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becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys · 1 year

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The disrespect toward indigenous peoples is what popped put at me today in one of your posts. I wonder how long the English have been looking down on the Welsh. We're the Saxons like that or is it the Normans who really thought they were better than everyone else. Cause it seems like it goes back a long way.

Oh, both, just in different ways. The Normals were imperialist, the Saxons were more theft and landgrab.

Something that makes me want to start hurling knives is the INCREDIBLY COMMON English myth that the Anglo-Saxons were a sweet innocent indigenous British people who were conquered and bullied by those mean nasty Normans (and Vikings), and because the Normans came over via France, that means everything was actually THEIR fault, and the true English i.e. the Anglo-Saxons, were victims too :(

When I say it's incredibly common, by the way, I really mean it. Enormous numbers of modern day English people believe this. I've seen BBC programs about the Viking invasions that claimed without a trace of irony that the Vikings would take slaves from "the native Anglo-Saxons". I've literally had English people comment this shit on posts of mine about Celtophobia and Welsh history. Like I'm there describing how the last Prince of Wales was locked in a wooden cage in Bristol Castle at the age of eight and lived out the remainder of his life there until his fifties so the Welsh would know their place, and some snivelling English cunt will straight up write a message going "Teehee really it was the Normans not the English though and they conquered the poor Anglo-Saxons too, poor England uwu"

Anyway in the dying days of the Roman empire in Britain one of the leading reasons for Rome abandoning Britannia was the constant waves of Anglo-Saxon invaders. There were so many the east coast of Britain became known as the Saxon Shore. There were so many the Romans built a line of forts that were and are literally called Saxon Shore Forts. There were so many that an official, historically documented, paid governmental position in Roman Britain was the Count of the Saxon Shore, i.e. the guy responsible for keeping the bastards out.

Rome had banned native military, of course, so when they then withdrew and took the armies with them, the people left had no defences against the incoming waves of Angles, Saxons and Jutes. England fell pretty quickly, Angles in the north, Saxons in the south, Jutes primarily in the east, I believe. What stopped their westward expansion was the Brythonic Celtic nations living in modern day Wales. And this is the origin of the Welsh dragon - those separate kingdoms needed a banner that united them, and represented Not Saxon. An anti-Saxon force. They chose a red dragon.

This is also the origin of King Arthur. An anti-Saxon king of the Brythons, who would repel these Germanic invaders. (It was several centuries later that England realised they should probably steal the term 'British', because otherwise they were marking themselves as 'not native'.)

Anyway the saving grace of the Anglo-Saxons in the end was actually that they were whiny little bitches who gave up trying to fight in Wales with its difficult mountains and fought each other instead. The whole sorry tale of the Heptarchy is the various Anglo-Saxon kingdoms fighting like cats in a bag, while Saxon king Offa built a dyke along the Welsh border and went "WELL YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED OVER HERE" and every Welsh king went "...we literally didn't want to conquer you anyway, you spectacularly sad and stupid man"

Oh, and of course, there's the name 'Wales'. Given to us specifically by the Anglo-Saxons. And translated by centuries of English scholars, mostly very smugly, as 'foreigners'. A fun bit of early propaganda, look - foreigners in our own country that they tried and failed to steal.

All of which is a circuitous way of saying - yeah, it goes way back.

#WALES!#closed for cleaning on mondays #history nerdery #celtophobia

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thesharktanksdriver · 10 months

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Weaving threads of friendship (mostly platonic)

Refer to this post.

As the people requested, Hobie’s partner meeting Miles.

This one is significantly shorter than my last one partially cause I think this is pretty straightforward

From the moment Miles Morales heard of Hobie brown he didn’t know exactly how to feel about him

It happened in passing as he and Gwen had swung through the city

The first time since the collider incident that he had seen her, months of wondering if she was fine

If she and the others had made it back safe

And now as they go around city just like he had hoped if she mentions him

He couldn’t help but feel a twang of panic

Feelings he’s harboured for the blond that had been simmering for a long while coming to a bubbling uproar

Didn’t help as he pushed the subject and got in response that she had apparently been living with him

An ugly seed of envy sprouts it’s way into his gut at that

He can’t help but feel ashamed of it

This was Gwen, of course she found someone. She was the coolest person he knows

Someone who could do ballet while fighting villains

Plus was apart of some kickass band in her dimension

He honestly wouldn’t have been surprised if she was selling out stadiums

And if she wasn’t currently, then he fully expected that for her future

He should feel happy that she found someone

Happy that she was in a good place

Yet it’s hard to ignore that sprouting envy as his emotions are already high enough as it is when seeing her again

It doesn’t help when he meets Hobie though

Having a moment to prove himself and then suddenly having it quite literally dashed open

With a guitar no less

Doesn’t help that he was cool as hell

The studded black leather vest

Spike Mohawk

Doc Martin boots

British accent

Silver gleaming piercings

Miles knew he couldn’t compare to him

And by god did it hurt

From the moment Hobie saw miles he knew knew he’d like the accidental Spider-Man

It might be due to the fact that Miguel did NOT want him apart of the Spider regime

On the fact that him being Spider-Man went against canon

But it also had to do with the fact that he recognized how he looked at Gwen

It’s how Hobie looked at you

Sure, he couldn’t see under the mask but it was very glaringly obvious to Brit

That was the gaze of someone who was in a deep passionate love

Something akin to fizzling fireworks that popped off in the night

Pop rocks exploding on your tongue on a humid day

Sappy romantic shite that he once never thought he’d think of

Until he rapidly found himself staring at you with that same expression

It makes him chuckle a bit thinking back

How glaringly obvious he was with his feelings yet you couldn’t accept the signs

Not until he told you face to face

Good times

With that look he also sees a slight sadness with it as well

Miles occasionally glancing at him and then back to Gwen

The slight bitter taste Miles held in his voice when addressing him

But what…oh

That realization almost makes Hobie burst out in laughter

Poor lad is probably running circles in his head for nothing

He’s definitely gonna have to tell him

One the tour of the HQ Hobie lingers close by to the newbie

Hands on his pockets as Jessica leads to way to Miguel’s sulking area

With the lame and inconveniently slow office floor elevator

A perfect example of capitalism

He pulls Miles aside with an arm around his shoulder, making Mikes give a noise of complaint

Until Hobie pulled out a Polaroid from an inner pocket of his vest

In it was Hobie with another person

Both staring up at the camera as he gave them a kiss

Miles looks to him in confusion

“I thought you and-“

“Gwenivere? Nah mate. S’ just crashin at my place cause home ain’t the best for her right now.”

“And that’s?”

“Yeah, my partner in crime so to say. Should meet them sometime, they’d like ya”

“Really?”

“Gwen won’t stop talking bout you.”

Hobie stifles a laugh at Miles’s face

The look of surprise and Fluster washing over the young lad as he shoots a glance at Gwen

Who all the while remained obvious to his stare as he directs it to the ground once more

Hobie grabs a new piece of tech as he does this

Pocketing it as he did with many other nick-knacks he’d found and swiped

To be fair, if it’s not nailed to the ground real nice then it’s free territory for grabbing

Or well…that’s what he tells others anyways

The piles of scrap pilled up in both his home and your room is a testament to that

As was the prototypes of his own dimension hoping bracelet

When you met Miles you couldn’t help but be extremely excited as the young Spider-Man sat down on Hobie’s worn and old ripped leather couch

Gwen often talked of him

So now seeing him in person is a extremely fun experience especially since he’s awkward in a way that reminds you of your past self

Conversation starts off slow at first

Stuff mostly revolving around his universe

What he liked

Etcetera Etcetera

But what really gets talk happening is when he brings up drawing

In a life in which your surrounded by musically artistic people it’s nice to have someone with a new passion

So it’s safe to say he quickly ends up showing you his sketchbook

Carefully showing you pages of graffiti tags

Mural ideas

And a few that had Gwen that he quickly flipped to a different page

You don’t comment on it but your grin alone tells him what he needs to hear

Speaking of which, Gwen is ecstatic that you get to meet Miles

She would not spot talking about it even before the whole “don’t tell mikes about the spider society” situation happened and was figured out

You definitely tease her a bit about it

And Miles as well

Buts it’s all in good nature

Miles finds you to be down to earth and Hobie’s translator of sorts

He doesn’t at all get British slang or can understand what Hobie is talking about so you help with that

Using an phrases and metaphors work better for his American understanding

He thanks whatever god there is for that cause sometimes he swears Hobie is making up shit just to confuse him

If you show him all the handmade gifts Hobie has made for you he gets a lot of creative inspiration

Especially since he’s always willing to step out of his normal medium

Show him how to make his own custom pins and he’ll return later with at least 15 plus a couple for you and Hobie

Their also really well drawn as well

So it’s a win win for everyone

At some point you secretly ask him to make some potential album cover art for Hobie and he is fucking ecstatic

He’s never done something like that before so he takes to trying it very seriously

Experimenting with styles

Trying new techniques

Eventually he settles down on a mix of graffiti and collage of news paper clippings

Cause apparently to him you both look as if your straight from newspaper clippings mashed together

Gwen can attest to this as well

Hobie ends up fucking loving it

And Gwen, Miles and Pavitr have to deal with the punk being all lovey dovey to you in a way they had never imagined Hobie to be

He’s peppering your face with kisses and swinging you around in a hug

You let out a small yell as he tosses you up and catches you

It’s honestly really sweet

“How did I once find him intimidating?”

“Eh, it’s not much of a surprise to me. You’d be surprised to find out how many Punk people are actually really sweet”

“I think it’s also cause you thought he was dating g-“

He eventually puts you down and pulls them into a hug

That quickly turns into him aggressively messing up their hair

“I take what I said back”

“Hey! Don’t mess with the hair! My beautiful natural hair!”

“Why am I even surprised anymore?”

Safe to say miles has become a new vital part of this group

And you wouldn’t have it any other way

#hobie brown x reader #across the spiderverse x reader #into the spiderverse x reader #atsv x reader #miles morales x reader

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ivyjupiterwrites · 23 days

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141 and Chinese Food

Just a thought: British 'Chinese' always looks whack, and kinda sad? For having colonized damn near everywhere and stolen like three worlds over worth of stuff --like why's their food always the most bland, unseasoned stuff??

Tf you mean 'toad in the hole' and its lil sausage guys in a bread? Black pudding?? Not what you think, not even pudding I don't think.

like WHAT??? Brother WHAT?

I'll literally never get over the fact that Yorkshire pudding is a whole firm bowl thingie and is in fact not pudding.

All their foods are pure deception, I swear.

Like that's poutine without cheese and some chicken balls sir. Anyways, my rant about food aside, cause I sure as shit ain't no Gordon Ramsey or Guy Fieri--back to the vision.

All I can imagine is the 141 not knowing about North American 'Chinese' and when they find out about it, their lives are changed.

Permanently.

There's times when they're on a mission, and Soap will just groan, sliding back in his seat cause goddamit he wants that good good food. He wants honey garlic ribs, lemon shrimp, the sweet and sour pork, crab rangoons. He wants it all.

Then Ghost (along with the others heavily agreeing in the background) reminds him just how utterly gaseous and unbearable he is after, always holding his stomach and whining about eating too much. 'If you eat half of an all you can eat buffet, you're going to have stomach troubles Johnny boy.'

Of course Ghost was loosely joking. I can imagine the lot of them rolling into a joint and clearing the place. Like Ghost, Price and Soap alone would be a force to reckon with. Roach is trying to keep pace but bug boy only has so much room and ain't no where near like them. And finally Gaz, who is just there like 'get a normal fucking plate, it's not going to get up and run away christ'.

The rest couldn't help themselves just much as Soap. The group making sure to only go eat it when they knew they were able to go straight to sleep after. The first time they had tried it, they had to run right after, not fun. Them all passed out was the inevitable end anyhow, a frenzy of piranhas before they became hibernating bears.

Then it would be months again before they would be able to get their sticky lil hands on it. Trying to convince Price to just let them touch down sometimes if they were flying over for a quick bite, he never would.

"We have Chinese at home." is absolutely what Price says, being the strict Dad while if it were up to Ghost, fun Uncle, he'd allow it.

"Noooooooo...." Soap somewhere off in the distance probably, poor man just wants something other than the dreary UK food.

#call of duty #cod 141 #task force 141 #kyle gaz garrick #captain john price #gary roach sanderson #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #cod modern warfare #cod #cod x reader

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jakecockley · 2 years

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- y las empanadas? -

✧ pairing: jake lockley x f!reader (main) , marc spector x reader , steven grant x reader

✧ summary: jake comes home tired after a long week of work as moon knight and his alters bickering on the way there. but he's heartfelt as soon as he sees his favorite food on the table... and most of all, you in one of his shirts.

✧ genre: fluff/suggestive

✧ warnings: inaccurate depictions of DID/sexual undertone/cursing/nothing hardcore, this is tame

✧ word count: 1.2k

✧ author's note: wooo ok, my third fic let's go. jake calling u spanish nicknames should be its own genre jiji also UM GUYS HELLO ??? THE 1K LIKES ON "your smile, you're everything" ?? IM SIJODFHERUG i am legit screaming guys u have no idea how that made me so happy !! i love y'all sm, ty for all the reblogs and likes, especially the comments :') aside from that, ty @marc-spectorr for the help on coming up with this prompt when i legit have no ideas rn. ur the best, ily !!

(also, hello ?? THE GIF ?? sir please-)

Jake had one hand on the steering wheel, eyes focused on the road as he quietly hummed to a song by Joan Sebastián, which eventually ended and another came on by Juanes.

He liked putting on songs while he drove, especially the ones currently playing. They reminded him of you.

Plus, it relaxed him and he needed a lot of relaxation after all the... well, things he had to do for Khonshu, but not just him of course, Marc, and... Steven, too, Jake supposed. Him and Marc just did most of the fighting and tracking down, and Steven handled the talking, at least, he tried to.

Speaking of the British man...

"Oi, when is it my turn to choose a song, bruv? You've been playing your own for the last 20 minutes. Bit unfair, innit?" Steven huffed, eyebrow arched, looking at Jake through the glass window of the cab.

His alter looked back at him with a groan, lowering the volume of the song, "Te quiero decir una cosa, hermano, your songs are just not as good as mine. Sad but honest truth, eh?" Jake replied playfully, shrugging his broad shoulders.

Marc simply rolled his eyes at the man driving. "Well, I do gotta agree with him, Steven. Your taste is... questionable."

"Oi! That's not true..." Steven mumbled, "(Name) listens to my songs, I consider that a win, mate," he confidently added, crossing his arms defensively.

"She listens to everything, buddy, hate to break it to you."

"Oh! Speaking of (Name), I can't wait for us to see her!" Steven exclaimed excitedly with a smile, turning over to Marc, his hands pressed to his heart cutely.

"It's difficult being away from her for so long, I missed her," he frowned.

Marc chuckled at Steven, who had lovesick puppy eyes. He always did whenever he spoke of you. "Yeah, believe me, me too."

Jake, on the other hand, simply gave a small smile at the two, saying nothing. He was also thinking of seeing you.

He didn't show it much when you weren't around, but he was just as in love with you like his alters. Even with the tiredness he somewhat felt, he still was excited to see you, especially your smile and the way your laugh sounded, like music to his ears. Coming home to you was the only thing he looked forward to.

❨

Eventually, he was home and parked his cab at the usual spot.

Jake grabbed his keys and opened the door to their apartment. As soon as he was in, he noticed the plate of empanadas on the small dinner table the four of you owned.

He smiled warmly at that.

It only grew more when he saw you in the kitchen, barely turning around to see him just as he was taking off his flat cap and hanging it on a coat hook that was by the door. He shrugged off his jacket and hung it as well.

Oh.

He noticed something, though. Were those one of his shirts that you were wearing? Yep, it was. The poor man could feel his pants tighten by the sight in front of him. He smoothed back his curly, ebony locks with a hand, eyes solely focusing on you.

Fuck, he was right. Coming home to you was the best thing.

You squealed his name, going over to him as fast as you could. Although it was super obvious it was Jake, you could always tell the difference between who was who without needing them to speak. All you needed was one look at their body language and bingo. You knew them too well.

"Hey amor," Jake laughed, your arms going around his neck before locking your lips with his, smiling into the kiss. Breaking it off, his lips brushed down to your neck, pressing them against your pulse point, feeling just how excited you were to see him. You pulled away from him with a giggle and gave him a cute smooch on the cheek playfully.

"How was everything?" He asked you, while his eyes roamed over your entire body, specifically admiring the way your legs looked. His large hands placed themselves on your waist, hugging the curves, then low on your hips. He felt the prominent line of your underwear, thumb skimming over it.

It was funny to him. You were in a simple ass shirt and still, you looked effortlessly hot.

You noticed his gaze, his touch, and felt a small shiver go down your spine. Even one year into dating, he never failed to make you feel this way. Damn him.

He smirked and before he could let you answer his question, he replaced it with another. “That my shirt, sweetheart?" His voice low and husky.

You looked up at him innocently and grinned. He would never get over the way your smile brightened up the room. He stared at you, not wanting to look away even for a second. His heart grew twice its size, if that was possible, anyways.

"Maayybe, is that a problem, Mr. Lockley?" You chuckled at him, grabbing his hands that were once on your hips and pulling him to the kitchen. You kept one hand interlocked while the other grabbed an empanada and brought it to his mouth, "This one's of pineapple. Made enough for the three of you. The strawberry vegan ones are in the fridge for Steven."

As Jake took a bite out of the dessert with a chortle, finding it adorable that you even made vegan ones for his alter, you continued speaking. Oh, did he hope you didn't hear his heart beat each second. You had cooked for them, a sweet gesture that he couldn't wrap around his head. For all three of them? Dios, he only loved you more for it.

And bonus, you were in his shirt.

"I think I outdid myself with the empanadas, no?" You smiled up at him, taking a bite as well.

You groaned at the sweet taste. "Oh no, I definitely did!" You looked back at the empanada in your hand, lips stretching up to a grin.

Jake watched you exclaim happily with triumph, to which he laughed in response, the sound deep and rich, "Yes, yes, you did. One of the best I've ever tasted."

Your face lit up in less than a second, "Really? Y-- whoa!" You suddenly found yourself sitting down at the kitchen counter, Jake's grip tight on your hips. Your legs tightened around his waist instinctively. His rough, callused hands roamed down your thighs before hooking themselves on the backs of your knees. He pulled you in further, making your breath hitch in your throat at the proximity. Faces so close, your nose brushed against his.

Jake gave a small smile, mischief dancing in those dark, half-lidded eyes of his.

Your hands settled on his shoulders. One of his own slowly trailed up your inner thigh, wandering underneath the fabric of your shirt, closer and closer to your aching core. You whimpered as his fingers toyed with the edge of your panties, sultry lips ghosting over the curve of your jawline, up to your ear. He chuckled softly.

"I think we can eat the empanadas later, mamita."

✧ translation: "te quiero decir una cosa, hermano" = "i want to tell you one thing, brother"

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england-would-fall · 6 months

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Secret Swiftie

Henry was terrible at loosening his tie with one hand. He always had been, and his persistent efforts to overcome the impertinent knots earned him little more than mother hen tongue clicks from Alex, which were, to be fair, far superior to the eye rolls Phillip had thrown his way for the past two decades. At this moment, Henry was, as usual, admitting defeat by the small entryway table and heading into the flat to find Alex. Maybe if he ruffled his hair and put on sad eyes before he found him, he’d get a better return than the world’s most insufferably charming put-upon sigh. Dull music floated down the hallway from their bedroom–he still couldn’t quite believe there was a “their” anything–and he blinked hard, trying to muster the appearance of Poor Henry Who Had a Tough Day But No Sweetheart Best Not to Talk About It. Quick swish of his hair against the natural part and that…what on earth was that?

“Tale as old as tiiiiiiiiiiime. It’s ME! HI! I’m the problem it’s ME!”

Oh, Christ. Henry leaned against the doorframe. Alexander Gabriel Claremont-Diaz, you have some nerve taunting me for Drag Race. Lucky I don’t video this and post it to TikTok.

“–always rooting for the anti-hero!”

Badly as Henry wanted to dox the cheeky bastard–assuming that’s what doxxing was, which, now that he thought on it, it likely wasn’t–he couldn’t. Pile of clean clothes in a basket to his left, folded articles laid out systematically on the bed, Alex was singing along as he folded laundry. In. His. Pants. And not just any pants. No, of course not. Why on earth would the world’s most notorious disaster bisexual be standing in boxer shorts when he apparently had the option of dancing to Taylor Swift in...what the hell are those even called?! Boy shorts, Bea’s voice in his brain supplied. Can’t be called boy shorts when they’re actually on a boy. Probably don’t have a name. Don’t deserve one, there’s hardly any fabric there at all.

“For the last tiiiiiiiiiiiime!”

Oh, honestly. Henry had to put a stop to their rivalry, Alex’s turkey-terror, the compulsory closeting of the British monarchy, and now this. Must I do everything. Crossing the room as silently as possible, which was hardly necessary given Alex’s apparent absorption in his crooning, he stepped up just behind a man whose avoidance of daily scandals was absolutely miraculous. Though, to be fair, so was the back of him in those shorts things.

“–and then someone screams out: She’s laughing up at us from–”

“Hello.”

“FUCK!”

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A/N: Shall we go for a part two?

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little-blurry-stars5 · 3 months

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editing this as i go--

so started right off at crusty's, and heres the thing- they walked right in and instantly took him down. the thing im a bit disappointed about is that in the books, its percy that thinks quickly on his feet to rescue his friends, and im sad they weren't able to portray that in the show, because too many times hes percived as dumb or slow when in reality hes actully really smart

grovers stress toy 😭 someone give this man (satyr?) a BREAK

ohhhhh i know percy's finna break a pearl and demolish new reader's hopes and dreams

WOAHHHH THEYRE BAIBIES THEYRE CHILDREN WHYS THE UNDERWORLD SO LIKE THAT? omg nico has to go there 😭😭

CHARON WHY YOU COULD OF GOTTON A RAISE DAKLFJDA;

HOLY FRIGGIN HELL THATS A BIG DOG (love that they kept the rottweiler detail tho)

GROVER GROVER R U OK PLEASE BE OKAY OH MY GODS oh wait annabeth has the ball itll b ok

shes. shes petting it

awww hes just a doggy just a very very big doggy oh hello grover thats. thats really gross but atleast ur ok

oh THE SHOES THEYRE FINNA DO THE THING OH NOOOOOOOOOOOOO

annabeth HOLD ON GIRL

shoes didnt do the the thing. huh

THERE THEY GO. awww theyre playing with him <3 glad they kept that. grovers in awe i would be too

why is his palace upsidedown...???

OOP HE LOST THE PEARL. AHFKDHAKH;DKAL THERES THE ANGST

oh aw no.... poor sally. she didnt deserve everything that sucks. also poor percy

HE GAVE HIM IS PEARL THEY REALLY ARE BEST FRIENDS HUH

FUCK THATS CREEPY. oh theres more. wonderful. oh theyre in asphodel. why are they so creepy........... stop

annabeth?? girl whats goin on?? WHY IS SHE TIED UP ohh she regrets thalia doesnt she... how is she going to get out of there oh the pearl.. AIGHT GO GO GET OUTTA THERE i know it must break his heart to leave her but atleast shes safe

OOP THE SHOES. THEYRE THEY GO hes going to fall into that hole in five years oh my gods. and they were red converse too... damn. oh theres the bolt. wait he was supossed to figure it out himself why did it just. appear. what are they going to do... i thought they were supossed to meet hades??? oh there they go. HADES ISNT INVOLVED GUYS... OH HES FINNA GO FOR HIS MOM THATS HOW HADES IS INVOLVED

stop youre breaking my heart. stop stop thiS MADNESS [cries and sobs]

the underworld is weirddd but lowk cool?? its diff from wut i had in mind but still

is that.... hades??? THAT IS HUH.

cilp clack clip clack clip clack clip clack oh i could listen to that all day

WHY IS SHE A STATUE?? true hades... true... he looks way diff than i imagined. love the big speech.. hun... but he doesnt want the bolt

hades just minding his own buisness 😭

HES FIGIURING IT OUT HE FIGURED IT OUT woooooooo there he goessss

hes protecting them omg. hes such a good guy. ok we wiat why does ohhhh hes actully smart?? hes actully practical. hades is js trying to live his life man...

STOPP POISEDION?? he cares he cares so much- is he british?? im crying stop SALLY DESERVES BETTER SHE JS WANTS HER SON TO BE SAFE IM CRYING aww sally and poisiodon <333 hes here for here - at least now. oh wiat thats THATS SO GOOD STOP THIS SHOW IS AMAZING ADKLAJFKLDAJSFKL;SAJFKLAS;

THERE THEY ARE THE TRIO LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOO

ARES FIGHT SCENE LTES GO LETS GO WOOOOOOOOOOO I LOVE THIS SHOWWWWWWWWWWWWW

#pjo #percy jackson #percy jakson #pjo fandom #pjo series #pjo tv show #pjo spoilers #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson tv show #percy jackson show #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson and the lightning thief #percy jackson series #percy jackson disney+#rick riordan #riordanverse #pjo show #percy jackson spoilers #jett posts

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amuseoffyre · 2 months

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I was left unsupervised and wrote an OFMD S2 and beyond version of We Didn't Start the Fire 😁

Stede dream-fighting Izzy Hands, Ed is wrecking wedding plans, The republic, Spanish Jackie, Swede is quite the snack, Roach keeps cooking, Buttons pining, Wee John warns about the stabbing, Poor old Izzy getting dizzy, Tattoo on Ed's back. Minor Prince, puzzle chest, Swede says marriage is best, Thieving planned, husband chore, treasure chest right out the door, Indigo and coins gleam, Crew's got a new queen, Zheng Yi Sao and the Red Flag, The Republic, goodbye.

[Chorus] We didn't raise the flag But we'll keep it waving For this show we're saving We didn't raise the flag But they tried to drop it We won't let them stop it

[Verse 2] Izzy shot and Blackbeard done, Frenchie gets a promotion, Wooden boy voice, blood all over, Lucius is back. Good soup, the Queen wins, Is the Revenge sinking?? Izzy shoots Ed, the crew attack. Bonnet gets on, all escape though Ed is gone, golden merman, raised from dead, come back to him, butt his head. Exiled. Magic bowl, Buttons turning to a gull, Leg kaput, make a new foot Unicorn is Izzy

[Chorus] We didn't raise the flag But we'll keep it waving For this show we're saving We didn't raise the flag But they tried to drop it We won't let them stop it

[Verse 3] Apology, cat bell, Lucius pushes Ed as well, Fang on a fishing boat, Stede's got a cursed red coat, Ed reflects, fish is his, Time for a little kiss. Hand-in-hand, going slow, Hunted down by Ned Low, Planning party, urchins, Stede's bathtub used for drinks Drag, songs and rainbows, For goddess Calypso. Low comes, torture led, Took violin to the head. Stede is shaken, grabs for Ed Fireworks as they go to bed.

[Chorus] We didn't raise the flag But we'll keep it waving For this show we're saving We didn't raise the flag But they tried to drop it We won't let them stop it

[Verse 4] Ricky Banes, Zheng's plan, Bonnet is the fucking man, Ed is leaving, The British Invasion, Leathers brought from under waves, English soldiers put in graves, Jackie, poison-trained, Pirates get away again, Crew sad, Izzy dead, Stede is in the inn with Ed Revenge crew sail away Will they see another day?

[Chorus] We didn't raise the flag But we'll keep it waving For this show we're saving We didn't raise the flag But they tried to drop it We won't let them stop it

[Verse 5] Show cancelled, Jenkins sad, Casey says numbers were bad, Press takes a look, Is Zaslav a crook? Gay twitter here to fight, BS leak on bird-site, Pirate violence is a 'shock', HBO is roundly mocked, Time Square billboard, LA plane, DJenks says they're free again, Lubewatch trend, lots of press, New network stress, S2 now on BBC, Kristian Nairn live on IG, fans are craving what's in store, I can't take it anymore

[Chorus] We didn't raise the flag But we'll keep it waving For this show we're saving We didn't raise the flag But they tried to drop it We won't let them stop it It will still wave on, and on And on, and on

#ofmd #our flag means death #adopt our crew

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hindulivesmatter · 4 months

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I'm from the USA and took a lot of Indian history courses at my university. You might already know this or have guessed it, but a lot of what we learned was taught from a leftist--and at times explicitly Marxist--perspective. This was even stronger in other (but thankfully not all!) social studies departments where there were classes focusing solely on various social ills of Hinduism with regard to caste and issues of feminism, yet almost nothing negative could be said if it might be critical of Islam or Muslim figures, (Mahmud of Ghazni being a notable exception for one of my professors.) There was a whole class on British colonialism; no details were spared. Horrible famines in the Deccan, Odisha, Bengal. The decimation of the textile industry. Banning bharatanatyam. The salt tax. Accounts of how a British man kicked one of his servants to death, and another of how the poor and sick congregated outside the gates of a hospital in the south that at the time would only help Europeans. Jallianwala Bagh. But Aurangzeb? Completely whitewashed. You would think Sikhs carry a kirpan for no reason. It was only through reading additional books and documents for my essays and projects that I learned about how he tore down temples, smashed murtis (and stole valuable ones,) levied a double tax on non-Muslims, etc. I remember reading an account of a traveler going through the south at the time of the Deccan wars, remarking on how you could find entire villages empty and deserted fields full of unharvested crops because the people had fled advancing armies. In one region his forces simply killed some Telugu-speaking Brahmins serving the local king rather than force them to convert, and in another his forces captured a royal scribe, forced him to convert to Islam, and forcibly circumcized him before the man killed himself. Obviously the history of all things under the umbrella of Hinduism or any other system is not perfect, but there was a huge difference in how critical you could be of Hinduism (and even western traditions/ideas) compared to Islam.

Sometimes I daydream about what it would have been like to study Sangam literature in India or to experience Andal without needing an English translation, or going to translate old Sanskrit copies of the Mahabharata whose telling is unique to a certain village or something. But ultimately I'm glad I chose to be a research scientist instead and have a career in that, because I don't think I would have been able to succeed in academia unless I were a leftist. :\ Honestly I feel like even going to hang out with ISKCON for a few days would be a better introduction to Hinduism for the average person abroad with zero knowledge than a class called "Intersections of Gender and Caste in Hinduism" or something.

Very telling how Hinduism, and even Christianity is ripped apart in academia, yet when it comes to Islam, it is a religion of "tolerance, and beauty that respects women."

Honestly, though, it's because of how severely they react when their religion is criticized or even inspected. Apostates are given death, women who do not obey are given death, anyone who utters a word against their precious prophets is given, you guessed it! Death.

No religion is perfect, humans can be horrific creatures, and even Hinduism cannot escape that. But Islam has committed far more war crimes than any other religion.

It absolutely boils my blood to see traces of colonizers in our cities. One side of my family hails from Aurangabad, named aftre Aurangzeb, and you already know the atrocities he committed.

It's so fucking insidious to see how the youth have been told what to think. My own friend claimed to me, verbatim: "You cannot be neutral in the Israel-Palestine war. Either you support Palestine, or you support genocide."

Support Hamas? Support terrorism? The same terrorism that affects us? Has everyone forgotten 26/11?

It makes me so sad to think of the future we could have had. Sanskrit would be the most spoken language, instead of English. Gurukuls would exist, and India would still have all of its wealth.

You're right, even ISKCON is better than the propaganda they feed people about our religion.

#anon asks #answered #hinduphobia #anon i'm glad you didnt get brainwashed thats the silver lining at least #hindublr

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moth-eats-paper · 1 month

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UPDATEEEEE

I've made it to season four so here's an updated log of the Magnus archives thingy mubob (this contains spoilers :3.)

Oh the pig no no like you sir

Oh god I guess this pig is a weird thing

THE CIRCUS?

Oh god not more circuses

Oh dear I think the pig has decided to eat clowns now

Oh self cannibalism

Whelp the pig ate someone

Loud sound

The eyes doing it's thing

JOHN DOING THE THING WITH THE EYE

Tim keeps scaring people

Tims not ok

OMG TIM STATEMENT

Tims brother went missing

I don't think it's Tim's brother

Whelp he's gone

Oh clowns know

OH DEAR CLOWNS

I don't think that's your brother Tim

Oh blood

Oh dead clown

Oh no more skin .

Oh famous clown

Tim and Elias drama

Oh we're in China

Oh creepy opening

I wonder. Is this in Chinese? I know that the eye can allow you to read other languages in order to obtain more knowledge. Even if you never spoke that language or were able to read it you just suddenly are able to.

Oh screams

Nevermind I'm pretty sure it's in English cause it seems the person writing it is a British soldier

Does he have the black plague?

OH DEAD BODYS IN THE WATER

Oh-

This is a sad man

“True and total war”

GOD DAMMIT NO CIRCUS

HE CAN READ MANDARIN AND AND CHINESE NOW (cause of the eye)

IT WAS FROM 2004 NOT 2014

Oh the proper one's are in America

Space station time

I wonder if this is the same space station as the one Gertrude read

I think she kept talking about it in one of the statements well more specifically the guy who it is from

We love Melanie (even though she keeps trying to kill Elias but she has a good reason)

FAIRCHILD IS BACK

IT IS THE SAME SPACESHIP BUT JUST A DIFFERENT GUY

Because the one Gertrude read was the isolation guy. This is about the other two people who were on the ship

Oh god the space weird space hands are back I think

Oh blood

Oh he's bleeding

Oh god he's just going to let himself die

Old screaming things

Don't envy the isolation guy he had a really shit time

Whelp now he's in limbo space

OH SOMETHING'S BLOCKING THE STARS

Oh deep thoughts

Melanie is thinking deep

She's skeptical of stuff

Oh dear

IS HE STUCK IN SPACE

Viscera I think is how to pronounce her name?

MARTIN HAS A CRUSH ON JOHN?

Viscera and Melanie are gossiping and I'm here for it

Oh performance review

OH GOD ELIAS

JESUS CHRIST ELIAS STOP LEAVE POOR MELIAINE ALONE

WHAT DID HE DIE OF

WHY DID YOU GIVE HER THE KNOWLEDGE OF HIM DYING

THAT'S TERRIFYING

He can just make her watch her dad's death!

I want texas toast I'm going to go make some

JOHNS IN AMERICA

Whelp he's being followed by a police officer

And Jared's “death”

GERTRUD WAS ARRESTED FOR BREAKING INTO A MORGUE

He just has to read statements to make him feel better

A screaming oven lovely

OH THERE'S A FIRE

OH A TRAINS ON FIRE

What do you mean you'd burn them?

John is better!

OH SHIT IT'S THE POLICE

WHAT IS THAT ACCENT

OH MY GOD ITS THE VAMPIRE HUNTER

YIPPEE MARTIN

I fucking hate Shakespeare

Lovely more masks

Poor Tim

And Melanie

AWW

OH SHIT

SOMETHINGS HAPPENING

PETER LUCAS IS BACK

Lucas seams so silly

Viscera gets really excited about her reading and I love that about her

Mmm more statements

I'm pretty sure John just asked for a statement because he was starting to feel sick lol

MORE VAMPIRES (I think) YIPPEE

His accent is kinda hard to understand

BODYS IN BOX

Spoopy people

Love how she calls the vampire hunter old man

Oh bodys on table

Silent screamers

OH WATER

Staby stab

Oh she killed him

OH SPOOKY THING

HAHAH DOLL THING (why is his voice kinda-)

More Marten :3

This girl sounds like an asshole

THIS PERSONS TRANS TDZSDHUGDZ

That is a long ass name

“Spiders are eating” PFF

Oh don't walk into people's jaws

Mmm Japanese spider movies

YOU HAD TO TRY AND CONVINCE YOURSELF HE ONLY HAD TWO ARMS

Oh spoopy

Oh they found A Way to distract Elias

A leitner?

JARED

Jared is cool

Jared's mom was an ass

Hmmm more things to kill and torture everyone

I keep forgetting meat is in this

Jared is so sad

MURDER

YIPPEE VISCERA

We're back in America and they found a bomb and the taxidermy or what's left of it

John and Tim drama

YIPPEE TIM A JOHN ARE OK

Oh tunnels

Bomb time

The meats back

LITENER

No more arm

And now he's in the water

PFFF

HELEN

Aww

YIPPEE SPOOPY

Meeting timeee

Gurtrud tape time

Wolfgang?

Puppets?

I think this is from a older time in europe because of the writing and how it is worded

DON'T GO

Mmm more robotic things

OH GOD A STAGE

Mmm birbs

BLOOD

WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CURL YOUR LEGS INTO A FIST

Funsies

Oh he's being protective of martennnnn

PLANS

SECRET PLANSSS

JOHN STATEMENT HDHJDGKDVJHK

Awww john

ITS LIGHTENERS

Melines to relatable

MELANIE STATEMENT

MARTIN NFSUSSTUDIY

TIMM

Aww goodbye Jarey

mmm masquerade

MARTIN!!

“sorry Elias I can't hear you there's a DOOR in the way” I love marten

Hehehe bomb

Oh god marten don't die

OH GOD THAT'S NOT WAX WORK

MARTIN NO

ELIAS FUCK YOU

Uh oh

SILLY MUSIC

WHAT'S HAPPENING

Mmm nothing is everything and everything is something

God what is happening

EYE THINGGGG

TIMMM

TIM SET OFF THE BOOM

What the fuck is this

He's not responseuve

Oh eye always watching

ELIAS STATEMENT?

(I'm listening to this for a second time)

Hehehe sad man

Oh dear

THE ELBOWS DON'T WORK

The sky?

Ma ma that's not edible

I don't want the box to sing

NOT THE COFFIN

Oh tunnel

Hmmm blood

TRAIN TIME

Hmmm watching

WHERE'D SHE GO

Oh dig

DOOR

Ants?

He screams

Who are we watching?

MARTIN

What

ARE TIM AND DAISY DEAD?

Bye Eliasss

PFFFF

Lucassss

YIPPEE PETER

NO TIM AND DAISY ARE DEAD

Season 4 babyyy

Poor marten

This is so sad

WHAT

WHAT DO YOU MORE GOODBYE

First actual episode of season 4 :3

Oh?

WHO IS THIS

WHAT

WHERE

YOU SAW JOHN IN A DREAM?

WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU

Oh statement

He sees how people die funnn

“What am I?” I ask that often

Ship into the middle of nowhereeeee

MEMENTO THING

Snakes?

Nevermind it's death

Why ya calm

Did you accidentally kill a bunch of people

Nope

YOU GOT A GUN?

YOU KILLED THE CAPTAIN!????

OH GOD YOU KILLED EVERYONE

This is this Oliver guy

SPIDERS

That's funnn

Oh boy

Melanie (I think it's her)might have scared him off

JOHNS AWAKE?

Zombieeee

I keep sending the homophobic vase because I can

oh no it was gorge

AND VISCERA

Magic tape?

JOHN!

HIII JOHN

6 MONTHS

He's very confused and I can see why

Hehehe eye thing

Statement timeeee

YOU CUT SOMEBODY'S HANDS?

I think this dudes on something

Maybe

Idk any more everything is odd

YOUR BEING FOLLOWED MX STATEMENT PERSON

This person's a little silly

Awww I love John

Even though he keeps making have deep thoughts

THEY CAN'T FIND DAISY'S BODY?

Oh oh god marten are you okay buddy

Aww

He miss his boyfriend (I'm desperately waiting for them to get together)

W E B yippee

Oh god meline she's very traumatized

Oh that hurt

OH MY GOD THEY'RE GETTING ATTACKED BY THINGS

(Not at the moment)

I think everyone's losing it

HE JUST CALLED HIMSELF THE ARCHIVIST NOT “Johnathan Sims head archivist” JUST THE FUCKING ARCHIVEST

EVERYONE IS EITHER DEAD, PART OF SOMETHING, FUCKING LOOSING IT OR ALL THREE.

#hello tumblr #i love my dead gay son #:3 #the magnus archives #tma podcast #tma #the magnus archives podcast #i love the magnus archives #i love Marten (i relate to him a little to much)#paper says stuff

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daisiesonafield-blog · 2 years

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Your trusty Venice anon here! Just walked out of the first screening so there will be some spoilers ahead. Let me start by saying that applause was very tepid, and what I found odd is that it started several seconds after the title card, like someone remembered that we were supposed to applaud. Not a great sign.

Outside, what I mostly heard was confusion. People asking each other what the ending was and just going over some plot points that were confusing. I saw one girl vehemently go after Olivia and calling her a fake feminist, and one guy commented “the normies are going to love it” which I found very funny. Also lots of people commenting on Harry’s accent and him being British in the film, and mocking how that is explained in the story.

Now, my two cents on the film. It LOOKS great, starts out sleek and compelling, but then it folds onto itself and the last act is just very weak in my opinion. Lots of plot holes and things that aren’t really explained properly. Also Alice’s descent into madness is kind of repetitive and the pacing is off in the middle half. Poor Florence carries the whole damn thing and it pains me to say that one of the weakest things about the film is Harry. He is not bad per say but just somehow blank? I don’t know how to explain it but it’s like his alien charm doesn’t translate well? It’s like he’s out of focus (not literally of course) and his character is just sort of blank when it really should be the center of it all. Also, his look for the “real life” scenes is really something, the internet is going to go nuts. In general, i feel like his star power is much less than what anyone anticipated, and is completely wiped out by Florence’s. Just one last thing even though I might think of more stuff later on, those notorious sex scenes are among the least sexy I’ve seen. Not sure if it’s because that is clearly the first time that man has had his head or his hands between a woman’s legs or because their chemistry is a bit off, but they feel rushed and performative, like they were put there just to be able to say they are. Come to think of it, the whole film kind of feels like that.

Dear lovely Venice anon!

Thank you for coming back! Apologies for taking so long to post these, timezones and all.

Honestly, what Olivia has been trying to portray this movie as, and what this movie is actually like are entirely different things. I think she is so full of herself, and so obsessed with sex, making everything "sexy", and pushing that dated "edgy" 2000s over sexualization of women, that she is unable to actually go beyond it to explain her own movie. Her narrative for promotion is entirely disconnected from what she is actually promoting.

About the alleged sex scene she was denied to include in the trailer: I think she was lying. Again, to continue her disconnected sex campaign. Everyone who saw the test screenings of the movie said that the only 2 sex scenes are the ones that *are* in the trailer. There is no additional sex scene that didn't get to be in the trailer. She lied in order to push her sex campaign and be edgy. That was her whole point in that interview. Saying that society are puritans and don't want to see female pleasure or women enjoying sex. And she proved her point by bringing up this non-existent sex scene that's not even in the final cut of the movie. All of this, again, has nothing to do with the movie. It's just the only thing her brain thinks of at all times.

I'm sad that Harry may be getting the worst of it in reviews. I hope critics and the public can see the poor direction he got from Olivia, and how that translated into this "blank" performance next to Florence's.

Also, Olivia was there? I thought she would only be at the later screening? Who called her a fake feminist? A fan, a journalist or rando person?

Thank you so much for coming back and telling us your experience! If you have more details, please do let us know!

#venice film festival 2022 #venice anon #venice film festival #dwd reviews #sept 5 2022 #sept 2022

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captain-mj · 10 months

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I am here to beg for more selkie au. Its so cute and has my whole heart (i feel so bad for poor soaps mom)

Here ya go! this is probably the second to last to chapter btw

Ghost sat outside, smoking quietly. Every puff, he'd pass it to Soap who would pass it to Davina and then Rosy and then Iris and then they'd hand it back. It was a bit silly, treating a simple cig like a joint, but it was funny so he let it slide.

"Used to smoke cigs on my roof with Tommy. Good times." Simon told them, lighting another one to share.

"Tommy?"

"Little brother. I was the best man at his wedding." Good times.

Soap glanced at him. "And I haven't met him?"

Simon imagined his bright and sunny Soap meeting Tommy. Living Tommy. They'd get along like a house on fire. Then they'd set the actual house on fire. He smiled a little, forgetting about how his scars pulled when he did. For once, no one said anything. No one looked at him like he was sad or pathetic.

"How about the next time we're on leave I'll introduce you to him?" Simon looked at Johnny. "He's dead. But I got some tapes."

"Oh..." Johnny winced. "I'm sorry."

Simon shrugged. "It's been nice. Being around you guys. Reminds me of him."

Davina hummed. "Bet he was a cool guy."

"Fucking coolest. Cooler than me that's for sure." Simon smiled. "We were in a band in high school. He played drums. I played bass."

"Any good?"

"Fucking sucked." Simon shrugged. "Nostalgic though. Loved playing. Then I went to the military. Fucked up my hands."

"You're a sniper."

"Yeah. Don't have the muscle memory for guitar anymore. Just the gun." Simon mock aimed a gun. "S'okay. Like I said. Dog shit at it. Tommy was good, but he quit for his family."

Johnny must've realized that asking about his family might not be a great idea. So did everyone else.

Fergus came home. He saw them all on the stoop outside, glancing at all of them. "You all okay?"

"Just fine, sir." Ghost answered, pulling Soap's coat further around him. His arm was around Soap, making everything feel right. Good. "Moray is making dinner I believe."

Fergus nodded. "I see..." He must've noticed something was off. But he still went inside.

Soap closed his eyes and leaned into Ghost.

They all heard the sounds of Moray beating the shit out of him. It was rough.

"Good for her."

Davina grabbed the cigarette and took a deep, deep puff. "She deserves it."

Simon nodded and lit some more cigarettes for them to all share. They all just chilled for a bit longer as he struggled to get the upper hand over a woman who was, from he sounds of it, using a frying pan.

Moray came out eventually and Ghost quickly lit one for her. She took it and started smoking quickly, hands shaking. "That was... great."

"Have fun?" Simon smiled.

Moray nodded. "I can see why you beat your father."

"Jesus, Mom." Rosy gasped.

Simon laughed. "Nah, it's fair." He checked his phone and showed Soap that they had been approved for a longer leave. They shared a look and both smiled.

"Alright, ma." Soap smiled at him. "You going to be okay?" He crouched in front of her and kissed her cheek.

Moray nodded and took a puff. "Course I will. Might disappear for a while. I... I want to come back though. See you three."

Simon didn't miss how Soap got teary eyed over it. He remembered Soap saying she'd abandon them without a second thought.

Soap must've decided he'd cry later when he was alone. Because he just nodded. "I will see you soon, Ma." He stood up.

"Alright, boys." Moray hugged him and gave him a quick squeeze. Then she hugged Simon. Soap winced and mouthed sorry to him.

Simon tensed at first before hugged back, trying to remember how his Mom would hug him after Dad had one of his episodes. She relaxed immediately.

"He's very good at hugs. And handsome. I can see why you picked him."

Simon very suddenly and aggressively realized he was not wearing anything. "Ah..." He noticed her look at the pointed ears and the odd freckles.

"Ma!!"

"Too bad he's British or he'd be perfect."

"Ma!! We have to go back to base now." Soap grabbed Ghost hard to go get packed.

#Johnny Soap Mactavish #Simon Ghost Riley #Soap Cod #Ghost COD #Soapghost #Ghostsoap #Soap x Ghost #Ghost x Soap #Macriley #Call of Duty #Call Of Duty Modern Warfare 2 #Selkie Soap #changeling ghost

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nevadas-night-time-novelist · 3 months

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Pleaaaasse do you have any hc for my beautiful wife chopper Dave my sweet little British pilot

(The only British man I love)

Fuck you, I'm British >:( /light hearted

Chopper Dave general headcanons

CW: mentions of alcohol, British

He can and will cause problems on purpose, he finds it funny as hell, and has basically no fear. He's here for a fun time, not a long time.

Buddy buddy with Q-Bert, both bonded over their love for fine whiskey and the fact they're both from over the pond, even if they have petty disputes about whether England or Scotland is better. They have had physical fights over it before, but are still on good terms. Mostly.

Learned to fly just so he could be like his Dad. Plus he totally gets the best views in all of the state. Also the bomber jacket is fly as fuck (pun intended) and he loves sewing neat patches into it.

Has a photo of MPN SQ team that he keeps in his plane, they're his found family and he likes to keep the reminder close to him. He's also got pics of his real family.

Hates American candy, far too artificial in flavour, he deeply misses sweet from his home. You find some imported chocolate and give it to him, he will get misty eyed.

Once asked Chef for fish and chips, got an unbattered fish and crisps and he actually threw up from distress. God what he'd give for a proper pub meal.

Pansexual 100% He's got no preference, if you wanna romance him, he's on board no matter what you identify as, he's just happy for the company and love. Kissing him on the lips makes his knees actually weak, he will fall into your arms.

Starfish sleeper, all sprawled out, covers a mess and pillow has been yeeted to the ground. He snores a bit, but isn't too loud. Doesn't make his bed in the mornings and will probably never learn.

If romantically involved, he likes to have some part of him touching you while you both sleep. A hand on your arm/shoulder, foot on your foot/leg, you using his shoulder as a pillow, just anything to know you're still there with him :)

He's got thick arm hair, and that's about the only body hair he's got. He can't even grow a proper beard or moustache, which is sad coz he wants one of those old fashioned curly pilot ones. Not happening fam.

He's got short brown curls under his hat, which he shaves to a buzzcut now and then when its too long to handle. He has pretty poor self care, but he's happy enough.

Lil bit of chub to him, got that dad-bod vibe going on.

Drinks maybe a little too often, a chain smoker too. We've all got our vices baby, and a pack of cigs will get you all across Nevada with his whirly bird man.

#chopper dave #madcom #madness combat #madness project nexus #mpn #moonamite #general headcanons #x gon deliver to ya

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strangestdrabbles · 2 years

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Chaotic Dads

A/N: so i had this all written last night and then lost half of it so i had to rewrite it but that’s okay because it was so fun to write. i had an amazing time with this imagine and i hope that it is as much fun to read as it was for me to write :-) also also this is the longest imagine i’ve written so i’m proud of that :-)

Pairing: Reddie (Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak) x Daughter!Reader

If there was only one word that Y/N had to describe living with her dad’s Richie and Eddie, it would be chaotic.

Only on the night Y/N got back from her study group, walking through the doors of her home, there was no chaotic shouting and laughing, no Eddie admonishing Richie for another poor attempt at a British accent. It was silence and hushed whispers, more stressed on Eddie’s side while there was more silence on Richie’s.

“I can’t believe MIke called us. What does he think we’re going to do? Go back to Derry?”

Richie ran a hand through his hair, both men not noticing Y/N walk into the room and stand in the doorway.

“God I feel fucking nauseous.”

“Dad, are you okay?”

Eddie turned his head first, looking at Y/N like a deer caught in headlights, Richie slowly turning his head after; looking a little gray faced.

“O-Oh yeah I’m good kid.”

Y/N nodded slowly, looking skeptical but deciding against saying anything.

“Well is everything okay?”

Eddie started to ring his hands before running his hands over his face.

“U-Um yeah it’s good.”

Y/N nodded before looking around.

“So…”

Both men looked at her confused because of the coy way she had her hands behind her back, rocking back and forth on her heels.

“So?”

“Where is Derry and why does it have you both stressed?”

The couple looked at each other, fear slowly seeping through their bloodstream.

+++

Y/N sat in the back seat as Richie drove, Eddie sitting in the passenger seat, the spectacle clad man gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles were white while passing the sign that read ‘Welcome To Derry’.

The sound of the radio created a soft hum as the wind whipped through the ajar windows, providing a soft sliver of fresh air to combat the suffocating interior of the car.

“So where are we going?” Y/N asked, taking her headphones out and pausing her music, taking in how Eddie and Richie looked at each other.

“T-To um meet up with some old friends.” Eddie whispered, feeling a ball well up in his throat that was about to bring on hyperventilation but then he felt fingers intertwine with his; Richie smiling while he kept his eyes on the road.

“I didn’t know you two had friends.”

Richie laughed properly for the first time since he got the call from Mike, feeling some of the fear alleviating from his chest.

“Ha ha that’s very funny Y/N.” Eddie spoke, his voice deadpan but the humor was evident.

“Also why are we in Derry? I didn’t even know this place existed.”

Richie cleared his throat, uncomfortable memories coming back of Henry calling his homophobic slurs and the sadness of pushing down who he truly was washed over his in staggers.

“Well you see mah dear, Derry is the bees knees.”

Richie’s accent couldn’t be placed and it made Y/N roll her eyes but a smile couldn’t be held back.

“Beep beep Richie.”

+++

Richie pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant and after turning off the car just sat there with Eddie, both looking at each other with a fear that was palpable, Y/N feeling it fill the car and wash over her.

“Dads? Are we all good to go in?”

The sound of their daughter’s voice brought them out of their shared terrified memories, turning in unison to face Y/N before Richie smiled and nodded.

“Let’s get in there.”

“Your New York accent is terrible dad.”

Eddie laughed as Richie rolled his eyes playfully.

“I thought I was getting better.”

Y/N laughed while getting out of the car, Richie and Eddie following shortly after and there was a moment of calm before Eddie grabbed Richie’s hand for stability; Y/N pulling her jumper closer around her as the night air seemed colder.

“Are we sure this is a good idea?” Eddie asked, his hand coming to grip Richie’s shirt to ground himself.

Before Richie could push down the fear to be able to answer, Y/N spoke up from across the parking lot in a tone of faux annoyance.

“Are you two coming or what?”

The pair look at each other, sharing a look and a still moment before turning to look at Y/N, both of them nodding and starting to walk over.

“I don’t know why we agreed to do this?”

Eddie’s rhetorical question came out as a whisper as the trio walked through the door, Y/N going first and heading straight to a small fish tank. The sound of excited conversation and constantly moving cutlery eased the older men’s minds for a moment, focusing hard to not fall into the fear that was clinging at their peripherals; Eddie was shocked that Richie hadn’t tried to fill the silence between the two with unfunny quips and awkward humor.

Eddie stepped forward then and wrapped his arms around Richie’s waist, wanting to hold him and do his best to ground the spectacle clad man. It seems to work as Richie pressed a soft and loving kiss to the crown of the shorter man’s head.

“Whatcha lookin at ova there?”

Y/N turned around and put her hands in her pockets, tilting her head and one of her dads and smiled.

“I was just checkin’ out dem fishes pops.”

Richie laughed at the attempted New York accent, the low rumble in his chest comforting Eddie immensely.

“You really have to work on that accent darling.”

Y/N laughed while rolling her eyes.

“I would’ve said it’s better than yours if I’m honest.”

Before Richie could retort, a hostess came over to them and asked how she could help.

“We’re here to see Mike Hanlon.”

Eddie followed beside the hostess, Richie and Y/N walking a little ways behind so he could list off what he couldn’t eat to the hostess; the other two tuning out what they had heard countless times before.

“- gluten and if I eat cashews I could realistically die…”

Eddie’s voice trailed off as he made eye contact with Mike first and then Bill, a rush of memories hitting him like a train; not noticing that Richie and Y/N were right behind him.

“Holy shit.”

Mike was the first one to one to step forward and greet the trio, first Eddie and then Richie, giving the men a hug each and lingering with his hands on their biceps, one after the other, and just taking in the fact that they were in front of him. Shortly after Bill followed suite and gave each man a handshake.

“I’m so glad you both came.”

The men nodded and were about the speak but then Y/N’s voice cut through.

“Oh my god.”

All the attention was on her as she stepped forward towards Bill, her eyes wide and starstruck. The man in question looked confused for a moment, taken aback by the reaction of the young girl and how excited she was to even be in the same room as him.

“You’re Bill Denbrough.”

“I am and who are you?”

Y/N forgot how to speak for a moment, not believing that her favourite author was speaking to her.

“I’m Y/N, the kid of those losers.”

Y/N motioned to Eddie and Richie lazily with her thumb, smiling when Bill laughed and nodded, both not noticing the mock offended look on the taller man.

“Oi you take that back.”

Y/N turned to look at him and stuck out her tongue before turning back to Bill.

“It’s amazing to meet you. Your books are some of my favourites. I especially love the endings because you have a way of making them feel so real and raw, even if they might not always be what is expected.”

Bill felt a swell of happiness in his chest at hearing that his endings had been enjoyed, only hearing that they weren’t good by so many people, even if they felt like the best direction to him.

“What’s one of your favourites?”

It took a moment for Y/N to think but then it came to her.

“The book about the man with a hook for a hand. It was insane. It took me three days to read the last chapter because I didn’t want it to end.”

“That was one of my favourites to write. The ending of that book was my favourites.”

“It was my favourite too. I felt like I was there with the main character. It was so good.”

Bill smiled and thanked Y/N, watching as they got the copy of the book out of their bag along with a pen and shyly asked if he could sign it.

“It would mean the world if you could.”

Bill took the items from Y/N carefully, opening the book to the title page on the table before writing a sweet message and then signing underneath; handing it back and watching as Y/N read the note.

The pair continued to talk a little ways away as Mike, Richie and Eddie spoke quietly.

“Thank you both for coming. I knew you both would.”

Eddie didn’t want to say anything about the fact that he had really considered not going and it was thanks to Richie that he hadn’t balantently refused or jumped out of the car while it was on the road. He didn’t think Mike would want to hear about that. “Oh yeah, of course Mike. We wouldn’t miss coming back to kill the clown that made our lives hell as kids for anything.”

Mike didn’t react to the sarcasm or the uncomfortable looks on the pair’s faces, instead starting to ramble about how grateful he was and how excited he was to see the others; no one mentioning Stan. Before anything else could be said however, Beverley’s voice was heard.

“Is that you Trashmouth?”

Everyone turned at the sound, Bev standing there looking as beautiful as always while Ben stook behind, looking bashful and flustered, his crush on Bev hitting him full force after all these years.

“That’s Mr Trashmouth to you mah dear.”

Bev laughed at the accent, memories of Richie’s nonsense filling her mind.

“You know you haven’t gotten any better at the accents Tozier. I would have thought time would help.”

Richie laughed and the soft rumble of his chest comforted Eddie, grounding him and filling his chest and heart with a feeling of overwhelming love and adoration.

“So drinks?”

“After the drive I just had, yes please.”

The group got situated around the table then, Y/N sitting between Bill and Richie, laughing as her dads began to bicker and the waitress come in the take orders. THe atmosphere was like coming home, friends reuniting and picking up right where they left off, even if the elephant in the room was waiting for them to talk about it.

“Oh Bev, Ben, this is our daughter Y/N.”

Beverley was the first to introduce herself, Ben after, the red head making conversation and helping the girl to feel comfortable and welcome. It didn’t take long for the group to share stories with her about what her dads were like as kids, Y/N laughing harder than she had in a while at Richie and Eddie’s antics and how similar they were then to how they were now.

It was then that the drinks came, alcohol for everyone else and a coke for Y/N.

“To the Losers Club and to memories.”

Mike said, raising his glass, the rest of the group, including Y/N (even if she had really no clue).

Everyone repeated the sentiment before clinking their glasses together.

“To the Losers Club and to memories.”

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