#buying some hats in honour of them

[heresronnie21]

All I can think about is drawing trogs and looking back on it I don’t remember if they can be blue but the first time I read the tower of Nero I imagined them blue and it stuck they’re blue now

#what do you MEAN screech-bling isn’t blue #anyway I love the trogs #buying some hats in honour of them #naked trogs tw lmao #I would do a Meg and drink their lizard soup I bet it’s delightful #I WANT TO LIVE IN A GLOWY MUSHROOM CAVE #trials of apollo #the tower of nero #tsats #I guess #but I mean it in a ton way #I wish they’d referred to Apollo as lester-Apollo again I literally screeched the first time I read that #toa trogs #toa troglodytes #my art #ive only read ton once but i have restarted 2 times #i cant get myself to finish it its Too Much

[soobberries]

Dilf!Seonghwa

Edit: this is a repost from my old blog including the little description below and I decided to not change anything about it. The blog I tagged below doesn't seem to exist anymore. :( also lmao I already started working on a part 2 xD yay!

Guys ahsdgajha. Lmao please I need to provide background for this post. I read @atiny-thingz Dilf!Ateez post and lemme tell you, I screamed. It brought back the memory of this running joke my friends and I used to have in 11th grade about this really hot dad that everyone crushed on. So in honour of the post that inspired me and my real life experience, I decided I would write this.

It is only a headcanon/au thing, but let me know if I should perhaps do a part 2?

Edit: here's part 2

This is the first time I’m writing kinda suggestive content and I’m pretty new to it so go easy on me, but I would love some feedback. It’s only suggestive at the end though lol.

Warning: Despite this technically being based on a legal reader, since there is a somewhat large age-gap - thought I would clarify:

Please be aware that I do not condone any type of relationships between minors and adults, nor do I encourage the idea of being a homewrecker. This is all just fiction! So without further ado, let’s get started!

Genre: Doesn’t exactly have one but has elements of crack and is suggestive.

Age: This is written for a somewhat mature audience so please, no under 16s. Stay safe younglings <3

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Ah yes, another day, another random school fundraiser.

Your mom got you to look after one of her colleague’s daughter, Nila, for the week while they went on a business trip.

It was the middle of the week and, while this kid was adorable, you’d literally do anything else then go to this weird fundraiser on such a beautiful afternoon.

Oh well, duties are duties.

So as this cutie kid drags you along throughout the whole school, showing you all the stalls and requesting that you buy her some food before she has her ‘shift’, you can’t help but notice that there are only parents here. No other students, siblings - nothing.

A deep exasperated sigh left your mouth because you were here for a good three hours, and quite frankly, despite this little fundraiser having some talks you could attend, you really had no idea how you would busy yourself since the talks offered were a bit boring and you had to pay a large chunk to get a space. Bummer.

Anyway after sharing some mouth-watering cookies with the little girl she asks you to come with her to her stall where she and her peers would be selling cold drinks, and of course you couldn’t say no because this kid was actually a sweetheart and you had it nowhere in your heart to do such.

So obviously you proceed to accompany her there.

It’s a cute stall, and you smile at the youthful, yet ignorant excitement shining in the little girl’s eyes as she exchanges the ‘duty cap’ that one of her classmates had on just prior.

Oh if only they knew what a real job was like.

It wasn’t until after the other girls left, that you realised she was alone, causing you to enquire about her job, wondering if she’s working the shift by herself.

“No, don't worry! Yerim is also doing the job with me. I’m sure she’ll come soon. See? That’s why there’s two hats.” She said, gesturing towards the other cap on the counter.

You nodded quaintly and silently decided to wait with her until her friend came.

“Daddy! Look! Nila is working with me!” A shout came from behind you and a little girl came running to bear hug Nila, causing the both of them to burst into a fit of giggles.

You smiled at the pair and watched mindlessly as Nila got Yerim her hat.

“Oh? Are you looking after Nila?” A voice called out.

‘Oh boy, here we go. Time to get out the speaking to parents voice’

Those were your thoughts as you dreaded having to act somewhat proper so the snobby parents around you wouldn’t undermine you. You took a quick millisecond to gather yourself before turning to face th-

Holy shit.

A blessing.You’ve been blessed. You can die happily now.

This man’s smile-

It’s shining. Blinding you and you do not care, he can have your eyesight.

Cue the slo-mo scene in the movies where everything looks ethereal and suddenly you picture him taking your hand, giving you flowers, and asking the same thing he just did in a softer more seductive tone.

AHaha but it’s not a movie so get yourself together you thirsty piece of flesh.

“Uh yeah, I am, her mom is away on business.” You said smiling, dying inside at the realisation that today was the day you decided to wear such a boring outfit.

Oof pain.

“Oh? I don’t recall Shannon saying she was going away,” He said furrowing his eyebrows, before staring at you,

YO SHIT IS HE CHECKING YOU OUT? HE’S CHECKING YOU OUT FOR SURE.

“nor that she would be leaving such a cute babysitter in her place.” He chuckles nonchalantly.

How is he so calm after saying that like it’s nothing??? Tf???

Fine, two can play this game sir.

“Well she didn’t tell me she was acquainted with such an attractive man either.”

That wasn’t the strongest comeback but like you're nervous okay?

He smiled at the remark, seemingly about to say something, only to be interrupted by his darling daughter.

“Daddy you have to buy something ya know!”

He let out a chuckle that you could only describe as handsome.

“Mhhmm! You too y/n” Nila said toward you with such bright eyes you couldn’t bother saying no. [as mentioned earlier, this cute kid has you weak.]

“Hmm okay you two, since you're all grown up, tell us the prices of your drinks.” You say egging the two girls on, to the man beside you’s amusement.

As the two little girls hurriedly tried to find the price list and decide who’s speaking first, Mr. handsome man turned to you.

“I like that name, Y/n,” He reached out his hand in front of him, “I’m Seonghwa. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Hehehehehehehe play it cool.

Daintely placing your hand in his and gently giving him a small squeeze as you do so, you let out:

“The pleasure is all mine.”

The two of you end up buying water bottles, him insisting that he pays for you so the girls have less to work out in terms of prices (apparently)

You greeted the girls, leaving them to attend to their shift, and discovered that Seonghwa was going to be here a while as well, in which the two of you concluded it would be a good idea to talk off the hours rather than wandering around alone.

You both wander around (a little awkwardly in silence mind you) until you find a table made to look like a wine barrel for a rustic vibe with two high chairs beside it. It matched the theme of this area which was made to be like an expensive barnhouse.

Now lemme tell you, water ain’t as classy as wine but that didn’t stop Seonghwa from calling over one of the workers serving cocktails, and asking for two empty wine glasses.

He then elegantly poured the water into both wine glasses.

“I suppose it’s too early to be drinking but never too early to stay hydrated in a classy way.” He said.

LMAO this guy has dad humour or very dry, dead humour.

You let out a genuine giggle since that was such a dorky thing to say.

“My peers would probably disagree with you as most of them pop out a beer by 9:05.”

“Yes of course, around your age, you don’t quite have the same responsibilities as I do.”

“Oh? Such as working and taking care of a kid? Because it would appear that I have to worry about that too” You replied cheekily even though you probably know he’s living a bit more of a tiring life by the way he spoke.

He let out a heavy sigh which you didn’t expect after your poor attempt of making the convo entertaining.

“Well yes that may be true, but at least you aren’t dealing with a toxic relationship - Only staying and sucking it up for the sake of your child.”

Oh. well that’s quite the share.

“I’m sorry to hear you're dealing with some hardships.” You utter out, genuinely sympathetic.

“But in my opinion, regardless of the child, you should make a decision that makes you happy. You can raise Yerim with no issue even when separated. Rather that, than letting her grow up in an unhappy home, no..? Then again what do I know?” You say while spinning the water in your glass as if it really was wine.

He paused while circling his pointer finger around the rim of his glass. His head resting on his other hand, seemingly in deep thought.

He looked towards you with an intense gaze. One that made you feel small and had your body urging you to run away. But it also captivated you, so you fought your body and held your breath instead to calm down the intimidation you were feeling.

His whole aura changed for some reason...

“You’re not wrong in what you're saying,” he leaned over the barrel, a little closer to you, “But what if the decision that makes me happy is looked down upon?” He said lowly, looking you up and down once again.

This shouldn’t make you nervous. In fact nothing could be considered remotely inappropriate and yet your breath was hitching and your stomach was churning.

Why? Why is this random man making you feel, for lack of better words, so weird.

Bad brain! Bad!

You must be looking too much into his words to think he could be insinuating something...right?

You wanted to back up a little, and lean away from him, feeling as though you needed to gather yourself, but as you leaned back the wine glass full of water was knocked over, splaying it’s contents over you.

The glass was saved, thankfully landing on some grass, protecting your wallet from a potential bill from the school or whoever owned this damned glass.

Your clothes and dignity however?

Can’t really say the same thing…

You stand up immediately picking up the glass and placing it on the table.

Only then do you tense up at the sudden coldness against your skin.

“Oh dear, are you alright, should I get you some paper towels or maybe a napkin?” Seonghwa stood up immediately at your side.

Even though this was painfully embarrassing and the looks you were getting from others didn’t help, you wanted to play it cool.

“No, no, don’t worry. I should’ve been more careful.”

You decided to look inside the little bag you had brought with you, trying to see if you have any sort of tissues with you.

What an awful day to be wearing a shirt that becomes somewhat transparent when wet…

As you're searching, you fail to realise just how transparent the shirt is, obliviously just trying to find an easy solution.

You may have been oblivious, but Seonghwa was not. He couldn’t help the large gulp he took as he saw the shirt stick to your skin, basically exposing anything underneath for everyone to see.

He had a few intrusive thoughts but he shook them off, instead, taking his jacket and placing it over you.

“What are-”

He takes your arm in his grasp and your bag in his other hand, leading you away from some of the snobby parents who had the audacity to still be looking at you in disgust because of your now ‘revealing’ shirt.

We don’t stan those parents alright?

Anyway he knows this school well and so he leads you towards a much more empty area and opens a door to what you’d assume is to be a guest restroom since it looked pretty fancy compared to the normal trashy bathrooms you see in highschools.

He placed your bag down onto the sink and locked the door behind him.

It wasn’t as small as a cubicle, but it was still a very small space to be in, not leaving much room to move around too much.

“Sorry, I just thought it would be more convenient if you cleaned and tried to dry up here.”

Oh? Well yeah this works you guess…

Then you see the mirror.

Cue heat rising to your cheeks and your breath hitching a little.

Oh that’s why he thought it would be a good idea…

Bro your torso is on display. Like, deadass.

Mental note: don’t wear white shirts and be a clumsy dumbass simultaneously in the future.

As you’re staring in the mirror in a small state of shock and further embarrassment, Seonghwa mindlessly grabs the towel next to the sink in the small cubicle, and tugs up your shirt a little bit so that he can place the towel on top of the wet mark a bit more easily.

Haha what?

It’s only when he notices that you’re extremely still, that he realises he shouldn’t just be wiping down a stranger’s shirt for them…

He immediately comes to a halt, while awkwardly glancing at you with the same slightly panicked expression that you held on your own face.

However, Seonghwa realised that, your face, flushed out a little, is frustratingly endearing to look at.

He almost felt the urge to just cradle your face in his hands right then and there...Maybe pulling you in closer

Mr. Park NO!

He shakes his thoughts away, immediately apologising, slowly retracting his arm.

But you know what your dumbass did?

Held his arm in place.

Yup.

You don’t know why, but it’s like your brain was straight out malfunctioning.

Body, actions, thoughts, rationality - all of it was not communicating with each other and you couldn’t logically explain your actions.

It just felt like maybe you should keep him there and let him take care of you, no matter how strange that may seem. It seemed right…

Either way this is just awkward and now there’s just so, so much tension.

The air is literally weighing on you a bit, especially since Seonghwa went silent after you instinctively grabbed his arm.

It was still, silent, and it felt as though if you moved, reality would break into pieces.

Dramatic way to explain the situation? Maybe. But it really did feel close to that.

“I uh...It’s okay. You can continue.” You let out shakily.

BRO WHAT ARE YOU SAYING OH MY GOSH. HE’S GOING TO THINK YOU’RE CRAZY.

I’m literally getting second hand embarrassment lmao, moving on.

He just adjusted his throat and gave a quaint nod before continuing what he was doing.

The issue was that now he was hyper focused on trying to not make any direct contact with your skin. His touches are so light, that it’s obviously ineffective, and you and him both know that, but no one wants to say anything.

He’s keeping his eyes glued to the wet patch on your shirt and as you look hopelessly at the soggy thing, you can’t help but let your eyes wander to his arms.

Holy shit his arms. You were already flustered, and now you have to sit still knowing his arms look so good? No way. It’s over for you.

His biceps bulged a little since it was bent, and the dress shirt he was wearing tightened around it, only accentuating how firm he was.

If he’s just that firm on his arms...Imagine what he’s like everywhere else…

Great… Now your feeling heat rush to more areas than just your cheeks.

Look away Y/n. Look away. Literally anywhere but there.

Ah yes, look at the ceiling.

You bit at your lip nervously, and in hopes that it would be a gentle reminder to restrain yourself from looking over at him.

“Can you-”

Your eyes meet his, and he darts his eyes elsewhere almost immediately.

He straightens himself up, letting go of your shirt and placing that hand now on the towel.

“Can you not bite your lip like that..?” He steals a glance at you before sighing.

“Ahem...Please.”

His ears are definitely a shade of pink and it doesn’t go unnoticed by you.

Honestly you couldn’t help but feel a bit prideful and more confident knowing that you weren’t the only one being flustered here.

You felt like you could breathe a little now.

Maybe your brain did a 180 a bit too quickly, since now you decided to lean closer to him, ensuring that your head popped up within his eye view, which was predominantly the floor at the moment.

You tilted your head tauntingly.

“Why? Does it make you nervous?” You said with a playful undertone in your voice - the seemingly newfound confidence urging you on in your antics.

He let out a scoff, turning his head to the side in disbelief before turning his head to look at you with his eyebrows raised, ready to challenge you.

He now leaned closer, clearly asserting a dominant aura with a small smirk graced on his face.

“Trust me, if I wanted to see you wet, this situation would be a lot different.”

Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit

That was unexpected.

No you won’t back down. You’ve been flustered too much today and you’re tired.

Game face: on.

There’s no time to let the wet shirt of yours get the best of you. It is now no longer your priority in this moment.

[A/N: let’s go Y/N, show ‘em what you got]

You saunter close to him, pushing your hands on his chest causing him to lean back into the wall.

“Is that so?” You chuckle, reaching for his tie, tugging at it a little, before busying yourself with tightening it and making it look a little neater.

“And in what ways, would that situation be different?” you uttered out in the most seductive voice you could muster.

You held back a smirk as his breath audibly hitched.

He found his hand, crawling to grip your hip. Pulling you a bit closer towards him - bodies just touching.

“Well for starters, you wouldn’t have a shirt that would be able to get wet in the first place.”

You flattened out the tie, coming to a halt, taking time to gaze at him.

“Oh? And why’s that?” You said lowly, acting dumb.

His grip tightened around your hip, finally pulling you into his chest.

The slight dampening of his shirt didn’t bother him as much as his urge to touch you more did.

“Because, Y/n,” He spoke, leaning in so that you could now feel his breath fan your lips,

“In an ideal situation, you and I would both be naked.”

#〘manga; writing✎ᝰ〙 #ateez #ateez seonghwa #ateez scenarios #ateez au #ateez fanfic #ateez drabbles #ateez reactions #ateez smut

[gotafewtricks]

dear my new fav kiri writer,

if you saw the le sserafim collab (kiri's hot, fite me), you know that romance dynamic where it's like idol x fan but the idol is the fan's bff and the fan (who has big crush on idol to the point they buy ONLY merch of them) has no clue said idol is their friend (and the idol's real struggle of "do i tell them i'm idol or i just watch them be an absolute dork at simping me") lmao

if you can pull it out of a hat, i'll love that lol

★ I'm (maybe) fearless

Really? I'm pretty honoured. I wrote like, two sentences with her and you already like my interpretation of Kiriko? Honoured <33 Anyways, YES, mhm—I have seen that! I've been meaning to play around with this dynamic, anyways :3

I could see Kiriko as a popular singer and dancer; though, I could also see her as a YouTube personality as well. I'll settle with a singing Kiri for now :3

As a vocalist, Kiriko had to work her way up to the top. It was rather difficult having to hide all of that at first; knowing damn well how it would affect her life outside of the showbiz. Scheduling was something she'd worry herself to death over; knowing that her easygoing personality wouldn't fair well with having to keep up with dates, knowing the promises she's made to her friends back home, and her fans.

Being a close friend of Kiriko was such a rewarding experience—you knew how determined she was at her job, with clearing out the yakuza scum of Kanezaka. You'd worry about her often, with how it may even take her a few days, to weeks, or even a month to get back in touch with you. You understood that those were times where she was busy with the Hashimoto; as it wasn't just tiring, exhuasting local work. She has explained to you about their, the Hashimoto's, extensive relations with other criminal organizations around Japan.

Though, what you didn't understand, was that Kiriko wasn't just occupied with beating up some petty criminals in her absence.

As much as she hates to lie, she knows that she cannot be visible as a pop star. Not only she would become a much bigger target, she already keeps her work more on the downlow with the Hashimoto—and, even then, she is recognized as one of the heroines of Kanezaka. Alongside with the reputation of her mom being a formidable foe with the blade, and her dad being a known weapons-maker... it makes the girl's head hurt having to process what'll happen.

You were a huge fan of Kiriko's idol persona—really, really huge. Photocards upon photocards would be decorated with cute stickers, slid inside holographic heart sleeves to add to your ever-more growing collection. It'd embarrass you if you actually tallied the amount of money you've spent.

You were there at the beginning of her career, finding her randomly by chance whilst refreshing your recommended feed. Taking a listen to a few songs she was cast in, and you were automatically hooked. Either it was just her energy, voice, looks... everything about her was just something, someone rather, that you could find some ultimate comfort it.

Although, you were not on the verge of it being a disturbing obsession—as you were rather worried about your favourite idol. You'd understand if she had to post something about taking a brief hiatus, as you'd imagine yourself being so, so exhausted being in such a position. There was just something so relatable with her that makes you connect all the better to her—she just really felt real.

Often times, many people would put up a fake smile; a façade, in front of fans that only like them because of a shared attribute. Either just appearance or that "Ah, yeah, you sound good!" aesthetic, you were glad that you saw the girl on stage and acting like herself. There was such an energy would would always be commented on in interviews that the idol would have, and you always wondered how she was always so energetic.

Maybe she was an incredible actor, you'd muse.

The thing you hated most, though, was not being able to watch any of the videos as soon as they'd drop. You knew to not disturb Kiriko by messaging her during important missions, but you can't help but send her some screencaps of some really adorable pictures of your favourite idol, now, can you? Kiriko would laugh whenever you'd complain about how she always has to go out whenever there were tours going on.

Kiriko, at first, would be extremely flattered. She does have a crush on you, and has had one for a while, but she didn't want to ever complicate things.

Seeing you gush about her idol career, and how you related so much to this celebrity—and how you loved literally everything about her, Kiriko couldn't help but feel just oh-so flustered over... "Heh, wow... my crush likes me?"

There was something that Kiriko did take notice of, and it was with how you phrased everything that she did appreciate. Not just the compliments, and even if you did just praise and praise her vocal talent, perfomances, and looks—there was something that Kiriko did enjoy listening about, and it was how you really felt, in comparison. Because, all-in-all, Kiriko loves her fans. Every single one of them.

If she could sign autographs all day, if she could talk to everyone at a meet-and-greet, if she could spend hours and hours rambling at panels and conventions—oh, she would. She adores how she was able to build up such a community, and how it thrives off of interaction. Not just from her, but how everyone else is just so supportive. It really makes her feel like she is doing so much more for not only just the town of Kanezaka, and not just for Japan—but for the countless, countless others out there in the world.

There was something special, though, with being best friends with a fan.

You'd talk to her about a new single release, talking about what your interpretation of the song was. You could easily tell that it was experimental, as the lyrics were not written by her herself—rather, someone else. Her phrasing would have more wordplay—her cadence would've been more casual and loose, to reflect on her more teasing, playful nature she likes to exhibit on-stage. You'd explain, with stars in your eyes, about all of those little details you've noticed.

Kiriko would nod along, affirmingly so. It's not like she's had to be in the studio, recording for hours and hours at a time to get the perfect take—having the mixers work at the vocals and instrumentals.

It took Kiriko a long while to think about this, but she finally did come up with a way to express her view, and to finally fess up to you.

Kiriko wasn't one to lie, as it made her feel dirty. Obviously, she does have a trouble-making stream to her name—running around the streets of her hometown whilst trying to get to the bakery first-thing was something she'd always get motherly chided for. As with her career, she felt like she really had to tell someone. It wasn't illegal for her to be an influencer, but it felt like she was lying to her best friend—lying to you.

She didn't know how you'd react. There was a surprising amount of comfort she did feel whenever you'd talk about her idol persona, considering you didn't blindly just love the music and her looks—rather, her personality, and how real and tangible she felt. How she was able to make such a committed, compelling fanbase that you were proud to be apart of, and to contribute to it. With everyone else having nothing but praise for the young rising star, Kiriko would be a bit scared at the fact of someone only liking her just due to a shallow reputation.

Though, over the course of this life, she felt both fulfilled in not only receiving the love of many others; but giving it all back in her work. Either with her songs, or some pest (Hashimoto) control, she's in debt to all of her fans. She really couldn't thank them enough.

As her heart drew heavy, the worries increasing everyday, she just might as well spit it out. With your concluded reasoning, Kiriko thought that you'd understand why she had to keep it a secret—obviously—and not go around telling anyone else. She knows about the industry, and how celebs with lovers are treated, so she just needs to be careful—teetering across those rules.

Whilst the two of you were together out at night, hanging out behind the arcade—per usual—you offered Kiriko one of your earbuds. It was playing one of her songs, and you were bopping your head to the rhythm; whispering the lyrics to yourself.

"Do you want to know something?" Kiriko would then ask, and she immediately felt her heart thump. Just being close to you already makes her feel so, so anxious; it felt as if she wasn't a pop star, and wasn't an expertly-trained ninja—just a little schoolgirl again.

With a hum, you'd turn your attention to her, adjusting your position on the ground to be more comfortable. With your legs in the right spot, you then settled down. "Yes? I'm sorry, this song is so good."

With a laugh, Kiriko would reassure you that it's okay. God, how she loved just seeing you so happy, and with how she was able to leave such a positive imprint on you with her hard work—it felt as if you were her world. Her everything.

"Eh, don't worry." Kiriko's little chuckle was contagious, as you smiled as she gestured her hand towards you. "There's something really funny about this track, actually. I'd be surprised if you didn't already know it; you nerd."

You two then continued on with your banter, and then you listened to what Kiriko had to say about the song. After a moment, the chorus came on, and then Kiriko started to explain her thoughts out—her voice in that tender tone, reserved for the ones closest to her.

"The lyrics were actually written for someone in particular. There's a theory floating around that it's for this idol, or for this other person but..." She'd then laugh, tucking her hair behind her ears. "Pay more attention to the words. You're smart; you can figure it out."

The chorus was then explaining about the singer's love for their best friend, and with how everything matched up so perfectly—the vocalist musing about past childhood memories, talking about certain interests, and explaining their want to fully express yourself... you blushed. You looked up at Kiriko, she was wearing a smirk, and then down at your phone at the song currently being played. You didn't want to just assume it was you, as you didn't want to embarrass yourself, but-

"I dunno if you know their name or not, but they do look awfully a lot like you. Maybe I should make the two of you meet, huh?"

#overwatch x reader #ow x reader #kiriko x reader #kiriko kamori x reader #idol kiriko #kiriko yamagami x reader #x reader #gn!reader #gender neutral reader #kiriko x gender neutral reader #req #reqs open

[hostdoozy]

A funny detail about Cloak & Swaggart

A common misconception spread around regarding the episode "Cloak & Swaggart" is that Rupert is the theft when in actuality- he's isn't. While Rupert is definitely not above such petty actions like thievery. In this case, he's very much innocent.

-OKAY OKAY PUT YOUR TOMATEOS DOWN! I KNOW HE'S BRITISH! Stop booing at me! BUT YOUR HONOUR! My client is innocent of this specific instance.

(Read more below)

In "Cloak and Swaggart" our favourite Girlboss duo go out partying after Splinter and his boys are off "camping". They are having the time of their lives, simply gals being pals.Yet something disastrous happens on girl's night leading to being the driving force of today's misadventure. Sunita's Brooch is stolen by a mysterious assailant. We know the thief of identity is unknown by judging the shape of their hand.

One could argue that this was an animation decision made by the team to make the twist a little more fun but this makes no sense from a narrative standpoint. Mr Loose Lips can't be the thief because A) look at his hands B) He isn't a Yokai or a mutant- he's never seen dawning a brooch indicating he may have an alternative form. Rupert can't be the thief because The Pigman has an alibi. This alibi is confirmed by Mr loose lips himself.

"Look kid, my clients suspect a certain level of discretion. Yea' think I'm just gonna tell yea that the brooch was bought by some big guy with a thick neck and an upturned nose an' paper hat, on his way to channel 6 ln a late-model charcoal grey stretch limousine?" If Rupert was the theft, then why would he bother showing up to Mr loose lips in the first place? it makes no sense. Even if we were to entertain the idea that this was a commission's work- it still wouldn't make sense. Rupert Swaggert in this regard, is innocent. He had no clue that the brooch belonged to someone else upon buying it. Keep in mind, that the British bastard had never met April or Suntia before this.

This makes the Episode even MORE funnier when you look through his lenses.

He can return to his old career which he suddenly lost due to his mutation. He finally found the means to take back his old life but within ONE DAY- Rupert was harassed by two teenagers, whom he had never met before EVER in his life. (then nearly got eaten by some yanks) From his perspective: He got robbed by some teens- for no reason

Before I close this off. I worry that some folks take away from the post is me shifting the blame onto April and Suntia which... no, I'm not. They're well within their right to take back a family heirloom which belongs to Sunita. besides They're TEENAGERS. Do you think April gonna go over to a known dangerous mutant and be like "Ermm, can we have that brooch back? " OF COURSE NOT. don't be insane. These girls deserve a crown.

What I'm doing is pointing out the hilarity of this scenario. We are all familiar with who Rupert is. He's an oversized porky jackass that has no problem committing extreme acts for his own benefit. We are SO used to his shittiness that putting "stealing from teenage girls" on his list of crimes wouldn't be out of the question. The only thing is... he didn't commit that here. Dude tried to get his old job back only to have some teenager mess with his life again. he never met them and to his knowledge, the Brooch was something he purchased.

So the Verdict?

Rupert is innocent in regards to Suntia's stolen brooch

As for everything else? all his other crimes? Guilty. Put this man away your honour.

case closed

#character analysis #Rottmnt #rottmnt april #april o'neil #rottmnt sunita #rise of the tmnt #rupert swaggert #cloak & swaggert #Suntia #i feel like i might get shit for this somehow but FUCK IT #ITS FUNNY #Meat sweats #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #unpause rise of the tmnt #unpause rottmnt #unpause rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles

[assortedvillainvault]

As a more light and fluffy request, I would love your perspective on Hades, Captain Hook, and the Horned Kings flirting styles <3

Beeeeeeeee this is so cute I can't 🥰

Bring on the fluff I'm blushing as I write this, hope you enjoy!

Flirting Styles for:

Hades

Babble. Just absolute babble.

Hades's excitement at the prospect of spending even a minute in your company expresses itself in an unruly pink tinted flame and verbal word spout. Do the words even make sense? No. Is he laughing at his own jokes and experiencing Instant Regret at not thinking this through? Oh, yes.

He can't exactly do flowers ok?! And people react weird to gems and precious metals being used instead (he does Not want a repeat of being thought to buy peoples company, especially not you.) He can make things from smoke but they aren't permanent -

He can learn your favourite places (yay, stalking? Uh-) or try and get you somewhere romantic, but is it romantic of him to basically coerce you there?? Titans Help Him he's overthinking this.

If by now you're not scared off then he *might* be able to get his head screwed on enough to actually try flirting properly.

Puns. Puns and touch. Aphrodite smite him if you can't gel with the corny baseline of his personality this is a lost cause -

Oh - oh - you're laughing? At him? With him? You're not moving away? Is that a blush?!?

HA he's still got it! C'mon babe, let's keep it coming~

Captain Hook

I'm sorry did you ask for the most gentlemanly gent to ever gentle in your presence?

Dashing, charming, chivalrous - hand kisses and acts of service abound.

Do you need an escort? Of course you do- let him accompany you! SMEE! Get the bags!

So many terms of endearment - 'my dear' being chief among them.

He's going to bow and whisk off his hat every time he sees you, this dramatic bastard.

He would try letters and poetry but honestly none would make it out if his cabin as he feels it's doesn't convey his feelings enough. If you ever find the stash hidden away in his desk you're going to get one hell of a blush and one very panic striken Hook.

WILL defend your honour, start swordfights in the streets just to show off his skill and wink at you mid combat.

Hand holding/physical affection is the next level up ok, that's when it gets serious.

The Horned King

What IS flirting??

What do you mean standing ominously in a room with his crush isn't communicating his feelings??

Very tempted just to kidnap you and call it a day.

He's observant and very good at blending in with the background. He will remember practically everything you've ever said or done, and call upon that knowledge to - hesitantly - start a conversation.

The King's love language is quality time. Simply spending time with you is enough for him, which makes moving things along a bit more uncertain.

Like Hades, flowers and greenery wilt in his presence, and he's well aware of what he looks like so he refrains from initiating touch.

He couldn't stand seeing the disgust on your face if he tried

Will offer to torture or kill your enemies if you have any. If not then well he's stumped.

This man does what he wants when he wants. A clear sign of his respect and interest is that he will abide by your boundaries as if they were laws. Those that don't do the same in his presence will receive broken bones at minimum.

Will teach the gwythents that you are off limits. Oh you, you want to pet the gwythents? Give him a month and you'll be riding them.

Once he has some confidence that this is indeed, mutual interest, he becomes much more verbal.

He's another one to use 'my dear', though you may find him slipping into ancient Welsh when he thinks you can't hear him.

If you express interest, will offer to teach you said ancient Welsh.

Now he's in deep.

#thalassa responds #disney villains #x reader #aaaaaaaaaaaaa this was so stinking cute thank you so much Bee! #thank you for requesting my lich with your mens as well #hope you like this! #the horned king #captain hook #hades

[damnedtreasure]

please do say some more about your favorite sweater patterns i recently learned how to do cables and boy am i excited for the possibilities that the future holds now

Ooooh! So many possibilities! Cables are so satisfying, especially the patterns that look impossible to follow that really are much simpler than they look.

Okay, so! I got a bit carried away looking through patterns, as I always do, but! Here's a whole bunch of pretty patterns I've either made myself or have had my eye on for ages. I'll start with the sweaters, because that is what you actually asked, and then move to the honourable mentions that aren't actually sweaters.

So for your classic aran sweater, the Moby Sweater Man by PetiteKnits is delightful; it's a dk weight pattern, so it's a little thinner and lighter weight than a true aran sweater, but the cable pattern is fantastic.

The Handsome Chris Pullover by Caryn Shaffer was reverse engineered from the sweater Chris Evans wears in Knives Out, and I'm so glad someone beat me to figuring out this pattern so I didn't have to.

Now, if you're just learning or wrapping your mind around cables, I recommend the Antler by TinCanKnits. (I can never recommend their stuff enough) Their patterns are fantastic, always, and very beginner friendly. There's also a free hat version, so that you can see how you like your yarn with the cable pattern, or see if you like the cable pattern at all before you lock yourself into buying sweater quantities of yarn.

Also by Tin Can Knits, and we're diverging from the classic aran sweater fully by now, but Hush is a really interesting design.

Quick aside to say that the pattern that got me loving cables is the Travelling Cables Handwarmers by Purl Soho, and if you're looking for a sort of one-step-past-beginner pattern, those are fun. They also are a good example of how cables really tighten a garment up, not dissimilar to how ribbing does.

The Seaway Pullover by Ozetta is a really good example of using cabling for texturing, which gives it a really interesting look.

I've been wanting to make the Wool + Honey by Andrea Mowry for ages now... it's not really what you think of when you think cables but look at it...... it's so pretty......

The Field Sweater by Camilla Vad is another one I've been eyeing for ages, same as the Wool + Honey. I just need to make it for someone sweaterworthy someday.

Honourable mentions time because I can't help myself:

The Ranger Cowl by Michael Vloedman is so very perfect for renfaire or DnD vibes.

Glimfeather by Sunidesus Knits is a shawl that I just know is the warmest thing in the world, and one day I will own twenty of them.

All of these are ravelry links purely because that's the database I use primarily, but most of these designers have their own sites as well if you prefer that. I do love ravelry though, and using the filters in the advanced pattern search can be so very useful and also so very tempting due to how many pretty patterns there are.

Best of luck on your cabling journeys!

#pattern recommendation #knitting #sweater pattern #mostly tagging so i can find this if i need to later despite.... not having orgamisation tags for years now oops #but yeah! there are so many gorgeous patterns and in theory i should be pricing this yarn because i am in fact at work but also. #finding patterns for people is kinda a part of my job! technically! and also its been so slow because its finally nice out and fewer people #are coming in to buy yarn

[inspector-montoya-fox]

let me hop onto this kinda underrated but definitely outdated post for a minute and ask: did Dr Michael PhD know about Clockwerk? it's not like i want the owl to be the ultimate catalyst in Sly's life - he was the end-all be-all for two games, it was time to move on for sure - but at the same time murdering an entire lineage of raccoons isn't um something you stumble upon everyday ?

i know how enticing it can be to want to connect all the dots when writing sequels and i'm so happy SP didn't pull a Roman Bridger told Billy Loomis to become Ghostface with Clockwerk and Dr Michael. actually, when you think about it, Sly 3 resists the urge to bring up Clockwerk in any way, which is very respectable. the way the game connects to the other two is through the aftermath of ClockLa (which is hardly mentioned) and returning villains as new gang members. if we removed those from the equation, Sly 3 could be a standalone entry. it's a very refreshing game after, again, two games that centre around Clockwerk and his subsequent resurrection but it's also a bit jarring to think that he is barely (or not at all?) mentioned during a game that involves two characters who worked for him as well as one who used his own tail feathers. at times it feels like the game is deliberately going out of its way to tiptoe around the subject.

personally, Honour Among Thieves left a lot to be desired, especially as the final episode not only of the game but of the series. more specifically, i love Dr Michael's conversation with Bentley so much but i feel like it was too little too late. i get that it acted as a climax for the 'Bentley wants to step out of Sly's shadow' storyline but the conversation gave birth to so many huge implications that it felt like we were just then getting to the juicy bits. why does Dr Michael have such vitriol for ConnEr Cooper? what happened between the gang members? was ConnEr truly a piece of shit or is it all Dr Michael's perspective? did every Cooper have a Bentley and Murray figure in their life?

whereas the player got to know Neyla through her various appearances throughout Sly 2, Dr Michael's character development is put on pause due to the fact that Sly 3's episodes aren't interconnected via the common thread of "a gang of villains". as a result, many questions arise in the final episode and never get answered. one of them being: what's his connection to Clockwerk? as highlighted in the paragraph above, there are other questions that are easily prioritised over this one because they are pointed at during the conversation with Bentley. that being said, it feels a bit bizarre for Dr Michael to not even bring up Clockwerk once. when he first sees Sly he thinks it's ConnEr, which raises the question 'does he even know about Clockwerk murdering ConnEr in the first place?' that's definitely one possibility. the gang dispersed and when ConnEr settled down as a family man, that's when Clockwerk came into the picture. ok! probable scenario...

... but idk i'm not really buying it. i don't want to be the tin foil hat girlie and i'm truly not, like in terms of narrative logic it makes total sense. but from a consistency standpoint, how can you create a character that is actually portrayed as more of an omnipresent, all-powerful entity, the literal embodiment of evil, to then just have him go *poof* ? Clockwerk is the stain on the Cooper legacy, the Cooper killer and Dr Michael, who prides himself on hating ConnEr so much, has no idea who he is? the evil scientist who is infatuated with the Coopers and creates animal hybrids doesn't know about the owl robot that survives on Cooper hate? mama what are the odds. again, i'm against trying to unnecessarily connect all the dots, but even a mention would suffice. cutscene appearance even. like what if Dr Michael acted as this Judas figure who approached Clockwerk post gang breakup and spilled on how to track down ConnEr or some sort of secret? it would also help flesh out Clockwerk's character posthumously, which i find so clever. this is something discussed on the new episode of Safehouse Chats btw (shameless plug-in sis), where we debate whether or not Clockwerk benefits from being shrouded in total mystery. as for my initial question? i think Dr Michael bottomed for Clockwerk. block me

#the Scream reference is the actual bottom behaviour here #sly cooper #what if Le Paradox was actually Dr M's son. that would also help flesh out Miss Decibel's character very nicely #god help me

[cirrus-ghoulette]

The Honour

Word Count: 2,526

Rating: General Audiences

Characters: Terzo, Copia, mentions of Dew and Omega

Tags: Injection CW, Terzo and Copia aren't related, also this is not Copiiia, it's Just Two Guys, Trans Copia and Trans Terzo

Summary: When Copia gets cold feet during his first ever testosterone shot, he requires Terzo's assistance and guidance to help him through it.

"Papa?" 

It was late at night. Terzo had been in his office all day, planning the new tour and working out the budget for it. It was going to cost the Ministry a pretty penny, and Terzo couldn't leave his office until he'd knocked a few thousand off the price. 

"Papa." 

A gentle knock at the door. 

Terzo sighed heavily. He rubbed the bridge of his nose, then capped his pen. He technically wasn't in his consultancy hours, but if a sibling needed his assistance this late at night, he'd help them. "Si, come in." He droned, the weight of the day feeling heavy on his shoulders. 

Slowly, the door creaked open. Instead of the black habit that Terzo had expected, he instead saw a flash of red as they stepped into the room. A Cardinal? Terzo sighed, then uncapped his pen again and went back to scribbling down expenses, knowing that it couldn't be too bad if it was a Cardinal coming to talk to him. Probably wanting to discuss a new sermon or to ask for some money to buy something the ghouls wanted. 

"How can I help, Cardinale?" Terzo asked, not looking up from his work. If they slept in the bus that night instead of getting a hotel, it would be just over five hundred dollars cheaper. 

"Ehhh…" The cardinal in question was stood in the doorframe. He'd taken off his biretta and was shyly holding it against his chest. "Papa Terzo?" 

"I am a very busy man, Cardinale. What can I do to help?" Terzo sighed. He checked his watch. Half past midnight. Satanas. "It is late." 

"Si, si, my apologies." The cardinal wrung his hat in his hands anxiously. "May I sit, your Eminence?"

"Of course." Terzo struck out a line in his work and wrote it out again. "Please, sit." With his right hand, he gestured to one of the two thick leather swivel chairs across from his own seat. "Something is the matter?" 

"Ehhh… Yes." The Cardinal sat down in one of the seats, the leather creaking loudly under him as he got comfortable. He tried not to squirm as Terzo's eyes flicked up to look him over for a quick second, before going back to his work. "It is… Unconventional. To say the least." 

"Oh?" Terzo sat back in his seat, an eyebrow raised as he finally looked over the other man. He twiddled his pen between his fingers as he spoke. "Le mie scuse, what is your name again? It has passed my mind." 

"Copia, sir." The cardinal cleared his throat. "Cardinal Copia."

"Please, Cardinale." Terzo capped his pen again and tucked it away in its box. "We are alone here. Call me Terzo." 

Copia seemed to squirm again at that. He didn't like the concept of calling the dark pope by his first name. Satanas, he was like a little weasel, Terzo's brain supplied.

"If you are sure." Copia said quietly. "And please, refer to me as Copia. Or- or, eh. Angelo is my first name." 

"Angelo Copia. An interesting name. How can I assist you, Copia?" Terzo tipped his head to the side like a confused ghoul. "Is it Ministry related, or personal?" 

"Personal, personal." Copia was running his fingers along the wing of his biretta, staring at it as he spoke. The fabric on the vein of the wing was worn, as if this was a gesture of comfort that he often did when anxious. "Eh, medical, almost. I suppose." 

Terzo hummed. He rubbed his eyes tiredly and leaned back in his chair. "I suppose that the infirmary would be the best to go for that. I think that my ghoul, Omega, is on shift tonight. He is a wonderful medic." He knew Omega was on shift because he'd be going back to an empty bed, which really annoyed him.

"No, no, no." Copia grimaced. "Yes, I know of Omega. He is lovely. A very gentle ghoul for his size." 

"Mmmm…" Terzo rolled his head on his shoulders and sighed happily. "Si, he is."

"To continue on, eh… The medical issue…" Copia sighed. "I have been prescribed testosterone. By the infirmary. I am to take it once every two weeks." 

Terzo nodded slowly, one brow raised. He just let Copia talk. 

"But I… I was given all of the equipment to take the testosterone at-" He checked his watch quickly. "Six o'clock this evening. After my duties had been completed for the day." 

"And it is now midnight and you still haven't taken it?" Terzo supplied. Copia nodded. "I see. You have a fear of needles?" 

"I… Ahhh… Kind of? I did not realise how hard it would be to inject myself until I was faced with the task." Copia admitted, a frown on his face. He was still rubbing over the wing of his biretta with his thumb. 

"And you come to me for assistance?" Terzo hummed, resting his cheek on one fist. "Why me?" 

"Omega said that you had experience with injections, that I should go to you for assistance if needed." 

Thanks, Omega. 

"Si, I do. Where is your kit?" Terzo pulled open one of his desk drawers and took out a small bottle of hand sanitiser (Dew had crossed out the wording and put 'hand Sataniser' instead). "Since it is your first one, I will assist you. After that, you will talk with the infirmary about changing to gel or pills, yes? Something that you are more comfortable with using." 

"Of course, Terzo." Copia said. It felt strange on his tongue, to say Terzo without a 'Papa' in front of it. "My apologies." 

"Do not apologise. You will learn about what works for you and what doesn't work for you." He said, scrubbing the Sataniser over his hands. "I will repeat, where is your kit? Your needles?" 

"Ah, back at my rooms." Copia stood quickly. He didn't want Terzo in his quarters. It was a pitiful state in there, with his rats living in more lavish quarters than him. "I'll go and get it and bring it back."

"Thank you." Terzo said dismissively, then waved Copia off, watching as the Cardinal bumbled out of the room. 

Almost ten minutes later, the Cardinal returned. He'd changed into a pair of jogging bottoms and a matching hoodie, both in cardinal red. He brought with him a small black bag, one Terzo recognised as a standard Ministry issue bag for carrying this sort of thing. Terzo's own supply was kept in a metal case, which kept the needles and vials safer while travelling. 

Terzo himself had changed too. He had removed his robes and changed into a white button down and black slacks. He'd washed his hands properly and had donned a pair of black medical gloves. 

"Come, come, sit." Terzo patted his desk. Copia gave him a strange look in response. "You are up higher that way than if you were sitting in a chair. It is easier for me." He explained, clearing a space on the desk in front of his own seat. 

Cautiously, Copia approached the desk and hopped up onto it. His legs slotted between Terzo's where he sat in his desk chair. "Thank you for doing this." 

"Ah, shush, it is nothing. It's an honour to give you your first shot." Terzo took the bag from Copia and unzipped it, looking through the contents. "Have you decided where you would like the first shot?" 

"Omega said-" 

"Omega hasn't given himself this injection before." Terzo cut in. "I would suggest your thigh, or your stomach." He then chuckled. "Even your ass, maybe." 

"I think I will stick with thigh." Copia frowned. That had been his plan in the first place. He didn't like his stomach, and he'd be damned if he was showing the dark pope his backside. "Is that good?" 

"Si, si, I go for thigh normally. Sometimes my stomach if I need some variety." Terzo said, reading over the scrawled instructions in the top of the bag. "Trousers down to your knees, please." He said absentmindedly as he read over the dosage. 

Copia paused, wondering if this had been a bad idea. When he didn't move to pull down his trousers, Terzo looked up from the instructions with a disapproving expression. Copia quickly pulled down his joggers to his knees after that. 

The room was quiet, save for the steady ticking of a monstrance clock above the hearth, as Terzo read over the instructions. He'd been taking T for years, but he wanted to ensure that Copia was to take it the same way he did. 

Eventually, Terzo nodded approvingly. "Alright. I'm going to touch your thigh. I need to look for a bit that is meaty. The thicker the area, the less it will sting, got it?" 

"Got it." Copia echoed, staring at the Papa as the man gently palpated his thigh. He tried to focus on anything else, instead of the embarrassment of being a fully grown man and not being able to inject himself. He closed his eyes and started reciting sermons in his head in the hopes that it would distract him. 

Eventually, Terzo decided on the side of Copia's left thigh. He squished it between his fingers a few times, then nodded to himself and grabbed an alcohol wipe. He ripped open the sachet, wiping all over the area. "Firstly, you make sure it is clean, where you are wiping. I tend to shower before my shots, so that it is clean, and so that I am also relaxed." He explained. 

Copia nodded, staring directly at the wall behind Terzo's chair. He couldn't meet his eyes like this. "Shower beforehand." He noted. 

"Mhmm. Then you get a needle, and you uncap it." Terzo said as he did the actions, even though he could see that Copia wasn't looking at him. "Uncap the bottle of testosterone. Look." 

Copia looked down at Terzo. He was holding the vial of testosterone in one hand and the syringe in the other. Fuck, that was a long needle. Shit. 

"Pull back the plunger in the needle to the same amount as your dosage. One millilitre, in our case." Terzo pulled the plunger back. He could see Copia just staring at the needle. "Do not worry. You will barely feel it." 

"It's big." Copia murmured absently. 

"It just looks big. It's not bad. Omega has been kind to you and has given you a smaller one." He took another alcohol pad and wiped the top of the vial of testosterone. "Wipe. We do not want dust or any nasties injected into your system, no?" 

"No." He whispered. 

"No." Terzo repeated. "Needle, in the top. It will go straight through. Now, that air you have put in the needle, you push into the bottle." He pressed down on the plunger. "Like so. You are watching, si? Not getting in your head about the needle size?" 

"No, Papa." Copia mumbled. "I am watching. You press out the air." 

"Good, good. Bottle- upside down. And you draw the fluid into the needle. One millilitre, where that little one is, you see."

"I see, I see." Copia nodded. He ran a hand through his hair anxiously. The more Terzo dragged it out, the worse he felt. He knew Terzo was just trying to help, but it meant that he was spending ages just waving this absolutely huge needle around. 

"Stop worrying, it will be over before you know it." Terzo chuckled. He withdrew the needle from the vial and placed the bottle to the side. He then flicked the side of the syringe. "Do you see the bubbles?" He held it up to Copia's eyeline. "Those are bad. We do not want bubbles. That is air, and your body will not appreciate you injecting those." 

"It will cause an embolism." Copia supplied, to which Terzo nodded with a small smile. 

"You have been doing your research, huh? Good." He chuckled. He pressed down on the plunger slowly until a droplet of the fluid appeared at the point of the needle. "See, this is good. No more bubbles. Now we are ready." 

"Fuck." Copia breathed shakily. He was visibly sweating, a slightly horrified look on his face.

"It is scary, yes. Especially your first time." Terzo murmured, finding the patch of skin that he'd settled in earlier. "But just think of the positives that this will bring too. You will grow more body hair, your shape will change, your voice will deepen… It is worth it, fratello." 

"I'm ready." Copia said, though the crack in his voice and the tremble in his hands betrayed him. "Please. Do what you must." 

"Ah, so dramatic." Terzo laughed, pinching the skin of Copia's thigh in his hand again. "Sharp scratch. Three, two, one." 

The needle plunged in. 

Instantly, Copia gasped, his eyes widening as he stared down at the injection sight. "Merde!" 

"Shush, shush." Terzo drew the plunger back slightly, checked for blood, then pressed the plunger down all the way at a steady pace. "See? You are doing well! Nearly done, now." 

"Bastardo, quel cazzo fa male!" Copia growled, losing his grip on his second language as he breathed shakily through the pinch. "Fa sempre così male?" He almost whined. 

"You are just thinking that it hurts that much because you have worked yourself up." Terzo pulled the needle out slowly and capped it. "Honestly. When you are more experienced, it will feel like nothing more than a little pinch because you are not overthinking it." 

Terzo placed the syringe in the bin, making a mental note to dispose of it properly once Copia was gone, then reached into his desk drawer for bandaids. He sighed heavily. 

"My little shits of ghouls think they are funny." He muttered. His usual bandaids were missing, but they had been replaced. "Do you want, eh… Hello Kitty, or… I think this is Barbie?" He was going to kill his ghouls. Slowly. 

"Er…" Copia stared at the two boxes. Neither of those two options were good. "I will take the cat. It is not as if anyone is going to see, anyways." 

Terzo opened the box of Hello Kitty bandaids and pulled out a circular plaster with the titular character's face on it. He then carefully stuck it over the injection site on Copia's thigh and gave his knee a pat. "Congratulations, Angelo." 

"Thank you." Copia murmured softly. He stood, pulling his jogging bottoms back up. "I am… Truly very appreciative. Not many people would agree to assist a man with his first T shot." 

"Ah, well… It is an honour to assist you with it." Terzo said, peeling off his gloves and placing them in the bin. Then, he packed the vial back into the bag and gave it to Copia. "Until you get placed on the gel or the pills, if ever you feel the need for some assistance with your injections again, you know where to find me." 

"Yes, Papa. Thank you." Copia grabbed the bag and made sure that he hadn't left anything on the desk, before making his way to the door. "Thank you again, Papa. Goodnight." 

"No need to thank me. Goodnight, Cardinale. Rest well." 

#ghost #ghost band #ghost bc #papa emeritus #my works #headcanons #headcanon #Bun writes fics #Copia #Terzo #Cardinal copia #Papa terzo #Trans Copia #Trans copia

[cazzyf1]

"The party had broken up and I was on my way to catch a plane at Milan Airport. Mike and Peter were supposed to be helping me: Mike by carrying my luggage, Peter as an interpreter. Some fellow demanded 1,750 lire and when I asked what for he replied in English: 'For the bus'. Mike and Peter thought this very funny and suggested that I take up his offer. This was the bus that transported passengers from Milan to the airport. After inspecting the bus I told the man that I would buy it but that I must have a receipt. Peter translated all this to him, or, at any rate I thought he had done so. The man appeared puzzled by my request, but, after further discussion with Peter agreed, and allowed him to write out in English: 'I hereby acknowledge receipt of 1,750 lire being the sum demanded for the purchase of Lancia bus registration number.... He then signed his name across an Italian stamp. I gave him the money; he gave me the receipt; and then, to his great surprise, I got into the bus and drove off while he ran down the street after me.

I made two circuits of the square near Milan Cathedral and attempted a third only to discover that the police had set up a road block. I stopped, and an excited policeman jumped up on the step by the bus's sliding door and demanded entry. I moved the lever which opened the door and prepared to receive my first passenger only to find that he was pointing a revolver at me. I moved the lever again causing the door to close on the hand that was holding the revolver. I then removed the revolver and released the hand. This gesture caused much excitement amongst the crowd that had gathered, and something akin to anger in the police. One of them was rash enough to try and climb in by an open window at the rear end of the bus and I had to push him out. He lost his hat and, when I put it on, after closing the window, the crowd appeared to become more excited and the police more angry. They tried to pull the door open, but since it was both opened and closed hydraulically they were merely wasting energy.

A rather important policeman arrived and after a short discussion with Mike and Peter he approached the bus and surveyed me appraisingly. I acknowledged his stare by raising my hat in friendly greeting; unfortunately he was not amused. He returned to Mike and Peter for further discussion and then approached again accompanied by both of them. Mike jumped up and indicated that I should open the door, which I did. 'Pack it up Duncan,' he said, 'You've gone far enough. For heaven's sake tell the old gaffer the joke's over'. Reason began to dilute the alcohol and I was conscious of qualms and minor tremors of anxiety. "Talk yourself out of this one Duncan, I said to myself.

The captain was charming. 'Signor 'Amilton, he said through the gap in the door. 'Be good. It is enough. Surrender. It must not go on'.

'But it's my bus.' I tried hard to sound injured. 'It is my bus.' He shook his head. 'No, no, no. It is not your bus. It belongs to Italian Air Lines. Be a good fellow, surrender.'

'But it is my bus.' I produced the receipt. He read it through two or three times muttering the words to himself, then he laughed. 'So your friends tell the truth. Nevertheless I must arrest you.'

Obviously he meant it so I dared my last ploy. "Then I have no choice but to drive away.' I started the engine. "Tell the crowd to stand back.'

He jumped up and down in alarm. 'Signor 'Amilton, do not do this thing.'

'I must, I said, shrugging my shoulders hopelessly. "The disgrace of being arrested is more than a gentleman can bear. I am a man of honour; I must do the honourable thing: I revved the engine.

'Stop, he said, 'I know you joke.'

'It is no joke to be arrested. I have brought disgrace on my family' I hung my head for a moment then straightened up with a jerk. 'I must do what I must do. I let in the clutch and the bus moved forward.

'Stop. If I let you go will you leave this bus?'

My ploy had worked but I was silent for a moment.

'I give you my word,' he said.

"The word of an Italian officer is good enough for me," I replied in an appropriate manner.

We shook hands through the gap in the door. 'Drive round the corner,' he said, 'It would be embarrassing for you to get out of the bus here. I opened the door wide; he entered and stood beside me. The crowd moved back and I drove to the bus station where I surrendered both the bus and my receipt. The captain kept his word and, after he, Peter, Mike and myself had had a glass of wine together in a little cafe near the bus station, he allowed me to go and catch my plane, I travelled home with a troubled conscience and a hangover that stayed with me for a week." - p245/8

Duncan Hamilton - Touchwood

#final quote from the book #how duncan found himself in these situations... #well bad influences of mike hawthorn and peter collins didn't help #classic f1 #f1 #formula one #formula 1 #vintage f1 #mike hawthorn #peter collins #duncan hamilton

[sanaserena]

Yay, finally I'm posting the screenshots from Episode 7! This is Part 1. Had I been less busy lately, this would have been sooner. Congrats to SAG-AFTRA for securing a new deal and to the end of the strike! This happened a week ago, but still, this is good news for OPLA!

For the other parts see: Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5.

So, Episode 7 is one of my favourites, even though OPLA's version of Nami's arc is both honoured and perhaps also my least favourite interpretation adaption. BUT, even so, I can never stop myself from watching the whole episode through because it has so many great moments.

Immediately, I love Sanji's dynamic with the crew. I do wish he's more present, but he is also only introduced in episode 5. But for the time we see him, he gets some good moments with Luffy (love the fishing scene) and with Zoro (over a woman no less), and later with Usopp.

I can't. Buggy's head is great. That shanty he sings is even better!

I wanted to get more screenshots of Jacob as Usopp, because he's such a good choice. I hope we get to see more Usopp development properly in Season 2. He has some in Season 1, but not as much as we'd expect. Usopp has never been a big favourite Strawhat for me, but I do admire his growth throughout the series! OPLA Usopp feels a bit more relateable, but I look forward (hopefully) to Water 7.

Chioma Umeala does a wonderful job as her version of Nojiko. She's not exactly the same as Nojiko that we know in the manga, but I was sold her version.

As always, I love the dynamic between the Strawhats in this episode. One of my favourite moments (among many others for this episode) is when Zoro holds Luffy to tell Genzo why they're here looking for Nojiko. I love how Sanji uses his skills as a way to get Nojiko to share Nami's story. And I love Usopp's way of persuading Nojiko.

The banter is great. It's fun to see the adaptation's version of some of my favourite dynamics.

I love the tension and onscreen chemistry between Nami and Luffy during the scene where he confronts her the first time - and then bam! later in the same episode we have progress in the chemistry between Zoro and Luffy. OPLA has its faults, but it's undeniable how they show the progression of trust between members of the crew. If you remember, previously, Luffy didn't talk to Zoro about something important like "feelings" or his "thoughts". For 8 episodes, this feels like a natural progression.

The child actors also do great in their roles. They do their best and they should be praised for that. For sure, I could never do that. So props to them for bring young Nami and Nojiko to life!

It's interesting how OPLA brings about the link to the tangerines and windmills. Only manga and anime fans would note the significance of the windmill on Genzo's hat that we see in the flashback. In the OPLA adaptation, present day Genzo no longer has the windmill in his hat, which makes sense as OPLA chose not to adapt the key plot point where the villagers of Coco Village knew Nami was trying to buy back the village. It's also interesting that Nami's tattoo later on is implied to be because of the tangerine windmills she makes with her sister and her mother.

Emily is great as Nami. There are so many nuanced expressions that I had to capture because of what they say about Nami. I think she did the "Help Me" scene perfectly. And I loved how Luffy/Inaki gives back the perfect amount of emotion.

(Okay, my only gripe with how Nami's backstory is adapted is that it makes no sense for young Nami to visit Arlong and show him her map without him having seen her work beforehand and commenting on it. As in, no one to acknowledge that her maps are "better than the ones adults make", since as we know, adults alike are infamous for not taking children seriously. While I can understand that they wanted to have young Nami be more proactive, there is no guarantee before this point that her map wouldn't be rejected - again, because a child drew it, and there was no vocal validation that her maps were "good". If we had been given a small scene of Arlong noticing a "good map" in Bellemere's home just before he kills her, it would have made more sense. This was one of my main nitpick of Nami's arc, among a few other things! )

#one piece #one piece live action #one piece netflix #one piece screenshots #One piece live action episode 7 #fiftieth impressions #opla #hopefully opla spoiler free #luffy #nami #roronoa zoro #koby one piece #I still need to figure out how to make gifs from netflix work 🤔 #too much effort #part 1 #Luffy being adorable #Luffy being Luffy #zoro has so many expressions #The Strawhats #Strawhats care about strawhats #OPLA Sanji is adorable #buggy the clown

[brett-is-afraid]

My Thoughts™️ on the Septicinnit coffee segment;

Not Jack reaffirming that "He loves me" to himself before he goes and starts the bit, and that he's pretending not to recognize him when he opens the door (not things he does for James)... and the way you hear him START to say "he loves me" again before he cuts himself off and replaces it with the less embarrassing/romance coded "I'm like a big brother to him".

Jacksepticeye scripted this entire video as one huge bit where nobody actually likes him or is his friend, yet you can see Tommy's acting start to melt away as he can't hold back how excited he actually is, and you can see the genuine fondness on Jack's face, and the "I can't say no to that face" that comes out…I just. GOD. Them, your honour.

Jack crossing his arms across his chest and giving off "nervous teenage girl talking to her crush" energy

Not to mention he seems genuinely dismayed on some level that the gifts he brought Tommy don't fit…omg babygirl I'm so sorry you couldn't buy a hat for your boyfriend oh my god

The unnecessary touching and leaning towards each other….

"Carry around all your good ideas" 🥺 he thinks Tommy has good ideas,,,, not to be overdramatic but I would DIE for how Seán defends Tommy's creativity and the quality of his content (when he's not joking about it being bad himself. Real "I can make fun of him but no one else can" energy)

TOMMY GOING "I'M YOUR HOE!!!!" He really wants people to KNOW lol

HE GAVE HIM FUCKING BUBBLE WRAP,,,, THE ADHD ROMANCE OF IT ALL,,,,,,

Seán does NOT stop staring at him lovingly (and a little nervously, although how much of that is genuine I can't tell) for the entire fucking recording. He never takes his eyes off him.

Tommy being so silly and kinda awkward so even though he's supposed to be like "eww who tf are you", he moreso gives off the EXACT SAME nervous giggly teenage girl energy that Seán's giving. See, this is why I love them. They're both the exact same. They are nervous flustered gays, and besties, and also dumbly trying to impress each other and make the other laugh. Real shit right there.

Tommy just can't hold back how much he loves that goofy Irish dude. And who can blame him tbh?

Also really vibe with the fact Sean genuinely appreciates Tommy's creativity and defends it. He 100% is the type to defend his loved ones tooth and nail, and I can definitely see it coming out more when he's talking about Tommy. And that's that on soulmates.

#septicinnit #sean #tommy #asks #anon #poppytwt #poppyblr #rpf #pro rpf #rpf safe #brett speaks

[innytoes]

Because apparently I am my feeling things hours, what h/c can you give me about the Reggie is the one that survives AU?

-When Reggie gets back into music, he picks up the banjo first, since it's the only instrument he never really played with the guys.

-Rose and Victoria have a lot of fun trying to slowly help Reggie into tolerating spice.

-At one point Hazel threatened Rose that if she didn't make Reggie a Molina soon, she was going to adopt him as her little brother and he'd be a Morgan.

-Yes Ray and Reggie both took Rose's last name.

-Reggie did stick with Peters for his artist's name though, both to honour who he'd been with the boys, and because he didn't want to like, appropriate anything. He didn’t want some label to try and score diversity points with his last name when he is The Whitest White Boy.

-They know Julie and Carlos are biologically Ray's because Reggie just... couldn't continue his bloodline when the guys would never be able to. He made a lot of excuses like shitty genetics and 'Ray's way hotter and you'd make pretty kids together', but eventually he probably took them to his therapist and said that while he loved the idea of being dad, he just really could not handle being a biological one.

-Julie was adamant about wanting to learn the fiddle so she could play country with her dad and Reggie sat through like a year full of torture of Small Child Learning Violin with a smile on his face because THAT'S HIS BABY.

-Reggie is Dad, Ray is Papi. Except when Julie was just learning to make sounds and Reggie insisted that 'ababababa' was his name because that's the first babble she mastered.

-Julie and Carlos both have their own teeny tiny cowboy hat and boots from when they were babies. Also teeny tiny plaid shirts.

-Every year on Luke's birthday Reggie visits Emily and Mitch Patterson. He gave them the song the first year. They didn't ask him to play it until like five or six years later, and of course they were all crying at the end of that.

-He does the same for Bobby's Lola, but he visits her more often. He tried visiting the Mercers a few times but was just met with cold politeness and like, obligation and after like two years he gave up. Instead he visits Alex' favourite queer-friendly bookstore and buys a few books he thinks Alex would have liked and donates them to shelters or stuffs them in Little Free Libraries.

-Reggie's birthdays are very hard on him, but Rose and Ray try to remind him he's special and loved and they're happy he's here. It gets a little easier when the kids are born because like, what kind of monster do you think he is, depriving his children of an excuse for cake? If Carlos made him a paper crown he is gonna wear a paper crown. He will cry still a little, but it’s because they made him a homemade banner that says Hapy Birdday Daddy!

#the reggie is the one who survives au #julie and the phantoms #RosexRayxReggie #I tried to balance out at least a few cute ones with all the sad #not!fic #I wrote a thing #AUs are awesome #just angst and reggie being the cutest dad #ray being like: can you say papa? can you say dada? can you say mama? #Julie: ababababa. Reggie: she totally means me #Reggie: I win she said my name first

[dosthoeyevsky]

Hey fellas, it's still peacemaker brainrot hours and in honour of our adorkable teal blorbo adrian chase's birthday, and it being day 7 of Adrian Chase Appreciation Week, heres a list of presents i believe the other 11th street kids would get him.

Chris

I really dont see chris as a person who buys like physical object presents. Probably because he gives off the vibe that he cant actually wrap a present neatly to save his life. Chris's birthday present to adrian would probably be some kind of activity. Pre-character development i imagine he'd just take adrian out to do target practice in the woods like normal except they're wearing those silly little elasticated birthday hats over their respective headgear and lets adrian pick the music they shoot stuff to. Post-character development if chris learns to appreciate adrian a bit more as a friend either with the "with benefits" suffix or the "boy-" prefix chris decides to go out of his way and get him and adrian convention tickets. Adrian is beside himself with happiness because holy shit peacemaker is taking an active interest in his interests and they go and spend way too much money in artist's alley and pick fights at panels and cheer loudly at the cosplay showcase and eat overpriced food and take photos next to people's buttcracks at the magic the gathering tables and chris probably buys a body pillow and spoons that all night at their hotel and adrian is torn between finding this hilarious and going "god i wish that were me" because regardless of whether you ship them platonically or romantically i'm dead certain that adrian would want to be spooned by chris.

Harcourt

Harcourt strikes me as the kind of person who gives practical presents, something Adrian can use as vigilante. Some ideas

a whetstone for all his knives

a few assorted boxes of different kinds of bullets to play around with

vouchers to an ARGUS-affiliated armour repair specialist so Adrian's gear can get a proper refresh

visor-compatible night vision goggles

a new utility belt

some kind of cloaking device for the sebring because you cant just show up to missions in your civilian vehicle how has nobody figured out your secret identity yet?!

Adebayo

This one goes out to @literatigeek who came up with this idea in the peacemaker discord server, but Leota gets Adrian a weighted blanket shaped like a mermaid tail. And it's teal. Adrian would be in heaven.

Economos

A new chainsaw, probably with a little gift tag that says "sorry about the gorilla incident"

Eagly

SEVERAL dead possums and a few colourful or shiny objects found discarded in the woods. Eagly noticed his humans getting Adrian presents and eating food and decided that maybe if he gives skinny teal glasses man enough shiny things and dead possums, eagly will recieve an ENTIRE BAG of corn chips.

#hbo peacemaker #headcanon jamming #posts that i gone and done #acweek22 #peacemaker 2022 #vigilante #blorbo from my shows

[standing-restart]

On an absolute brain rot of poly!alfa because Guanyu would 100% buy you all something that's matching but subtle enough to be worn daily (maybe a thin little necklace for you with a stone, a ring with the same stone for Guanyu and maybe a bucket hat with the same colors of the stone and ring/necklace for Val) and of course it's custome made -☕️

I have not stopped thinking about this prompt, not even for a second, since you send this in...

Personally, I think Guanyu would get you all something in the colour of green sapphire. Now, I’m not usually a gemstone person, but according to google green sapphire stands for tranquility and calmness, as well as trust, loyalty, and integrity. and if that isn’t everything that the poly!alfa dynamic stands for .... I am wrapping up this blog for good.

He picked them out and ordered them with the greatest care (Vale also gets an item of jewellery, just in case he can’t wear the bucket hat ... bracelet, maybe?) and gave them to the two of you on an anniversary. Both of the men strike me as the types who give presents when you’ve been dating for four months or something like that. Simply because they can’t wait for six months, or even a year.

Yes, Guanyu gave those gifts and Valtteri was sulking a bit because he had ordered matching sets of underwear as a joke.

I’m just thinking about them handing the items over to you when they have to drive. You’re not married, so Guanyu can’t keep the ring on when he steps into the car. If the cameras pick you up in the alfa garage, anyone looking will just assume that your jewellery is from a matching set (not entirely wrong) and that you’re just a major Valtteri fan who got your hands on some exclusive merch.

The items are tokens of your love and affection for one another, and you’re always incredibly honoured when you get to hold on to them for the two of them. But as soon as they get out of the car, they’re reaching for you for a: a kiss, and b: their items. Because now, even after the shortest while, they too feel naked when they’re not wearing them.

#this is so adorable im !!!!!!! #poly!alfa #VB #ZG #sfw.txt #☕️

[publicdomainbooks]

MARLEY'S GHOST. (2)

Meanwhile the fog and darkness thickened so, that people ran about with flaring links, proffering their services to go before horses in carriages, and conduct them on their way. The ancient tower of a church, whose gruff old bell was always peeping slily down at Scrooge out of a Gothic window in the wall, became invisible, and struck the hours and quarters in the clouds, with tremulous vibrations afterwards as if its teeth were chattering in its frozen head up there. The cold became intense. In the main street, at the corner of the court, some labourers were repairing the gas-pipes, and had lighted a great fire in a brazier, round which a party of ragged men and boys were gathered: warming their hands and winking their eyes before the blaze in rapture. The water-plug being left in solitude, its overflowings sullenly congealed, and turned to misanthropic ice. The brightness of the shops where holly sprigs and berries crackled in the lamp heat of the windows, made pale faces ruddy as they passed. Poulterers’ and grocers’ trades became a splendid joke: a glorious pageant, with which it was next to impossible to believe that such dull principles as bargain and sale had anything to do. The Lord Mayor, in the stronghold of the mighty Mansion House, gave orders to his fifty cooks and butlers to keep Christmas as a Lord Mayor’s household should; and even the little tailor, whom he had fined five shillings on the previous Monday for being drunk and bloodthirsty in the streets, stirred up to-morrow’s pudding in his garret, while his lean wife and the baby sallied out to buy the beef.

Foggier yet, and colder. Piercing, searching, biting cold. If the good Saint Dunstan had but nipped the Evil Spirit’s nose with a touch of such weather as that, instead of using his familiar weapons, then indeed he would have roared to lusty purpose. The owner of one scant young nose, gnawed and mumbled by the hungry cold as bones are gnawed by dogs, stooped down at Scrooge’s keyhole to regale him with a Christmas carol: but at the first sound of “God bless you, merry gentleman!   May nothing you dismay!”

Scrooge seized the ruler with such energy of action, that the singer fled in terror, leaving the keyhole to the fog and even more congenial frost.

At length the hour of shutting up the counting-house arrived. With an ill-will Scrooge dismounted from his stool, and tacitly admitted the fact to the expectant clerk in the Tank, who instantly snuffed his candle out, and put on his hat.

“You’ll want all day to-morrow, I suppose?” said Scrooge.

“If quite convenient, sir.”

“It’s not convenient,” said Scrooge, “and it’s not fair. If I was to stop half-a-crown for it, you’d think yourself ill-used, I’ll be bound?”

The clerk smiled faintly.

“And yet,” said Scrooge, “you don’t think me ill-used, when I pay a day’s wages for no work.”

The clerk observed that it was only once a year.

“A poor excuse for picking a man’s pocket every twenty-fifth of December!” said Scrooge, buttoning his great-coat to the chin. “But I suppose you must have the whole day. Be here all the earlier next morning.”

The clerk promised that he would; and Scrooge walked out with a growl. The office was closed in a twinkling, and the clerk, with the long ends of his white comforter dangling below his waist (for he boasted no great-coat), went down a slide on Cornhill, at the end of a lane of boys, twenty times, in honour of its being Christmas Eve, and then ran home to Camden Town as hard as he could pelt, to play at blindman’s-buff.

Scrooge took his melancholy dinner in his usual melancholy tavern; and having read all the newspapers, and beguiled the rest of the evening with his banker’s-book, went home to bed. He lived in chambers which had once belonged to his deceased partner. They were a gloomy suite of rooms, in a lowering pile of building up a yard, where it had so little business to be, that one could scarcely help fancying it must have run there when it was a young house, playing at hide-and-seek with other houses, and forgotten the way out again. It was old enough now, and dreary enough, for nobody lived in it but Scrooge, the other rooms being all let out as offices. The yard was so dark that even Scrooge, who knew its every stone, was fain to grope with his hands. The fog and frost so hung about the black old gateway of the house, that it seemed as if the Genius of the Weather sat in mournful meditation on the threshold.

Now, it is a fact, that there was nothing at all particular about the knocker on the door, except that it was very large. It is also a fact, that Scrooge had seen it, night and morning, during his whole residence in that place; also that Scrooge had as little of what is called fancy about him as any man in the city of London, even including—which is a bold word—the corporation, aldermen, and livery. Let it also be borne in mind that Scrooge had not bestowed one thought on Marley, since his last mention of his seven years’ dead partner that afternoon. And then let any man explain to me, if he can, how it happened that Scrooge, having his key in the lock of the door, saw in the knocker, without its undergoing any intermediate process of change—not a knocker, but Marley’s face.

Marley’s face. It was not in impenetrable shadow as the other objects in the yard were, but had a dismal light about it, like a bad lobster in a dark cellar. It was not angry or ferocious, but looked at Scrooge as Marley used to look: with ghostly spectacles turned up on its ghostly forehead. The hair was curiously stirred, as if by breath or hot air; and, though the eyes were wide open, they were perfectly motionless. That, and its livid colour, made it horrible; but its horror seemed to be in spite of the face and beyond its control, rather than a part of its own expression.

As Scrooge looked fixedly at this phenomenon, it was a knocker again.

To say that he was not startled, or that his blood was not conscious of a terrible sensation to which it had been a stranger from infancy, would be untrue. But he put his hand upon the key he had relinquished, turned it sturdily, walked in, and lighted his candle.

He did pause, with a moment’s irresolution, before he shut the door; and he did look cautiously behind it first, as if he half expected to be terrified with the sight of Marley’s pigtail sticking out into the hall. But there was nothing on the back of the door, except the screws and nuts that held the knocker on, so he said “Pooh, pooh!” and closed it with a bang.

The sound resounded through the house like thunder. Every room above, and every cask in the wine-merchant’s cellars below, appeared to have a separate peal of echoes of its own. Scrooge was not a man to be frightened by echoes. He fastened the door, and walked across the hall, and up the stairs; slowly too: trimming his candle as he went.

You may talk vaguely about driving a coach-and-six up a good old flight of stairs, or through a bad young Act of Parliament; but I mean to say you might have got a hearse up that staircase, and taken it broadwise, with the splinter-bar towards the wall and the door towards the balustrades: and done it easy. There was plenty of width for that, and room to spare; which is perhaps the reason why Scrooge thought he saw a locomotive hearse going on before him in the gloom. Half-a-dozen gas-lamps out of the street wouldn’t have lighted the entry too well, so you may suppose that it was pretty dark with Scrooge’s dip.

Up Scrooge went, not caring a button for that. Darkness is cheap, and Scrooge liked it. But before he shut his heavy door, he walked through his rooms to see that all was right. He had just enough recollection of the face to desire to do that.

Sitting-room, bedroom, lumber-room. All as they should be. Nobody under the table, nobody under the sofa; a small fire in the grate; spoon and basin ready; and the little saucepan of gruel (Scrooge had a cold in his head) upon the hob. Nobody under the bed; nobody in the closet; nobody in his dressing-gown, which was hanging up in a suspicious attitude against the wall. Lumber-room as usual. Old fire-guard, old shoes, two fish-baskets, washing-stand on three legs, and a poker.

Quite satisfied, he closed his door, and locked himself in; double-locked himself in, which was not his custom. Thus secured against surprise, he took off his cravat; put on his dressing-gown and slippers, and his nightcap; and sat down before the fire to take his gruel.

It was a very low fire indeed; nothing on such a bitter night. He was obliged to sit close to it, and brood over it, before he could extract the least sensation of warmth from such a handful of fuel. The fireplace was an old one, built by some Dutch merchant long ago, and paved all round with quaint Dutch tiles, designed to illustrate the Scriptures. There were Cains and Abels, Pharaoh’s daughters; Queens of Sheba, Angelic messengers descending through the air on clouds like feather-beds, Abrahams, Belshazzars, Apostles putting off to sea in butter-boats, hundreds of figures to attract his thoughts; and yet that face of Marley, seven years dead, came like the ancient Prophet’s rod, and swallowed up the whole. If each smooth tile had been a blank at first, with power to shape some picture on its surface from the disjointed fragments of his thoughts, there would have been a copy of old Marley’s head on every one.

“Humbug!” said Scrooge; and walked across the room.

After several turns, he sat down again. As he threw his head back in the chair, his glance happened to rest upon a bell, a disused bell, that hung in the room, and communicated for some purpose now forgotten with a chamber in the highest story of the building. It was with great astonishment, and with a strange, inexplicable dread, that as he looked, he saw this bell begin to swing. It swung so softly in the outset that it scarcely made a sound; but soon it rang out loudly, and so did every bell in the house.

This might have lasted half a minute, or a minute, but it seemed an hour. The bells ceased as they had begun, together. They were succeeded by a clanking noise, deep down below; as if some person were dragging a heavy chain over the casks in the wine-merchant’s cellar. Scrooge then remembered to have heard that ghosts in haunted houses were described as dragging chains.

The cellar-door flew open with a booming sound, and then he heard the noise much louder, on the floors below; then coming up the stairs; then coming straight towards his door.

“It’s humbug still!” said Scrooge. “I won’t believe it.”

#a christmas carol

[toyfriskman]

ough, ive been out all day and almost forgot to do my little thing for #savetf2

anyways

i know what so many people might have already said. it's no big surprise if I'm just a drop in the sea when I say "Tf2 means so much to me"

i get it. It means so much to so many

but would you like to hear my story?

first and foremost, i've never even heard of TF2 until mid-2020. it was brought to my attention by all the tributes to the beloved and late, Rick May.

I saw so many tributes pop up on YouTube, so many videos, so much fanart, and song remixes- I was amazed! I looked through the comments, and one kept with me: "I've never seen a community come together faster than TF2 Fans to honour Rick May" or something along those lines I learned, through that one comment, that this is a community that cares. I didn't know anything at the time, and as the year went on, I forgot

but then, I came across Lazy Purple. Specifically, his "How It Feels" series. sure, I've watched Winglet's "Burning Through Space" and a few other SFMs, but this is what got me into the game. the high energy, the vibes, the crazy way each character felt so different from one another but so intertwined. I laughed, took notes on each character, and loved every second of the videos!

then, I started digging. I looked around, and found that there were comics! at first, I thought you needed to buy them, so I looked up voice over's for them. I watched dubs for the update comics and the numbered ones as well! and yes, I got very disappointed when I learned that there was no comic 7

finally, I found the "Meet The Team" videos and "Expiration Date". I loved everything about them so much, that's when I finally downloaded the game!

I went through the tutorial and tried playing with bots offline to try and get a feel for the game. then, after gaining some confidence, I looked for a match in Casual. I landed in a friendly server, on 2Fort. I loaded in as Medic (seeing as my team had none) and started wandering around. I found someone in the basement, and healed them, only for them to be a Spy (imagine my surprise!)! I had fun, wandering around, even though I had no way of communicating, other than nodding and shaking my head.

after a while, I landed in Payload and started playing for real. I found that I loved playing as Pyro, so that's who I mained! I still main Pyro to the day (as of writing).

but that's only the start of my story.

after a while, I found the jokes of people finding out they were trans due to the game, and lo and behold, the game helped me figure that out too! I found my gender identity through the funny characters who wore funny hats and did funny things.

further on down the line, I met a good friend of mine. we don't talk much now, but he holds a close place in my heart, because... well, he's doing better now. I'm happy I could help him.

then, I finally started doing shit on this Tumblr account. I reblogged funny things, and I made friends. I goofed off with them, found roleplay blogs, and had a fun time all around!

hell, I even found a boyfriend, not through Tumblr, but through our mutual love for this War Themed Hat Trading Simulator. tell me that three years ago, and I would have laughed.

I love this game. I truly do hold this game so close to my heart, because it has done so much for me personally. it hurts to know that it's slowly dying due to Valve's lack of attention, but with the VA's being so active now, and the community coming together, I have so much hope.

it's like what that one comment said

I've never seen a community come together faster than TF2 Fans.

we still have sush a long fight ahead of us, but I think we're finally nearing the top of this hill. I'm so happy I got into TF2 when I did

thank you all, for making this such an amazing fanbase, with such loving people supporting it

let's help this game not only keep it's head above water, but make sure it finds a nice place to finally rest and watch the waves from a beach

#savetf2

#savetf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 #video games