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I just wanted to say hi 😔 you look lonely 😔😔

Hi Mrs. D 😁

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Hello, Sebastian. I've tried to be nice to you, dear, but you really do make it difficult. What do you want this time?

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Things in the RFTH #2 that happened that I will replay alot:

[They were reacting to the Meringue Haberdashery and I haven't watched it recently in solidarity to them reacting to it] - Luke back in his short hair (OMGITAJ-era) and glasses my beloved so can't wait to see that hairstyle in future longforms. - Sam and AJ immediately not understanding one another 3 minutes in the stream as Luke loudly laughs in the background. AJ: Oh you meant the show! Sam: No, I mean my testicles. WHAT DID YOU THINK I MEAN?! - Alexander "That's disgusting" Jeremy in regard to the longform's audio quality. - "Oh, it's that play" Someone from the audience that made me and Sam crack up - Tom: I preferred short hair luke to long hair luke. AJ: I think short hair Luke always win actually, when you cut it like this I think it's pretty cool. - IS THE SHORT HAIR HERE TO STAY?! Hopefully. I love him in every variation. - "Don't make me point my dck at you in rage!" BANGER - Sam's hair is so gorgeously luscious. - Them reacting to younger-j having a meltdown and him turning red. - I love them just being fond of AJ when he does "younger brother" coded things. - me being slightly emotional that they used to ask for stage space and now being able to do almost 50 minutes of a longform. - THEY'RE GONNA REACT TO UNRELENTING AUBERGINE MY BELOVED!! LETS GO. Personal favorite lore drop: - Luke in regards to Sam's face during the Pumpkin Queen Sketch: He continually does the face that his ex-wife used to give me when I turned up un-announced at his flat. *insert trademark laugh of his*

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feeling not normal. I need to. put my blorbo in a jar. and shake.

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Take your time! [remembers hes holding flowers] oh and these are for y’all. The daisies are for you and the tulips are for Meg [smiles]

[knocks on the door with two bouquets of flowers] hi I’m here to ask you to dinner?

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My, you’re certainly persistent…

…Some forewarning would’ve been nice, but I’ll go tell my wife.

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Oh I’m sorry, you told me to take you out to dinner so. Here I am [little jazz hands]. If now’s a bad time, I can. Come back later?

[knocks on the door with two bouquets of flowers] hi I’m here to ask you to dinner?

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My, you’re certainly persistent…

…Some forewarning would’ve been nice, but I’ll go tell my wife.

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If I was in a sfth esque improv group id hate to be the AJ, as in I'd feel awful about being what looks like the least popular/under appreciated member. This is not ofc criticism for sfth or anything like that I just feel like fans often reduce aj down to his extremely silly/ unplanned moments while all the other members get praise for their acting skills and purposeful comedic timing. Sorry if this is too negative just wanted to get the thought out.

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@sapphicfromthehipweek

SaFTHW Day 1-AU: University AU

Read on ao3

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…margaery???

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sfthmm happened. hear me out (spoilers for sfthmm, if you haven’t read it go read it right tf now)

derek is really into murder mysteries so he chose to throw a murder mystery dinner for his stag do, and everyone got really into it (esp margery bc that’s her grandson, of course she’s into it). margery’s the one who managed to score wayne manor as the venue; she has connections to andre beetroot and andre has connections to batman (andre actually wrote the story for the game, he’s very proud of it) rumpled was less than thrilled to learn he was the murderer but he put his whole rumpussy into his character motive/acting/all that. all the victims got to come up with their own deaths, which is why they were all so personal.

ethel was not invited. she has a sixth sense for stag dos and just showed up anyway.

before this got submitted I got given a teaser by nicky that said "am I really about to make a submission with the phrase 'he put his whole rumpussy into it?'". this is important information.

anyways @phantombegruvia this is canon, right? right?????

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Phantom Of Hornchurch incorrect quotes because I can (includes blessedroll/phandrews):

Julian: Hey, what’s your Netflix password?

Begruvia: ihopeyoudie

Julian: Thank you!

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Andrews, at Begruvia: Of course you have blood all over you, and pronouns.

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Andrews, throwing a pokeball at Begruvia: Begruvia, I choose you!

Begruvia, not looking up from their book and catching it: You need an Ultra ball to catch this Legendary Pokémon.

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Julian: What are your adjectives?

Julian's Mum: …You mean my pronouns?

Julian: No, I know what your pronouns are! What are your adjectives?

Julian's Mum: …I dunno. What are yours?

Julian: Noisy and chaotic!

Julian's Mum: I’ve never had something go from making no sense to making complete sense so quickly.

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Julian, cowering in fear: What do you want from me?!

Begruvia, standing in front of Julian: *bites into the whole KitKat bar like a heathen*

Julian, crying: Please...stop...

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Andrews: This bloodline ends with me.

Julian's Mum: That's the fanciest way I've ever heard someone say "I'm gay".

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Julian: Wow, did you hear that voice crack?

Begruvia: That wasn't a voice crack, that was a whole voice meth.

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Begruvia: *hiding something in their coat* I think we should adopt another kid!

Andrews: No.

Begruvia: Why not?

Andrews: Because when you say “kid”, you mean “cat”, and we already have fifteen of those.

Begruvia: *unzips coat* Sixteen.

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Begruvia: I'd make fun of your height but there isn't enough to make fun of.

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Begruvia: I dropped Julian.

Julian's Mum: Begruvia, what the fuck.

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[sighs dramatically] that could be us

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Little krampus is the fourth caravan brother

krampus is the third caravan bro… he branched out.

okay sfthrpcord ref

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So no head?

Entertainnn meee

I'm not a zoo animal, Sebastian Isaac, go bother someone else. If you turn up at my door once more this week, I'll have to start trapping it. That is a threat, dear.

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A threat or a promise 😼

Entertainnn meee

I'm not a zoo animal, Sebastian Isaac, go bother someone else. If you turn up at my door once more this week, I'll have to start trapping it. That is a threat, dear.

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Ash. What the fuck. Ash. Why. Ash. :(

'Til Death Do Us Part 2059 words

A SFTH Murder Mystery companion fic

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It's Derek's big day, and he is anxious, obviously. His friends he met at Wayne Manor offer their support.

(CWs in tags, they do get quite spoilery though, so be warned)

Derek straightened his tie for what felt like the millionth time that hour. He was breathing, in and out, trying to compose himself. He squeezed his hand shut, then opened it. Squeeze, open. In, out.

He stared at himself in the mirror. He doesn't remember the last time he was this.. ‘done up’. He wasn't sure he liked how he looked in the navy suit.

Squeeze, open. In, out.

He wanted to see Titch, but Titch was adamant that they didn't see each other until the ceremony. Superstitions and all that, Derek would like to think he didn't believe in them, but they do have a witch officiating, so they probably do exist.

“Are you going to calm down soon?” His best man called from behind, kicking his leg off the edge of the bed, “you're going to get sweat all over your blazer..”

Derek and John Jacob had gotten close after their dinner at Wayne Manor. If not for André Beetroot's time travel-thingy the two wouldn't have been able to communicate after their official meeting. They couldn't actually travel through time, but they sent letters.

They became time-pen-pals, that was the name Derek had given them on a whim, and it stuck.

“Of course I'm going to be nervous, JJ!” Derek flailed his arms about, turning to face John, “it's my wedding day.. if all goes to plan I'll only have one!” Derek's eyes widened, “oh god, but what if it doesn't and we separate and we never see each other again and-”

John sighed, pushing himself off the bed and positioning himself next to Derek. He tapped the other’s shoulder (having to go on his top-toes to do so), “I'm not able to tell you the future, Andre might be able too, if you asked him,” he giggled slightly at his own joke, “but, uh, I haven't known you long, but even I can tell you and Titch are perfect for each other. He loves you, and that's what matters.”

“But what if one day he decides he doesn't?”

“That day isnae today,” John smiled, “what today is, however, is your wedding day. You're going to go stand at the altar and marry the man you love, okay?”

Derek attempted a smile, he was unsure if it actually did look like a smile, and not like a grimace, “okay.”

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Derek was anxious again. This time, he couldn't see himself in the mirror. This time, he was staring down the makeshift aisle they had made on their farm; the very same aisle that James would walk Titch down to meet him at the altar.

He was thinking about it again; he could imagine Titch taking one look at him, and running off the other way. Derek felt like he was losing his head and mind.

But, JJ said that today was going to go fine. And Derek wanted to believe him.

Margaery stood in the middle of the floral arch, looking through the bible, before grimacing and throwing it into the mud. She sensed his fear, as she always did, and squeezed his forearm, “you okay, Gangles?”

Derek blinked, “hm? Yeah, uh, yeah, fine, great in fact. Yeah.”

She lifted an eyebrow, “kid, I may be on drugs that are even older than I am, and that's saying something, but I can still tell when you're lying to me. It doesn't help that you aren't very good at it, either.”

“I don't need another pep talk, I've had one already,” he glanced to where JJ was sparking up a conversation with Helter Skelter.

“And I wasn't planning on giving you one,” she shrugged, “but I know that boy loves you more than he does anything else. If he had to save either you or the aubergines, I know who he'd choose.”

“How'd you know that?”

“I know a lot of things I shouldn't, boy,” she patted his back, “but you must be real stupid to not see it in the way he looks at you.”

Derek didn't say a word, he didn't need to. Margaery knew that her words, and her presence, was much appreciated. She, without warning, pulled him into a hug - quite uncharacteristic for her, but not unwelcome. He deflated in her grip, and just let her hold him.

She pulled back and held his face, wiping at his cheeks.

Derek pushed her hands off him, “are you okay?” he eyed her suspiciously.

“I just wanted to-” she cleared her throat, “I'm proud of you, Derek.”

“You're using my actual name, is today really that important to you?” He smiled, a genuine one this time.

“Hey, it's not my fault that out of my two-thousand years of living, you and your soon-to-be husband are up there in my favourite people list,” she winked at him, “not the top of the list though.”

Derek feigned shock, “and who is?”

“Abe,” she said nonchalantly, “he was a good man, but his unfortunate demise ruined a rather good showing of Our American Cousin. It's a shame really, I was enjoying it.”

Derek barely had any time to process before Amanda called him, wearing a burnt orange fitted suit. Her new girlfriend, Esmeralda, smiled her way. She was wearing a crimson dress that trailed on the floor ever-so slightly. Her parasol protected her from the sun.

Derek parted from Margaery and went towards them.

Amanda and Esmeralda had met at Wayne Manor, too, and had hit it off immediately. They two made it official a few months after the party.

“John told us that you are feeling a little nervous,” Amanda says.

“There’s no need to worry, dear,” Esmeralda soothes, “I can help calm you down a little if you need.”

“No, me and Titch made it clear,” Derek said matter-of-factly, “no magic allowed. We just want a magic free day, for once.”

“Of course, dear,” the vampire smiles warmly, a cruel but welcome juxtaposition to her cold touch.

“I just.. why am I feeling like this?” Derek fidgeted with his hands.

“Like what? Like your guts are being squished by claws?” Amanda's gaze was soft, “that's just love, honey.”

“Yeah?”

“Trust me,” Amanda winked, “I've felt it many times.”

Esmeralda feigned an exaggerated shock, “I wasn't the first woman you fell in love with?”

“Far from it, babe,” she smirked.

“Well, stab me in the heart with a stake, why don't you?” Esmeralda held her hand to her chest, “it would hurt less!” she giggled.

Amanda raised her own hand to cover her girlfriend's, “you are the one who twisted my guts the most.”

“Okay, ew, gross,” Derek raised his hands, “that is a gross allegory and I don't like it.”

Amanda and Esmeralda laughed, and Esmeralda’s free gloved hand reached to take Derek's, “that's understandable, but we are just saying that that anxiety you're feeling is just love, alright? And I bet Titch is feeling the same.”

“That's what JJ and Margaery said,” Derek huffed, “that's all anyone's saying-”

“Hej!” Helter Skelter, donned in a white suit, interrupted, “what's going on over here? John decided that Margaery was much more interesting than I am.”

“Which is objectively true,” Amanda shrugged, her eyes glinting with mischief.

“Hey! I have had an interesting life, thank you very much!”

“More interesting than the immortal witch who sells drugs for a living and once went on a date with a time traveller?”

“Well- I, uh,” Helter gulped, “I won the European Bobsledding Competition! So, uh.. yeah you're right.”

Derek let himself laugh, a little weight off his shoulders. From the corner of his eye, he saw Ethel flail about, and making Juliet accidentally spill her own wine on her. Her pure white stola stained a pinky-red. She began to scream at Ethel, who couldn't care less.

“Are you excited, Derek?” Helter asked, “your big day!”

“Yeah, I think I am?”

“He's nervous though,” Amanda teased.

“Isn't that a good thing?” Helter tilted his head, “I've never.. been in love, I don't think I ever will, but isn't it normal to be nervous on your wedding day?”

“It is,” Esmeralda said, her accent prominent, “I was on mine.”

“Oh, and you got upset that you weren't the first woman I fell in love with?” Amanda placed her hands on her hips.

“I've lived centuries, darling, and it wasn't a woman, it was a man.”

“Ew,” Amanda gagged.

“Hey!” Derek feigned offense, “I'm right here!”

“Good,” Amanda grinned, “but seriously, Helter’s right, it is a good thing you're nervous. You want today to go perfectly and it will, alright?”

“Alright,” Derek smiled, “but if it doesn't I'm blaming you three, Margaery and JJ.”

“Of course, sweetheart,” Esmeralda patted his forearm, “now go on, Titch will be here soon!”

“Fine, fine!” Derek waved goodbye to the small group, and made his way to the altar. On the way there he spotted Tarquin and Tracey in an incredibly active conversation.

Tarquin pinched his nose, and mimed as if he was underwater, while Tracey seemed to be threatening him as she ran a finger over her throat. The two soon laughed it off, obviously not really mad at each other.

Derek found himself chuckling along, coming to a stop when he made it to the altar. JJ stood slightly to the side, fidgeting with his suit, while Margaery and Rumpled were in conversation.

Margaery was crying. Why was she crying? She never cried. Did something happen?

Rumpled took one look at him, and walked away. Derek watched him go, before turning back to the witch, “Margaery, are you-”

But, Margaery looked.. fine. There were no tear marks on her cheeks, her eyes weren't bloodshot like they were just a second ago. In fact, she was beaming.

“Gangles, are you ready?” she said, and Derek couldn't understand what he just saw. She was crying, wasn't she?

“I think so?” Maybe it was just some sort of symptom of wedding day stress? He was going to go with that. Better to not lose his head over something so insignificant, right?

She squealed (it sounded like a sob, why did it sound like a sob), “good! I've just had word that Titch has arrived, let's get the show on the road!”

Without warning a slow, orchestral version of Die With A Smile started to echo through the field. Poppy turned the corner, her red choker glistened in the sunlight.

She threw black rose petals up into the air, as she skipped down the-

Wait, black petals? They had agreed on the traditional red? Did Titch decide last minute on something else?

The man in question turned the corner, and Derek felt like he had never been more in love. His past squabbles had flown out the window as he watched his soon-to-be husband walk down the aisle, dressed in a formal brown suit.

Derek felt the tears well up, it was happening. He was about to marry the love of his life and it was the happiest he's ever felt.

Titch had found his way to the altar, and now stood opposite him. Derek felt a proud smile creep onto his face, and Titch mirrored it. Titch mouth, ‘you okay?’

And Derek nodded, he was better than okay. He was going to marry the love of his life and-

And.

And, they say that the brain stays active after death. Only for about seven minutes, but that's still such a long time.

They say that during those seven minutes, the mind replays your entire life, one final reminder of who you were.

Derek's brain never worked normally, he supposed. His brain decided to show him a scenario that never could happen.

Derek decided that the scenario he was given was infinitely more welcome than the other option - he had never lived the best life. He was glad he could get to experience what was said to be the happiest day a person could live.

Even if it wasn't real.

He didn't feel much, physically after his death. But he guessed that was what decapitation would do to you.

Despite that, he felt a sensation tingle in his hair. His hair was wet, and his face was warm as somebody he couldn't quite remember the name of even if it was at the tip of his tongue held him close as his brain, in a moment of mercy, finally switched off.

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Sarah making me rethink the whole “gay” thing

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"Zis isn't ze first time zat, I've heard zat."

Sarah takes a long draw from her cigarette before leaning in. Taking your chin.

"I've had been told zat I am quite a great kisser."

She then turns your head away.

"But I would never betray my husband."

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the many hairstyles of luke manning according to my sibling (who is ill and just back from military camp)

“2018 lesbian”

“pedro pascal but white”

“ginger harry potter”

“nick nelson”

“justin bieber”

“chase from house md”

“6’4 non-chalant feminist or performative male if you will”

(IT HAS NO IDEA HOW FUNNY THAT IS)