#pbs road food

[general-george-washington]

it's so damn clear that Misha Collins has such a fun time playing lucifer

#Castiel is the Character of All Time on spn but levithan cas? lucifer? those are my fave misha performances in this show #<- only other show I've seen collins in is his PBS road trip around the country and find different foods show

[derogatoryapparently]

Happy 48th, Misha!

#misha collins #misha fucking collins #happy birthday #48th #go shawty #its ya birfday #spn #supernatural #road food #pbs roadfood #gotham knights

[intheupside]

What's the secret to Sidney Crosby's success?

Always eat a strawberry PB&J on game day… and have unwavering dedication, unparalleled work ethic, and exceptional talent.

With Sidney Crosby appearing in his 1,200th NHL contest on Saturday in San Jose, I wanted to ask how his game-day routine has evolved in the years since that first one to help keep him playing at such an elite level.

Because as Mike Sullivan said, that’s not an easy thing to do – and it's a testament to Crosby’s drive, his will to win, his desire to be the best, and his willingness to put the time in and make the sacrifices so that he can continue to sustain that type of play.

At first, Crosby laughed good-naturedly – because we all know how superstitious and routine-based the captain is – and half-joked that there might not be much there. Most of it has stayed the same, particularly his on-ice warmup routine heading into puck drop. "Whether it’s preparing for a game or just a typical game day, (my routines) just allow me to feel good about going out there and doing what I need to do," he said.

But there has been a tweak here and there to the captain’s preparations now that he’s 36, particularly when it comes to what he does in the mornings. Unless the Penguins have the day off before a game, the morning skate is always optional – and in recent years, Crosby has chosen to stay off the ice.

“You look to conserve that energy a little bit more,” he said. “As much as I like getting on the ice in the morning, it’s good if you can just take that opportunity to do other things and still get a little bit of sweat – get ready for the night, but still conserve some energy at the same time. It's always a balancing act.”

Instead of skating, Crosby will take his stick and gloves and find a quiet area of the rink to do some solo stickhandling, which helps him loosen up a bit. He’ll also take part in the first soccer game of the day with Bryan Rust, Jake Guentzel, Erik Karlsson, Marcus Pettersson, and Rickard Rakell. Sometimes, Noel Acciari will join them, depending on if they do 3-on-3 or 2-on-2.

“We’re just kicking it around, but it can get pretty intense,” Crosby said before adding with a grin, “Sometimes, I wonder if I expend more energy in soccer than I would in morning skate. It just depends on the day, maybe.”

After grabbing lunch to go, when he gets home in the afternoons, Crosby’s nap has gotten shorter as he’s gotten older. “I used to sleep like, two and a half hours when I was younger. But a little harder to do that now,” he smiled. But Crosby still isn’t a big coffee drinker, since natural adrenaline gets the job done when it comes to waking up. “I feel like I get pretty amped up, so I don't need that. I’ve had some caffeine before, and I don’t think it’s good for me,” Crosby laughed.

When it comes to the food Crosby fuels himself with, on a game day the players have the same menu available to them both at home and on the road for their breakfast, lunch, and pregame meal/snack, so he sticks to his routine for those … down to the strawberry PB&J that HBO filmed him making during their 24/7 Penguins/Capitals Road to the Winter Classic series.

But Crosby doesn’t eat as much steak the night before games compared to his early years in the league, especially on the road. “That changed a little bit. Other than that, as long as it's somewhat healthy, I just try to make sure I get a good meal,” Crosby said.

There’s obviously a lot more that goes on behind the scenes, both inside and outside of a game day, that Crosby does to set himself up for success.

“All the subtle things he does – for me, that's the most impressive aspect of his overall body of work. A lot of it goes unseen,” Sulivan said. “That's why I've always said on so many occasions that it's not by accident this guy's as good as he is. Yeah, he's talented, he's gifted, and all of those things, but he maximizes every opportunity that he has to be at his best. I think that commitment, in my experience of being around the game, has been unmatched by any other player I've seen.”

And that’s because Crosby’s passion for the sport is something else that’s remained the same.

“I love it just as much as I did Game 1,” he said. “It’s a lot of hockey, and just grateful I’ve been able to play this long.”

#sidney crosby #pittsburgh penguins

[sguidwards-bestfriend]

New Dimension, Who’s This?

Dp x dc thoughts and stuff

I did not expect people to like this stuff, but I’m glad you're here

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

Danny POV

Danny was NOT having a good time. Dimension hopping should have been fun, but it was shit. All the ecto he'd found had been corrupted and even the human food tasted weird. That 8$ pb&j was a curse on both his tastes buds and his now empty wallet.

For almost a month Danny had been chasing down the most feint ecto trace, but it was the only one he could feel.

Living between Amity and the ghost zone meant he had a surpluses of that feeling, to the point that it became background noise. It being gone felt like loosing a sense.

He grumbled to himself as he floated to an abandoned mansion on a mostly empty road. He was so hungry it made him dizzy to walk so he floated most places. Which absolutely didn’t help him get any human food, since everyone who saw him ran.

He expected the small ecto signature to be a liminal being, like Cujo in his puppy form or one of box ghosts boxes. He hadn’t expect a guy who bolted the second he saw him.

He was definitely liminal, Danny could feel it, but this guy was crazy. A black car sped through the road, the man and the kid he was with jumped in and they left.

Just like that his food source was gone. Danny paused a second and decided he wouldn’t call the guy a "food source" next time they saw each other.

Which thankfully for Danny was only about 10 minutes later.

His actions really shouldn’t be a judgment of character, he was sleep deprived and starving.

...

Insulting this dudes dimension and his ecto signature was definitely not a great start.

At least he looked more human now, his kingly power automatically trying to make his subject more comfortable. Maybe he could convince them to get him a sandwich, or just ham, whatever really, anything at all.

A man in a butler outfit cleared his throat, "I'll get him a meal, don't destroy the furniture." Did Danny say that out loud... maybe the butler had magic.

After eating a decent, but ecto free meal Danny was introduced to Jason (food), Damian (might be food?), Tim (not food), and Alfred (not food).

He hadn't bothered saying a word until he'd finished his plate. Once he had he told them about the ghost zone and the earth he was from, which they very quickly realised was not the same one. He hadn't mentioned being king of said dimension, nor the sole hero of the latter.

They in turn told him about the many different heros that inhabited this earth and the various planets that some of them came from. Danny could tell they weren't telling him everything, but his kingly power did prove to him that they hadn't lied to him, at least Jason and Damian hadn't.

Explanations were cut short when Jason stood up and Danny bolted to his side. Just being near the dude helped, he definitely had a leak or something going on.

"Look man, I'm starving and you are spilling out ecto at an insane rate." Danny said with a hand on the man's shoulder.

Jason looked at him like he'd grown a second head, which he hoped he hadn't because that took more energy than he was willing to expend. "You gunna explain what the fuck you just said?"

Danny had been king long enough to have studied up on the few halfas that had existed. Most of them hadn't survived very long after forming, either becoming a full ghost or their ghost core shriveled away and left them human... with some minor side-effects. "You must have come back from the dead with an unformed ghost core, contaminated with bad ectoplasm. The bad ecto isn't letting the core close up, it's like you have a leak."

"The Lazarus pit goo!" Tim shot up from his seat and ran off.

Danny remembered the forth ecto puddle he had visited, "I heard that name, some fruitloop in a cape was yelling about one of the ones I emptied."

"You emptied them?" Jason said with a perplexed look on his face.

"I was hungry." Danny, ever the gremlin, let them stay confused as he continued. "Anyway, you weren't dead long enough to form a solid core, then the pit goo, as you called it, seeped into the cracks and kept you too alive for it to finish, but too dead for it to fade."

"So I'm stuck like this?" Jason's core started oozing out waves of fear, stress and uncertainty.

"No, no." Danny focused on feelings of ease and calm as best he could while trying to desperately feed off of him. "Probably not, your core wasn't tainted until later so it wasn't flash formed like mine, and you're alive. I'm mostly guessing, but I have two theories." Danny extended his hand to a nearby couch (how many couches did these people have?), they both sat and Danny continued. "Once the contaminated ecto goo is gone you'll fade back to being 100% human since you can't make your own ecto, or..."

"or?"

"Or your core can't keep you alive and you... die fully." Danny didn't look at his eyes as he finished. "I can't guarantee your core will survive that either. It'll have to starve from lack of ecto before we know if your heart and brain are alive enough to keep you going, and with a core so weak we dont really know how well that'll go."

Although Jason was good at hiding his emotions from prying eyes, even as a far off, mangled version of a liminal being he was still part of the ghost king's ruling. Danny didn't mention it, he seemed like he was going through a lot and mind (emotion?) reading tended to make those not used to it uncomfortable.

Jason breathed in deep, "Alright, what's the first step to finding out if my body works without ecto?"

Danny tried not to smile at his future meal as he said. "We get rid of the ecto faster than the bad ecto is coming."

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

Tags:

@bjurnberg, @skulld3mort-1fan, @akikkobara @undead-bi-dinosaur, @amyheart19, @phoenixdemonqueen, @not-your-average-url, @seraphinedemort, @theywontletmeusetheoneiwant (I wasn’t sure if you saying “I’d read more” meant you wanted to be tagged, if not pls tell me and I’ll remove you),  @satisfactionbroughtmeback, @kyrianclawraith, @i-always-say-yea,

#eldritch danny #dp x dc #dp x dc au #Dp x dc thoughts and stuff #dp x dc crossover #Danny Phantom #Jason Todd

[detectivebambam]

things I've seen in America since living here my whole life that I feel are strictly American things

parking old semi trucks in fields and hanging banners up on the side as advertisement

yellow school busses ?

frat parties

beer pong

discount stores like Ross and Marshalls ?? not thrift stores, actual discount stores

thrift stores come to think of it

Malls ?

boys throwing balls at each other in the middle of class

motorcycles ??? idk I've never been outside of America guys

having to stop your car to let cattle cross the street

deer crossing signs

"share the road" signs with the silhouette of the man on the ATV

tailgate parties

the white unfoldable tables

coolers. like the boxes you put drinks in

motorhomes ??

tadpole hunting. yknow when you and your friends walk barefoot and shirtless down to the creek with your green plastic net thingy. and catch tadapoles. i can't see a European doing that

Mattress stores.

riding your horse to and from school

riding your tractor to and from school

riding your four wheeler/ATV to and from school

trailer parks

7/11 especially slushies. US of A i feel is the only place you can get slushies

I've heard s'mores and PB and J is strictly an American thing

having two safes in the house, one for confidentials and one for guns

having two fridges, one inside as a regular fridge, and a cheaper one outside for drinks and party food storage

eggnog ?

actually just four wheelers in general. especially learning how to ride one when you're like 4 years old

Mason Jars, specifically using Mason Jars to drink out of

shelves and shelves of canned/pickled food in the pantry/garage

hunting trophies on the wall?? yk like deer mounts

^ hanging Christmas ornaments on the antlers of the elk trophy

gun ranges? the little warehouse looking things in the old fields where you can practice shooting??

Hunter's Safety Classes that everyone takes when they're ten or younger. with the vending machine where you can get cookies

for reference my family has been US. based for hundreds of years, I have never been outside the US, so this could be completely wrong but these are my thoughts

#usa #united states #united states of america #us of a #america

[fourcornerstar]

Random assorted Moral Orel Headcanons:

Moral Orel HCs

Orel:

- Likes to draw comics of Barthalomew- similar to the DC superpets

- Wants to grow up to be either a pastor or an artist. Doesn’t know what an animator or film maker is but is interested in movie production

- Doesn’t like to spend much time outside after the camping trip. Finds comfort in movies, comics and video games.

- He saves up all the money he earned by working for Stephanie to buy a Nintendo system (the show takes place around 2005, so probably a ds)

- His favorite game is Nintendogs, he owns all different versions and loves going on walks with his ‘pet’

- But he thinks Pokemon is satanic.

- Fav movie as a kid is Prince of Egypt

- Veggietales kid.

- Catches himself singing “where is my hairbrush” when he’s looking for something.

- Wears “virginity rocks” merch when he’s a teen. No one can tell if it’s ironic or in sincerity. It’s a bit of both.

- LOVES Paramore when he’s first in his emo phase. Slowly grows to like My Chemical Romance once he fully dips into Emo music.

- As he gets into his teens he has an indie phase- Florence and the Machines is his favorite along with The Mountain Goats and Cage the Elephant. Likes some Hozier, Noah Kahan, They Might Be Giants and Jack Stauber. (this is if we assume their in universe would have access to our discography)

- His favorite extra curricular class is art, which Clay disapproves of, but Orel is really good at it- near prodigy level. Loves painting and chalk pastels in particular

- Hardcore Disney fan. For his graduation he and Christina go to Florida Disney World for the first time

- A Goofy Movie and Goof Troop are his favorite comfort media

- Wants to go to California or Florida for College, secretly is applying to Loyola University or other Christian campuses. Wants to take religious studies with a minor in art.

- Has never been to the beach/seen the ocean in person but has always dreamed of it.

- Quit his scout troop after the hunting trip bc camping would make him spiral into panic attacks. It took him years of exposure therapy to ever go into the woods ever again

- After the camping trip, the go-to family vacation for the Puppingtons would usually be road trips cross country. But it was always awkward and tense, so Orel would spend the majority of the trip reading, listening to music, or playing a card game with Shapey and Block.

- He always lets Shapey or Block win

- Uno was banned in the puppington house because “it wasn’t in English.” But he had no problem playing it at school behind his parents backs

- Is interested in learning other languages, but a bit scared of it. He eventually took ASL courses when he was in college

Shapey and Block:

- Both have an extensive stuffed animal collection, at least where they can hide them under all the storage and mess of his room.

- Tends to steal or borrow Orel’s stuff when no one is home to see. Is particularly fascinated by the viewfinder and Orel’s record player.

- Shapey suffers from night terrors. Orel would comfort him sometimes, other times Block would help.

- Both are Introverted. They helped each other transition to school when they, eventually, went. But they were loners in the class and had trouble assimilating.

- Other than cake, Shapey’s favorite foods are pb and j

- Block really likes cookies and pastries

- Shapey and Block snuck out a lot as kids and teens, sometimes they would go to the corner store, other times they would just wander around town or even up to the nature reserve.

- Christmas is their all time favorite holiday, more so than any other.

- Orel sometimes helps them clear up their shared room so Shapey and Block can actually have a clear space to walk around and play in.

- They steal Clay’s credit card to buy some actual furniture when they’re teens. Clay never brings it up, he probably never noticed.

- Both struggle at keeping a space clean. Struggles with routine, chores and scheduling all through their life, sometimes Orel or even a therapist helps

- Shapey’s favorite Disney movie of all time is Alice in Wonderland

- Block adores Peter Pan, he even went as Peter for halloween 2 years in a row

- Both love adventure movies

- Shapey loves showtunes, favorite musical as a kid was Matilda

- Block finds showtunes kind of annoying, but won’t say anything. Block prefers softer music, indie, folk, country but even LoFi when he discovers it later.

- Both love cooking and baking. They weren’t allowed to learn when they were kids, but when they moved out they read Bloberta’s old recipe books to teach himself. Block preferred online recipes

- Shapey was Diagnosed with ODD and ADHD as a toddler, Orel tries to find some resources at the library to figure out how to help Shapey, at least where he can. Unfortunately, the library is a bit of a dead end. But the constants in Shapey’s life help him a lot.

- They never talk with Clay. They are complete strangers to one another. Shapey and Block consider Orel to be the closest thing they have to a father figure

- When everyone is grown up; Shapey gives a speech as best man at Orel and Christina’s wedding that makes everyone cry

Bloberta:

- Has an extensive record collection of her favorite bands from when she was a teenager.

- Clay has pestered her to get rid of it but she can’t bear to part with it. She keeps it hidden in the dresser and closet alongside her other unmentionables.

- Loves doo-wop, 60s pop, rock and roll and even some modern punk and metal. Doesn’t actually like listening to Christian rock but will put it on to be a “good influence”

- Was interested in student council and politics herself before she married Clay, but was pressured out of it bc “godly women let men take the lead” (ew)

- Her mom forced her to babysit as a first job when she was a teenager and she despised it.

- When she’s home alone she likes to put on romcoms such as Pretty Woman or Dirty Dancing. But she’ll mute the volume and block out the windows so no one can hear or see her.

- But more often then not they leave her crying wishing for something better. One day after watching one of her movies she locked Clay out of the house for a week because she couldn’t bear to even look at him.

- She’s a lot more supportive of Orel going to an out of state college than his father. She doesn’t want him to feel trapped like she does.

Clay

- Took ballroom dance in high school- is an amazing dancer but doesn’t like showing off.

- Has Irish ancestry, his great grandparents emigrated during the great famine.

- Likes to read when he gets the chance- favorite book is Catcher in the Rye or In Cold Blood (yes, they are supposed to be red flag books, remember who we’re talking about)

- Loves true crime- extremely fascinated by serial killers and mysteries.

- He likes movies, but rarely is ever able to put them on. But he likes Wolf of Wall Street and Fight Club (all the red flag films) (Call me By Your Name and Beauty and the Beast when he’s in private, would never watch them unless he’s completely alone) (once again, RED FLAGS)

- Believes all colleges are satanic propaganda. At least that’s what he told himself as he got older. When he was a teen thought about art school but could never afford it on his own.

- Never graduated with a full 4 year degree, but out of high school he was in and out of trade or secondary schools. He tried nursing, mechanic/auto shop, accounting, and technician work and hated everything. Bloberta suggested politics and somehow he had enough charisma and writing prowess to sell competency.

- Loves Queen. Could listen to any album any day- but has a particular soft spot for “I want to Break Free” and “Somebody To Love” has made him sob uncontrollably . He puts on Queen when he’s driving alone.

- Loves to drive. Before he started drinking it was his one escape. Sometimes he would just take his keys and a handful of his father’s cash and drive off for a few days without telling anyone. He’s been all over the country, but particularly loves to see the Grand Canyon or even up north near Niagara and the lakes.

- Even after he got married he would drive off on a bender for a week or two not to be seen. Bloberta never brings it up. He only HAD to stop when Orel was born.

Reverend/Rod Putty

- Never imagined himself as a pastor, when he was younger he was more interested in the hippie subculture. But he’s good at talking. He originally tried his hand at standup comedy, and that was a total flop. So when it came time for him to settle on a major/career he went religious… Partially to dodge the draft.

- Agnostic leaning. He believes in a God, but struggles with connection.

- Grew up in the south, but moved to the midwest in his teens. Sometimes his accent slips through when he’s tired.

- Scarily good at poker. Feels very torn about this skill.

- Banned from at least 4 casinos in a 100 mile radius.

-

Stephanie

- Was a straight A student all through school, but decided against University for financial reasons and pressure, she goes to the community college closest to Moralton. She dreams when she saves up enough she could go to a music or art college

- Had a band once but all her band mates moved away. She does try to pursue music herself. Has an album lined up but she doesn’t feel ready to put it into the world yet.

- A friend from out of state gave her her first tattoo in his garage. Since then she’s been interested in learning but doesn’t know how to practice back in Moralton. Is saving up for a machine.

- Hates the cold and cold weather, she’s always bundled up when it hits below 60 and it always complaining about how cold it is until the weather warms up

- But she loves rainy days.

- Her mom tried to sign her up for an after school Christian youth program but Stephanie always ditched to go hang out around town with Kim and others.

- She uploads song covers to Youtube when she has time, and has amassed a huge following

- She likes snapchat as well, she can keep in touch with out of state or online friends easier, it makes her feel more connected to people in similar situations

- Her first guitar wasn’t the best quality, but it’s one of her favorites for the sound, she covered the entire face with stickers and intricate drawings

#moral orel #clay puppington #bloberta puppington #orel puppington #reverend putty #headcanon #most of this is projection lol

[oohnotvery]

Throwing Good After Bad (Chapter 8)

Mulder

They take Evan’s truck up to the property, packing in like sardines. With his long legs, Mulder finds himself forced into the passenger seat by an insistent Lydia, who has gotten much more talkative since their walk on the beach. He glances over his shoulder to check on Scully in the backseat and sees Joe’s thigh pressed against hers, his hand draped possessively over her knee.

Mulder lifts his gaze to catch Scully’s eye and her eyes flit meaningfully over to Lydia, who has her arms draped around the back of his seat like a lovesick teenager. His fake wife ruffles his hair fondly and Mulder forces a tight smile at the gesture.

The ride up the mountain jolts him to attention and he grimaces as he bounces around the truck’s tight cabin. The drive takes about half an hour, which is much longer than Mulder had anticipated, but the pothole-dented road is curvy, narrow, and steep, and Evan has to take the trek slowly.

The sun is beginning to set over the island when the road finally evens out onto gravel, then onto paved cement. They approach a tall, imposing iron gate hemmed in on two sides by a poorly-constructed brick wall, and a man standing at the entrance opens the gate to usher them in.

Against the darkening horizon, Mulder can’t make out many features of the community as they enter onto the property, but he spies rows and rows of homes constructed along a set of interconnected streets.

They drive past the homes and further up the mountain until they come to a large, wooden lodge. A hand-carved sign out front signals that they’ve reached the Black Sands Community Center. Mulder glances back at Scully and sees her drinking in the details as eagerly as he is. To his annoyance, Joe’s hand still rests on her knee.  

Evan throws the truck into park and they jump out, following him single-file into the building.

And his jaw drops. He’s not sure what he expected to find inside, but this certainly isn’t it. He shoots Scully a look and finds her staring wide-eyed at the scene before them.

People are . . . dancing. Raucously. Wildly. Exuberantly. Inside the lodge’s wide, open lobby, there seems to be a Black Sands dance party going on.

Evan throws them all an excited grin.

“Did I not mention we’re celebrating tonight?” he asks with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

“Celebrating what?” Scully asks skeptically.

Evan bumps her arm teasingly. “Our new visitors, of course!”  

Scully’s eyes widen further in anticipation.

“And dinner?” Joe asks, glancing warily at the dancers. It’s a fair question, and for a moment, Mulder doesn't completely hate him. None of them has eaten since their lunchtime PB&J sandwiches.

Evan nods magnanimously. “Dinner first,” he promises, and gestures towards a seating area in the back, where Mulder notices for the first time a series of long wooden tables lined with folding chairs.

Dinner is a buffet of green beans, salad, mashed potatoes, and some sort of meat that Evan claims is chicken but that Scully warns Mulder not to touch.

“The last thing we need here is food poisoning,” she grumbles under her breath. He notices with a hint of smugness that she doesn’t bother warning the other two agents.

Mulder is about to ask whether any of the dancers will be joining them for dinner when an elderly couple approaches their table, their faces bright with big smiles.

“Welcome to the Black Sands,” the man says, extending a hand to Mulder, then to Joe. He nods his head politely at Scully and Lydia but doesn’t shake their hands. Although Scully does her best to act unruffled by the affront, Mulder knows she detests such blatantly obvious sexism.  

Mulder introduces himself and Lydia as Floyd and Lauren, and Joe follows suit with his own introductions.

“I’m Harlan, and this is my wife, Jules,” the man says, his dark brown eyes crinkling at the edges. Jules takes a seat next to Scully and places a wizened hand on her arm.

“Your hair is so beautiful, my dear,” Jules says, and Scully smiles a polite thanks.

If Mulder had been asked to describe what members of the Black Sands Community would look like, he would have projected that their appearance would mirror the Amish—flowing dresses, long, uncut hair, caps covering the head.

But Jules and Harlan couldn’t be further off from that. In fact, they look more like Grandma and Grandpa decided to take a beach vacation and then far overstayed their welcome. They each have sun-darkened skin, excessive wrinkles around the eyes and mouth, and long, silvery hair tied into matching ponytails. Jules wears a colorful sarong, her full, unsupported breasts precariously close to coming out of the top. Harlan sports a white tank top and board shorts, like he’s ready for a surfing session at the drop of a hat. They’re both completely barefoot, as are most of the dancers on the floor.   

Evan slots in beside Mulder. “These are the community leaders,” he explains enthusiastically.

Mulder glances at Scully. Ah, so these are the people who lost their grandchildren, he thinks.

Harlan gives Evan a squeeze on his shoulders and a kiss to the top of the head before slotting in on Scully’s other side, scooting Lydia out of the way. He grins wickedly at both women.

“I rarely get the chance to sit between two beautiful women,” he says, and Mulder can’t decide if it’s sleazy or if the man is just an old, careless grandpa.

With Jules and Harlan flanking Scully, Mulder can barely get a word in edgewise to his partner. The community leaders seem overly curious about her, peppering her with dozens of questions about her career, her life, her husband. At one point, Scully almost calls Joe by his real name and Mulder watches her clumsily recover by shoving a bunch of potatoes in her mouth.

He shoots her an encouraging look and bumps her foot under the table. It’s a good thing they’re not interrogating him; he barely spent five minutes with the briefing, choosing to spend the plane ride sulking rather than studying.

Joe makes a decent effort to interject into the conversation to ask Jules and Harlan about themselves, but the older couple are overbearing to the point of frustration. When Mulder decides Scully’s had enough of the one-sided questioning, he stands and stretches.

Everyone stares up at him in surprise and he shoots a charming smile at the table. “I think it’s time we get in on that dancing action, no?”

Jules seems instantly pleased by the suggestion and Harlan rises, plucking Scully up by the shoulders and steering her towards the dance floor, ignoring her protests. Mulder punches Joe in the arm.

“Go get your wife,” he growls to the other man, and Joe nods dutifully, embarrassment coloring his cheeks.

In the end, Joe makes only a half-hearted effort to recover Scully, who endures one dance with Harlan before excusing herself to the restroom.

As Jules shows Scully where the bathroom is, Lydia tugs on Mulder’s arm. He glances down, wondering when he’ll stop being surprised that she exists and expects things of him.  

“Dance with me?” she asks, her eyes turning dreamy. Does she understand this is an investigation and not a dating club?

He hesitates, glancing towards the bathroom. He wants to check on Scully, but he knows he needs to keep up their façade. With one last look towards the ladies’ room, he agrees and tugs Lydia onto the floor.

**

Lydia is dancing with someone from the community and Mulder is overly thankful for the break. He’s got one hand in his pocket and the other holding onto a glass of water, pretending he’s refreshing himself while really he studies the dance floor.

Joe finally took it upon himself to rescue Scully from Jules and Harlan, and they’ve been dancing together for the past twenty minutes. Scully looks relatively comfortable in Joe’s arms, which is just as well. Something about the way Harlan was pursuing her gave Mulder the creeps.

In fact, something about the way everyone is pursuing Scully is giving him the creeps. As his eyes flit across the dance floor, he takes in the way most of the men—and even some of the women—are staring at her. He knows better than most people just how beautiful his partner is, but he’s a little taken aback by the attention she’s getting. He wonders if it’s bothering her and wishes he could ask her to dance, just to check in on her. Being both this close to her and this far away is making him a little crazy.

As his eyes continue to rove around the room, he pauses over a table in the back corner. Evan, Harlan, and Jules sit around the table, heads bent together. It’s curious, he admits, how close Evan seems to the community leaders. He’s making a mental note to keep a closer eye on Evan when their guide stands, smiles down at Jules and Harlan, and then makes a beeline for Scully and Joe.

Mulder takes a step closer to the dancers, his fist clenching around the water glass in his hand. He watches as Evan interrupts their dance and asks for Scully’s hand. His partner accepts with a slight nod, and for the first time on this goddamn trip, Mulder wishes Joe would just take her in his arms and drag her away for some kind of heavy petting session.

His eyes are glued so tightly to Scully as Evan leads her around the floor that he once again fails to notice that Lydia has stepped up to his side.

“Come on, Floyd,” she says with an eager smile, removing the cup from his hand and dragging him onto the dance floor.

His eyes flit between Lydia and Scully, who is looking increasingly more uncomfortable in Evan’s arms. Lydia runs her hands up his arms and squeezes his shoulders demandingly, momentarily capturing his attention.  

“So, what do you think about this place so far?” she’s asking, but he can hardly concentrate on her words. Evan has drawn Scully closer into his chest, and Mulder can tell she is actively trying to pull away from him.

“Floyd?” Lydia interrupts.

His eyes flash back down to Lydia. “Sorry, what?”

An aggravated furrow appears between her brows. “I said, what do you think about the community? Nefarious or not?”

He shakes his head. “I don’t know, Lydia—”

“Lauren,” she hisses, pinching his arm. He winces at the contact and glances back up at Scully, but she and Evan have moved out of sight. Grabbing Lydia around the waist, he shuffles her around the floor until they come back into view.

Scully is now biting her lip and has one hand clenched tightly into a fist. She glances around the room until she spies him and her eyes widen meaningfully.

She needs help.

Quickly, his eyes dart across the room until he finds Joe. He catches the other man’s eyes and signals for him to come over. Disentangling himself from Lydia, Mulder gives her a quick peck on the cheek and then turns her over to Joe.

“I’m going to check on your wife,” he tells Joe with a meaningful look Scully’s direction. “Will you occupy mine for a little bit?”

Confused but compliant, Joe and Lydia fall into each other’s arms and Mulder trots up to Scully. He taps Evan on the shoulder and the man glances up at him expectantly.

“Sorry, Evan, but you’ll forgive me if I interrupt for just one dance,” he says as charmingly as he can. “Besides my Lauren, of course, Danielle here is the best two-stepper on the west coast.”

Scully’s eyebrows fly to her hairline before her face dissolves into a grateful smile that she hides by ducking her head.

Evan shoots him a tight but courteous smile before dragging his hands off Scully’s body. Mulder steps into her immediately and slips an arm across her waist and takes her hand in his. He gives her a quick once-over and her eyes tell him that something is wrong, but I’m okay, so he draws her closer into his chest until they’re dancing cheek-to-cheek.

“Tell me what’s going on,” he murmurs in her ear. Joe and Lydia pass them on the floor and he gives Lydia a wink. She all but scowls at him.

“He was giving me the creeps, Mulder,” Scully whispers, her hand momentarily tightening against his bicep.

“How so?” he asks. He trusts each and every one of Scully’s instincts, but he wants more information.

She pulls away just enough to meet his eyes. He dips his head lower, unable to keep the concern off his features. Scully’s eyebrows crease.

“Everyone is staring at me,” she says nervously.

“I noticed.”

“I think they want something from me.” She hesitates, licking her lips. “Something bad.”

Instinctually, he tightens his hold on her. “Nothing bad will happen to you,” he promises, his voice dropping.

She nods, but her eyes are unfocused.

“What did Evan say to you?” he prompts.

She shakes her head and her hair brushes his chin. “Nothing,” she says, eyes flitting to his. “That’s the thing. He’s been perfectly nice. But I feel—uneasy about him. Like something is off.”

He stops dancing and glances around the room quickly. Whether by instinct or out of habit, they have danced their way into a secluded corner of the lodge where few people stand near them.

Don’t be possessive, he reminds himself as he stares down at his partner. But this feels different than it did with Joe. Maybe he overreacted and overstepped when it came to Scully’s fake husband, but she seems genuinely concerned here. It makes him instantly—and he thinks rightfully—protective.

Tipping her chin up with a finger, he encourages her to look at him. He instantly recognizes the look in her eyes: she’s worried.

“Do you feel unsafe?” he asks quietly.

She swallows and glances around the room. “People are staring, Mulder,” she mutters, turning her cheek so his hand slips off her face.

He clenches his fist into a tight ball. “I hate this, Scully,” he whispers angrily. “I hate that we can’t just have a conversation—”

“I know,” she says, holding up a hand. Her wet, blue eyes pin him to the wall momentarily before her gaze softens. “We can talk more at the cabin.”  

He works his jaw impatiently. “Alright. But stay close, okay? I think you’ve officially out-danced everyone here.”

At that, she sputters out a goofy laugh, just loud enough to reassure him that she’s not mad at him for getting overly protective this time. He reaches out a hand to guide her back towards the dance floor when she glances at him over her shoulder. He cocks his head questioningly.

She swipes her tongue across her lower lip and gives him an indecipherable look. “Just remember, Mulder,” she says somberly, “that all of this is just for looks.”

He pauses, letting her words sink in, then watches her waltz back onto the floor. She approaches Joe, tugs him away from Lydia, and then rises to her toes to press her lips to his cheek. A wide smile cracks across Joe’s face and Mulder looks away.   

Jaw clenching, he scuffs the toe of his shoe against the hardwood floor before making his way over to Lydia.

Apparently still frustrated with his inattentiveness, Lydia holds herself rigidly in his arms as they spin around the floor. It seems he can’t even make his pretend wife happy.

Half an hour later, Evan corrals them all back into the truck. Jules and Harlan wave a hearty goodbye to the gang, pausing to each give Scully a hug, which she returns with visible discomfort. They are all silent on the way down the mountain, the only noise the bump bump bump of tires on rocks.   

A heavy rain kicks up by the time they’ve reached the campsite, and Mulder briefly considers and then rejects the idea of asking Scully if she wants to do more surveillance tonight.

He falls onto the couch dejectedly, wondering how he’s going to make it through several more days of watching Scully pretend to be another man’s lover. He wishes he could just erase this entire trip from his memories.

But as the rain beats against the cabin’s tin roof, his mind wanders to darker, more insidious subjects. Why did Jules and Harlan take to Scully so strongly? And are Scully’s suspicions correct? Is Evan dangerous?

It’s two in the morning when he accepts the fact that he’s not going to sleep well knowing that Scully thinks something evil is afoot. Ignoring the beat of the rain against his brow, he trots across the campsite and over to Scully’s cabin, his gun holstered to his hip. He’ll keep her company tonight, just until sunrise.

He’s about to open the door to her cabin when he spies something in his periphery, towards the beach.

Lights.

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His girl (Part 2)

Summary: you and Elvis had arrived in Memphis, you had to get used to the paparazzi but you weren't used to this side of Elvis.

Warnings: smoking, controlling/yandere Elvis, domestic violence, mention of Elvis's prescribed drugs.

Me and Elvis were in his pink Cadillac on the way to Memphis. I was excited to get away from the farm and explore the city. But I was also anxious and worried, I was in a car with a man 12 years older than me that I had just met. The things my momma would do if she was still alive. I knew deep down that this was probably a bad idea but my love for the man didguised it. We were on the motor way, I opened my window letting the cool air rush through my golden hair. My blue eyes sparkling in the yellow sun, my freckles placed perfectly on my face. Elvis had his cigar in between his pink soft lips, his jawline was sharp, his hair was jet-black and messy. It was like looking at a Greek God. The song 'California Dreamin' played whilst we sped along the road.

The car slowed down until it came to a complete stop at a large, luxurious house. I was in awe. Paparazzi surrounded the gates whilst a group of men waited at the door for us. Elvis rushed to open his door before opening mine. He hurriedly picked me up and covered my face from the blinding lights. My arms and legs wrapped around his tall figure. I had never experienced this sort of atmosphere, I had never saw this many people in the same place. Elvis whispered to me,

"It's ok honey, just imagine that they aren't there." His voice was deep and relaxing, he rushed inside the grand doors, the shouting and flashes seemed to fade away once we were inside. He dropped me onto a soft couch inside his lavish living room. I saw a group of men walking towards me. I was scared, who are these people?, what are they gonna do? They walked up towards me.

"Hey there I'm Jerry and this is the Memphis Mafia." One man said cheerfully. I anxiously nodded as I scanned the room for Elvis who was no where to be seen.

"Where is Elvis" I said desperately.

"Oh he's making ya some food."

"Oh ok." The group of men walked off upstairs. I was left alone in a man's living room that I had only recently met. I examined the room, it was amazing, the room itself was bigger than my whole house back at the farm. I was pulled out of my thoughts when Elvis sat down next to me with a pb&j sandwich in hand.

"I got ya something." Elvis said with a smile plastered on his face. He lifted the sandwich up to my red lips, urging me to take a bite. I bit into the delicious sandwich before a grin appeared on my face.

"Elvis that's so yummy!" I exclaimed happily. Elvis's face lit up with joy, he loved seeing me happy and smiling, he loved seeing me in general.

It was now the evening, I was sat In Elvis's lap on the couch whilst he was watching TV. His large fingers played with my gold hair, my head rested on his warm chest. I was slowly dozing off, Elvis was quick to notice. He stood up with me wrapped in his large arms.

"I think it's bedtime honey." Elvis said with a chuckle.

He took me up to his grand room, it was amazing, it was lavish and neat. He sat me on the edge of his large bed before speaking.

"You gotta change into some pidgamas darlin." I nodded in agreement as he walked towards his cupboard, he pulled out a short pink nightdress, he walked over to me. He pulled my dress off me, revealing my naked body, he smiled as he put the dress on my small figure. I looked into his deep ocean eyes. I was lost in them. Once he had finished dressing me he picked me up and placed me in his bed. He tucked me in so that I was secure and comfy. He took his shirt and trousers off, leaving only his boxers, I was in awe just looking at his goddly figure. He climbed into the bed so that he was laying next to me. He wrapped his arms around me, I felt a sense of comfort rise inside of me. I drifted off into the best sleep that I have had for a while.

The next morning I was woken up to Elvis kissing my chubby cheeks. His lips felt like cotton.

"Wakey, wakey, honey" he sang in a sweet tone.

"Good morning" i said whilst stretching.

"I made ya breakfast downstairs." I smiled as I looked at Elvis before stepping out of the bed. I walked downstairs to be greeted with the Memphis Mafia at the dining table, they were already finishing their food. Me and Elvis took a seat. I quickly ate my cereal.

Once I had finished my food I got up to put my bowl in the sink, I was still wearing the short night dress, as I got up I felt all eyes on me. I felt like I was being watched like a hawk. I turned around to see the Memphis Mafia and Elvis eying me down. I walked over to Elvis who was still eating,

"Elvis can i go watch some TV?" I asked quietly as I tried to not attract attention.

"Of course darlin."

I walked into the living room and sat myself down on the soft couch. I turned the TV on.

It had been an hour since I turned the TV on, I was watching my favourite show. I heard footsteps get closer to me until a large hand ran through my long blonde hair. I looked up to be met with Elvis who had a smirk on his face.

"Do ya wanna go out tonight, to a club or something?" He asked as he got lost in my eyes.

"Of course!" I said cheerfully. I quickly ran upstairs to get ready. I was now in Elvis's room rummaging through all of the female clothes he had, I was confused as to why he even owned female clothes but he was a famous singer so I figured that he would have girls over quite alot. I picked out a light blue, short, flowy dress that had small rignstones along the straps. I had also picked out a pair of white heels, and white thigh high stockings. I was dressed like a child, I was 15 after all but I had hit puberty, I was starting to get curvy, I had bigger boobs, and I was getting taller. I was a beautiful girl, long legs, thin waist, perfect boobs. I was all dressed up and ready to go.

Once we had arrived, there was already paparazzi and a huge crowd outside of the front door, Elvis quickly pushed through them whilst holding me tight. As we stepped in all eyes were on me and Elvis, but mostly on me wich was odd. The men whistled and the women whispered, the boys, the girls, they all liked me, I was beautiful and young after all. Elvis took me to sit down opposite him on a table next to the bar. We chatted for a while.

"Can I go dance?" I asked desperately.

"Sure sweetie." Elvis replied with a smile.

I got up and walked to the dance floor, I felt everyone stare at me, but I wasn't bothered. I swayed my hips and whipped my hair, whistles came from all directions, the men tried to get a peak under my short dress. Elvis was distracted in a conversation. I felt large hands on my waist slowly tracing up my body. I was quick to turn around, it was a tall blonde man that looked glamorous. He flashed his white smile that almost blinded me.

"Hiya love, I'm Tommy, what's your name lil girl?" He said in his deep tone.

"Oh my names Mina." I said in a flirty tone, I batted my eyelashes and gave him butterflies. He was busy looking at my boobs that were glistening from my sweat. I made flirtatious jokes and comments, I had the upper hand here. That was until he tilted my chin up with his index finger, he looked into my deep eyes, he planted a kiss on my red lipstick-covered lips, it felt amazing. Before I got a chance to open my eyes I felt a large hand grab my upper arm, I almost fell onto the floor due to the force. I looked up to see that Elvis was the one grabbing me. He dragged me out of the club and into the alley way at the back. His strong grip caused me to yelp, his nails digged into my skin.

"Elvis your hurting me!" I yelled. I watched his face fill with rage before he tightened his grip and said,

"Don't you dare shout at me after making me look like a fool in there!" He was a strong man and he was using his strength on me, a small, inoccent 15 year old girl. He was hurting me so I had to do something, I kicked and screamed and punched until I felt Elvis push me onto the damp brick wall that was behind me. My body went numb, I fell to the floor as tears rushed from my eyes to the floor.

Elvis was now standing over my weak body that was on the cold wet floor.

"Why would you do this, I hate you!" I yelled. This only feuled Elvis with more rage. He grabbed me and pulled me up so that I was standing infront of him, I leaned against the wall for support.

"You made me look stupid in there!"

"What do you mean!?"

"You know what I fucking mean, you were basically eye-fucking some random guy!"

"W-what, what is eye fu-"

"You are my girl, not anyone else's, you got that!"

"Elvis I only just met you, I can't be your girlfriend, I just can-"

"Don't fucking test me lil girl." He said in a deep raspy voice. This sent shivers down my spine, I was stronger than all my men except for Elvis, he was both physically and mentally strong. I was scared of him, he was scaring me. His hands were now gripping my small face harshly. Tears ran down my face as I looked into Elvis's dark eyes, he was feuled with anger, I didn't like this side of him, he was a violent man.

"Ok Elvis, I am your girl, j-just stop hurting me, please." I said in a weak voice. Elvis's face was now plastered with an evil smile, he cupped my face softly before leading me to his car and taking me home.

It was the next morning, I didn't even remember what happened after I got into Elvis's car, my memory was blank. My head was dizzy and I had red marks on my arms. I felt nauseous. I saw a packet of pills on the bedside table, I must have taken some or something since I was feeling so bad. I got up to see Elvis who was downstairs, I stumbled down the stairs, I almost tripped over my own feet. I reached the living room where I was met with Elvis, he was all dressed up and had a ring in his hand, he was smoking his cigar, packets of his prescribed drugs sat next to him on the table. I looked to him, all I could see was the rage in him behind all of his fake personality that he shows the world.

"Well hello baby, I have a surprise for you." He said whilst he held out a diamond ring to me. I knew he was a different man when angry but I still loved him, I thought to myself that it was just a one off incident and would never happen again, or would it.

#elvis presley #elvis the pelvis #fanfic #fan fic writing #70s elvis #yandere elvis #domestic violent relationships #70s vintage #smoking #singers #famous

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adding to the anon's puppy ask, Donnie could be repairing part of the automatic food dispensers and accidentally spills dogfood all over himself.

it wouldn't be the puppy's faults if they're hungry and Donnie now smells yummy

A Sweet situation

A/n: I wasnt sure if yall whanted D or Mik get tickled so i decided to do both+ some extra Fluff to this fic I hope thats okay. Hope you enjoy!

Characters:

Lee Donnie, Mikey

Ler the Doggies , Mikey, Donnie

Extra:Todd

Love: Plantonic and friendly if you ship brothers or some other pro ship then get outta here.

Summary: Donnie and Mikey promised Todd to repair his food dispenser. But something Lickery happend that made Mikey do something... sweet.

It was around Lunch time and the Pb&J duo was driving too Todds place the turtle tank. He called them and said he needed help with the food dispenser. The turtles didnt whant to go there cuz of a mision but Todd was their friend so they decided to help him anyway.

🧡: Im tired...and ofc that dispenser had to get cowabummed or something...

💜:Angelo, I know were tired well mostly you, but we promised Todd the help we just go check and get back.

🧡:True...He did save us 3 times and gave us that dumb old van...that we overpaied with that puppyland.

💜:You mean 2 times? That one time with shreeder and that one time with the crazy dentists.

🧡:Nope. 3 times. Long short history he saved me from meatsweats. Uhm i explain later im too tired to do this.

Explained Mikey. Donnie looked at him with a " I whant to hear that story" face then looked back at the road.

When they came they got welcomed with some sunshine lemonade and some cookies that Todd baked. Whrn they were done Todd took them to the area of the dispenser.

🤎:I tried Everything to spill the food out but nothing works! It wont let out the food thats in the dispenser can you two please help??

💜:Well that why we are here right Angelo?

🧡:Yep! Dont worry Todd! We will fix it as fast as we came here!

🤎:... So an entire hour?

🧡:Ye- whait wut?! We were driving in the tank an hour ago-

💜: No Mikey forgot we were on a mission?

🧡:Ohhh right sorry bout that Todd we were kinda busy but now we can 100% help!

🤎:Okay! I go make some lemonade for you guys! I bet you guys were really tired after the mission!

🧡:Thanks Todd!

Said Mikey as Todd walked away for the lemonade. The duo walked over to the food dispenser that was souronded by the hungry puppies.

They let out sad hungry noises. Mikey picked one up and started petting it.

🧡:Hello little one!

💜:Mikey we are suposed to work remember? Not playing around with the puppies!

🧡:Right! I nearly forgot!

Said Mikey he took the puppie up, showed it to other puppies and made a speech.

🧡: Our puppy friends! We know that you guys had a problem with the food! So as one of the creator of this place i promise we will give you the food right away!

Said mikey with a dramatic speech. The puppies started jumping around as Donnie rolled his eyes. It was not because he didnt whant to be here... okay it was one of the reassons but the second resson is cuz he is tired of doing things for today he just whanted to lay down and go to sleep or watch his phone.

D kneeld down to the dispenser level meanwhile Mikey put the puppy down and sat next to Donnie. Donnie took som tools out of his battle shell.

🧡: Hmmm it looks fine too me!

💜: But you can not open it Angelo. It isnt always how it looks like.

🧡:But what if I did this...UH-

Mikey punched the dispenser. Yes. Punched. Guess who didnt have the brain shell today?(GET IT??? BRAIN SHELL CUZ THEY ARE TUR-meh nvm)

Mikeys idea did work tho but not as they planed. The food spilled everywhere especialy the 2 turtles. The puppys looked at them like they were a kind of a good treat. The puppies frozed meanwhile the turtles grouned.

💜:Mikey next time you punch a machine can you atleast tell me? Now were both dirty!

🧡: Opis sorry brother! I will ask you next-... why are the puppys staring at us?

💜:Mikey cuz were coverd in foo- ... we beter run before they-

Donnie tried to say but was cutoff by a army of puppys running their way. The puppies jumped on the 2 turtles and started licking the dog food of.

🧡:NOOHOHOHO- AHH PUHUHPIES STHO- AHGAHAH

Mikey tried saying but he forgot dogs cant human languge in other words english unless someone thought them especialy puppys.

💜:NOHOHOHO- OH MI GHOHOGOS- IHI SWEHEHER IHIHI- GAHAGSGAG

Donnie laughed out loud with his youngest brother, cackling, lauging and gigling. They defenetly didnt expect this after that mission- That continued around 4-5min until Todd came in with the boys on the floor, looking wet(I mean duh they were like to death), having tears in their eyes and still gigling from the left out gigles.

🤎:OH NO!! did something happend?

🧡:Yehehes ahaha puhuhuhpy athahahck

💜:Thohohod i thhihihnk ithths thime fhor hus tohoho gho hohome. Whe fixhed you're machinhe so I ththink were done here right?

🤎:Yes ofc! Have a nice rest BFF'S!

Said the capybara when the two gigling turtles walked to the turtle tank still gigling.

When they came back Mikey got an idea for boredom so he went too Donnies room. They were exhausted but also bored so it was the best idea for now to hear a bit more of Donnies laughter.

When Mikey went into Donnies room he sat on his chair watching his phone. He was too exhausted too work. When he saw Mikey sneak in he spoke.

💜:Angelo if ya think I'm blind u are wrong, Need anything brother?

🧡:Just checking on ya! I mean that was kinda exhausting ya know...when the sweet puppies ti-

Mikey got shushed by Donnies finger as Mikey stod next to the chair Donnie is sitting on.

💜:SHHH! DONT YOU EVEN DARE BRIGN THAT MEMORY!It was SO embarrassing....

Donnie said with a slight blush from embarrassment looked away with embarrassment in his eyes, he did have fun but it was kinda embarrassing some puppies got them, the TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES. He then turned his look to his phone agian.

🧡:But ya gotta admit! It was fun! Even if we got embarrassed at least we weren't bored right D?

Mikey said poking his side. As Mikey poked it Donnie jumped up as his eyes widened and almost dropped his phone, as he catches his phone in time with his hand the other hand was holding Mikeys hand.

💜:AnGELO- DONT. Don't. Even. Think. About. It.

Mikey didnt listen too his brother and poked him agian. He was mischievous, did he got it from Leo? Maybe but that wasn't the time too think about genes, it was time for war.

💜:*Sigh* I warned ya now ya will suffer the consequences mine dear brother!

Donnie said as he tackled the box turtle to the ground as he smirked. Mikey was nervous panicked but at the same time happy and exited finally they arent bored.

🧡:D-D we can talk thrOUG-

Donnie didn't let Mikey finish his sentence as he squeezed his sides with a smirk. Mikey started giggling and squeaking as he tried to kick Donnie of him or make him fall down.

💜:What's wrong Angelo? Not so confident now huh? Ya know if ya are gonna keep moving even more I will dig into you're sides even more, What about that hm? Ya like the deal?

Donnie said with a smirk, but he forgot Mikey was strong he trained really much and he could throw an entire ship away with his mystic weapon so why can't he throw Donnie off? Well he can. And he just did.

As Donnie talked Mikey pushed Donnie of him and tackled him too digging in into his armpits. Donnie tried too block them with his arms but it was hard, as he blocked Mikeys tickle atacks he tried not too laugh, he wasn't planning on giving him the satisfaction. He finally bursted out laughing as he kicked around and laughed, they were having a tickle fight for some more minutes but then they heard Leo's voice.

💙:I'm gonna act like nothing is happening rn anyways we're getting pizza ya guys are coming?

💜🧡:PIZZA!!

They both said as they pushed off each other and ruined through the exit with Leo and Raph to go get pizza.

#lee #lee!donnie #ler!donnie #ler!mikey #lee!mikey #rottmnt #rottmnt tickle #tickle fic #fluff #ler #requests? #rottmnt fluff #Lee #im back from the dead #i'm back

[duck-in-a-thrift-store]

Alright we've finally reached the basement and backyard! This one might be extra long because there's a lot to cover

(image credits to/designs made using the app HomeByMe from Dassault Systèmes SE)

I don't think you can tell from the picture but there's a retaining wall across the front due to the hill that butts up against the front of the house, as mentioned in the last installment. There wasn't a front yard in the last part bc I imagine they're kind of right on the road (sort of like the og full house) and the driveway wraps around one side and down from the road in front to the garage in the back (I had already added a lot of extra space and stuff to this level and the app was starting to get a little glitchy so I decided against expanding the area further lol)

So anyway, the basement is where a lot of the various practical function type rooms are; we've got the laundry room in the front, the kitchen and the dining room on the right, etc.

There's the garage, please ignore the car that's in there as there weren't a lot of options and I know that one little minivan (I think it was a minivan?) is definitely not going to cut it for a household of this size but they didn't have any actual vans and I didn't have space to include multiple cars, so just use your imagination and picture that there are two more cars parked outside along the driveway or smthn (I'm thinking Steve has his car but he mostly lets Nancy or Jonathan drive it since his vision is starting to get worse, Eddie has his van, and Argyle still has the surfer boy pizza van bc he got to keep his old job but got transferred to a new location. Don't question the logistics of that it's not important)

You're probably wondering what the hell a "dog room?" is. I couldn't think of a better name for it, but basically I decided they should have a dog and that they adopt a stray they find, and this is the room where they keep the dog stuff. He's got a bed and a crate and his bowls in there, and it's also where they keep his food and all the other dog-related supplies. There's a door giving direct access to the yard from this room, and a hook by the door to hold a leash. All that said, the dog doesn't end up actually being in this room all that much besides when he eats, since everyone takes turns letting him sleep in their rooms and he's pretty much glued to his humans' sides when they're home

Beside the dog room is the aforementioned laundry room. I haven't decided for sure yet whether each person is responsible for their own laundry or if there's a designated laundry-doer (as well as other assigned chore roles) so we'll have to come back to that later

Next is the kitchen, and I'm following the lead of what seems to be majority consensus in fandom that Steve is a good cook, so he's usually the one making family meals in here. Also, El frequently sneaks down into the basement for late night eggos, and Will- who had become familiar with this habit of hers during their time in Lenora- sometimes accompanies her (trust that this au will have some strong willel sibling vibes bc its one of my favorite underexplored tropes in canon)

The kitchen is connected to the dining room; they're not actually separate rooms there's just a sort of mostly-for-aesthetic-purposes divider between them. The dining room is where they sit when everyone shares a meal or when they have company over for dinner, otherwise people just sort of take their food wherever they want if they're eating alone. They eat dinner together most nights

There's a door from the dining room out onto a patio, which is fitting since the patio is pretty much just a smaller, outdoor dining room (that's a picnic table in the middle). They grill sometimes but also just go out there to eat like, pb&js and chips in the warm sunlight and fresh air. It's also a place to sit and dry off or hang out after a swim, and the lower end has a pool shed where they store stuff like floats and nets and salt bags

Past the pool shed is the actual pool, which is an emotionally weighted part of the setting for several characters. El doesn't like the pool very much and mostly avoids it at first, but eventually she grows to love swimming (this au is also going to involve a lot of reclamation of things formerly tied to trauma). Steve on the other hand has very mixed feelings about the pool which he mostly tries to ignore. Mike tends to get weirdly clingy when Will wants to swim and always insists on going with him

Next to the back door is the external stairs to the deck on the first floor, and right inside the door is another mud room (don't ask me why they need two I didn't know what else to put in the space ok? Besides maybe it's just a matter of preference, some people prefer coming in through the basement and some prefer coming in through the first floor). Further in is the living room, which is sort of a more formal/intimate gathering space in some ways compared to the den upstairs; the den is for friends and neighbors, the living room is for family, if that makes sense? Or just for more "serious" company or family meetings

Back out into the yard, there's the gardening/tool shed, where Argyle likes to build birdhouses and the original party likes to tinker with old electronics, and where they keep the supplies for the greenhouse right next to it. They started growing their own fruits and vegetables out of necessity at first, back when everyone was nervous to leave the house, but now its use is mostly split between what Steve grows for use in the kitchen and Eddie & Argyle's home-grown weed

I think that's just about everything. The next installments will most likely be about roommate pairings and more in-depth bedroom designs

#full house au #stranger things fanfic #house plans #current project #duck designs houses (apparently)

[gamerbearmira]

(queenofthemultiverse) lord of the ring's au with the triplets

Today had been a rough day, as all of the days were. Pepa had watered the crops and the farms vegetables & fruits, julieta was done serving the town with arepas, and Bruno had done visions for some villagers. It’s been 4 years since they got their gifts and things…have been difficult, for them at least. For everybody else, including Alma, it’s been a piece of cake.  

The town has been really demanding and just…childish. None of the triplets can understand why they are so needy. Why can’t they water their own crops? Why can’t they simply just disinfect a cut instead of coming to get an arepa? Why can’t they just wait to see the future instead of asking for a vision? And then get mad when they don't get the vision they want. 

In just three years, the three ninos have changed personalities entirely. Pepa is more anxious and quick to snap, Bruno is more shy and introverted, julieta is the only one who hasn’t really changed in personality except being a little more tired and stressed. 

All three remember when they used to play in the mud and just run around and be silly. That seems like so long ago nowadays. 

The ninos were in their rooms, getting ready for bed, Casita had other plans of course. One by one, Casita kicked them out and slammed their doors shut. Alma was none the wiser because Casita sound proofed her room. 

The candle on the window shined brightly, then all of a sudden, something changed. Bruno, Pepa, and Julieta’s doors and by extensions their rooms collided into each other forming one door. On the door, it had Julieta, Pepa, and Bruno on the front. 

Pepa had what looked to be armor on, with the words “soldier” over her head. On her right, was Julieta with what looked to be a long poofy dress and a crown on her head. Over her head, was the word “king”. On the left of Pepa was Bruno, he looked to be wearing the same thing except his clothing looked more elegant. Over his head, was the word “poet”. 

“Woah” 

The triplets stepped closer to the door, examining it. 

“Soldier?”

“Poet?” 

“King?” 

“What does that mean?” Bruno asked, looking at both of his sisters. 

“ I dunno,” Julie answered, staring in shock at the door. 

The floorboard under them gave them a nudge closer, PB & J took that as a sign to open the door. Brun shyly touched the doorknob and opened it.  After the door was opened, all they saw was a rolling hill with a little dirt road. Looking closer they could see fields among the hills and a few hills seemed to have doors built into them.

Being children, they let their curiosity take over them and they walked some feet closer into the “room”. The air in this place was amazing, the wind tickled their cheeks and the faint smell of sugar entered their noses. They didn’t even notice that the door behind them closed and burst into gold dust until it was too late. 

“THE DOOR!! Where did it go?!?!” Julieta yelled, panic engulfing her 

“I don’t like this” Bruno mumbled, 

“What do we do?” Pepa asked

Great, just great. All they wanted to do was go to sleep after a long day of hard work. Now they’re stuck in god knows where with no food, no clothes, no mama….oh no mama. 

“Why hello there” A voice spoke behind them making them jump at the sudden sound. 

Pepa and Bruno hid behind Julie, who tried to pull the best “tough” look she could do. Pepa and Bruno followed suit. The triplets examined the man, he looked quite old. He wore all gray with a gray hat  and a long beard and had a staff in his hand. 

“Who…who are you?” Julieta asked, trying to seem tough, again trying. 

“I’m Gandalf Greymane, little one and who might you be?” the man asked nicely

“I..I’m Julieta Madrigal, This is my sister Pepa and my brother Bruno” Julieta said hesitantly. 

Gandalf noticed her hesitance and proposed an idea

“Well it’s nice to meet you, how about you come with me? I’m heading to an old friend's house and I would like company. Besides, maybe you're here to help with a quest” Gandalf said. 

A quest? Man the triplets forgot about the word. They never had time to read fairytale books as much as they used to. Maybe that’s what they were here for, who knows really. They agreed to walk with the man, Pepa filled the air with questions that Gandalf gladly answered. 

From what he said, they appeared to be in a place called “the shire”, it’s a pretty place that’s for sure. Julieta looked at all the hill houses and their decorations, she thought they were cute and wondered if people were inside. 

Bruno stayed behind her, unsure of this man but one thing did hook his interest. 

“maybe you're here to help with a quest” 

He liked that word, mostly because he loves fairy tales of all sorts even though he never gets to read them. He pondered about what kind of a quest they would be on; guess they’ll have to wait and see. 

-

I only realized that after writing this that time in middle earth and earth are different, so the triplets they were gone for only a day or two but to alma it was at least week or two.

THEY’RE GOING…ON A TRIP….🫨🫨🫨🫨

No but seriously they boutta be in for a serious ride. They’ll have fun, and obviously they’re gonna need some SERIOUS supervision but. I do think that they’ll be find. They’ll def be big assests, eat here 🫡

ALSO QUESTION. This takes place during the Hobbit (Bilbo’s journey) or is it The Fellowship of the Ring (Frodo). I assume the Hobbit because Frodo wasn’t mentioned. Nor the birthday.

#my asks are open #my asks #encanto #encanto au #au #encanto julieta #encanto pepa #encanto bruno #gandalf the grey #lotr #lotr AU

[bumzlebeaz]

Hey fear

Hey anger

Wana go for a ride

Sure anger.. As long its going to be on a sterdy road and we have a stable car that has working seatbelts and we will be well refteshed with drinks and food, so ill have to make sandwiches probalby pork since i hate chicken and u hate pb and j's so....

😐😐😐😐

#inside out #inside out pixar #insideout #inside out fear #feanger #anger insideout #barbie meme #im not funny lol

[unicyclehippo]

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

[pjunicornart]

Random Thoughts About Cornelius/Lewis I think about way too often

Title is self explanatory. Mostly headcanons under the cut.

I wonder what else he's picky about? Why would he make a PB&J gun? Because he's like me. Portions on certain foods need to be EXACTLY TO MY SPECIFICATIONS otherwise I'll break down. So if he's picky about a simple PB&J, what else is he picky over? I think he doesn't like a lot of spaghetti sauce on pasta, or he just orders butter pasta. He probably never has any kind of liquid/creamy based thing on subs, like mayo or dressings. Also can't stand coconut. Just a vibe.

I don't think Neil tolerates heat very well. I feel like on really hot Summer days, the last thing he wants to do is go outside... unless it's to a pool. Because he gets heat sick very easily, and he feels like he's gonna puke but he knows he's not but because he feels like he is he's just in an eternal cycle of suffering. I'm not speaking from experience what are you talking about...

Loud/sudden loud noises are probably a sensitive thing for Cornelius. I feel like when he was younger he'd hate the sound of blenders, mixers, rumble strips on roads, lightning, etc. As well as shrill/cringe inducing noises such as styrofoam rubbing against styrofoam, crinkling/ripping/rubbing plastic, squeaky markers on whiteboards, buzzing from flies and bees, and squeaky shoes on linoleum floors.

Do you think Neil ever goes into one of those little travel bubbles and just kinda floats through the air? Like to be in a calming environment.

I think besides dogs, he also wants a pet snake. It was like that when he was a kid, and as an adult, he still wants a pet snake.

Cornelius has a very specific way of doing things, and if you mess up that system by cleaning his mess for him, you're dead!

I think in general he has sleep issues. Especially when Neil is on business trips. He's only comfortable (and used to) sleeping in his own environment, so any other environment messes with his routine enough to make him toss and turn.

In case it wasn't already obvious, I think Cornelius is autistic. Self diagnosed later on down the line. I feel like the physical symptom he displays the most (aside from fidgeting) is toe walking.

Let's face it... Lewis in the movie is kind of an irritable jerk. But I think this is explained by his past. He always keeps his guard up and he never wants to get close to anybody because they always leave him. Hence why he scolds himself for letting himself think Wilbur was a friend, rather than scolding Wilbur for lying after he found out.

He didn't like frogs at first because "Ew, slimy."

He was definitely the type to always get picked last in gym class. Neil can't catch a ball to save his life... but he is a pretty fast runner.

Another vibe I get, but I feel like there were those times when he wished Mr. Willerstein could be his dad. He was essentially the only thing close to a father figure he had in his life before he got adopted. We don't see much screen time with them interacting, but it's clear Lewis and Mr. Willerstein had a pretty good teacher-student relationship. Hell, I even feel like Lewis would prefer to spend his lunch hour with his teacher instead of in the cafeteria with everybody being loud and annoying.

If Neil is gonna play any game, it's gotta have good puzzles. So what I'm saying is he probably played a lot of Professor Layton. But because he grew up during the DS, Wii, and Gamecube era, he's probably nostalgic for those Zelda games (Twilight Princess, Ocarina of Time, Skyward Sword), Mario games (New Bros. Wii, Mario Kart Wii, Galaxy 1 & 2, Mario Kart DS, Mario Party DS, Double Dash, Sunshine, Paper Mario), as well as the Metroid and Megaman games which would've been in circulation during that time period. For some reason, I don't think he was ever interested in Pokemon. I feel like that's more Franny's schtick.

Cornelius does NOT like horror games. Unless it's FNaF, because it's not actually scary most of the time.

He either sleeps in the softest blankets known to man or he ain't sleeping at all.

Neil may be one of the smartest men on Earth, yes, but he still has his dumb moments. Like when he's trying to find the syrup in the pantry for his pancakes, and he can't find it so he asks Wilbur for help. Then Wilbur proceeds to find the bottle of syrup that was right in front of Neil's face the whole time, and he somehow didn't register its existence.

Lewis prefers longer socks to normal length socks, because he blisters easily. But also because there are more fun varieties.

Frogs he can learn to love. But small, spindly spiders? NOPE NOPE NOPE. Tarantulas? He loves them because they're fuzzy and the perfect petting size! But the minute the spiders get smaller he is OUT. He hates bugs in general, really. The minute he finds a spider, ant, bee, or any bug in his house he will bomb the residence then move to Mars.

#rosey rambles #late night thoughts #random thoughts #meet the robinsons #lewis robinson #cornelius robinson

[hausofmamadas]

ALL ABOARD THE POBRECITO EXPRESSWAY | The Man, the myth, the OG Pobrecito, Javier Peña

♫ To the tune of One for the Road by Arctic Monkeys ♫

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Wow, okay Jesus H Christ. I made another thing? A thing I never thought I’d make. Bc frankly, I’m an insufferable contrarian to my grave, despite the fact that I hate hipsters. I do see the irony. I don’t really— Okay, look. Listen. Doing a massively popular fanfav character has always seemed like a lot of hoopla? There’s already so much content out there, and I’m always like my favs have to be randos that only had like 3 lines in the whole show “Meeeh, what do I have to say that hasn’t already been said. What do I have to add that hasn’t been done yet?” tbh I’m not at all confident that another One for the Road Javier Peña edit isn’t already out there bc the combo is like PB&J

But there is good news porque por lo visto, parece que tengo un bien chinga de cosas que decir about our Javier Peña. He is, as everyone knows, a multi-faceted man: he’s a lover, hes a fighter, but most importantly he is the OG sad!boi, sad sack, bury my feelings in any woman within a 5mi radius bc I prefer that to processing trauma bc who needs sanity or true human connection and King Pobrecito, for which we members of the Narcos/Nmx Fanfic Writer’s Discord have dubbed him, Conductor of the Pobrecito Expressway.

Oh praytell, what is the Pobrecito Expressway? So veryfuckingglad you asked you didn’t, shhhh. It is a train driven by Javi head engineer is naturally, Walt Breslin that dutifully shepherds passenger cars of similarly precious, forlorn pobrecitos from the Narcos/Nmx franchise.

Now, to be a pobrecito, one must have:

a) sad puppy eyes b) a personal life in shambles c) a will to succeed at all costs including their sanity and at the expense of those around them d) Many Problems, not entirely of their own making but that are undoubtedly exacerbated by the their inability to reconcile their emotional natures with the toxically masculine environments they are immersed in namely The Law and/or a Life of Crime.

And let me do tell you, there are many. Actually it might be easier to list those not on this crazy train. Hmm, so btwn the 2 shows, it'd be: Steve, Kiki, Benjamin, Miguel who did try to board the train but everyone hated him so much, they threw him off the back, Pacho, Chepe, Gilberto altho Navegante does, from time to time, end up rail hopping and everyone’s always yelling at him bc he is neither Big Sad, nor does he have a ticket. Oh, and I feel like it goes without saying, none of the incredible women are on this train. No, they’re enjoying champagne on a private jet pa’ todas las pendejadas they’ve had to deal with.

But yeah, basically everyone else is there. All food groups equally represented. Just moping from passenger car to the restaurant car, chain smoking, trying to untangle themselves from the red string they’ve been pinning to their walls, or trying and failing to remember how many drinks they’ve had and if there’s enough blow on the train to make them feel sober enough to continue drinking (you know who you are…. Rafa, Ramón.) And at the head of this train of absurdity is a one Javi Peña! A light(?) in the dark, to show them the way thru Pobre-dom. Which is to say he has no guidance, no idea where he’s going, doesn’t have a license even to conduct a train, pero se fue alaverga and we out here and no one’s crashed yet so! yay?

Anyway, I’ll shut up now. Here’s the thing I made.

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taglist: @narcolini @ashlingnarcos @cositapreciosa @purplesong1028 @mandaloria314 @artemiseamoon @thesolotomyhan @narcos-narcosmx @tinylittleobsessions @salt-is-a-terrible-currency @anunhealthydoseofangst @criatividad-e @dashavau @cherixrosa @complete-nonsequitur

#javier peña #javi peña #pedro pascal #narcos #narcosedit #arctic monkeys #one for the road #also the way i was like lowkey panicking #when i finished this shit #bc despite the fact that there are: #3 explosions #4 diff on-foot street chases #a plethora of shots and clips where mans is either #beating the piss out of someone #or holding/shooting a gun #......... after aaaaaaalll that #i was still like sksksk ... #there's not enough action #but like you have to understand the metric fuckton of footage of javi #that exists between all 3 seasons #never in my life have i had a problem of TOO much avail raw footage of a character #every time it's me tearing my hair out and shaking my fist into the sky trying to figure out how to stretch a 3 ep appearance #into a full fucking 3-4 min video #idk which i hate more tbh #all that is to say there is so much shit i wanted to cram into this mf #and literally could not without giving myself and/or someone else a seizure #bc the cuts and transitions would've been like milliseconds sksksk

[nuclearwazteeater]

Chapter 1 starts slow so I apologize. I promise it gets better I just felt the need to include chapter 1 for background and etc- ALSO DON'T QUESTION SOME OF MY LOGIC.. BC IDK EITHER 😔 (I'm an amateur and this is my first fanfic so constructive criticism is welcome :D <3 )

(Inside Gammy's house. 1 pm)

Creed had been sitting on the couch, reading over his college application when Cairo had walked into the trailer with a goofy grin plastered on his face. Cairo then shoved a paper into Creed's face, obstructing his view of his application. It was a slightly crumpled poster that was covered in vibrant colors and bold letters announcing that Johnny Cage would be doing a fan meet in Los Angeles, California, on December 18th from 3 to 5pm.

Creed's face immediately lit up with excitement as Cairo took the paper back. Cairo nodded his head to his life long best friend, signaling that they'd be attending. They'd both been fans of the actor for nearly a year now. They'd watched nearly all his movies and shows, even ones he was barely in.

"Holy shit!" Creed exclaimed with a smile, throwing his computer to the side. He then sat up and put his hands in the air. Creed was smiling so hard that Cairo was convinced his face hurt.

"Yeah, man! I got us bus passes! If we leave today we can get there the day of." Cairo explained, his voice full of delight. He had planned this whole thing out once he saw this poster at work. One of his coworkers had been bragging about their cousin working for a company that hosted fan meets for celebrities in Cali. Cairo knew then and there that this was something he and Creed needed to attend.

Creed didn't need to be told twice, he immediately started packing. The 19-year-old sprinted towards the hallway closet and jerked his suitcase out. Cairo decided to stay back and make them some food for the road.

Creed bolted down the hallway and towards his grandmother's room with his bag in tow. He knew for a fact she'd be doing laundry while watching Judge Judy right about now. He slung the door open and immediately started grabbing articles of clothing and then shoving them into his suitcase.

"Gammy! I'm going to see Johnny Cage!" Creed exclaimed as he attempted to cram as many clothes into his bag as humanly possible. He didn't even care about what he put in there, as long as he wasn't naked he'd be fine. Gammy, however, looked utterly clueless. She couldn't comprehend why her grandson/godson was so frantic.

As Gammy glanced up from the TV, her eyebrows knitted together in confusion. "Johnny Cage?" she asked, her voice full of curiosity.

Creed paused, his shirt halfway stuffed into his overflowing suitcase. "He's the martial artist-movie star guy that I like, you remember? He's doing a fan meet in Cali, and we're going to go see him!"

Gammy's expression softened as she watched her grandson's excitement. She definitely didn't understand the allure of Johnny Cage, but she understood that he was important to both Creed and Cairo.

"Well, remember that people ain't always as they seem... but have fun, baby." she said softly, a smile resting on her lips.

Creed smiled back at his grandmother's response and zipped up his suitcase before kissing her on the cheek as a goodbye. Creed then dashed to the kitchen where he knew Cairo was.

Cairo stood near the counter, wrapping sandwiches up in a paper towel. Assumably a snack for the long bus rides they would need to take. Cairo licked his fingertips clean of grape jelly and turned to his best friend.

"I got one PB, one J, and one PB&J." Cairo announced, now putting the sandwiches into his book bag. Creed nodded his head, now trying to shove his wallet and toothbrush into his pants pocket.

"I'm so fucking pumped, dude." Creed muttered as he kept hurriedly packing items into his cargo pants. He had so much filling his pockets that his pants started to sag horribly from the weight.

Cairo chuckled, watching Creed struggle with his overloaded pockets. "Jesus, you packed everything but the kitchen sink, dude." he teased, zipping up his backpack with ease. Creed grunted in reply, finally managing to squeeze everything into his pockets.

They grabbed their bags along with their skateboard, which they called Tony Hawk, and exited the trailer. They both walked down the trailer park driveway and towards the road. The boys began to skateboard down the road, Cairo being the one guiding their movements and pushing them while Creed held onto him. This had been their means of transportation since they had turned 12.

Once they got behind a pickup truck, Cairo grabbed the bumper. As they coasted, the cold wind blowing through their hair, Creed couldn't help but let out a loud 'woooh' of excitement. Cairo grinned, feeling the rush of adrenaline and excitement coursing through his veins. They zipped past empty fields that were once full of wheat and tobacco. Creed looked over at their shadows as they darted over the landscape.

Suddenly, the pickup truck slowed to a stop at a crossroad in town, leaving Cairo and Creed to navigate their way to the bus stop. Cairo glanced at Creed with a glint in his eye. "You ready for this?" he asked, despite already knowing the answer.

Creed flashed a grin, his eyes lighting up. "Totally, dude." he replied instantly, his voice full of confidence. It was something they'd done thousands of times, but that didn't make it any less exhilarating.

Cairo then pushed off the bumper and swerved into the road, executing a few twists and turns as they weaved between the oncoming traffic. The drivers honked their horns in shock and quickly hit the brakes. The boys seemed to ignore it though, their focus was on getting to the bus stop and eventually, Johnny Cage's fan meet.

As they emerged from the small intersection without injury, their laughter echoed through the air. Honks and swears filled the distance, the drivers were beyond pissed at the two 19-year-olds. It wasn't uncommon for them to do this which caused them to be seen as nuisances in their small town.

They eventually arrived at the bus stop and slowly came to a halt. Cairo picked up their shared skateboard and carried it to the seats. It took 30 minutes for a bus to finally pull up.

The driver opened the door then looked the two boys up and down. His eyes focused on their clothes and faces. They skimmed over Creed's camo shirt, ripped-up black cargos, and dirty converses then his eyes slowly drifted over to Cairo. He squinted at Cairo's 'no dolphins' shirt before scoffing at how Cairo's pants lightly sagged to show his bright pink and yellow boxers.

The boys shared a look of confusion, but they shrugged at the man's stare. They grabbed their bags and got on the bus, mentally preparing themselves for the long journey ahead of them.

#fanfic #i suck at writing #mortal kombat legends #multiple ocs #male oc #why is writing so hard #send help #advice please #i wrote this on my phone