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thesconesyard · 8 months

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Yeehaw! Woo, literally just finished writing this one. Yea, I am proud of the way the dumb joke at the end managed to work 😁😁

When the Cactus Blooms

26. A Horse with No Name

“Who’s this lad?” Scotty asked.

Chekov and Jaylah had come into the stables. A horse followed calmly behind them.

“Don’t know,” Chekov answered. “It was standing outside the fence.” He pointed towards the back of the stables and the pasture beyond.

“Hmm,” Scotty hummed. “Must have broken loose from somewhere during the storm last night. Seems tame enough. Any marks?”

“None,” Jaylah said. Jim had been teaching her the neighboring and common brands.

“It’s quite a handsome beast,” Scotty said. “Just followed you? Didn’t have to hand guide it?”

“No. She’s very tame,” Chekov agreed.

“Well, you get her some food and I’ll go see if Spock recognizes her. He’s got a good memory for that sort of thing. If he’s seen her in town he’ll know.”

Spock did not recognize the horse.

“What shall we do?” Spock asked Jim. Jim had come to see the horse as well when Scotty had gone looking for Spock.

“Keep her here for now,” Jim said. “She acts like she’s come from a good home. Someone will have to come along, missing her eventually.”

The horse spent a week in the pasture and stables with their own animals.

“Don’t forget to ask about the horse,” Jim called as Scotty and McCoy rode away.

“Yeah, yeah,” McCoy waved a dismissive hand over his shoulder and Scotty held back a laugh.

“Be nice love,” Scotty told him and bumped closer to him on the wagon seat.

They were headed to town. Christine and Uhura had made them a list and so had Jim. Scotty didn’t like going to town too often, he preferred to stay and work on the ranch, but the opportunity to spend time with McCoy away from everyone for a while sounded too good to pass up.

McCoy let the horses set a steady pace and turned to snatch a quick kiss.

“Len!” Scotty laughed.

“Had to get it out,” McCoy smiled. “Probably don’t want me doing that in town.”

“Might get looked at, true,” Scotty agreed with a smile.

“My, my! Look who just walked through my door!” A girlish voice called to him and Scotty grinned.

“Hello Gaila!”

“Montgomery Scott! I haven’t seen you for ages!” The saloon owner came forward to give him a hug. “How are you? What brings you to town?” Gaila took his arm and led him to a table.

“Supplies,” Scotty answered. “The ladies made a list.”

“And how are they? And everyone else?”

Scotty sat and chatted. He and McCoy had already loaded the wagon, and the doctor had gone to visit and collect a few things from Dr. M’Benga. Scotty had taken the task of checking around for the mysterious horse’s owner.

“Say Gaila,” Scotty began after they had caught up on the doings at the ranch, “had anyone been in who’s missing a horse?”

“Oh. Hmm, let me think,” Gaila looked up towards the ceiling and was quiet. “No. Can’t think of anyone. You’ve got one?”

“Aye. Quite a nice one. Lovely chestnut color, some white around the back and legs.”

“Well, if I hear anything I’ll send’em your way. Is that Dr. McCoy?”

Scotty looked up to see McCoy enter. He lifted a hand and waved.

“Hello Ms. Gaila,” McCoy said as he took the seat next to Scotty. “Any luck?” he asked.

“No one is missing a horse,” Scotty told Jim as they unloaded the wagon. “Gaila said if she hears anything she’ll let us know or send them our way.”

“Well I suppose it’s no bad thing to keep such a pleasant animal around,” Jim shrugged.

“Did you find Trébol’s owner?” Chekov came around the corner of the stable. Jim handed him down a sack, and Chekov grunted at the weight.

“Who’s Tribble?” McCoy asked.

“Trébol,” Chekov repeated. “The horse.”

“What kind of name is Tribble?” McCoy asked, making a confused face at Chekov.

“You named her?” Jim asked.

Chekov blushed.

“It didn’t seem right to just keep calling her ‘the horse.’ So, Trébol.”

“Tribble?” McCoy said again, skeptically.

“Trébol,” Chekov said.

“I said that, Tribble,” McCoy stated.

“Not Tribble, Trébol. Because her one large marking looks like a clover.”

“What does a clover have to do with this?” McCoy asked, stopping what he was doing to look at Chekov. The young man’s face had gone red again.

“In Spanish! Trébol is clover! Her marking is clover shaped.” Chekov stared at the doctor, his look nearly exasperated.

“Oh,” McCoy said. “Trébol. Yeah, guess that’s fitting.” He grabbed a bolt of cloth Uhura had asked for, and began to walk for the house. “Tribble,” he muttered under his breath as he walked. He gave his head a shake.

Scotty and Jim gave each other a look before shaking their own heads and getting back to work.

#yeehawgust #day 27 a horse with no name #star trek #montgomery scott #leonard mccoy #pavel chekov #james t kirk #gaila #the trouble with trébol #yes dumb puns #when the cactus blooms

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oddthesungod · 3 years

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jim should not be allowed near space instagram

#star trek #mckirk #jim kirk #leonard mccoy #stars ur trek #tagging bones and the ship even if he doesn't actually really show on the drawing lol #jim says yeehaw rights!

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detective4blog · 3 years

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An absolute clusterfuck of Sebastian headcanons:

Bisexual himbo??? Doesn't conform to gender but also doesn't care enough to actually say what gender identity is????

Absolutely hates the cold, makes his scars all achy and just overall he hates the cold, absolutely a miserable bastard in it.

Speaking of scars moving onto location and origin BECAUSE I FINALLY FIGURED THAT SHIT OUT

Scar across his nose from a fight, faded but still visible

Scar that runs over his lip, another fight. His nickname is Basher for a reason folks!

Tiger scars, starts just below his collar bone and ends at his hips, lost a nipple because of this. This isn't really a headcanon it's canon in Hounds of the D'Ubervilles, I just make 'em long

Scar across his back, starts at shoulder blade, ends like in the middle of his back. Got it from an accident while hiking.

Stab wound scar on his lower back, also not a headcanon, another one from HOTD. He didn't go into why he was stabbed in the lower back with a dagger so yeehaw folks. And thus concludes the section of his scars.

Only really drinks whiskey, kinda hates all other kinds of alcohol.

Certain fabrics irritate his scars so he's very picky when it comes to clothes.

Hates wearing suits, only wears one when Jim convinces him (or orders him enough)

Doesn't know how the fuck he became right hand man, half the time he just was brutally honest when Jim asked for feedback on whatever the fuck he was doing

Listening to Jim ramble is one of the many things Sebastian loves doing. Unless the ramble is about Sherlock. Then he's grumpy as shit.

Younger brother! By five years. Don't ask why it's so specific.

Speaking of age he's also younger than Jim. Only by like a couple years? Idk.

Dog person!! He fuckin loves dogs. Not too fond of cats but give him a while and he'll tolerate a cat's existance.

Copes with humor.

Horrible sleep schedule no matter what, he kinda hates that

Kinda sorta adopts like any kids on the street who like would accept his help. Also gets kids out of abusive households.

Cannot cook for the fucking life of him.

An absolute flirt, will flirt at any time, a legend at it despite my shit writing

Dramatic asshole. Possibly more dramatic than Jim

Kinda has a high pain tolerance whoops.

Tries to take care of his mental health but also doesn't know what the fuck he's doing so...

Was a gun for hire before being hired by Jim, absolutely hated being a gun for hire, bitches about it all the time.

He only knows how to waltz and he's rusty as shit at that.

Finds it funny that jealous coworkers assume that he got to the position he's in because of sleeping with the boss. At first it bothered him but he mentioned it to Jim who finds it fucking hilarious.

However he hates the phrase "glorified attack dog" being used to describe him.

Loves to show off. Absolutely fucking adores it. Cocky son of a bitch.

Sunny weather is best weather

Secretly a romantic cheeseball

Falls in love really fast and hard whoops

Cannot resist making jokes whenever someone asks about his body count. Because both are high.

Not ashamed for being a slutty sniper! Nobody can shame this bastard he had FUN damnit

Has a lip ring piercing, kinda forgot to mention it, first time Jim saw it he was absolutely shocked and then flustered because metal kink I mean what.

Sucks at shooter games and that pisses him off

Anyway that's it for now I'm sorry half of these are crack.

#sebastian moran #mormor #um #headcanons #my headcanons #crack headcanons #uh #idk man #lemme know if anything needs a tw

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neon-junkie · 4 years

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Not a request but

Imagine you're a woman going back home after an errand. You see a man slumped up against a tree, injured with a gun shot wound on his shoulder. He's alive but not for longer if you leave him out there. Not the type to leave him alone, you take him back and dress his wound. One thing you notice on this man is his... extremely wide pants. The next day he wakes up, not sure why he's still alive. He sees you walk in and chuckles.

"You just standing there looking pretty... You gonna introduce yourself?"

The next thing you know, you spend weeks with the man you saved. He introduces himself as Flaco and you've never met a man so gruff yet so soft.

One day, he's gone. Where did he go? You only see a note on your table that says "I'll be back, gatita"

Days turn into weeks. You want to forget Flaco but it's hard. One day, you're tending your garden when you hear a huge band of riders arrive. You grab your gun in case of burglars.

You see a man with some all too familiar pants. "I said I'd be back, gatita".

He's left Jim Calloway and started his own gang. Flaco takes you back into the mountains and you become the most well-respected woman in Flaco's gang. You and Flaco live happily ever after yeehaw

Thanks for your writing! Sorry if my little blurb isnt the most refined thing but I just wanted to let you know that your fics and art are always appreciated :) keep up the good work and hope the best for u!

I reallyreallyreally needed this right now. Thank you so much, anon x

and I also love/hate that you included his DAMN FLUFFY PANTS. Maybe one day i’ll like em, if you lot convince me xD

#honestly #i really needed this #been feeling very beat up lately #love #personal #for me #flachoes #Anonymous

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sweet-tweeties · 4 years

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Thoughts Bastardized, and I’m Still Shaken from Emotions from the Sonic Movie.

SPOILERS AS FUCK BELOW. MIGHT ADD MORE LATER:

Amazing and Best Sonic Portrayl Sonic is touch starved Jim Carrey a mad man. Best Eggman, and a real fucking dick. He was slowly turning into AoStH RRRRRRRROBOTNIK Saddly did not say pingas TAILS!!!!!!!!!! ITS TAILS!!!!!!!!!! eDCHINDAS for about 2 minutes. Knuckles not found. Sonic is a lonely, sad E-boy, wanting to hold hands

One of Three things is possible: Sonic, the Cryptid Sonic, the Fae Spirit Sonic, the E.T.

5 things of Corona in a Cowboy Biker Bar will get Sonic to glass somebody. Sonic could SERIOUSLY KILL EVERYONE IN THAT FUCKING BAR. What he did was child's play.

Sonic not wanting to get close to Tails in a past world. Sonic looking for no one to avoid heart break. Tails trying to find Sonic now because he's a cool dude.

Sonic runs when anxious, and glows REALLY BRIGHT with any sort of amplified emotion.

Tim and Sonic's relation was super sweet. Wow, it had a lot of emotional connectiongs and FEELING to it.

Cocky, but well spirited. Mischevious, but confident and steadfast.

Someone drew Sanic. Blue Devil

Mushroom level from Sonic 3 is in there. Sonic don't like mushrooms.

Sonic gets put in a doggy cage, unconcious. Prodded with spacular.

No mentions of moon pissing and fucking wives.

PEOPLE YELLED ABOUT TAILS OH LORD

Uhh, sexual jokes. They kept the breast milk thing.

Pentagon in Mean Bean Machine

Sobbed for a totaly of 10 minutes (Beginning and end)

Olive Garden, Vale, Pumas, bit of marketing

Person next to Magda had a chili dog. GIrl to my right wanted to hear City Escape despite GOING TO SAN FRANSISCO

"WHY IS THERE A PYRAMID IN THE MIDDLE OF GFUCKING SAN FRANSISCO?"

COP ALMOST SAYS BITCH, EGGMAN SAYS HELL

SONIC CANT SWEAR. TRIES TO HAVE BIG DICK ENERGY

FEET. FEET. FEET. FEET PADS. FEET. SWEATY TOES. I HOPE NO ONE FAPPED

Jim Carrey is BEST Robotnik; very animated and FUN!

Sonic almost dies 3 times.

*Every 5 seconds in a scene* "Is that a Sonic reference? IS IT?"

SONIC IS SO FUCKING CAPABLE OF KILLING PEOPLE, HE CHOOSES NOT TO. CHAOTIC GOOD? uh? AND HIS POWER CAN BE DEADLY IF YOU REALLY THOUGHT ABOUT IT WITH YOUR MORBID, MAGGOT FUCKED BRAIN.

First prezels now vet?

Little girl running around her mom singing Sonic X theme

Nurse lady pat Sonic down. Probs his dick

"BOOOOOO FORTNITE DANCE 0/10 WORST MOVIE EVER"

GREEN HILL ZONE MUSIC HEARD

Cowboy Sonic. Yeehaw. But why no pants still? Closest thing we got was a towel.

I got to hear Sonic fart. Another fetished snuck in

NO I AM THE EGGMAN???? KOKO KACHOO

SO THATS WHY HES NAMED EGGMAN. HIS ROBOTS.

Dude punches Eggman. Fucking DECKED

EGGSACKS. POSSINBLE EGGMAN GOT BIG BALLS

WE WERE DISGUSTED

EGGMAN DONT NEED FRIENDS... SONIC DOES

SONIC said he will not run away with these powers. Character development!

Very 90s movie

That... one owl movie? Also Aknothole is probably a thing? Need to know if Ken Penders said anything.

The Slowmo in the Bar and Bot fight... Fucking SICK. Tripped out and everything felt even MORE CRISP when slowed. Debate if Sonic's a nature sprite or fae creature continues.

HIPSTER SONIC

All Haill Donut Lord

Heartfelt

LITTLE GIRL IS SO CUTE AND SWEET. GENUINE

Sonic talks to himself because he doesn't have no one else. I FEEL SO BAD. HE HAS NEVER BEEN WITH PEOPLE. Very clever and DEEP

Peanut Butter on my balls, let the dog lick 'em

Sonic because a weird fluffy feather duster thing.

Ball sonic is like a ball.

Always kept thinking to see another Sonic meme somewhere.

#sonic spoilers #sonic movie spoilers #spoilers #DONT READ SPOILERS

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lovingloudly-archived · 5 years

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if you had to recommend some songs by queen for someone who had never listened to them or only know like one song by them,, what songs would you recommend? -🌱⭐️

ehdjrfghkdgdkjh AAAAAH this is v relevant (well queen always is to me but shh) cause i watched the rest of the rock montreal concert last night and cried during SONGS I HAD NO REASON TO CRY AT they just make emotional waah :,)

first off!! a couple of things to note about queen: they literally have a song that will??? never be surpassed in how popular and iconic it is, srsly. NONE OF US have any recollection of learning the lyrics yet when it comes on everyone in the nearby vicinity is like OH FUCK YEAH!!!!. another thing, queen is the only band where each member has individually written a number one single and i think that is pretty iconic so i’m gonna list these songs by band member because honestly KNOWING SOMETHING LIKE…. OH I DONT KNOW… A NOW Astrophysicist writing a song called fat bottomed girls….. yeah! and last thing, u may or may not know so many more queen songs than u think :))

ANYWAY YEAH THERE MIGHT BE A LOT HERE, LISTED BY BAND MEMBER AND KINDA CHRONOLOGICALLY/BY ALBUM (also genuinely i havent even heard all of their songs SO THIS MAY BE INACCURATE IN THE FUTURE BABIE)

* means my personal faves :D

freddie (cat dad, loved his husband jim hutton :D read mercury & me, u fools!!, literally can’t look at him in the 70s vs 80s and believe they’re the same, actually was v shy irl and finding that out made me feel ok abt being shy myself 🥺):*my fairy king liar (JOHN DEACON HAS THE SICKEST BASS SOLO IN THIS OK.)seven seas of rhyefunny how love is (CRIED THE FIRST TIME I HEARD THIS TBH)killer queenin the lap of the gods (AAaaAAaaAAAAAAAAAAAAH)death on two legslazing on a sunday afternoon*seaside rendezvous (feels like a summer boardwalk or carnival. ur gonna love it)love of my life*somebody to love (honestly thinking too hard about how many looking for/wanting love songs freddie wrote makes me SO emotional bc he really wanted somebody to love and then a year after he wrote it’s a hard life about the same kinda topic he met jim and they were together until the end :,) and freddie said in an interview that he had “found that niche he was looking for his entire life” and OHH MY GOD THAT MAKES ME CRYY)good old-fashioned lover boy*we are the champions (i can’t listen to this too often but when i do DEFINITELY OPT FOR A LIVE VERSION LIKE LIVE AID BECAUSE IT. HITS. MY HEART)bicycle race (freddie rlly just wanted to write a song about bicycles. and also don’t listen to anyone who tries to say this is about bisexuality oh my GODDD)*don’t stop me now (the happiest song on earth, according to science, IT CHECKS OUT!!! I FEEL SO MUCH SEROTONIN BC OF THIS. EVEN WHEN IT PLAYED THAT ACAPELLA BEGINNING AT THE END OF BO RHAP OHHH MYGOD) *play the gamecrazy little thing called love (inspired by elvis, FREDDIE COULD PLAY LIKE 3 CHORDS ON GUITAR AND WE LOVE HIM FOR IT)staying power (watch me put all of hot space on here. ITS A FUNKY ALBUM!)body language (LISTEN. I KINDA LOVE IT)life is realcalling all girls*cool cat (FREDDIE SANG THE FULL THING IN FALSETTO. DO U SEE THIS)*soul brother (HE WROTE THIS ABOUT BRIAN/DEDICATED TO HIM U GUYSS :(((( AND THEY WERE SOUL BROTHERS!!!!! ohmyodtheywereosulbrothrsrs)*it’s a hard lifepain is so close to pleasure (also composed by deaky!)the miracle (it’s credited to all of them but it says the main composers were freddie and john!)*breakthru (THE JOY OF THIS SONG AND HOW MUCH FUN THEY WERE HAVING ON THE VIDEO :(((( IT GETS ME EMO)was it all worth itinnuendoi’m going slightly mad*the show must go on (makes me cry too much to listen to it unless its SAD FREDDIE HOURS but when you think about how close to the end this was yet how fukgignhn incredible his vocals still were it’s so heartbreaking and admirable like waah i just :( love freddie mercury sm)

brian may (TALL. big hair. what is his routine tbh???, ASTROPHYISICIST?? THEY’RE ALL SO SMART. LOVES ANIMALS AND IS TRYING TO END BADGER CULLING. i’d offer him my life):keep yourself alive*doing alright (this was written before queen was properly formed and the band was still roger, brian and tim staffel, who also helped write it, in smile!)the night comes down (you can tell ESPECIALLY well in this song that the only time slots they could get at the studio to record was super late at night ksjfdgjkfdg)father to son*now i’m here (SOUNDS SO GOOD LIVE BECAUSE ITS FASTER AND JUST MORE ENERGETIC AND WAAH OH MY GOD CAN’T RECOMMEND LISTENING TO LIVE VERSIONS OF NOW I’M HERE ENOUGH)*’39 (um. the only song to exist actually! queen’s designated yeehaw song. jsut listen to it played live at earls court babie!! the story of the song is here and TBH LIKE. BRIAN WENT OFF AND CONTINUED TO GO OFF WITH HIS SONGS)*good companytie your mother downwhite man*we will rock youall dead, all dead*sleeping on the sidewalk (MY FAVE BRIAN VOCALS TBH)*it’s late*fat bottomed girls (:^])dragon attack (GONNA YEET THAT SOUND EHYEYEYAAH)dancerput out the fire (PEOPLE GET SHOT BY PEOPLE. PEOPLE WITH GUUUNS)las palabras de amor (depacito song.)*hammer to fall (I PREFER THIS SONG LIVE BUT STUDIO VERSION IS STILL. SO GOOD. THESE LYRICS??? ‘HERE WE STAND, HERE WE FALL, HISTORY WONT CARE AT AALL’ UHHHH!!! HEHEHEHEY HAMMER TO FFaaAAALL?)*who wants to live forever (dont TALK TO Me about this SONG ill cry i literally never listen to it its been months it makes me SO sad and how the music swells and ohh my god I CANTT.)i want it allscandal*headlong (just how cute they all are in the music video ALONE…. hoop diddy diddy… hoop diddy doo :(( wow)roger taylor (for some reason the fandom thirsts over him. its kinda just creepy. i just thinks he’s cute in a rat way and i love him AND ROGERINA see: i want to break free :)) also he said trans rights and as the wise jim hutton said freddie and roger were ‘clearly soulmates’)i’m im love with my car (OH YOU THOUGHT BO RHAP WAS THE WEIRDEST SONG ON ANATO????)drowse*action this day (oh sidenote brian and roger hated hot space and NOBODY IN THE FANDOM NOR ROGER’S OWN CHILDREN AGREE WITH THEM. IT SLAPS HARDDDDD)*radio ga ga (nothing can communicate my joy whenever i hear this song but like with a lot of other songs NOTHING COMPARES TO THE LIVE VERSIONS OF IT AND SEEING ALL THE PEOPLE DO THE HAND CLAPS LIKE :((( their power..)*one vision (yeah its by roger but ever wondered why the last lyric is fried chicken? jim hutton saying to freddie after the band were messing around adlibbing ‘u should leave that in’ AND THEN THEY DID. THANK YOU JIMOTHY HUTHICN)a kind of magic*these are the days of our lives (:()

ALSO AGAIN I HAVENT LISTENED TO ALL OF THEIR SONGS, SO THERE’S A LOT I’M LEAVING OUT DFJHKGFFKGLJ

john deacon (born august 19th 1951 :) and he rlly wants u to know it. his dream when asked was “wet.”, he likes cheese on toast, HAS A LOT OF KIDS, wrote some of the most iconic basslines in the world and is just overall incredibly bouncy and groovy. whether u call him deacy or deaky is up to u and then ur fate will decided by the disco gods)misfire (the general fandom agrees this is abt premature ejaculation. the song’s only 1:50 long AND IT’S MORE OF A FANDOM INSIDE JOKE THAN ANYTHING BUT REALLY.. LISTEN TO THAT SONG AND TRY TO THINK IT HAS MEANING THAT Isn’t That. again, JOHN HAS LIKE 6 KIDS)you’re my best friend (john was only like early 20s when we wrote this but it’s about his wife and :((((( wtf true love)*another one bites the dust (REALLY JUST LIKE. MADE THE BASSLINE FOR ONE OF THE MOST ICONIC SONGS IN THE WORLD. AND HE DID IT MULTIPLE TIMES???)*back chat (another similarly inside joke kinda thing in the album, THE GENERAL CONSENSOUS IS THAT THIS IS ABOUT BRIAN AHAHSHDSFHKJDF BECAUSE THE HOT SPACE ERA WHAT KINDA TENSE SINCE THEY DIDNT AGREE ON THE ALBUM BUT WE’LL NEVER KNOWWW)under pressure (ANOTHER BASSLINE FROM THE MAN THE MYTH THE DISCO LEGEND HIMSELF)*i want to break free (OH AND HE DID THIS SONG AS WELL UHH. EVERYONE SAY THANK YOU JOHN DEACON????)*friends will be friends (makes me so emotional :((( queen were a familyyyy :()

and bonus stuff:

LISTEN TO FREDDIE’S SOLO ALBUM ‘MR. BAD GUY’ I AM BEGGING U,,,, U WON’T REGRET IT IT’S SO ??? JUST LIKE SO FULL OF FUCIGNGN,.. LOVE SONGS AND IT’S S DANCABLE AND ALSO MADE ME CRY AND GOD. it was literally just remastered and rereleased THIS MOnth this is such a good time to listen to it,, pls… their solo stuff is so goodas for live performances definitely recommend live at the rainbow, rock montreal, live aid, hungarian rhapsody & wembley ‘86 HELL I HAVEN’T WATCHED MOST OF THESE MYSELF I’M TOO EMOTIONALLY SENSITIVE WHEN IT COMES TO QUEEN….. BUT I HOPE U LIKED THIS LONGWINDED POST :)

#anon #answered

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thesconesyard · 9 months

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Yeehaw!!

When the Cactus Blooms

8. Patrolling the Mojave

Pavel Chekov stared at the ground for any sign of John Harrison. He was still in shock that the man had taken advantage of their kindness. He glanced at Mr. Scott on the horse next to him. He seemed even more upset about what the man had turned out to be.

Chekov himself was missing a pocket watch his grandfather had given him many years previous before he left his home and set out in the world. He was the youngest person on the ranch, but only rarely did he notice. The others treated him kindly and fairly. Miss Uhura and Miss Christine were like older sisters; Sulu and Jim, older brothers, even if Jim was the boss. The doctor and Mr. Scott and even Mr. Spock felt like his protective uncles at home. Even Keenser, not given to much talking, treated him like family.

Chekov knew the empty chair at their table would someday be filled. He’d thought it would be Mr. Harrison. He stole another glance at Mr. Scott. He had seemed to enjoy Mr. Harrison’s company; had he thought that too? Chekov’s bedroom was at the back of the house and in the evenings he had heard the murmur of their chatter and laughter.

The doctor seemed to be the only one who was glad Mr. Harrison was gone. The whole past week the doctor had not seemed himself. Had it been Mr. Harrison’s presence or something else? Chekov was unsure, and knew he’d get no answers.

“How much farther should we go Mr. Scott?”

He and Mr. Scott had headed to the north of the ranch to search. Dr. McCoy had ridden hard for town to inform the sheriff. Jim and Mr. Spock had gone west, and Sulu had gone south.

“Bit more lad, I suppose,” Mr. Scott replied.

His answer sounded sour to Chekov. He had almost thought for a brief moment that something was there, between the doctor and Mr. Scott, but now after Mr. Harrison, Chekov wasn’t sure anymore.

Chekov squinted as something caught his eye in front of them. He leaned forward in his saddle, and pulled his hat down to block more sun.

“What is it lad?”

“Up there.” Chekov pointed. “To the right, behind the bushes.”

“There’s something—”

Mr. Scott suddenly shot forward on his horse. Chekov squeezed his own horse to hurry. Mr. Scott reached the place and leapt down. He began exclaiming in words Chekov could not follow.

“Is that a—?” Chekov’s eyes widened as he dismounted his own horse, and got a good look.

“It’s a lass! Hurry give us some water!” Mr. Scott commanded.

“Is she…?” Chekov didn’t want to say the word. He knew it might happen someday, to come along a body of someone who hadn’t made it, but he didn’t want it to be a girl.

“She’s breathing! But not well. Help me lad.”

Mr. Scott had gotten an arm under the girl’s shoulders and was trying to get her sitting up. All she did was slump against him.

“Lass… Lassie… Come on…” Mr. Scott was tapping his hand across her cheek. She made a few noises, but did not wake.

“We’ve got to get her back home. She needs the doctor and Miss Christine,” Mr. Scott said. He struggled to his feet, with his arms around the girl’s chest. Once on his feet, he caught under her knees with one hand.

“How will we get her there?” Chekov asked.

Mr. Scott moved to him.

“Here- take her. I’ll get up and we’ll get her in front of me. I can keep the lass upright. You can ride back home faster and let them know we’re coming.”

Chekov stumbled but caught himself quickly as Mr. Scott passed the girl to him. He looked down at her. Her hair was so pale it was nearly white. Her face was red from the sun, but Chekov could see it was smooth, and likely as pale as her hair when not burnt.

“What’d ye say lad?” Mr. Scott asked as he swung into his saddle.

Chekov was glad he had mumbled the words in his own language.

“Nothing.”

Mr. Scott got himself settled.

“Ok lad, hand her up. Careful now!” In a moment they had the girl snug in front of Mr. Scott, complete with one of his arms secure around her middle.

“Now ye get home and let them know what’s coming,” Mr. Scott instructed him as he climbed on his horse. “I’ll be behind ye, but I’ll be going slower to not jostle the poor gal.”

“Right,” Chekov said. He turned his horse, gave a squeeze and began running for the ranch.

Chekov was waiting with Miss Christine and Miss Uhura in front of the house when Mr. Scott rode up with the strange girl.

“Oh my! Miss Uhura exclaimed.

Mr. Scott stopped and Chekov helped take the girl.

“Has she woken up at all Scotty?” Christine asked, bending to look at the girl’s face in Chekov’s arms.

“Nae,” Mr. Scott said. “She’s made a few noises, but nothing I could understand.” He got down from his horse while Miss Uhura held the reins. “Here lad, I’ve got her.”

Chekov carefully passed the pale haired girl back to Mr. Scott’s arms. They all turned as they heard the sound of more hooves entering the yard. The doctor had returned with the sheriff.

“Leonard!” Miss Christine called. “We need help!”

Chekov saw the doctor frown as he noticed the person in Mr. Scott’s arms. The sheriff put his hand out for Dr. McCoy’s reins and the doctor jumped down and hurried over.

The two ladies and the doctor hurried behind Mr. Scott into the house.

“Well hello Pavel,” the sheriff greeted him.

“Hello Captain Pike,” Chekov replied.

“Looks like y’all have had a time of it,” Captain Pike said. “How ‘bout I give ya a hand with these horses and you can tell me what’s going on?”

“How is she?” Mr. Scott asked when Dr. McCoy finally joined them at dinner. He and Miss Christine had been in with the girl for a very long time.

“Keenser offered to sit with her. Chris’ll be out in a minute.” Dr. McCoy sat heavily in his chair. “The girl has a head injury. No telling what happened until she wakes and tells us.”

“Will she be alright?” Chekov asked, concerned.

“She’s got some sunburn obviously, bad, and most likely dehydrated. Those’ll fix easy enough.”

“But her head?” Jim asked.

“Well, we could get Dr. M’Benga out to be sure, but I think she’ll pull through alright,” Dr. McCoy answered.

“I hope so,” Chekov agreed.

#yeehawgust #day 8 patrolling the Mojave #star trek #Pavel Chekov #Montgomery Scott #Jaylah #when the cactus blooms

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stedes-black-bonnet · 5 years

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My Baby Does Me: Chapter 14

POV: John Deacon x reader

Notes: This fic is ongoing. Updates weekly. We average 2-3 new chapters a week. Want on the tag list? Let me know, friends.

Warnings: 99% fluff 1% intrigue. Swearing?

Abstract: Jim and Freddie discuss matches; Deacy and reader contemplate real life vs fantasy.

Freddie and Jim were doing their best to focus on each other and not the sounds coming from the other side of the ornate gold-leafed door. The people weren’t arguing anymore, thank goodness. The voices weren’t even heated, muffled at most, but they were present and relentless. Jim had well-founded suspicions Roger was to blame for the lingering problem of the loiterers in the hallway. Roger was a snarling charmer; at least, Jim thought, if you stopped listening to the words coming out of Rog’s maw, he was at least exceedingly pleasing to gaze at. Roger was fire: pretty to behold, but would burn you and like it.

However, tonight, right now, the company in the hall and the house were not what either man in the bedroom cared about. The world could be aflame at this very moment, World War Three could have started suddenly, and Freddie and Jim wouldn’t care about anything but their shared admiration and decadence.

They were still fully clothed; well, Jim thought, Freddie hadn’t been fully clothed all night, much to both of their mutual enjoyments. Their kisses weren’t shy, but each joining of their lips was excessively slow. Each kiss emphasized care and tender longing. Each kiss mounted passions on top of passions. That thing called time ceased to exist. They were making their own sense of time now, more than contented to make every moment count. It was a love defined by equality of needs and wants gained through trials deeply personal and fundamental to them both. What they were as a couple was who they were individually. And when once it seemed their words were incompatible, that had proved a false fear, and was long buried in the past. They were the couple everyone was envious of and simultaneously endlessly overjoyed for; Freddie considered it the best of both worlds.

“Was the party successful?” Freddie asked, coming up for air between kisses. He traced Jim’s mustache, wanting to coax an answer out of him. Freddie’s parties were legendary and legion. He wanted each to have a special flare and theme, never to repeat himself or be disappointing to his guests. He might enjoy a more banal life these days, but when he put on his face and threw a party, he would embrace the madness and become the keen spirit of the festivities himself. Carefully intuitive he would be the picture of the perfect host, and when the party ended, pleasantly spent from a successful night, the only thing he wanted besides a restful night’s sleep past whatever hangover would occur, would be Jim’s honest review of the night.

“It was spectacular, angel.” Jim said earnestly, running a hand down Freddie’s thigh, and back up and down again. Over and over.

“You really think so?” Freddie sounded hopeful, like a child asking for approval from someone hard to impress.

“It was Kubla Khan-esque, Xanadu, Babylon and all that...” Jim wrapped his arms around Freddie, pulling him onto the bed, other pleasures in mind than the pleasures of their many guests. With the elegance only practice and supreme compatibility can bring, they effortlessly laid down, mixing limbs while tugging at clothes, never fully separating from touch, from kissing, from each other. It was the perfect combination of spontaneity and mastered choreography.

Freddie, however, not one to be diverted from any task, between increasingly longer embraces and the unbuttoning of Jim’s shirt, he moaned, “No, I meant the matches.”

Jim positioned himself on top of Freddie, and started undoing the button-up fly of his pristinely white hot pants. He was equally interested, perhaps against his will at the moment, in the unsuspecting matches that had been made that night between Y/N and Deacy and Roger and Lydia.

“I like them as people,” Jim said pensively, yet not tellingly. His attention was completely divided now between his steadfast desire to fuck his husband and to discuss the matches, as Freddie had called them. What indeed would come of them? The last time that poor John Deacon had been in a long-term relationship he has gotten his ponderously hopeful heart completely eviscerated. He, Freddie, Roger, and Brian had helped pick the flayed pieces of John’s heart up for months; even now, Jim wasn’t sure if he’d ever be able to open up to another person again. And speaking of Roger, even when Roger claimed to be in a monogamous relationship, that never proved to be the full, unyielding truth. Roger, more or less, did precisely what he wanted and little else. Furthermore, as for the women? Well, Jim had liked Y/N and Lydia from the start, and he held strongly to first impressions. His first impression of Freddie has been quite impressive and innovatively inappropriate. But that was a story for another time, thought Jim.

Freddie, taking a disproportionate amount of time unbuttoning each button, each slip of fabric was a whisper of seduction, sighed, “You don’t sound so sure, darling.” At the last button he stopped, and he waggled his eyebrows at Jim.

Jim laughed, leading Freddie into a longer kiss, not wanting to stop. “We don’t know much about those perplexing women; beautiful and witty yes, but are they up to the task? And our very own Roger ‘loose cannon’ Taylor isn’t the easiest man to live with—not that I’d know from personal experience.”

Smiling at the sound of Jim’s lyrical voice, Freddie unbuttoned the final button. “Yes, we must grill Bri about that particular adventure.”

“Yeehaw,” Jim agreed. “And John is…” Jim’s voice tapered off as Freddie started stroking his cock through the extraordinary navy trousers.

“International man of mystery?” Freddie offered, only halfheartedly trying to jog Jim’s memory as to the original train of thought of their discourse. There was no pleasure equal to giving mind-erasing ecstasy to your lover. This was his favorite benign game: turning Jim on mid-conversation and seeing how long he could maintain his composure and concentration before giving in completely to him.

“International might be going too far.” Jim laughed, his brown eyes shrewd with lasciviousness. He sighed, slipping more and more with each passing second into a state of pending oneness with his beloved husband. Becoming markedly serious, he said, “I don’t want to talk about Roger or Deacy right now. In fact, any words said from this moment on that aren’t strictly dirty will be ignored.”

Freddie, grinning with a fantastically sexy wink, removed Jim’s flannel shirt and started unzipping Jim’s pants. He paused, staring into his husband’s eyes. This particular pair of pants held a poignant place in their hearts. They were sacrosanct, and always would be.

“I love you, Jim Hutton.”

“I love you, Freddie Mercury.”

You, Lydia, John Deacon, and Roger Taylor stood awkwardly in the hallway outside the bedroom of Jim and Freddie. You weren’t quite sure what to say to get the party moving on; you didn’t necessarily want to be apart from Deacy, but you also weren’t sure you wanted to stay here any longer. The party, the night, the festivities had moved on towards slumber, and you felt exhausted. This night had been wild and draining, though draining in mostly good ways, you so desired a lengthy sleep in your own bed to recover and ponder.

Deacy was trying to make eye contact with you, concerned something had changed for you both. You flicked your eyes on to his suddenly, and he met your gaze with a piercing stare quite intended to read your mind. He felt renewed security in your shared gaze. Something about how you looked at him made him feel sublime, unique, interesting.

“Shall we go?” He asked. There was something hidden in the question, you were sure; maybe Roger was right about his duplicitous talk.

“Yes,” you said simply.

“Well, we’re leaving too.” Roger said, as eager to get a move on as he was to be the center of attention. He took Lydia’s hand in his, and tugged her along. She waved at you wondering if you were thinking what she was.

You were sharing the same thought, though before you could voice it, Deacy offered you his arm. This small gesture evacuated every other thought from your mind. It was gallant and possessive, and you liked it. He might always be two things at once, but that was his charm, his dangerous allure that you thought would always keep you guessing, always on your toes, never sure exactly what he was thinking or meaning to say. It was that paradox from earlier in the night again; for he was entirely genuine as well as being deliberately unknowable. You took his arm in yours and felt truly warm and safe; there was a finality to the action: you belonged to him, and him to you. Ridiculous, you thought; you had just met. You needed to stop thinking such stupid things like that. He was a rock-star; this was a life you would never have, maybe one you’d dream to have, but the odds were astronomical. As astronomical as sharing all those intimate moments with Deacy tonight were, perhaps...

What were the odds of falling in love, you questioned. Not just with Deacy, but at all? Surely, falling in love wasn’t just some one-sided phenomenon; it had to be shared to be real love. Pop culture wants us to believe in selfless, one-sided, self-sacrificial love is where it’s at, but that isn’t very realistic, you thought. Not entirely healthy, either; you had been there before. Sacrificing yourself on the pyre for love you thought was pure and reciprocal only to find it wasn’t. That kind of falling combustion can be devastating. Love had to be reciprocal entirely, not uncertain, and committed. You wanted none of the half-love of yore anymore. Either full dedication between two souls in passionate love with each other, fully engrossed in the meaning and profundity of their combined lives together, or you wanted nothing at all. All or nothing. Magic or nothing. This was a pact you and Lydia had made recently. One you intended to hold each other to come hell or high water, some snipers in the night, and lions at your door. It wouldn’t be easy, but it was worth it to not compromise what you needed and wanted at the behest of someone else. You wondered if Deacy would be up to the task?

Walking arm in arm, you let John Deacon lead you through the house to the front door. “May I escort you home?” He asked a little too casually.

You giggled rolling your eyes up at him. Just as you figured, he had a shy smile on his face, though you knew better; there was nothing bashful about that grin.

He was slightly taken aback; had you cracked his code already? Maybe Roger was right, he thought. His expression softened into a muted sincerity, and melted into the hidden desires underneath his earlier question.

“Well, escort me home, you may, though there will be no other kinds of escorting.” You said putting on a prim accent, “Not tonight, at least; I’m a lady.”

“Indeed,” he said, trying not to laugh, recalling just how lady-like you had been orgasming in his grasp. He licked his lips, and he leaned in to whisper in your ear, “you want to be wooed, my fair lady?”

“Stop,” you said, laughing lightly and hitting his arm ineffectually, “You’re making me wet, and I just can’t handle another round tonight.”

“Oh, I think we’re up to the task, but I’ll defer to your wishes, always.”

“You’re too much for me, John Deacon.”

“May I quote you on that?”

You both laughed, walking through the front door. You saw a sleepy valet sitting and reading a magazine. Deacy reached into his pocket and pulled out a slip, and passed it to the valet. He took the slip and grabbed a set of keys saying he’d return in a couple of minutes with Deacy’s Mercedes.

“A Mercedes?” You questioned.

“Yes; what? Classier than you expected?”

“Everything about you is a surprise.” You hummed. “What color?” That was the extent of your car conversation capabilities.

“I think the green one.”

“The green one, you think?”

He shrugged at you, embarrassed in the late moonlight. He had money, more money than he knew what to do with; his expenses weren’t plentiful, and he didn’t have a family, or a partner like Freddie. He had no one to provide for.

No one to provide for.

This idea frequently made him bizarrely solemn. It always left a pit in his stomach, made him feel quite hollow, and confusingly guilty. He could, given the right circumstances, give so much to someone else. If that person would ever come along, he thought. He looked at your face, then, studying it closely. Looking for some hidden hint he was on the right path.

Fire and ice shone in those grey-green eyes of his. He was mesmerizing and chaotic, you thought. Deadly, like Roger, but you sensed there wasn’t a temper hiding under his shrouded mystery, but something else altogether.

The valet returned with a green Mercedes-Benz. The top was down, and you had a hard time imagining someone so mischievous driving something so, well, cool. Deacy tipped the driver, and traded spots with him. The valet opened your car door, and closed it behind you.

“Thank you,” you said to him. He waved you both off, clearing you to go.

Deacy put the car into gear and slowly drove away from Garden Lodge. Looking at him, his curly auburn hair dancing in the wind, the full beauty of his person unfurled itself to you in a way previously unseen. Something about him relaxed entirely the second you had step foot outside the party. He was at ease, and any weight of “being on” for the party had evaporated into the night air. His red necktie was flapping behind him like a scarf. You hated to admit it, but damn, he was the coolest person you had ever met. You laughed, thinking how disappointed Roger would be to hear you say that.

“What?” Deacy asked, responding to your laugh with one of his own.

“I just cannot believe that I am here with you. I have to keep reminding myself it’s real.”

“I assure you,” Deacy said, looking at you briefly, “this is no fantasy, Y/N.”

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ultraclops · 5 years

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I Can't Think Of A Creative Title [Mao Mao Spoilers]

SUGAR BERRY FEVER

BULL MONSTER? YEEHAW GIDDY-UP

Oh the Hero's Code IS a real book! Made by Mao's family no less! Cool

I'm gonna say it now. The pirate aunt's kinda cute.

I don't know much about cobbler but I'm pretty sure you don't put it in a trough

*screaming interspaced by cobbler eating*

Why exactly is eating cobbler against the Hero's Code? Did the first person in the Mao clan really hate cobbler or something?

"If I could have that cobbler, I would do things to it that would make my ancestors cry in shame." JESUS CHRIST HOW'D THEY GET AWAY WITH THAT

"Buuut I can't!" Am I the only one who thinks he sounded like Thomas Sanders when he said that

"Has anyone told you that you have issues?"

(Mao ominously hovers into the kitchen with glowing eyes while creepy wails play in the background) Nothing to see here.

The thing Mao's eyes do when he goes 'Oooooo' like if you agree

Apparently Badgerclops' biggest fear is 'crushing self-doubt'. Oooooo.

Tbh I had the same reaction as Mao when the cobbler started talking

I don't like where this is going...

UNCLE JIM-JIM?!

OH NO IT'S THE SCRIBBLY EYES

Okay but if Mao passed out in the kitchen how'd he get in the living room? Badgerclops couldn't have moved him because then he would've known he ate the cobbler

And that's, what, the second table Badgerclops has destroyed?

Cool, HQ has security cam - oh nevermind.

If Badgerclops and Adorabat saw the cobbler on Mao's mouth why didn't they assume he ate it? It wouldn't be there otherwise

"Ah know ah wooould :)" Sassy Adora

"And you're going by yourself. That's okay, I'm emotional anyways."

NYAAAMN NYAAAMN NYAAAMN

So the Sugar Berry Fever is literal? Like, an actual condition caused by eating cobbler? Is that why it's against the Hero's Code? And why didn't Badgerclops and Adorabat get it?

DOUBLE JOINTED BABEY!!

BEARCLOPS HAS RETURNED for like 2 minutes.

I know we makes jokes about Mao going feral but he ABSOLUTELY went feral in this episode. CBS incarnate.

Ok that's really sad. Why would you make a child destroy the thing they love and force their siblings to watch?! At least one of the sisters looks a little hurt over it.

Aaand the Bull Monster's back of course. And it has the fever too? Suspicious.

I don't wanna say where my mind went here but you probably know what I mean

ADORABAT BARKING I'M

B!TCH WENT SUPER SAIYAN - I mean GOLDEN TRUTH

If only fighting your demons was as easy as shoving a cobbler down their throat.

Are we gonna see Golden Truth Mao in the future? I like the he

Mao probably crashed the moment they got home ngl

CAPTURED CLOPS

Those stealth boots look like weird cleats.

"Stealth boots aren't toys." "Then why are mine colored like toys?" "I found them at the toy store." Isn't that a contradiction-

He used to be a villain what did you expect

HE DIDN'T SAAAVE

If BC's chores are fixing the Aerocycle and grocery shopping, what do Mao and Adora do?

"I need to be away from you right now before I LOSE IT on you." Is that a callback to The Truth Stinks or Legend of Torbaclaun? Both?

Yay another BC song, with some casual boulder-chucking

Aww the Sky Pirates are swimming together. Fambly.

BADGERCLOPS GETTING ATTACKED BY A TITMOUSE IN THE BACKGROUND ASDFGHJK

Yes, follow the cute but suspicious puppet that totally isn't trying to murder you

What's with the glowy eyes and creepy autotune?

So running away and cry-singing into a lake is normal for Badgerclops? Damn why isn't HE in therapy

MOM-MOM

You heard it here folks, BC is canonically depressed

That was quick

HOUSE MUSIC ELECTRONICA! And can we get uhh Orangusnake in the 90s?

Dang they still don't have any food? What happened to Mama Ratarang's meatballs?

ORANGUSNAKE WHAT THE HECK

I know it's supposed to be kinda sad but the imaginary food is really shiny.

So he'll fix the Sky Pirate's ship but not the Aerocycle? Priorities, priorities...

Mao and Adora Have Become Ninjas

HOSS WATERBOARDING THE PUPPET I

*Jaws theme*

"I love house music!" Trust me, I know.

DON'T HURT YOUR CO-HERO AND KID BC LET'S TALK ABOUT THIS

They're gonna take the Pure Heart? Weren't they trying to destroy it a couple episodes ago? Oh god what if Badgerclops DID get the Ruby Pure Heart's powers... that'd be scary

I can see the Badgersnake fics now

Mao fixed the Aerocycle - oh nevermind.

VIVA LA REVOLUTION

"How'd you get over here so fast??" "Badgerclops, I walked over here. Casually." Reminds me of a girl I used to know.

Hmm. Should've known the Sky Pirates not eating anything would've had side-effects

So the Sky Pirates could've just. Bought groceries. But chose not to.

"Aren't you forgetting something BIG?!" "*sighs* Thank you for having me" I mean at least he's polite??

How'd he manage to plug the ship into Benny and Penny's house though? And how'd it WORK?!

"Those guys are a little too relaxed" -cuts to the Sky Pirates panicking-

FLYAWAY

Aww, family training exercises - OH NO ADORABAT

Nevermind she's okay she just chipped a tooth.

'Physics...recital?' Do 5-year-olds even study physics? Is Adorabat a child prodigy?

Adorabat can face giant monsters but can't stand the dentist? Is she secretly Goku?

Aww, Mao still has one of his old plushies and he kisses it

I like that book it looks like there's a gemstone on it

Meditating Melvin, because you can't have enough alliterative names.

STAHP IT >:(

(Insert ASCENDED meme here)

Adora: *masters a technique that should take years* ight i'mma head out

WHY WOULD YOU DROP HER FROM THAT HIGH? BAD PARENTING BC

OH GOD THEY'RE GONNA KILL HER. good thing her soul isn't in her body huh

Oh look it's the Meditating Melvin guy. And he gives me strong Wander over Yonder vibes.

Being in the Astral Plane causes you to lose your memories?? Dang Adora better get out fast

Time for a song that TOTALLY isn't a desperate cry for help!

Bugs, smoke bombs, and popping balloons with pikes. These are the things used to summon Adorabat.

Wait, how come Adorabat doesn't feel any of the pain she sustained when Mao and BC were trying to return her soul to her body?

Yaaay Adorabat got over her fear and is ready to go to the dentist - OH MY GOD THAT IS UNCALLED FOR

THAT ENDING I

Wait a minute. If Mao said the technique took years to master, but Adorabat and Badgerclops both achieved it in under a day...does that mean they're more spiritually inclined than him or there's something preventing him from ascending?

BAOST IN SHOW

If I'm honest, I misread the title as 'Boast in Show', which made more sense at the time.

Why is Snugglemagne playing discus by himself though? Where's Quinton?

OH $H!T IT'S BAO BAO

Snugglemagne: it's free dog (and royal pet show)

"You're my new best friend!" Ooh boy.

"If he leaves me a third time, who knows what could happen? I might explode, LITERALLY" Mood

Literally everyone in PHV knows Badgerclops, how does changing his ear shape and putting on a leash count as a disguise. The guards could tell who Penny and Benny were why not him

Adorabat has a pet fly asdgdgffkh

Hey Chet's back

I don't want to imagine all the weird fanart and fanfics that'll come from this scene. Actually from this episode in general.

Whoever wins keeps Bao AND BC?! WHAT THE F-

Aww bento - OH NO ADORA ATE THE FLY

THAT 'DON'T STOP ME NOW' PARODY

IT'S THE SUIT FROM THE CONCEPT ART!

"I'm not actually a pet." "I know." Then why didn't you say anything??

Yay, Mao and Bao are reunited - nevermind Bao just wanted BC's snacks.

HE ACTUALLY EXPLODED and took it shockingly well I'm surprised

Well Mao, you did it. You pissed off Snugglemagne again.

Those combo attacks are freaking GENIUS

I'm tempted to make a "Long live the king" joke when Bao Bao bites Snugglemagne's arm

"I TOLD YOU HE'S TRAITOROUS"

At last, Mao truly forgives Bao and is willing to let him go

"Until next time." Is Bao Bao gonna come back??

Snugglemagne tortures people by forcing them to listen to his harpsichord? Does that even count as torture? And is Mao gonna get them out?

#semi-live blogging #semi live blogging #sugar berry fever #CapturedClops #flyaway #baost in show

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detective4blog · 2 years

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Nobody asked but have some ship playlists I made that I am stupid proud of

Johnitary

Vandermatthews

Mormor

Molliarty

Molmormor

Mollrene

Padtime

Jars (idr the ship name for Ethan/Norman)

Codywan

Specifically Victorian Mormor

Johnstain

Sebncer (yes I made a playlist for the crackship)

Dianseven (there's two of these but I'm too lazy)

Anyway uh don't judge my ships PAJDKKSJFOS you can judge my music taste tho bc it's... something. But I add new songs like every other day because I'm very bored.

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