#The Mouse Merch Box
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More evil head cannons
I have silly ideas about the gang after the event of the story, everyone lives, except Bob
PONY:
Has a thousand yard stare when he zones out
Has the loudest, most disgusting, mucus filled cough ever
Actually really good at drawing
Has drawn every member of the gang at least twice
Loves physical touch, he leans on his friends when their sitting next to him.
Actually screams during horror movies, like loud genuine screams
Loves play fighting with Darry, like full on wrestling
Steve taught him how to drive
He either walks like a ghost or stomps, there is no in between
He can play one song on the guitar, and that’s it
His legs are super strong, so his kicks hurt really bad
He would be better at track, but his smoking habits hold him back
He feels jealous of Soda and Darry because they had more time with their parents
He and Darry have matching reading glasses
SODA:
He says “I’m just a girl” anytime he gets in trouble
He has used his pretty privilege to get out of being arrested multiple times
Despite how handsome he knows he is, he still feels super insecure about his looks
He steals from the DX station constantly
He and Steve spend hours gossiping about their customers once both of their shifts are over
A dog bit him when he was a kid, now he’s deathly afraid of them
He loves physical affection, hugging him is the best way to cheer him up
Absolute candy addict
Candy is the #1 item he steals from the DX
He broke his dominant hand once, and now his handwriting is permanently ruined
He reads insanely slow and monotone when he reads out loud
He either sleeps like a rock, or wakes up from the slightest sound, there is no in between
He lives in his flannel, that thing hasn’t been washed in literal years
He suffers from middle child syndrome, he knows his brothers love him, but they don’t pay enough attention to him
DARRY:
He hates his jobs, he knows he has to go but he can’t stand them
All of his coworkers are old and they treat him like a child (which he’s kind of okay with in a way)
He loves watching cartoons but he feels like he’d be wasting his time
He sneezes like a dad
He wakes up at 4 am and works out immediately
Loves compliments and words of affection
Doing favors is his love language
He has the whitest legs ever, he’s all tan on the top and snow white on the bottom
His tan ends where his pants start
Small bits of his hair are grey, he doesn’t know
He has a fear of abandonment
He is insanely flexible for a man of his size, like he can touch the floor standing up with ease
He hit a dog with his car once and cried for 2 hours straight
He loves cuddling on the couch with his brothers, it helps him relax
He despises Curly Shepard, he’s civil with Tim, but he HATES Curly
When he comes home from his ski trips with his old friends, he actually looks his age
A woman once assumed he was Pony’s father, and it made him die inside a little
He can’t stand Mother and Fathers Day
He was mad at Steve when he found out he taught Pony how to drive
TWO-BIT:
He and Dally bond by harassing women
He has a box full of things he’s stolen
His slight alcoholism stems from his father
He let’s his sister paint his nails, and he shows them off proudly
He gets his nails painted before rumbles
He watches soap operas with his mother every night
He can play the trumpet
He has never purchased a pack of cigarettes, only stolen
He listens to metal
When he passes Johnny’s house, he has to actively stop himself from walking in and beating Johnny’s parents half to death, especially his father
Its not that he doesn’t want a job, I mean he doesn’t, it’s that he thinks he’d only mess up whenever they had him do
He constantly forgets to brush his teeth
Pop and beer are the only things he drinks, he doesn’t touch water
He religiously wears Mickey Mouse merch, you will never catch him in a plain shirt
Baby Pony and him got along really well, he was kinda like Pony’s goofy cousin
Two-Bit and Darry have been friends since they were little kids
Two has no plans for his future, and it weighs on him
He broke both of his elbows once
His teachers have kinda given up on him, they just treat him like a bother instead of a student
STEVE:
He messes up Pony’s hair every chance he gets
He uses the most hair grease out of everyone
He has had the same comb for 3 years
He constantly smells like oil
The underside of his nails are always black, no matter how much he washes his hands
He and Soda have matching scars from a shared failed attempt to climb a barb wired fence
He is terrified of the police
He and Soda make your mom jokes at each other, despite neither of them having mothers
His voice is scarily deep when he wakes up
He and Two-Bit have an inside joke no one in the gang understands
He, Soda, and Two-Bit all have matching stick and poke tattoos
He hates his father, and by extension the fathers of Johnny and Two-Bit
He and Dally don’t hang out much, but when they do they are absolute menaces
Dally and him steal cars and hub caps together
He is genuinely upset by the size of his nose
JOHNNY:
He’s dyslexic
His handwriting is atrocious
His best subject is math
He and the gang all picked out stickers to put on his crutches
He loves sleeping around his friends
His hands are rough
He can’t stand the smell of beer, unless it’s one of the gang
He and Curly hate each other for literally no reason
Pony has slowly been teaching him to read better
No matter how much grease he puts in his hair, it won’t stay back
He hates going out in public because people always look at him funny
He hates looking at his burn scars
He, Dally, and Ponyboy watch sunsets together
He either sleeps at the Cutis’s house, Two-Bit’s house, Steve’s (very rarely), or Dallas’s place.
He’s not allowed to sleep in the lot anymore
He has tons of freckles, you just can’t see them against his skin
He loves sleeping outside when he wants to
He never wants children, he’s to scared he’ll become his father
His pain tolerance is so high that sometimes he won’t even notice when he gets injured
He likes how defensive Dallas is of him, makes him feel confident
He smokes marijuana with Dally sometimes, he’s super anxious when they do though because he doesn’t want to get arrested
DALLY:
He will not talk about his feelings
The cops forced him to go to therapy, it didn’t fix anything
He is amazing at lying
The police know him by name
He hasn’t told the gang much about the past other than where he came from and that he doesn’t talk to his folks
Darry nicknamed him “Rat”
He actually feels bad when Darry yells at him
He gets sun burns very quickly
He has his own personal stench
He doesn’t want Johnny to end up like him
He cried for 3 hours straight when he found out Johnny was still alive, it is his most embarrassing moment
He chugs drinks insanely fast
He can’t read very well
He needs glasses but he thinks he’d look like a wimp if he had any
Even though he knows he could have an asthma attack from coughing to hard, he still doesn’t carry his inhaler
He was happy when he thought he was going to die
Then he woke up and had an epiphany about life, it didn’t do to much, but now he knows death isn’t the only option
He proudly shows off the burn marks on his arm
He loves pushing Johnny around in his wheelchair
He listens to outlaw music and Frank Sinatra
He loves horror movies
He toned down his bad behavior once he got out of the hospital, he’s still a dick though
That’s it or whatever. I hope you like them, I’m sorry if some of them don’t make sense. I’m just so silly. I apologize for my horrible grammar lol. Feel free to tell me some of your head cannons!! :D
#the outsiders#johnny cade#dally winston#two bit mathews#ponyboy curtis#sodapop curtis#darry curtis#steve randle#headcanon#silly guy
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Buckle up, Gojo lovers! It's BUNDLE REVEALS time 🤩💙
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#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen zine#gojo#gojo satoru#jjk gojo#gojo merch box#jjk zine#merch#satoru gojo#gojo sensei#jujutsu gojo
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Twst characters and the strangest thing that’s happened to them
HEARTSLABYUL
Riddle: once a student asked him to help them hide some contraband. They didn’t realize riddle was the house warden, or.. you know.. Riddle. Riddle played along for a sec to see what they were hiding, and found they were keeping a fiFTEEN FOOT PYTHON IN THEIR ROOM WITHOUT TELLING THEIR ROOMATES
Trey: once Riddle’s mom asked for a custom cake for a bachelorette party she was hosting. Trey wasn’t sure if she knew who he was, but he wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry
Cater: his sisters trapped him in a box for a few hours and when he got out something was on fire. To this day he doesn’t know what happened
Duce/Ace: they were both going to sneak into MC/Yuu’s dorm for a surprise visit, and saw them throwing something at a mirror and going “LEAVE ME ALONE YOU CREEPY RAT 😭😭😭”. Then they decided to quietly leave
((The “creepy rat” was Mikey mouse /info))
SAVANACLAW
Leona: one time he fell asleep in his bed, but somehow woke up in pomefiore. He has no idea what happened, but he assumes rook has something to do with it. Rook has never confirmed nor denied this
Jack: one time using his signature spell, an influencer™️ went up and tried to take a picture with him. A wolf. He turned back and immediately scolded/yelled at them for being so stupid
Ruggie: he works multiple retail jobs. He’s seen a lot of weird stuff. Once he saw the entirety of scarabia flood a McDonaldDucks wearing banana suits
OCTAVINELLE
Azul/Jade: someone did something disgusting in the sink of the lounge every Monday for two months
Floyd: that time he was used to make face cream
SCARABIA
Jamil: Kalim. But seriously, one time he found someone selling merch of Kalim, and even found a keychain of HIMSELF
Kalim: once Jamil left for a day and Kalim got the entire Scarabia dorm to dress in banana costumes and go to the Spelldrive game and raid random places. It was the best day of his life
POMEFIORE
Vil: he once found fanfic of him and neige and exploded
Epel: once ate one of those “bubble gum flavored” apples by accident and basically fell out of his seat ((trey pranked him))
Rook: neige liked one of his fanfics he wrote about him
IGNIHYDE
Ortho: he once walked in on idia wearing cat ears and a maid outfit and to this day does not know what was going on
Idia: once ortho sent him some WILD fanart of star rogue and went “oops, wrong person 😇”. Idia never got an explanation
DIASOMNIA
Malleus: when scarabia had the banana incident™️ he accidentally wandered in, and was passed a suit. He was so excited to be invited to something he just put it on and didn’t question things
Lilia: he made one of the first memes and no one knows it’s him. He’s like Neil Cicierega of the twst world
Silver: woke up to a “sleeping contest” he was apparently having with Leona by accident. There were people cheering for them and banners set up
Sebek: one time saw yuu call Malleus “babygorl” and malleus didn’t comment??? Is that normal for them??? (Yes)
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I’ve ranted this ironically everywhere except on my own page but
It ticks me off that Disney didn’t have, like, movie promo items accompanying The Haunted Mansion while all these other movies are just plain spoiling us with fantastic merch.
I know The Mouse has the money to give us something, but it personally feels like they just didn’t really try a whole lot when it came to marketing this movie.
Just!!!
Popcorn containers in the shape of Madam Leota’s crystal ball, or the Hat Box if they didn’t want to get too occulty
A special flavor of ICEE like a mixed berry kind that comes out a paler blue than blue raspberry, so it’s like the ghosts. Comes in a cup that you could frankly just slap the image of the mansion on or something. Or hell, make the cup resemble Hatbox’s top hat!
Drink umbrellas, larger than the normal ones because they’re decorated like the types of parasols you might see at a second line
Pins: One in the shape of a top hat that says “Happy Hauntings”, or a trio set that looks like the Hitchhiking Ghosts (you can buy separately or all three)
Collectible, like, I guess almost post-card like cards with the tarot-themed poster designs on them with the meanings of what they symbolize on the back
It’s not merch, but maybe an area with cut outs of Ezra, Phineas, and Gus that people can take pics with, like how people took pics in the Barbie box. (Yeah, they’re only in the movie for a second, but it’s still a nice gesture I think people would enjoy.)
S o m e t h i n g
And these are just off the top of my head! I’ll admit that some of this frustration comes from the fact that I love to collect movie merch that some theaters will sell, but seriously: Haunted Mansion movie merch has so much potential! It constantly feels like Disney is practically served opportunities and obvious choices on silver platters, only to completely disregard them!
#the haunted mansion 2023#the haunted mansion#haunted mansion 2023#haunted mansion#disney’s haunted mansion
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So two months ago I ordered a Pokémon mystery box and told them my favorite Pokémon was scorbunny (my favorite that would have merch to choose from) anyway it came in and two of the things I got was a mouse pad and ID holder which I am gonna use for work
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So, The RWBY Panel Summarized:
Barb was so happy to be here she cried. We all cheered for her (and the others of course)
Video message from a Japanese writer involved with Ice Queendom shown. Starting next episode (Ep 4) it will be original story rather than the loose adaptation. Clip from episode 2 shown in both Japanese and English to show how LKAB are adapting the adaptation of their own original lines. (Barb made a joke about “we heard you liked dubs so we put a dub in your dub so you can dub while you dub”)
New merch shown. Streetwear for Yang and Blake, car accessories, Banpresto Qposket figures, YouTooz figures coming soon, new partnership with Makeship, showed off shadow boxes and acrylics. LKAB tossed merch hidden under their seats into crowd. While unboxing Qposket figures Blake’s arms fell off. Yang arm jokes were made.
Trailer for Paladins collab shown.
New Arrowfell trailer, more animation shown and voice acting. Switching on the fly between Team RWBY, cited as being more Shantae styled.
Elizabeth Maxwell will be on the Grimm Campaign panel on Sunday (likely to be a one-shot w/ her playing Winter)
Teaser trailer shown for Volume 9 that’s now public. Also clip from first episode of Ruby meeting a talking mouse who wants to eat a cheese plant. CRWBY very impressed by how quickly we memed the mouse (their name is Little)
Many shoutouts and much love to CRWBY.
Animated movie announced with Justice League, not just adaptation of existing crossover comic. Also coming in 2023, the big reason Volume 9 is coming later than hoped.
MVP of Q&A: Milfology
Kara can wiggle her ears, Lindsay can fold their tongue in unique ways, Arryn wants to sing in the show if possible (duet with Casey when?), Barb throws a mean football. They think these talents could apply to their characters.
#rwby#rwby volume 9#rwby ice queendom#rwby arrowfell#RWBY x Justice League movie#rtx 2022#rtx austin#RTX RWBY panel
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Then Because She Goes
We’re supposed to leave by half-past eight
★ Chapter 14 of 15, 6455 words
★ Matty Healy x Original Female Character
★ warnings: bit of angst and grief
<< 13
13 February, 2020
“I’m going to do a bit of a clothing shop. For the new job, Lolo—I wanted some fancier clothes. Do you need anything before I come home? Might be a couple of hours or so. Okay. Yeah, but later. M’kay. See you later. Love you. Bye.”
Este hung up her phone, which once had José on the other end, to continue sorting through the racks of business casual pieces at H&M. The style bored her slightly, so the choices she kept tucked under her arm were littered with fun textures and colours, while still upholding the factors that made attire professional. She felt a bit of pressure to dress to impress for her upcoming first day at work.
After spending far too long in a fitting room, debating on whether she should purchase a pair of trousers in green or in blue (she eventually chose green), Este wandered the rest of the store leisurely. Her destination was the section filled with merchandise plastered in ripped off TV and film logos, and oddly chosen inspirational quotes. It would be a nice and lighthearted break from panicking about whether or not her personal style even existed.
She giggled to herself, holding up a t-shirt that had Mickey Mouse holding a pineapple printed onto the front. “Who would buy this?” muttered Este, before turning to a new rack. When her eyes caught the clothes on display, her breath hitched for a second.
Their design, clearly attempting to convince Chanel fans to consider buying a shirt with their rectangular branding, looked awfully like a logo that Este knew all too well.
Her mind flashed back to the second night she stayed round Matty’s place, snooping through his shirt collection to steal another one to lazily throw on and finding handfuls with boxes printed on the front. She made fun of him for owning so much of his own merch. ‘You know me, I’m my own biggest fan,’ Este remembered him boasting, before shutting him down and insisting that she held the title instead.
She thought of dancing to Give Yourself A Try with Cate in their flat, and hearing the box tattoo line—that moment being so early on that she didn’t understand the reference. She thought of the rectangle that lit up their stage as the band performed in front of it, and being in the crowd. Of how frequently she saw fans with the shape inked into their skin, helping her realise that the lyric in the song wasn’t an exaggeration.
The shape, yet simple, elicited a feeling Este didn’t know how to describe, and she found it difficult to peel her eyes away from the nine-pound-fifty shirt draped over a hanger before her.
Another shopper, who was actually shopping in Este’s vicinity unironically, snapped her out of the memory induced trance she’d been stuck in, allowing her to finally head up to the till and pay. She was excited to style her new green trousers and the other new additions to her wardrobe. But, it was only the beginning of her shopping spree.
By late morning, she had stopped at every store on her list. A couple of bags sat firmly on Este’s shoulder and clutched in one of her hands; but she hadn’t gone too crazy, since she had taken the tube and couldn’t be bothered to carry everything back on her own. She made a mental note to herself to take her car more often.
Grimey tiled stairs led her feet to the underground where she swiped her Oyster card and slipped on her headphones to wait for her train. The box sighting in the H&M made Matty linger in her mind, which wasn’t necessarily unusual, as Este found herself thinking about him often lately.
Though she was trying to create a new ‘normal’ for herself—to fill the gap in her life that Florencia’s passing left—she hadn’t felt as beautiful as she once did when Matty’s eyes were on her. Not even just physically, since he was never afraid to express how much he admired Este’s mind; its ins and outs, the things she feared and things she loved. She craved the way he understood her.
So, it freaked her out when she stepped off the platform and onto the train, riding it peacefully into the direction of her granddad’s house and nearly reaching her destination—just to catch Matty’s eye across the carriage. Speak of the devil.
He had already been looking at her. As if he was waiting, begging, for Este to notice his stare.
It was a relief to see her in the flesh after such a long time full of uncertainty. Her hair was longer. I guess that’s what hair does after a while, Matty figured. The black headphones that sat over her ears were unfamiliar. Este used to refuse to leave her flat without her beloved AirPods that frequently sat in her ears, so he assumed they were new.
But her eyes were still the same. Matty chased their contact until they met his own. A pang of bittersweet sadness hit his chest when she looked back at him; and he watched the neutral expression on her face turn slightly upwards into a smile. He had to blink a couple of times to survive the haze she’d locked him in, and attempted to smile back. The muscles in his face seemed to be just as surprised to see her as he was, so frankly, Matty had no idea what they were doing, or if they even formed a smile. He was too busy trying not to feel broken when she ceased their mutual gaze and exited through the opening train doors. It was her stop. And that was it.
It took everything in him to stay seated. What he really wanted to do was to run after her, shout her name proudly at the top of his lungs until she turned around. He wanted to see her smile with her teeth. Be ecstatic to see him, and pull him in for an embrace. But that wasn’t reality.
Este seemed peaceful. Healthy. Healing, hopefully. The shopping she carried made Matty assume she was having a day to herself, so he didn’t want to burden her. Instead, he sat and convinced himself that it was the smart choice to make.
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There were a plethora of things he could be working on, now sitting at home where he’d be for the next couple of nights before their Nottingham show on the 15th—but with the NME Awards being held the previous night, he was still antsy with adrenaline from the successful ceremony. And also fairly drained from the theatrics of it all.
So, wanting to take advantage of his free day, Matty headed back out instead of staying in the house as planned. He drove over to a park (always one quite far, for the sake of his privacy), bringing along a notebook and pen in case any inspiration peeked through, as well as a book to pass the time as he sat on a bench and took in the cold air. It was a bit too chilly for that many people to be out, so it was lovely and quiet.
After setting up a queue of music on Spotify, his eyes got distracted by the other social media apps that tempted them. Clicking on Instagram, Matty impulsively searched Este’s name into the explore page—something he hadn’t done in a while—and similarly to the way he tried to find her after meeting her for the very first time. He needed to get it out of his system, and curiosity always seemed to win over logic, with him.
But there wasn’t much to look at. Her account had been the same for the past couple of months; no new posts or silly random things uploaded temporarily to her story.
Este didn’t spend much time scrolling on her phone anymore, and surely didn’t have many glamorous things to display for her followers at the moment. She took note of her declining screen time and assumed it was connected to how the feeling of losing someone so special inspired her to live life in the moment; but in reality, it just sort of bummed her out to see the eventful lives of the accounts she followed. It made Este feel like she was the only person struggling, though she knew that wasn’t true.
But when she arrived home, setting the bags full of clothes onto her unmade bed, her first instinct was to open her device.
She wanted to text Matty.
Minutes went by as Este word-vomited into her Notes app, finally letting herself open up. Seeing him on the tube only made her miss him more; and feel even more guilty for leaving him in the dark. A explanation felt integral for her sanity. She silently thanked the universe for deciding to make them take the same train at a moment that she truly felt ready to face him. A moment where she was thinking clearly (though there was still enough fog in her brain to send him eleven messages in a row without caring that much).
Matty curled the sleeves of his coat over his hands in attempts to keep them warm. The air was cooler than he expected it to be. His fingertips remained frigid as they turned the pages of his book and he bounced his leg up and down out of habit. Flipping to a new chapter, the song playing switched over timely.
With his queue now over, a shuffled playlist began playing, and the new track wasn’t one he was up for hearing. So, he reached for the phone in his pocket to skip it, and instead caught the notifications from Este streaming through. Each buzz felt like a brick dropped on a car windshield, the sheer weight of them sending him waves of unexpected shock.
E ★
Thu, 13 Feb at 12:49 PM
Hi. That was me on the tube. At least I think you spotted me, unless you look at everyone on the tube that way too lol
I’m sorry that I disappeared and ruined this. But so much has changed and I think i’m getting better.
After the funeral I never went back to Manchester. I left Greenhouse, and Georgia took my spot in the flat (about time). It was really scary and for a while I wasn’t really living with any purpose, but I think moving was for the best. My granddad needed me. I didn’t work at all for a bit but as u can probably imagine it drove me insane. Like actually it was so bad that I’m now an absolute machine at Scrabble. I’ll have to challenge u to a match one day. Could probably kick ur arse tbh
Those times were probably some of my lowest, right after my nan passed, cooped up in Islington with my granddad. But once time did a little healing I eventually had this intense want - or more like need - to do something bigger. To be something bigger. For Lola.
So I reconnected with a few of my old colleagues to try and get back into the journalism industry. Did a lot of networking with the right people and hearing about the work they did. It reminded me of what I used to be so passionate about and helped distract me from how bad my brain was. Sort of think that what fuelled me to work so hard was just pure mania lol yikes
But last week I had an interview for a position with The Guardian. And this morning I accepted. It’s something small for now but there’s so much opportunity for me to work my way up and getting there has been so fulfilling. It’s a new and exciting chapter of my life.
I’m not telling you this to say ‘look at me now!’ or for your pity, but to thank you for encouraging me to think about pursuing journalism. I know you didn’t say much but it was the first time I even considered it was possible to go back.
I had been living the same days over and over again for years, at Greenhouse, and even though I was so happy there, you were the thing that threw me for a loop. I’d never met someone so addicted to beautiful things, so propelled by consuming life and making art with it. You made me think of myself as something bigger than what I already was. Thank you for that. And again, I am so so sorry that I let it fall apart.
Think this might be the most text messages anyone has ever sent to one person all at once. Lol soz. Just needed to get that out after seeing your face. I miss you.
I’m not expecting anything back, but I’ll be here. A text away.
I promise this time x
It took a while for him to muster up the courage to actually read them. But the lengthy paragraphs Matty was faced with were eventually whispered through his lips to himself. He had to stop his music completely to be able to hear himself think.
The words almost made him irrationally angry. Knowing that Este had clearly chosen to stop contacting him not due to his wrongdoings—but because of life taking a turn for the worst—made him understand in the first place, even without an explanation. Matty had accepted that. But what stirred his anger was that it didn’t matter. Even if there was no good reason, or if Florencia was still alive. His heart would always understand—and he couldn’t imagine a world where he’d choose to deny himself a place in Este’s life. It was frustrating, how strong his feelings were, and looking back, Matty couldn’t believe he’d spent so much time without her there.
There was no use in trying to type something back. His thumbs drew little circles in the air as they hovered above the keyboard on his screen, waiting for his brain to tell them what letters to click. But nothing was coming through. So, without thinking, he called.
“Hello?” It only rang once before she picked up.
“Hi,” Matty started nervously, “It’s me.”
She smiled at the sound of his voice, thinking it may sound a bit unfamiliar after the time that had gone by. It didn’t. “Yeah, it is you.”
“I read your texts.”
“Thank you,” Should I be thanking him for reading them? This sounds like I sent him fan mail, Este thought, “I’m glad you did,”
Matty thought about how she mentioned her and José living in Islington, which was near where he sat shivering in his too-thin coat. “Are you busy now? I tried to type out a response but it doesn’t feel like enough,”
“No, I’m not busy at all, actually.” She revealed, hoping he’d suggest they meet up, but also completely unsure if he was in town or not.
“You said you’re in Islington, right? Because I’m in Gillespie Park now. I could come to you, or you could come by if you know where that is. There’s a spot beside me on the bench I’m sitting on. It’s all yours, if you’re up for it.”
Este grinned in relief after learning that he was within reach. Physically and mentally. “I’ll take it. I can be there in 30?”
“I’ll drop a pin so you can find me.”
“See you,”
“See you.”
She had thrown out the thirty minute timeline to keep her cool and sound casual despite having no idea where Gillespie Park was.
So, since she learned through a quick Google search that it was only a 10 minute car journey from her house, Este paced round the kitchen to be able to arrive when she promised Matty she would. And attempt to figure out what to say to him once she did.
Sitting in his recliner, her granddad noticed the nervous circles she walked in and turned to eye her. “You’re stressing me out, Anak. What are you pacing for?” he asked.
“Just wasting time before I have to leave. I’m meeting someone I haven’t spoken to in while, so I’m a bit antsy. Can you tell? Do I seem antsy?” Este spoke with speed.
“Who are you meeting? Because yes, you do seem very antsy.”
She winced at his honesty and tried to compose herself, shaking her hands out and taking a deep breath. “Better?” She forced her legs to stop, and sarcastically posed with her arms crossed formally. José chuckled at her antics and nodded in agreement. “I’m seeing Matty,” Este finished.
“You don’t speak to Matty anymore?” A confused look displayed across his face. “He was a nice boy, you know. I was thinking of trying to scare him off when I met him but I liked him too much to go through with it,” he admitted.
“I don’t really have the time to explain, Lolo,” Este diverted, tapping on her phone to see the time. She should be leaving by now. “But I know. I liked him too.”
-
Matty watched her approach from afar, with her eyes switching between studying her phone at the location that he’d sent her, and scanning the dreary park to find him. She was still a ways away, so he figured Este didn’t recognise him from a long distance and decided to stand up and wave her down.
Setting his book down, he got up and raised his right arm to catch her attention. Her eyes lit up when she saw him, and she gave a small wave back. A nervous smile sat on his face as she walked over with a similar one on hers.
Still standing, Matty shoved his hands in his pockets. He didn’t know what to do with them.
“Can I hug you?” Este quietly asked. She didn’t bother to start with a ‘hello’.
He simply obliged by stepping forward and wrapping his arms around her. They fit around Este’s torso just the same, and Matty could almost feel his cells throbbing for her when her hand migrated up to cradle the back of his head, fingers buried in his hair. Both of their eyes fluttered shut.
There must be a word to describe just how badly they had missed each other. If there wasn’t, then they’d have to somehow bottle up that moment, standing and holding each other in the middle of the park, and put that into the dictionary instead. ‘I miss you’ just wasn’t enough, thought Este.
“I’m so sorry about your nan,” whispered Matty, feeling the need to reiterate his condolences even months later. He rubbed his hand up and down her back.
She squeezed him tighter before they let go and sat down side by side. “Thank you,” Her hands wedged between her crossed legs to stay warm. “She really did love you, you know. Like, truly. You didn’t even have to earn it, she just immediately did.”
They shared a smile, and Matty chuckled in response. “I am sad I didn’t get the chance to spend more time with her,” he said with a sadness in his voice. “She had always been so wonderful to me.”
Este attempted to control her blowing hair by constantly tucking it away as things faded to silence. They both snuck glances at each other.
“God, I haven’t even asked you how you are.” She scolded herself.
He internally cringed at their small talk. It was bizarre that they didn’t know each other that well anymore. That he had to catch her up on his life.
“The usual. Touring and finishing up the album. It’s been kind of stressful, to be honest. Lots of hoops we’ve had to jump through to get it finished. Already have had to push back the release date once, so that just about tells you how it’s going,” Matty looked over at her to see her watching him as he talked.
She nodded, gently smiling. “I can’t wait to hear it,” Este said, “and I love hearing about your music. But I asked how you are. I want to know how Matty is.”
He met the brown in her eyes with his own. It was like she wanted to see through him. At one point Este felt like she could, but she’d been out of practice for a bit. And Matty wanted to let her.
“I’ve been okay. As good as I can be. I just think I’ve been exhausted for the past, like, 10 months straight. The holidays helped, though. Seeing my family always feels good. Seeing you now feels good too,” explained Matty, truthfully. “I’ve missed you. A lot.”
Her hand inched over, finally gaining the confidence to hold his. They felt rough and weathered, but in the best way. Matty closed his over her soft ones and ran his thumb over the back. She sighed in relief.
“I honestly don’t know how to describe how terrible I feel for shutting you out the way I did. You deserved so much better than that,” Este felt herself try and swallow the lump in her throat. Saying everything to Matty’s face made it feel so real, because it was; she’d hurt him. “When everything was so fresh in the fall, I went quiet on everyone. And I’m thankful that you let me have my space. But once things got a bit better, I couldn’t bring myself to reach out. I was so scared you’d hate me. And that it was too late,”
Matty could feel the guilt laced in her words and saw the corner of her eyes grow damp. “That’s what scares me, E. I could never hate you.”
“Really?”
He nodded and let go of her hand to use his and settle her still unruly hair. A loose piece was guided behind her ear.
“I think that’s why I didn’t keep trying to get answers out of you, too. I knew in the back of my mind that there would be a time that you’d feel ready—and that no matter how far away that time was, I’d be there.” His heartbeat increased when what he said brought a smile out of Este. A real one. Her dimple started back at him. “And being scared is overrated, anyway. I was a dickhead and too scared to let you call me your boyfriend last summer. Even though that’s what I wanted.”
“Yeah, you were.” She chuckled, and swiped any sadness from her eye quickly. “Fuck being scared.”
They agreed with laughter. “That’s what I should apologise for, by the way. It was pointless—me trying to keep us from moving forward, just because I’d let things go to shit in the past. It was unfair to both of us. I was just being a pussy.” Matty admitted.
She waved him off, the silly disagreement not meaning much to her now.
“It’s crazy that at this point, that was almost seven months ago now. I think I blocked all of August to December out of my memory, so it doesn’t seem like that much time has passed at all,” recalled Este, turning to Matty and pulling her legs up onto the bench to sit crisscross.
He agreed silently, shaking his head in disbelief at how far they had come. “Sometime throughout those months you’ve managed to score a job with The Guardian though, so that’s a win.”
“I did,” she said, suddenly shy by his flattery.
“That’s more than just a win, to be fair. It’s huge,” continued Matty, “I can’t believe you’re actually a Londoner now. Like, for real. With a fancy writing job. Well I can easily believe the latter, but Este leaving Manchester? I never thought I’d see the day.”
“Hey, I haven’t even started that job yet. And it is not at all fancy—at least not yet. So don’t get too excited,” Este defended, to stay humble.
“Still, congratulations. I know you’ll be amazing. When you said that I helped make you see yourself as something bigger than what you already are, it felt like a punch in the gut. In a good way. If that was the only thing you ever took away from what we had then I’d be happy,” he tried to explain, using his fist against his stomach to demonstrate just how much he meant it, and how grateful he was for Este’s words. He instantly regretted speaking in the past tense as he said ‘from what we had’, but had faith that she’d get what he meant.
“I mean, it’s true. It really was you. I think my nan secretly wanted me to go back and use my degree, too. She always thought the highest of me—higher than anyone else—like when I showed the tiniest interest in starting violin lessons as a kid and she was suddenly telling her friends I’d be a violinist one day. Or when I had only been out of uni for a couple of days and she asked me why she hadn’t seen me reporting on the news yet. She’d seen me as being too big for the bookstore. But she also knew how much I loved it, so she never complained,”
Este found herself getting emotional again, thinking about Florencia, and he noticed. Out of instinct, Matty reached out to her ankle that sat on the seat next to him. The warmth of his hand instantly comforted her, and the small circles he drew took her back to the handful of moments they lay tangled together.
“Great minds,” joked Matty.
“Yeah. Too bad it only took her dying, me quitting my job, cutting everyone off, moving across the country—and going slightly manic—to finally realise.” She sustained the lighthearted tone he initiated.
“You know,” Matty turned to bring his feet onto the wooden seat, hugging his knees to his chin comfortably. “I read this book a couple months ago—“ He hesitated after seeing Este’s eyes roll in annoyance, making fun of his obsession with referencing. “Hey!”
Este giggled. “Go on, say the David Foster-Wallace quote you were planning on saying, or whatever,” Amusement was plastered on her face.
“Fuck you!” He threw his head back as he laughed.
She had missed hearing that sound.
“I was just about to say that I just read this book. Pure Colour. It was pretty crazy to follow, and almost a bit Freudian at times which was gross, but the author said this thing about how the most important thing being the process of finding the right distance from everything in life. That sometimes a person is meant to move forward in the world with the thing they love at a distance. Like, you can’t see anything from too close—or too far. So maybe that’s all it really took. Just the right distance.”
This was another moment Este felt like wanted to tip over his head in hopes that some of his brain would spill out. To be able to understand what went on in there.
“That’s a beautiful way to put it,” she gushed, “Thank you, for thinking the way you think. I’ll never grow tired of hearing you talk.”
He beamed at her, studying her face like it was his own reflection. He liked the way her septum piercing (that was now mostly healed) sat slightly crooked, the bead on her right hovering higher than the left.
“You say that now,” warned Matty, implying that she’d think otherwise eventually.
A gust of wind made his journal flop onto the pavement that made up the pathway they sat on, forcing him to bend over to pick it up. Este nestled deeper into her denim jacket.
He could see her begin to shiver, so Matty asked, “Do you have anywhere to be today? Would you want to maybe come over to mine? To be a bit warmer. We can order food, or something,”
Este thought to herself for a second, pretending to have to weigh out a decision, but—without question—she agreed, smiling and nodding her head. “I’d like that.”
-
She followed behind Matty in her car through the 25 minute drive back to his house. Although Este’s was much closer, they’d decided against disturbing her granddad’s peace.
He put on an Etta James record once they had settled in. The two of them got comfortable, sitting side by side on his sofa, as Este took in the place that had now grown unfamiliar to her. She noticed a couple of different pieces of furniture, and random new additions of decor and literature that sat messily around. How did he manage to prolong so much character in his belongings when he was barely home? wondered Este.
Matty was right about it being warmer, both literally and in terms of the energy between them. His house’s lighting that glowed orange like marmalade was a nice contrast to the grey UK sky they’d previously been sitting under. And now that they had moved past any nerves or fear, it was like no time had gone by in silence.
He rambled on about how crazy the final leg of his American tour was. Let her listen to what she wanted to hear from Notes. Este loved it. “It’s so British,” she complimented. He thanked her.
Este learned that he had a great Christmas, and a new obsession with the VR he had gotten as a gift from the guys. They were doing well, too, and had a couple of London shows coming up at the end of the month. Matty invited her out to whichever night she could make it to, and Este promised to come out to at least one of them.
Then she talked his ear off, through her highs and lows of the latter end of 2019. How they were mostly lows. She told him about her new job, what she’d be doing there, and her Scrabble high score. She blushed when Matty expressed how proud of her he was (about the job, not the vocabulary game). She bragged about now having read four Joan Didion novels since they last spoke, and that her favourite was Play It As It Lays.
“Of course your favourite is one of like, five, fiction books she’s ever written. You really have not changed all that much,” complained Matty.
They grew hungry and ordered a Chinese takeaway to eat messily with chopsticks, chewing over the styrofoam containers—still sat on the sofa—and pairing it with the only bottle of red Matty had left in his frequently uninhabited house. The meal was only a brief intermission, as both of their voices continued exercising to the point of them growing tired. There was never enough to say to each other.
When the sun had set quite some time ago, Matty’s concrete home made them feel small, but small together. Este couldn’t avoid the weight of her eyes increasing after the pure catharsis of their conversation and early morning errands she had run. So, she fell asleep. On Matty’s shoulder. He noticed how long the pauses between his words and hers started to grow and wasn’t surprised when her head held lower and lower until she passed out against him. And he let her. Matty knew that Este would have done the same for him.
While she slept, he took the opportunity to get their mess tidied up. He threw away the empty food containers and took the glasses that once had wine in them over to the kitchen. He dampened a flannel and used it to get any gunk off of the coffee table, moving every book and vase sitting on it out of the way to make sure he didn’t miss anything. After a couple of minutes, Matty realised how uncomfortable she looked, so he grabbed a cushion to stick under Este’s cheek and draped a light throw over her body. Her chest rose up and down rhythmically.
But, Matty was unsure of what she had planned the next day. Whether it would be smart for Este to stay overnight at his, or if she would wake up in a panic having missed something important. Not wanting to risk it, he cut her slumber to a short forty-five minutes.
He studied how gently her eyelids were shut. The thick black eyelashes that grew from them rested with barely any weight against her cheek. There was contentment written all over her face—from what Matty could read, at least. He smiled at how beautiful she was. How beautiful she had always been.
His body squatted in front of the sofa, now eye level with her quiet snores, and his hand apprehensively shook her shoulder.
“E,” Matty whispered, “Wake up, Este.”
The sound of his voice eventually helped her slip back into consciousness, though her short sleep was inconsistent anyway. Este had woken up periodically, and there were a couple of times she was inclined to peek at her surroundings. She had briefly caught Matty sweetly humming to himself as he cleaned up their dinner. It was difficult to hold in her laugh and resist a smile, but her tiredness took over quickly and she wasn’t ever looking or listening for long.
She yawned before peeling her eyes open. “Sorry for falling asleep on you.”
“Don’t be. I’m sorry for waking you—I was just worried that you wouldn’t want to crash here. That you had somewhere to be tomorrow, or something.” Matty explained, chuckling at the sight of Este sleepily rubbing her eyes.
“Why would I not want to crash at your very cosy and welcoming concrete cube of a home?” she joked.
His jaw dropped at her dig at him. “You love it. Don’t lie now,”
“I do. You’re right.” confessed Este. Matty still sat low to the ground, so his chin found itself sat against the edge of the sofa cushion that she laid on. Despite talking comfortably for the previous hours, it was the closest they had come to each other all day. “Thank you for letting me explain myself today. I was expecting you to be holding a grudge, or something, but I’m glad you listened. And that you have it in your heart to forgive me,”
“You’re my Este. Of course I’d listen,” he responded matter-of-factly.
My Este, she repeated in her head, trying to push down the butterflies that she could feel overflowing from her chest.
Matty reached out with his finger to poke her in the cheek, happy to see a smile on her face. She jokingly smiled as wide as she could in response, showing all of her teeth, earning one just as big back from him. With his hand still reached out and next to her face, Este nuzzled her cheek into it, fairly intimately, forcing it to open and cradle her face.
It made them both freeze and their once goofy grins both faltered to a look of intrigue. The space between them was already small, but they wanted it even smaller.
She watched his eyes divert down towards her lips and wondered what he was waiting for. I want this, Este decided. We both want this.
Her arm extended to pull him in by the back of his neck, needing his mouth against hers like a desert needed water.
Their lips moved together in unison, both of them smiling in the process. It felt surreal for the months of misconnection to suddenly mean nothing—all that mattered was that now, they were there. A quiet hum of satisfaction could be heard.
Eventually, they broke apart to take a breath. Este took the pause as an opportunity to comb her fingers through the hair that sat messily atop his forehead, bringing her hand back around to sit on his jaw comfortably.
And in that moment, it was only them two. My Este, Matty thought again. It was his turn to repeat it to himself, in his head, realising how true it really was. He hoped he was her Matty.
——— 21 February, 2020
“This one’s new as well,” Matty said as he began introducing the next song, hearing the packed O2 scream back at him. “It’s been a favourite of mine lately. Dance and jump around with who you love, if they’re here with you tonight.”
The jangly guitar erupted even more praise from the crowd as its recognisable riff blew through the arena. From the side of the stage, Este watched what she could see of the audience and saw people jumping up and down in pure joy. The 1975’s energy was unmatched, as it always had been.
She bopped back and forth to the catchy and poppy anthem and her eyes lit up with the reflections from the screens that charged the atmosphere with bright lights. Her look of pure awe emitted as she watched Matty strum away at his guitar. A giggle left her lips when she heard him sing the line, “I’m sorry that I’m kind of queer, it’s not as weird as it appears. It’s ‘cause my body doesn’t stop me,” as the second verse passed.
The song felt both heartfelt and lighthearted at the same time. Especially when the final chorus rang on, its repetition hitting hard and meaningfully.
“I’ve been in love with her for ages, and ages, and ages, yeah,” He sang, eyes flickering across the sea of faces that shouted the words back to him. “I’ve been in love with you for ages, for ages, and ages,” The more he thought about the lyrics, the more he felt the need to do what did next, as the end of the performance neared.
Matty fully turned his body to where Este stood, surrounded by gear and wires and techies. His right hand came to a halt, and instead of continuing to play the chords, he straightened out his arm and pointed right at her. Este could feel his eye contact burning into her despite the flashing screens.
“I’ve been in love with you for ages.”
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[ID: A digital illustration of the Vault Boy condition image from the PipBoy 3000, a glowing green outlined figure on a dark screen with health metre indicators for head, body and each limb. Rather than the regular coverall-clothed guy, the figure is an outline of Garfield. All health indicators are full and he is smiling. Text below him reads "April 2024 - Level 41." End ID.]
A show came out for a game I've thought about 3-7 times every week for the past nine years and I've been completely normal about it. In my birthday month too! It influenced the playlist cover more than the contents, which are all indulgent as should be for a birthday month playlist. A lot of Carly Rae Jepsen this month, thanks to using her song titles as prompts for Storytelling Collective's April Daily Poem challenge (see results here). Two hours and 33 minutes but despite how I love playing with the length I shan't drop a one of these tracks to get to my birthday-day. Close enough, I say!
Related media to some of the songs:
'Two of Hearts' was in my mind thanks to a random video I'd encountered about the "I-I-I-I-I" sample in 'Groove Is in the Heart' by Deee-Lite, summarised over at Laughing Squid.
'Harder' was Medusa's I think birthday month track and had been out on Bandcamp for a bit but finally wended its way to Spotify, allowing me to drop it into a playlist. Their music is always a mood. They also have an At-Cost collection of merch specifically to make things available to more folks, with the option to pay it forward as well.
The way things go I think songs from a playlist I picked up from a Fallout: New Vegas fan artist are in May but heck there's a Nancy Sinatra on here so why not share now, 'Atomic Cocktail' is a very long, vibes-based playlist that is great to have going in the background.
Anyway here's a link to April's playlist on Spotify, with the track list below the cut.
Or embedded if you like that:
'Time to Pretend' - MGMT
'How Does it Feel' - Dizzee Rascal
'Free Animal' - Foreign Air
'Girl Inform Me - 2021 Remaster' - The Shins
'Complex' - Tristen
'Fun But Not Forever' - girlish figure
'Sociopathic Dance Queen' - Amaarae
'Jackie' - Scott Walker
'I Could Be Happy' - Altered Images
'GO! (feat. Karen O)' - Santigold
'Black Sheep' - Kailee Morgue
'Good Luck, Babe!' - Chappell Roan
'Me And My Shadow' - Peggy Lee
'Only A Fool Would Say That' - Steely Dan
'Seabird' - Alessi Brothers
'Thank You (Not So Bad)' - Dimitri Vegas & Like Mike
'Feels Right' - Carly Rae Jepsen
'Two of Hearts' - Stacey Q
'Hey Sorry' - Boy Jr.
'Houdini' - Dua Lipa
'Hard (er)' - Medusa
'i like the way you kiss me' - Artemas
'Really Big Deal' - Jake Shears
'Eye On The Bat' - Palehound
'Sunshine Superman' - Donovan
'Sunset Superman' - Dio
'Godzilla' - Blue Öyster Cult
'Shadow' - Carly Rae Jepsen
'Cute & Cruel (feat. First Aid Kit)' - Tove Lo
'Evil Eyes' - Dio
'Do Right' - Jimmie's Chicken Shack
'Dancehall Queen' - Robyn
'I'm Like A Bird' - Nelly Furtado
'Chemical' - Post Malone
'Juke Box Hero - 2008 Remaster' - Foreigner
'The King of Rock 'N' Roll' - Prefab Sprout
'Call Me Maybe' - Carly Rae Jepsen
'Bury Me With It - Jacknife Lee Remix' - Modest Mouse
'That Life' - Unknown Mortal Orchestra
'Oh to Be in Love - 2018 Remaster' - Kate Bush
'Sideshow' - Nick Lutsko
'Primadonna' - MARINA
'When I Needed You' - Carly Rae Jepsen
'This Hell (feat. CHANMINA - Gyarupi Remix - Spotify Singles)' - Rina Sawayama
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Oh god. The joke is certainly on whatever low brow lingerie company Smeg merched for. She looks cheap, is shaped like a box, is unfeminine and ugly as fuck when you really look at her. She is the poster girl for when mediocre people think they are hot. It would be funny if she wasn’t so utterly delusional. The only time she has ever looked half decent in her life was on Suits because of PROFESSIONAL hair and makeup, and apparently she really took it and ran with it. If you give a mouse a cookie comes to mind. What an absolute lunatic!
Can you imagine being Royal, a senior Royal too, and having access to a hairdresser every single day and a dresser of the world’s best clothes and having them expertly chosen and tailored for you and instead you go with
And as a person with bad hair I can tell you I would have it blown out every few days like she had done on Suits. What’s her problem with looking appropriate?
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🦎🦾🛫🦿Incorrect Quotes/Drabbles Top Gun & Pacific Rim AU - Series🦿🛫🦾🦎
Reuben Payback Fitch is in his private quarters at the Miramar Shatterdome, reading the latest report on the updates added to the Jaeger he’s co-piloting with Mickey Fanboy Garcia. They’re supposed to have another test later before their WagerTrek Jaeger is to officially launch an attack against the Kaiju.
His boyfriend was supposed to be in charge of the snacks for their much-deserved break. It’s been several minutes since he left. The Miramar kitchen isn’t that far from their quarters, so Payback is wondering what Fanboy is up to now.
He’s also feeling a bit nervous. Yesterday he received the engagement ring he asked to be engraved, and he’s wondering when to propose…
He’s thinking about different scenarios, toying with the ring, when the door of his quarters is suddenly opened, and his soon-to-be fiancé –hopefully– comes in with a huge smile!
Fanboy: ‘SUP, BABE?!
Payback, startled and moved frantically to hide the ring in his pillow: Yo, Mickey-boo. Why are you so late?
Fanboy: I was busy putting an end to our sufrimiento. ¡Tu boyfriend es un héroe!
Payback: What did you do? What suffering?
Fanboy: The kind que impieza con una J y una B.
Payback: J and B…Jake and Bradley? What about them? I thought they were currently avoiding each other because of another bullshit reason. Bullshit reason that is in fact an epic failed attempt at flirting that both sides somehow took offence from…
Fanboy: Let me explain what I did. So, do you remember my collection of action figures that nobody –but you– knows about?
[The collection Fanboy is talking about is an action-figures-of-every-Daggers-Jaeger-Pilot-in-their-PPDC-uniform-with-extra-accessories type of collection. It’s all part of the commercial aspect of the Jaeger-Kaiju War. Even though the Apocalypse is coming closer, some try to make a profit out of it, because there are a lot of groupies who like to spend their money to buy figurines of their heroes and the giant Godzilla-like monsters. Fanboy is one of the groupies, although he gets discounts and the Merchandise Team loves him – he gives them so many good ideas, like the Fanboy he is.]
Payback: Yeah. So?
Fanboy: Well, I asked the Merch Team to do me a favour and create two unique action figures.
[The first one is a Bradley Rooster Bradshaw action figure. The Rooster doll wears his Ranger & PPDC-issued uniform with a leather jacket portraying his Kaiju kills; however, he doesn’t have his usual accessories, he gets a Stetson, a wooden comb, and a toothpick box instead. Meanwhile the other action figure is a Jake Hangman Seresin doll wearing a mustache, a colourful Hawaiian-shirt and jorts with extra accessories such as a Bronco and a French bulldog figurine.]
Payback, speechless: For real, man?
Fanboy, excited: Yup. Then I put the Bradley doll in Jake’s room, and the Jake doll in Bradley’s. It should melt their pissy moods, perhaps they’re too chicken shit to face their feelings, but I’m hoping they’re far too gone on one another to throw the doll away…
Payback: I know you enough to tell there’s another step to that plan…
Fanboy, Aw. You know me too well, babe. There is!
Payback: ‘Kay, Mickey-Mouse, tell you what. I have five attempts to guess your plan. You win, I’m doing your part of the report about the test we’re conducting with WagerTrek. I win, I want my OWN customised doll and shit! ‘Cause this is so cool!
Fanboy: Deal, mi amor!
Payback; with a giant grin: Sweet, baby! Oh, and you’ve forgotten our snacks! ☹
Fanboy: ¡Joder! be right back!
[Fanboy runs to the kitchen to fetch their snacks while Payback put his ring away, a plan finally forming in his head. By the way, Fanboy also has a plan to propose to his boyfriend with an action figure!]
[The sequel of Fanboy’s plan to be set in another post.]
[This third post is in the same timeframe than the first one. And I’ve figured out what Bradley and Natasha’s Jaeger name is going to be. The FeatheredFlame!]
[I got the idea for this post once I saw @babyrooster’s post about Barbie!Rooster. It sparked something in my head! :D]
(Original Ring Picture source: x)
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[Follow this tag 🦎🦾PR/TG🛫🦿 for more!]
#pacific rim au#pacific rim with top gun characters#mickey fanboy garcia x reuben payback fitch#reuben payback fitch x mickey fanboy garcia#mickey fanboy garcia#reuben payback fitch#hangster#sereshaw#hangaroo#bradley rooster bradshaw x jake hangman seresin#Payback and Fanboy are soon-to-be-work-husbands! The first married couple among the Daggers!#Matchmaker!Fanboy#WagerTrek Jaeger#🦎🦾PR/TG🛫🦿#🐈red🐈furry🐈cat🐈tag🐈
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#dizzyisms#hi I remembered that I have polls again#giving y'all this while I scramble to catch up on a week's worth of missed French notes
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Renovation Review 9/2022
My credit card is finally paid off. Oh thank god.
Thank you SO MUCH to everyone who has commissioned me, bought merch, or donated during this hectic time! My car still needs further repairs but the situation isn’t as urgent right now. It’s limping along with shitty brakes, but it at least runs.
If you’d still like to help, here’s some links to do so:
>Donate via Paypal to: [email protected]
>Merch
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We now have all the tools we need to maintain the yard and finish cleaning up the really overgrown parts. We’ve done a little work on the house itself, but we ran out of time and money (plus we couldn’t find somewhere for mom to stay while we do construction) so that will be next year’s project.
Autumn is fast approaching, but I feel so good about all that we accomplished since we moved here back in March. I got SO MUCH MORE done than I expected, and I couldn’t have done it without your help. Sincerely, thank you from the bottom of my heart. Here’s what was done since March:
Spent 2 months aggressively researching RVs and browsing local inventories.
Put a down payment on an RV to live in until the house is in a livable state.
Cleaned out most of the hoard in the house.
Cleaned out almost the entire hoard in the yard.
Had several box trucks full of junk hauled away, including over FIFTEEN lawnmowers(!!!)
Cleared and burned several dumpsters worth of yard waste that had overtaken the yard and exterior.
Cut down 3 dead, leaning trees that were looming over the RV.
Remodeled an old cabin on the property to make it livable, installed electricity.
Upgraded electrical box in the house to accommodate RV.
Installed a walking path between the house and cabin (not a vanity project--original path was muddy and dangerous)
Got car fixed so it at least drives again.
Cut down a 15ft tall invasive knotweed forest, dug up hundreds of massive rhizomes, raked up and burned several years’ worth of dead canes, terraformed the land to be flat and planted grass over it, transforming the forest into a lawn within just a few months. (This was probably the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life. holy shit it was BAD, and it’s still not 100% done with cleanup yet...but the invasion is under control now at least.)
Split at least a hundred giant log rounds that were laying all over the property. Cleaned up several big fallen trees that had been laying in the yard for years. (This was also insanely difficult, almost as bad as the knotweed)
Pruned several living trees that had grown out of control. (Mostly hollies, which are a thorny, bee-infested pain in the ass to work with)
Removed and burned a MASSIVE wisteria bush that had choked out and killed a few full-grown trees and wrapped itself around a power pole. Seriously, this thing was a forest in itself. It took 5 people armed with 4 chainsaws and a manlift an entire day to cut down.
Acquired $2000 worth of tools.
Tore the crappy siding off the greenhouse and replaced it to convert it into a shed where we can store the tools.
Removed a bunch of unnecessary and dangerous rusty barbed wire fencing.
Rehomed mom’s dangerous, out-of-control pitbull. (It tore mom’s leg open and sent her to the hospital, bit me three times and bit my boyfriend twice before she got the hint and let it go, but she finally did, thank christ...)
Reclaimed about a half-acre of property from invasive blackberry bushes.
Used bucket traps to get a mouse infestation under control. (Very successful btw, highly recommend this type of trap)
Cleaned up a pile of black garbage bags FILLED with beer cans and HUMAN FECES (I’m not fucking kidding) that my mom’s alcoholic tenant left there. They had a toilet. Why didn’t he use it? Not a fucking clue, my dudes. The only job worse than the knotweed genocide was raking and shoveling all this human shit into new bags. There was years’ worth of an alcoholic’s poop. I had to spread sawdust to soak up the rest of the crap, bag up a few inches of soil as well, then put down new soil and plant grass on it. The good news is: It’s all done, there’s no smell left behind, and the grass came in beautifully. The bad news is: It mentally scarred me for life.
Converted a big ugly stump into a cute flower garden.
Learned a LOT about plants, animals, tools, homesteading, carpentry, and so much more. Became a smarter and way more capable person.
A bunch of other random minutia.
This has been a back-breaking and emotionally difficult experience, to say the least. This property was my childhood home, and seeing it in such a horrid state broke my heart. But I feel like we’re slowly but surely getting it back into order. I’m kind of disappointed that we didn’t get the house fixed as much as I wanted, but we did clean up most of the hoard inside, which improved my mom’s quality of life immensely. She STILL thanks me almost every day, I know it made a huge difference in her daily life. We still plan on making some emergency repairs to the back part of the house before late autumn, just because the floor is sinking and it’s an actual safety hazard.
Here’s what I’d like to get done before the wet/cold season hits:
Install PEX piping to the RV to reduce freezing and other issues.
Install skirting around the RV for insulation.
Jack up the back of the house and install cinderblocks under the floor to keep it stable, at least temporarily. We will eventually tear that whole part of the house off, but there’s other work that needs to be done before we can start demolition. We can’t demo until next summer anyway.
Finish the pathway between the cabin and house. This isn’t super urgent, but it’s going to get muddy and slippery again if we don’t install gravel before the rains come.
Buy a leaf blower. (I know, I know, everyone hates these, but the one I want is electric. No gas fumes and it’s pretty quiet.)
Build or buy an actual shed to store the tools in. The greenhouse is a plastic piece of shit that will fall apart under a few inches of snow. We took some temporary measures to reinforce it against autumn weather, but I’m doubtful about winter.
Get the brakes on my car fixed.
I think that’s it. The rest is long-term future stuff, like tearing down and rebuilding the garage, rebuilding the cabin (it’s livable for now but the foundation is failing), clearing more blackberries, demolishing the back of the house and remodeling the front, and so on. We’ll get there eventually.
Again, I can’t thank you guys enough. Things are going to slow down as the weather gets wetter and colder, but I’ll continue to keep you up to date as much as I can.
9/4/2022
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RandoS: Percy and Annabeth’s Underwater Kiss
RandoS: Percy and Annabeth’s Underwater Kiss
I was going through the photos in my phone and I saw this mouse pad from @mermaidcrate I got this in one of the first boxes I purchased from them. I just can’t remember which Percy Jackson merch box it was. 😁
Percy and Annabeth’s underwater kiss. Mousepad from Mermaid Crate PH.
Anyway, I’ve been using this mousepad for a long time. But I had to trade it for one with a wrist support because my…
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I kinda wished that the great mouse detective would be adapted to the stage? Do you think that could work?
Ok, i had to think about this for a bit because my first thought was that it wouldn't work then i started thinking.
It could be really cool. You could have extremely oversized sets so everything felt like it was the size of mice. Even the theater could suddenly feel like the size of a mouse. The clock fight set could be a giant set of gears across the walls and floor that spin. You could use a lot of shadows to illustrate the size of 'real' human people.
You could have Toby the dog be a giant puppet the characters ride on.
The costumes could be similar to Cats in that you can have the ears and fluffy bangs and long mouse tails. and use similar makeup techniques to give them mouse faces.
You already have an amazing villain song that would be easily transferred to the stage. The music box could be an actual Ballerina.
You could sell mouse ears and noses as merch.
I think it could be a really cool stage musical and i'm honestly kinda sad it's not.
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Top 25 Items of 2023
Captain Carter's Shield
2. Big Ben Plush
3. Mickey Mouse Royal Guard Plush
4. Royal Guard Model figure
5. Royal Guard Toy
6. Battersea Power Station Model
7. Big Marbel with Marbel bag
8. London Mini Side Bag
9. Big Ben Notebook
10. Photo & Keyring photo of me and Mickey Mouse
11. Two Mini Hatsune Miku plushies,
12. Big Ben Guide book,
13. Titanosaur Plush and Plush keyring,
14. Babymetal Merchs,
15. Genshin Impact Merchs,
16. Postbox Postcard,
17. Mickey Mouse 100 Exhibition pin badge,
18. Royal Guard Knitten Plush,
19. London Underground seat cover central moquette,
20. Googse the Cat plush,
21. Postal Cat plush,
22.Toy from Toy Vending Machine,
23. Cat in a Box,
24. Disney 100 Exhibition Bottle Cover.
25. Case Bag trolley
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