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debbeh · 5 months

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can u give me a guide to the six idiots :33 like maybe with a picture of them n their names n who they play in the Big Three shows :33 pwetty peesse :33

UM YES!?

ok, you saw me earlier trying to format all the images so it's gonna be mostly my (ehhhh) descriptions of the characters and you gotta guess what they look like 😈

Ben Willbond

Yonderland:

Elder Vex (above): the one who says Deb-beh and has the coziest looking outfit I NEED IT RN PLZ and the Tom Cardy- esque hair and earring

Nick: the stick. Grumpy all the time cuz he's a stick >:(. Is also a portal between dimensions but whatevs

Horrible Histories

Mike Peabody :historical news reporter that wishes he were anywhere but here rn

King Henry, Alexander the Great: SkINy MaNdRiA, excellent hair, sniffed a guy

Ghosts

The captain: AKA James, makes a lotta noises, if you ever hear me going weeeahhhhhuuuueeeaaaaaahhhh, I'm referencing him, the gay one<3

Martha Howe-Douglas!

Yonderland!!

Debbie.

Debbie's evil twin sister (bossy boobs)

I just googled it: Rita, the Negatus simp AKA us, the demon that looks like how female animals are protrayed in Barbie movies

Horrible Histories!!!

Boudica (look up the song, it's rlly good), Cleopatra, every female historical figure

Pirate lady....<33333

Ghosts!

Lady Button (present day): Old disgruntled lady that pouts all the time and falls out of windows

Lady Button (flashback)

Mathew Baynton!!!

Yonderland!!!

Oracle: weird blue blob guy, Nigel, Darling

Nanny la roo: NUM NUMS!!!! - nanny that is also a kangaroo

Admiral Anous: Voldemort mf I hate him bc he hates Negatus>:(

Elder Choop: Croissant hair mf, says, "IDK WHY DON'T WE ASK UR MUM??"

Le Fox: French

THE BIRRDDDDD: AKA Thomas Payne, Batman but cooler

Oh yeah, and Elf: the elf shaped one, full name: Grintallin Gobscrew Crotell Fashanu F’naw Goplatz Holla-Holla, has multiple wives apparently and is in debt to the mob

Horible Histories (look all of them up, they are all hot)

Dick Turpin: play the song >:333, shot not one but two men dead!

D.I. Bones: the whakkus bonkkused

King Charles II: absolute party-er

Ghosts

Thomas Thorne, shot, dead! Absolute poetic simp for Allison, drowned himself in the lake ;( -cannot drown-

Jim Howik!!!

Yonderland

Elder Pressley: looks like Elvis, eats christmas tree ornaments

Crone: A sLaPper *wink wink*, has apparently gotten with everyone, goes eeeerrrrrrrrrrr all the time- sounds like a doorhinge, she is amazing

Neil: lhe most normal of the demons probably

Horrible Histories

A SHOUTY MAN!!! :does all the infomercials, will try to sell you piss

King George VI (above) : "oh yesss, dad's dead, I'm king..."

King Richard III: a sweet little guy<3 -according to the song, get's attacked by whasp

Ghosts

Pat Butcher: Greatest DJ in the AAARRREEEEEUHHHHH, killed by a child, AKA Pete in the American version

Larry Rickard

Yonderland

Detective Mounteback: very dumb detective with very large hat

Elder Ho Tan: trans Icon, doesn't like loud noises, absolute baby<3

Sue: above, the lady with the gun from the episode I showed you

Horrible Histories

Bob Hale: weather report, needs a hellicopter and a nice cup of tea, basically Bill Wurtz

Lol knight with shit on head, Aztec guy, George III friend who slays so hard; "ConGRatu-VerY-LaTiOns your... *MAgEsTy*"

Ghosts

Humphrey: keeps getting left on roofs and shelves, does NOT know French smh

Robin: 5,000 yo ghosts, once saw a cool butterfly, KNOWS FRENCH! Got stuck by lightning and now he can turn on lights

and finally... the moment you've been waiting for...

Simon Farnaby!!!

Yonderland!!!

Negatus<333: Silly guy try to take over Yonderland but is just a lil guy, has an evil lair, uses The Font of Orris (cauldron thing that lets you see everything) as a hot tub, get's bullied by all the other overlords, wears pjs with houses on them.

Elder Flowers!!!: Long hair and lack of shirt, vegetarian hippie of the group, wants his clothes to be veGONE, "all you need is love, brothers... oh, and food"

Horrible Histories

Emperor Caligula: the wakkus bonkkus guy

Marcus Licinius Crassus: Knockoff Bassline Junkie song

Ghosts:

Jullian!!!: Died conducting an affair with his secretary!!!, is eternally sorta drunk, does the hand thing, only ghost that can interact with stuff, makes silly EEERREREEEEE noise when he's trying to move something, his name is Trevor in the American version, sad when there's no porn on da TV ;(, has no pants BTW

Thanks for coming to my TEDTALK!!!

Lemme know if I missed anything!

#yonderland #bbcghosts #negatus #sixidiots #themthere #ghosts

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luulapants · 1 year

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I hate that everyone that gets popular on the internet now has to launch into a book deal or sponsorship-influencer hustle. Like, I absolutely get why people do it. My response to most events is “does this mean I can quit my job now?” so truly, I understand.

But it does mean we’re missing out on a lot of that early internet weirdo vibe of just running a niche hyperfixation hobby online for years and years, and no one knows who you are, you’re just that website about bird psychology and candy history. You can’t tell me that if Ian’s Shoelace site was made today that it wouldn’t instantly turn into a marketing scheme for running shoes. The internet used to be a haven for hobbyists and weirdos, and now it’s just a series of infomercials.

#internet #anti-capitalism

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blowflyfag · 6 months

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Hi these are my Kane headcannons I wrote a bit a while back. My history of Kane is a bit different than the cannon stuff since the cannon stuff is kinda cringe fail. Also. Only gonna talk about masked Kane. But! Reality is mine to do what I want so here’s my Kane headcannons. I’m more than happy to go in depth on more stuff! Or explain why I think this.

Kane Headcannons

He wore masks even as a kid, it’s a sensory thing.

He grew up in a single parent house, it was both the funeral home and their home, with a mourge in the basement. They lived in a very small town in Death Valley, but they what they lacked in people the area made up with supernatural occurrences

I think he can see ghosts, with how connected his family was the supernatural it’s only natural he can see ghosts.

Kane liked dancing around with his mom as a little Kid. She often would play stuff on the radio while she worked or while cooking or when even just sitting around. Kane liked these moments… standing near her and swaying and humming along.

Kane keeps his hair long cause it reminds him of his mother, he does a lot of things because they remind him of her. He keeps his hair long, looks to deep into his undamaged eye. He listens to music she liked. He just wants to feel close to her. He’s a fuckin Mama’s boy

Kane is mostly burned and scared on his right side, it’s more prominent on his right arm and neck. His right eye is damaged from the fire.

Freckles!!! Kane has a lot of freckles when he gets in the sun. They’re a bit faint since he covers up but if he does loose some of the covering his freckles will really pop out

Bros Autistic guys.

Kane is mostly non verbal. He’d rather communicate with his body language or sign his thoughts. He only speaks if he really must.

He has such a soft spot for animals and kids it’s insane.

When he was younger him and taker found a clutch of snake eggs under their porch. Their mother No whwre in sight so they begged and pleaded for their mom to let them take care of them.

It ended up being a trip to the vets to make sure the eggs were properly taken care of. And a few weeks later their first pet.

It was a corn snake Kane and Taker named Amber.

Amber stayed in Taker's room. Though Mom would let them take Amber out so she could slither around in the living room while they watched movies.

Speaking of Taker’s room. It’s decked out with zombie movie posters. As well as other posters for horor movies and rock/metal bands. There’s Aldo a purple lava lamp. The typical angsty older brother room

Tumbleweed forts! He would beg Taker to play outside with him so the two would make forts and sit in them. Pretending to be bandits hiding out from the law.

He has a fascination with fire. Even though it is the thing that burned him, scared him, traumatized him beyond belief. The sight of someone lighting a cigarette near him brings his eyes instantly to the flame. Watching it flicker and wave with light and warmth. A controllable flame is a huge comfort.

I’d say Kane is Bisexual with a male lean. He’s very inexperienced when it comes to love. Often he finds himself confused with why his heart beats faster around someone he likes. Tilting his head to the side as he watches from afar. The most romance he knows of is watching late night black and white movies from when he was kept hidden in the basement.

A lot of what he knows is from television actually. Most of the time in the cellar hed just watch tv and learn, infomercials, animal documentaries, old cowboy movies. all “boring to most kids” but to kane it was an escape.

At first Kane fucking despised Taker so much with Paul Bearer’s manipulation. (For my reality Paul Bearer is the one who caused the fire) for years his anger festered and bubbled beneath his skin. Originally Taker went missing before the fire. And Kane learning that he became a wrestler, (not knowing Taker was under Paul Bearer’s control) was even more livid at him, for leaving his mother behind, for leaving him behind, for leaving everything behind. He truly hated Taker in those days, of course he’s come around but he struggles sometimes…

Kane has meltdowns very easily, it doesn’t take a lot to set him off. That’s what happens when he curls up and rocks. He’s trying to calm himself down the only way he knows how.

He really likes big cats, tigers, panthers, leopards. He thinks they’re the coolest animals.

So the Katie Vick stuff doesn’t happen in my reality, however Katie Vick is a real person, she was Kane’s childhood friend growing up. They were both kinda weirdo outcasts so they stuck together. They would mess around with ouija boards and try to find supernatural stuff that they shouldn’t have been messing with.

#Kane #wwf #world wrestling federation #eris headcanons #?#idk #I’ve had these sitting for a while and thought I’d share them #I might add more? idk.#I’m writing a bigger story about Kane’s childhood and stuff…

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pregnantseinfeld · 9 months

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I feel a bit haunted by the end of history. Looking far away, sure, events with consequences and repercussions are happening quite often! But living in this country is like one of those mattress infomercials where they jump on one side and the other side doesn't feel it. You can see some stuff, but 'events' dissipate into mist so quickly, before you can take it in, and soon its all the way it was before. How do you know it wasn't a dream if the riots tidied up by morning?

While I'd be nothing but happy to be told I'm wrong here, I need to clarify this is not so much a 'politics' post as a looming dread post, so nobody shows up mistakenly thinking I'm trying to sound smart with this nonsense.

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qqueenofhades · 2 years

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I feel more and more like this portrayal of extreme violence against women and also the idea that people in the middle ages were dumb/didn't know what they were doing (of which imo horrific childbirth gore is an example--I know it happened but also it still does!) is very much in line with the idea that history is an always linear progression upwards (dumb to smart, no human rights to many of them you get the drill) so in a way these "realistic" depictions make sense to most people probably because they assume that whatever is happening to women now, it must have been Worse for them back then, and because they're aware women didn't have too many rights until recently (a d even that is debatable) that has only ever been worse in the past too unless they were Joan of Arc

And this is why primary and secondary school history education needs a complete overhaul

*same anon, I just wanted to add to the linear history thing real quick. It also writes off the men as idiots who don't know morals, and humanity in general as stupid, rather than a complex evolved system of thinking which simply is different from contemporary white western civilisation. It just... Feels a lot like the way colonialists looked at the people they called savages.

I mean, yeah. I've written (and ranted) extensively about all of this in the past (as I said, this whole conversation is like being dead-fish-slapped in the face with approximately-2014 Tumblr). I have too many posts on this subject to possibly link and/or remember them all, but my medieval history and women in history tags both come to mind as places where some of that stuff can be found.

Also, either the makers of HOTD or the people writing the Hollywood Reporter article actually used the overturn of Roe v. Wade as a "reason" for it being "important" for the show to depict the "fact!!!" that premodern women "often" died in childbirth (one of the showrunners even came out with some imaginary-but-weirdly-specific statistic about it being a "50-50 chance" for a woman to survive giving birth. Thanks for that, Noted Medieval History Expert, Guy Who Makes Television Shows For HBO!) And like... does any woman in America right now think that what they really need is some mediocre-white-man entertainment executive making a high-budget infomercial about why childbirth is dangerous? Like they suddenly discovered that fact three seconds ago and are like ZOMGZ MORE PEOPLE SHOULD KNOW THIS? When the possibility of women dying in preventable ways due to pregnancy complications has once more become a grim reality, like... we also really need to see this in entertainment now? Because something something realism!!!?

Either way, the overturn of Roe alone should put paid to any serious attempt to argue that things have only gotten "better" for women throughout history, have never gotten worse, and that "human rights" only proceed forward on a chronologically based idea of liberal morality. If the "progress" of history is real, why do we have a literal fascist movement in America that is mouthing all the old and supposedly discredited tenets of fascist thought? Why is that happening again, if we learned back in the 1940s that racist nationalist fascism was bad, fought a pretty major war over it, and then supposedly moved past it for good? Etc etc. People create social attitudes and legal rules according to what they find useful at the time and in response to their needs and fears. As I have said, they also don't live long enough to have any real historical memory or sense of just repeating what has been done in the past, because a) they don't learn history, b) they don't believe it, and c) it hasn't happened to them, they treat history as only the parts of it that they like and which support their point of view, and therefore just go around and around in circles and never actually learn their lesson. Blah.

Anyway, conservatives and the alt-right like the idea that there was supposedly a time when women "knew their place" and weren't treated like people and had no rights and only existed to please their menfolk and Serve God, because that lends "weight" to their attempt to do the exact same thing right now. Liberals like the idea that the Past Was Always Bad For Women because it implies that modern liberalism happily solved that problem and provides them with endless ways to disparagingly call the fascists "medieval," which isn't helpful either and distracts from how modernity has developed and nurtured these toxic ideas for its own purposes. So. Yeah.

#anonymous #ask #history #women in history

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sundove88 · 1 year

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Night at The Museum (Sundove88’s Version) Casting

This is a Birthday present for @thehyperrequiem! Happy B Day!

Dreamer Joe Puddy thinks he's destined for something big but his imaginative ideas never pay off and in desperate need of a job, he accepts to be a security guard at the Natural History Museum. During his watch, Joe makes a startling discovery. Thanks to the unleashing of an Egyptian curse, the museum's characters spring to life after the building closes. Joe must find a way to save the chaotic situation.

Once the night guard at the Museum of Natural History, Joe Puddy is now a successful purveyor of infomercial products. Soon after learning that his museum friends have been shipped to the Smithsonian Institution, Joe receives a distress call from Arthur Morgan, who warns him that four of history's greatest villains have come to life and are planning to take over the Smithsonian first, then the world. Joe joins forces with friends old and new to stop the quartet's nefarious plans.

When the exhibits at New York's Natural History Museum start behaving strangely, Joe Puddy -- now the director of nighttime operations -- must find out the cause. He learns that the Tablet, which magically brings Speedwagon, Arthur Morgan, and the other exhibits to life at night, has started to decay. Joe, along with his son and museum friends, must travel to London's British Museum to learn how to prevent the Tablet's magic from disappearing.

Joe Puddy as Larry Daley (Poptropica)

Robert E. O. Speedwagon as Teddy Roosevelt (JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure)

Elaine Puddy as Rebecca Hutman (Poptropica)

Edgar as Nicky Daley (Poptropica)

Eclair Cookie as Dr. McPhee (Cookie Run)

Ganondorf as Cecil Fredricks (The Legend of Zelda)

Licorice Cookie as Reginald (Cookie Run)

Poison Mushroom Cookie as Gus (Cookie Run)

Arthur Morgan as Jedediah (Red Dead Redemption)

Mixmaster and Scrapper as Themselves/Larry’s Friends (Transformers Animated)

Gohdan as The Moa Head (The Legend of Zelda)

Cal Suresh as Octavius (Balan Wonderworld)

Sana Hudson as Sacajawea (Balan Wonderworld)

King Dedede as Attila The Hun (Kirby)

Yoshi as Rexy (Mario)

Pikachu as Dexter (Pokemon)

Yugi Moto as Ahkmenrah (Yugioh)

Fiibo Fiddlepie as Christopher Columbus (Bugsnax)

Tart as Joan of Arc (Puella Magi Madoka Magica)

Medli as Amelia Earhart (The Legend of Zelda)

Marik Ishtar as Kahmunrah (Yugioh)

The Major as Ivan the Terrible (Hellsing)

Affogato Cookie as Napoleon (Cookie Run)

Muzan Kibutsuji as Al Capone (Demon Slayer)

Escargoon as Brundon (Kirby)

Daroach as General George A. Custer (Kirby)

Alolan Raichu as Able The Space Monkey (Pokemon)

Leon as Abraham Lincoln (Pokemon)

Boom Boom as Oscar The Grouch (Mario)

Colress as Darth Vader (Pokemon)

Ug as Laaa (Luigi’s Mansion 3)

Tea Knight Cookie as Sir Lancelot (Cookie Run)

Tatiana as Tilly (No Straight Roads)

Bowser as Merenkahre (Mario)

Golden Cheese Cookie as Shepseheret (Cookie Run)

Birdo as Trixie (Mario)

Cygnus Hyoga as Garuda (Saint Seiya)

Rayquaza as The Xiangliu (Pokemon)

Zhongli as Hugh Jackman (Genshin Impact)

Qiqi as Alice Eve (Genshin Impact)

Stone Kirby as The Pompeii Bust (Kirby)

Whew, that was a big one! Happy B-Day, @thehyperrequiem! Anyways; here’s your hint for the next casting:

🐼☯️🥋

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unicyclehippo · 2 years

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one word prompt: childcare

when eddie and nancy go toe-to-toe, robin and steve make themselves scarce.

ordinarily, robin would put every cent she has on nancy but playing this game as they have every weekend for a few weeks now has shown her a new side to eddie. rumour made it out that he was this, like, barely scraping-by dude: drug-addled, rude, tattooed, long-haired freak. but as it happens, he also has a stubborn streak a mile wide. immovable object, meet unstoppable force: nancy wheeler. the impact of which is catastrophic for anyone in the room.

steve snags robin's collar—because one man's catastrophe is another woman's weekend entertainment—and drags her out to make hot dogs.

'pass. i've cooked enough for a lifetime.'

'when have you ever cooked?' he demands, slinging a teatowel over his shoulder.

'uh, hello? scoops a-hoy? maybe you don't remember because you literally never did your job but i worked there every day the whole summer long.'

steve pulls a face. 'that's not cooking, though.'

'yes it is.'

'no it's not. it's icecream.'

'it - it's - it's cooking adjacent. and it's nothing i ever want to do again. plus - plus - pb and j's. for hours, steve. hours.'

'again, not cooking. but hey - there's a silver lining for you,' he says with a forced smile, eyes so fucking sad that she's already mentally flailing for something to distract him, 'with the mall burned down and a giant demon cross cutting through the main road, you'll probably never have to work fast food again. yay.'

she fake cheers with the same enthusiasm she does for the basketball games she's required to attend (that is, not much) and starts to back away to the kitchen door.

'hey - wait! you're really not going to help?'

'sorry steve. hot dogs freak me out. whatever you're thinking of saying,' she says, holding up a hand to stop him and his stupid smirk, 'do not. it's the smell. and also i read this article recently that said that store-bought sausages are made from all the left over waste and processed with chemicals before being stuffed into a weird skin tube and the article said that each sausage—each one, steve, not one in a dozen or one in a unit, each one—has an average of four human body parts in it.'

steve gags. 'like, fingers?'

'what? no, steve.'

'you said body parts!'

'like hair or nails. not fingers.'

'still. gross.' he frowns down at the sausages in his hand. while he's distracted, robin steps backwards out the door and wanders off. behind her, she hears, 'i got these from the butcher, though? does that make a difference? robin?'

the henderson mum had a brief flirtation with the idea of a home gym, which is why robin finds a stationary bike crammed into the corner of a little study. actually, it might have been a semi-serious relationship with those late-night infomercials because she's also got a stack of workout videos, a pastel selection of sweatbands (unopened), a do-it-yourself home perm kit, a huge container of off-brand lollipops, and a stack of encyclopedia's from A through G.

'well, well, well. don't mind if i do.'

she's idly peddling on the bike, mismatched sweatbands on her head and wrists and ankles, sucking on a lollipop that tastes a little like lemon and a lot like soap, and part-way through the history of braces—which goes into some interesting further reading on the fluoridation of water in the states—when steve's kid storms into the house like he owns the place. and sure, it's his house, but he doesn't have to be so loud about it, all slamming doors and stampeding down the hall, past the study and deeper into the house. probably his room, but soon he is back and flings open the study door with a loud,

'STEVE?'

robin glances up from the encyclopedia she has balanced on the bike handles to see him drop to the ground—like steve would be hiding under the desk?—and scramble up with a (loud) huff. he slams the door behind him without even a hello or how are you.

she's gonna have to have words with steve about that. she's not the expert on polite conversation—that's steve's realm of expertise, which is precisely her point. what the heck is he teaching this kid?

a second later, he throws the door open again and comes to stand in front of her, hands on hips.

'robin!'

'steve's kid,' she acknowledges without looking up. the pedals squeak as she slowly pedals.

'i have a name.'

'good for you.'

he waits a few seconds, presumably to give her time to use it; when she doesn't he rolls his eyes so forcefully his head rolls too. dropping his chin to his chest, he groans, like talking to her is the hardest thing ever.

'do you know,' the kid says, nice and slow, 'where steve is?'

'nope.'

'do you know where he was?'

robin drags out the seconds before she answers. she flicks the page, even though she wasn't quite finished. the kid takes to pacing in the five seconds she delays and she has to scratch her nose to hide her grin. it's her right to irritate him—a right hard-earned through nothing more than the chaotic universe spitting her out years before him—and it's a right that she wouldn't give up for anything.

'did you check the bathroom?'

the kid scoffs. 'what do you think i am? stupid? don't answer that. the bathroom was the first place i checked.'

'hm.'

'robin, please. enough misdirection.' he stops his pacing directly in front of the bike and grabs the handles, yanks himself forward so that his face is right in front of hers. 'let's be frank with each other,' he says like he's a particularly condescending businessman instead of a twelve (maybe?) year old kid. 'you and i both know that steve is here, somewhere. just tell me where.'

she pulls the lollipop from her mouth and points it at him, accusatory. 'has anyone told you that you need to work on your attitude?'

steve's kid closes his eyes, weary. with her specifically. 'yes.'

'hm. did you try the kitchen?'

'what? no. why would i?'

'um, because he's a teen guy and needs to eat, like, all the time? and because ever since he's started babysitting you guys,' she reaches out, ruffles his hair, 'he's really stepped into the roll of nanny, which includes,' she spreads her hands dramatically, 'food preparation.'

steve's kid scowls. reaches up to fix his hair. she watches him fondly; when he panics just so about his precious curls, it makes him look so much like steve.

'i'm going to tell him you called him that.'

robin just arches a brow and salutes him lazily, lollipop held between two fingers like a cigarette.

he leaves and he does not close the door. little shit.

his friend—the one that got lost, or kidnapped, or - and it's wild that it's only just now occurring to her - got sucked into the upside down—is left standing alone in the front room like a scarecrow, all gangly height and stock-still.

before she can think better of it, robin is abandoning her sweet set-up and sidling over to him and then she's halfway there and he's seen her approach, is turning toward her with a confused look, which means she can't divert even if she is thinking better of it now. she stops in front of him and digs into her jacket pocket, offers him one of the handful of lollipops she snagged from the stash.

'lemon soap candy?'

'uh. thanks.' he takes it but doesn't unwrap it, just fiddles with the foil, which makes a quiet rustling sound. his eyes dart left and right but there's no one else around—eddie and nancy took their fight to the basement, steve in the kitchen—so he resettles.

'robin.'

'oh. will.'

she nods like she doesn't know he's been kidnapped and traumatised by otherworldly monsters. 'yeah, the other one, he's mentioned you. you used to run these games. for the other,' she wriggles her fingers in the direction of the kitchen, where steve's kid just thundered toward, 'children.'

will doesn't take offence at the moniker; rather, his face lights up and there's not enough baby fat left on it for the expression to look cherubic, as she's sure it once did. now, it makes him look so damn vulnerable, moved that she knows who he is and robin gets it. in that moment, she gets why steve stole a kid. because this one is taller than she is but she's having to actively fight the urge to tuck him under her arm and throw a molotov at anything that so much as looks at him wrong. it's hard, being different in this world, and something about him screams out that he's like her; it's like at some point in their youth everyone decided, everyone knew it about them—stamped WEIRD across their forehead, metaphorically speaking, or slapped a sticker on their back that is the social equivalent of KICK ME—and when the town is as small as hawkins, you can't run far enough to start anew.

something swells in her at the thought of this kid getting treated the same, something sharp and hot and fierce. she's felt it before; it usually leads to her saying things she shouldn't to people who are more important than her, or just. ignoring it. running it off. but something about will—maybe his awkward sway, maybe his oh-so-neatly tucked in shirt, maybe everything—makes her grind her teeth and her knuckles pop in her hands. she swallows hard; shoves the feeling aside to focus on what he's saying to her.

'yeah! um - mike and lucas and dustin. sometimes max, but she didn't like it as much. i think she mostly came to hang out with lucas,' he says softly, like he's telling her a secret and not something that's abundantly obvious to everyone who has ever seen max and lucas ever. 'are you, um, familiar?'

she blinks. 'i'm learning. eddie gave me the rulebook a few weeks ago—he taped the second half of it shut? apparently i'm not supposed to see -'

'it's the adventure, the second half. you can't see that.'

'that's what he said but he didn't explain.'

'oh. oh, okay!' will doesn't jump up and down with excitement, but there's as much visceral delight in the way he smiles and straightens up, just a little, that he might as well have. 'so the adventure is all the information about the story as well as the monsters you're going to fight and the - the dungeon, which is the environment. so if you read it, you'll know everything about what is coming which, it's just not going to be as much fun because you won't be surprised. but also, um, eddie? he might not be running one of those adventures.'

'what do you mean?'

'he might, you know. make up his own. but those adventures, they're a good back up if he's busy and doesn't have time to prepare something.'

she nods.

he nods. folds his arms across his chest, tucking his hands under his pits. unfolds himself because he forgot about the lollipop in his hands and he shoves that into his back pocket before folding himself up again. it's the kind of stance you develop after shooting up six inches over a summer but gaining exactly zero friends, so the height only makes you a target and you learn quickly to keep it down.

'do you - have a character?' he asks when the silence stretches on uncomfortably.

'guinevere. she's a ranger.'

'oh cool. rangers are cool. um.' another quick glance for a friend but, seeing that no one is around, or needs him, he offers, 'do you want me to get some of the extra books for you? they're in dustin's attic - he stored them when i- when we left.'

robin grins. it must come off a little maniacal because he rocks back on his heels but he doesn't get far. she sets her hand on his shoulder and looks him square in the eyes.

'yes, william, i do. i need rules. i need to learn them and commit them to memory and crush steve with them.'

he looks a little shocked at being touched but then her words hit him and he laughs, loud, and uncurls. presses up into her hand like a cat. eyes bright, smile lingering, he asks,

'have you played yet at all? or is this all set-up still?' gesturing to the messy table in the dining room.

'we've played two sessions so far. but the set-up, the set-up took forever. does it always take that long? and i'm still trying to remember all my abilities.'

'no. i mean, it depends. the remembering is hard, especially later when you get more stuff, that's why the sheet is good - and so important to write everything down so you don't overlook it - but the - the set up, yeah. it depends. since it's your first time,' he explains as they wander through the house to the attic hatch, where he grabs the rope without needing a chair or foot stool or anything, 'you have to learn all the main rules first so that can be hard. especially if you're coming into it without reading a lot of fantasy or playing other games like that. but when you start playing, it's more fun. still takes ages, but fun.'

robin nods. they hadn't left the town where eddie had them start, and steve had accidentally insulted some random person on the street which meant that they had to run away or start a brawl, and nancy was surprisingly fixated on plants, but she could see how it would be fun.

'you're really selling me on it, kid,' she says, and quirks a smile when he looks nervous, like he might have scared her away. 'what's it like in california?'

will grunts, yanks down the hatch and the ladder. 'sunny,' he says, and climbs up.

that startles a laugh from her. 'sounds nice.' he pauses at the top of the ladder. 'something wrong?'

'no. it's just,' he hesitates.

robin peers up past him and sees the problem. from the inside of her jacket, she pulls a small, powerful torch and knocks it gently against his ankle, passing it up wordlessly. he clicks it on and sighs with relief before scuttling up into the space. after a moment, there's a dragging sound and then he calls down,

'watch out!'

he drops a box to the floor; it kicks up a cloud of dust and robin sneezes, backing up. eyes watering, she sneezes again. will hurried down the ladder and crouches next to the box, pulling through the neatly arranged contents. when he stands, he has four books in his hands and he looks almost apologetic as he holds them out.

'i know it looks like a lot, but -'

'you're a miracle child.' she grabs them eagerly. 'which one first? is there an order, or is it all -'

will, who gets the honour of her remembering his name because she's gonna keep him, huddles into her side so he can take one of the books and hold it open for her. he flips eagerly through what he calls "the beginner's handbook" even though it clocks in at a hundred plus pages. he's a fount of information and, she notes with interest, doesn't stumble over his words or hesitate while he's talking about the game. robin settles in to listen, slings an arm over his shoulder.

'and you said you're a ranger?'

'yeah. beast master.'

'oh that's sick,' he enthuses. 'have you chosen your beast? because there's some really cool options—here, check out this one, this is the monster manual. it has to be a beast type, obviously, but it's cool to look at the monsters too. they don't have many aberrations,' he says with an apologetic tilt, 'so i tend to design those myself—'

'wait, you can do that?'

'yeah. i like drawing and dungeons and dragons so...' he ruffles his bangs, ducks his head.

'that's really cool, will.'

even with his head dropped to hide his face, he's tall enough that she can just make out a pleased smile anyway. 'thanks. i didn't do it heaps. mostly i drew our characters.' he peeks up at her. 'i can - draw your character. if you want?'

'really?'

'yeah, totally.'

'that would be awesome, yeah!'

'okay!' he gathers the books and shoves the crate to the side of the hall, for steve to hoist into the attic again later. they head to the table where will helps himself to her character sheet and flips through it with a keen eye, nodding occasionally. 'this is nicely balanced for a first character,' he says when he's done.

'well, nancy and eddie helped.'

'oh nancy is playing?' will smiles. 'she played with us once.' he bites his lip, glances about.

'she's not here,' robin assures him, grinning. 'she's scary, huh?'

he nods enthusiastically. his eyes are bright, delighted. 'brutal.' then, 'um. is it okay if i draw in your notebook?'

'go for it.' robin pops up to sit on the table, facing him, and kicks her feet as she flips through the beast book he gave her. she's finally settled on a hyena when he puts down his pencil and hands back the page, which has a female archer sketched out on it. she looks more handsome than pretty, with short hair and a cap like robin hood, and for something that only took him a few minutes, the sketch is really, really good. she tells him as much and he turns away, turns his big smile to the wall.

'WILL!' steve's kid bellows from the door. 'WE'RE LEAVING!'

'oh, uh.' will jumps up, starts toward his friend. after a second, he rushes back, wraps his hands around the back of the chair he had been sitting in. drums his fingers against the wood. 'it was, uh, nice to meet you,' he says, and sticks out a hand.

she takes it. shakes firmly, once. 'see you round, william.'

he pulls away, hurries to the door. turns at the last second to wave, a tiny awkward wave low to his hip, and runs out to join his friends. it's a half second later that steve sidles over and drops an elbow hard on her shoulder, props himself up at her side.

'well, well, well. look who went and adopted a kid.'

'shut up, steve.'

'if it isn't miss your-dumb-kids-are-here who now has a dumb kid of her own.'

'my kid is an artist.'

'yeah, well, mine is a genius!'

'mine doesn't yell.'

steve concedes that point with a grimace. 'my kid trained a demodog.'

'the thing that nearly killed you?'

'that's so not the point, robin. geez. it was totally cool, obviously.'

'right. well my kid - okay, so i don't know that much about him,' she admits, forfeiting the bragging match. 'but i like him. he's cool.'

steve looks at the slammed door (courtesy of his kid) with a thoughtful look on his face. 'do you think...' he glances around to make sure there's no one near enough to hear them. even so, he lowers his voice. 'obviously, this is just a rumour but...people thought that he was kind of...'

robin waits, brows raised. he pauses.

'well. that he might be, you know.'

'and?'

'i'm not saying it's a bad thing,' he says, sounding exasperated. 'come on, give me some credit here. i'm just wondering if that's, like, why you like him.'

robin considers the question seriously, leans her weight against him until he swears and has to adjust his footing to hold her up. 'maybe,' she admits. 'it's like that movie we watched.'

'blade runner?'

'no. but i knew you liked that one.'

'it was fine,' he denies. 'E.T.?'

'no, steve,'

'we work in a video store, robin, we have watched a lot of movies. rocky. rocky two. rocky three.'

'you made me watch those.'

'and you're welcome.'

'i was going to say breakfast club. how they were all, woo, we're a group now.'

steve laughs. 'now i'm not sure you even watched it.'

'i did, i was just focused on the important parts. the chick who looked worse after her makeover,' she elaborates.

'oh interesting. not claire?'

she shrugs. 'anyway, it doesn't matter. my point is that people like us have to stick together—'

'people like -' he lifts his brows meaningfully. 'or people like...what?'

'weird people, steve. people who - who fight monsters and can't tell anyone. or who talk too much, or don't fit in for whatever reason. and yes, people like,' she lifts her brows right back at him. 'you've never had to deal with being weird but it sucks. especially in high school. i found marching band and that was literally my haven because kids aren't nice to anyone who is different.' she jumps down off the table, that sharp hot fierce angry feeling boiling in her again, and starts to pace. 'and life is hard, steve, it's really hard, when you have to avoid people who want to enforce the status quo when you can't do it, when you've tried to be normal because you'd really like to stop being bullied but it's no use because no matter what you do, it doesn't work. but you can have a place where that doesn't happen and it's so much more important because of what's going on outside and these kids had hellfire and now they don't even have that officially so they have to have each other and we have to have them!'

when she stops, panting, and swivels to look at him, steve is looking at her with that wide-eyed, dopey, totally fond look he gets when she's been rambling about something he already agreed with but didn't feel like stopping her. he pulls her into a hug and she collapses into it, grips the back of his shirt tight and buries her face into his shoulder. a few deep breaths gets the rest of the prickly anger out of her system.

he pats her back and says, voice warm and low, rumbling in his chest, 'yeah. we've got them.'

'good.' she sniffles. 'get off me.'

'make m—' he gets out before doubling over, wheezing, as she jabs two knuckles into his solar plexus. 'ouch, robin.'

#tagging my stories #prompt fill #st tag #3blts #sometimes a dnd table is three bisexuals and a lesbian & that’s valid #i will have more nancy robin at some point n eddie steve but i just wanted to write this thing first

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kylejsugarman · 2 months

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hopped over to my youtube account attached to my old gmail that i haven't used since late 2017 hoping to find something else and ended up scrolling down in my history all the way to march 2017 after it happened and saw that it was all mitski and adult swim infomercials/off the air and theres something weirdly comforting about how my youtube history like today would look the same. theres something special to me about art that has ur back throughout so many phases of ur life idk :')

#syd squeaks #when i say mitski saved my life im not joking!!! she was always there!!

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sophia-codes · 2 months

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random project no.1

Ok, maybe I have "finished" my project for this week. OK, maybe it isn't super finished but, I already have a basic functionality, and I liked it.

It's just a simple website where you can consult your elo on league of legends, leaguecheck.sophias.codes, maybe in the future I'll add the feature to view the match history idk.

Although it's simple I like it :)

Idk, I think that I spent too much time to do too little, Idk why but I have this feeling.

I used nextjs, react and tailwindcss, I learned a lot from this project.

The responsivity isn't bad, but could be better.

Also learned how to do a night mode switch, a feature that all my next websites will have.

That's It O_o

This album is soooo dawn good, I love lofi hip-hop sooo much omg. My fav tracks are "Infomercials & Heavy Eyelids", "Wii" and "Goomba", in this order. I'm thinking in making a post for my main blog about this tmrw, nothing too extravagant.

#Its always fun to see how we always start slow and confuse when learning something new; but a few days into It we get a lot better #I'm trying to stop playing league(at least a little (I'm too addicted)); but; making an app for league doesn't count #codeblr #league of legends #Spotify

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hime-memes · 1 year

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• Not-Your-Mother’s™ Character Building Questions •

- Hime’s character building questions with a twist ! -

** If this goes well - I may make a part 2 ! **

As always: Feel free to change anything within these that you see fit to make it work for your muse & the receiver’s muse !

Recommended For: Adult muses / plots / timelines. ** ( Could also work really well for those that employ video responses for their ask answers ! There are multiple parts to some questions and it has potential to open the way for more in-depth RPs and character development ! ) **

Trigger Warnings For: alcohol / drug references, NSFW-ish innuendo, swearing, death mentions, violence.

1 | Does your character have a favorite swear word ? If so, what is it & why is it their favorite ? 2 | If your character could fight any muppet, which would it be ? ( Bonus: At what location ? ) 3 | Is someone else going to have to clear their browser history if they meet an untimely end ? What message would they give that person ? 4 | What cartoon / fictional character was their sexual awakening ? Looking back on it, how do they feel about that choice now ? 5 | What fills them with unbridled rage & how often do they encounter this thing ? 6 | If they could switch bodies with ( 1 ) animal for the day, what would it be and why ? 7 | What’s their favorite youtube viral video & how did they find it ? 8 | Which social media site do they use and what do they think is the worst part(s) of it ? 9 | Picture it: your character wakes up in a booth, at a crappy diner, across from a ( clearly ) dead body with ‘ What’s new pussy cat ? ‘ playing on a loop. What’s their first guess as to what happened and what is their next move ? 10 | What clickbait title would your character use to describe themselves ? 11 | What’s their favorite saying ... and why ? Does this have an impact on how they live their life or is it a silly thing they just like to say ? 12 | What targeted ad shirt would they un-ironically own ? 13 | If they could cause whatever chaos they wanted -- Where would they start and would they escalate their antics quickly ? 14 | Which anime would consume their lives as a teen and why ? 15 | What’s their favorite insult to use and when / where did they learn it ? 16 | What family tradition(s) have they modified, or simply grown to ignore ? Is there a reason they’ve done so ? 17 | If their personality was an alcoholic beverage ... what would it be and how do they think others will interpret this information ? 18 | What would their social media handle(s) be and what significance do they have for your character ? 19 | How many demonic chihuahua - toddler hybrids could your character reasonably fight before they were overwhelmed and overpowered ? Did they walk into this scenario with a plan in place, or are they winging it as they go ? 20 | What’s the worst bootleg movie they would become invested in by accident ? 21 | How do they insult the average reddit / tumblr user ? ( We all know they deserve it. ) 22 | What does cilantro taste like to your muse ? Delicious herb -- or -- corner store bathroom hand soap ? Do they eat it anyway ? 23 | What’s the craziest thing your character has done for love ? Did it pan out ... or did it start their villain origin story ? 24 | What’s the hot button issue that they use to rile the people around them up so they can just watch the chaos and stupidity unfold ? 25 | What’s your character’s snide comeback to the family member that constantly asks them if they’re dating now, thinking about having kids, getting married, etc. ? 26 | What’s your character’s reaction to brand™ twitter ? 27 | What big chain store would they single handedly and with no remorse put out of business if possible & why ? Would their plan to do so be successful - or just make stocks in the company rise from the attention ? 28 | How does your character feel about adult Minecraft & Roblox youtubers ? Is their criticism valid ? 29 | What 3 AM infomercial can they recite verbatim ? Can they do it right now ? 30 | What modern slang word do they detest above all others ? Can they tell us why or when the first realized they hated it ? 31 | What fanfiction would your character write & for what fandom ? What’s the most interesting tag they’ve given / would give a fic ? 32 | What is your character’s favorite meme and in what contexts do they use it ? Has it ever caused a misunderstanding or fight ? 33 | Oh no ! Your character just sent a late drunk text ... who was it to, what was it about & what did they say ? ( Bonus: Tell us the response they got ! ) 34 | What is your character’s favorite vine™ or tiktok™ ? Can you quote it for us ? ( If applicable ! ) 35 | What’s your character’s least favorite color & who’s wardrobe would they change to nothing but that color just to add an extra reason to hate them ? 36 | Your character is told to make one dish / meal for someone they like -- What do they choose that will make their crush fall in love with them instantly ? 37 | Can your character describe what kind of phone they have, their favorite apps, the person they contact the most, and what their favorite phone case / accessory is ? 38 | If your muse could be isekaied into the another dimension/time, where would they choose to go & would they survive the trip ? Would they bring anyone with them ? How do they think their companion would react ? 39 | Tell us, is your character creative ? If so, in what way do they stand a cut above the rest ? Are they aware of this ? 40 | Give us the style run down for your character ! What sorts of items do they go for when creating their signature style ? Do other people try to replicate this / even if they did, would the look have the same impact ? What are their influences when dressing themselves ? 41 | Forget love interests; when your character saw their nemesis did they know immediately that they were the one, or did they have to antagonize one another first ? What kind of relationship do your character and their nemesis have ? Do they foresee it changing in the future ? If so, how ? 42 | What’s the most expensive gift your character has received & how do they feel about it ? 43 | What lyrics speak to your character’s soul and why ? Do they have any musical selections that would surprise the people that know them ? If so, what might they be ? 44 | What does it take for your character to stand up for someone else ? Are they a reluctant protector -- or bold badass ? Who’s behalf do they step in for most often ? Does teh other person seem okay with this or are they usually annoyed ? How does your character feel about that reaction ? 45 | Can your character name a movie and a book that has fundamentally changed them in one way or anther ? Can they elaborate on why ? When did they first encounter this media and why has it stuck with them for so long ? Do they often watch/read these ? 46 | After some snooping, someone’s found your character’s dating profile: what’s the most shocking thing they find out about your character ? How accurate is your character’s dating profile ? Can you tell us what their bio says ? Which dating site do they frequent ? Have they successfully met someone using it ? 47 | What smells / flavors do your character associate with themselves ? Would this be accurate if they asked other people ? Why do they feel those scents and flavors are representative of them ? 48 | Would your character rather fight a baboon once a month, or fight a chicken every time they needed to get in a vehicle to go somewhere ? 49 | What’s the most pained your character has ever been ? Was it physical, emotional, or mentally ? Is it something they’d be willing to discuss ? If so - how have they come to terms with it ? 50 | Your character has to write a haiku that describes their dominant emotion: tell us what it says and see if we can guess the emotion it’s describing !

#original rp meme #rp meme #character buillding meme

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darksouls2yuri · 1 year

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i used to be hard fast i cannot fall asleep without animal planet/food network/boomerang/history channel/nat geo on as a kid i regularly would end up watching infomercials late at night bc i also had trouble sleeping (and still do. its 11pm and im still up) but like. i can see it all in my head i was so jacked into dish network i was The Watcher.

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iloveprettyboysblog · 1 year

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Devour, Part Six

A/N: JJ's toxic home life. Age Gap Romance. Older Woman/Younger Man(keeping it legal according to NC 's laws). Eventual Smut.

Sunday Morning. 6 am. Doing the walk of shame to my front door. I quietly open it and slide in. Hoping not to wake my dad. He's usually passed out on the couch, empties surrounding him. But he surprised me by being sober and awake, waiting for me.

"Missed you this weekend. Spoke with some of your teachers. Seems like you're doing well in school." I don't bother telling him that parent teacher conferences are a complete waste of time. Especially in high school, my dad's always gone. I'd rather he skip it.

He looks over his shoulder at me, as I make my way to my room. "Your history teacher, what's her name?" My heart starts thumping in my chest. So loud that I think he can hear it. "Ms. Cooper. " We look at each other in silence until he says, "She's a knockout. I'm telling you, teachers never looked that good when I was in school. "

He laughs a little and I think that he can sense that he's making me mad. I don't like him talking about Marni that way, thinking that she's pretty. "She had nothing but good things to say about you. "

He looks at me expectantly, I lamely reply with, "I like history more than I thought I would. " His voice is dripping with innuendo, "Right. Well, I like her." I don't know what to say so I just say the first thing that comes to mind. "She's old, " I blurt out. "Old? She's probably not even thirty yet. That's not old. Believe me. "

Something inside me snaps and I can't help what comes out of my mouth. "You want to date her?" He shakes his head no, "Of course not. " I feel relieved deep down. I have no idea what he does when he's not at home. He could have another family and I wouldn't be surprised if he did.

He at least has the good sense to look uncomfortable as I finally make my great escape to my room. I push a pile of dirty clothes off my bed and onto the floor. The whole place is a mess, but I don't really care. Lately, I feel like I can't concentrate. Like I have a wild animal living inside my chest and it wants out.

It feels like a gnawing sensation, like my skin is on fire and inside out. John B says that I need to get laid, I can only rub one out in the shower so many times. The girls at school bore me. All except for her. I kick the pile of dirty clothes into the middle of the room, making a mental note to throw a load in before tonight is over.

I can't go to school and sit in front of Marni's desk smelling like ass. I wait until I hear my dad leave and I think about him drooling over her. It pisses me off, he's way too old to be lusting after her. I plug in my cellphone and once it gets enough battery power, I have nine new messages waiting for me.

I haven't checked it since last night, I scroll through the messages, two from Kie, one from JB. Some junk mail and one from an unknown number with a NC area code, I almost delete it until something tells me to open it. When I finally read it, I don't believe what it says so I read it again. The time stamp says a little past two in the morning.

Unknown Number: Hey JJ. I hope you don't mind me texting you, I'm aware that it's risky, I know. If you ever want to share a coffee with me, just to talk let me know. Reply with a time and date. Please delete this after reading. ~M~

I'm too busy deleting her message but saving her contact information under a different name that I don't stop to think about how she could have gotten my phone number.

It's three in the morning and I can't sleep, I'm laying in my bed watching the moon through the tree tops and my alarm clock is staring at me. Like it knows that I have to be to work in less than three hours. I've cleaned my apartment from top to bottom, twice. Cleaned out my closet and made a donation pile. Browsed the internet and returned some texts.

Watched a movie, tried to fall asleep a dozen times. All that's on is old infomercials, like who would actually spend their hard earned money on that crap? I feel like I want to crawl out of my skin. It itches, I feel like I'm burning up so I take an ice bath. Nothing helps.

I think about JJ. His blue eyes haunt me. He's mentioned his father a few times, but he refuses to talk about his mom. I've heard some whispers or rumors about JJ's family life: alcoholic father, absentee mother. No siblings.

The high school gym teacher, Mr. Mathers asked me out on a date. I almost laughed in his face. I see the way that the male faculty members look at me: like i'm a piece of meat and they're wolves, ready to pounce and devour me. Disgusting. They're all disgusting middle aged men who think that a woman owes them something. A date to them equals sex. They're so transparent.

My thoughts keep on going back to JJ. To his youth and beauty. He intrigues me, behind his smart-ass persona, behind his laid back surfer boy exterior there's something ready to snap. I have to be careful.

I pick up my phone and browse through Facebook. Nothing grabs my attention. I put the phone back on the coffee table and stand up and stretch. I pace back and forth and drink a glass of wine, hopefully it'll put me to sleep. I halfway watch some old black and white movie until my alarm goes off and I begin to dress for the day.

My phone goes off with a text message and all that I can see is the word URGENT in bold letters. It's JJ, I read his reply sent at 5:50 this morning. He gives me the answer I was hoping he would.

Friday night finally rolls around and I do exactly what Marni told me to. I wait at the bus stop and wait for her to pull up, I get into her car and we go into a part of town where no one could recognize us. We end up at a little hole in the wall coffee shop, it's dark and the walls are lined with privacy booths. Blue lights are over the bar, turning the place the color of the ocean: deep and mysterious. Mellow jazz music wafts over the speakers, the smell of coffee permeates the air.

We didn't talk much on the way over and now that we're here I notice that my palms are sweaty and my mouth is dry. Marni slides into the seat across from me, asks me what I want as the waitress approaches our booth. I stare at the menu with it's various fancy coffees with weird names like Devil's Delight, Vanilla Bean, Triple Whammy, Red Hot Chilli Pepper Surprise. I can't focus. "I like the Italian Stallion, it's a special blend of beans from a tiny town in Italy and black licorice. It's really good. "

"Sounds good to me, " I say. Hoping that my voice doesn't crack. It holds strong. The waitress takes our order and Marni adds a slice of triple chocolate cake and two forks. She winks at me and I smile in return.

I slide the menu back behind the napkin dispenser on the table, my hands are under the table to hide how nervous she makes me. I look at her from across the booth and for the first time that night, our eyes connect. She looks at me and says, "I'm glad you came."

"Me too." I inwardly cringe as my wit and charm fail me. How do I talk to her? She turns my insides into a pile of jelly and makes my blood run hot. I doubt that she listens to the music that I like. I can't think of anything to talk about.

"You're kinda quiet. Is everything okay?" She covers my hands with hers. "I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable, JJ. I just want to get to know you a little bit better. I want to enjoy your company. I completely understand if you don't want-"

"No! No. I- I'm just not sure. I - I mean, this is cool. I don't want to leave or anything. I just don't know what to say. "

"You never seem to struggle with words when you take me on in the classroom. " I can tell by her small smile that she's teasing me, and I feel like I can relax. "Well, let's talk about world history- how about them Huns?" I get a small laugh and I feel relief. This might not be that difficult at all.

"That's the JJ I want to know. " The drinks come and then the dessert. I grab a fork and take a bite. "This is really good. " Her smile gets bigger. "I should have ordered two slices. "

Embarrassment creeps up my neck and I'm glad that it's dark. "I'll buy us another one. " She slices off a piece and slides it between her plump lips. "Don't be silly, I just wanted a taste. " I watch her red, red lips the whole time.

We get lost in easy conversation until she brings up my parents. I told her that I'm left alone a lot. I don't know why I told her that. I don't think that she cares about stuff like that.

She mentions my grades and she sounds like my teacher. The cozy feelings evaporate between us. She mentions that her parents are divorced and it dawns on me that she thinks that my parents are divorced. I tell her that my mom is deceased and Marni looks shocked and then sympathy takes over.

"I'm so sorry, JJ. I had no idea-" "I don't talk about her much. " She nods her head " I can tell that this is painful for you. " I lean back in the booth and lace my fingers behind my head. "Naw, I don't really remember her because it happened a long time ago, I think that I was two at the time. " Emotions are starting to claw their way up my throat and I push them down. "I don't even know what she looks like. "

She leans toward me and takes my hand in hers. "Well, you are an intelligent and charming young man. " I feel my insides turn into mush. Marni's so stunning. I just want to lean over and kiss her.

I give Marni a smile; Kie calls it my "hook, line and sinker" smile. "I have you on my hook and now I'm going to reel you in " smile. I know whatever I'm doing is working and I turn it on high beam for her. All dimples and blue eyes.

I think of Kie, who's mother plays twenty questions every time she tries to leave the house, and Pope's dad, who sends out a search party every time Pope's fifteen minutes late.

Marni sips her coffee. I watch her, feeling more comfortable and totally into the here and now. The gap between us has closed a little more; I can forget that she's my teacher. We listen to music and she slides into the seat next to me. Something about not being able to see the band. Our thighs are touching, I feel like I'm being electrocuted. All I can smell is her perfume and it makes my jeans grow tighter and I hope that she doesn't notice.

She's staring at the band as if she doesn't know what effect she has on me. I swallow a mouthful of coffee and it burns my tongue. The pain distracts me from running my fingers up her thigh.

The house band starts wrapping up and Marni says, "We should go before it gets any later." I could stay with her all night, but I agree with her. It's almost 11.

Once we're in her car, Marni says, "I'll drop you off at the end of your street. Is that okay?" I nod, feeling the gap between us getting wider. I don't have a car and I hate feeling like a child.

She stops at the end of my street. "Here you go. Four houses down on the left. Sorry delivery can't be to your door, but better safe than sorry." I nod, opening the door. "I had a lot of fun. Thank you. " I settle on the word " fun" because "mind blowing " would be doing too much. "So did I. "

I get out, wishing I didn't have to leave her. She leans over towards the passenger window, "Maybe we can hang out again sometime. " I quickly take her up on her offer, and my eyes drift down to her breasts, straining against her sweater. "Next time, my treat. "

She laughs. "Absolutely. " I watch her drive away, shoving my hands into my pockets and head for my house. It's not until I'm in my room getting ready for bed that it hits me-she never had to ask me for directions. She drove me straight home, she knew what house was mine, as if she's been here before.

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