#gator and pearl

[dckweed]

THE NEXT THING YOU KNOW, gator tillman

in which gator tillman and his arranged bride figure out life and each other and what a real relationship means to them.

warnings: mentions and depictions of abuse, mentions of bruises, arranged marriages, romance, humor, dead parents, slow burn relationship (not completely but not not), basically we know the tillman men are asswipes so i 100% see Roy forcing gator into this kind of situation for money for his militia, eventual smut with kinks such as thigh riding, gun play, choking, spanking, lots of marking and possible spit play.

hello my loves! its been a bit but here we go! here's part five! please know that i am also open to drabble requests for this series! my inbox is open!

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PART FIVE: the ring and the church pews 

Saturday morning came round sooner than you would have liked it to, you had for once slept so well curled up into Gator’s side subconsciously that you didn’t want to get up, you wanted to bask in the well rested sleepiness of the darkness of his room, curtains drawn tight and his warm body and comforter surrounding you, but his sisters had other plans. The alarm clock had barely struck seven when his bedroom door was being flung open, feet pattering across the carpet. 

“Oh my god, Maude it’s not gross in here..” You heard Jessica whisper, though it was the loudest whisper you’d ever heard in your life. “There’s no boxers all over the floor..or stinky socks..she’s like Mary Poppins!” 

You snort at the comparison, having already been awake and raise your head so your chin is resting on Gator’s hard, toned stomach, looking at them through the dim light streaming in from the hallway. Gator was still snoring and you couldn’t have been bothered to lift yourself all the way up. “Whatcha need girls?” You ask, voice thick with sleepiness still. One of the twins jumps at the sound of your voice, not having expected you to be awake you assume. “You want breakfast?”

Maude, you think nods her head quickly and you barely see it. She must be the shy one, you realize. “We didn’t think you were awake yet..mama doesn’t let us in the kitchen alone,” She says, still in her pink pajama set. “Says we might burn the house down..thought we’d wake up Gator..” 

You hum, already sitting up some as Gator still snores beside you. “I’m already up, might as well get you two fed, huh?” You scoot gently down to the end of the bed, your feet not even touching the ground when you throw your legs over the edge. “Got a long day ahead of us trying on dresses..” 

The girls follow you out of the room, excitedly talking about the bridal shop and how they’d never been to one. You shut the door once they’re out of it, closing it gently to let Gator stay asleep before you follow them down the stairs. “French toast sound good?” You had made Gator buy the big thick bread yesterday at the store, and cinnamon creamer to soak it in to absorb the flavor. 

The smell of cooking food and brewing coffee fills the house, the sounds of bacon sizzling in a frying pan and cartoons on the television in the living room accompanied by giggles from two girls made you feel so calm and content, as if you were home. Something about it reminded you of weekend mornings with your mom before she married Boyd, before life as you had known it (happy and loving) had been snatched from you, replaced with cold, calm and collected, emptiness. 

You smile as a particularly fond memory of your mother making you breakfast plays in your mind, not hearing the shuffling steps into the kitchen, or the large, warm body behind you until his thick bicep is draped around you. “Whatcha makin’?” His voice is thick with sleep, his words followed by a yawn. You damn near drop the hot spatula you’re holding, heart racing. “Damn, you okay?” 

“Scared the shit outta me, Gator!” You half heartedly yell, glancing behind you with narrowed eyes. “I’m makin’ breakfast whats it look like dummy?” He rolls his eyes at you and nudges you out of his way, reaching up into the cabinet to grab a coffee mug from the top shelf. You don’t notice him grab two of them until he’s handing one to you, filled with coffee and a bit of creamer. “Thank you..”  You say, taking a sip. 

He hums in response, leaning against the counter next to you as you cook. “Girls bein’ a menace?” He asks, eyes trained on the living room doorway. You shake your head no, and he hums again, taking a long drink off of his mug before putting an electric vape to his lips. You scrunch your face in disgust and thankfully he doesn’t see it. “Ready for dress shopping?”

“Absolutely!” You say, face lighting up. “Boyd is bringing Tori and Lucy to the boutique so they can try on their dresses with your sisters while i look around for a gown..” You plate the bacon that had finished frying, carrying it off to the table. You don’t notice him following you with the plate of french toast in his free hand. “Gonna run his damn amex sky high today,” You giggle, thinking about it. It was truly your only form of revenge currently and you were just dying at the thought of what todays price tag is going to be. 

“‘atta  girl!” Gator drawls, going to corral his sisters to sit down for breakfast. 

The boutique is quaint but has a seemingly massive selection of gowns, you and the girls spend nearly two hours picking out dresses for them and while they’re trying them on (and showing them to Gator, keeping him too distracted to follow right along with you and your step-father), you’re in a different part of the store, picking out wedding dress options. Boyd is tailing you, making sure you’re picking out options that are suitable enough, he had a reputation to up-keek around town and wouldn’t let you spend his money on something outrageous looking, and when he’s satisfied with the pile you’ve gathered with his approval he turns on his heel with an order to bring your sisters home when you’re finished for the day before disappearing from the store. 

You breathe a sigh of relief, turning unhappily to the stack of dresses you had been left to choose from when you hear Gator. “You four all look pretty, how could I ever decide..” And you giggle because it was very obvious to you that he had stopped paying attention a while ago and was just appeasing them. The girls go back into their dressing rooms and your fiance turns to look at you, smile tugging at his lips before he starts heading towards you. He had been tense ever since Boyd decided to hang around, it was weird to see him suddenly relaxed as soon as he had left. “I’m gonna step out for a bit, go get coffee for us..” He says, giving you a kiss on the cheek which you assume is just for show to the person helping you with the dresses (it would look weird if you guys didn’t act in love as an engaged couple). You smile and nod, watching him go before turning back to the shop attendant. 

“Thank god, i was trying to think of a way to get him out of here so he wouldn’t see the dresses..” You laugh before following the woman into a large, empty dressing room. They may not have been dresses that you absolutely loved, but they were expensive none the less and you were bound determined to rack up a bill on the amex card. 

You don’t even realize that over an hour passes before you see Gator again, trying on and viewing several different dresses with the girls, whom all ooh’ed and ahh’ed over the white gowns that had been chosen. You were absolutely stuck on and surprisingly in love with one of the more expensive dresses (a win-win situation you supposed); a simple ivory satin gown that hugged your figure, but flared out loosely past your knees. It was a mermaid silhouette, without being completely tight down to your feet, it was perfectly simple and elegant all at the same time. The shoulder straps were made from genuine pearls, something you were certain aided in the price being so high that you got a little nervous looking at price tag. It looked stunning on you, and it needed minimal tailoring. 

You were just slipping back into your jean shorts and tshirt (why would you need to dress nice to go dress shopping?), telling the attendant that that would be what you were going to purchase the gown when the bell above the front door rang and the girls shouted “Gator!”. 

“Where’s Pearl?” You hear, and stick your head out of the dressing room, trying to pull your shorts on. “Oh, I’ll be right back girls..” He walks over towards the dressing room, and expecting him to stay outside, you pop your head back in, finishing buttoning your bottoms before slipping your sandals back on. 

“What too-” You start to ask, turning around. You’re greeted with his chest, not having noticed he had following you into the room and was standing right behind you. “Jesus Christ, Gator!” 

He narrows his eyes at you. “Don’t take the lords name in vain, baby..” He says with complete seriousness to the pint that you’re about to apologize when he speaks again. “I, uh..walked by a jewelry store on my way to the coffee shop, and I..realized that you’re kind of missing an important part of being engaged..” You furrow your brows at him, confused until he pulls a small black box from behind his back. “We’re going to Church tomorrow, and people are gonna ask if you don’t have one..” 

“Gator, I-” He puts a finger over your mouth to shush you, shaking his head at you. He opens the box and your eyes widen, tears welling up in your eyes. It was fucking beautiful, and probably fucking expensive, he spent all that money on a piece of jewelry for you and he barely even knew you. “Oh my god..” You breathed. “It’s beautiful..” 

Gator tsk’s at you, shaking his head. “Again with the takin’ his name in vain..” He’s being playful, you know and you can’t help but smack his chest lightly, glad that this is happening in somewhat privacy. “It’s almost two carats..whatever the fuck that means..thought you might like it because it’s real simple, you know?”

And you truly did. It was an oval cut diamond, set by itself on a simple gold band. It was absolutely gorgeous and even in the lighting of the dressing room it was absolutely sparkling. “Gator..” You look up at him as he takes your left hand in his, slipping the ring onto your ring finger. “Thank you..” You whisper, pushing up on your tiptoes to leave a lingering kiss to his cheek. 

“There..now it looks more legit..” He says, skin flushing where your lips had touched him. The moment is sweet and tender, and probably would have ended in the two of you kissing properly for the first time had your sisters’ voices not echoed in from outside. 

“Pearl! We’re hungry!” 

Gator has to pull you out of bed by your feet come Sunday morning, grumpily telling you to get your ass in gear and get a move on. Church started at 9, and you weren’t even out of bed yet at 8. You hadn’t been to church since your mother passed away, the last time you stepped foot inside of one was the day of her funeral when you and Boyd and the girls had gathered in the first pew with all of his friends and family behind you guys to talk about her and view her one last time before they would put her in the ground. You hadn’t particularly been looking forward to this part of the weekend, but it was one of the few things Gator had asked of you and you felt obligated to oblige, especially now that you were wearing what you were sure as an expensive diamond on your finger (he refused to tell you the price). 

Within fifteen minutes you’ve brushed out your hair, leaving it to hang below your shoulders as you slip on a yellow sundress. “Gator!” You holler from his bedroom, your suitcase thrown open on the floor as you danced around awkwardly in the middle of the room, one arm turned around behind you and the other reached over your shoulder as you tried to pull the zipper up on the back of your dress. “Gator!” You yell again, frustrated. 

You hear his heavy footsteps come stomping up the stairs and then the door creaking open. “The fuck are you doin’?!” He asks from the doorway, hands on his hips as he watches you do an awkward little dance in the middle of his room. You stomp one of your feet and mumble about how you can’t get the damned zipper to go up before he sighs and steps into the room to help you. “Stop squirmin’!” He smacks your shoulder lightly, trying to get you to stand still as he comes up behind you, one hand on your lower back, the other fingering the culprit of your frustration. He pulls it up with little effort his hands going up to your shoulders, rubbing them absentmindedly once he’s got it all the way closed. “Need’ta get goin’, gonna be late..” He murmurs, large hands massaging your shoulders. You hum at his words, leaning back against him a little sleepily, wanting to stand like that all day with him until Jessica comes into the room, asking if you thought her shoe’s matched her dress. 

The church is beautiful, old pews and hand stained windows with sunlight filtering through, you bask in the different colors being thrown off as the pastor gives his sermon, not paying attention to a damn bit of it. You focus mostly on the man next to you, his hand on your thigh in what some people would call an inappropriate manner as he listened intently to what was being spoken. He would lean towards his sisters every now and then, eyes never leaving the preacher as he asked them softly if they were following along or if they needed him to explain what the pastor might mean later. When the pastor was done, and the whole congregation had sung hymns that you honestly couldn’t believe you still remembered, you stood with Gator in the pew that he had chosen for you guys, shaking hands and greeting awestruck and disbelieving faces of people. 

“Hon, this is Coach Deans,” Gator says, a big proud smile on his face that made him look oh so beautifully handsome in that moment as he greeted the man with a hug and more warmth than you’d ever seen him give to his own father in the short time you’d known him. “My football coach all through highschool!” 

You smile graciously and take the mans hand, he catches your left in his own, inspecting the ring adorning your finger. “I have to say Gator, i thought the rumor going around town was just that..a rumor..” The man says, a big smile on his face. “Never thought I’d see the day..” He shakes his head and you wonder what the man means by that, but don’t ask, not wanting to interrupt their conversation. You leave Gator’s side for a brief moment, busying yourself with the girls and their small group of friends from other church going kids when you hear the question. “When’s the engagement party?” 

You and Gator share a look of absolute confusion, what the fuck is an engagement party? You both questioned silently, you shrug your shoulders and he gives a small shake of his head before turning back to his coach. 

You sigh, pulling your phone out to google what exactly an engagement party was and damn near start to cry in the middle of the church pews when you realize its yet another event for you plan alongside your quickly upcoming wedding. 

The two of you talk about it later that night in his room, you in his desk chair, head in your hands as he sprawls across the bed, nothing on but a white wife beater and some boxer shorts. The girls had gone to bed hours ago, and you guys had stayed up to plan an engagement party. “You’d think Boyd would have planned all this, or your father seeing as all of this is their doing anyway.” You pout, arms crossed over your chest as you stand up, overwhelmed with the details of everything that you had to do in the next few weeks. 

Gator makes a hum of agreement, eyes on the ceiling as you move about the room, finding yourself in front of the shelf that had the photos from his childhood on it, the ones with two different women in them and you just can’t help yourself anymore, you blurt out the question that had been plaguing you all weekend. “Gator?” He hums again  from his spot on the bed behind you, and you take the leap. “Who are these women in your photos?” He doesn’t answer for a while, and when you turn around you see he’s sitting up in the middle of the bed, legs pulled to his chest. He had a look on his face that you couldn’t decipher, a mix of pain and sadness and..anger. You’re about to tell him never mind, that you didn’t mean to overstep boundaries when he finally answers. 

“My mama,” He says so softly you think that you’re having auditory hallucinations. You see him swallow before he looks at you, pulling his legs closer to himself, as if he’s protecting something. “On the left..my actual mama..she..died, according to my dad.” He says, voice thick with whatever he’s feeling. “And on the right, Nadine..” You want to ask more, but don’t push him, you can tell it’s emotional for him and you didn’t want him to feel obligated to tell you about his childhood just because you were curious. “Sometimes i wish Nadine had been my actual Mama..she was better at it than she was..” A small smile tugs at the corner of his lips, and he looks up at you. “You remind me a lot of her y’know? Sh’woulda liked you alot..”

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[octoagentmiles]

i love ur octonauts safe foods post but that also brings the question: what are the octo-agents safe foods?

wonderful question my anonymous friend- apologies for the delay, please enjoy post 🤲:

Paani’s patties have nuts, seeds, and bugs in them, which all have kind of similar tastes—hear me out—they all taste nutty (yes, bugs have a nutty flavour, if you didn’t know), and possibly a little roasty or smokey depending on how they’re prepared. Paani’s safe foods probably consist of a lot of other grains, nuts, or butters (peanut butter, sunflower butter, almond/cashew butter, etc). He probably unironically enjoys pistachio ice cream. Can’t go wrong with a giant jug of straight up rainwater, either.

Tracker grew up the same way Barnacles did: In the Arctic with very little variety. So, their tastes are probably the same, or very similar. He enjoys simple flavours, and dishes with non-complicated seasoning. I also imagine he’s an extremely picky eater, despite being taught in the Polar Scouts to be prepared to “eat what you have to” in an emergency. He might like a couple obscure or odd things here and there, but other than that his palate is pretty limited. He likes knowing what to expect when he eats something (and in general), so he basically just eats the same foods over and over. He’s an EXPERT at cooking these foods.

Googled native Russian and Siberian cuisines for Natquik, and I’m seeing a lot of dough, pastry, soup, and salt (and a lot of other things, but they’re mostly meat and I’m going to pretend he’s vegetarian and so is everyone else, with the exceptions of Mr. Paani “The Bug Eater”, and Ms. Pearl “Eats Living Urchins Whole”). He loves savoury foods, as well as “earthy” flavours (below-ground vegetables, such as beets, potatoes, carrots (he might bond with Tweak over that one), or mushrooms) but can NOT tolerate spiciness at all; he’s worse than Barnacles in this regard. If he eats something too hot he will spit it out instantly, and be very dramatic about it. He also enjoys a cup of tea now and then, and he’s not picky about what kind; if it’s warm and got leaves in it, he’ll drink it.

I like to think that Calico Jack and Kwazii are alike in more ways than one thousand—and they probably have IDENTICAL tastes/safe foods. So, Jack loves sweets and sugars, but hates bitters. He hates citrus too (because he’s a cat), but has learned to tolerate it in all his years as a pirate. He chugs lemon juice like it’s milk, and he just ate a whole ghost pepper. You won’t catch him anywhere near a tangerine, though. (Disclaimer: Citrus is actually poisonous to cats in real life, which is why they hate it so much. This cat however, is fictional, and just thinks they’re icky.) CJ also canonically loves to cook and bake his own food, based on how many recipes he invented and passed down to Kwazii; such as pirate pie (real pie, see GBR for ingredients), pirate stew (main ingredient = kelp), and “pirate pie” (kelp and lima beans on toast), to name a few.

Ranger Marsh LOVES the Octonauts’ hot cocoa specifically, I don’t know if it’s the way the Vegimals make it, or what, but I’m taking this to mean the man is fan of chocolate. Dark chocolate. Meaning, he probably enjoys bitter things. Do not let him cook for Kwazii or Jack. I bet most of what he eats is foraged directly out of the Everglades’ thicket, so that would likely include weird and bitter berries, plants, and wild vegetables. I also headcanon that he taught Tweak how to make her famous chili, she just perfected it. Chili can taste like pretty much anything depending on how you season it, so you can bet he likes his extra bitter as well.

Okay now Pearl is probably the opposite of Shellington. I said that Shellington would enjoy intense or odd flavours (like extra hot sauce on cake), but dislike salty-anything because it reminds him of red urchin. He learned to like strange foods, as a result of being allergic to his species’ main source of nourishment (shellfish). Since Pearl didn’t have this problem, she didn’t need to branch out her plate; and thus would love salty things because it’s what she’s used to. She might dislike overly sour or sweet things, or generally “unnatural” or artificial foods. She’s probably not much of a chef, considering most of what she eats is stuff she literally picks off the seafloor.

Apparently a red panda’s diet is 95% bamboo, soooooooooooooooo... I guess that answers Min. She probably eats a ton of those bamboo biscuits, and that might literally be all. Bamboo tastes earthy, nutty, and slightly sweet, so if she were to expand her menu, she’d probably eat foods with similar tastes, or anything that has a good crunch to it. Y’know what? I bet she’d love a Paani Patty.

Ryla literally ate bat droppings covered in moss. Granted, the “droppings” were berries, but still. I don’t think she’s very picky. She doesn’t have any “safe foods”, because she’s a hardcore survivalist—she’ll eat ANYTHING (unless it’s poisonous then she’ll only eat it once). Wombats are strict herbivores, so she probably enjoys a good salad when she's not fighting for her life in a cave.

I think Koshi and Pinto are both stereotypical kids, who'll gladly inhale anything with sugar in it. Pinto specifically might have similar tastes to Peso, in which he'll also just eat... literally anything. Especially if it's weird looking. Koshi is a bit more sensitive to strong smells, so she'll only eat what she likes the smell of. She doesn't seem like someone who likes trying new foods, either. She likes sweet, or bland simple tastes.

#gonna try to get some old asks answered bc i'm feeling suddenly motivated #✨✨ #octonauts #ask #long post #food cw #octonauts above and beyond #octonauts headcanons #i wonder if they're ever going to address paani's bug consumption #like the other octonauts are clearly bothered by it but they're still nice to him about it #i just think it'd be neat if someone finally said something like ''bro my friend is in ur cookie'' hdSDJK ok not like that but ykwim?? lmao #i don't think he's out here hunting bugs (probably) but he IS making these patties himself. so he is at least finding these poor bugs #and picking them up. and throwing them in cookie batter. like???? my guy- #anyway. shout out to natquik for having the exact opposite taste buds as me sdfgh #in his defense he probly lived on rations for 30 years. let the man enjoy his bread and veggies <3 #for ranger marsh i ran to the alligator-shark ep to hear what he said was in the marshmallows. but all he said was: #''they've got everything gators like t' eat.'' #and uh. now i have questions. but idk if i want the answers- #pearl would lick a salt lamp and not regret it #imagine dashi taking pinto for a day‚ and peso taking koshi- they'd literally not know what to feed them fjdfhdk #ask to tag

[lyledebeast]

I have now watched X, or Kindly Pornographers Brutally Murdered While Trying to Assist the Elderly.

#x 2022 #ti west #x spoilers #seriously though #jackson and bobby-lynne in particularly went out of their way to help #and what did it get them? #feeding the gator! #and the pearl wants more #i know i killed your boyfriend #and all your coworkers #but help an old lady out!

[sohannabarberaesque]

Poetry Corner

So what would it take for Peter Potamus to find rather fascinating specimens of pearl, mother-of-pearl even, during some diving during his Polynesia Uncharted adventures among native divers in their nakedness, and manage to come out unschathed (not to mention well-liked)?

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What more might gladden Kwicky Koala's heart than to find such so dependent on the road life being given packets of Arnott's Vita-Weat crispbreads with advice to try such with cheese spread such as Laughing Cow or Kaukauna Klub as a snack while out on the road?

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One summery afternoon.

Three closely-involved characters: Wally Gator. Lippy the Lion and Hardy Har-Har. Touché Turtle and Dum-Dum.

Some springs connecting to a Florida bayou.

Add some jet skis, and just let the action commence, with Wally in the lead.

And imagine how far things can go from the get-go.

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[gwasgy]

They kept putting mia on those long shots and she fucking got it

#pearl is a good fun sad movie #the kills are a little? dreamy #i would say #that would be from her perspective then. to pearl theyre just dolls and their blood is cartoon red and the pieces just come apart #feed em to the gator yeah sure #the dead animal on a pitchfork has some tasteful blood on the side. its head just flops around. the colors are so bright and vibrant #quirky intro dead animal ah the gator :) chomp :) #poor howard. they sure managed to keep going though they made it in the long run

[dizzymoods]

During the Troubles, Civil Rights Leaders went to Ireland to learn about the plight of the Irish people and to support their fight against colonialism.

Standing on the success of their nonviolent principles which led to civil liberties here (to whatever degree the CRM was successful) and in their ignorance of the history of Ireland, they tried to get the IRA to adopt nonviolent, peaceful civil disobedience.

At the end of their tour of Belfast, where they learned the history and politics of Irish resistance, all of them come to the conclusion that here violence is necessary. The Irish have exhausted all other means including nonviolent ones. Even if some of the CRM leaders maintained nonviolence as paramount, they understood that certain exceptions must be made because — regardless of if they approve of violence or not — their job is to support colonized people and follow their lead.

There is a lesson here that we should apply to the Palestinian struggle.

I’ve seen people pearl clutch over seeing so many dead Palestinians as part of the colonial violence of the camera. This misses the point of why those images are being shared.

Last decade many Black americans, myself included, talked about the commodification of Black death. videos of state murder plastered on every news channel 24/7, going viral across social media platforms connected to the legacy of lynching postcards and gator bait. We demonstrated that those videos rarely got an indictment and only once a conviction. Many of the families of these victims of police murder made it clear they don’t want the image of their loved one to be of death. The reason why we share Michael Brown’s graduation photo instead of the photo of his corpse is because Lesley McSpadden demanded it. With all this in mind, we understand that in most cases the sharing of those images are antiblack.

The Palestinians do not have that history. The Nakba never happened, despite israelis calling this the second Nakba. genocide joe said 40 israeli babies were beheaded after it was found out that the story was some wingnut footsoldier’s lie, not even official israeli hasbara. It was like 2 weeks ago that genocide joe said the number of murdered Palestinians (at the time around 5,000 Palestinians were martyred — the number is now over 10,000) was a Hamas lie.

Linguistically there is no murdered Palestinian. All the headlines read “x amount of israelis killed and some palestinians died”. visually there is no dead Palestinian. official israeli hasbara is trying to flood social media with videos of patient-actors getting into place in Indonesian medical training programs to “debunk” the countless videos of martyred Palestinians.

The denial of the scale of israel’s genocide of the Palestinians is so bad that reporters in Gaza are holding dead children in front of press cameras because Palestinians do not die and are not murdered.

The profit motive of these images is actually in their absence. not their over saturation like with Black americans. The west needs israel as a destabilizing force in the middle east. The strategy of the western media then is to bury these images, to not give them a second of attention. So logically the Palestinian strategy is to proliferate these images to show just how horrifying israel’s crimes are.

Two things can be true at the same time; what works for you doesn’t necessarily work for me etc.

The other thing i’m seeing are liberal frameworks to understand genocide. Of particular ire is desirability politics. *jujubee voice* just say white supremacy.

Desirability is tertiary at best. israel is genociding Palestinians because they want control over Gaza and the West Bank (and Lebanon too). They are not genociding Palestinians because Palestinians are “undesirable.” They make Palestinians undesirable to justify taking their land. Talking about this psychoanalytic bullshit distracts from the primary reason for the displacement and mass murder of Palestinians: the taking of their land.

~*desirability*~ is just one way that israel tries to justify its crimes. Desirability is a circular logic that can only make sense once you manufacture its premise irl. It means nothing without the material conditions it claims are true. Its super easy to call someone an animal after you put them in a cage. It’s super easy to call a people dirty savages after you restrict their access to water. It’s super easy to call someone violent after you sequester them in small, barely livable spaces and stress them with bombings and check points.

It’s also — there’s a way in which opposition to something reifies the very thing that you oppose. Toni Morrison continues to beat everybody’s ass. What does it do when you see a baby with half a skull and say “this happened because she is undesirable”? Undesirable to whom? Not me.

Palestinians are not so passive as to oppose white supremacy and desirability. The Palestinian people are a proactive people. Palestine is the issue. Palestine has a people. Palestine has an ecology. Palestine has life. Palestine is life. Palestinians fight for life. life can neither exist nor blossom under white supremacy.

Any analysis that does not begin with this is a distraction. And distractions only benefit the colonizers.

[bingusbongu]

Masterlist/characters ill write for!

The amazing digital circus

- Caine

- Jax

Prankster reader

- Ragatha

-Pomni

- Zooble

-Gangle (PLATONIC)

-Kinger (PLATONIC)

Rottmnt

- Raphael

Dragon Reader

- Leonardo

Dragon Reader || Dating Hcs

- Donatello

Dragon reader || Robo babies

- Michelangelo

Dragon reader

- April

Villainous

- Dr. Flug

Relationship hcs (old) || Fem Witch reader || Blackhats Assistant || Dating hcs

- Demencia

Fiesty/sweet Hero Reader

- Blackhat

Kitty

FNAF

- Glamrock Freddy

-Glamrock Montgomery Gator

- Glamrock Chica

- Glamrock Roxanne wolf

- Sundrop

Dating Hcs || Imagines

- Moondrop

Dating Hcs || Imagines

- Eclipse

- Mike Schmidt

- Gregory (PLATONIC)

- Cassie (PLATONIC)

Undertale

- Sans (Au's included)

- Papyrus (Au's included)

Obey me! Shall we date?

- Mammon

- Lucifer

Timid reader

- Leviathan

- Satan

- Asmodeus

- Beezlebub

- Belphagor

- Diavolo

- Barbados

- Simeon

- Luke (PLATONIC)

The Arcana

-Asra

-Julian

- Nadia

-Lucio

- Portia

- Muriel

Cookie run

- Dark enchantress Cookie

- pure vanilla cookie

- Golden Cheese Cookie

- Dark Cacao Cookie

- Hollyberry Cookie

- Pitaya Dragon Cookie

- Black Pearl Cookie

- Shining Glitter Cookie

- Crimson Coral Cookie

- Royal Margarine Cookie

Shy reader

- Red Velvet Cookie

- Latte Cookie

- Licorice Cookie

- Schwarzwälder

- Esspresso cookie

- Black Raisin Cookie

- Wildberry Cookie

- Almond Cookie

MLP

- Twilight Sparkle

- pinkie pie

- Apple jack

- Fluttershy

- Rarity

- Rainbow Dash

- Discord

-Princess Celestia

-Princess Luna

Hazbin Hotel/Helluva boss

- Alastor

New sinner reader

- Husk

- Angel dust

- Sir Pentious

- vox

- baxter

- Blitzø

- Loona

- Stolas

The Owl House

- Eda the Owl Lady

- Raine Whispers

- Lilith Clawthorn

- Luz

Discord reader

- Willow

Discord reader

- Gus

Discord reader

- Hunter

Discord reader

- Amity

Discord Reader

- Vee

Beastars

- Legoshi

Male Lion reader

- Haru

- Louis

- Juno

- Jack

Wings of Fire

- Clay

- Tsunami

- Glory

- Sunny

- Starflight

- Moonwatcher

- kinkajou (PLATONIC)

- Peril

- turtle

- Winter

- Qibli

- Blue

- Cricket

All characters are created by a different person, not me, please give him credit

I do plan on adding more in the future!!!!!

Hope this helps and give you some ideas!!!!!

Fyi: my writings alittle rusty, so pleade bare with me! I wont get to you automatically!

#undertale x reader #tadc x reader #fnaf x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #helluva boss x reader #wof #mlp x reader #obey me x reader #the arcana x reader #villainous x reader #x reader #headcanons #writing masterlist #beastars x reader #toh x reader #cookie run x reader #rottmnt x reader

[glitchadeli]

If you saw my last post - then you'll understand why I'm making this one!! Plus I'm showing off the amazing art by my friend Nere - I'm here to explain all my Next Gen's partners!! (Pearl and Kid's partners will just have to be explained later though.... sorry Kin and Otto.) I've added the chart again so you know the names of everyone in case for some reason it got confusing.. anyway!! ~ "Glitch, what did you mean in that last post that you couldn't have Guy and Darwin together?" ... welp I guess now's a good time to introduce the Next Gen's partners!! Starting with Pig. (Pig in a blanket Dog). If you remember in the show Guy said he was "born attached to his two brothers" - yeah. Echo and I have named them "Hot Dog Dude" and "Hot Dog Man". Dude ended up with a teen pregnancy (17, same age as Gum) which resulted in Pig being born. But Dude wasn't the best parent and didn't really want the responsibility.. so Guy stepped up. Ends becoming more of a father to his nephew than Dude ever was. Guy even legally adopts Pig at some point, and Pig sees Dude as more of an 'uncle' instead. (I'm sure that's confusing but idk man, it is what it is.) Anywaysss - Pig ends up with Zipper!! ("Childhood friends to Lovers” trope). Very sappy and in love!! The reason I didn't wanna put Guy with Darwin is because well.. Zip is Darwin's nephew. Wouldn't it be odd if your uncle is dating your boyfriend's dad...? ("Glitch, Guy isn't biologically Pig's dad though?" - I know, but it's.. the principal.. okay???) So I figured it's just easier to keep Guy and Dar as good friends. (I say all this as if there isn't confusing stuff later.. I'LL GET TO IT.) - Moving on; Leonard (Lenny) is obviously; Larry and Karen's son! (I did make a post recently saying that Larry is also married to Small, yep that's still true. Go read that post if you're confused though. Lenny ends up with Cas!! ("Friends to Lovers" trope. Yes all the GR kids have a 'romance trope' with their relationships cause I think it's fun!) -

Continuing down the line - Cosette ends up with Wessley. He is just an Oc with OC parents. Isn't a next gen of anyone in canon so there's not much to explain there. (their 'trope' is the "Coffee Shop Romance" btw!) I don't have much to say about them other than I love them!! (I love all my next gen ships.)

- Nezt up is Elliot who ends up with a boy named Rodney (Rod)! He is the son of "Shooting Star" (which I just say at this point is his name. Another Hot Dog Guy situation lol) As for Rodney's mom? She was an anonymous surrogate. I know who she is (yes it's another bg character, I'm sure you could figure out which one.) Rod plays a pivotal role in Eli's life, and ironically their 'trope' is "Second Chances''. They go through trials and errors but work though it <33 - Aaaaand finally for the twins; Roe ends up with Nimble and Rem ends up with a girl named Lei! Nimble is a fictional lizard/gator thing, a species I made up and still don't have a name for :') Nim was an orphan but eventually adopted by some of Cas' classmates (who, are adults at this point and are Oc's so no canon characters again.) Roe and Nim are the classic "Enimies to Lover's" trope - just like GumRob! Nim was Roe's 'nemesis' (it was more of a one sided thing. Roe hated Nim way more than Nim could ever hate Roe LMAO). Took Roe a while to even ADMIT he had any feelings for Nim. (Of course the whole fam teased him about it.) -

Rem ends up with Lei - the daughter of Chi Chi and LeXing. ("Who's LeXing?" - does Miracle Star sound familiar? If not, Miracle Star was the carbon copy of TAWoG which then inspired the "Copycats" episode that Chi Chi starred in.) Yeah, Chi Chi wasn't happy to hear his daughter was with a Watterson so their 'trope' is "Forbidden Lovers" but that's a much more dramatic title. Chi Chi was not happy in the slightest.. but it wasn't like he didn't allow them to date, ya know? - I hope this gives some insight on these guys ;v; and PLEASE go check out my friend Nere, the one who drew the 6 images of all the GR kids and their partners <33

(I might add more later)

#the amazing world of gumball #tawog #glitch's next gen tawog #my next gen #gumrob #tawog gumball #tawog rob #gumball watterson #rob tawog #darwin watterson

[rexbalistidae]

It’s yapping time!!!

I don’t think candide was a well liked kid, neither by her peers or parents. She’s smart but talks a lot about dinosaurs and lizards and no one wants to be around her bc she’s also just kind of mean. Mean in the sense that she acts like she’s smarter and better than everyone else when she really doesn’t mean to come off that way. I think she lived in Florida, I mean there’s a lot of reptiles here (mostly invasive ones like brown anoles, pythons, and iguanas). She was probably one of those kids that either just read or picked up lizards at recess.

Everything would’ve gone better for her if she didn’t join shadow buisness and just ended up at gator land. All of this came to me as I listened to Daughter by Pearl Jam over and over.

Unrelated I think non Floridians assume that gators are a big problem down here, not really. I see a gator in person once every few months and it’s only bc I live by lakes. And they just lay around really. The real big problem are brown anole lizards. And iguanas for the ppl around Miami.

#art #sillyposting #clone high #candide sampson #tophabe slander #florida #shoutout to the 10 people who actually like candide #i love you candide sampson fandom

[names-for-alters]

Hello one and all, alters and headmates! I am Charlie! I like to make lists! I also hoard names! Are you looking for a name? GREAT! You can send an ask and request a specific aesthetic or origin of name, or you can look at my list!

With that said…

…Cracks knuckles…

Findo Tach Tails Flicker Tracer Kat Iris Blu Brick Arlo Sammy Artie Finn Stein Aleksandr Vora Olive Luna Nyx Cyrus Qrow Orian Cello Onyx Skye Grim Opal Dawn Azure Fish Bones Poppy Bronze Eggs Sparky Specs Snickers Trout Navi Bingo Chili Bandit Stripe Busker Socks Brandy Frisky Winston Lucky Chucky Bently Judo Rusty Max Honey Indie Calypso Striker Merle Moxxie Vex Ant Bugger Bee Spider Tails Hook Indigo Amber Coco Coral Scarlet Ivory Jade Ruby Emerald Chuck Loden Copper Hamelin Neo Shepard Cinnamon Visor Macalister Soul Hack Hiccup Flynn Rider Astrid Jay Raven Robyn Bolt Dagger Viper Tracer Cornwall Flock Sapphire Crystal Ghost Mochi Trick Catra Rose Raven Flip Chani Racket Red Crimson Dragon Runt Scotch Tellie Gator Croc Crow Goat Duck Creeper Kuma Jet Jeep Draco Poppy Sombra Raine Squish Spike Blaze Ender Drake Sandy MK PJ DJ CJ MJ King Creak Shadow Clay Dusty Miles Dart Willow Antonius Husk Moth Cypher Jin Yin Yang Daisy Gray / Grey Alistair Halo Angel Cake Fennec Fox Null Lull Bastion Lucky Sun Star Cosmo Tweety Vox Nerys Sonic Bark Birch Oak Cherry Blossom Peaches Velvet Shell Coffee Valley Fang Moot Redpath Pudding X V Jr Ether Fig Trunk Joy Frogger Snowflake Snowball Snow Jumper Racket Flare Vendetta Loonie Coin Six Eleven Tropica Stelina Mojave Ink Sud Fender Zero Pollen Wysteria Page Ozias Rex Tortch Buck Nickel Stripe Lynch Tramp Wolf Pup Tank Jhariah Kharma Zenith Sparrow Prism Lemon Mune Lamb Pyke Diamond Parker Graves Fizz Nugget Melody Tink Blight Fangless Ambress Vulture Eclipse Luka Bangle Constance Constantine Sommar Babble Clank Bobble Chipper Aidan Slate Tin Twire Zephyr Silver Misty Faunus Atlas Birdie Brook Cedar Chip Coal Daisy Ember Faye Fate Fern Flint Harmony Helios Ivy Junx Kit Lyria Phoebe Piper Lady Beacon Elos Rumble Ida Cross Zed Scootie Smidge Clauger Happy Sonny Hath Soldier River Song Clawtor Videl Legen Onen Chunk Reid Pop Cobra Cash Clover Saris Volante Donna Belladonna Gale Chopper Morphias Vidia Loft Kape Levi Licker Howl Dustin Newt Creek Breezy Polaris Blight Archer Sirius Warren Dream Goon Cookie Ranger Amity Jericho Viggo Besko Asra Alice Olaf Mossfeld Issic Missy Rascal Creasy Nonya Hex Pita Miguel Manuel Rayburn Daisy Dash Lucky Becky Steele Cylo Featherstone Kingston Netherfield Reacher Saltburn Quick Rubble Dust Brimstone Humble Ado Grover Norvanos Leshy Blade Cooper Calcium

Leo

Leonardo

Lebony

Silver

Linzier

Pearl

blackberry

Tatin

Bud

Raphael

Pebble

Mina

Linda

Oolong

Daeo/Dayo/Dao

Inco

Ketlyn

Risa

Ines

Lora

Flock

Lux

Rix

Reah

Destinty

Bet

Ange

Krixa

Lalien

Gloom

Bug

Rozy

Mars

Screech

Jenny

Robert

Patrick

Pierre Rosemary

Henderson

Mayfield

Sinclair

Sullivan

Hart

Solace

Daughtler

Stoll

Gatlin

Yearwood

Amos

Graves

Rothschild

Halley

Spektor

Presley

Redd

Blackwood

Notvletti

Valerie

Milo

Marian

Lychee

Aiden

Nova

Vel

Bel

Yuri

Puro

Pluto

Ramona

Angel

Nada

Shen

Mog

Hania

Udge

Kinetic

Kikos Wathel

Dupa

Sierre

Jimor

Teddy

coc

Scara

River

Shade

Foenem

Duck

Emily

Toast

Reunna

Ichigo

Rae

Sonic

MoonL

Lennus

cabaran

Marto

Leveer

Granite

#alter names #names for alters #osdd #did #endo neutral #names #list of names #random names #good names #introjects #osddid #fictives #need names? I got names #name hoard #name requests #names for you

[dckweed]

NEXT THING YOU KNOW, gator tillman

in which gator tillman and his arranged bride figure out life and each other and what a real relationship means to them.

warnings: mentions and depictions of abuse, mentions of bruises, arranged marriages, romance, humor, dead parents, slow burn relationship (not completely but not not), basically we know the tillman men are asswipes so i 100% see Roy forcing gator into this kind of situation for money for his militia, eventual smut with kinks such as thigh riding, gun play, choking, spanking, lots of marking and possible spit play.

p.s. if y'all ever wanted to send in little rambles or drabble ideas for pearlie and gator to my ask box feel free to my babes, i love interaction with my readers! or even if you wanted to just ask me questions to get to know me!

song in the last scene is somebody's heartbreak - hunter hayes

series masterlist here, series playlist here.

PART FOUR: the weekend, pt 2

Friday. 

Your first night in the Tillman house was quiet to say the least. After picking up Jessica and Maude from their school, both of them clambering into Gator’s truck (he had insisted on taking his own so that he could be the sole driver) with slight grumbles, they were used to their mom picking them up, and even Roy on special occasions, they perked up when they realized that their older brothers wife to be was in the passenger seat. 

“Are you really going to marry him?” Maude, or maybe it was Jessica you weren’t sure how to tell them apart just yet, asked with wide, curious eyes that glanced between you and her big brother. Gator turns half cocked in his seat to give a dirty look to the offending twin. “What? You’re gross.” She muttered, resigning to buckling her seatbelt. 

You couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up in your throat or the grin that spread across your lips. “She’s not wrong,” You giggle when he gives you an equally offended look. “I’ve seen your bedroom!” 

Gator rolls his eyes at you but smiles anyway, asking the girls what they wanted for supper. 

He had made supper while you helped the girls with their homework, it was an oddly domestic experience that you basked in, as was holding his hand while he said grace before everyone dug into the sloppy mess of what you quickly gathered was about the only thing he was capable of cooking, pasta. 

He had left for work not too long after that, leaving with a hurried and wet kiss to your cheek and a stern look at his sisters to behave themselves, a reminder to lock the doors after he was gone, and to text him if he needed anything, to which you had called out to him that he would have to actually respond too. He simply flips you off as he walks down the steps of the porch. 

The girls were an absolute joy, much like your own little sisters. You could tell that they were sweet but that they absolutely enjoyed getting under their older siblings skin whenever they could and you couldn’t say you blamed them, he seemed like he could be a hard ass from time to time. 

When they were off to bed you were left alone to your own devices, exploring what bit of the house you felt comfortable enough to while you were alone, cleaning up after you and the girls’ evening and even cleaning up some of Gator’s room, at least cleaning the mess off of the floor. 

Eventually, it was late enough that your eyes felt heavy and you could barely hold your head up, you had busied yourself with wedding planning and looking at the photos that littered your fiance’s room, questions racing through your mind about who the women were in them as you explored. You hadn’t been paying attention to the time and were surprised to find that it was after three am, and that Gator had texted you around midnight. 

GATOR: how’s everything?

The girls go to bed okay?

Are you asleep?

Something about the string of messages, sent only a few minutes apart made you smile. And then you laughed when you realized that you were the one not responding now. Although in your defense, the messages had been sent when you had been downstairs putting a load of his laundry in the machine, having found a container of detergent on his closet floor, different from the kind that you noticed was downstairs. You hadn’t though to check the phone when you had come back up. 

Now that you were in his bed, under his comforter and breathing in his scent that was all over the pillows and sheets, you felt oddly relaxed. Smirking, you open your phone and pull up your camera, giving a slightly sultry face as you snapped a clear pick of you in his bed, one of your pert nipples hardened and showing through the thing fabric of your sorry excuse for a tank top. 

You attach the photo to a message and send it to him. 

YOU: nice and cozy 

You see him open the message, the little bubbles start moving like he’s typing something to you, and then they stop and you laugh, tossing the phone onto the pillow next to you and rolling onto your side. You close your eyes and you’re close to falling asleep when you hear it ping with a new message. 

GATOR: the hell are you doin’ up so late?

You pout. You expected a reaction to the photo you sent, at the very least an acknowledgement to it and you have to admit you're a little upset that he didn't. Were you over reading things? Did he not like you like that? You had thought that you were friendly enough to send flirty messages back and forth, especially given the way he had stared at your tits before he had even spoken to you, why wouldn't he give a response to the photo? 

Deciding to brush it off, you roll your eyes and snap a picture of the floor off the side of his bed, it gave a clear shot of the rug in front of it that was previously messy. 

YOU: keeping myself busy Deputy, your room was calling to me 

You send it and you don't bother to wait and see if he opens it, closing your eyes to try and get some kind of sleep. 

A couple hours later you wake to a God awful screeching in your ears, scaring you so badly you bit your head on the wall as you jump into a sitting position. It's coming from the nightstand next to the bed, closest to the pillow that smells the most like Gator. His fucking alarm clock bleating in your ears at goddamn six in the morning. 

“Two fucking hours of sleep.” You grumble, kicking your legs angrily as you try to get the comforter off of your body. “Jesus Gator, why's it so fucking cold in here?!” You whine outloud, arms folded over your chest as stomp your way to his closet, pulling his thick robe out and tying it around your waist. He's much bigger than you, it hangs to your feet and the cuffs fall over hands. You probably looked stupid but you didn't care, it was the warmest thing you could find. 

You remember that it's Friday, and the girls have school so you open the door of his bedroom and shuffle across the hallway to the girls’. You peek your head in and one of them is just starting to stirr in their bed. 

“Hey girls,” You say, soft but loud as you walk between their beds. The one on the left is the one already stirring, Maude you think. She rubs her eyes as you sit down on the edge of Jessica's bed, giving the girl a soft shake. “time to get up and get ready for school okay? Don't want your mama and daddy getting upset with me because you're late..” 

You would probably never hear the end of it from Karen. And you certainly wouldn't feel the end of it from Boyd if she ran her mouth to him about it. 

Jessica comes to with a little more persistence on your end and you make sure they're actually up and shuffling to the bathroom to brush their hair and teeth before you leave them alone, headed downstairs to make breakfast. 

You whip up a quick eggs and toast situation, and pour them some orange juice and wonder how the hell they're so perky when they come down the stairs and sit in their chairs. 

“Where's Gator?” Jessica asks, taking a big gulp of her juice. “He's usually home by now, I wonder if he got to arrest someone..I wonder if he'll have a cool story for us!” 

You shrug, sipping on your own juice. “I'm sure he's on his way, sweetie..” You say, keeping an eye on the time. You have just enough time to do the dishes and leave a plate out for Gator before you have to take them to school. 

You drive in his robe, planning to go back to the house and sleep for a little longer, the sleepless nights at Boyd's finally catching up to you. You promise to pick them up in your Jeep this afternoon, and to make them something other than spaghetti for supper too and make the drive back to the ranch. 

Gator's squad car is in the drive when you park, his plate of eggs eaten and sat neatly in the sink. You don't stop to wash it, too tired as you drag your feet up the staircase and into the upstairs hallway. His bedroom door is closed, and when you open it you find him sprawled on his stomach on the bed, nothing on but his boxer shorts. He's snoring lightly, and you know he must be exhausted to already be asleep as he couldn't have been home long. 

“Ugh, boys.” You grumble, tripping over his work boots that were laid in the middle of the floor, one stood up right and the other tossed unceremoniously on its side. His tactical vest is at least on the back of his desk chair, his thigh holster with the gun still inside of it placed on the desktop. You crouch and pick up his camouflage pants and his skin tight black shirt, tossing them in the empty laundry hamper in the closet before hanging the robe back up. 

Without much more thought you crawl into the bed next to Gator, getting comfortable next to his warm body and falling asleep again within minutes. 

Gator wakes a couple of hours later to warm breath in his face and weight across his chest. He's groggy and it takes him a moment to realize that it's you. Sometime between him coming home and going to bed, you had also come home and had crawled into bed with him, somehow winding up laying partially on top of him. 

You look so peaceful when you sleep, your lips parted and your face so uncaring. You were laying on your back, one arm thrown over his chest. He can't help but to guiltily look down, eyes roaming over your chest. He kept it pretty cool in his room, and it was clear your body was reacting to it by the way your hardened nipples poked through your flimsy tank top that obviously barely covered your tits to begin with. He stifled a groan when he felt himself getting hard, same as he had last night when you'd sent him that goddamn photo. God, he had practically cum in his pants when he'd seen it, but he didn't think you could have possibly meant it in any other way than just to be playful in response to his text. 

He had had to jerk off to it only a few hours ago, and now that he had you in his bed with him and he got to look at the real thing? Fuck, he couldn't get to the bathroom fast enough. 

Gently moving out from under your arm, he sits up, his elbow brushing the fabric of your tank top as he stands. He glances back at you once he's on his feet, one hand clutched on the comforter as you squirm around, his eyes locking onto discolored flesh on the upper part of your rib cage peeking out from the bit of your shirt he had accidentally moved. It was a violent shade of green with a little tinge of purple. 

Hard on long forgotten he reaches a steady hand out and gently pushes the top up father, exposing the bottom of your tit to his eyes, and the rest of a large, angry bruise that looked like it wrapped around your entire front. 

“Jesus fuck..” His first thought was that his father had done something to you, hit you with his horse whip maybe when you were alone yesterday, but he knew he wouldn't. Not yet, not until your last name was legally Tillman and he felt entitled to you. The bruise was too old for that anyway, his next thought was maybe some sonofabitch from school. Anger welled up inside of him. He was angry that some dickhead had marked up his fiance, angry that his bride was walking around with these bruises and he had no idea who put them there. Angry that he wasn't there to stop it, to put that fucker in the back of his squad car, or better yet, twenty feet in the fucking ground out in some forgotten field on the fucking ranch. 

With shaking, but gentle hands he shakes your shoulders. “Pearl,” He whispers, you groan in response, kicking your feet as if trying to push him away. “Pearlie, hon, wake up..need'ta ask you somethin’” 

You're groggy, eyesight swimming as you slowly open your eyes. “Mmm was'uh matter?” You ask, barely registering the shaking hands gripping your shoulders. You see a funny look on Gator's face, something between pain and sadness and rage and that's what wakes you up, wondering what had happened. “Gator? What's wrong?” You try to sit up but his strong hands keep you pinned down. “Ga-”

“Who hurt you?” His voice is strained, and you feel his fingers grip your shoulders tightly as he looks down at your..oh. He must have seen the bruises left over from Boyd's lashing. “Pearlie, honey, who fuckin’ did this to you?” His voice is a whisper but it holds so many emotions in it, sadness and pain, and anger that for once in your life isn't directed at you. Maybe it's because you're groggy still, or maybe because he's just so damn gentle in the way he asks it, the way he's holding your shoulders but you feel your lip start to quiver and before you know it, a sob is breaking from your chest. 

Gator doesn’t particularly know what to do when your entire body shakes with the force of your crying, his hands moving from your shoulders to let your sit up, your shirt riding down over the godforsaken bruise. It was your own fault, for wearing something so short, you realized. But it was also Boyd’s fault for hitting you in the first place. Sobs wracked your body as your mind started working, were you relieved? Scared? You had never had to tell anyone about what was going on at home before, you had always hidden it so well from everyone, including your own mother and now? You had to tell him, Gator wasn’t going to take ‘don’t worry about it’ as an answer, you may have only known him and been engaged for a week but you knew him enough to know that that wasn’t his style. You were as much a Tillman now as you were an Augastine, you were his to protect, to keep safe. 

For how long you cry, you’re not sure, but at some point it gets bad enough that Gator sits down with you, strong arms wrapped around your body, pulling your head into his bare chest. You tears left a wet mess in the smattering of hair that lay between his pecs, his fingers rubbing small circles in your hair as he whispered soothing words into the top of your head. “It’s okay, hon..” He would say, over and over again. “It won’t ever happen again, Pearlie girl..” Occasionally thrown in, and from the way he spoke it, the way his body felt underneath of you when the words left his mouth, you knew he was telling the truth. “I promise you’re safe with me..won’t ever hurt you..” He had whispered a few times, and you swore he was crying too. 

The tears stop after a while, and your heart stops racing, your body no longer shaking. He doesn’t let you go though, and in all honesty, you don’t want him to. “Boyd..” You say finally, giving a small sniffle after the word. Your voice was so small, cracked with emotion that you weren’t sure he had heard it at first until you felt the way his arms tightened around you, almost to the point of being uncomfortable. 

He breathes out of his nose, trying to calm the rage boiling inside of him at your words. He tries to focus on you in his arms, keeping you safe and comfortable while you tell him this. Your voice sounded pained and he couldn’t say he blamed you. “For how long?” He asks, eyes squeezing closed as images of the man hitting you filled his mind. “How long has he been doing this to you?” 

You sniffle again, bringing one of your hands up to squeeze his forearm, trying to comfort your comforter. “Ten years..” You say, breath catching as he lets out a pained sound. “Minus the four years i was at boarding school..except for when i would come home on breaks..” 

Gator doesn’t want to keep pushing you, pushing himself. He was really testing his own limits right now, everything in his body was telling him to go hunt that man down, give him a taste of his own medicine, but his mind was telling him not to. That you needed him. He breathes out a low sigh, breath shaky as he kisses the top of your head, breathing in the smell of your expensive ass shampoo. “Okay..why don’t you go take a hot shower,” He says, feeling you nod against his chest. “We can talk more about this later, if you want..” He could tell you were thankful for his words as when you finally sit up from his embrace, you give him a long kiss on the cheek, both hands cupping his face as you climb over him, whispering a soft thank you. 

The one bathroom in the Tillman house isn’t luxurious like the one attached to your bedroom at Boyd’s, but it has a beautiful clawfoot tub, and it feels nice and cozy, comfortable. The water is hot too, reddening your skin as it washes down your shoulders and chest, trailing down the bruise below your breasts. The contact made you flinch, the image of Boyd giving it to you flashing before your eyes before the pain turned into something more soothing, the sting reminding you that you’re at Gator’s house and for the time being, you’re safe from him. 

You take way longer than is probably polite when you’re a guest in someone’s home, and you’re glad that Karen isn’t here because you get the feeling that she would bitch about it, and it would somehow turn into you getting Gator in trouble without meaning to. You had forgotten to bring your shower gel from your bag in Gator’s room, so you use what you deduce is his from the smell, lathering yourself in it for a while before letting it run off of you under the fall of the water from the showerhead. 

When you feel like yourself again, and you’ve let cool water run down your face to where you’re sure its no longer puffy, you make your way out of the bathroom and back across the hall to his room. He’s nowhere to be found, but the bed is messily made and the closet door is open, you notice a pair of jeans missing off the first hanger, and the smell of coffee finally hits your nose. 

You put your pajamas under the pillow on the left side of the bed, you had only packed one pair, before making your way down the stairs, the sound of something scraping against a pan and hushed cursing meeting your ears before you reach the last step. You peek into the kitchen and a smile spreads on your face at the sight of Gator running a hand through his hair, smoke rising in front of his face as he turns every which way, talking to himself as he tries to fix whatever he had messed up. “I think you’re burning something, hon.” You quip, chuckling when he jumps about a foot in the air at the sound of your voice. 

“Jesus Christ, need’ta put a damn bell around your neck,” He sighs, fighting back his own laugh. “I was trying to make a fuckin’ grilled cheese..” He shows you the contents of the pan thats in front of him, and you laugh at the pathetic lump of burnt bread and cheese. 

“Did you butter it?” You ask, and he mutters another curse before groaning. “Who taught you how to cook, Gator?” 

“Literally no one.” He says, tossing the burnt sandwich into the trash before moving out of your way. 

You busy yourself making a sandwich for each of you, feeling hungry now that you’re actually in the action. You hear him rustling around behind you, the fridge opening and glasses clinking. You’re flipping both of the sandwiches in the large skillet when a full coffee mug is set next to you on the counter, clearly mixed with creamer. 

“I stopped on my way home and bought some of that creamer stuff..” He says, you pretend not to notice how his cheeks flush as he says it. “I know it’s not an iced coffee, but at least its flavored.” 

You’re not sure why you’re so goddamned emotional but you swear your eyes water at the notion. “That’s so sweet, you didn’t have to,” You say, going to give him another kiss on the cheek. You have to stand onto your tip toes this time, and he hums as you do. “Thank you, Gator.” 

“Want you to have the things you like.” He shrugs, taking a big drink of his own mug of black coffee. He crinkles his nose, chasing after you with a small sniff that makes your cheeks flush. “Are you wearin’ my body wash?” 

You shrug and move back to the stove, suddenly remembering the conversation you had had with his sisters when you were dropping them off at school this morning. “I promised your sister’s that i would make something for supper tonight,” You begin plating the sandwiches, switching the gas to the stove off. “Not that your spaghetti wasn’t good or anything, but i get the sense that cooking just isn’t your thing.” 

You hand him his plate, he’s looking at you with an unfamiliar emotion in those damn brown eyes. “Can you make cheeseburgers?” He asks, an almost childlike lilt to his voice. You nodded in agreement and you swear he would have done a happy dance if he hadn’t spilled some of his hot coffee out of the mug and onto his hand. “Ah shit!” 

It’s one thirty when by the time you guys finish with lunch and coffee and you set your plates in the sink with the notion of washing them later, you notice that Gator had already washed the plate you left for him this morning. “I think we’ll probably have to go to the supermarket on the way back from getting the girls..” You say, you had noticed earlier that there wasn’t any fresh meat for burgers in the fridge, and if that was what he wanted then it needed to be bought. 

“Okay.” He says, checking his watch. You hear him sigh. “I got a few chores to do before we go to the school.” He gets up and starts heading for the door, you start pouting as you watch his retreating back. You didn’t want to be left alone in the house, it was boring without someone to annoy. “You comin’?” 

You hum as you carry a bucket of feed to the chicken pen off yonder of the barn, it was heavier than you had told Gator, wanting him to think that you could do it on your own. He had already poked fun at you for never having done any real ranch chores outside of caring for your own horse before, you didn’t want him teasing you for having to carry a bucket of slightly heavy feed because you were too soft for it. 

He had stayed behind in the barn, a large shovel in hand as he had decided that you were much too pretty to do the easier although definitely stinkier job of shoveling horse shit from the stalls. He sent you off with a teasing jilt about how you grew up on that fancy ranch and never done farm chores, before he put his stark county sheriff deputy hat on your head (the sun was awfully bright, ‘don’t need you goin’ blind’ he had said). 

You rolled your eyes at him once you had turned away, muttering under your breath in mocking tones the word he had teased you with, though you regretted it almost as soon as you were out of sight of the barn. The feed was heavy, your arms were sore and your hands burned from where the wire handle was digging into your palms and you didn’t think it could have possibly gotten any worse, you didn’t think that you could have wished any harder that you had stayed back in the house to clean up from breakfast and lunch, until you walked into the chicken pen and sat the bucket of chicken feed down by your feet so you could turn around and close the door behind you, not wanting any of the birds to get loose. 

You heard the fluttering of all their wings first, and then the little noises they made as if greeting you. “Hey little dudes,” You say, starting to turn around. “Who’s hungr- OH MY GOD!” You flew back against the door, not expecting ten birds to be right behind you, one already sat in the bucket of feed. How did they move that fast? You were pretty sure that they weren’t supposed to sit in the feed though, so gingerly and a little fearfully you tiptoed just the littlest bit closer to the feed bucket, your hands outstretched. “Hey little lady..let’s just-HOLY FUCKING SHIT!” The bird had fluttered it’s wings and snapped it’s beak at you as you tried to move it away from the food that the other birds needed too, it’s beady black eyes locked on yours. You swore it was looking into your soul and that was all you needed to get the fuck out of there with what was left of your life. 

“GATOR, GATOR, GATOR!” His head snapped up in the direction that he heard your voice from, eyebrows furrowed. You sounded terrified. He stepped out of the horse stall he had started in, closest to the back exit just as you came barrelling into the barn, straight into him and his arms and damn near knocking him over in the process. You babbled as he steadied the two of you, his hands on your biceps as you looked up at him with big, watery eyes looking up at him and your lips puckered so deep in a frown that he just couldn’t help but to smile at how fuckin’ adorable it was. 

“Slow down, Pearlie, can’ understand what you’re sayin’ when you’re babblin’ like that..” He says, rubbing his hands up and down your biceps gently, trying his best to soothe you. He was new to this whole thing, but he had learned fairly quickly earlier that soothing words and touches and a calm tone seemed to be best with you. He watched you take a big, deep breath in and let it out, a small sniffle and your lips puckered just a little bit less.. “Start again, hon..what happened? What’s got you so spooked, hm?” 

“The birds, Gator!” You say, voice wavering. “They attacked me!” He immediately check’s every inch of available skin for talon marks, anything that resembled an attack, but aside from the emotions on your face you were otherwise unscathed..his eyebrows furrow again. “Gator..they..they were waiting for me when i turned around and it..it was sitting in the feed bucket and i..i just..i went to move it and it yelled at me..it yelled at me, Gator and it fucking like..fluttered it’s wings at me and it had friends!” 

Here you were telling your fiance about the horror movie level ordeal you had been through, and what does he do? He laughs. Laughs! Head thrown back, shoulders shaking and gut hurting laughing at you. You smack his chest. “Stop laughing!” You say and you swear he only laughs harder at you, which pisses you off. “Gator Tillman you fuck head stop laughing at me!” 

“Oh, Pearlie girl..” He sighs, wiping a tear from his eyes with the back of his hand as he finally stops laughing, hand rubbing his side as he shakes his head. “You afraid of the fuckin’ chickens?” You pout and he starts laughing again until you start hitting his chest with the hat he had put on your head, which makes him hold his hands up in surrender before taking it gently from your hand. “They’re just fuckin’ birds, hon, just kick ‘em they ain’t gonna hurt you none..” 

“Bullshit, Gator,” You stomp your foot, arms crossing over your chest as you glare at him. “You didn’t see the way they all looked at me!” He shakes his head at you, shoulders shaking in silent laughter. “They were talking! They probably planning how they were gonna kill me and eat my body and feed my bones to the hogs!” 

“Pearl, we don’t even have hogs!” He exclaims, completely done with your buffoonery at this point, though he knows it’s not buffoonery. He knows how real it is, can tell by the fear in your face and he knows that he shouldn’t make fun of you for it but it just seems like something a husband would do to his wife. “Oh my god I know the Augastine ranch is ritzy but i figured he would’ve had you working with the ranch hands like my daddy did..this is fuckin’ hilarious..” 

“Gator!” You pout, stomping your foot once more and he only starts laughing once more, cackling once you push him in the chest on your way past him. “You go feed the damned demons then! I’ll shovel horse shit, can’t be any scarier!” 

And shovel the shit you did until it was time to go and pick up his sisters from school, a car trip of which was filled with him poking more fun at you from the drivers seat of your own car! You were downright tempted to salt his macaroni and burn his burger tonight for supper, but you could never stand to mess up on purpose when it came to the kitchen. 

The girls clambering into the Jeep at the school pick up took the attention off of your harrowing ordeal this afternoon, their chatterbox selves keeping Gator entertained as he drove through town on the way to the supermarket. Roy had enlisted the girls into he local christian academy, a private school and you made a mental note to ask Gator later tonight if he went to the same school too, if the highschool is where he got the trophies in his room from. 

The supermarket was an ordeal in its self. The girls constantly asking Gator for something that he would exasperatedly say to put back where they found it, and it you swore that the amount of people you guys stopped to talk to, who were shocked that the rumor of Gator being engaged was true, caused what should have been a thirty-minute trip to turn into an almost two hour one. Each time a random couple or person whom you didn’t know (but he clearly did) stopped the pair of you, his arm would be immediately around your shoulder or your waist, tucking you into his side tightly. You would find your own arm or hand across his broad back with such ease it was as if you had been doing it for years, as if you guys had had a conventional engagement rather than having signed on a dotted line for your parents. It was safe to say that by the time Gator had pulled up next to his police cruiser, you were both exhausted. 

You spent the rest of the afternoon in the kitchen, listening as Gator helped his sisters with their homework so that they wouldn’t have to do it over the weekend. “Look, i thought it was stupid too, but i promise you, you my step-mama always told me it’s better to do weekend homework on friday so that you have the whole weekend to play and do fun things..” He had said, trying to convince them to sit down and pay attention. You thought it was rather sweet to hear him with them, he always seemed so cold and distant when his father was around but hearing when he wasn’t was another thin. You loved how warm and happy he was, how hands on he was. You knew that you were supposed to have a child of your own with him, it was part of the agreement, and you were a little more comfortable with that fact knowing that he was gentle. 

By the time the sun had gone down and the four of you had sat down to eat, Gator praising and moaning into his plate the whole time, it was a meal filled with laughter and stories of how everyone’s days had went, which was all fine and dandy until your fiance had decided to tell his younger twin sisters the story of your harrowing encounter with the murderous devil chickens just before coming to pick them up from school, to which they had laughed and laughed and in all fairness, you couldn’t help but laugh a little too because now that you thought about it, it was a little silly the way that you had reacted. 

Not more than an hour or so after that you were stood at the kitchen sink, the water running and your phone on the counter beside you just barely drowning out the noise of the piano being playing in the living room as you cleaned up the mess that had been made throughout the day. You hummed along to one of the songs, realizing that you needed to start working on a playlist for the wedding, as you scrubbed the dishes.

You didn’t hear his footsteps approaching, but you felt his presence, felt his bicep brushing against your shoulder as he stepped up to the sink right next to you. You looked up at him with a small smile on your face when you noticed the dishtowel thrown over his shoulder, and the other in his hands as he picks up a dish from the clean side of the sink to start drying it. 

“Supper was good,” He says quietly, arm brushing against your own as you both worked. It made your skin buzz, that tingly feeling, you didn’t mind it though, there was something quite soothing about it. “Thank you for cooking..and for putting up with the girls..and me too i suppose.” 

You chuckle, handing him a dish you had just finished washing when the song on your playlist changes, you pause it quickly recognizing the opening notes of it and turn to him. “Hey Gator?” You ask, and he hums, looking down at you as you turn off the faucet. “Dance with me?” 

He was going to say no, to argue about how it wasn’t very manly, but you already had your mouth open. “We’re gonna have to have to dance at the wedding, and i want to make sure you’re not gonna be stepping on my foot the whole night!” 

Now he wouldn’t come out straight and tell it to you, but he had taken a class or two during prom season back in highschool, for that girl he swore he was in love with. “Fine.” He concedes, tossing the towel down onto the counter as you bounce with happiness. 

You click your playlist back on as you feel one of his large hands on your hip, turning you against his chest as he takes one of your hands with his free one, your other hand going up to his shoulder, just below the nape of his neck. It was an oddly comfortable embrace, nothing awkward about it as he started moving the two of you gently around the kitchen. 

‘I'd love to know just what you're thinkin'

Every little river, runnin' through your mind

You give and you take

You come and you go

You leave me here wonderin' if I'll ever know

How much you care or how much you don't

Whatever you need, whatever you want’

“You’re not so bad at this,” You say, looking up into those damn brown eyes, those giant glassy eyes that hold so many emotions that you wish he would let you get to know. And maybe he will, somewhere down the line, but you know it won’t be any time soon. 

“You’re not so bad yourself,” He teases, a smirk crossing his lips as he looks down at you, humming along to the song as he leads you around the room. It wasn’t any particular kind of dance, but it was a formal one none the less. “This what we gonna dance to at the weddin’?” He asks softly, a pink tinge to his cheeks as he thinks about dancing with you for the first time as his wife. You shrug in response, body pressing against him as he continues to lead you. 

“Maybe..” You tease and he chuckles, his head tipping back just a bit before he plants his eyes right back on yours. “Haven’t decided yet..i’m makin’ a playlist..” 

‘I guess that all I'm tryin' to tell ya

Is a minute with you is better than two without

Oh, I won't be a fool but I can't play it cool

So I'm playin' safe and I'm breakin' the rules

I'm wishin' I had what I know that you got

So if you're comin' my way then please don't stop’

“And do i get a say about this playlist?” He asks and you throw your head back laughing. “The one part of the wedding planning that i might actually know what the hell i’m doing.” You’re both full on laughing now, still locked in the dancing embrace though you’ve stood still. It takes a minute for you guys to calm down as you keep teasing him about the ivory and white situation, but when you finally do he gives a gentle kiss to your forehead, chuckling as he tells you to help him finish the dishes. 

The two of you continue to make each other laugh as you guys do the dishes together, Gator singing off key to the music he recognizes on whatever playlist you have going, you teasing him for it, both of you blissfully unaware that his two sisters had seen your whole dancing exchange and had run off to the living room to talk excitedly about how much they already adored having you in the family..

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#joe keery #gator tillman #gator tillman smut #gator tillman fic #gator tillman x you #gator tillman x reader #gator and pearlie #gator and pearl #gator tillman fanfic #gator tillman fanfiction #fargo season 5 #fargo s5 #gator fargo #gator x reader

[fizzigigsimmer]

The moral panic Gator Tillman is sending some portions of my dashboard into is fascinating and amusing to behold.

On the one hand you’ve got the girlies pointing out that he’s an (implied) murderer, a lap dog, a whiny bitch boy, a corrupt cop, a bully and a white supremacist which valid. 😆 Not a lie was spoken.

Ergo it is amoral to lust, fantasize about, or otherwise enjoy this character. Which: 👎🏽 . Bestie watch me.

But at least these folks are keeping it consistent with their pearl clutching over fictional characters.

Then you’ve got the girlies who over night appear to have discovered that trash goblin characters can be fun, and playing around with them is not a test of morals or a personal statement on what you do or do not sanction in real life. Swiveling between the urge to wife him and see him chained up to a bed and dominated. So tempted to ask how those anti-Billy tags look in the rear view, but everyone grows at their own pace. 😂

#gator tillman #fargo #personal observations #💅🏽 #don’t mind me just watching the internet be the internet

[fandomshenanigans]

Minecraft!Reader in a SAGAU World: Introducing the Server!

[Fun fact!: They're all based off old Minecraft skins of mine and a few from former servers that I've joined in the past

Also most of these names came out of a generator since I could not for the life of me, think anything up]

KakuriPierrot (Admin)

- Prefers either Uri or Pierrot as a nickname

- Admin of the Server and father figure to everyone

- The kind of guy who would pull up to a McDonald's drive thru and order himself a single black coffee

- But then he'd loop back and let the kids order what they want because he'd feel guilty

- Exceptional redstoner, exceptional builder, disaster when playing survival on his own

- He's decent at PVP though

- Very protective of server members, to the point where he can be a bit overbearing (he means well though)

- Has a poker face but when the emotions hit him, he is an open book

- He is the calm and sensible type but can also be an airhead at times

Interrorgator

- Prefers to be called Gator as a nickname

- Redstone expert of the server

- They are the equivalent of DocM77 when it comes to both redstone and breaking Minecraft as a whole

- Very dramatic in personality and are kind of a smartass at times

- Godly in redstone, decent in building, decent in Survival (whether on his own or in multiplayer) and they're good at PVP, mainly one on one

- The kind of person who complains when you ask for help but then they go above and beyond to help you with whatever issue you may have

- Undeniably soft for their friends and has no shame when admitting it

257Colors

- Prefers to be called Lory, Seven or Rihanna

- Expert Builder who makes large builds and calls it a 'starter base' (Just imagine Boatem Scar or Pearl, that's the kind of builder she is)

- Incorporates an ungodly amount of pastel colors into her builds, regardless of the theme she uses

- She's hyper and bubbly but she's got some dark and cynical humor

- Short Queen!

- Expert Builder, Terrible Redstoner, decent in Survival as well as PvP

- She's also an expert in potion making and often makes trips to the Nether for Blazerods

LinkinChain

- Prefers Link as nickname

- Explorer and Miner of the group

- He is homeless and doesn't seem too eager to make his own base so he'll bunk with whoever is available

- He will pay you back with anything you'd like within the mines or what he obtained from his constant wanderings

- Metals like iron, copper or gold? You'll find a chest in your kitchen that filled with stacks of the raw metals. Need Diamonds or Emeralds? He pops into your line of sight, hands several Diamonds or Emeralds to you before he disappears again

- He is just gone almost the entire time he's on the server, often disappearing for days or weeks before reappearing again without warning

- The ghost of the server

- An expert in PvP, whether one on one or by group, bad redstoner, Decent Builder (or so he claims) and an amazing Survivalist, both in solo and multiplayer worlds

Realmvanquish

- Prefers Vanny or just Van as a nickname

- Explorer and Builder, also the kind who makes big builds and claims it to be her starter base but then she never makes another build ever again

- Disappears frequently to explore but will stick around to make farms and such

- She also goes out of her way to 'beautify' the area around other people's builds (with permission, of course)

- Has a villager farm set up for most of her materials as well as a few autofarms for things she can't get through villagers

- Is not afraid to get her hands dirty and will work hard as long as the end goal is worth it, or if it's hilarious enough, really depends on the mood

- Decent Redstoner, Pro Builder but is just very lazy, Decent Survivalist and a Decent PVPer, mainly in groups but can hold her own if one on one

- Prefers to use long ranged weapons like crossbows, bows and tridents rather than close ranged weapons

Mind_Ctrl

- Prefers Mind or Cat as a nickname

- An all rounder and a casual player, almost never makes any major projects but is more than happy to join other projects

- Is mostly here to vibe and shall vibe alongside you

- Has like three to five dogs and would often take them with them whenever they go somewhere that's bound to have mobs

- The resident prankster, will target anyone and everyone but if his pranks cause any damage, don't worry! They'll help out with the cleaning process and will replace anything lost.... Most of the time at least..

- Good Builder, Good Redstoner and amazing Survivalist. He can survive just about anywhere as long as he has a tree and some access to water

- Decent PvPer who prefers to set up traps instead of doing face to face confrontations

PeppermintP

- Prefers Pepper or Pat as a nickname, he'd still respond if you call him just about anything as long as it's from his original gamer tag

- PVP expert and bloodthirsty psycho who mastered redstone for the sake of causing even more conflict via traps

- Nothing stays alive when he's within the vicinity with the exception if his servermates make it clear that he can't kill them

- Goes hunting for Woodland mansions a lot for the loot so they're stacked when it comes to Notch Apples or Totems

- He is THE Scary Dog Privilege™

- Feral and will snap at anyone who approaches him but is as sweet as pie with their servermates

- Pro PVPer, Pro Redstoner (mostly for traps and such), Pro Survivalist, Decent Builder

- They have mastered the use of any weapon and miscellaneous items that can kill if used right

- Very fond of TNT Traps and will use it at any time he can

#genshin impact #genshin cult au #genshin headcanons #sagau #self aware genshin #minecraft reader #minecraft #minecraft ocs

[august-undergrounds]

is it too much to ask for mia goth to feed me to her pet gator like in pearl? please

[glambots]

For Bonnie, Foxy, Monty and Freddy, I like the idea of an employee who dream to be a parent, but without being pregnant. So they decide to make themselves an animatronic child (easier than adoption). But they have no idea how to do so they ask their favorite robot (/secret crush) to help to 1)know how their body works. Can they smell? Can they feel texture, cold, warm? What if they touch here? Etc, etc. And 2) Maybe, if they are comfortable, they could become a second parent to the child and help them with their futur animatronic questions....?

🎩Glamrock Freddy + "Baby Blues:"🎩

That's a wonderful idea, Superstar! He isn't quite sure how the process would work, but he is more than happy to do whatever he can to help out! The two of you spend a lot of time going over schematics and details together, and throughout the whole thing, Freddy has to admit--he already kind of feels like a dad, helping you do all of this planning for the baby's "arrival." It's only once you actually bring up the possibility of "co-parenting" that he finally feels he can confess how more than happy he would be to take up that mantle. (He's Not the Step-Dad, He's the Dad Who Stepped Up)

🐊Montgomery Gator + "Baby Blues:"🐊

Oh, man. You do not want to ask Monty about how babies work. He still believes in the whole "stork" thing. And he's not totally sure how his own body works either, if he's being honest. (He usually just left that up to the guys in P&S.) So you'll both be flying by the seat of your pants! And though the process is a little "rough," Monty finds himself actually enjoying it a lot. (And going a little wild with details--no, Montgomery, the baby cannot have laser-eyes.)You don't even have to ask about co-parenting, honestly, because by the end of it all Monty has already branded himself this kid's dad and there's nothing you can about it.

☠️Glamrock Foxy + "Baby Blues:"☠️

Arr, are ya sure ya really want his help, pearl? He knows the ins-and-outs of things, has had to fix up his own parts now-n-then, too. But this is a bit of a bigger project than he's used to. Still, if you trust him that much, then how could he say no? Just gettin' to help you with this is...well, it's more than just somethin' special. You want him to help you create a child. Your child. Ha! That almost makes him somethin' of the whelp's dad in a way, doesn't it? Ah, he's just kiddin'... (Unless...?) He prefers to think of himself as more of an "Uncle," if anything, but regardless. You or the whelp ever need anything? He's there for ya, through thick o'thin!

🎳Glamrock Bonnie + "Baby Blues:"🎳

Well, ain't that quite the idea! Gosh, he'd never even thought about it before. How do you plan on going about all of that? It sounds like a lot of work, s'all. (More work than he'd usually be willin' to take on.) But if you plead enough (and keep givin' him Those Eyes), then what's the harm? Just know, he's not exactly an expert at these things, but he'll do his best with what he's got! It's a learning process for you both, but it's also kind of fun. But, he's not sure he'd call himself the little guy's "Dad" by any means--that feels a little...p-presumptuous. M-Maybe something more like an older brother? Still--just know, you two need anything--anything at all? He'll be there for ya, in two shakes of a bunny's tail!

#ask #glamrock freddy #montgomery gator #glamrock foxy #glamrock bonnie #scenario #pregnancy ment #sfw #fluff #cute #silly #anonymous

[killing-hannibals-body]

A couple details that I’ve noticed in Pearl in reference to X

When Pearl pushes the Projectionist and his car into the swamp, she says, “au revoir, poor Johnny!” which is in reference to the song “oui oui Marie”. The first line is “Poor Johnny’s heart”. In X, Pearl dances to that song after she kills RJ, and that’s the song that also plays as Maxine drives off as our final girl. . The original version of the song plays during the picture that Pearl sees on her trip out in town.

Also, in regards to hearts, during Pearl’s (eight! minute monologue), as she’s pretending to talk to Howard, she says that she’s always careful of Howard’s heart. She doesn’t want to hurt him. In X, she doesn’t care about his heart if it means she gets laid lol in the end, it’s his weak heart that kills him (rip, king. How many female psychopaths have a ride or die like him. Sorry, Howard. I’d have fucked her despite my messed up heart).

The Projectionist that she hooks up with describes himself as “bohemian.” In X, Howard mentions how he’s tired of “bohemian” men enticing his wife when he’s facing off with Jackson in the swamp.

Pearl shows a distaste for blondes. In X, she states that she hates blondes after pushing Bobby Lynn into the swamp. It’s revealed that she lost the part in the troupe because she’s not young nor “blonde” enough to get the part. Her sister-in-law, Mitsy, however, is. And we see how that turns out (spoiler alert: Pearl hacks her to death with an axe and feeds her to her gator, Theda).

There are more tiny nuances that I’m not mentioning in this post because they’re minuscule and me possibly reading too much into things. But I’m convinced that the points I’ve made in this post are purely intentional and added after the fact to make both films more tied together.

#pearl 2022 #mia goth #ti west #a24 #horror film