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John MacNamara says 'needle the thread' instead of 'thread the needle' and because of this Xander doesn't let him anywhere near a sewing kit
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violetheart77 · 1 year
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These Kens are MARRIED 💞❤️💙
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macnamanderweek · 4 months
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Would anyone be interested in this blog/event being revived for 2024?
It seems like Ship Weeks are having something of a renaissance in the Hatchetfield fandom as of late, especially since NPMD came out on Youtube.
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its-my-barbeque · 3 months
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Sometimes a family is you, your boss who is also your boyfriend, your boyfriends ex-husband who died 13 years ago but came back somehow, a prophet who doesn't seem to fear god, her sister who is willing to fight god, and a not-so-imaginary spider from outer space
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Gifts
Day 10 entry for @12daysofhatchetfield
John walks the halls of PEIP HQ, a cigarette in one hand, a small, flat, wrapped box in the other. He can hear the bells laced through the other agents' boot strings and, for the first time in years, it doesn’t bother him. Hell, he even has a couple strung along his own laces this year.
“Look at you,” Xander comments as John enters the lab. “Never thought I’d see you looking so happy so close to the holidays.”
Shrugging, John replies, “Neither did I, to be honest.” He takes a drag off his cigarette as he passes the gift to Xander. “For you.”
“For me?” Xander grins. “Should’ve known you got me for Secret Santa. No one has been not-so subtly fishing for the things I like this year.”
“Oh, I didn’t participate this year. This is just because-” John says, hoping his cheeks aren’t turning pink despite how warm they suddenly feel. “-because you’re such a great agent… and friend.”
Xander’s eyebrows raise, his grin widening. “Thanks, John.” Eagerly, he unwraps the box and pulls off the lid. Inside lays a fountain pen, the grip and cap are dark green, flecked with black and red. Near the end of the pen, neatly engraved in the same gold color as the nib, reads Xander Lee.
“Is this bloodstone?” Xander asks as he picks up the pen, feeling the coolness of the stone.
“Yeah, it is,” John says with a nod. “I was doing some reading and thought it would complement your necklace.” He gestures to the amethyst pendant resting against Xander’s chest. He hesitates slightly, which is very much unlike him. “Do you like it?”
Xander looks up at him seriously. “John, I am not exaggerating when I tell you this is the most thoughtful gift anyone’s ever gotten me.” He smiles brightly. “Thank you.”
Relaxing, John replies, “You’re welcome. Merry Christmas, Xander.”
“Same to you, John.”
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shippingcannons · 2 years
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Yesterday I rewatched Black Friday and finally understood why people are shipping McNamander.
Xander's reaction to John going into the black and white, to them abandoning him in the black and white... It's heartbreaking.
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so someone said grace and macnamander were related which probably ain't true but hell if it ain't funny that when john gets back someone has to tell him his niece was a serial killer
Absolutely love this idea. just-
"Excuse me, sir, we were tracking Lumberaxe's movements, and uh, this is gonna be a bit odd, but it appears that your niece has joined his side. And she has his axe. Sir."
"....
what"
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kizzys · 3 years
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Part 2 (Part 1)
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violetwolfraven · 3 years
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A Phone Call
((If this doesn’t line up with the canon timeline or is out of character just consider it a new timeline of the destruction of Hatchetfield. I’ve only seen Black Friday once, give me a break.))
I don’t know why I came up with this. Just did, I guess. Time for FEELS! Based on my response to this post!
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“Things are getting crazy out there, John,” Xander muttered, barely looking up from his phone, “Sensors confirms there’s a Wiggly somewhere inside the White House already. You should get going.”
“I w—“
At that exact moment, of course, John’s phone had to ring. And normally he’d just leave it for later, but that number...
“I have to take this.”
“But John—“
“It’s my parents.”
“Oh, yeah, you should probably take that.”
“I’ll be quick and head straight there as soon as I’m done. Get the portal ready. I’ll be back with the president by 1400 hours.”
He took a second to step into a side hallway, answering the phone.
“I’ve got some important shit to do. Can I call you back later?”
“There might not be a later, the way it’s looking out there, John. It’s getting so dangerous, the entire world’s taking notice. Your aunt’s still got contacts in the Russian government; she says they’re strongly considering nuking the US as damage control, to keep the crazy contained.”
John shrugged, “Well, keeping the crazy contained is my job. The US isn’t gonna get nuked, Pops. Nothing bad’s gonna—“
“Nope! Don’t say that! We taught you better than that, son. If you say nothing bad’ll happen, something terrible will happen immediately afterward.”
“Right,” John nodded, “Of course. Not gonna say it, Dad.”
“You’d better not.”
“Give the damn phone back, O. Goddamn speaker phone means he can hear us both without you stealing the thing.”
John waited until the sounds of his parents scuffling over the phone had quieted down before speaking again.
“I have to go convince the president of the United States to jump into a portal to another dimension. Can we please save this conversation until after that?”
He heard his pops sigh, “Yeah, we should probably let you go do your job. How’s Xander, by the way? You haven’t brought him by in so long. Actually, you just haven’t come home in a long time. John, you really need to—“
“Pops.”
“Oh fuck, I’ve turned into my mother. She always told me this would happen.”
“Xander’s fine. I’ll bring him next time I visit. But he’s waiting on me to go save the country. Dad, Pops, is there anything urgent you need to tell me?”
“Just the obvious,” Dad answered before John’s other parent could say anything, “We love you. Stay safe.”
“Don’t do stupid shit like we did back in our glory days!” Pops added.
“Yes, that too. And what was it we told you back when you first joined PEIP?”
“That old saying doesn’t make any sense, Dad. You two changed your names and a grand total of 4 people in the world know you’re still alive.”
“Hey. Spies is something beyond your name, or even your job. It’s something that’s a part of you. Your pops and I have it, and we passed it on to you.”
“You know I’m not technically a spy.”
“Yeah, we know, son. Now go—shut up, Curt—go make us proud, John.”
“He always does, Owen. Love you, sport.”
John rolled his eyes, “Love you, too. I’ll come home as soon as this mission is over. And... tell Aunt Tatiana to use any pull she still has to keep the Russians from bombing us.”
“Will do. Remember, John. Spies never die.”
“Spies are forever. Got it, Dad. Bye.”
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Conversation
John: If Xander thinks he can just bat his eyelashes at me and get whatever he wants from me-
Schaeffer: He is absolutely right?
John: He is absolutely right!
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cloudysarts · 3 years
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If you’re still taking sk drawing requests with the number/letter thing - macnamander as 3A or 4A would be very cute!
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sure!!!!!1 ahhhhsjhkfs sorry this one is so rough im goin through super very bad art block atm also sorryit took so long!!!!!!!!!
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andie-cake · 4 years
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I love how Team "Tom and Becky adopt Lex and Hannah", Team "MacNamara (and possibly Xander depending on your shipping preferences) adopts Lex and Hannah", and Team "Paul and Emma adopt Lex and Hannah" literally NEVER argue. We all just want these girls to have a happy life with good parents, and I think that's VERY cool of us.
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violetheart77 · 2 years
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The epic highs and lows of going from #XanderSweep to John getting fucking nerfed right out of the gate
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macnamanderweek · 2 years
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Wake up dudes new MakeSweet Heart Locket gif template dropped
Only 3 more days until MacNamander Week officially starts!
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nonbino-chaos-fox · 2 years
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Chapter two of You'll Never Find Another Me is up! :D
John keeps getting texts from an unknown number and decides to give in and go on a date with the stranger he only half-remembers.
Trigger Warnings for:
- Anxiety - Sexual assault - Bad interpretation of Romeo & Juliet's balcony scene - References and implications of stalking - Small reference to top surgery (it is only one line)
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We're Great Again
Ao3
For @nibblenephim
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Gritting his teeth, John ducks into the closest alley. His hand presses harshly against his shoulder, trying to staunch the bleeding. It was just a graze, but he always bled like a running faucet.
Leaning back against the brick wall, he slowly slid down until he was sitting on the concrete, hidden behind a dumpster. He takes a deep breath through his nose, ignoring the scent of garbage.
They weren't prepared for this.
Some of his best soldiers have been turned to musical zombie drones with blue slime oozing from their cuts and orifices. Even Xander, his normally dark eyes turned a vibrant cerulean.
That's when John ran, like the fucking coward he is. His eyes squeeze shut. He can't. He can't see someone he loves fall victim to the Lords in Black again.
"Hey Johnny."
Speak of the devil. 
"Go away, Wiley." John hates how his voice wavers. "I don't have time for you right now."
There's a soft chuckle, one that sounds warm and safe. "I have time for you, though, Johnny. Look at me."
It takes several seconds before John slowly opens his eyes. There's Wiley, dressed in that horrid denim ensemble, clutching a green apple. "What do you want?"
"I want to help you." Wiley's dark eyes seem familiarly earnest. "I want to get you out of this."
"...why should I trust you?"
Wiley rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. "You shouldn't. But you can't help anybody if you die here, Johnny."
He offers the apple. "Here. Take a bite of this and you'll be safe. We'll be okay again." His eyes shimmer. "We'll be great again.
John doesn't move, no matter how badly he aches to reach out for Wilbur.
There's a knowing look in Wiley's eyes. He brings the apple up to take a small bite. As he chews, he rotates the apple so John can see the pale flesh under the bright skin.
That's all the reassurance John needs. His hand leaves his shoulder to reach for the apple. The blood smears across the slick green peel of the fruit as John takes a desperate bite, eyes closed.
"We're great again, no answers to be found," he hears Wiley sing softly. There's something wrong. The more he chews, the more viscous whatever in his mouth feels.
Swallowing thickly, John opens his eyes to stare down at the apple in horror. Blue ooze leaks out from the bite marks on it. The apple falls from his hand, rolling away from him.
He can't breathe. He coughs, trying to clear his throat. Gasping, he looks up into Wiley's dark, unforgiving eyes. As he loses consciousness, he hears Wiley crooning. 
"We're great again, no answers to be found."
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