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stuckstucktrolls · 2 years
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my internet died. I'm stuck on my phone and for a while I didn't even have that. If it's not fixed I won't be super active for a bit
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merevide · 4 months
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weezer is like radiohead if radiohead was from new jersey. “but weezer isn’t even from new jersey” you say. i then proceed to explode you with my mind
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zepskies · 8 months
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Love Actually - Part 1
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Paring: Soldier Boy/Ben x Reader
Summary: Ben gets in late on Christmas Eve with a Grinch-like attitude, but you’re determined to force some holiday cheer into his system.  
AN: Here’s my last entry for the TGWRC: Christmas in July event! It’s set in the same world as “Break Me Down,” and set before “Checkerboard.” But this can be read as a stand-alone! Hope you enjoy…
Theme: Christmas movies Prompt: “That’s a poor excuse for a tree.” 
Word Count: 3,100 Tags/Warnings: SB being himself, wee bit of angst, potential fluff overload! 
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Part 1: "Humbug"
He was late. 
It was Christmas Eve, and your boyfriend was late. 
With a large bowl of popcorn in your lap, you sunk further into your favorite corner of the couch, drumming your nails on its arm. 
Your favorite Christmas movie played on the ridiculously large flatscreen Ben had insisted on when you two moved into this apartment. But you couldn’t get into the story like you normally would.
It was the first Christmas you and Ben were spending together since he’d started working with, instead of against Supe Affairs and the CIA. In fact, he was on an extended mission—hunting down a rogue supe in Idaho, of all places.
Freakin’ Idaho. Goddamn potatoes, you thought irrationally, shoving another handful of popcorn into your mouth.  
While he’d been gone, you went all out in decorating the apartment: red and white candles, stockings, various ornaments, multicolored string lights, and poinsettias. You’d even found a nice little tree that fit in the only free corner of the living room.
Well, you’d had to rearrange some furniture to make that happen, but in the end you’d succeeded. It felt like you were living at the bottom of a snow globe.
You hadn’t heard from Ben at all in over two weeks. The day he left you outside your office in the Surveillance department replayed often in your mind.
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Two weeks ago…
“Don’t give me that face, baby doll.” 
Ben quirked a smile at your concerned frown, and he propped a gentle fist under your chin. You crossed your arms.  
You knew he had to go. Butcher and the rest of the guys were waiting outside the S.A. office. And you were proud of him for what he was doing, genuinely trying to put in the work on this “hero” thing. But you didn’t have to like the timing. It was only two weeks until Christmas.
“Fine,” you agreed. “Just get this guy quick. I don’t want to hear my aunt’s shady-ass sniping. Every time I show up to a family gathering by myself, she starts plotting my arranged marriage to her fucking pediatrist, her divorce attorney—mind the irony there—or even the guy who packages meat at the grocery store—” 
“All right, Christ. I’ll be back in fucking time,” said Ben. He grabbed your arms to stop your verbal flapping. Then with a grin, his hands moved to the curve of your waist, down to get a healthy grip of your ass. 
“’Sides, I’m the only one flingin’ meat around here,” he said with a deepening smirk. 
You rolled your eyes, but a smile threatened to take over your frown as he pulled you flush against him, trapping your hands against his broad chest. You found purchase on the hard fabric of his uniform. 
“You’re so gross,” you said. But you pulled him down for a searing kiss. If you weren’t going to see his handsome face for a while, then you were going to make the most of this moment. 
And it seemed your boyfriend felt the same way; his arms wrapped around your frame like steel bands. Your fingers swept through his hair as your tongue slipped into his mouth, making his grip on you tighten with a pleased hum. 
“Oi! Sid and fuckin’ Nancy,” Butcher called from down the hall. “Got a fucking job to do. Today, if you don’t mind.”
Ben broke away from you, just enough to frown in irritation over your head. 
“Calm your fucking tits, Churchill. I’ll leave when I’m good and damn ready.”
You couldn’t help but giggle into his chest.
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Now, it was quite literally hours away from Christmas Day. 
You would be seeing your family tomorrow, regardless. You and Ben were supposed to go to your mother’s house for dinner. But you were starting to think that he might not make it tonight, let alone tomorrow. 
And if you had to deal with your aunt nosing into your personal business again, your hand might just “slip” while pouring yourself a rum-filled eggnog, so you wouldn’t be held liable for your actions when you inevitably snapped on the bitch.
Sighing, you continued munching on some popcorn while you focused on one of your favorite parts of Love Actually. Hugh Grant was shaking his ass to “Jump In” by the Pointer Sisters.
The music was infectious, and you found yourself doing a little shimmy yourself on the couch in time with one of your favorite rom-com Brits. 
With the TV volume as loud as it was, not even the door of your apartment unlocking could stop your mini-jam session. 
And the door soon opened, revealing a dusty, soot-covered Benjamin, still in his supe suit and tactical gear. He took a small step back when the gaudy Christmas décor assaulted his eyes, but he blinked through it as he turned his head. 
His lips curved at the familiar sight of you—bundled up in your pajamas and a fuzzy blanket on the couch, bopping to the beat of some shitty ‘80s song he actually recognized. You were alternatively mouthing the words and eating fistfuls of popcorn. 
Shaking his head, Ben stepped into the apartment and shut the door with some force. You finally perked up at the sound, your smile alight with happiness when you realized he was home. That alone made him soften a bit. 
“Ben!” You paused your movie and bounded over to greet him with a warm hug and a deep kiss.  
He brushed your hair back and allowed himself to revel in the familiarity of you in his arms. 
“Aren’t you a fucking sight,” he murmured.
Ben was still getting used to having someone to come home to, but it was grounding. This place was his home now, mostly because you were in it.  
“You okay? How did it go?” you asked, wiping off some soot from his cheek. 
“Who do you think you’re talking to?” Ben offered you a cocky smile. “We smoked that pyro bitch.”
Your eyes narrowed. “You what?”
“Relax, the supe’s alive,” he said, rolling his eyes, as if it grated him to admit it. He wouldn’t tell you that the supe had two broken arms and probably a crack in his skull. “Being shipped off to prison as we speak.”
You nodded with a smile. “Good. I’m proud of you.” 
His lips pulled at a grin. But then you took his face between your hands with a hard slap (though it didn’t even sting, the point was made in your annoyed frown). 
“You’re late,” you said. Ben raised a brow. 
“Excuse me?” he said. 
“You heard me. You’re fucking late,” you repeated. “Go take a shower. I already started the first movie without you.” 
You tugged him by the hand and all but pushed him into the hall that led to your shared bedroom. 
Ben wasn’t one to be manhandled though. He dug his heels in obstinately. 
“Christ, I just got home. All I want to do is sleep…unless you want to give me a proper fucking welcome.”
He glanced at you over his shoulder with a more than suggestive smirk. He turned around and pulled you into his firm chest. His hands smoothed down your back and squeezed your hips, with his thumbs dragging under the hem of your pajama top.
While your lips threatened a smile, you had to wonder how he had enough energy for reunion sex, but not enough to watch a simple movie. 
Still, his offer was all-too tempting, making heat prickle along your skin wherever he touched. Nonetheless, you managed to remain stubborn and pushed gently against his chest.
“Down, boy,” you said. “If I let you get your hands on me now, I’ll never get through my list.”
First it was Love Actually, then Christmas Vacation, followed swiftly by Home Alone and its sequel, Lost In New York. 
Ben frowned at you. “So? Watch ‘em tomorrow.”
“In case you’ve forgotten, it’s Christmas Eve.”
You gestured to all your hard work in the form of the decorated apartment.
“Tomorrow, we have dinner at my mom’s house. So tonight, you’re gonna go shower," you said, pointing at him. "I’m going to make some more hot chocolate, and we’re watching all manner of cheesy, romantic, and downright silly Christmas movies until your Grinch-ass gets some holiday spirit.”
Ben released a tired sigh and dropped his hands away from you.
“I haven’t slept in three fucking days," he said. "I’m not staying up all night again for some corny bullshit.”
You frowned in disappointment. 
“Ben, come on. Please?” you tried, but he just waved a dismissive hand and continued his way to the bedroom.
For a moment, you watched him go in disbelief. Was he really going to be like that? 
With a flash of hot annoyance, you huffed and decided that you weren’t going to let him ruin the night for you. 
So you went into the kitchen and whipped up some hot cocoa, breaking out the actual Godiva chocolate bars you bought just for this moment. You poured out one mug initially. But you listened to the old water pipes working, knowing that Ben must’ve been taking a shower. 
You knew he wasn’t just tired. He didn’t seem to be looking forward to tomorrow either, and  was going along with it for your sake. Which, to be fair, could just mean he still wasn’t totally comfortable around your family. (Your sister Luisa still hadn’t totally warmed up to him.)
You also had a feeling that he just wasn’t into Christmas.
The question was why… 
But you poured a mug for him anyway, adding some mini marshmallows into each one. You brought both mugs with you back to the living room and set them down on the coffee table. 
Getting comfortable on the couch again, complete with your blanket, mug, and the popcorn bowl, you pressed “play” and continued watching the movie…even though you felt just a bit lonelier. 
But then, a weight dropped on the other end of the couch. You flinched and looked over at your now clean and pajama-clad boyfriend, who eyed you begrudgingly with his arms crossed over a soft plain shirt. 
You smiled at him warmly. “Hey, baby.”
His grouchy face was the very picture of “humbug.” Biting your lip, you set down the popcorn on the coffee table and handed him the spare cup of hot chocolate. 
“I made some for you,” you said. He gave you a brief nod and took a dutiful sip. But not even rich, chocolatey goodness could curb his sour mood as he stared blandly at the screen. 
You knew that face. That was his, I’ll do this for you, but I’m not gonna fucking like it—face. 
When he stifled a yawn, you knew that he hadn’t been lying. He really was tired. Sometimes you forgot that while Ben was all but indestructible, even he had his limits. Chasing that rogue supe across the country must’ve taken it out of him, even if he wouldn’t admit it. 
So you reached over and plucked the mug out of his hand. His brows knit together as he watched you set it down on the coffee table with yours. Then you grabbed his hand. 
“Come ‘ere,” you said, tugging him toward you. 
“What now?” he groused. 
“Just come on. Don’t bitch,” you teased. You guided him to lay across the couch, with his head pillowed in your lap. You grabbed an extra throw blanket off the back of the couch and draped it over him, making sure that it covered him up to his chest. 
“What am I, a damn kid?” he said. But you knew his griping had no real weight. Already he was humming deep with pleasure as your fingers carded through his soft brown hair. You let your nails drag lightly over his scalp, massaging his head. Your free hand stroked his cheek. 
Ben closed his eyes for a moment and let out a sigh through his nose. The movie continued to play, but you were no longer paying much attention. This was more important. 
When he opened his eyes again, they were drawn to the small, four-foot Christmas tree in the corner of the room, next to the TV. 
“That’s a poor fucking excuse for a tree,” he said. 
You frowned and followed his gaze. 
“I think it’s adorable,” you replied. And it was the only one you thought would fit in this cozy, but very narrow apartment. 
Ben’s arms crossed over his blanket.
“I’ll go tomorrow, find us a real fucking tree,” he said. 
Your frown deepened a little. “But I already decorated this one. All by myself, I might add.”
He eyed you then, a bit softer.
“All right, we’ll get a second one for the dining room,” he grumbled. “Getting the tree up is a man’s job anyway.”
You rolled your eyes at that. But you tried to see if there was anything deeper to read in his words. Not for the first time, you wondered how he’d spent his holidays in the past. No doubt with a lot of fanfare and celebrity parties during his hay day as Soldier Boy. You were more interested in his life before that.   
“I remember, my mom would run the show at Christmas,” Ben said.
You blinked down at him in surprise. Without knowing, he’d opened up on your exact curiosity. 
Or maybe he just knew you better than you thought.
“She’d have all the help in a damn tear around the house. Cooking, decorating, the whole nine yards. It was a perfect scene, like something out of a catalogue,” said Ben. “But getting the tree was always my dad’s job. His only job, really.”
You smiled and continued to listen with rapt attention. Your thumb continued to stroke along his neck. 
“One year, he got this massive one. Must’ve been…I don’t know, twenty feet. I don’t even know how he got it through the door, but he was mighty fucking proud of himself,” Ben said.
His gaze trailed beyond you, lost in faded memories. They played in his mind like a reel, wordless, but bright and warm. 
“Who decorated it?” you asked. Your voice drew his attention back. 
“Me and him,” Ben admitted, surprising you yet again. “Meanwhile, Mom baked up a storm for the Christmas party they threw every year…”
It was a rare moment where Ben recalled what seemed to be a nice memory of his father. But soon enough, the nostalgia dimmed from his eyes.
He cleared his throat and swiped a hand over his mouth, as if that could erase his moment of vulnerability. 
Then he turned to face the TV screen. 
“So what’s even happening here? Seems like there’s four goddamn movies playing at once.”
You cracked a smile and continued brushing your fingers through his hair. You also rewinded the movie so he could actually follow the story.
“Yeah, that’s what makes this movie so classic. See, there’s Emma Thompson and Alan Rickman. They’re married, kids, the perfect life, right? But he’s actually cheating on her with a younger, sluttier woman.”
“…And this is a fucking Christmas movie?”
“Yeah, you’ll see. Then there’s Liam Neeson.”
Ben perked up at that. “The Taken guy?” 
You nodded. “Yep! He’s a widower, but he has a stepson who’s got a sweet little crush. So he’s gonna try and help the kid impress the girl by helping him learn the drums.”
Your boyfriend nodded. 
“Musicians get plenty of pussy, that’s for damn sure,” he said. And with a knowing grin, “Actors get more though.”
You snorted and pointed to Hugh Grant next. “He’s my favorite. He’s playing the Prime Minister, who falls in love with his assistant, Natalie. That’s her right there.”
Ben raised a brow at your choice of “favorite.” If nothing else, he noted your type for older men. 
But he smirked when Natalie kept verbally fumbling in Hugh’s presence, then stared along with the Prime Minister at the woman’s ass when she walked away at the end of the scene.  
“Hmm, I’ll admit. She’s got a juicy peach,” Ben remarked. You laughed and hit his shoulder playfully. It worked an amused smile onto his face. 
He took your hand from his shoulder and pressed the back of it to his lips. You blinked down at him, and you warmed with a smile at seeing his more relaxed face. 
He kept your hand on his chest, his thumb drawing back and forth over your wrist. 
So you proceeded to explain the various angles of the movie until he was all caught up. 
You two watched the rest of it together. Like always, you cried when Colin Firth poured his heart out to his housekeeper, Aurélia, half in his mangled Portuguese and half in English. You cried again when Emma’s character finally confronted her cheating bastard husband. 
And you held your breath when Hugh and Natalie kissed as the stage curtain fell down, revealing their relationship to the world. 
By the time the credits rolled, you were an emotional mess. You were happy though. Typically you’d watch this movie with your sister, but it was nice to share the holidays with someone… 
Someone who loved you enough to curb his Grinch attitude about cheesy romantic things, like tree decorating and watching rom-coms with hot cocoa. 
You glanced down, and sure enough, Ben was asleep. He had turned onto his stomach. His head still rested in your lap, his cheek pillowed by your thigh, and he had a hand curled around your leg. Your big, growling bear of a man had a gooey center that sometimes surprised even you. 
For one mischievous moment, you considered sticking a piece of popcorn up his nose. 
He looked so damn peaceful that you didn’t want to ruin it…yet now you couldn’t get up either. 
Shit, you thought, but your grin was soft. Oh, whatever. Sleep is overrated.
You queued up Chevy Chase’s Christmas Vacation next in your movie marathon and settled in. You laid a gentle hand on Ben’s back, between his broad shoulders. 
And his story about his parents returned to the forefront of your mind.
Maybe he didn’t hate Christmas. Maybe it was just difficult for him to remember the genuinely good ones. Maybe he missed his parents; both of them, despite how contentious it had been between him and his father. 
You could certainly understand that. But now, you would make sure he would remember this one for the “good” column.
You only startled a little when your cell phone chimed on the coffee table. The screen read 12:00 a.m. It was officially December 25th. 
You then felt Ben’s warm hand squeeze your leg. His eyes were still shut though, his breathing deep and even in sleep. 
With a smile, you leaned down and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
And you whispered in his ear, “Merry Christmas, Ben.”
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AN: Yay! I hope you liked this fluffy one for SB. 🎄❤️
Did you like Ben's little day trip down memory lane? Let me know in the comments! 😘
**Note: There will be two more parts to this due to popular request!
Keep Reading: PART 2
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jungle-angel · 7 days
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Song Of The Misty Mountains (Rhett Abbott x Reader)
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Summary: You and Rhett live for the nights in early spring when the family can be together
Warnings: Mentions of adoption, birth etc.
Tagging: @floydsmuse @attapullman @callmemana @withahappyrefrain @rhettabbotts @sebsxphia @bradleybeachbabe
"Good God I hate cleaning the kitchen," you muttered, scraping the last of the dinner scraps into the garbage can next to the sink.
"At least ya'll don't have to clean the bathroom," Cecelia chuckled. "I swear I have to call a NEST team to come and fumigate every time one or both of those idiots in the living room eats at the Bakshis' restaurant."
"Hah! Better than eating Dad's chili," Joy laughed as she collected the dishes.
You made a face and feigned a gagging noise. The last time you had Art Hawk's chili was at a summer cookoff at Amy and Rose's school during the summer fair and the upstairs bathroom had never been the same since, but damn was it good with a big hunk of cornbread.
You, Cecelia, Joy, Martha, Beth, Monica and the others cleared away and cleaned up the rest of the dishes from dinner, hoping to be able to finally relax as you all filled each other in on the goings on in each others lives.
"Literally cannot wait for summer," Martha Hawk laughed as she helped you scrub the dishes in the sink. "First year Rosie gets to dance in the powwows and my mom's coming down from Idaho."
"And to boot, you get the summer off," you told her.
Martha laughed, an excited squeak making its way in. She was more than excited to be joining you at the school as your teaching assistant in the lower grades and excited at the prospects of finally having summers off again. As soon as Amy's case had officially closed when she turned a year old, Martha had decided a change of field was more than needed.
"Alright, time for a game of fridge tetris," Beth laughed.
You and the girls laughed and chattered away with Amy and Rose popping in and out of the kitchen every couple of minutes. You couldn't believe that the two of them would be starting kindergarten in September. It had seemed like yesterday that you and Rhett had brought Amy home with Rosie arriving barely three days later. Four years had gone by a little too fast and at the beginning of July, the girls would both be turning five.
Once everything was done and settled, the dishes washed, dried and put away, into the living room you went where the men of the family had already gathered and had gotten the fire going in the fireplace. The logs crackled, hissed, spit and snapped as sparks and embers flew up the chimney but the living room was as warm and cozy as ever. The grass outside was coated in the thinnest layer of hoarfrost, a sign that March would soon give way to April and the promise of spring that would soon be coming.
Everyone chattered away, shooting the shit between each other while John disappeared and came back every so often with a drink of choice. "God I live for these nights," he said, taking his spot next to Royal. "Fire crackling away, wind blowing outside and Manhattan in one hand."
The front door creaked open and shut with Billy and Shania Tillerson kicking off their shoes near the rack and joining everybody in the living room. "S'f-f'f-fuckin cold out," Billy shuddered.
"Well here ya big knucklehead, take this!" Cecelia said, tossing the wooly throw blanket his way.
"Thanks Cece," Shania said as soon as she caught it and put it around her and Billy.
Everyone went about their business until Rose and Amy came barreling in, begging for Royal or someone to read them a story.
"Alright, alright, ya'll get on over here," Royal said, finally giving in to their request.
Rose and Amy took their places on the living room rug, the others listening eagerly as Amy handed Royal her copy of "The Hobbit", a story that Rhett had loved growing up, second only to "The Indian In The Cupboard" of course.
Royal began to read aloud, both the girls and everyone in the room listening intently. You and Rhett huddled close together as he read, mesmerized by how well Royal could do the character voices. You had all nearly lost track of the time when his mother's grandfather clock in the hallway rang in the hour of 8:30.
"Alright you two, upstairs," Royal told them. "C'mon, it's bedtime."
Amy and Rose hurried upstairs on his orders, rushing to their room and leaving the others downstairs.
Royal threw another log onto the fire, hissing as it split open and released its sharp scent throughout the room. He hummed as he placed another one in there, low and droning as John joined in along with Thomas, Mo and Art and the rest of them. It wasn't long before you heard those familiar words filling the room, words that spoke of far off mountains, wizards, dwarves and hidden treasure deep in lands unexplored.
"Far over the misty mountains cold To dungeons deep and caverns old We must away, ere break of day, To find our long-forgotten gold.
The pines were roaring on the height, The winds were moaning in the night. The fire was red, it flaming spread; The trees like torches blazed with light."
Their voices were almost like that of the dwarves themselves, deep and droning in the night as they sang. You and the girls all joined in as the fire crackled away and the sky outside was tinted deep shades of red and pink. When it had all gone silenced, you and Rhett heard a pair of giggles coming from the stairs.
"Alright you two, bed! Now!" Rhett ordered.
The girls ran back upstairs, the two of you hoping that would be the only time you would have to say something.
"Think they'll be back down again?" you asked him.
"Only time will tell darlin," Rhett chuckled as he kissed you.
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asleepygeorgian · 6 months
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WTTT as stuff I hear/seen at school pt. 2
TW: mentions of things that I did NOT want to hear...
Alabama: Say Georgia sucks rn
Georgia:...Alabama sucks...
Alabama: No No No No!
Georgia: Tennessee sucks...Gators sucks...
Alabama: Repeat after me. Georgia
Georgia: Alabama
Alabama: Bulldogs
Georgia: Crimson Tide
Alabama: Sucks...
Georgia: Sucks
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Michigan: Ohio put it down....
Ohio: Nuh uh
Gov: Ohio put it down
Ohio: okay...
Michigan: good boy
Ohio: Michigan I swear to go-
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*Idaho walking goofy as heck*
Montana: Quit you look special...
California: That's not nic-
Wyoming: SPECIAL NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEDS
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California: Can you get Texas's attention?
Washington: bet
Washington: I'M A FURRY!!!!
*Texas slowly turns with a disgusted face*
*Washington laughing his butt off*: I didn't think that would work...
*California face palms*
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*Gov explaining something*
Gov: You guys got that?
Massachusetts: Yesssssssssssssaaaaaaaa
Gov: You sure
Massachusetts: Yessssssssssssssssssaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
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Virginia: Ima come on your back
Kentucky: WHAT????
Virginia: Y'know...like climb your back...
Kentucky: THEN SAY THAT INSTEAD
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New Jersey: YES U DID
New York: NO I DIDNT
New Jersey: YES U DID
New York: NO I- bro you bout to make me sike out bruh...
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Oklahoma: Shut up about u and florida....i'd rather hear u rant abt sippi....
Louisiana: WORD????
Oklahoma: UHM-
North Carolina: Ya messed up
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Rhode Island: Trust me, it's big
Alaska: Now you know damn well...
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*Florida shoving a picture of furries kissing on his phone*
Tennessee: BRO GET THAT NASTY SHI OUT MY FACE
Alabama: Hey you mind....sendin me the picture....
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Georgia: If it fits, I sits
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Hawaii: And my mannn thank u to my mannn
Hawaii: I miss my man....
Texas: I fuckin' get it, your not single
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South Carolina: JUST FACE IT, UR AUTISTIC
Mississippi: NO IM NOT
Mississippi: GEORGIA ALREADY HAS IT SO IK FOR I FACT ION GOT IT
South Carolina: THAT DONT MAKE SENSE
Mississippi: GO TAKE ME TO GET CHECKED THEN
Mississippi: CUZ I AINT WASTIN MY MONEY
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tooquirkytolose · 11 months
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Being an influencer in like...LA, New York, Paris or whatever is easy mode. Wanna see someone try to be an influencer out of fuckin like...Boise, Idaho
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mooifyourecows · 2 months
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If you could be anywhere in the world right now where would you be?
Honestly my favorite place to be is home, so I'm pretty content sitting on my couch, drinking coffee, watching a crappy Lifetime movie and playing Switch.
BUT that's a boring answer so I'll say the Snake River Canyon in Twin Falls, Idaho. I realized yesterday how special it was to live next to such a beautiful place and I miss it 🫠 There's a lot of beauty where I live right now but it's not Shoshone fuckin Falls or Balanced Rock or The Perrine Bridge, ya know??
I mean look at her, she's stunning
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She was RIGHT THERE almost in my back yard, just a few minutes drive away. I wanna go kayaking under the bridge and watch base jumpers 🥲
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Though last I checked with my mom, it's covered in snow at the moment, so there would be no kayaking. Still though, I'd get SNOW. thats even better 🙌
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e2019 · 6 months
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one of the janitors here is so funny he seems a little bit crazy like he’s always saying weird things randomly but most of the time he’s talking passionately Bout how much he loves different fps games or how much he loves black sabbath. For example he’s always saying how he hates working nights because when he gets home he has to be quiet because his aunt who he lives with is trying to sleep today he said “i have such a compulsion such a burning need to play pubg but i cant man i cant even listen to black sabbath if i dont have that then what do i have in life” and a few minutes later he walked by again and said “music is the great savior you know. it never asks anything from you just that you listen to it and receive its glory…. all my friends i had growin up died from pills and stupid shit but not me i learned how to play guitar thats why im still here.” when he first got here he signed in & said to me for no reason “i wanna move to fuckin idaho You know whats in idaho ? nothing!” then like ran Away
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lunearobservatory · 1 year
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Yk what, I shall fancy you by asking about Idaho and Oregon. Tell me your head cannons about the two of them.
And I mean all of it.
Whether it's crazy, angsty, or something else, I. Don't. Care.
Give me passion for the specific things you love or give me nothing
Grabs you firmly by the shoulders. You have given me Power. STRAP IN FUCKERS!
I'll start with Oregon. Little warning now for weed nicotine alcohol and a small hunting mention i guess? Just in case <3
He's chill! He's cool, he's doing alright. In his own words "good, not great". He seems pretty tight with Washington, they're besties.
The West Coast really do scream "dysfunctional family dynamics" don't they?
(Aka, my three girlfriends West Coast boys, and yes, they smoke weed.)
Anyway, he's with Washington the most. That bit of them hanging out together alone while ignoring California's calls? Yeah, that's them all the time. Washington info dumps about tech and Oregon is a little book nerd who absorbs info (Powell's city of books) and it's a very good combo. They share local coffee shop and microbrew recs and go hiking they are!! Hiking bros!!! They are also couch locked high as fuck watching runbacks of 2004 Cartoon Network bros!!! That La Niña bond!!!
Definitely get very philosophical a lot in conversation, like Wash gets viscerally emotional over space stuff and cried over Spirit the rover being shut down (rip to the real ones i miss them all) and Oregon is like god yeah man human attachment to inanimate objects is so wild. They'll either talk about it for hours OR bounce between topics so stupidly fast they don't even remember why they're talking about what they are or how they got on the topic from where they started.
Sorry for talking abt them forever I just think they're best friends.
As I mentioned Oregon is a big book nerd, he likes nature, probably has a house plant problem (they are all named), he hikes, and HUNTS!
This mf bow hunts, drag this out of my cold hands. Gun too sure but BOW HUNT OREGON. Washington gets icked about blood and killing animals probably so Oregon goes alone. Or maybe with Alaska sometimes? I really love Alaska and the PNW getting along for some reason.
Or, he goes with Ida :)
Idaho is Built Ford Tough thats for fuckin sure, this man's a farmer. And he fishes. He unironically owns several dad joke fishing shirts and a women love me, fish fear me hat. I love him. He's pretty outgoing, he Wyoming and Montana are all fairly good pals, hunting buddies and football friends definitely. Sometimes Colorado is alright to hang with, mostly when Denver is a little quieter.
And in a similar fashion, he and Oregon will get into bitchy fights bc Oregon really is still centered around Portland. Married couple spats yk?
Honestly they're just like. Domestic? I guess? They'll go on weekend hunting trips, Idaho really likes to cook esp with game, Oregon likes to try and pair whatever they're eating with a beer if applicable. It's usually applicable, they're "it's past five pm so it's socially acceptable to have a beer now, right?" people. They definitely have a wicked sourdough starter. Oregon likes kombucha sometimes and Ida thinks it's a hell liquid. They go to fuckin Albertsons and bring back like eight things they didn't need.
I've got a hc I've mentioned somewhere before that the West Coast/PNW including Ida have horrific nicotine addictions, and that Ida goes straight for cigarettes or steals off Oregon, who vapes and has a Juul that they scratched their names into with a pin. They're like That couple.
Idk they're in a way like the country/city boy dynamic but also not? Like Oregon is a bit rough and tumble he isn't a pure city boy. And Ida is like not country per se, more game hunting fisher boy. But it's similar yk? A little bit
Their dates are CUTE, they got that weekend hunting trip, Idaho is land locked so Oregon takes him down the coast, or like to an obscure distillery for flight tasting. Otherwise they just do movie nights and nice dinners. Oregon has taken them hiking to a nice place to see stars and has re-info dumped information from Wash about the stars and stuff and Ida is like wow that's so neat, absolutely not looking at the stars he's looking at Oregon.
I could get into angst but maybe i save that for now since I'm talkin about them bein cute and happy and i want them to have that rn tbh
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hypnotisedfireflies · 8 months
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Second half to Maria needing Tess/Joel to ask real nice??
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I have deliberately kept this extremely short because we know how this stuff gets away from me, right? So this came forth in a flurry while I was working.
Part One is here.
Jackson, post-canon, 2025 probably, part of Driftersverse.
The door to the basement opened.
Maria didn’t know what she was expecting.  Blood splatter, heavy breathing, eyes dark with violence.  But Tess and Joel entered with strident calm.  There was not a speck of gore on them – and Maria was looking, she was looking for it.  She shot to her feet and wiped her damp palms on the sides of her jeans. 
“Where is he?”
“Hoback,” answered Tess, her gaze steady.  “Along the Dog Creek trail, they’ve got themselves a little camp.  But they came through Idaho – settlement fell with the infected migration.”
Maria’s nails dug into her palms.  They could’ve come from Mars for all she cared.  “You wasted time down there asking where they came from?  You think I care about that?  Dog Creek, you say.  Thanks.”
Lachie sidestepped into her path, holding up one hand.  She blinked at him in surprise.  That was the thing about Lachie:  once he stopped talking, you could completely forget he was there.  He had a way of melting into the surrounds, watchful and silent, and then placing himself exactly where he needed to be.  He played the idiot most of the time and Maria had made some flippant comment about that to Tommy once, questioning how somebody like that had made it so long.  Tommy had just shook his head very slightly.  His eyes had that hollow quality that scared Maria sometimes.
“He ain’t what you think.”
Lachie nodded to Tess.  Reluctantly, Maria turned back to face the other two who, were still standing at the door.  She had lost control of the room.
“Okay,” Maria said, heart pounding and mind already plotting the course to Hoback.  “I’m listening.”
“This is just the forward party,” Tess steadily explained.  “They have more.  They know about Jackson and they are coming for Jackson.  By now, their scout will be almost back to the rest of their group in Idaho to inform them what’s gone down.”
“Where.  How far across the border?”
Tess inclined her head slightly.  “Haven’t got that far yet.”
Joel finally spoke.  “I’m riding out with you to get Tommy.  We take who we can spare and we go now, make it quick and quiet.  There’s only three of them got him in Hoback.”
Maria nodded quickly, relieved.  But her mind could not yet fully abandon Jackson, not with the information she had just received.  She noticed how Joel had phrased it:  I’m riding out.  Not we’re riding out, I’m.
“You’re not coming,” she said, looking to Tess.
“I’m not finished,” Tess replied, and Maria felt a little chill work its way down her spine.  Tess’s gaze passed her and settled on Lachie.  “I need you.”
Lachie stepped around Maria, slow now, preparing himself.  “Righto.”
Joel placed his hand on Lachie’s chest as the man drew close.  “Can you fuckin’ do this?”
“Yes, I can fuckin’ do it,” the younger man snapped.
Joel did not look convinced.  He looked at Tess, torn.  He was the one riding out into the fray – who knew what they’d find and in what condition Tommy was in – but what was this?  The emotional complication of leaving Tess behind to do the dirty work?  Tommy had told Maria they had done this together, always together.
Tess pulled a pistol that she wasn’t supposed to have out the back of her jeans.  All weapons were meant to be checked;  this should’ve been surrendered when they came back from their ride.  She put it in Joel’s hand.
“Go bring Tommy home.”
Joel checked the load and kissed her quickly. 
“Let’s go,” he said to Maria. 
But Maria couldn’t leave right away.  Her responsibilities stretched further than Tommy.  So she hated herself and wasted time by finding someone a council member she trusted and relaying the information, instigating a call to arms that she insisted be kept quiet for as long as they could keep it that way.  They didn’t need a panic.  She hurried to Zahra’s clinic and brought her up to speed in as few words as possible, knowing they would need her level head, and rounded up a three more people she knew to be good in a fight.  Joel had the horses and weapons waiting for them at the gate by the time she’d set things in motion.  She felt guilty, riding away from it.  Jackson had detailed plans for what to do in this situation.  Maria had signed off on them all;  she was supposed to see these through.  But Jackson would have to look to itself for a little while. 
Maria had an appointment in Hoback.
Part Three
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calamitys-child · 1 year
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To preface: I don't know much at all about the wider ramifications of this and I don't particularly care to. I'm not American and I am not affected directly by this in any way im having a hard enough time with domestic politics rn and i only have so much brain space. I know he's a republican which is a word which is cool here but in the US means he's a cunt, and I do not condone major electoral fraud because democracy is good . That said. I think whatever the fuck this Santos guy is doing is extremely funny. You just don't get shit like this any more. Everything i hear about him is some patent medicine ass cowboy fuckin "moved to a new town told everyone my name was Steven from Wyoming and I was a doctor and now I get to just haphazardly dose people with morphine and get drunk all day and nobody will ever catch me for killing that guy in idaho" type shit. Absolutely unparalleled in the field of Just Saying Bullshit. They did a background check on me when I was applying for fucking Lidl how on earth do you get to Congress like this. Insane. Spectacular. Fuck this dude but my god the balls on him
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Um... Guys? Idaho and some of the other states are sending in their National Guard to Texas.......
I don't know what the fuck is going on, and I'm fuckin' scared.
What do I do?
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stargiirl27 · 11 months
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why did i act like i was a troubled starlet at fifteen i was living in fuckin idaho
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gondwana · 6 months
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bush doof? don’t you live in like fuckin uhhh idaho or something
Yeah It's Like, A Joke To Call Industrial Metal Techno Outdoor Party Night In Ohio A Bush Doof. a little gaff.
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