#another one from letterkenny
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i know it’s quite literally still only february but none of the movies i’ve watched this year have Movie Of The Year potential it’s pathetic. like i don’t even think any of them could hold a candle to last year’s top ten. frankly.
#as for the Movie of February. i don’t even have one. divergent maybe. but that’s a cop out that was a rewatch#it’s just none of the new movies from this month have really been. that great.#like underwater was good but not Movie Of The Month good.#pride and prejudice and zombies was good but not really a defining movie at all.#frankly i’d rather define this month by a tv show because letterkenny has really been here for me where movies haven’t been#beth.txt#anyway. hope some good movies come my way soon#and i don’t mean GOOD movies. i mean life altering brain rewiring crazy insane movies.#yeah i could finally watch eeaao. but i know it’s not going to shift my brain chemistry is the thing#i need another spontaneous. another killer queen. another alex. i need something to be obsessed with fr
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ma'am the people want to hear your blocking thoughts it's not something i really paid attention to but then when you mentioned it I can see how that's part of what gives letterkenny it's letterkenny vibes? anyway THOUGHTS
omg SO. okay. I am not the best person to discuss this (i know very little about cinematography and the terms etc that should be used to talk about this) but i am happy to give my thoughts!
So the video that prompted this question is a great example of it,
Just the way that wayne, like, pops up from behind that wooden structure to say his line is hysterical. The screenshots don't do it justice
here are a couple more just from like, the first 2 episodes of the show.
Letterkenny tends to pose its cast in tableau, where everyone sits in the exact same position every time and their shots are very static--they have everyone run their dialogue/bit without much movement from the established positions. I think this is likely a product of this show starting out as an incredibly low budget youtube series that these guys were filming themselves. You would set up the camera to get everyone in the shot, do the scene, move the camera. But from the very beginning they're using these static shots as part of the humor of the series, by framing the characters in unexpected or unnatural ways. (A big favorite of the series is the shot that unexpectedly cuts off the character's face and tbh it cracks me up every time like look at these!)
Even early on, this sort of attention to detail added to the shows appeal. It's evolved over the seasons into its own visual language, that they've kept even as the show's budget increased.
I think it adds to the humor of the show, and it also helps establish the small town repetitiveness of it? Like every time they have a scene at the produce stand, the characters sit in their produce-stand-positions. It really drives home how they do the exact same things every day with the exact same people. The conversations vary, the setting is identical.
Now for an even more meta take on it, I think this stiff and unexpected framing/blocking is related to our stiff and unexpected protaganist. Wayne (jared keeso you're SO fucking funny) always stands the exact same way, he moves very abruptly from one specific pose to another, he always holds the telephone the exact same way, he has specific and repetitive motions he always does in the same order, he's our autistic king and he's the toughest guy in letterkenny! The framing and blocking mimic his body movements, making us view the whole show from his perspective, inside his world. It's so fun <3
look at that center framing wes anderson who?
#thank you for asking!#this was so fun to talk about!#im really not caught up on this show at all but it is SO much fun highly recommend to everyone#at this point just google a 'funniest episodes of' list and go crazy#or start from the beginning that works too <3#letterkenny
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Hey eve! Saw someone do this a while ago and thought it was a lovely idea: I thought I'd request a sequel of whatever fic you'd like! I love when you do sequels/series b/c then I have an excuse to reread MULTIPLE fics in a row like a mini novel :) Have a great day and I hope you get some ice cream (or whatever sweet treat of your choice) in your future! -aj (Also letterkenny is fantastic and always makes me think of these LADS)
Of course! Sequel to the end of this fic for the lovely AJ <3 Coops credit goes to @lumosinlove!
Sirius Black: Notorious Liar?
Black-Lupin Wedding…Faked? See Page 7 for Full Story.
Runaway Grooms of Pro Hockey!
Why the Lie, Cap? Speculation Around Sirius Black’s Supposed Gay Wedding.
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“You drive these poor people insane.”
Sirius tucked his feet beneath Remus’ thigh and cackled.
“They are running themselves in circles—”
“They are minding other people’s business,” Sirius interrupted, eyes glittering with maniacal glee. “And getting what was coming to them.”
Remus shook his head and turned back to his phone. “I can’t believe you.”
“Yes, you can.”
He refused to dignify that with a response. Sirius looked far too pleased with himself in Remus’ periphery already.
“Hey.”
Remus bit the inside of his cheek.
“Hey.” A toe poked his hamstring. “Yes, you can believe I would do this.”
What an utterly impossible man he had married.
“Re.” Sirius dragged himself upright and stretched his way into Remus’ lap—they toppled to the other side of the couch in an undignified lump. Despite Remus’ protests, his phone was plucked away and set aside so Sirius could make himself comfortable across his body. His eyes were bright and happy as he settled his chin on Remus’ sternum. “Say it.”
Remus arched a brow.
“Say you can believe I would lie to those very, very annoying people.”
“Your knee is digging into my thigh.”
Sirius squeezed his thighs together, effectively paralyzing Remus from the waist down, and kissed his chest. “I would make a great massage therapist. Now say it.”
Remus huffed.
“I think it’s funny,” Sirius continued, kissing the edge of his shirt. His mouth trailed over the faint slope of Remus’ collarbone in a lazy path. “I think I’m doing what everybody always wants to do. So, if you think about it, I’m being so brave and funny and you love me so much.”
Fuck, he really did. “You said ‘think’, like, seven times there.”
Sirius’ groan vibrated against his ribs; Remus laughed and pushed a hand through his hair. “You can’t give me this one thing?” Sirius complained. When Remus ran a thumb over his half-smile, he turned to kiss the pad. “I did this for us, you know.”
“That’s true.” Remus pretended to consider it, tipping his head back and forth on the couch cushions under Sirius’ soft attention. The thing was, it had been pretty fucking hilarious. He still wasn’t sure how Sirius managed to think up a real wedding venue on the spot like that, nor how he kept his (entirely fake) story straight for three and a half months. It was an impressive display of commitment to the bit, which was, of course, wildly attractive.
Sirius narrowed his eyes. “I know you. I know you thought it was funny.”
“…how many people fell for it, again?”
He loved how mischief looked on Sirius’ face. “Five media teams, thirty-four fans, and a news van.”
“Oh my god,” Remus laughed.
“There it is!” Sirius crowed, burrowing his arms further under Remus.
“A news van?”
Sirius’ grin was sweet-sharp, like spiked lemonade. “Ouais.”
“Talk about a wild goose chase.” Remus pinched the bridge of his nose as another laugh bubbled out of him. “God. I really should feel bad for them, but I so don’t.”
“They were nosy and rude.” Sirius’ mouth found the edge of his jaw. “They deserved it. Can you imagine how awful it would have been to have them there if I told the truth? News people? At our wedding?”
“…you were very brave and very funny.”
“And you love me so much.”
His chest felt pressurized, as if it had been stretched like a balloon beneath Sirius’ comfortable weight. Whatever filled it was light as air and twice as warm. Sirius went happily when he pulled him up to kiss his forehead. “I love you so much.”
“Moi aussi.” Sirius shifted and heaved a long, happy sigh. “Pour toujours.”
“You could do better,” Remus whispered through his smile. Sirius shook his head. Silk-satin ink slipped between his fingers. “No?”
“Non,” Sirius murmured back. “Not even a little.”
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Farmer and a Daryl
Daryl and the reader have some confessions to make.
Daryl x gn!reader (request from @scoutandtank , I really hope you like it!!)
Warnings: none
It was another hot summer day in Letterkenny and you were busy chorin’ as usual. You couldn’t wait to finish your work and reward yourself with an ice cold Puppers. As you finished cleaning out the chicken coop, you heard a car pull up into your farm’s driveway. You recognized the dilapidated van right away, your heart fluttering in your chest. As the van sputtered to a stop, you sauntered over.
“What’s a fine man like you doing out in a place like this?”
Daryl leaned with his arm rested on the now opened van door, a blush resting on his face (he convinced himself, though, that it was so hot outside that his skin was just naturally warming up).
“Y/n! I was just coming over to see if you wanted to go to MoDeans with me. And the boys. And Katy too, of course.”
You studied him closely. He seemed nervous to talk to you today. At least he was actually talking to you this time. Lately, Daryl had this weird habit of bouncing between nervousness, flirtation, and downright ignoring you when you were near each other. You couldn’t deny the hurt you felt when he chose not to talk to you because not only is he one of your closest friends, but you were really sweet on him. You tried asking Wayne, you interrogated Squirrely Dan, but none of the boys could explain his behavior and you were determined to find out why—one of these days.
Putting your hands in the back pockets of your shorts, you pretended to think over your decision.
“Hmm… I guess I could go for a Puppers… or I could stay home by myself with absolutely nothing to do… much to think about, Dary.” Shooting him a smile that he graciously returned, you ran over into the passenger seat of the van. As Daryl made his way into town, you reached over to turn on the air conditioner.
“Oh that doesn’t work. She’s an old van, but she gets the job done without all the fuss of modern technology.”
You felt like you were dying, you were so sweaty. You could only imagine how much of a mess you looked, and in front of Daryl no less. You were a bit embarrassed but too hot to care. You rolled the window down in hopes of catching a slight wind, which worked, to your surprise. Daryl, on the other hand, couldn’t help but notice the very attractive person sitting next to him, making him feel extremely shy. He was self conscious about his van, his looks, his life, and now this absolute gem of a human was in his car, sweat glistening on their face, making them look radiant, the radio playing a love song—it was all too much for him. He reluctantly tore his eyes from your body to keep steering the car on the road while you didn’t notice the war going on in your driver’s head and heart. As you pulled into the bar parking lot, you noticed Daryl got quiet and basically ran out of the car and into the establishment. Like before, you were confused, but maybe you were reading into things too much. You had no idea if Daryl returned your affections and it certainly didn’t seem that way right now. At the very least, you guys have been good friends for many years so you didn’t understand his sudden change in behavior. Sighing, you opened the van door. You really needed that drink now.
Inside, Gail bid you hello, followed by many innuendoes and dirty jokes, but none of it could lift your spirits at the moment. You spotted Daryl with the rest of the Hicks so you sat on an open stool next to Wayne.
“How goes it, Wayne?”
“Y/n, how are ya now?”
You studied the beer bottle gracing your hands and sighed.
“Truthfully, I could be better. Daryl’s been acting weird around me again. One moment we’re chatting it up, then he switches up and shuts down. Has he told you anything? Did I do something?”
Yeah you did something, thought Wayne, you stole Daryl’s heart and he’s completely head over heels in love with you! He talks about you all day long and he’s so ridiculously sweet on you that I’m getting a new cavity at the sound of your name.
“He hasn’t told me anything,” replied Wayne, taking another sip from his bottle, “but you might wanna ask Katy. She’s always, as you kids say, in the know.”
You nodded to him, bidding him adieu for now, and sought out Katy, who was at a table with the hockey boys.
“Y/n! How are you now?”
“I’m good Katy. How about yourself?”
“I’m great. Just enjoying the view,” she said while nodding her head in the general direction of the boys, earning a “right on!” and high fives between Jonesy and Reilly.
You gave them a quick smile and turned your attention back to brunette.
“I actually just had a quick question about Daryl. Do you mind if I take a seat?”
“You two. Scram!” The boys were immediately on their feet and scrambling to another table in the bar.
“What can I help you with?” she asked, smiling sweetly.
“To be honest, I’m not sure. I asked Wayne why Daryl is always so wishy washy around me, you know, cracking jokes one minute and the next totally quiet. It’s like, he knows it’s me that he’s talking to, and then he really looks at me and just… goes quiet. Wayne told me he didn’t know and to come ask you. So here I am.”
Katy started laughing.
“Oh my god. You’re serious? You don’t know?”
Okay, now you were finally getting somewhere.
“No, Katy, I have no idea. Please, you have to tell me.”
She took a deep breath after laughing so hard.
“This is seriously adorable. Y/n, he’s sweet on you. Like, insanely so. He gets all weird because you two are great friends and he doesn’t want his true feelings to show and freak you out. I’d give you more details but I think lover boy would rather tell you himself.” She tipped her bottle in the direction behind you and you turned to be face to face with Daryl himself, beet red.
“Can we, uh, can we go talk somewhere? Um, private? If that’s okay,” Daryl asked, keeping a close eye only on his shoes.
“Of course, Dary.”
When Daryl saw you walking over to talk to Katy after talking to Wayne, he knew he was in trouble.
“Wayne! You didn’t tell y/n about my feelings for them, right?”
“Of course not, Daryl. That’s business between a man and his lover. It’s not my job to kiss and tell or tell someone you wanna kiss ‘em.”
“Okay, but they’re going to Katy! Katy will definitely say something.”
Wayne sighed, took a quick swig of beer, and sighed again.
“Dary. You gotta take a chance in love sometimes. When you find someone as good as y/n, you don’t wanna lose them before you even get them. You know what I mean?”
He nodded and stood up, wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans.
“Alright. Thanks good buddy. Wish me luck.”
Now you found yourself back in the sweltering sun, staring at the man you loved, waiting for him to say something.
“Dary, it’s okay, it’s just me. You don’t have to worry about whatever it is you’re gonna say.”
“But that’s the thing!” he said suddenly, “you’re not just you, not to me. You are so wonderful, so kind, ridiculously attractive, hardworking and it’s hard to think that someone like you would ever return the feelings I have for you. I love you so much, beyond words, but I know that it’s selfish of me. You deserve so much more than broken down van, dirty coverall wearing, plain Daryl.”
He wouldn’t meet your gaze. Tenderly, you lifted his chin up with a soft touch. His eyes were getting watery and it broke your heart to hear that he thought of himself that way.
“Oh Dary.” You grabbed him into a tight hug, savoring the feeling of his hands resting on your back. When you two pulled apart, you kept a firm grip on his shoulders.
“Daryl. You are so much more than your clothes or your car and you are certainly not plain. You are the nicest man I have ever met. You are a person I can rely on at any given time. You’re funny, and so crazy handsome. I love you because you’re you. I wouldn’t take you any other way.”
All of sudden Daryl started giggling.
“Really y/n, you mean that? Like, really, really?”
You shook your head yes.
He exhaled a sigh of relief.
“Oh I was so nervous! I’m sorry I acted weird around you before. We would always have such a good time together but then I would really look at you, especially while you were laughing because your smile is outrageously cute, and I would think, man, whoever gets to see that smile every day is the luckiest man in this entire galaxy. And I would never think that man to be me but hopefully now it can be.”
“I would love nothing more than that. Actually, I would love one thing a little more,” you said, smiling coyly.
Daryl gave you a quizzical look, “Do continue.”
“I would love if you would finally kiss me after all these years.”
His eyes lit up.
“That’s a Texas size 10-4!”
#letterkenny x reader#Daryl x reader Letterkenny#dary x reader#letterkenny x y/n#letterkenny one shot
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"If they cheat, it's over. No exceptions."
[I was feeling sorta angsty. Quote from Letterkenny.]
It feels like ice in your veins. Your stomach felt like it dropped to the floor, your heart was beating rapidly which was frankly odd cause you swore you heard it break. Your phone is still in your hand and you aren't sure which is more shakey- your breathing or your hands. Probably both.
On the other side of the line there's an anxious pause. You don't know how much time has passed in the gap but the words that came prior are repeating on a spiteful loop in your head.
Ian's admission of guilt.
His betrayal of your trust.
The disregard for the relationship the two of you are in. Or were, rather.
You can almost hear him tearfully wringing the hem of his shirt. As if he had the right. You do hear him take in a shakey breath of his own. "...(Name)...? Are you okay?" Of course he knows you're still on the line based on your shallow breaths. You're walking a tightrope of keeping your composure as best you can but his question sends you careening over the line square into "fuck it" territory.
"Okay?! How...H-how could you even ask me that?" You burst and with that come the tears you'd tried so hard to keep at bay. "No, Ian--I'm not...just...how could you?" Distraught seeps into your voice, his name in your mouth suddenly feels like tar. Heart hammering in your ears, the outburst seems to have spurned you into action as you anxiously pace around the living room of your shared apartment.
The one he left.
He left you.
You'd been so supportive of his dreams and aspirations, sure it would have been difficult but you were willing to do the work to maintain it. You tried, asking for video calls or dates, sending cute check in texts, even a little home made care package that you'd saved money on to send. You pulled extra shifts in that candy coated froyo hell to make rent. And what did you get? A teary confession of cheating in the middle of the fucking night.
"I know! I know it was...it was so stupid of me, I know that I just...I mean, they don't mean anything to me. Not like you!" He's fumbling over his words, to do or say anything to try and smooth this over. Unsure what would work better; honesty or begging. But he's shit out of luck because you're uninterested in either.
A wry bark of a laugh, more of a scoff passes your lips almost immediately. "Fucking Christ, is that supposed to make me feel better?" There's another pause- you're unsure if he's too shocked to respond or not but you faintly hear rustling and a door click. There's a little more scrambling and a heavy exhale on the other line.
"...no, I mean...I know it doesn't make any of it any better." He's crying and trying to speak, though the guilt he feels is nothing compared to the wound Ian has given you. "I-I told you right away...I knew I fucked up." It was like getting punched, you didn't know if you wanted to scream or vomit.
Ian; the sweet, shy, sensitive boy you befriended as a kid. Who you'd walk to and from school with, have sleep overs and share snow days with. Ian, the boy you asked to the dance and spent the night swaying in his arms and gave your first kiss to. Ian, the man you moved into an apartment with- boxing up your things together and going decor shopping and dates with. Ian, the man who wanted to be an actor and performer so bad that even when it hurt- you supported that dream. And even when you gave him everything, even going to bat against his mom for him, it wasn't enough.
"...that sound just then...that was them leaving, wasn't it?"
"Wh-what?"
You sink into the cushions of your couch, wiping at your eyes with the sleeve of the hoody you're wearing only to realize it's his. So much of the things in this space were his. You awkwardly shrug out of it as fast as you can and toss it somewhere on the floor. You recline back in the cushions, a strange exhaustion settling over you as you rest a hand over your puffy eyes.
"You should probably go after them, Ian. Clearly they've got more fucks to give than I can currently afford." You sound so tired, the cycle of emotions from start to finish is giving you whiplash. Rage, Hurt, Betrayal, Exhaustion, Anxiety...the list goes on and on.
"(N-Name) wait, please...please don't-"
"Don't what, Ian?? Do you really think I'm just going to forgive you because you told me? Do you really think sorry is gonna cut it?" You snap, a scowl pulling at your tear stained features. "You cheated on me. That's all there is to it."
"But I can fix it, I can fix us just...please, (Name)..."
Shaking your head you can hear him give way to crying again, apologies coming out of him in waves, saying nearly anything to try and right the wrong, to appease you, to just keep you on the line a second longer... but you gave him so much of your time already, didn't you? And all of that for however fucking long it took for someone else to warm his bed or him crawl into theirs- you don't think you could handle the specifics.
"No, I don't think you can. Goodbye, Ian."
"(Name), no no no, wait-please I love you, I lov-."
Beep.
Silence.
Well...for like five seconds until your phone lights up again with his name and face illuminated on the screen. A goofy selfie the pair of you took together on a date at a street festival. You used to love that photo but now it just makes bile rise in your throat. You put your phone on the coffee table face down and drag your feet to bed where hours later your sobs give way to sleep.
Ian clutches his phone in his hands, desperately calling over and over and when he eventually settles on leaving voicemails. Between sobbing into your voicemail box and spewing pleas and apologies- his voice is hoarse and somehow the tears keep spilling. He falls back onto his bed that suddenly feels too cold and too big. He's got nobody but himself to blame. He fucked it all up, he fucked you up, but there's still the faint glimmer of hope that maybe...maybe you can forgive him. Maybe he can show you how much he loves you.
How he's going to do it, Ian himself has no ideas and his head is pounding too much piece a coherent plan together. He loved you too much not to try. Ian runs his hands through his long auburn tresses with a broken cry as his lips peel back another sob, fresh tears pouring down his cheeks. He should sleep, he should try to sleep, but he cant. His skin feels oily from what happened, his sheets wont sit right on his bed- touselled from what happened not long ago and he pushes himself up.
Shoulders slumped, Ian rips the blankets and sheets from his bed, pillows falling unceremoniously from their cases, one smeared with a tinge of makeup and he drags himself over to dump them into the washing machine. He uses too much detergent even though it won't unsully the sheets you were with him to pick out. After its to the shower, stripping out of his clothes and standing blankly, hollow, before water the water starts. His mind is flooded with memories, how you'd help wash his hair, the occasional bubble bath you'd share, when he'd pepper you with kisses...
Ian is alone, everything is worse now. The breakdown resumes until the water runs cold and he redresses in pajamas and sleeps on the couch.
#sunny day jack#sdj ian#sdj ian x reader#somethings wrong with sunny day jack#theres something wrong with sunny time jack#tswwsdj#swwsdj
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Matthew curls/slutty collarbone-appreciating anon again - BOSTON!!! Home of another rat king! My home! (Not living there at the moment, but I miss it so, if you’ve seen Letterkenny/that one episode with the two dudes from Newfoundland getting all melancholy and homesick when Newfoundland is mentioned, that is me rn. No hard feelings re: Ratthew et al. knocking out Boston, though, I was still cheering for my slutty rat boy in the final.) I hope you and all of the other scholars are having an excellent time! Are you attending/watching any games? Don’t know if the Bruins are home or away tho, I haven’t been to the Garden in years, it’s such a fun venue. Bummed the PWHL team won't be able to play there, but I get it, schedule's packed. (Much as I love Boston, I will readily admit that the fans are… eh. Basketball is probs the best of the bunch.)
Matthew is only escalating his slut phase and I am living for it, that French girl lounging, Matthew is not beating those submissive and breedable accusations (or at least the breedable ones, he’s down for a fight first, if someone wants to wrestle him down and sink their teeth into the back of his neck and hold him there he/I will not be opposed, you know.) And you know, in a post-trade Matthew/Leon scenario, what’s a rat boy to do when he’s surrounded by men who want to fuck him up/probably also fuck him, when his former ?? hookup/fuckbuddy/fuckenemy/boyfriend/baby daddy (????) is all the way in Edmonton, not flirt with them? And of course when you’re a bitchy tank who only gets to play his… whatever Ratthew is to him, best not to think about that, twice a year, you’re not gonna not seize the opportunity/nearest storage closet to chew him up a little. It’s just not done.
I am very here for this vampire AU and neck/throat appreciation/biting. I am also generally here for Matthew the problem child and/or Matthew the generally good and together child whose one moment of rebellion is bringing home a nightmare boyfriend and/or Matthew with daddy problems or at least an adrenaline/danger kink whose constitution is incapable of not goading hot vampire into trying to bite him. And hot vampires cannot be blamed, he is flashing an irresponsible amount of collarbone as is.
hello again anon! yay boston!! absolutely one of my favorite cities. i am home now and even though i love home i am missing it already. just a lovely place to spend a lovely long weekend with lovely friends (whom i also miss already 😭😭😭). i am, i'm sorry to tell you, anti-boston sports (me being an east coaster NOT from boston, i feel like this shouldn't be a surprise), but y'all do always seem have a handful of players i love anyway, and even i must admit fenway is one of the most fun ballparks i've ever been to. the bruins sadly were not in town, but we went to the bc vs. denver game on saturday, and on sunday we schlepped out to worcester for a railers game, and both of those were very fun 💞
but onto the more important topic: our beloved rat boy. a concept related to your original ask i am currently mulling over is one where they are Totally Just Frenemies Who Occasionally Sleep Together (they used to be rivals who occasionally slept together but leon is not going to call anyone who plays in florida a "rival") which means that matthew can fuck whoever he wants. and does. and tells leon all about it while they hook up, and for some reason comes out of these hookups looking like leon tried to eat him alive. perhaps he will need to invest in a tshirt that he hasn't mutilated so that he can talk to the media in the days afterward without showing off all the teeth-shaped bruises he seems to have acquired. surely this all means nothing. 🤷♀️🤷♀️🤷♀️
i have a couple of other asks about the vampire leon extended universe so i am going to save my thoughts about THAT for answering those so i can stick them all in their own tag 😅 thank yoooouuuu for the ask though!! 💖
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LETTERKENNY FINALE!!!!
No spoilers version: I am overall pleased.
Spoilers Version:
My ONE gripe is that Wayne didn't end up with Rosie. Like, I get they wanted to drive home that Stuck theme, and it was a good storyline, especially at clarifying Wayne's Whole Deal! I just don't think it had to come from her. And uh, having it end on him crushing on anoooother white blonde chick? After his black gf falls in love with a diverse coastal area? Not the GREATEST look.
I mean sure, we know these characters and their creators and that was 100% not the message they MEANT to give but uuuh. Still didn't look great! But also I just plain loved Rosie. Rosie x Wayne forever, it's open-ended, they get back together and have another litter of puppies next year, in my head.
Otherwise? Shit, all I wanted from the end was for Stewart to succeed at something, Gail to find a good guy, and Daryl to take a goddamn bath, get prettied up, and at LEAST ask Bonnie to dance.
AND THOSE THINGS ALL HAPPENED.
So yey.
I did a cry ;_;
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Lev!!! you cannot just post that masterpiece and dip. I cannot breathe. I'm grinning like a fucking baffon in my room and thank god it's sunday or else I sure would've call in sick. I'm not kidding. I have no self control and I would've read this at my workplace and God, I don't want to picture me squirming in my seat with a 60yr old woman sitting 2 feet away.
the way you write, smut or not, you include these tiny little details that people wouldn't notice, not even in real life, not even during that particular moment of ecstacy and somehow make it even more smuttier(?). it's never in and out with a grunt here and growl there with your works. it's a whole fucking experience and I have to have a mini freak out and mentally prepare myself before I read any of your work. your single fic is better than many published books I've read.
God, I would love to sit inside your brain and intercept every single one of your tho(ugh)t processes, analyze why you decided to put one particular word over another and such (also I was picturing Price on all fours until you mentioned that he was on his back. what's your thought process there?).
anyway, I'll rb your fic after I have an another proper meltdown so that I can get access to some coherent thoughts and the ability to string words together.
p.s:(I would very much like to deck that one editor that told me fanfic is not real writing and shove this masterpiece down their throat)
p.p.s: I get anxious when I send ask without anon ( don't know why) but I really wanted to send that pic cause that's what it looked like when you posted it.
p.p.p.s: (this is the last one promise) were you listening to purity ring when you wrote it? why that song? sorry for the long ass ask.
OMGGGGGGG for some reason, this does not show up on tumblr mobile - which is what I primarily use unless I'm posting a fic! So I am so so so sorry it took so long for me to reply!!
And AHHHHHH!! This is too much for me, honestly! You're way too nice about the rampant filth I write!!!! I had so many emotions reading this that I can't even begin to process ANY of them!! THANK YOU!!!
As for some of the questions posed:
With Price, I tried to be as true to his character (or the way I perceive his character) as I could be when I wrote this. I know it's just smut, and pegging smut at that!, but I like realism in whatever I read and since I usually write stuff that I like, I needed to include it. It had to make sense to me.
I don't think Price would do this with just anyone, but if he mentioned it - he wants it. He was fairly confident through the whole thing, whereas MC was freaking out. I liked the contrast between their characters.
I don't think he'd be inclined to be on his knees for the first time. It would be something he needs to build up to before he gives up that aspect of himself. This was already quite a heavy experience, and so. It just made sense to me that he'd be on his back, with MC over him so he can watch their expressions, and take in the experience as it flickers over their face.
It's also infinitely more intimate, which is what - in Price's head - was the goal?? Like, it was a hot moment, but it was also fostering more trust, and taking a deeper plunge into their relationship. It delves into this a bit more at the end when MC finally has a moment to step away from "JESUS I AM "BALLS" DEEP INSIDE CAP PRICE RIGHT NOW" and look at things with a wider perspective.
It also gives him a modicum of control as well. Which, I think is the basal aspect of his character.
That's quite wordy for what this fic is, OMG. That's sort of what I volleyed back and forth in my head before writing this one.
And I was listening to Purity Ring!!! I rediscovered them through Letterkenny and this song is quite intense to me. The lyrics are just so PERFECT. All of my fics have connecting songs to them that either set the tone when I was writing or explore a different facet of what I want to convey through the lyrics. Usually, it's just atmosphere, but for Fineshrine - it was both!
Ahh, I get so nervous when stuff gets so wordy!!!!! Sorry for the spiel!
This was such a lovely message, and I am so gutted I only found it now. Thank you so much! It genuinely baffles me when people take an interest in my thoughts behind the smut, but this absolutely made my entire week. I will not stop thinking about this - I just know it. AHHHHHH. You're way too sweet!!!!
#OMGGGGG#gonna cry#gonna need#at MINIMUM#5-10 business days to let this one sink in#captain john price
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S5e6 thoughts:
I love this one. I love the “subtlety” of Charlie bringing Sarah coffee then the not at all quiet conversation about whether he was able to get more sleep after she left (they’re fooling no one.) I love the teasing about the snake phobia-that-isn’t-a-phobia-except-it-is. I love the mental picture of them watching Raiders of the Lost Ark with Sarah’s head under a pillow on maybe one of their first “dates.” (That might make it into a fic someday.) Ugh and Charlie calling Sarah sexy right there in the lab? Perfect.
Okay enough gushing about Charah.
Seeing Squirrelly Dan from Letterkenny as RJ was another highlight for me. And of course Craig from Degrassi would be the bad guy.
Ahhh the start of Joe’s online dating arc. Joseph “Ladies’ Man” Donovan was fun.
Karma Poole my beloved.
I live for fourth wall breaks (Charlie talking about the “Hudson and Rex” board game with Sarah’s “you sure about that name?”)
Okay so honestly, (apparently I wasn’t done gushing about Charah) who did they think they were fooling all season? Any time they share that loveseat at the pub they’re practically in each other’s lap, and they’re basically both walking heart eyes emojis.
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Thank you so much for tagging me @acheemient!
last song: "Bathroom Dance" by Hildur Guðnadóttir from the Joker score
currently watching: now that I've finished s2, I'm filling my Shoresy-shaped hole by finally starting Letterkenny
three ships: Aziraphale/Crowley (ofc), Geralt/Jaskier, and #neverforget Eddie/Richie
favorite colour: tbh black but I'm also very partial to purple 💜
currently consuming: Covenant of Salt (thank you @thescholarlystrumpet)
first ship: okay, ngl I really thought about lying about this one but even though she's in the past, I want to be kind to my twelve year old self and not shame her. so, here I go: Good Charlotte slash fic (don't look at me like that)
relationship status: married to the cutest, kindest dude
last movie: The Outwaters, I was promised cosmic horror and I did not receive it. cool premise, real crappy execution
currently working on: GOSP exchange piece, another gift piece, GO Rocky Horror, and somewhere in between that, another installment of my love not given lightly 'verse
If y'all don't want to do this, feel free to ignore me: @gaiaseyes451, @kotias, @adverbian, @thescholarlystrumpet, and @the-oxrib-and-oyster
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Could you do a Wayne (letterkenny) with single parent or literally anything with Wayne 😂
Of course! Sorry this took so long, but I hope you like it. I’m gonna do some quick headcanons.
Wayne with a single parent significant other:
Okay, so we all know that Wayne is not big on kids, so when he finds out that you are a single parent he’s a little bit iffy.
But he thinks you’re really cool, so he’s not about to just end it before he really sees where you two could go.
Like the two of you are on your first date and it’s going really well and then you mention that you have a kid. And he kind of just hums for a minute as he looks at you.
You start to get a little nervous because now no one is saying anything and you think that you’ve probably scared him off. He wouldn’t be the first guy to turn and run at the mention of your kid.
But then he asks you how old they are and you breathe a sigh of relief and answer, happy that he hasn’t run away yet.
You guys go on a few more dates, but you’re still hesitant about introducing the two of them because you don’t want your kid to get too attached to him if he’s not gonna be around for a while.
Wayne totally gets it and he’s constantly reassuring you that you guys can go as slow as you want. Whenever you’re ready for the two to meet is your call.
It probably takes a good 2 or 3 months before you’re approaching the subject with him. The two of you are sitting on his couch and you haven’t been paying attention to the movie that’s on. You’ve been overthinking.
Wayne can tell, but he pretends that he can’t because he knows it’s best not to push you. So you sit there for another hour before you decide to ask him if he wants to meet your kid.
He says yes right away. He barely even looks away from the screen because he figured that was coming and he’s not shocked at all.
So you make plans to bring your child around the next day and you only feel a little bit nervous.
Wayne doesn’t feel nervous at all because while he might not be the biggest fan of kids, he’s not worried about being around them. Plus he thinks that if you’re cool then your kid is probably alright.
Tomorrow comes and you tell your kid that the two of you are heading over to a friend’s house to hang out for a bit. You vaguely hope that Wayne has finished his chorin’ and isn’t going to try to rope your kid into doing anything around the barn.
When you get to his house, Wayne is standing in the driveway with a baseball glove in one hand a baseball in the other. Your heart beats just a bit faster when you see him.
Your kid is in awe at Wayne’s property. The man smiles a bit when he notices and you feel your heartbeat pick up again.
Walking over, you introduce your kid to Wayne, calling him your friend, which doesn’t go unnoticed by Katy, who is sitting on the porch, watching the whole thing go down.
Wayne gets down to the kid’s level, says his hello and then asks if they want to toss the ball around with him. Your kid agrees immediately and Wayne hands them a glove.
You head over to the porch, greeting Katy as you lean on the banister and watch Wayne and your kid. The latter is talking excitedly while Wayne nods along, being careful not to throw the ball too hard.
Katy clears her throat, “Your friend, huh?” She wiggles her eyebrows and you swat your hand at her. She laughs before it’s quiet between the two of you.
“This is going better than I thought it would,” you say. And it’s true. Because your mind had concocted a million bad scenarios, but this is actually really nice.
Katy nods, “He’s good at this because he cares about you.” You don’t say anything, but your smile widens and you can feel heat creeping up the back of your neck.
Your kid turns and beckons you over. You run down and start throwing the ball with the two of them, laughing as Wayne misses a catch.
The three of you play for a bit longer before you decide to stop and have some lunch. Wayne has sandwiches already prepared and you have a sneaking suspicion that Katy had some hand in it. You still appreciate the effort though.
After you finish eating, Wayne gives your kid a tour of the barn and the field. Your kid loves every second of it. So does Wayne, but he’ll never say it out loud.
Once the tour concludes, you tell your kid that it’s time to go. They say thank you to Wayne and they start walking to the car. You take the moment to place a quick kiss on Wayne’s cheek, whispering your own thanks to him. He smiles as he nods and you head over to get your kid in the car and buckle their seatbelt.
As you’re buckling your seatbelt, your kid is nestled in their own seat, talking about how this was the best day ever and they can’t wait to hang out with your friend, Wayne, again.
And you look in the rear view mirror at Wayne standing and watching you drive away, smiling to yourself and thinking that there will definitely be more time spent with your very good friend.
#wayne letterkenny imagine#letterkenny imagine#letterkenny imagines#letterkenny headcanons#wayne letterkenny headcanons
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Sicktember #5
Prompt: Preventative Measures (Not Taken)
Fandom/OCs: Letterkenny (Wayne and Katy)
Words: 980
Sicknario inspo: Flu season sicknario A from this post.
Author’s comments/background: If you’ve never seen Letterkenny, I’d suggest checking out my other fics for the fandom where I explain the premise. I’ll forego that here since by now if you’re reading this, I assume you get the gist. Or just imagine hot farmers for the characters. That works too.
On another note, I wrote this in about an hour in one sitting, which is by far the fastest I’ve ever finished anything for this fandom, which as you might imagine is a pretty tricky on to write for, so that was a nice surprise.
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(Scene opens on WAYNE standing in front of the House in the snow with crossed arms, dressed for the outdoors in winter.)
WAYNE: Had to have a talk with Katy the other daaaaay…
(Scene changes to earlier in the month. KATY, dressed for skiing, comes into the Shop where WAYNE is working on a snowmobile.)
WAYNE: Katy, how are ya now?
KATY: Not so bad and you?
WAYNE: Not so bad. How was skiing with Bonnie McMurray?
KATY: Good. You know, Bonnie is going to get her flu shot tomorrow. They're free at the clinic.
WAYNE: That so?
KATY: Mhm, and I think I might go with her.
WAYNE: You ever had one of those flu shots before?
KATY: Well no.
WAYNE: Then why would you wanna do a thing like that? Seems to me I got enough holes in my body. I don't need a needle making another one.
KATY: Well I don't need to be getting the flu. Bonnie said McMurray her dad got it last year and he couldn't leave the couch for four or more days.
WAYNE: What's that got to do with you?
KATY: So I can't be lying on the couch for four or more days! I've got places to be and people to see.
WAYNE: Lying on the couch for four or more days sounds like a vacation, and a vacation sure as hell sounds better than having a needle stuck in your arm.
KATY: Sounds to me like you're afraid of needles.
WAYNE: Maybe so. But I've never gotten the flu shot before, and I've never been laid out sick on the couch for four or more days. So I reckon I'll take my chances with the flu this year, same as always.
KATY: Well I'm getting my shot with Bonnie McMurray tomorrow. And you might do yourself a favor and think about taking some preventative measures, too. I'd hate to see what you're like laid out with the flu.
WAYNE: Suit yourself. But I haven't prevented any measures my whole life and I'm not starting now.
(KATY rolls her eyes as she exits. WAYNE returns to his work.)
(Scene changes to a few days later. In the Kitchen, KATY is unloading groceries and putting them away, dressed only in a crop top and shorts. WAYNE, DAN, AND DARRYL enter, red from the cold and blowing on their hands.)
WAYNE: Jesus, Katy, it's winter. Put some f*ckin clothes on.
KATY: Not my forte.
WAYNE: Any coffee still hot?
KATY: No. You should try drinking orange juice instead of coffee once in a while, though. (She pours herself a glass of juice as she speaks.)
WAYNE: Feels like hell froze over out there right now and I want something hot, not a damn glass of juice. (He brushes past her to start a pot of coffee.)
DAN: I didn't knows youse was such a fan of orange juices, Miss Katy.
KATY: Orange juice has Vitamin C, and Vitamin C keeps you from getting sick. It's flu season, you can’t be too careful.
WAYNE: Now Katy, why are you so scared to get sick? It never bothered you any other year, and we've survived plenty of flu seasons so far.
KATY: I told you, I've got places to be and people to see. I can't afford to be sick.
DAN: Sounds likes youse has important things to sees to, Miss Katy. Did youse gets your free flu shots ats the clinics, this year?
KATY: As a matter of fact, I did, Squirrely Dan.
DARRYL: You know I heard everyone who gets the flu shot for the first time always gets the flu that year.
WAYNE: There ya go, see? I've never had a flu shot and I've never had the flu. Case closed.
KATY: Well I'm not taking the chance of being laid out on the couch for four or more days.
DAN: You're real concerned about your healths, Miss Katy. That's what I appreciates about you.
KATY: That's what you appreciate about me?
WAYNE: Take off about 20% there, Squirrely Dan.
KATY: And you all better wash your hands twice every time you come into this house until spring. I won't be getting sick even if any of you do.
WAYNE: Maybe if you put some f*ckin clothes on you wouldn't have to worry about getting sick.
KATY: I'll take my preventative measures and you take yours, big brother. (She exits.)
DARRYL: If we gotta wash our hands twice, does that mean we gotta wash our gloves too?
WAYNE: Shut the f*ck up, Darry.
(Scene changes to a few days later. KATY is lying under a blanket on the couch in the Living Room looking sick and sad. WAYNE enters carrying a streaming mug which he hands to KATY. She takes it, sitting up to drink. She is dressed in thick winter clothes.)
WAYNE: Anything else you need?
KATY: No. You can leave.
WAYNE: Least you finally put some f*ckin clothes on.
KATY: (Angry now, points offscreen) Go.
WAYNE: Aww, c’mon, Katy, don’t be mad. Maybe you’ll only be laid up on the couch for two or more days. And it’s blizzarding out there, so you can’t be going places and seeing people anyway.
KATY: (Still pointing) GO!
WAYNE: Alright, alright, I’ll go. Holler if you need anything else. I’ll be in the kitchen fixing dinner. Might even drink a glass of orange juice. It’s flu season, you know. Can’t be too careful.
KATY: You’ll need to be careful, all right. Just you wait until I’m better.
WAYNE: (Walking away) See you in four or more days, then.
(Scene changes back to the first setting, with WAYNE outside in the snow)
WAYNE: Just goes to show you never know what’ll happen when you’re preventing measures for flu season.
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An Old Tom Morris Day
Happy Sunday to everyone! Hope you have enjoyed time with your family and had a chance to go to church on this first Sunday of May! Thanks to technology, we were able to attend our church remotely although it was at 4:00p afternoon after we had another great day of golf!
We played the Old Tom Morris course at Rosapenna today. Rosapenna, as I mentioned in an earlier post is very similar to The Bandon Dunes Golf Complex in Oregon although with only three courses instead of five. The Old Tom Morris course is the oldest of the courses, founded in the late 1800′s by you guested it, - Old Tom Morris, a famous Irish countryman that is often sited as instrumental in bringing golf to Ireland.
The course has gone through a few redesigns since its beginning and proved to be a wonderfully designed course that was a little easier than the first four courses played. Wider fairways, lighter heather in most places and bunkers that were not quite as penal as some of the other courses. Of course, that didn’t keep me or Kim from finding plenty of trouble throughout Old Tom’s course!
The weather was really good today. Sunny, winds around 10-12 mph and temps in the mid 50′s. All the locals were in shirt sleeves but not the Bell’s. Our caddie Brendon was a likable young man that did everything he could to help us enjoy our play and straighten out our putting woes. We have been challenged with the different grasses on the different greens which make the speeds vary greatly from course to course. Also, the vast differences in the amount of undulation in the greens and the changing wind velocities have made our putting less than stellar!
After the round, we headed to the clubhouse bar that had a panoramic view of the courses that wind their way along the shoreline of the Atlantic. Had a pint of Guinness, talked our way through the round we just played and then headed back to our hotel to go to church:-)
We topped off the evening going into the small village of Downing. It’s located about a half of a mile from the resort. One unusual characteristic of the village is that all the houses are white! It’s quite a scenic little place as it has one small main street with several restaurants and then the houses of the village are built upon the hillside that runs up from the main street. They are small is size but have great views of the beach and the large bay that cuts its way into the town from the Atlantic Ocean.
We ate at the Goose and the Gander, a combination of Irish pub and restaurant. It was great food, dim lighting and very busy. The village’s outdoor activity fields were right across the street so the G&G was a convenient place for teams to gather for a pint after their games.
Tomorrow brings another day of golf for me and Kim is taking the day off and has a few calls scheduled for the afternoon. She is debating about driving to Letterkenny, a town 17 miles away, to go to the Duds & Suds to do a little laundry. Surprisingly, this beautiful resort we are staying in has NO laundry service for guests! She is reluctant to drive there because of the narrow roads and the fact she has never driven in Ireland. Will report back of her decision!
Stay tuned! gb
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First of all, just wanna say I absolutely adore the work you’re doing on YouTube. It’s so fucking good. You explain masculinity issues so well and witch such empathy. I fucking love it. As both an ace man and a hyper-empathetic and emotional one, my own relationship with masculinity has always been a very subversive one, but your videos help educate folks like me just as much as the folks who have bought into the toxic patriarchal gender norms assigned to boys and men.
Now for my question
What do you think are some of the most underrated examinations of masculinity?
There’s really popular ones like Breaking Bad and How to Train Your Dragon, but what’s a story that deals with masculinity really well that deserves more attention?
For me, I’d say RWBY. One of the major male characters starts out trying to be a heroic macho man but slowly learns to accept a role as support, and the entire show is very critical of the “Lone Hero making the hard choices” kind of thing we’re so used to and that’s usually very intertwined with male power fantasies
There’s even a character who becomes a villain because he’s so convinced he’s the Lone Hero who will Do What Needs To Be Done and he refuses to process his emotions or trauma, so he ends up being played like a violin.
That is so wonderful to hear, thank you so much for saying that! I love hearing from everyone about their perspectives, but it's especially motivating to hear from empathetic men who feel seen and empowered by the topics I tackle.
I also love this question, and I'm not gonna lie, I had to sit on it for a long while and think about my answer.
Speckle from Tuca and Bertie is one example who came to mind, though maybe that's a little too on-the-nose. The show obviously tackles a lot of oppositional sexism, and deals with some pretty heavy themes where patriarchal masculinity is concerned. I think Speckle is such a wildly important character specifically because he counters the negative representations of manhood by providing an example of a positive archetype. The fact that he isn't perfect helps in this representation. He's a regular person, he's flawed, he has his struggles, he misses the mark sometimes; but he acts from a place of love, he communicates his feelings, and he demonstrates a lot of emotional awareness and security. I think this deserves more focus because Tuca and Bertie has a lot of feminist themes, and it exemplifies the essential role that healthy masculinity and male expression plays in deconstructing patriarchy.
Another example that I think gets overlooked is the EMH from Voyager. He quite literally goes at odds with his programming, both by developing skills outside of it, and by being confronted with the way it can affect his behaviour when he doesn't want it to. I think there's a really helpful reading of masculinity to be found in this; the way a lot of expressions of what it is to be a healthy, well-rounded person mean confronting our "programming" and addressing when we don't have the skills (or subroutines, as it were) to accomplish our goals and meet social needs. I have a project planned for the future that uses him as an example of male grief in media, and I'm excited to get more into his character and what he represents on that front.
Lastly, Dr. Nerdlove has a fantastic video discussing the understated positive masculinity of two specific characters in Letterkenny that I adore, so I'll link that too in case you haven't seen it: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AS6B8zEssuU
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Daddy Dearest Daryl
Daryl and reader expand the fam!
Daryl x gn!reader (request from @scoutandtank , please enjoy!! <3)
Warnings: one instance of cussing
Being a parent was hard.
Your daughter was born three months ago and you and Daryl have never been happier. She was the cutest thing, having inherited Daryl’s deep blue eyes and your bright smile. She was the light of your lives and you’d do anything for her… but you just wished that whatever she needed right now at 2:33 in the morning could wait until daybreak. Her cries rang through your room like there was a five alarm fire and she was the 20 fire trucks that showed up to the call. Even with your home in the middle of a farm in the land of nowhere, you were surprised all of Letterkenny hasn’t knocked on your door asking you and your baby to keep the noise levels down. Sighing, you sat up and wiped the sleep from your eyes the best you could while simultaneously putting your feet into the slippers next to your bed.
“Shh, honey, I’m coming,” you told your daughter. As you went to the crib, you noticed she was already out of it and in Daryl’s arms as he tried consoling her. He was standing, trying to rock her back to sleep.
“Dary, I got it. You go back to sleep, you worked all day.”
Daryl furrowed his brow.
“What, and you didn’t work? I know for a fact that baby watching is serious business. I got her, you try and get some rest.”
You loved your daughter and you loved Daryl but you knew there was no way you could sleep with the crying. You and Daryl were now used to getting up at all hours of the night to feed your daughter or rock her to sleep, but tonight seemed especially difficult and you felt yourself getting a bit cranky.
“Dary. I’m already awake and I can’t sleep until she does. Go back to bed.”
“No way! I’m already up too. If you can’t sleep right now, why don’t we just stay up together?”
You shot him a look.
“Because that’s stupid.”
He shrugged the best he could with a wailing baby over his shoulder.
“Yeah, probably. I’ve been told I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed many times.”
You tried so hard to be mad at him but you just had to crack a smile. Daryl was a caring father and husband with a silly sense of humor which was just another reason on the long list of why you loved him.
“Fine then. Since we’re both doing this, I’m going to get her bottle,” you said, going to the kitchen and coming back into your bedroom with some milk. Daryl took it from you graciously and began to feed your baby. You didn’t know what washed over you, if it was the lack of sleep or what, but the sight of your husband and your child bonding together like that was too much for your emotions and you started crying. Daryl, ever so attentive, quickly guided you back to the bed to sit down. He had his crying daughter in his arms and sobbing partner sat next to him, he was feeling a type of tired that he didn’t know was humanely possible, and yet he was still so ridiculously happy that this little family was all his. As you calmed down, so did your baby. Daryl cautiously set her down in her crib as she finally began her descent back into dreamland.
“Let’s talk in the kitchen,” Daryl whispered, taking your hand gently in his and leading the way. You took your place at the dining table while Daryl made you your favorite hot drink. When he took his place next to you and laid a hand soothingly on your back, you felt yourself want to cry even more. You’d snapped at him, yet he’d gone out of his way to still treat you with kindness. You thanked the universe every day for giving you a man like him.
“You wanna talk about it?” he asked softly as to not wake your sleeping daughter.
“Not really, but I know I need to,” you said, resting your face in your hands. “I think I just got super overwhelmed. You know I love you and our daughter so much. It’s like, I know I’m a parent now, but sometimes it just hits me that it actually happened. I see the two people I love more than this entire world and I… I guess I’m just so grateful beyond words for the life I’ve been given that I burst into tears randomly. I’m also really, really fucking tired.”
Daryl wrapped you in a tight hug, resting his stubbled chin on the top of your head.
“I love you so much, y/n. We’re gonna get through the hard parts together, like we always do. You’re such a great partner and parent and there’s no one else I’d rather share a child with.” When you pulled apart from the hug, you two shared a tender kiss.
“I don’t have work tomorrow so how about I’m on baby duty while you get the day to try and catch up on rest a bit?” Daryl suggested, and you nodded sleepily in agreement. He continued on.
“So, now that we got that all sorted out, do you think we’re ready for our second kid?”
“Daryl, I swear to God—!”
#letterkenny x reader#daryl x reader letterkenny#dary x reader#letterkenny x y/n#letterkenny one shot
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im putting this here because im bored but anyway if anyone wants to see all the media ive ever consumed then go ahead >>
bolded and underlined interests are media i am in love with
just bolded interests are media i actually like
italicized interests are media that i dislike or don’t care about
and all the rest are media im indifferent about/dont remember well :)
GAMES:
ace attorney
alicia online
all the homestuck games
among us (lol)
ark:survival evolved
assassins creed (first 3 games)
creativerse
danganronpa
disco elysium
doki doki literature club
dont starve together
dragon age
fez
friday night funkin
hades
horse isle 2
howrse
jackbox games
minecraft
moonbase alpha
persona 4 and 5
portal 1 and 2
robot unicorn attack
scribblenauts
shelter 1 and 2
slime rancher
star stable online
stardew valley
subnautica
terraria (kinda)
the sims
the stanley parable
the witcher (1 so far)
undertale/deltarune
wobbledogs
BOOKS:
all for the game series
beast quest series
brothers lionheart
curious incident of the dog in the night time
carry on/wayward son/any way the wind blows series (rainbow rowell)
cinderella is dead
gentleman’s guide to vice and virtue
good omens
grishaverse
hitchhikers guide to the galaxy series
locked tomb series
lycanthropy and other chronic illnesses
narnia series
omniscient readers viewpoint
percy jackson series (minus the kane chronicles and the trials of apollo)
rainbow magic fairy series
sherlock holmes (assorted stories)
song of achilles
warrior cats (minus the latest two series)
wings of fire
witcher series
MOVIES:
https://letterboxd.com/eznii/films/ (my letterboxd account for literally every movie i remember watching, the ones with 5 stars are the ones i like the most)
SHOWS:
a series of unfortunate events
arrow
austin & ally
bbc ghosts
bbc sherlock
body of proof
bones
brooklyn 99 (acab)
bunk'd
castle
derry girls
dirk gently
doctor who
dog with a blog
elementary
euphoria
first kill
galavant
ghost whisperer
good luck charlie
good omens
h2o: just add water
hannah montana
hannibal
hbo betty
heartstopper
i am not okay with this
jessie
kickin' it
killing eve
kommissar rex
lab rats
letterkenny
leverage
leverage redemption
liv and maddie
lucifer
macgyver
mako mermaids
medium
merlin
my babysitter's a vampire
my cat from hell (lmaoo)
one day at a time
our flag means death
parks and recreation
prehistoric planet
powerless
pushing daisies
riverdale (only s1 tho)
schitts creek
sonny with a chance
squid game
stranger things
supernatural
taxi brooklyn
thats so raven
the addams family
the blacklist
the curious creations of christine mcconell
the flash
the good place
the mentalist
the suite life of zack and cody
the suite life on deck
the witcher
tuca and bertie
umbrella academy
what we do in the shadows
wizards of waverly place
zeke and luther
ANIMATED SHOWS:
6teen
adventure time
american dragon: jake long
arcane
avatar (the last airbender and legend of korra)
camp camp
carmen sandiego
centaurworld
clone high
danny phantom
daria
dreamworks dragons
family guy
fantastic four
futurama
gen:lock
gravity falls
harley quinn
hilda
infinity train
invader zim
johhny bravo
kick buttowski
kid vs kat
kim possible
kipo and the age of wonderbeasts
lolirock
love death and robots
miraculous ladybug
monkie kid
moomin
motorcity
my little pony (gen 4)
over the garden wall
owl house
phineas and ferb
randy cunningham: 9th grade ninja
rapunzels tangled adventures (not caught up yet)
rick and morty
rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles
rwby
samurai jack
she-ra and the princesses of power
sonic boom
south park
star vs the forces of evil
steven universe
supa strikas
teen titans
the dragon prince
the midnight gospel
total drama island
voltron: legendary defender
wander over yonder
ANIME:
aggretsuko
ajin
another
ao no exorcist
assassination classroom
banana fish
beastars
boku no hero academia
brand new animal
castlevania
cowboy bebop
danganronpa
darling in the franxx
deadman wonderland
death note
death parade
demon slayer
devilman crybaby
dr stone
fairy tail
flip flappers
fruits basket
full metal alchemist (brotherhood)
ghibli movies
ghost stories (english dub)
girls' last tour
great pretender
haibane renmei
haikyuu
hunter x hunter
interviews with monster girls
inuyasha
inuyashiki
jojos bizzare adventure
keep your hands off eizouken!
kill la kill
komi-san cant communicate
little witch academia
madoka magica
mirai nikki
miss kobayashi's dragon maid
mob psycho 100
neon genesis evangelion
no.6
no game no life (smh)
noragami
one punch man
ouran high school host club
parasyte
pop team epic
promare
puparia
re: zero
revolutionary girl utena
revue starlight
saint young men
school live
sk8 the infinity
so im a spider, so what?
soul eater
spy x family
steins; gate
sword art online (smh)
that time i got reincarnated as a slime
the disastrous life of saiki k
the promised neverland
toilet-bound hanako-kun
tokyo ghoul
toradora
violet evergarden
way of the househusband
wolf's rain
wonder egg priority
zombie land saga
PODCASTS:
alice isnt dead
archive 81
ars paradoxica
death by dying
dreamboy
girl in space
imbalance (taz)
kaleidotrope
king falls am
love and luck
marvel's wolverine
mbmbam
scp archives
stellar firma
the adventure zone
the bright sessions
the magnus archives
the orbiting human circus
the penumbra podcast
the strange case of starship iris
the two princes
time bombs
welcome to night vale
wolf 359
wooden overcoats
zero hours
COMICS:
17776
amaranth
avas demon
castle swimmer
fangs
heartstopper
homestuck
lore olympus
lovebot
muted
scoob and shag
YOUTUBE:
aphmau’s mc diaries
all the life series (3rd life, last life, double life)
brian david gilbert (+ his polygon series)
ena
freemans mind
gayle
half-life vr but the ai is self-aware
half-life: alyx but the gnome is alive
hermitcraft
monster factory
penny snapcube dubs
red vs blue (rooster teeth)
scp confinement
the gay and wondrous life of caleb gallo
the most popular girls in school
the walten files
MUSICALS:
a very potter musical
beetlejuice
dear evan hansen
firebringer
hamilton
heathers
the guy who didnt like musicals
MUSIC:
100 gecs
glass animals
idk how but they found me
lemon demon
lil nas x
marina
mother mother
my chemical romance
panic! at the disco
the hoosiers
they might be giants
twenty one pilots
weathers
UNRELATED INTERESTS:
astrology
dinosaurs
greek mythology
horses
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