I have until now…

Uh… Have fun with this idea… I guess.

#undertale yellow #uty #ut #undertale #uty martlet #ut undyne #ut au #uty au #swap au

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utycalendar · 2 months

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#telly vis #telly vis thursday #telly vis uty

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kiddiesides · 2 years

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Vi, awake and sneaking off when dads asleep: Stare

Patton, playing mario kart:..

Virgil: I watch *hes and waches Patton, Patton plays fearful that Virgil will tell now*

i love this sm bc Virgil is doing literally nothing yet it makes Patton so fearful bc this little guy now has blackmail on him. But Virgil is also just a little guy!!! he just wants to watch his big bro play videogames.... BUT ITS MIDNIGHT BABIES ARENT SUPPOSED TO BE AWAKE AT MIDNIGHT...Bbut oh god if Patton tells him he shouldnt be awake then Virge will DEFINITELY tattle on him....

and Virgil is just happy bc cars on the telly go vroom vroom :)

Patton has the brilliant idea to offer Virgil some warm milk on his sippy cup. A nice drink will get Virgil on his good side and that way wont tattle. And the warm milk is to make him sleepy. THEN when Virgil gets sleepy, Pat will take him to his room and they'll both go to sleep, then in the morning he will tell his dads little Virgey just woke up in the middle to the night and went to his room bc he wanted to sleep with him. Perfect Plan!

#ask

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whoreforcaufield · 6 months

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TELLY IS INSULTING UR MAN’S TEAM

I JUST YELLED AT HER

#cait 🎀

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yourtouchismidas · 1 year

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In the Ruins AU (If you're writing things for it), how does Matty and RG's reunion post-show go?

i think, if matty's mother isn't there to greet him like in ruins, the first thing he does the moment he gets off stage, is to drop his guitar and go and find you. it's dark and loud and sweaty and busy and he is pushing past people, someone tries to get his attention but he waves them off and carries on. his heart is pounding in his chest. he feels like he could throw up any second. what if you weren't even there. what if you didn't accept the tickets and you were just at home, watching telly, pregnant with his baby, and you didn't hear the song and you dont know that he is in love with you. so in love with you.

but on the other side of the stadium. you've already left your seat and you're weaving through people too and trying to figure out which side of it you were on and where you came through and saw stage door, and if that was even the right door, and there is staff everywhere but you know you can't ask because they'll think you're crazy.

then suddenly someone has grabbed your shoulder and you think for a second it could be him, but it can't be because the crowd is pulsing out the building now and they would have noticed and gone wild so you turn around and it's a security guard in high vis and you worry immediately that you've done something wrong. but he says your name as a question, and you nod, so he says, come with me and you ask why and he says the band has asked for you, so you go, you follow him.

matty doesn't know that they've sent someone to find you so he is up in the boxes with his friends scanning the crowds to see if he can see you and he sees laura and amy and mila and harrison, but you're not there with them and his heart sinks into his stomach, and he holds onto whatever seat he is near and someone asks if he is okay and he waves them off again and moves. you weren't there. you didn't come. you didn't hear the song. you dont know how he feels. he needs a cigarette. a quiet cigarette. a cry. he needs to sob. sob his heart out. because this is it. he's lost you. right. it feels that way. the plan didn't work. then his phone is buzzing. he almost doesn't answer but he does.

you listen to the other side of the conversation. ross saying that they found you. that you're back stage. that you're waiting. and suddenly it feels like you don't know how to breathe. and you're light headed, because he is coming, he is on his way, and you're going to see him after the big fight, after the song, you might get everything you wanted. george sees that you don't look right and grabs your arm and sits you down and tells you to breathe. ross asks if you're okay. adam gets you some water. and all you're thinking about is the moment you see each other.

matty is too. he's weaving back through the crowd. the stone in his heart turning into hope. and he's basically running at this point. he cant breathe either. it's like you're in sync. the two of you. running out of breath. he thinks about what he will do when he sees you. how he wants to just grab you, hold you, breathe you in. never let you go.

you're sitting there. waiting. and he bursts in. everyone turns to him. you get up. the room goes quiet. everyone slinks off. the two of you are just there. staring at each other. both having imagined this dramatic moment. a hug. a hold. a kiss. but matty looks down at his shoes and then back up at you. you blush.

"hi," he says.

"hi," you say back.

#ruins #ruins au ???

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avastrasposts · 9 months

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The British Connection - ch. 12

Cross posting this properly on Tumblr for the first time so it's been scheduled out throughout the day:

The plot follows MI6 agent Eve Edwards as she's assigned to help Billy Butcher and The Boys take down a new type of supe killing politicians on both sides of the pond. Not much fluff in this, plenty of canon typical violence, smut and extreme amounts of Britishness

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Eve took the stairs up to her flat, feeling herself smile like a fool from the short ride over with Butcher. The touch of his thumb across her lip had left a warm feeling that seemed to linger even now and she knew she was getting into dangerous territory by letting him continue to flirt. But she couldn’t seem to stop, the way his dimples came out when he gave her a genuine smile made her want to kiss them.

“I’ve got to stay focused, there’s too much at stake here.” She shook her head as she got to her door and unlocked it. There’s too many emotions in your head already, Eve, you don’t need the distraction of Billy in there too. She sighed and locked the door behind her, pulling off her boots and suddenly remembering she had no coat. Fuck. Eve pulled on her boots again and left the flat, realising she would need to buy a new one before tonight.

…

The short January evening was already dark when Butcher rang Eve and told her he’d be there to pick her up in twenty minutes. After buying a new winter coat she’d written up her report for Vauxhall and had a nap, preparing for a long surveillance session. When Butcher rang she’d just stepped out of the shower and was getting ready for the night.

She stepped out onto the street, Butcher’s car already parked in front, waiting for her.

“ ‘ello, gorgeous,” he greeted her with a grin as she got into the car.

“Hello, Butcher,” she sighed back at him but she couldn’t help smiling too and he saw it, grinning wider.

“I brought snacks for the night,” she said and held up a bag from the bodega on the corner.

“Lemme guess, more bananas?” Butcher replied as he pulled out into traffic.

“Yes, but I also got all the weird American sweets I used to see on the telly as a kid. And some crisps and soft drinks.” Eve rummaged through the bag, holding up various items. “They’ve got some seriously odd sweets in this country, I mean, cinnamon chewing gum?”

“Their chocolate is absolute rubbish too,” Butcher grabbed the Hershey’s bar Eve was holding up. “This stuff is inedible, give me proper Cadbury’s anyday over this shite.”

“And what’s the deal with this KitKat?” she held up a red and white chocolate bar, “It doesn’t even look like a proper KitKat, have you tried it?”

“Ye, it’s alright but it doesn't taste the same.”

“I figured if it’s a quiet night we can always have a taste testing evening,” Eve packed up the snack bag and put it between her legs and looked out at the neighbourhood, the scenery changing as Butcher drove the car up onto FDR and headed north towards the Bronx.

“Any news from MM during the day?” Eve asked.

“No, and no sign of the supe. MM and Frenchie went in the back way, using the high vis vest and ladder tactic,” he grinned at her before looking back at the road. “Managed to install cameras in the supes bedroom under the guise of being Health and Safety inspectors checking the smoke detectors. And Hughie got us into the hotel’s security system so we have access to the cameras they already had installed in the lift and the hallway.”

“That’s good, as long as McKay returns to the hotel we’ll have full surveillance on him.”

“Ye, Frenchie went in and got confirmation of him still staying there from the guy at the front desk. Spun him some story about making a delivery. The guy probably thinks it’s drug related but at this place that doesn’t matter.”

It took them about half an hour to reach The View Point Hotel, a run down looking place on a rough looking street. Butcher’s beat up car didn’t look out of place at all and Eve realised this was probably part of why he drove it. He pulled up a few cars behind a nondescript beige van parked half a block down from the hotel and they got out. The street was empty apart from a few young men hanging out down by the liquor store on the corner. They all turned and looked over at Butcher and Eve and Eve was suddenly very thankful, not only for the gun under her left arm, but also for Butcher’s presence.

Butcher and Eve scanned the street as they walked over to the van, Eve casting her eyes over the windows in the apartment buildings on both sides of the street. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary but being close to the supe’s last known location was making her edgy. The way he had taken control over her last night was still fresh in her memory, she’d had no warning, just a chunk of time missing. She was determined to not let the supe get the drop on her like that again.

Butcher lightly tapped his knuckles on the van and after a few seconds MM opened up.

“Hey, man, right on time,” he said as he moved back to let Butcher and Eve in. Behind him Hughie was sitting on one of the chairs by the monitors that showed the inside of the hotel.

“Anythin’ to report?” Butcher asked.

“Na, it’s been quiet all day, McKey isn’t back yet and no one has been in the room.”

Hughie shifted in his seat and stretched, “We did find out that the day shift manager likes to make out with one of the cleaning ladies in the elevator though.”

“Find out if he’s married, might be a nice piece of information to squeeze him with if we need to.” Butcher said and sat down on the seat as Hughie stood up.

“I don’t think the dude gives a fuck if anyone knows, but I’ll find out,” MM said as he got his things together. “Frenchie and Kimiko on the next shift right?”

“Ye, told ‘em to be here at eight. We’ll get some sleep tomorrow morning and meet you at the office around lunch tomorrow if nothing else happens.”

MM and Hughie left the van and Butcher shut the door, locking it behind them. Eve had settled down on the second chair and was studying the monitors. The hotel was quiet and no people could be seen moving through the hallway outside the supe’s room.

“ ‘Ere,” Butcher pulled a paper bag from the duffel bag he brought. “Got us some better dinner than fuckin’ Hershey’s and KitKat.” He unwrapped a couple of Shake Shack burgers and handed one to Eve together with a box of chips.

“Thanks, looks good. I didn’t even think about proper food to be honest.”

They ate in silence for a few minutes, watching the monitors.

“So, how do we do this?” Eve asked, swallowing down the last of her burger. “How do we take this guy down if he comes back here?” She grabbed a couple of chips and waved them at the monitor. “We’re going to need to get to him when he’s either sleeping or otherwise incapacitated.”

“Sneakin’ up on a sleeping supe does not sound ideal but it may be our only way.” Butcher replied, his brow furrowed as he looked over at Eve, considering her question.

“I don’t have much experience with supes but are they susceptible to drugs at all? Can they be sedated or knocked out?” Eve asked.

“Ye, most of them will be knocked out if you give them enough. The strongest ones are tougher but most will go down provided they’re hit with a strong enough dose.” Butcher wiped his beard with a napkin and tossed the crumpled burger wrapper in the bag.

“Do you think we could get access to something strong enough for this guy?”

“Ye, that won’t be a problem, the problem is how do we get it into him? Both you and I have been made by him, can’t exactly walk up to him and give him an injection. And I won’t let anyone else do it in case it doesn’t work, he’ll take control of that person the second he feels threatened.” He scratched his beard and turned back to the monitor, “but I like the idea of drugging him. Question is, how.”

They sat silent for a while, working through the problem while they finished off their meal.

“The way I see it, we can get it into him in three ways,” Eve finally said, “injection, gas or food, right?” “Ye, sounds about right,” Butcher said. “But gas won’t work, we need to get close in a fairly closed off space and by the time the canister is on the ground he’ll have taken control of one of us.”

“That’s what I was thinking too,” Eve nodded. “And food is difficult, we’ll need to get access to his food or drink. Maybe we could intercept a delivery guy if he orders in but that’s going to take perfect timing, if he even orders food.”

“So injection then?” Butcher asked and looked over at Eve again as she raked her fingers through her hair as if she was trying to force her brain to come up with a solution.

Suddenly she looked over at Butcher, “What about a tranquiliser gun? Could you get hold of one of those? There’s a few modified sniper rifles that can shoot tranq shots from a pretty good distance.”

Butcher rubbed his beard as he thought through her suggestion, “Ye, that might work. We’ll get only one shot, if we miss we’ll spook him. But if we miss we’ll be out of sight and he won’t know who shot him.”

“And if it works he’ll be down for the count long enough for us to get him under control, blindfold and cover his hands.”

“We might even be able to shoot him through the hotel window, it’s facing the street,” Butcher pointed at the monitor showing the inside of McKay’s room. “I’ll ring Frenchie and get the gear together. Mallory might help us with some of it but Frenchie is our weapons expert.”

“Alright, so we have an inkling of a plan at least, now let’s just hope he shows up.” Eve said and leaned back in her chair, putting her boots up on the ledge.

…

Butcher made the call to Frenchie and settled in on the chair next to Eve, both of them keeping an eye on the monitors as they went through the snacks Eve had bought. Most got tossed back in the bag after a couple of bites but Butcher polished off the KitKat after giving a piece to Eve.

As Butcher crumpled up the wrapper and tossed it in the bag he glanced over at Eve.

“You know, I knew somethin’ was off with you when you showed us the CCTV footage of the two first killings, on the first day,” Butcher said “That’s why I did the digging on ya and forced Mallory to give me your file.”

“What do you mean?” Eve asked.

“Someone like you, or me, we don’t look away just because someone gets killed. And when the first guy got his head bashed in you didn’t even flinch, and that video was in colour an’ all. But the second video, of your niece and your dad, you had your eyes on your boots when she did it. I was watching you. I knew there was something you weren’t tellin’ me then. And then you did the same thing when you and I watched the footage again the other night too.”

“I keep trying not to think about it, just treat it as a job, Butcher. But seeing it…” Eve trailed off, looking at the monitors showing the dark interior of the hotel room. He looked at her but didn't say anything, her face was struggling to repress the memory.

“Ye, I know what you mean,” Butcher said eventually in a low voice. He adjusted one of the dials and the screen flickered and went steady again. Eve glanced over at him and saw the change in his face. The usually hard line of his mouth, the furrowed brow, has shifted into something akin to pain. He wasn’t seeing the screen in front of him anymore and he dropped his hand from the dial.

“Who?” she asked quietly.

“My wife. About a year ago.” Butcher said after a moment's silence, looking up towards the ceiling of the van, blinking his eyes. “It’s a long story but it was a supe. She got in the way and it killed her. I was there and I could do fuck all to save her.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Ye, well, like MM said, we all ‘ave skin in the game.” Butcher shrugged his shoulders as if he’s trying to shake the memory.

Eve looked over at him and then back at the monitors, “I think it’s hard to do what we do if there’s not a personal stake, this life, the sacrifices. Lying to those we love, hiding what we do.” Eve sighed, “I can barely remember the last time I had a normal relationship with anyone, not even my family.” She looked over at Butcher again. “At least you managed to find someone, be grateful for that and the time you had with her. Even if the rest of it is only pain”

Butcher rubbed his face with his hand and sighed, “She would’ve ‘ad a better life if she ‘adn’t met me.”

“You don’t know that, Butcher.” Eve said softly, Butcher didn't say anything and they sat in silence for a while.

“I had someone too,” Eve said finally, almost in a whisper. “He’s not in my file because MI6 didn’t know about him.” Her hand went to the necklace under her jumper. “I got him killed.”

“Who?” Butcher asked, he’s looking over at her now.

“Jack,” Eve smiled weakly as she said his name. “He was in my unit and we broke regulations by getting involved. But it was like we couldn’t stop it. He was like a drug to me, I couldn’t get enough of him.” Eve’s hand absentmindedly toyed with her necklace and Butcher realised it was a set of dog tags. “When we were on leave we’d go back to his flat in London and he’d make me breakfast in bed. He’d make the most god awful beans on toast and I didn’t have the heart to tell him. Who can’t even make beans on toast?” she smiled at Butcher. “I was just happy to have someone who knew who I was and who wanted to be with me.” Eve fell silent and Butcher could see her mind going back to her time with Jack.

“You remind me of him, Billy.” She said at last and Butcher noticed that she used his first name. “Same background, same giant chip on your shoulders about where you come from, same hard casing.”

“I don’t have a fucking chip on my shoulder” Butcher protested.

“So you’re just fine working with someone with my background? Come off it, Billy. I knew it would be an issue from the second you heard my accent when Mallory introduced us.”

Butcher grumbled, he couldn’t really deny it.

“Ye, well I’ve ‘ad enough right cunts with your accents as my CO’s over the years. You lot don’t half know how to insult an entire regiment of East End boys.”

“Yeah, I know the type, they’re not too diplomatic when it comes to women in the service either,” Eve said, shaking her head.

“Are they his?” Billy asked, nodding at the necklace that Eve was still holding.

Eve looked down at the dog tags she was toying with, “Yes, Cochran gave them to me after...afterwards.”

“How did he die? Jack, I mean.” Butcher asked after a few minutes of silence in the van.

“He was the one who got killed when we took out the paras that had my brother and mother.” Eve pulled her eyebrows together and Butcher sees the tears welling up in her eyes at the memory.

“He was there because of me. He was only there because I asked him and he said yes because he loved me.” Eve drew a deep shaky breath, “So you see Butcher, you and I are more alike than you think. People we love die in front of us and there’s fuck all we can do.”

Butcher sighed deeply and looked at his boots, he could hear Eve trying to control her breath in little gasps. Finally he scooted his chair over so that he was next to hers. Putting his arm around her shoulders, he pulled her close.

“You’re alright, luv,” he said, letting her head rest on his shoulder, “you’re alright.”

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