#so proud of jimmy hah

[askmstau]

note: you're the worst (i love you)

wc: 1356 rated: teen warnings: none pairing: jimmy/scar

fic under cut!!

Considering that it’s the weekend and that it’s now Hotguy’s time to shine since he has the free time to do something that isn’t petty stealing from Canary; today sure is boring. 

There was nothing actually interesting happening, and he's already done his once-over from a bird’s-eye view to see if there was anything that he could jump in on. Alas, he came up with nothing. He decides to fly up once again- higher compared to before -and scans over the surrounding area. 

No Watcher shenanigans today, it seems, since there was a lack of pink, gold, and white. However, there appears to be a certain yellow-winged bird on patrol. Well, he definitely knows whose attention he’ll be looking for today. He flies back down, landing in the general vicinity of the Rank 6 hero dubbed Canary. He winces a bit at the harsh landing, but he manages to shake it off rather easily.

There is no specific plan of action today, he just feels like being a general nuisance. Even if there were one, he has nothing other than his bow, arrows, and a few smoke bombs, so he couldn’t do damage even if he wanted to. Other than murder- which isn’t exactly his style. 

(But to be fair, neither was targeting heroes to the degree he has been as of late. Let alone specific ones. That was usually M77’s job.)

He notches an arrow into his bow and aims right at the side of Canary. Far enough away so he doesn’t get hit, but close enough to spook the songbird.

 

“Hawkeye!” The arrowhead firmly embeds itself into the wall next to the hero, making the man jump- just the reaction he was looking for. 

The canary hybrid spins around swiftly, his eyes landing on the shapeshifter- who was currently a wood elf that is very proud of himself.

“Well, hello there!” He waltzes up to the avian, casually pulling the arrow out from the wall, assessing the damage done to the point, and putting it back in his quiver. “Fancy seeing you here!”

Canary… didn’t look the happiest. Which- to be fair he did kind of scare him. And he’s been stealing from him for the past month, so it’s not like it’s unjustified. It’s just- not the desired reaction! Okay, wait, that sounds kind of bad, pause-

“You.” Uh oh, off the wingfolk goes- or, that’s what he thought. Rather than the usual frustrated spiel he was expecting, he felt a gloved hand on his exposed back push him roughly into the building, knocking some of the breath out of him. His trusted bow gets knocked out of his hand, landing on the ground unceremoniously with a thump against the worn dirt.

Oh. This ones new. He’s definitely not going to be thinking about that later-

He feels his hands being moved behind his back, and he hears a metal click.

Oh. He’s being arrested. He really should have expected this to happen. Shame- disappointing, even! He thought Canary was better than this! The cuffs aren’t even power dampeners, just plain old metal! Shouldn’t he know that they’re basically useless to him?

At least he jumps on opportunities- “I’ve been looking for you, you know.” Which- wait, what? He gets tugged back by the handcuffs on his wrist, and he feels his face flush pink at getting manhandled like this.

“I- what- what? You have?” Usually, heroes don’t go looking for him unless he’s done something to warrant them looking- which to be fair, he’s been stealing Canary’s things, but he’s done plenty worse! This really shouldn't be the breaking point! He hasn’t even done anything today! Well, outside of scaring Canary at least- but that’s not even a criminal offense!

“I- hah, not that I wasn’t expecting a cat and mouse chase, of course. That’s usually how it goes with me and he- roes…” He trails off at the hand on his chin, gently coaxing him to look at the songbird. 

It’s reached the point where he can’t even act like denying it. He’s definitely going to be thinking about this later.

“Sure have, sweetheart.” Okay. He feels his face burn red. He didn’t have to do that to him- “Remember the notes you’ve been leaving? The ones that appear after something has conveniently gone missing?” The Rank 6 pauses, giving Hotguy a chance to respond, but is met with silence. In his defense, his brain is going a mile a minute, and with no room to spare for a reply.

The canary hybrid continues, “I read them. I've read them, and you’re not sorry, are you? I- This is just a game to you, isn’t it? You’re not very subtle about it, Hotguy.” He's shoved back into the wall and released from Canary's grip, making him stumble slightly from not relying on the avian’s hold.

Since he's now mobile, he flips around to look at Canary face to face and- wow he's closer (and much to his chagrin prettier) than expected. The man is wildly gesturing with his hands while talking- which he distantly thinks that he should probably start listening- but that doesn't mean he will.

“Not a word I said went through that pretty head of yours, huh?” The villain sputters an excuse and stumbles forward from the collar of his shirt getting yanked by the shorter. “I- ah- listen! Listen, I was a bit preoccupied but- but! I am all ears now, yup! Absolutely!”

“I- Why did I even bother. Of course you weren’t listening.” Canary mutters and sighs and lets go, putting a hand on his hip before being met with a face full of blue and orange feathers, accompanied by a lack of a certain shapeshifter. He sputters and spits out any that managed to get into his mouth, before looking around for the archer.

Nothing, which honestly isn’t a surprise in the slightest. It’s more of a wonder that he didn’t run off sooner. He picks up the bow that was left pathetically on the ground before dusting it off. Well, he supposes two can play at the stealing game. At least until Hotguy inevitably returns for his bow- and to probably steal some mundane item he has for attention.

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Cub doesn’t even blink twice when Scar suddenly appears in the room, purple particles surrounding him, and his hands behind his back. He sends a dead skulk tendril to easily break the metal without looking up from the papers he’s grading. It was routine at this point, and they went through the motions like clockwork.

Scar waltzes up to vex hybrid, his body shifting to mirror the vex features. His wings twitch at the new thrum of magic in his veins. ”Well hello there, Cub!” He uses the table to stabilize himself, an ache in his knee presenting itself after his adrenaline started to die down.

“You’re here early. Aren’t you- aren’t you usually out until dusk?” He looks up from the research papers he’s reading for the first time since Scar came in. “Something must’ve happened if you’re back here, man. You good?”

Scar’s face changes from being winded, but still happy, to a flustered scowl. “Canary happened.” He looks off to the side while Cub leans in, abandoning grading essays altogether, far more invested in what Scar has to say, now that he has his attention.

“Oh? You have to- you gotta tell me what happened then, man. As long as it isn’t the same two stories you’ve been telling, I’m all ears.” Scar moves over, grabbing a nearby chair, and pulling it in. “So even though it’s the weekend, today’s been pretty boring, right?”

.

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(Unbeknownst to Scar, the interaction between Canary and Hotguy was somewhat planned. Canary knew that the handcuffs weren’t power disablers, because he never wanted to capture him properly in the first place. He isn’t even able to properly arrest him, he’s too low ranked. 

He just… wanted to say what was on his mind…. sure. And maybe watch the shapeshifter squirm- but that’s between him and whatever deities are watching, and whichever poor reporter managed to witness whatever happened.)

#not an ask #event #text format #hotguy #canary #scar #hermitcraft fanfic #hermitshipping #empiresshipping #goodtimeswithscar #jimmy solidarity #solidaritygaming #gtws #scars so down bad and i love him for it #ALSO THE FIC IS FINALLY HERE WOOOOO #in case youre wondering yes scott is the reporter who accidently witnessed everything #solidaritimes #scaridarity #westernduo

[septembersghost]

has jimmy cried over kim or did he bottle up those emotions

it breaks my heart that my answer to this now is different than it would've been in, say, july (that divorce scene wounded me too much!), but - i think his first response would be denial, repression, and then spite. first he thinks she'll change her mind. she'll come back. she's his wife, and they love each other, don't they? he can't reach her, though, and that's never happened before, even when they were in bad places, he could always at least get a message to her. he has no idea how she's doing, or what to do himself. he doesn't know she got in the car and drove and drove until there was no road to follow anymore, until she hit ocean (and for a brief moment, maybe she thinks she should just keep driving straight into the sea). so, fine, she wants to say they're poison and run away? he can play at that too, only he's running from himself, not from abq. he stakes his claim there. gets the sandpiper money, the garish house, the ostentatious office (a "cathedral of justice," hah), the caddy, and he screams continually into the void of her absence with the too loud commercials and suits and persona. maybe if he keeps yelling, she'll have to turn around.

but then come the divorce papers. and he has to see her, sitting there, rigid and quiet, in the office where he was so proud of her, where he held her to himself. he has to hype himself up to even face her, to carefully arrange the character around his battered core. he's cold and dismissive. the papers get signed, and she leaves, disappearing into a downpour. it is what it is, who needs her? he'll get over it.

when he heads out to the car though, soaked from the brief walk in the parking lot, he sits there for a minute and looks at the empty cup holder. he punches the wheel in frustration, and suddenly it's that day at hhm in the garage when he broke down over his brother, when he realized he was so bereft and alone. it's the hhm garage where he and kim would meet in secret, and share a cigarette as if it was a clean breath, inhaling each other's closeness. it's the parking garage where she kissed him goodbye, but he didn't know that's what it was. the rain hammers the roof, and the ugly little strip mall is empty, and none of this is worth anything real, and that's the time he finally cries. wracked and miserable and lonely.

that's the night he buries whatever is left of jimmy mcgill, for good, he thinks. he doesn't let him escape again for a very long time.

#anonymous #letterbox #better call saul #jimmy mcgill #kim wexler #mcwexler #love to make myself cry

[yellowaugustnights]

We waited for the king to arrive. Even though we call him Nong, he is already the Great Nong Last.

I assumed that the opening scene would begin from Sea's eyes (although I thought it would be through the camera lens, since he would not be able to see anything in the lens). Simply because Sea’s eyes are incredibly expressive, as P'X clearly noticed. Incredibly strong eagle gaze of a proud, confident athlete (I'm too weak in front of Sea's eyes, really). Sea is able to show an incredible range of emotions with those eyes, and taking away his strong side is a big, but, as we can see, justified risk.

I was ready to burst into tears already at this moment of his panic.

Khun's character will be my favorite character, I can already feel it. He is the voice of reason in the hopeless darkness in which Day finds himself. Just listen to his soft, insinuating voice!

Oh, THIS Mork gives me goosebumps. Wai's vibes, but Puen's fluffiness. Mork would become friends with Wai, but would constantly get into fights alongside him or fight against him, and Puen would be the one constantly trying to convince them to be good adults.

Whoever decided that Mork needed facial hair was right (give him $5,000 just for the thought that suddenly flashed through his head, and another couple of thousand for not being scared, opening his mouth and sharing with someone then with this thought, and several more millions that they began to really work with this thought). I can imagine how hard it was for Jimmy the dermatologist. He deserves all the kisses on his stubbled cheek for being able to do this. Unfortunately, as I understand it, we lost the smoking Mork, since it’s one thing to puff on a cigarette for a pilot that was shot in one day, and another thing to smoke while filming a hundred takes a day for Q28.

This Sea is too much of a pussy. I love fucking Sea (hear me, Jojo!)

Look at this composition. It was created by a genius.

He has a corner room covered with curtains on all sides.

Pay attention to the inscription on the T-shirt. I'm fucking crying, but only 1 minute has passed.

Sunflowers, daisies - it doesn’t matter. These flowers are children of the sun. And Sea smelling sunflowers, daisies or lotuses is equally charming. Why are his eyes so beautiful?

You know, no matter how much I loved pilot, he looked fabulous and unearthly. I like the muted tones in the official trailer, but even so, there are a lot of bright things and accessories in the frame. So we still have a show with bright colors, but not a fairy tale, it reflects real life.

Do you remember what that scene was like in the pilot? Now look at this. Feeling pressure? I feel this very strongly.

This confused look…

Did I mention he'll be my favorite character?

I'm glad that time will be devoted to the relationship between the brothers. It's clear that Night loves and cares about Day very much, but harsh words spoken when one's entire life changes 180 degrees are unfortunately inevitable. Night has to take care of him, perhaps even forgetting about himself, but he still sees, unlike Day, and perhaps there is some resentment in him that he has to drop everything he is doing and help Day. This is a very delicate topic. I really want to know more about the brothers.

God, who did the musical arrangement? This is a fucking miracle!

I love Mork and Day's playful children. But are you telling me that this is a safe house place? hah

They saved a lot of scenes from the pilot. I really wanted to see the audio scene, as Jimmy has a very nice voice. And Jimmy, reading in a soft voice to Sea… Well, I'm ready. And also running and party. And they added something new, like playing the piano. Few people know that Sea can play on this.

But this is interesting! Children's books with lively drawings. I loved this as a child. The sense of touch is so important to Day.

We assumed everything, but not this. So Mork is canon bisexual. I have long wanted to see Jimmy paired with Namtan, it’s even a pity that we didn’t see this in the “Ploy's Yearbook”. Well, maybe someday…

Puen, go to Talay. You can't confuse me. And in general, I see a fucking Skam! I can’t see fucking Skam, otherwise I’ll go watch all the third seasons of all countries!

I see you, Day.

I continue to sing the praises of Sea Tawinan's eyes. Also I'm saying this is a scene from some fucking Sleeping Beauty that would be gay. This is also the color of Puen and Talay that they fucked under.

If anyone had heard me loudly scream NOOOOO right now, they would have called the police. It’s good that I’m unemployed now and no one sees me.

Of course, the long-awaited scene with the aquarium. Yes, this is a small home aquarium, not the big one like in the pilot, but guess what? This is a home aquarium. Home. I said everything.

P'Aof said Jimmy has problems with romance? He's the best fucking romantic actor! I don't know how much bread with honey he needs to consume to make him look so sweet on camera, but y'all, get him as much honey as possible!

Who stopped feeding Sea???

My little August! I understand how sad he is at losing his teammate. They have been playing in pairs for a long time. They developed their own game, their own pace, they knew each other's strengths and weaknesses and were ready to protect each other. We know that Day has lost all his meaning in the grand scheme of things, but so has Augustus. This may not be much compared to Day, but it is also noticeable.

Alleged fight over offensive remark about Day? Mork looks very angry. And Porjay came to him. But obviously you can’t pay bail for him. The subsequent tears because Day's mom told him to cut ties with someone like Mork? Oh God, why am I thinking about this!?Jimmy and Sea are crying so hard. I remember their benefit performances in episodes 10 and 11 where they both had to cry. It was very stressful. Here they upgraded their tear skill. I also remembered how Jimmy thanked the actor he beat up on camera for an excellent shot. They had so much fun on set, but we're supposed to cry, right?

I've reached my image limit, but I saved one just because I can't miss it. Slow dance for MorkDay. What we have manifested and actualized. Thousands of Nomnoms on the prayer circle asked for this dance and finally we saw it. To be honest, I am delighted with these few seconds that I saw. Look how smoothly they move (considering that Jimmy and Sea are, to put it mildly, not good at dancing). I can imagine how much work it took. Look at Mork's smile at the beginning. It's actually Jimmy's smile. It is so small, a little malicious. That smile always appears on his face when he wants to tease Sea. I really like the smooth turn and Jimmy's hand on Sea's back. Very beautiful dance. It looks like it's prom night. Oh god, why did I remember Brian and Justin?

I love all the beach scenes that were shown in the trailer. Is it just me, or were they all filmed at dusk?

Landscapes, beautiful views of Songkhla… It’s so beautiful, although we were shown literally three seconds of it, but damn God, nature is always beautiful if people don’t want to spoil it. The view from the cliff is simply marvelous! How they sit on the edge, happy and free!

Also, in any universe, Jimmy and Sea's characters make promises to each other. They give this after or before (probably after) the slow dance. And in every universe, they will do whatever it takes to keep that promise.

I really liked the pilot trailer. It was bright, fabulous, warm, but I didn’t take the drama in it seriously. But the official trailer looks real. I see romance and longing here, but I also see drama, I see a problem that will run through all the episodes. I'm worried about this Day. I'm also worried about Mork (dammit, you're behind bars, baby!). I like dull, muted tones, but they also have some brightness and color to them. I like that Mork here is not a cute fairytale prince (even though he smokes), but a guy with his sad baggage behind him. I love his casual appearance and how soft he is on the inside. I'm dying to see stubborn Day. I want to see the confrontation between Day and Mork in the first few episodes. I want to see their relationship develop slowly (again Jimmy's character falls first, but Sea's character falls more). I would like to hope that P'Aof will go according to his plan and will not do anything to please the viewer. I would like to hope that Nong Last’s excellent, well-developed script will show others how to film lakorns correctly (!) That a good script and acting are important. That it is important to talk about different things, not just engineers. That we all love quality, and not quantity at all. I'm waiting for November 10th. Nong Last, you are the king, I'm sure.

#last twilight the series #jimmysea #sea tawinan #jimmy jitaraphol

[alemonyoyo]

Me tryna ignore all the Post Covid clips until I can get my dad to pirate it for me.

#so proud of jimmy hah #are tweek and craig still together?! #They should be #south park #south park post covid #south park post covid special #south park meme #south park memes #meme #memes #token black #jimmy valmer #kyle broflovski #tweek tweak #craig tucker #randy marsh #shelly marsh #stan marsh #clyde donovan #south park token #south park jimmy #south park kyle #south park tweek #south park craig #south park randy #south park shelly #south park stan #south park clyde #south park token black #south park jimmy valmer

[sh1tbird-shantytown]

original post/idea came from @memes-saved-me

and thank you for encouraging me to write it! i had lots of fun <3

———

Steve Harrington’s parents weren’t around often. People knew that, they were aware. Now, they weren’t home much, yes, but they weren’t not home enough for it to be a worrying case of neglect. They still called in, had the neighbor keep tabs, and came home at least three times a month.

When you asked Steve about his family he’d simply shrug his shoulders and tell you that his father had a firm in the city. When someone asked Mr. and Mrs. Harrington about their son they’d wave a hand and mention how ‘he’s just on his way to graduating’ and then change the subject. Was Steve Harrington the perfect son? Maybe not. Were the senior Harrington’s good parents to begin with? Debatable. But they had something close to functional. They digress.

And so, as children who didn’t have prominent leaders in their life usually turn out, Steve was a lost cause when it came to actually living on his own. He had the money for food and his parents kept up with the bills. But he was horrendous when it came to actually keeping the house up to shape.

Until he had to figure it out to save his own ass.

The first instance was messy.

His first party had been wild. Junior year. Half his grade and then some had shown up. He’d gone all out. The long, fancy dining table had been loaded with foods all fatty and desirable. Kegs had been placed outside for peoples free flow. The expensive stereo which had been installed that spring blasted music from a collection of mixtapes. And by the end of the night, the party had been raging. Raging as in fights broke out, people got reckless, everyone started getting destructive.

That was when Steve regretted not having a plan, he was too sober to just let it go and deal with it in the morning. He knew that wasn’t a good idea. Multiple things happened all at once. Someone dragged a keg in from the backyard, too drunk to find the strength to carry it. And apparently too deaf to hear it scratch up the maple wood floorboards. Then, two seniors bashed their heads into the wall. Successfully denting two very noticeable holes in the drywall. But, oh, that wasn’t all the destruction. Some junior (Steve vaguely registered his name as Jake) was thrown into the wall, actively also breaking a shelf there too.

He had turned off the music and then clanged pots together to get them all out. It worked. A little surprisingly.

And then he’d been left with a damaged house to deal with.

He picked up all the litter both indoors and outdoors, put the little leftover food into the fridge, vacuumed, and then went to bed in exhaustion.

===

The next day he’d then been overwhelmed with many worries over the destruction caused to his home. He was just thankful it had been Saturday. He had the weekend to figure this shit out. He went around the house and made a list of everything that needed repair.

1.) The floor

2.) The holes in the walls

3.) That shelf (REPLACEMENT)

4.) The table

Oh yes, the table. His family’s long, fancy table had an abundant number of scratches engraved into it. Something no amount of waxing could fix.

His first thought was to look for all the tools his prestigious father had to offer. So, he looked everywhere. The basement, the attic, the closets, the offices, the shed. And he did find some. A hammer, two screwdrivers with different points, a tape measure, a wrench, a measuring level, and exactly 28 screws. But even that wasn’t enough and he knew. Next stop was the local hardware store.

Mr. Jimmy was the local handyman and he was nice enough to everyone. But not so much to the Harrington’s.

“What’re you doing here, boy? You know, son,” Jimmy’s neglected beard rustled when he spoke and his shop smelled of anchovies and cheese doodles. “I used to know yer Mama. Back in the day. She was a purdy thing, that woman.” He sighed something fond, “I miss that there woman. She’s not the same. Barely see her nowadays.” Steve was used to Mr. Jimmy’s delays, wasn’t subsided too much.

“Hey, Mr. Jimmy,” he stepped through the threshold of the old shop. “I’m looking for some tools today. Think you could help me?”

Mr. Jimmy regarded him with squinted eyes, “You using yer Daddy’s money?”

Steve blinked, “Yeah?” Mr. Jimmy folded his arms impassively. He had obvious tan lines that peaked out through his sleeveless shirt. Skin red over age.

“I don’t want no money from that bastard’s account!”

“But—“

“I’ll have none of it,” the bulky man stepped forward and Steve’s back hit the cold glass door.

“But, Mr. Jimmy, you’d be taking from him. Wouldn’t that be better than just letting him keep all that money for himself?” Steve reasoned. Adding the suggestive and innocent lilt to his tone, worked his bystander charm.

The scornful eyes grew with joy, “Why—“ he laughed suddenly, loud and invasive just as he was. “You’re a rotten little junior, aren’t yeh!” he galloped over to his counter with the same joyous lilt. Steve stood still in case the man swerved into another decision. He watched as Mr. Jimmy himself walked around his shelves, searching. “What kinda stuff you lookin for anyways?”

Steve struggled to find his voice, “Er- Uhm- Hah. W—Well I have to replace some wood flooring, fix a scratched table, replace a shelf, and patch up some holes in the wall?” He received a raised eyebrow before the man started hurriedly piling supplies throughout the shop into the counter by the cash register. Steve didn’t even want to think about how much it would cost. Although, if he thought about it, replacing everything and then paying someone else to do it all was probably more of a hole. Sure, the emergency cash that had added up over time would be gone, but at least he wouldn’t be disowned for the ruined furniture.

“That’ll be $78.75,” Mr. Jimmy pressed some buttons and Steve startled a little when the loud clang of it opening echoed. He pulled out his wallet anyway and dug around for the cash. He handed over four twenties only a smidge reluctantly.

Mr. Jimmy was giddy at least, “This here money will do me some good,” he nodded to himself as he stored the greens away and started packing the supplies in tightly within big paper bags.

“I’m sure my father will miss it,” Steve fibbed, “Keep the change.” And carried the three hefty loads up and out the door.

===

He had Queen playing the speakers and a crow bar in hand. What he was supposed to do now that he supposedly had all of the materials was a toss up to him. But he had to try.

He got down on all fours and began prying between the first ruined board and one of the unscarred ones. It lifted with a creak and he watched it carefully as he moved the bar up and down repeatedly. At one point it didn’t peel off any more and so he went side to side with it. Still nothing. He tried to push forward but there was too much resistance.

“What the hell? Come on you pathetic piece of wood!” he muttered exasperatedly. He pulled back a little and then slammed the bar back under the board. There was a sharp snapping sound that made him freeze. But the board was unstuck. And, oh would you look at that. He was unceremoniously proud. The floor board popped off. He saw that there was some dried up white lines underneath. He decided that it looked like that stuff in the bottle labeled ‘liquid nail’ and placed the board to the side.

He spent the rest of the late morning tearing up floorboards. By the time a late lunch break was approaching, he had accomplished removing all the damaged floor. He went into the kitchen to wash his hands quick before calling for a pizza when he realized the water accumulation in the sink. And it wouldn’t go down.

“Okay!” he cried in frustration, “What the actual hell now?” He got down again and opened the cupboard doors to the pipes coming down from the sink. There were steel pipes that started from the sink and curved around down into the bottom of the cabinet. There were rings that Steve assumed connected them. So to see what was backing up the sink he’d have to unscrew a couple. Right? He got up and dusted his pants off (a lost cause by this point) and went over to the pile of tools by the front door.

He grabbed a wrench, or at least what looked like one the plumber had used when he’d visited once or twice when Steve was a kid. It took him a minute but he finally loosened the mouth of it and fitted the groves over the ring of the pipe. He twisted and some water started dropping down. It started making a puddle so he hurried and grabbed a pot, placing it right underneath. He twisted again and again and again.

He sputtered as some sprayed into his face, “Awe hell! Disgusting!” but he kept twisting anyway.

Eventually it came off. But the water was quickly overflowing. Not to mention rancid. He yelped in shock and ran all around the kitchen trying to find more bowls. He found one, a china bowl that was his mother’s great aunt’s. He yelled out as he saw the grey water streaming down onto the kitchen floor at that point. He ran back and held the fancy ceramic serving bowl up to the open pipe. He sighed in relief as it worked and when it stopped, finally, just barely brimming the bowl, he saw tons of little pieces of orange.

“Who the hell put orange peels in my sink?” he muttered as he carefully waddled out to the back yard. It was cold out and he didn’t have shoes nor socks on. He jogged on his toes all the way back to the tree line and tossed the gross contents into the bushes there. He ran back shivering with a tight hold onto the rim of the china bowl. When inside he set it on the counter and fluttered about gathering towels. He mopped up the rest of the water mess and went to turn on the sink to check his work.

“Wait!” he jumped down in panic just as he turned the water on and off in the same second. The water inevitably dripped down through the open pipe but it was only a little. He leaned his head tiredly against the open cupboard door, face sweaty and hairline damp. He took the wrench and attached the rings back on snugly. Then, he turned the water on with a quick flick at the knob. He laughed happily as nothing leaked and the water trickled down without blockage. He leaned back against the counter and panted as the slight adrenaline rush flowed away.

===

Some time later he figured that he should probably work on the holes in the wall. He had some sort of paper roll made of one thick strip and a big bucket of smooth and pale mud textured stuff. He took the wide spatula thing that Mr. Jimmy had instructed of him to use and stared at the two dents in the white accent wall.

“Ummm,” Steve looked from his full hands, roll of paper stuff around his wrist and mud bucket in one and the spatula in the other. “Well what the hell do I do now?” he asked himself. He could really use Mr. Jimmy’s insight right now. Or Tommy. Tommy knew this stuff his uncle was one of the local handymen. But Tommy had also been the one to drag the keg in so maybe not him. He stepped up to the biggest of the damages and pulled off a piece of the thick paper. He held it up to the wall and blocked off the hole.

“Oh!” he realized excitedly, “I see,” Steve nodded to himself proudly and crouched to set the bucket on the floor. He stuck the spatula in and took some up with it. “Like paste,” he mumbled to himself and started smoothing the mud stuff on one side of the tape strip he’d measured out. He grinned and stuck it to the wall over the hole so that the top and bottom connected to the uncracked wall. He did that same thing until the whole hole was patched up. He looked at the pale ‘paste’ and looked back at the wall thoughtfully.

He started, then, to slather more joint compound (he’d finally read the bucket) on top of the tape (he had also then remembered the rushed instructions Mr. Jimmy had thrown out). He smoothed it out tediously and left it be to repeat on the other hole. When he’d finished with that task he found his arms and pants speckled with clumps of dried and crumbly spackle. Steve didn’t think it would be this messy. He picked it off his arms as he walked back to the upturned floor. He winced as the dried beads pulled at his arm hair.

Now, to get the new flooring in, Steve grabbed the hammer and the cylinder with the glue stuff. He really had no clue what it was supposed to be. But he did have an idea of what he had to do. So, he laid out all the new flooring, which he was happy to note was just about a perfect match to the old floor, and started patching the right lengths in place. When he had the puzzle figured out he stared at the tube thoughtfully. He scratched at the tip to see if it would give and when it didn’t he went to the kitchen for scissors.

He snipped off the cap and held it upright as he ran back to his station. Steve turned over one of the boards and pushed in the bottom to get the contents out. Which proved more difficult than he’d hoped. A spurt squirted out but then it stopped.

“Okay,” he sighed defeatedly, “What the fuck?” he set it down and went back to his pile of hardware supplies. There was an odd contraption that did have a base with the same diameter of the cylinder canister. He shrugged a grabbed it, “Worth a try.” He fitted it in and adjusted it so it looked somewhat how he assumed it should. He set the point on the board plank and pulled the trigger a few slow times until the glue came out. He laughed a loud ‘AH-HA’ and swirled it around. He flipped it over after setting down the canister and contraption and fitted and locked it in as best he could with the hammer. Sure, there was about two dents because he hit it a little bit too hard. But it was in and he only had five more boards to fit in. He felt happy enough.

Throughout the rest of the installment he had managed to not get the ‘liquid nail’ on his hands and there weren’t any too obvious dents in the floor, nor anymore scratches. He went back to his list to cross things out and check his progress.

1.) The floor

2.) The holes in the walls

3.) That shelf (REPLACEMENT)

4.) The table

He knew he had to use that block thing to sand down the dried compound. and then he had to repaint the wall white. But that would be simple. The shelf though, that was something else. He had seven wood planks that Mr. Jimmy had cut down for him already. He just had to screw them together and sand them down. Mr. Jimmy had said something about stain or wax but Steve waved it off, the only thing that went on the old shelf was little boxes that held his great great great grandmother’s spoon collection (something he had stored away before his party).

He went outside to the patio with the small hand drill, the 3x4’s, and the thin screws that he’d bought from the store. He sat criss-cross on the concrete and set up the little shelf. It took fifty six minutes and a couple minor slivers and scrapes, but he had the shelf put together with the screws just barely noticeable. He inspected the wood and decided that it was fine as it was. A close enough replica. He went back inside with it, not bothering to sand all the little nooks, and placed it against the wall experimentally. If he put it down a little the holes from before would be concealed just fine.

He drew two little lines with a pencil down the line where the original screws had been. He knew he needed a post to screw into, that the drywall wouldn’t hold. See? He was learning. He lined up the backing plank and placed the level on top, shifting the shelf just so the bubble was in the middle of the lines. He then drilled a screw through it and into the wall. Before he let it go he drilled in the second with some struggle since the he kept loosing balance. But eventually, it was in the wall. His arms were sore and he felt a headache coming on but he had the new shelf up and if his mother was kind enough to not go inspecting it, it would pass just fine. He laughed victoriously and skipped a little around joyously. He was almost done.

“Just a few more things, just a couple,” he consoled his aching limbs. Drills were hefty little things and reminded him of those wild horses in movies that always tried to buck the cowboys off. He groaned a little as he spotted the mess of a table on his way to grab a snack.

He turned his nose to the visual reminder, “I’ll be back to deal with you,” he grumbled. “I need a damn Jell-O cup.”

===

It was actually the next day that he finally got to it. His parents would be back home Monday and he still had a few things left to do. So much for an easygoing weekend. Tommy had called that morning and asked him to go with him to a neighborhood baseball scrimmage, but he’d said he was busy and hung up. He had been mid-sanding down the dining table. And after three hours of perfecting and perfecting it all again. After so much time getting sore and sweaty and coughing from dust. The table was finally flat and there was no more sign of scratches. He got the cloth that Mr. Jimmy had thrown at his face the day before and opened the strong chemically smelling can. He gagged but dipped it in and started applying the wood stain carefully, following the lines of the wood on pure instinct. It made sense too even if he wasn’t totally sure if it was actually right. But, either way, within that hour he had the table back to its original color and left it to dry completely.

He stared at the bumpy wall of compound. He knew this would be bad. If the wood dust was bad, this mud stuff was going to be worse. He wasn’t that naive.

And he was right. By the time it was smooth he was coughing and in dire need of a glass of water. He was never having a damn party at his own house again. Tammy and Sara could continue to host them, people didn’t react well to the spaciousness in the Harrington house apparently. In a rush and loss of interest in his work, Steve quickly painted over the patches with white and left it to dry. He got the can of wax and rubbed it on around the table in his final task.

He was tired as hell and he still had to go to school tomorrow. And he really needed to speak with the person who put orange peels down the damn sink.

===

On Monday morning, at approximately 5:48 AM, Steve Harrington sat in the living room watching I Love Lucy while eating toast as his parents bustled inside.

“Hello!” he heard his mother chirp tiredly as she entered through the foyer. She hurried over and he gave her as welcoming of an embrace as he could. “How are you, dear? Foods in good supply?” she pulled away to inspect him with her hazel eyes, “Heating system still working alright?”

Steve nodded and smiled, “Everything’s just fine. But I have to go and meet Tommy before school, that alright?” he stepped to the side and towards the stairs.

“Of cour—“ his mother was cut off by the monotone cords of his father.

“Stephano, what is up with this mess!” In that moment, Steve Harrington didn’t think he’d ever felt as much fear as he had in that moment. He bolted to the kitchen.

“What mess?”

His father pointed to the wrench, screw driver, and tape measure on the island counter, “Away with this mess, Steve. Clutter is nothing to approve of. It accumulates and it’s unprofessional.” If he only knew.

===

Years later, when he was in everlasting love with Billy Hargrove and they had their shared, small and cozy Chicago apartment, his handyman skills came back to great use.

“Steve! Steve!” Billy shouted in a panic.

Steve rushed from the bedroom to the kitchen, socks skidding on the floors, “What is it? What happened?” he flocked around his boyfriend and checked for any injuries.

Billy pointed rigidly to the sink, “Somethings up with the pipes or something.”

Steve rose his brows in bewilderment, “You don’t know how to unclog pipes?”

Billy furrowed his, “You do?” Steve nodded and opened the cupboard, kneeling to check the pipes.

“Okay so there’s PVC pipes here, I don’t even need a wrench!” he peaked back up at Billy’s wide eyes. “Can you get me that bucket I usually give you when you get hungover?” Billy nodded and jogged out of the room. Steve got a hand towel and placed it down, “What did you put down the drain anyway?” Billy almost hit him in the face with the bucket when he turned back. He froze and took it from the nervous man.

“Uhm. Potato peels,” he answered.

Steve scoffed, “It’s always peels isn’t it?”

Billy stepped back when Steve started turning the rings, “What?”

“Nothin’.” He twisted it quick and managed to not get sprayed in the face while the murky water and loads of potato peel flowed out into the large bucket. When the flow stopped he reattached the pipes together and hefted the bucket out to Billy. “Put that down the toilet, Tiger.” He turned back and heard the sloshing in the bucket and the grunts from Billy as he went through the hallway. Steve chuckled to himself and wiped up the small water spillage.

When Billy returned he had opinions.

“First of all, that shit was gross as hell,” he left the bucket by the front door before returning into the kitchen. “Second of all,” he boxed Steve in with a smirk in his face, “I didn’t know you were so good at pluming.”

Steve rolled his eyes, “Finish making the calzones, Bill, and maybe I’ll show you how to fix that hole in the wall behind Max’s photo hanging in the living room. It’s suspiciously shaped like that baseball I told you not to throw around.”

Billy fumbled for his words.

Steve shook his head, “Don’t think you can hide that shit from me, Tiger, I’m the one that dusts.”

===

The next time was when Max and Lucas visited.

“William, do not throw that!” Steve scolded as he held a pan with tomato sauce in it. Lucas dropped his hands that had been ready to try and catch the ball and Max turned a page of her book from where she was on the sofa boredly.

Billy grinned and threw the football anyway, of course. Steve sighed and then grew furious as the same football smashed instantly into the rickety bookshelf and the sad, old thing crumbled on impact. It fell over from Billy’s uncalculated, rebellious force and the shelves snapped apart from the sides. Books strewn out in a messy wave. Steve stomped over and only lowered his near growl of scolding when Billy showed himself already terrified. Max grinned and set her book in her lap to watch.

“What did I say?” Steve demanded while whacking Billy’s shoulder with the oven mitt. The other flapped his hands back to stop the assault.

“I’m sorry!” he yelped, “I’m sorry! We’ll just buy another one!” Steve glared and whacked his head, lighter than before, but still with vigor.

“We don’t have the money, William! We bought the last one at Goodwill for $14!” He bustled back to the kitchen and put the pan into the oven to cook the sauce the rest of the way. “I’ll just have to go down and ask Jeffery to use his wood scraps and nail gun. He’s always kind enough.”

Billy, who had followed him in, looked skeptical, “Jeffery Jeffery or creepy Jeffery?”

Steve rolled his eyes, “Old man Jeffery. And Jeff isn’t creepy, he’s just anti-social.”

Billy went unswayed, “I want to go with you. Let’s go,” he went to the coat closet and Steve sighed, unsurprised.

Steve took his coat and boots from Billy and called to the kids, “Lucas, Max, the sauce will be done in a couple hours. If we’re not back by then just take it out and let it cool please!”

“Sorry, Steve!” he heard Lucas say sincerely.

“Got it, Boss!” Max answered with another flutter of a page in her book.

===

While Steve attached the air hose to the nail gun Billy watched with creases in his forehead.

“What are you ogling, Tiger?” Steve asked as he applied wood glue to a piece.

Billy stooped forward, “Can I help?” he was almost eager sounding.

Steve grinned, “I was hoping you’d ask.” He lifted his own hands from holding the planks together, “Hold that as I nail it together would ya?” Billy nodded a bit unsurely but placed his hands and pushed just as Steve had. Steve lined up the gun, pushed down, and pulled the trigger. Billy flinched at the loud noise and Steve set the gun down and stood up from his focused crouch.

“Are you alright,” he cupped Billy’s cheeks, thumbs gently smoothed the corner eye crinkles.

The other nodded and pecked Steve’s forehead before shrugging it off, “Was just surprised is all.” Steve nodded back and smiled kindly before returning as he was before and finished the line of nails.

Not too long later, the book shelf was put together and Steve handed Billy a piece of sand paper. He showed Billy how to use it and he got complaints in return due to the uncomfortable noise it made.

But they did return home with a lovely new bookshelf. And they’d made it together so it was all that extra bit of special.

Maybe Steve didn’t disapprove of that party all those years ago after all. Look what he got out of it?

The smile Billy got whenever he looked at that shelf filled with Steve’s mystery romance and his own horror thrillers, that fond and euphoric smile was enough for Steve Harrington in the long run.

#steve harrington #handyman steve harrington #billy hargrove #stranger things #harringrove #btw that is not actually the correct way to put compound on #just mentioning #and idk why i added a random mr. jimmy but he’s there so oh well #steve harrington’s parents make an actual appearance too #max mayfield and lucas sinclair #don’t mind me sprinkling in more italian backgrounds #hope this was alright!

[highfunctioningflailgirl]

My notes on Lethal White episode 3

As usual, my poorly sorted and not-really-filtered thoughts on “Lethal White”, episode 3. Continued under the cut because ALL THE SPOILERS!

We’re back with Robin and cling-wrapped Chiswell. Holliday plays Robin’s tenuously controlled panic very well. The subtle trembling, the tears she forces back. She’s so good. 👏🏼

A two-week jump. These always jar me. Did that happen in the book?🤨

Another mention of Strike talking with Wardle, and again we don’t get to see him. Dang. I really miss his leather-jacketed wry humour. 😔

Of course they’re meeting at “The White Horse”. Where else? *Rosmersholm vibes*

The reveal about the bones was a bit anti-climactic, wasn’t it? It had a better effect with the skull, in the book. And how do you “accidentally” shoot a horse, even when it’s a small one? How much more are we supposed to hate Freddie? (This episode is just full of terribly behaving men)

Who are the kids playing with the dog? Pringle and Pong? Were those their ridiculous nicknames?

And here comes the “Knives Out” scene. 🔪The Chiswell family is such a loving bunch. *coughs*

Did you see the playful tension between Raff and Robin? And that little disconcerted look Cormoran casts them? Bit jealous, Corm? 😏

Raff’s sarcastic little throw-in remarks are really making this scene more fun. Gotta give him that: he adds a bit of “black sheep” dash to the family!

“KEYS!” 😁 Cormoran is like the adult stepping between a bunch of fist-throwing kids.

Cormoran and Robin are staring at the Chiswell’s bickering as if waiting for one of them to actually start spitting and biting.

Raff: “I’m sure our charming hostess means to offer you tea at some point.” 🤣

Cormoran: “I’m thinking it might be suicide after all. He couldn’t face another family gathering.” 😂

*grunts* We’ve all been there, haven’t we? (And I don’t even want to start thinking about Cormoran’s family gatherings…)

Hah! 🙋🏻‍♀️ I guessed right from the leaked stills: it is the hospital Billy’s in! (Cookie points for me!)

That staff woman gives off very sensible and caring vibes. They picked the actress well.

And, god, Billy carved the horse into his own chest? 😟 Good god…

Vanessa! And she looks good! And - unlike in the first series - she smiles! And is really NICE! (Wow, what a beautiful woman.) 😍

That little lounge corner in Cormoran’s office is new, isn’t it? Very cozy. ☕️🍪

Goth Robin! She looks awesome! 😍 (Excuse me, but have we traveled back into the 80s? She looks like half the people in my school back then.) And look at Holliday playing her: she even moves differently! This season must have been a lot of fun for her as an actress.

I love the Wiccan shop. I had one of those salt lamps (and a lava lamp too), but don’t tell anybody… ☺️

Cormoran’s FACE when he sees goth Robin! 🥰The double take, the pleased surprise, that touch of awe… He is so proud of her! (What a contrast to Matt the Twat’s derogatory reactions to her disguises).

Cormoran: “You liking Raff then?” Are we a teensy bit jealous again, Corm? ☺️

When he asked Robin what she was doing this evening, I held my breath. WAS HE GOING TO ASK HER OUT? 🤗 He wasn’t. 😔 Everybody calm down. It’s not happening yet. Unfortunately. And probably never will. *very long sigh*

It’s so cute how he can’t stop looking at her! 🥰I love her confidence. And his twinkle-eyed, soft grin that doesn’t seem to want to fade. He truly admires her, for her competence AND for her looks. ASK HER OUT YOU FOOL! *headdesk*

Lorelei. With coffee. Apologizing for saying “I love you”. Ack. And then Corm says “I was gonna call you.” (You weren’t, admit it!). I didn’t know what to feel when seeing this scene for the first time: shocked that they were still together? Sympathy for Lorelei? Mad at Cormoran’s lackluster ‘yeah, alright, whatever’ attitude? Very mixed emotions.

Cormoran following Aamir along the South Bank. Watch me pointing excitedly at the screen because I’ve strolled down that same boardwalk way back when traveling was still a thing. *flails* *misses London*

Aamir’s place. Why is Cormoran talking about food again? Robin hasn’t fed him biscuits today yet, has she?

Cormoran’s always a bit unnerving when interrogating someone. He uses friendly words, but there is that tiny bit of menace about him, an intensity and pressure… SIB Corm. Tom does that so well. 😎

“You gonna butter me?” Smooth moves, ex-Sergeant Strike! 🥋 Oh, I love seeing him in action! 🤗

Robin hides the phone, and I am a nervous wreck worrying someone’s going to call and her phone isn’t in silent mode! (enneagram type 6 here, hello…) 😬

I was waiting for Matt to be an absolute prick when he sees goth Robin, but he’s actually not. And he’s had the Green Dress mended. I like how the show gives him a few shades and doesn’t paint him as outrageously hateful as the book does. (jftr, we all still hate you, Matt!)

But then, the way he rushes at her with his “That’s not true” - why does it somehow feel like a physical threat? And wow, Robin is COLD. Dude, your marriage is over. You just haven’t been notified yet.

So we’re ignoring Lorelei’s calls again, Cormoran? *eyebrow lift* Is that what we do as a gentleman? And then he calls off dinner and has no more than a lame “Sounds good, I’ll call you” when she mentions breakfast? If he’s not invested at the mention of food, something is clearly wrong…

Della Winn, and they picked a blind actress for the role. Good for them! ✔️

So, help me out here, native speakers: Della says she can hear the West Country in Cormoran’s vowels, but to me he doesn’t sound Cornish. Am I wrong? To my ears, Tom is speaking in some sort of self-made accent that I can’t place, but it doesn’t sound anything like the Cornish burr Robert Glenister gives him in the audiobooks. Opinions? 🤔

Rhiannon’s story touched me in the book, and it touches me deeply here. A revenge murder would’ve made perfect sense to me.

The party. We’ve apparently time-traveled again.

“What’s ‘Becca’ short for?” 🙄

Ah! The note was hidden in the maxipads box! I seem to recall that, in the book, Robin hid the Houses of Parliament bugging device in a tampon box. Cool parallel.

VANESSA! HURRY UP! 😨

The chase. Good thing this goth girl wears sensible shoes! Nice trick with the crouching and tripping. Take THAT, Jimmy! Robin’s learned from past experience, and I love the addition of the chase that wasn’t in the book. Robin’s no longer a helpless victim. She is a FIGHTER! And - BAM! Perfect timing, patrol car! 🚔

Cormoran: “How did you guess where she hid it?” (Because that’s where girls hide stuff, darling. ONE good thing all the menstruating is good for at least.)

Quick shout-out to Tom Burke’s freckles. They really should be credited as supporting actors. 🥰

Btw, the navy jumper is not a jumper but a cardigan! I bet Tom was pleased. (And my shippy brain can imagine him wrapping a freezing Robin in it 💙)

Enter Lorelei. Here be dragons.

“You know, if you want a hot meal and a shag with no human emotions involved, there are restaurants. And brothels.”

Oooohhhh... 😳

Need ointment for that burn, Corm?

And she’s entitled! Cormoran’s old school gallantry seems to have gone MIA when it comes to treating Lorelei with the respect she deserved. Especially since he had his chance at ending it decently and respectfully at their earlier little talk over coffee. I still don’t think he meant to hurt her. It was thoughtlessness. Which is no redeeming factor at all. He deserved this, even in front of Robin. #TeamLorelei

Well, at least he didn’t get smacked with an ashtray this time.

I LOLed when Robin simply went straight back to business without commenting. A real pro. 😎

Cormoran: “That was a bit awkward.” Was it, Corm? We barely noticed. *snorts*

And although Robin defends him a little bit, her suppressed smirk and her work-life balance remark tell us she’s enjoyed this a bit. And not just because Cormoran is single again.

Matthew calls: “Sorry, it’s a work thing.” (NO IT ISN’T AND YOU’RE A LYING, CHEATING [REDACTED] !!!) 🤬

Robin steps on Sarah Shaglock’s earring, and now starts a scene that makes me want to shower Holliday in BAFTAs. 🏆🏆🏆 Heart wrenching, painful, powerful. And Matthew finally shows his true colours. (And Kerr Logan deserves a nod for his acting too).

On a completely irrelevant side note: Matt stole that coat from Darius Tanz, only that Santi looked hot as hell in it whereas Matt just looks like an accountant who pretends to look hot. (Go and watch “Salvation” if you have no clue what I’m talking about)

Robin is so bravely holding it together, and - wow - her coldness towards Matt is pretty impressive, and at the same time she’s forcing herself not to cry and fights down a panic attack. It’s amazing how she puts every emotion and train of thought from the books onto the table and we can read it in her face and in her voice and body language. 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼Best scene of the season, if you ask me. (Not that anyone ever asks me, but here it is.)

“I’m not gonna let you fail again!” 😡 Aaaand Matt tries to put her down again. To make her feel weak and in need of help. BUT IT’S NO LONGER WORKING. She’s got this. Oh, she’s got this!

They left out Robin saying that he “doesn’t even have a knife”, and I’m actually glad they did. This didn’t need to be about physical assault again. Matt wouldn’t go that far, and it wasn’t necessary to go there. They clearly showed how manipulative he is and how strong Robin has to be to walk away from him, and that is enough.

The minicab driver. I remember the actress as Mrs. Fitz from “Outlander”, and she’s the perfect motherly tough love type to crack that marriage joke. And to get our girl out of there with no further fuss.

Whoa. I had high expectations. And they were met 10/10.

What did you guys think?

#lethal white #lethal white episode 3 #cormoran strike #cb strike #bbc strike #recap #🚨 spoiler alert

[pomegranateruin]

Middleditch and Schwartz Play Animal Crossing - Museum Tour

This was done for the convenience of anyone who wants it - just this video but written out: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rpRG_432AWA

Ben: Thomas, what is this?

Thomas: What?

Ben: What have you been doing in here, what is this room? What is this Dexter laboratory?

Thomas: D-don’t worry about it, it’s nothing.

Ben: What do you mean it’s nothing?

Thomas: It’s just a few… experiments.

Ben: What is this?!

Thomas: It’s- It’s- I’m combining genetics of various animals to create hybrid animals in the vain of the “Isle of Doctor Moreau”. I’ve studied his research- Ben, don’t think me a monster. Ben, wait! It’s not what it looks like. I’m a man of science! Ben, come, come, come.

Ben: Alright where should we go?

Thomas: This-

Ben: There’s another room!

Thomas: Just a couple of boys in their unders having a great time on various islands.

Ben: Just running around a museum. What??

Thomas: Look and of course, if you want to get your- something stamped, maybe you should get something stamped here? Isn’t that what you get stamped?

Ben: Stamp it, baby. *stamps* Nailed it- thanks, buddy.

Thomas: Now what I want to show you is over here.

Ben: Woah another stamp, excuse me, sir.

Thomas: Ben, about- about my experiments in the laboratory earlier…

Ben: Yes?

Thomas: You can keep this- Excuse me- you can keep this between you and I, correct?

Ben: Um- Why are you doing it?

Thomas: Ben, they’ll revoke my license. I’m a doctor, but sometimes doctors have to go without borders.

Ben: Yeah, but I saw what you were doing, you were combining like monkeys and… giraffes. You’re not- what you’re doing doesn’t make any sense. The head of a monkey but the body of a giraffe??

Thomas: This could cure world hunger! Imagine a monkey-

Ben: How??

Thomas: -a monkey with a really long neck, it could eat anything it wants!! This way, trust me, there’s more to show you! *maniacal laughter* I’m so glad you’re here, Benjamin!

Ben: You’re foaming at the mouth!

Thomas: Now I’m not by myself anymore, I’ve got a friend!

Ben: Well how is your museum so very big, sir?

Thomas: It’s not just a museum, Benjamin, it’s an Imaginatorium! This way, down in the basement. Benjamin, now, you mustn’t breathe a word of what’s going on down there, okay? You mustn’t say anything-

Ben: Wait- what’s going on in the basement? No, tell me what’s going on in the basement-

Thomas: Follow me!

Ben: Thomas, don’t go down there! Thomas! Blathers, what do I do? What do you mean, trust him? Blathers works for you, doesn’t he?

Thomas: Come, come, come- follow me- I’m somewhere down here *echoes* down here, down here, down here-

Ben: If you show me anything-

Thomas: You’ll have to find me *echoes* find me, find me-

Ben: Okay, but before I find you- let me stamp my thing!

Thomas: Keep going down the hallways *echoes* hallway, hallway- There you’ll find me *echoes* find me, find me, find me-

Ben: Where are you? It’s dark down here. Where are you?? It’s dark down here!

Thomas: It won’t be for long- bones.

Ben: Thomas, you’re in the dark.

Thomas: BONES, MILLIONS OF BONES! Look, this: a fishy type bone, this: a long necky type bone- and you thought I was insane-

Ben: What are you doing?? That was your neighbor!!! That’s your neighbour!!!

Thomas: And you thought I was insane for trying to combine a- a giraffe with a monkey, well look at that!! Turtle bones, a claw bone, stegosaurus bones-

Ben: Look how many terrifying- dinosaurs you have.

Thomas: Oh, they’re not dinosaurs. These are the skeletons of my babies.

Ben: What are you talking about?

Thomas: Not everyone that I combine makes it- to live a full, happy life, but I still love them- I still love them, Benjamin.

Ben: What’s the purpose of it, Thomas?

Thomas: Science.

Ben: What do you mean, science?

Thomas: Science!

Ben: I’m sorry I gotta get a stamp.

Thomas: *breaks character and laughs* Sorry, I’m a real stampaholic- and there’s a special on stamps today.

*cuts*

Ben: Where are you? Oh my god, you’re up there.

Thomas: Up here.

Ben: What are you doing up there?

Thomas: Find- I want- here’s the best opportunity for another photo opportunity. It’ll be a perfect opportunity for it. Now Ben, the final step to visiting-

Ben: *laughs* I like that you always make me stop! I try to run and you get in my way!

Thomas: Ben, the final step to my island, is I want you… to go ahead and stand behind the animal that you have the privilege of combining your genetic material with.

Ben: What do you mean, whatever thing I go behind-

Thomas: Just-

Ben: -whatever thing I go behind is the material like, if I go behind this cow-man, I’m gonna become some sort of cow-man-boy?

Thomas: You’ll be half cow, half boy, is that what you want?

Ben: Why, what happens?

Thomas: I’m going to be a pig. A little piggy, a pig-boy.

Ben: Wait what does this do? I don’t understand what’s happening.

Thomas: They’ll call me Doctor Pig-Boy- now, you’ll take a photo.

Ben: Mmkay, we’re gonna zoom in. You ready?

Thomas: Nice smile!

Ben: Nailed it.

Thomas: Perfect.

*cuts*

Ben: Thomas, who is this- who’s this?

Thomas: Who’s who?

Ben: What do you mean, who’s who? Thomas, there’s a light on a skull, down here.

Thomas, Oh, hah. That was the last visitor that came to Bagel Town.

Ben: The exit’s gone. Where’s the exit, where’s the exit?

Thomas: Oh, you’re not going anywhere, Benjamin.

Ben: This is supposed to be Animal-

Thomas: *whispering* Run, run, you better run, you better run!

Ben: I’m going to talk to that owl on the way up. You can’t catch me, now I’m running for my life. Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go!

Thomas: Oh, you better run.

Ben: ♪ Do, do, do, do, do, do ♪

Thomas: ♪ Di, di, di, di, di, di ♪

Ben: ♪ Di, di, di, di ♪ Oh, you almost got me by wanting to stamp right there.

*cuts*

Thomas: Well guys, just make sure to watch, uh, “Middleditch and Schwartz” on Netflix- three completely improvised comedy specials, watch ‘em- and as well- as well, Ben’s got a little something, he might want to share with you.

Ben: “Space Force” is out on Netflix as well, watch “Space Force” with Steve Carell, John Malkovich, me, Tawny Newsome, Jimmy O. Yang, Don Lake, uh, a bunch of great people. But, let’s tell you about “Middleditch and Schwartz” for a second. We’re so happy that Netflix gave us the chance to do it. The only way we get to watch more- uh, Jess. S is gonna play- Everybody, all my friends are getting ready to play Mario Kart, it’s 5 o’clock it must be- “Middleditch and Schwartz”, we only get to get more episodes if enough people watch ‘em. So please tell your friends, watch ‘em, we’re really proud of ‘em- it kind of gives you the experience of what happens when you come and see us perform, um, uh, on stage, on tour- and, uh, I love you, Thomas. I enjoyed playing video games with you. This was a very relaxing, calming game to play together.

Thomas: Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Ben: Until you brought me to your museum.

Thomas: Why? Wh- I mean, again, that’s… just between us, correct? Ben, you didn’t take any pictures other than- other than the one that I told you to take? Ben, that’s evidence-

Ben: Don’t follow me in here! Don’t follow me in here!

Thomas: I- I- Ben, Benjamin.

Ben: I need a ticket, I need a ticket! I need a ticket home!

Thomas: Benjamin, you’re not going anywhere!

Ben: I wanna go home! I wanna go home!

Thomas: You’re going to stay here forever.

Ben: *starts crying*

Thomas: Here in Bagel Town.

Ben: I wanna go home!

Thomas: No, nooooo!!

Ben: Oh, clear skies, ohh, oh, I’m just gonna get on this plane totally naked.

Thomas: Safe travels, Ben.

Ben: Wait a second, who’s flying the plane? Who’s flying the plane??

Thomas: *maniacal laughter* I can tell you he’s not entirely human.

Ben: Ohh, no, it’s half gorilla, half giraffe!!

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Deeper Relations :02

(Freddie Jackson x Reader)

A Freddie Jackson Multi Chapter Series

Chapter 02: The Confusion

Summary: Being the youngest sister of Jackie and Maggie, you were quite young when Freddie Jackson went to prison. Upon his return, you cannot help but recall your innocent love you had for him back then. And surprised by your transformation into womanhood, Freddie cannot help but form a desire towards you. Will a dangerously seductive attraction grow between the two of you? What will be the consequences?

Requested by: @97freaknik​ Thank you for your detailed request 😘

Author’s Note: Sorry for the major delay. Busy schedule had been keeping me distracted. Can’t wait to explore this story further. Enjoy!

Chapter 1 HERE

“Oh hoho! Did she now? Hehehe...She sounds quite feisty” “She is...but...” “But what?” “Eh...I don’t know if I’m feeling it”

Your eyes may have been on your Professor, enthusiastically sharing his knowledge with his students. But your eyes, they could not help but roll upon hearing the conversation that took place right beside you. French History apparently seemed moot to the two young men sitting next to you. Shaking your head gently, you simply could not believe they were actually who you called friends. 

“But I don’t understand…” Marcus began, “The first few days you were mad about the woman, and now this? What’s wrong with you, mate?” He asked Heath.

“Yeah…what is wrong with you?” You hissed, agreeing with him as you and Marcus both looked at him with judgmental eyes. Heath, the blonde merely shrugged his broad shoulders. Chuckling, Marcus nudged him in the shoulder.

“Really can’t make up ya mind, can ya?” He teased. “Piss Off!”

Smiling, you focused on your notes once again, scribbling away any important notes your ears could grasp on.

Guess it was certainly true: Young men really do have a hard time deciding when it came to relationships. No wonder it annoyed you.

Why must they abide with this general law? Why can’t they all take a stand and make a change? Why can’t they be like their older counterparts? Like Freddie for exam-

Your scribbling suddenly halted, making your eyebrows furrow with confusion. Why all the sudden would your thoughts steer towards Freddie? Out of all people in the world, why take him as an example? Rubbing your temples, you forced yourself out of the confusion, by diving into the professor’s enthusiastic voice once again.

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Family dinner was always a joyous occasion, and seeing the family being completed brought warmth to your heart.The atmosphere at home seemed livelier with Freddie around again. Being back in his usual business, he remained as you remembered him to be. His jokes made all of you smile whilst the meals were prepared and the table was set.  After years of prison, You wondered it had changed Freddie for better. Given how you much you knew him, you figured it was not that much.

Lena, your mother, Maggie and Jimmy, Jackie and Freddie with the children; you watched all of them with an affectionate feeling. You certainly adored their company, but in large group settings like these, you truthfully preferred to be one of the silent observers with very little engaging. Though you were the youngest amongst the sisters, you felt like the middle child on most occasions. And you did not mind. You indulged in the invisibility, listening to the stories of others, laughing alongside them. But as soon as Lena Summers raised her fork up, pointing it towards your direction, you knew you were being steered into the dreaded conversation.

“So, Y/N…How’s your friend?”

As you swallowed the roasted potatoes, you felt all eyes on you.

“Friend?” You asked, with a chuckle, “You have to be more specific, Mum”

“You know...your friend…” Lena flashed a knowing smile, “…from university”

Completely clueless, you detested the silence that had overcome the atmosphere. As if he read your thoughts, Freddie suddenly cleared his throat, signaling the others to resume eating. Only by hearing the sound of cutlery did you feel calm.

“You mean Molly?” You asked, proceeding to eat, “She’s doing alright-”

“No No No…” your mother interrupted, “ I mean...that nice boy...which one was it? Ah yes Marcus. How is he?”

Still quite clueless, you kept looking at the food on your plate.

“He’s quite alright” you replied, looking up “Mum, why are you so curious about him?” “Nothing...he seems like a nice boy” “Yes, I suppose he is” You said, nodding as she was right about him. You would have never befriended him if he were a bad egg. “Why don’t you consider him then?” Eyes widened, you stared at your mother with shock upon hearing her inquiry. Being the youngest, you were always teased about not having a steady boyfriend yet. Little did you know this would come up so soon at dinner. “Mum…WHAT?” You yelled. “Why not? You’re old enough” Jackie casually joining in the conversation made you even more uncomfortable.   “You too, Jackie?” Turning to her, you exclaimed, “Wha-firstly how do you all even know so much-” pausing, you looked over to the other sister, “Maggie! Did you tell them?”

With Jimmy’s arm over her shoulder, Maggie Summers sat there, guilt evident in her eyes. Being the only family member you trusted enough to vent, you didn’t expect her to do this.

“There’s no need for you to get so worked up, Y/N” she said kindly. “Yeah! there’s nothing wrong” Jimmy quickly chimed in with support, as he should. However, you were not pleased. “Yes, THERE IS…” you snapped, “It’s my business and Marcus is just a friend. Why even bring him up? He just dropped me off home once…So?” “He just seems quite nice-” “Aww come on…”  Freddie began, “…leave Y/N alone now will ya?” He said, looking at everyone at the table, “She’s an adult…and she can make her own bloody decisions just like the rest of us” “Exactly!” You said in an instant, “Thank you, Freddie” You added, glad to have Freddie in your corner. Lena was highly offended.

“Y/N…” she began , “…as your mother, don’t I get a say in this?”

“NO YOU DON’T…” You yelled, standing up, “GOD!!” Groaning in frustration, you really had enough of it. Years of tormenting had set you off, and today you took your stand, by storming out of the dining room to everyone’s surprise. “Y/N, Wait!”

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Taking deep breaths and long strides across the garden, you tried to calm yourself down. You loved your family, you really did. But Family had failed to love you the way you expected it to. Finding romance was never easy for you. The struggle you face internally, it could never be compared to your sisters luck. So, a constant reminder of that struggle was not what you needed.

“Boo!” Freddie’s sudden voice made you turn to him with a jump. “Christ! Freddie” You breathed, clutching your chest as he looked amused. “Sorry, cupcake…” he said, “…you alright?” He asked with a softer tone. No matter how much he teased, he was your source of comfort. You sighed. “Not really…” you answered him in all honesty. Lighting a cigarette, Freddie looked in to the distance while you both observed the garden. “Parents…” He began, “They try so hard, yeah? But don’t know when to fucking shut up”

Chuckling, you nodded, “I suppose….Hehe thanks” you said shyly, when he offered you a smoke. His eyes never left you as you took a puff. The nicotine entered your system, calming you in the process, which surprised you. In your opinion, this time you felt like a professional compared to  the previous attempt at the party.

“Hah!” Freddie sounded gleeful as you blew out the smoke “You’re getting used to it, cupcake”

Wearing a proud smile, you took a bow as he clapped. Warmth came over you once again, and suddenly all that humiliation and suffering from earlier felt non-existent.

“Oh! Shit!” You blurted, “…sorry” you added, pointing at the red lipstick mark that stained around his cigarette, as you gave it to him, which he barely even cared for.

“Ah! that’s alright” he said, casually taking it in his lips. Those lips, they were just as you remembered back them. You envied each cigarette that succeeded to kiss those lips daily. Come to think of it, with your lipstick stains marked on this one, your mind could not help but wonder if that was an indirect kiss shared between the two of you. Wait! Why would you even think that?

“Freddie?”

“Hmm?”

“You’ve ever done shotgun kisses?

Your morality raised it’s eyebrows with concern. What the bloody hell are you on about? Smiling mischievously, Freddie nodded, “Ohhh yeah” “How was it?” You asked, folding your arms. “The best…” he winked, whilst taking another puff.

Smiling to yourself, you looked over to the garden once again. The sheer thought of blowing smoke into another’s lips in the form of a kiss, it fascinated you. Excitement rushed in alongside it.

“Guess I should try it out myself sometime…” you said, with a chuckle “…maybe with a friend. Hah! Maybe even with Marcus-” “Why don’t we try it?” You froze. “What?” You inquired, slowly turning to face him, for you could not believe what you just heard. Looking back at you, Freddie appeared nonchalant, yet his eyes were dead serious. As if he was not joking around. Not about this.

And you swore, you felt your heart suddenly beat fast. Why the fuck would he say that?

“Ah! you two!!”

Both of you jumped the moment Jimmy’s voice appeared from nowhere. Standing by the door with his hands on his waist, Freddie’s cousin gave a warm smile, “ Come on now Y/N…everyone’s worried. Let’s go” he said gently, urging you with a tilted head.

You may have walked inside along with them in compliance. Silence may have been gifted to you in the dinning table as a peace offering. Yet, you were left feeling even more confused than ever before. All because of Freddie Jackson.

What was he doing to you?

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Chapter 3 HERE

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Introducin’ Dem Shinin’ Rats

One ting I can tell you’z guys about guardin’ da Golden Throne day in an day out is dat you get’sta see some strange goin’ ons. See, Mitchel an’ ol’ Valdor do everyting in dare power ta keep tings normal an’ on da downlow. HA! Good luck, cousins, dat’s da universe’s most powerful psyker sleepin’ in a death nap over dare playin’ Super Mario Land on da Gameboy. You know how much psykerish energy just leaks outta dat guy? Da Emperah is like an amp, an’ his powers are like ah electric guitar; do you understand me? Even while he’s sleepin’ like dat he’s blastin’ out sick licks and solos. 

See, cousins, da most common occurrences around da Emperah’s nap-time-chair is dem rats over dare. See ‘em? Yeh, cousin. Dem rats do indeed ‘ave on custodes armor. Golden, proud, and cousins all, dem rats. Look at ‘em standin’ guard, their guardian spears keepin’ away even da most harmless frog or spider; ain’t nothin’ gettin’ close! NAH, nothin’, ya hear me? It’s all dem psyker guitar solos shootin’ outta da Emperah as he snores or loses a life in Mario Land. Each time dis happens a ray of sunshine blasts out and morpafies someting, heh, it’s pretty funny when yer tunafish sandwich grows a personalty. You evah kiss a sandwich, cousin? You ain’t lived, take it from me. 

But dat’s right. I got’z some rats who just happen ta be cousins-in-arms. I don’t want’ta hear you even speak a word against dem, heh. See, I won’t do a ting to ya, but dem rats dare? Day’ll stub ya toes sometin’ nasty, cousin, so you’z best get’ta watchin’ yerself. HA! Now, come on ovah here an’ give yer ol’ cosuin Jimmy a hug, hah? It’s been a day an’ an age, look’at’cha, you’ve grown as big as a beluga whale, haaaaa! 

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[Meme] "This is my fault." [@Jamie]

send me  “  this is my fault  .   .   .  ”   for my muse to die in your’s arms  .

things don’t always go according to plan. sometimes people are hard to charm, sometimes things have been moved, sometimes there are more people than originally planned for, sometimes.... sometimes someone fucks up. 

it doesn’t really matter who’s fault it was, in the end. it could have been any number of factors -- maybe because sebastian had underestimated the difficulty of the assignment, hadn’t brought enough people to counter their counter-attack. maybe because, when sebastian issued the order for jamie to fall back, jamie hesitated a moment too long in his decision to run. maybe because knives are fast but not as fast as a collapsing building, and not in the hands of someone afraid to take a life.maybe because the targets had been prepared, set up a contingency plan that involved setting fire to the building to prevent anyone  -- including themselves, and the young moriarty trapped inside -- from escaping. 

jamie doesn’t blame anybody but himself, if there needs to be somebody to blame. all he wanted was to prove himself. to impress his brother. to impress sebastian. to show that he was capable of more than just charm, take, leave. he wasn’t just the little moriarty. he was someone else, someone important. he thought he was ready. he thought he could handle whatever happened but he couldn’t. on some level, he doesn’t even think sebastian actually means what he says -- just a guilt in failing to save the boss’ brother. a fear in what big bad jimmy will do about it before he inevitably moves on. anything for the job, right? anything for the boss. and jamie, even in shared name, isn’t jim.

it’s the end -- they can both tell. maybe that’s why sebastian admits such a thing in the first place instead of reprimanding the young moriarty. he knows he can’t be saved. jamie can’t understand why the man pulled him from the burning building when the fire, the smoke, the beam that had fallen on top of him had already done their damage. he’s burnt. snapped leg, broken arm. his ribs are crushed. he can’t breathe, either from a punctured lung or the smoke, who knows. he’s bleeding, inside and out, bruised, and barely conscious and in sebastian’s arms he looks half dead already, a broken child. 

he coughs, whether from the smoke or being unable to breathe or the blood in his lungs, and can feel the red liquid trailing out the corner of his mouth. he wants to laugh but the air in him is leaving. so is the light, the hope, the edge. he can’t feel anything anymore -- a blessing, he supposes, for he’s sure he should be in incredible amounts of pain. and have his eyes been closed this whole time? open them. goddamit, open them.

it takes more than it should have, but bloodshot, blurry vision settles on sebastian, head tucked against the man’s shoulder to keep it from slipping back. hah. if only he wasn’t imagining the emotions he sees when he attempts to focus on the man’s face. couldn’t name them if he tried. sebastian probably couldn’t either -- if jamie thought them real. he knows they’re not. if there is anything in the face of his brother’s favorite, it is fear of jimmy’s reaction. he wants to feel angry but he only feels empty. hollow. like he’s floating but something is keeping him tied down.

god he’s fading so fast --- he hopes the assignment was worth it, hopes jimmy will be proud of him for what he’s accomplished in all of this. the arm tucked between him and sebastian’s chest is a blessing -- jamie doesn’t think he’d have enough strength to have lifted his hand on his own, but it’s already resting on his stomach. fingers open from around the small flash drive containing everything he’d been sent in to retrieve. all this for some stupid information. that urge to laugh returns. imagine if he’d memorized instead -- they’d really be fucked then. shame he’ll never know what was on it.

“make....” another cough, and the hollow feeling is heavier. more blood, he feels like he’s drowning inside himself. but what is a moriarty if not dramatic, and he can’t leave his words unfinished. dramatic and stubborn. “make it count...” he mutters, the words draining him of more energy than he can spare. “or i’ll... i’ll haunt you.” the words are barely above a whisper. how threatening he must sound. sebastian would mock him for it. faintly jamie wishes he could see it, could wake up and have this just be another one of those chief of staff meetings he always daydreams during. even hearing the man yell at him once, just once again...

the darkness is overtaking the red in his vision and so he closes his eyes. but it’s okay, he supposes. he completed his part of the assignment. after all of that, jamie succeeded. sebastian’s the one that didn’t keep him safe -- jimmy’s gonna be mad. pretty big failure and all, right? still... things go wrong. people die. jamie once would have been scared of that -- kind of is still but maybe the world isn’t right for him. he’s tired of fighting for attention. he’s tired of causing chaos. he’s tired of not being his own person. he’s just... he’s just tired. 

he stops struggling to find air, stops fighting the pain in his lungs. stops trying to keep himself from drowning or maybe falling or maybe floating because he can’t tell anymore and simply... accepts it. fingers around the flash drive go limp. head lolls. in a final weak flutter, a heart flat-lines. death is strangely peaceful.

and maybe. maybe he did it on purpose anyway. 

#i started writing and then didn't like it so i kept adding stuff so whoops #v;i want my moment in the sun #m;jamie #moriartyproperty #delivered

[dietarysalad]

Street War – Chapter 11

Sunday morning was dark and grey, despite it being the middle of spring. Kagura stared listlessly out into the distance from the window in the apartment living area, sipping absentmindedly on the strawberry milk that she had stolen from Gintoki. She sighed as she watched the heavy clouds begin to let loose a few droplets of rain. They fell from the heavens and clung to the window, and Kagura watched as they slowly crawled towards the windowsill. Kamui walked into the living area to find Kagura letting out a long sigh.

“Come on, now, little sis’,” he crooned. “What’s got you all worked up today?” “Rain,” was as much of a reply as Kagura was willing to give. Luckily, Kamui did not need too long of an answer to figure out what his sister was thinking about. “Hmm… Bringin’ back some bad mem’ries?”

Kagura shifted uncomfortably in her position by the window and, sensing her bad mood, Sadaharu dashed over from the couch to lay in her lap. She looked down at his snow-like fur, and gently pet him with a grateful hand. “I was… a little too young to remember mami’s face,” Kagura stated. “But… I do remember it clearly. The day that she died.” Kamui sat beside his sister and gave her a sullen look. He tousled her hair gently. “Her cheeks were so hollow, and her skin was so pale. The rain, that day, it poured down so heavily. It’s almost as if it washed the life right out of her.” Kagura curled up into a ball. “That’s why I hate it – the rain.”

Pushing his bangs out of his face, Kamui gazed sadly at his sister. There was not much that he could say in this situation. Kagura was much too young to have both of her parents die in front of her eyes. Her mother was very ill and died when Kagura was only four years old. Her father was quick to follow and was murdered in the dead of the night when Kagura was five. That experience, in particular, had traumatised Kagura. She had been sleeping beside her father, that night, and was awoken by the sound of a robber breaking through their window. By the time that Kamui had heard the commotion and had run into the room, the robber had escaped. He found their father draped protectively over his daughter and a massive volume of blood was flowing from a wound located in the man’s chest.

Since then, the two had been passed from relative to relative, but neither particularly enjoyed the experience. So, when Kamui and Kagura were nine and seven years of age – respectively – they ran away. “But, remember?” Kamui said, holding his sister close. “Gintoki found us on a rainy night. If it weren’t for him, we’d definitely be dead – or, at least, shiverin’ behind some dumpster somewhere of hypothermia. So, cheer up a bit – the rain doesn’t only carry bad memories.” Kagura looked up from her brother’s chest, giving him a crooked smile. “What’s up with you, today?” she smirked. “You’re acting like you’re my brother.” Kamui’s tousling of his sister’s hair intensified. “Oh? Now, that is strange, innit?”

Gently and quietly, Kagura slipped out from underneath her dog who had fallen asleep in her lap. She stretched for a few moments, before announcing that she was getting changed to meet with Hongou. “Staying at home all day is boring,” she argued when Gintoki had told her that she would catch a cold. Though he was still hesitant to let her go, she assured him that she would keep her umbrella with her at all times. “Besides, I’ll be inside for most of the day anyways. Hongou’s room isn’t out in the rain, or anything.” Eventually, he relented and Kagura bounded off to slip into something a little warmer.

After she found a warm, hooded parka, Kagura pulled out a pair of boots and snatched her purple umbrella off the rack before heading out. As she made the walk from her apartment to the hospital, she carefully looked ahead to check for puddles along the sidewalk. She made it a point to steer clear of any paths that looked too muddy as she did not want the hospital staff to yell at her for tracking mud and dirt into the hospital.

Kagura’s short detours led her to a nearby cemetery, where she noticed a large gathering of people dressed in black, crowded around a gravestone. Someone’s passed…? She looked up accusingly at the heavy, grey clouds and, almost as if to reply to her, the sky began to thunder. Kagura narrowed her eyes and slowly approached the crowd – even a crude girl like her understood that there was a time and place to be respectful. However, as she got closer, she began to recognise some of the faces in the crowd.

Gorilla? Jimmy? Afro? Kagura glanced a bit further into the crowd. Mayo-freak? Sadist? Then, her eyes rested upon the picture which lay against the tombstone. Okita… Mitsuba? She blinked in disbelief. She had just seen Mitsuba yesterday and she had looked as healthy as could be. Kagura’s eyes blinked away hot tears, her bottom lip trembling. Such a kind, gentle person… She couldn’t have, in such a short amount of time…!

Kagura shook her head. From the back of the crowd, she watched as the members of the Shinsengumi each walked up to the tombstone and laid down a lily. The entire ceremony was solemn and silent, with the sound of the rain drowning out everything else. Kagura could only watch, keeping hidden behind another tombstone within the cemetery. She was not too sure that any of the Shinsengumi members would want to see a Yorozuya at the moment. Really, I should leave – I have no business being here. But, in the short time that Kagura had spent talking to Mitsuba, she could not help but feel utterly torn that such a beautiful, kind and gentle person had been taken away by death’s claws. Kagura thought it only right that she join them in mourning.

Glancing at Sougo, Kagura found his eyes to be dry. It was the rain dripping off his hair onto his face that wet his cheeks – she could see no signs of crying in his still gaze. Turning away from him, Kagura rested her back against the tombstone that she was hiding behind and pulled her knees into her chest. She bowed her head, thinking deeply. Can he not even cry? Kagura scanned the crowd of Shinsengumi members, and she noted that every single one of them was crying. Even Hijikata, who Kagura had deemed as having as much emotion as a piece of paper, had tears streaming down his cheeks as he sniffled into a tissue.

Eventually, the Shinsengumi began to leave. One by one, they bowed in respect and left the cemetery, leaving only Sougo, Hijikata and Kagura. As the hours passed and it neared evening, Hijikata shifted to rest his palm on Sougo’s shoulder. Then, he – too – stalked off into the distance, his hands placed deep into his pockets. Kagura watched as he left, ensuring that she stayed hidden behind the tombstone. Her eyes softened slightly as she noticed Hijikata’s shoulders tremble, his head bowed down in grief.

After a few moments, Kagura turned back to Sougo. Why am I still here…? Although she had her umbrella, she had been outside for so long that she was still wet to the bone. Her parka clung uncomfortably to her body and her leggings and boots weighed heavily with the added water weight. Her hair had flattened considerably and her skin was pale, her fingers frozen. It was the middle of spring, but the weather was freezing cold as if the heavens were crying at the loss of Mitsuba. As such, she just could not understand why it was that Okita Sougo did not cry.

Kagura watched as Sougo removed his black suit jacket, folding it up and allowing it to hang on his right arm. Offhandedly, Kagura noted that his left arm was now out of its cast, though she was not sure if it was in usable condition as it lay limp by his side. Her eyes narrowed at the sight of his white dress shirt slowly soaking up the rain. Making sure that there were no Shinsengumi members around, she slowly made her way over to Sougo’s still form.

As she neared him, he began to speak. “You’ve been here for six hours,” he muttered, stopping Kagura in her tracks. “What the hell, China?” “You knew?” she questioned, standing slightly behind the Shinsengumi member on his left side. “It’s hard not to notice a bumbling oaf like you.” Usually, she would have shot an insult back. However, Kagura did not even have the heart to play along, today. “You’ve been here for longer,” she rationalised. “You’ll get sick. She wouldn’t want that.”

At his lack of response, Kagura turned her attention from him to look down at the pile of lilies. She knelt closer to the ground and placed her palms together in respect, softly closing her eyes. Silently, she prayed that – wherever Mitsuba was now – the eldest Okita sibling was no longer suffering. After a few moments, Kagura stood up again though she kept her eyes closed. “You can cry, y’know,” she stated, fixing her umbrella so that it covered the both of them. “There’s no-one here besides me, and I’m not looking.”

Sougo made a strange noise with his throat, somewhere between a scoff, a chuckle and a cry. “And what happened to staying out of Shinsengumi business, hah?” he questioned. “Little Yorozuya piggy.” Kagura half opened her eyes, giving Sougo a look. “I’ll be upset, as a Yorozuya, if my Shinsengumi plaything isn’t in top condition,” stated Kagura. At her response, Sougo hummed a low note.

After a long pause, Kagura spoke again. “So cry already, you stupid Chihuahua. What’s the point of holding it in?” “I’m not holding anything in,” Sougo argued. “That doesn’t explain the constipated face you’re making, right now.” “There are better ways of phrasing that, you realise?” Kagura ignored his curt quip. “What have you been doing, standing here?” she spat at him. “Would your sister be proud of you for bottling up your emotions like this?” “My sister would have wanted me to be happy, and that’s what I’m going to do, for her sake,” Sougo said, as he turned to look at the girl by his side. He gave her a defeated look. “I’m going to be happy.”

“Listen here!” yelled Kagura. “All you’re doing is making yourself hurt more. You’re meant to be a sadist, but you’re just acting like a masochist right now!” She was beginning to grow angry, the handle of her umbrella splintering under her harsh grip. “I know you, Sadist. You love your sister more than anything, don’t you? That was the only time I had ever seen you make such a disgustingly sweet face. So, that’s why, don’t hold it in. Cry, why don’t you?”

Still, Sougo stood silently. Though his eyes trembled, he would not allow himself to cry. “I can’t,” he whimpered. “What if sis’ is watching right now? She needs to see me happy.” Kagura growled at him, closing her umbrella and dropping it to the ground. “Agh, to hell with it!” she shouted, pivoting on her right foot as she shot a strong, left-knee into Sougo’s abdomen. Though it wasn’t strong enough to send him flying, Kagura was satisfied that it did the job as Sougo blinked at her in shock.

“It hurts, doesn’t it?” Kagura asked, crossing her arms over her chest. “Since it hurts so much, your sister will understand you crying just a little bit.” Sougo’s eyes widened and, after a couple of minutes had passed, he looked back down at the ground. His bottom lip began to quiver. “I-I’m not… crying because I’m sad. You hear?” he sniffled. “It’s ‘cause you had the element of surprise and it hurts. Alright? You hear?” Kagura did not say anything, only watching as Sougo kneeled on the ground and sobbed, his pants dirtied by the mud. Unsure as to what else she could do, Kagura sat down next to him and reopened her umbrella to shelter them once more. Awkwardly, she began to pat his left arm.

Instinctively, Sougo reached out with his opposite hand to grasp onto Kagura’s fingers. He gripped firmly, but gently, as if to focus himself. Then, for another hour, Sougo curled into himself and continued to cry. Kagura watched him from the corner of her eye, holding his hand and providing whatever comfort she could. Just for today, we aren’t Yorozuya and Shinsengumi. She closed her eyes and let the rain wash away her own tears. Just for today, we’ll be friends.

Author’s Note

Whoop, here we go – another chapter! And, expect another one coming soon. Maybe now? Maybe after I come home from work? Who knows, ahah. But expect it soon. ^3^

#fanfic #okikagu #gintama #okita sougo #kagura #here we goes again

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Lindsey Buckingham San Francisco - Reaction

Song by song thoughts of the SF show. I was planning to record this reaction, but I don't know when I would have time for it. --------

Don’t Look Down - A gem from 1992’s Out of the Cradle. The guitar intro is just delightful and further demonstrates his mastery of the fingerpicking style. I did not mind the piped vocals, but at some parts of the show, I was like why? I’m happy that he’s open about it with another backing band member helping out with that. I will get his name eventually.

Go Insane - in it’s full band version. Wicked awesome! I like it a lot better than his acoustic version, but I understand where he’s coming from when he does it that way. But the full band is a bop.

Lindsey speaks:

Warner Bros after many years got the bright idea of releasing a ‘best of’ his solo work. More than 30 years of work all in one thing.

He acknowledged when some dude said, “we love you, Lindsey.”

Surrender the Rain - I thought that the way that this was played was kind of like a love song. I know that lyrically, it’s not the case. It has never been played live before until this tour. It does show his age unfortunately but it’s not the worst of course. Any songs from Out of the Cradle are welcome. I did not like the ‘enhanced’ lead vocal. I know he does not sing that high anymore, and it just was weird. I mean, I would be surprised that at the end it was him doing that lead vocal, but it sounds artificial.

Not Too Late - I’m not a big fan of this song, but I do like the live version better than the studio version. The studio version has too much of his processing that was typical of the Under the Skin era. I would rather hear his aged voice 9 times out of 10 on anything.

Doing What I Can - I accept this in place of Countdown. Goddamn. It is hot, when he sings the chorus. He does that little vibrato or shaking of his voice. I’m more impressed that he could do the chorus. And damn, that guitar solo at the end.

Trouble - Better than the Kimmel performance. I don’t think Lindsey nowadays plays that well in front of a studio TV audience. The piped-in vocals are okay. They sound like Lindsey and it’s great as a backing vocal.

I Must Go - Thank god, another gem from Go Insane. I don’t like the piped-in vocals at first in the chorus, but you get used to them.

Street of Dreams - I took no video of this song. I was trying to be respectful towards his brother and his whole family. I know the song is personal to him. It’s about the death of his dad. It’s powerful when he goes into that part directly about his father because he sings with such intensity and sorrowful anger.

Lindsey acknowledged his niece, sister in law, Jeff (His brother) and wife and friends. He said that things go in circles and he joked that it’s his brother’s fault that Lindsey was standing there. Jeff looked so proud of his brother.

I apparently was sitting next to his brother and family. I know how sad it sounds that I know what his brother looks like, but he made an appearance on Lindsey’s Behind the Music episode. And they look like each other. Jeff was very happy to be there. He was cheering very hard and he was like the only one standing up for Holiday Road.

Shut Us Down - I like the live version better than the studio because once again, I don’t like the voice processing on some of the songs of the Under the Skin album. Another display of his fuckin’ awesome fingerpicking abilities.

Never Going Back Again - This song makes a lot of sense in spite of all the BS that has happened in this year. Like, yeah, it’s about their break-up originally, but if you kind of think about it in the recent context, it’s just like yeah. He’s been down one time (the break-up), two times (departure/firing in 1987), three times (firing in 2018). At least that’s how I interpret it. Yeah, Lindsey, don’t go back again.

Big Love - Another signature fingerpicking display of awesomeness. It’s the first time that I’ve seen it live in person. I do like the end of the song with all those grunts. It’s intense.

In Our Own Time - Seeds We Sow, represent! At least he picked the best song from that album, although I do personally have “One Take” and the Rolling Stone cover version of “She Smiled Sweetly as my favorites. It’s amazing how instrumentally, he can get it very close to the studio version, which is spectacular in its own right.

Slow Dancing - I did not recognize this song right away, tbh. Maybe it’s a key change or it seems like that it’s played faster or something. Heck, it’s the live debut of the song. Regardless, I’m glad he brought this song along in the tour. I secretly like the song, since it is a sexy song. Listen to the lyrics. You’ll see what I mean. And then watch the music video. The guitar outro, damn! That alone is worth it for this song.

Soul Drifter - Once again, better than what was shown on Kimmel. I don’t mind the piped-in vocals because they at least sound like Lindsey from when it was recorded back then.

Holiday Road - Fuck yeah! I don’t mind the piped-in vocals, since the song is just so fun! Except at the end where him and the band are barking like dogs. Like, what the fuck, Lindsey. You’re weird and eccentric. I get it.

Tusk -  Something went wrong during this song. When Lindsey finished the first verses, they had to stop the song. The horns, according to Brett Tuggle, weren’t working right on the computer. They had too much tequila and it was drunk. His words, not mine. Also, shout out to Jimmy Paxson for keeping the drums or rather, the cymbals, going when that exchange happened. It was fucking bonkers when it worked right. He did hiccup in his retry. It was adorable. Yes, I know that I have problems. I did not record the glitch out of respect for Lindsey and his family.

I’m So Afraid - Okay, the earlier songs established him as an acoustic fingerpicking god. He’s a fuckin’ electric guitar fingerpicking god! I mean, if you didn’t figure that out in the earlier electric songs with solos in between the lyrics… I’m kidding. This song does not get old for me.

Go Your Own Way - This is the right way of doing the song, not getting the New Zealander from Crowded House to do it. It’s Lindsey’s heartbreak and anger, not Neil Finn’s. He did not let the audience strum his guitar for the solo at the end. Security was pretty tight at the Palace of Fine Arts Theater. No video or pictures allowed, but I don’t listen and I had center seats. What could they do to me? What did Edwin Starr sing that was popularized in the 1998 film, Rush Hour, “Absolutely Nothing, say it again. Hah!”

Encore

His brother, Jeff, was like the only one putting the flashlight from his phone on. So I did it too because I’m lame and desperate. Then, I thought and joked to my mother that 98% of these people probably were not able to turn on the flashlight on their phones because the demographic was literally the AARP convention.

Band Intros - Lindsey thanked the audience, said, “it was a few little glitches, but that’s rock and roll.”

Turn It On - I love this song. It’s uplifting. “You can heal someone’s soul, you don’t even know why.” These Out of the Cradle songs are just relevant, due to the things that have been happening to him. Like, Stevie Nicks kicking him to the curb and having a big hand in firing him out of Fleetwood Mac. I mean, Out of the Cradle was heavily influenced by his 1987 departure/firing.

Down on Rodeo - I love this song too! The Under the Skin exudes softness and reflection in general. It’s a song that I’ve always wanted to hear live in person.

Treason - What a fitting end. If I wasn’t such an emotionally distant person, I would probably have cried. The chorus says it all: “Deep down there is freedom. Deep down there will be a reason. At the end of the season. We will rise from this treason.” Yes, Lindsey, we will rise from this treason. I wish nothing but luck for the success of Lindsey Buckingham’s solo tour.

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I don't want your true opinion on Timjim, I know you only see them as best friends 😭😭😭😭 it's cool it's cool

So what I'm gonna ask is who of the other boys do you think Timmy should date?

I DO LIKE THEM TOGETHER!! I DO! I'm just neutral on it in comparison to a lot of other Jimmy ships-

For Timmy I'd say either Stan or Kenny- This is solely and entirely because of the cute fanart I found on Pinterest of Dr Timothy and Mysterion- as well as how Timmy was treated in the earlier seasons by Stan. (More Dr Timothy Mysterion Shit)

I think, if Timmy were to be with Kenny, eventually Kenny would begin to understand Timmy, however, I don't think Stan would. I have no idea why I think this, but I just do. But Stan wouldn't mind, and the two would find a way to communicate in their own way.

For either ship, I can see them being very cuddly and physically wholesome- They snooze together, it's cute. Timmy gives either of them rides in his wheelchair and everyone else in school is jealous because it looks super fun. In these cases, Stan would just brag and Kenny would just flip people off HAH-.

Timmy is proud of his boyfriend (either of them) and will brag to Jimmy about it. Jimmy is glad his friend is happy but sometimes gets sick of hearing how nice his friends' life is compared to his own.

I feel that after Timmy raised like 2 million dollars in Handicar, he is filthy rich and buys both Kenny and Stan lots of presents to pamper them. Video games and plushes! He loves to spoil them. And whenever he does, the other two end up feeling bad and spoiling him back, and so they just end up getting lots of shit they like, as well as cute boyfriend moments!

If I were to sum Stan x Timmy up it'd be: Popular Bastard x Slightly Smarter Popular Bastard (You can't convince me Timmy isn't popular).

If I were to sum up Kenny x Timmy it would be: Horny Bastard x Wholesome Bastard.

Also, not opposed to Mimsy x Nathan-

#timmy ships are so cute #south park ship #south park ships #south park meme #south park memes #south park timmy #south park timmy burch #south park stan #south park stan marsh #south park kenny #south park kenny mccormick #stan marsh #timmy burch #kenny mccormick #sp ship #sp ships #sp meme #sp memes #sp timmy #sp timmy burch #sp stan #sp stan marsh #sp kenny #sp kenny mccormick

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Jimmy legit starts working out so he gets real muscles naturally without any drugs involved,he feels so proud of himself for it

Ever since the whole incident in "Up The Down Steroid" I think Jimmy has become very honest and has garnered a lot of integrity and respect for just, literally anything. I think his fight on censorship is evidence of this, starting in "Quest for Ratings."

Also, if he were to do what was mentioned above, he would be so humble about it ya just know it. Like he'd be like one of those guys who always wears the long sleeve so you don't know that they're kinda beefy so when you find out you're really shocked cause you thought the boy was lanky asf hah-

#south park #south park meme #south park memes #south park hcs #south park headcanons #meme #memes #jimmy valmer #south park jimmy #south park jimmy valmer #sp jimmy #sp clyde #sp meme #sp memes #sp hcs #sp headcanons