#arbys -> taglist

[shouyuus]

❝ a desert community where the sun is hot, the moon is beautiful, and mysterious lights pass overhead while everyone pretends to sleep... ❞

❝ WELCOME TO NIGHTVALE.ᐟ ❞

... i am your host cecil palmer rain (yuu/yui), in my third century decade of time on this earth, and i am definitely not an angel living in old woman josie's attic...

feel free to visit the nightvale public library (the librarians have prophesized of your coming), or stop by the dog park where dogs are definitely not allowed... just remember not to acknowledge the lights above the arbys, even though everyone agrees they aren't that impressive anyway...

and now a look at the community calendar:

⤷ brat - multi-fandom, nsfw, brat tamer drabble collection ⤷ aphrodite made me!! - lads nsfw mini series

© 2024 shouyuus any plagiarism and/or feeding of my work to ai is strictly prohibited by the sheriff's secret police as well as the hooded figures that wander in the dark.

❝ there's a special place in hell. it's really hip. very exclusive. ❞

❝ GOODNIGHT LISTENERS,

GOODNIGHT...❞

[celeste-clearwater-06]

EYYY SINCE YOU GUYS BLEW UP THE FIRST ONE, HERE'S PART 2

rip thorin's company, you would have loved... (Pt. 2)

nori

r.i.p. nori you would have loved public prank videos

kai cenat

nft hate train

lego batman movie

lock picking kits

bifur

r.i.p. bifur you would have loved google translate

those crazy indian tiktok edits

heated blankets

dashcam footage

rug cleaning videos

bombur

r.i.p. bombur you would have loved cooking with lynja

oscar mejer weiner mobile

disney world

shamwow

scented candles

oin

r.i.p. oin you would have loved hearing aids

gated communities

britain’s got talent

dollar general

neosporin

gloin

r.i.p. gloin you would have loved wwe restling

tiktok story times

the american national anthem

flex tape commercials

arby’s

tauriel

r.i.p. tauriel you would have loved grwm videos

shooting ranges

emma watson

minimalist tattoos

rompers

thranduil

r.i.p. thranduil you would have loved only fans

matching pajama sets

silk sheets

dress to impress

the grammy’s drama

bard

r.i.p. bard you would have loved posting your daughters on facebook

karen’s getting karma

ford trucks

window ac units

reese’s cups

radagast

r.i.p. radagast you would have loved ferrets

panera bread co

georgia aquarium

astrology signs

furries

HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED THIS PART I WAS DYING WRITING THISSS LMAO 🩷💕💓

Also let me know if you want to be included in my LOTR/THE HOBBIT TAGLIST!!

tag list : [ @kumqu4t @blueberryrock @to-be-frank-i-dont-care @luna-xial @legolaslovely @fizzyxcustard @pistachiozombie @imaginexhobbit @beenovel ]

[roxyteal]

1. Favorite colour: Seagreen, turquoise, teal. Just that general spectrum of colors. Also pink :)

2. Last song: I Am (All But Gone) by Koethe feat. Arbi

3. Currently reading: The Clockmaker's Daughter by Kate Morton

4. Currently watching: Girl With The Dogs "This Bowling Ball Of A Cat Really Knows How To Enjoy A Spa Day"

5. Craving: Shrimp but I just had some

6. Coffee or tea: Either is fine, today is tea

Tagging: @primordial0riginator @kadzhi @cornbread818 @devilseven6667 @nilikyth @chibitacolord @splitathon @qwertypc-game17 @shapeshxrrk @wonderingdemon @slivka-is-weird-i-guess

Okay that's a huge taglist SORRY Y'ALL. If you're not tagged but want to, go for it

Tagged by @frogblast-the-ventcore, original reblog chain was way too long for my liking

GET TO KNOW YOUR MUTUALS!

Rules: answer and tag six people you want to know better

1. Favourite colour: blue, green and gold :3 2. Last Song: shonci - CHEGOU 3 3. Currently reading: <err.null> 4. Currently watching: <err.null> 5. Craving: mental stability :( 6. Coffee or Tea: 🍋 tea

Tagging @thediam0ndt @bacony-cakes @fictionalafvsmybeloved @spinn-virus @garygoldenbignaturals @skyrim-crossing

[awkwardplantwrites]

I’m at 5507 words! More than halfway to my 10k goal! Man this epistolary format has been so much easier to write than a conventional story, I’ve written most of the end and middle, so I just have to fill in the beginning and I should be all set! I might finish this by next week if all goes according to plan. I also have moodboards finished, which I’ll post maybe tomorrow? :D in the meantime, here’s another excerpt!

(Charlotte’s letter)

Around Midnight the concert ended. Downed a couple of beers afterwards. My friends found this abandoned shopping cart behind an Arby’s and we took turns pushing each other down a hill on it.  Midnight is my favourite time of day, what’s yours? I love how cool the night air is and everything is shrouded in darkness and mystery and excitement~ Maybe I should do more stuff during night-time, ooh I wonder if I could do ghost hunting?! That would be cool as hell. Naiche might know where to find an abandoned building to look for some ghosts, I’ll keep you updated and let you know if I end up getting a ghost gf lol!

When I was in that shopping cart, my vision went all wavy as drunkenness kicked in, and you know those tunnels at fun houses that are full of fairy lights and the mirrors make it seem like they lights are completely surrounding you? (google says they’re called Infinity Mirror rooms) Flying down the hill in that cart was just as brainweirding as that, I kinda felt like an alien zipping by all the stars in a UFO.

send me an ask if you’d like to be added to the taglist for updates on this!

taglist: @firesidefantasy​

[plantvenuss]

The Hunt Peter Parker x Reader 2

A/N : IF you want to be added to the series for ‘The Hunt’ Taglist just let me know in the comments💕 Or if you have any questions about the series, don’t be afraid to drop an anonymous ask! updates might be slow since I’ve started being busy again.

ANYWAYS, this chapter is TRASH so, don’t expect it to be good. Sorry for the long wait, the next update should be coming soon and IT’LL be BETTER than the THIS ONE. Don’t be afraid to send asks about the storyline!

Here’s part one if you’ve missed it! 🕷.

-

 It didn’t take a-lot of convincing for Tony to get you to agree to the mission and out of the compound within days.

“School starts in a few days,” He said giddily, bouncing on the edge of your bed as you packed heaps of clothes Tony had provided you into your suitcase.

“don’t need to keep reminding me, Tony.” you responded. It had been three days since you agreed you were going to keep an ‘eye’ out for Spider-man, and Tony just wouldn’t get off of your back about it now.

“I know, It’s- I’m so excited. No kids around the compound, just me and Pepper all alone...” 

You shot him a glare, “I don’t need to hear about your sex life with Pepper.”

He laughed and held his hands up, “You’re old enough for that, right? how old are you sixteen? seventeen?” he asked looking at you and wiggling his eyebrows. You rolled you eyes, moving across the room to your dresser taking out the spare pillow you had placed in there when you first moved in.

“Guess not,” he stopped speaking to think, lifting his finger up to his chin to tap it. “say, (Y/N) ever heard about the birds and the bee’s?” he teased, you giggled hurling the pillow you once held to his stomach, he grunted and you snorted at his dramatic act. 

“you, are such a dad!” 

“me?” he pointed at himself the pretended to gag. “never.”

“Now hurry up and pack otherwise you’re grounded.” 

-

So now here you were standing in your, as Tony called it “undercover apartment,” in the middle of your room, staring outside of your window and into the sleeping city of Queens. You had moved into a small, but fancy two bedroom condo a few kilometers away from the school you were attending and Spider-man’s apartment who you learned after reading hours worth of files actual name is ‘Peter Parker.’

His name rolled off of your tongue easily as you repeated it, circling around your room with a file that was marked ‘ # 10 ‘ in your hand. 

You had already learned everything about him back to front. His interests, his hobbies his depressingly boring after school activities and his relationships in- and- out of school.

Parents- DECEASED 

Uncle - DECEASED 

Aunt- ALIVE

You felt bad for him, horrible even but you couldn’t help but frown about it, this was going to make getting him to trust you 100 x harder and you knew it. He’d have VARIOUS barriers up to protect himself, and Judging by his very horrible snapshot, he doesn’t strike you as a person that likes to talk about it- hell, he’d probably even cry mid-sentence.

Where did Tony say he recruited this guy again?

You huffed, running a hand through your hair the best you could without pulling on it since it was VERY tangled and damaged. As much as you acted like you didn’t want to do it, you were glad that Tony was taking you to a salon, and that he basically pressured you into this mission, It gave you time to relax out of the field and personally experience what life at high school would’ve been like if you hadn’t refused Tony’s offer at an education.

----

“yeah, why are we doing this again?” you asked stepping to the side as a blonde woman barged passed you with her Michael- Kors bag. 

“Nine,” He counted before he turned his attention to you. “because, he started his eyes directly moving to hairs sticking out of your hoodie. “if you haven’t noticed your hair is- MUCH need of some professional help. Plus, your hair makes you recognizable, people look at you and see (Y/N) the avenger.”

“Tony, no-one recognized me.” You stated giving him a look, he returned one as he looked at you through his tilted glasses. “Okay, what about that one woman who practically ran through traffic-”

“- to take a picture with you.” he bit his tongue and folded his arms together, defeated. Suddenly, he snapped and clicked his fingers, pointing at you.

“What about that kid that wanted you to use your powers to get his cat out of the tree,” your nose flared, “and then asked you for your autograph.”

“Still knew who you were, though.” He reasoned, bumping his arm with your shoulder.

“whatever.” you ended the argument, as his attention was now diverted somewhere else. The door opened. “I count ten, I win.” 

“yeah, well done, kid.” he quickly praised you as he took off his tinted glasses, smiled and held his arm open as a short, grey haired women dressed ridiculously with beads hanging off her neck walked into his embrace.

They exchanged a few whispers, even though you could clearly hear them. You remained where you were, deciding that it would be too awkward if you just randomly joined the “conversation”

He turned to you then the woman, after a few more word exchanges he motioned for you to come over and you obliged, dragging your feet across the marble floor the woman cringed and hurriedly rushed over to stop you from leaving skid marks across her floor.

“and you must be (Y/N) (L/N).” she forced as smile placing both hands on your shoulders while trying to not turn around and check if you actually left marks on her floor.

“Nice to meet you.” You said as you came to a halt in front of tony who was warning you with his eyes to behave.

“right,” she clapped both of her hands together as she stood next to tony instead. She turned to tony who returned a smile, “can we make her not look like her at all?” 

She turned to you and put rested her fingers against her chin. “Well, let’s see what we’re working with, shall we?” you sighed reaching for the top of your hoodie, ashamed of the jungle you had for hair, you peeled back the hoodie.

“Jésus-Christ est le Seigneur,” she gasped, her hand resting on her chest and the other above her lips, You could feel Tony’s body tense as he tried to stifle his laugh. She walked closer bringing her fingers against the ends of your hair, she parted a section and examined it.

“Oh, you poor, poor thing.” She sighed.

“So, what can we do?” Tony asked reaching into his pockets to grab some money, she held up a hand stopping him before turning back to you.

“Pas besoin, je vais apprivoiser ce lion moi-même.“

-

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-

“What’s wrong now?” Ned asked as they shifted down the line of Arby’s. 

“I don’t know,” Peter answered honestly as he looked around, something felt off to him, he tapped his foot a few times before continuing. “It Just feels like someone’s following me.” he whispered. Ned gasped before clapping his hands together excitedly.

“Do you think someone’s after you again?” He asked, Peter had to quiet him down before he could continue, “Like that time you thought Liz’s dad broke out of Jail and was trying to kill you again except it was just Mj?” Peter shuddered at the memory before they both moved further into the line.

“Yeah?” a voice called out from the booth, they turned there head’s and waved to Mj before they both realized what happened.

“No, I mean- yeah but this time it’s stronger, something feels off.”

“OH MY GOD ARE WE GOING TO DIE?” Ned yelled, Peter clamped his mouth shut and apologized to the people who whipped their heads around.

“Dude,” peter whined as the door opened. “Happy?”

Happy exhaled before standing behind them,

 “Hey, Kid.”

-

-

“voici le look fini! aimez-vous?“ you opened your eyes and almost gasped yourself, you hair looked so rich- so healthy so- different.

Tony stood behind you with a grin plastered from ear to ear while obnoxiously chewing his gum. 

“You ready Kid?” 

-

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PETER PARKER - The Hunt Taglist :

@thenerdiverse @house-arya @dear-selena @mirakeul @rubberducky-jrr @sterassion @silence-of-the-doctor

FOREVER TAGLIST :

@wittysunflower 

[writing-is-a-martial-art]

Taglist:

@apocalypsewritersers @pagesofcursivee @47crayonss @lady-of-himringng @dandelion-teaea @arbitreneart @wizardfromthesea @enchanted-lightning-aes @pixelw0rds @copper-dragon-in-disguise @sylvar-writes-fantasy @a-completely-normal-writer @wildswrites @aalinaaaaaa @ink-fireplace-coffee  @dumbass-prince-of-the-skies @aeipathys-blog @carefulpyromancer  @sar-per @decodamalion @euphoniouspandemonium @ashen-crest @sagasofazeria @imstillherebitchesa-blog @writeouswriter @soapstrings @doeskies @spyroluva @the-amber-droid-dreams @amywrites256 @bloody-hugs @thingys-reblooged @the-orangeauthor @writing2sirvive @thearcannevoid @hungryslothwrites @vacantgodling @authorofstories55 @lockejhaven @arbys-haunted-turnover @theglitchywriterboi @verisimlitude @salamandersofftheclock

ID under cut:

My textbook says 

the first thing to form is the mouth.

We show we’re alive by crying:

the mouth remembers

there is someone to care for us.

With all the love put into me

I would be foolish 

not to ache for it.

My body tells me

I wasn’t made

to be alone.

How good we are 

at holding each other.

Have you eaten yet, have you eaten yet?

[writing-is-a-martial-art]

Slightly edited this so I am actually content with it, sorry taglist guys, you're getting this (interact with this post to be added, contact me to be removed)

Taglist under cut

@apocalypsewriters @pagesofcursive @47crayons @lady-of-himring @dandelion-tea @arbitreneart @wizardfromthesea @enchanted-lightning-aes @pixelw0rds @copper-dragon-in-disguise @sylvar-writes-fantasy @a-completely-normal-writer @wildswrites @aalinaaaaaa @ink-fireplace-coffee  @dumbass-prince-of-the-skies @aeipathys-blog @carefulpyromancer  @sar-per @decodamalion @euphoniouspandemonium @bamboozled-boi @ashen-crest @sagasofazeria @imstillherebitchesa-blog @writeouswriter @soapstrings @doeskies @spyroluva @the-amber-droid-dreams @amywrites256 @bloody-hugs @thingys-reblooged @the-orangeauthor @writing2sirvive @thearcannevoid @hungryslothwrites @impaledlotus @authorofstories55 @lockejhaven @arbys-haunted-turnover @ehlaaaaaaaa @theglitchywriterboi @verisimlitude @salamandersofftheclock

Hello hi may I interest you all in some Goncharov fan poetry?

Original Russian version and transcript under cut

Original:

Послушай, сын своего отца, 

Послушай, человек рода, 

Не скажешь

какого рода ты человек? 

Часы на сте��е, 

Всё, старые, ходите? 

Куда вам спешить?

На что вы скорые? 

Нельзя ли

Взять небольшой антракт, 

Нам бы ещё до развязки

Смеяться взахлеб, 

И жалеть, 

И прощать, 

И вспоминать как когда-то украдкой

Сбивались со скрипта на слова треть. 

Друг человек, 

Друг - человек ли? 

Имя и смех и глаза любимые, 

И давно зазубренные линии

С линий твоих губ. 

Ты не забыл, 

Что в третьем акте? 

Тебе не страшно, а может

Ты понял давно,

Что всё понарошку

А мы тем более? 

Часы на стене, 

Идите, спешите, 

Пусть поскорее кончается зрелище, 

Пусть поскорее мы кончаемся, 

Образы и обман. 

Пусть в тишине, 

В кинотеатре заброшенном

Там, в углу, в каморке в прожектором, 

Где нету актов, актёров, сценариев, 

Мы разберёмся без театральностей 

Что же мы с тобой. 

Translation:

Listen, o son of your father, 

listen, o man of your kind, 

won't you tell me

what kind of man you are? 

Clock on the wall, 

still going, old-timer?

Where are you going,

why are you hurrying? 

Couldn't you

make an intermission, 

so that before the denouement

we could laugh without stopping

and regret

and forgive

and recall how once, for a third of a word, 

we dared go off-script. 

Dearest person, 

dearest, are you a person? 

Your name and laughter and lovely eyes, 

and the studied lines

off the lines of your lips. 

Do you remember 

how the third act goes? 

Have you no fear, or perhaps

do you know by now

that everything's fake, 

us, especially? 

Clock on the wall, 

go, hurry, 

let the show end faster, 

let us end faster,

illusions and lies. 

And may in the darkness, 

in the empty cinema, 

there, in the corner of the protection room,

where there are no scripts, no acts and no actors, 

we figure out

without the theatrics

what we are, 

you and I. 

[writing-is-a-martial-art]

Poking the general taglist folk (interact with this post to be added, contact me to be removed): @apocalypsewriters @pagesofcursive @47crayons @lady-of-himring @dandelion-tea @arbitreneart @wizardfromthesea @enchanted-lightning-aes @pixelw0rds @copper-dragon-in-disguise @sylvar-writes-fantasy @a-completely-normal-writer @wildswrites @aalinaaaaaa @ink-fireplace-coffee @dumbass-prince-of-the-skies @aeipathys @carefulpyro @sar-per @decodamalion @euphoniouspandemonium @bamboozled-boi @ashen-crest @sagasofazeria @imstillherebitchesa-blog @andiwriteunderthemoon @writeouswriter @soapstrings @doeskies @spyroluva @the-amber-droid-dreams @amywrites256 @bloody-hugs @thingys-reblooged @the-orangeauthor @writing2sirvive @thearcannevoid @hungryslothwrites @impaledlotus @authorofstories55 @lockejhaven @arbys-haunted-turnover @ehlaaaaaaaa @theglitchywriterboi @verisimlitude

Why Do You Write About Monsters

TW/CW: brief mentions of queerphobia, ableism, xenophobia and other forms bigotry. Also the text is red (it just works in my head better like that).

"Well?" your voice is a quiver of all the wrong tones. You wanted to be seen. You forgot the cost. "What do you think?"

"It's good…" 

 but? 

"But why do you always write about monsters?"

The simplest question. There is no complete answer to that question

You write about monsters because the first time you heard of possession you thought 'what a fate: to be only seen and heard through a body that isn't yours, every interaction tainted with the knowledge that you should've been someone else.'

You thought then that the feeling clawing at your innards was fear. 

You write about monsters because every time a villain got defeated with the power of love, 

you watched them fall off their arbitrary cliff with their arbitrary scream and you reached your hand out, knowing you mustn't:

a creature that cannot love the way a man ought to love a woman and a woman a man surely deserves such a fate. 

You never were too fond of cliffs. 

You write about monsters because the mad scientist that cackles all the time and moves in bizarre patterns and speaks in strange ways earned his end – he dared be a scientist, and worse, he dared act mad. 

You don't laugh without stopping yourself. 

You took to biting your hands to keep them from moving. 

The thing in your chest grew teeth. 

You write about monsters because you always thought about the creature hiding in your closet and you tried not to know what it was hiding from. 

You write about monsters because hooked noses and bushy eyebrows and evil accents and scary hunchbacks and greedy scheming fat people and, and, and… 

You write about monsters because you're the only one to let them be monsters and let them be happy. 

You write about monsters because the Beast can never be the Prince in a way they will find sufficient, because the cure to monstrosity is the cure to life. 

You write about monsters because, in the end, you are selfish. 

There is nobody you would write about rather than yourself. 

[writing-is-a-martial-art]

General taglist (interact with this post to be added/removed

@apocalypsewriters @pagesofcursive @47crayons @lady-of-himring @dandelion-tea @arbitreneart @wizardfromthesea @enchanted-lightning-aes @pixelw0rds @copper-dragon-in-disguise @sylvar-writes-fantasy @a-completely-normal-writer @wildswrites @aalinaaaaaa @ink-fireplace-coffee  @dumbass-prince-of-the-skies @aeipathys-blog @carefulpyromancer  @sar-per @decodamalion @euphoniouspandemonium @bamboozledimagines @ashen-crest @sagasofazeria @imstillherebitchesa-blog @writeouswriter @soapstrings @doeskies @spyroluva @the-amber-droid-dreams @amywrites256 @bloody-hugs @thingys-reblooged @the-fae-folk @writing2sirvive @thearcannevoid @hungryslothwrites @impaledlotus @authorofstories55 @lockejhaven @arbys-haunted-turnover @ehlaaaaaaaa @theglitchywriterboi @verisimlitude @salamandersofftheclock

Dear Tragic Hero, Please Kindly Get the Fuck Over Yourself Before the Third Act So We Can Live a Little and Maybe Kiss

Yeah, yeah, the eleventh hour, 

I read the script, I know how this goes. 

Not sorry for being in your 

stupid fucking narrative, 

I mean, everyone's got their quirks. 

You're just doomed a little, 

happens to the best of us. 

We all know the Cinderella rules, 

dance 'til the clock strikes twelve and

never mind the happily ever after if

there's the happily ever now, 

and hey, 

if they're gonna burry the gays then

there's no use worrying about the hangover, 

or anything really —

you can do so much in sixty minutes if

you won't be the one cleaning up. 

Did I tell you your smile's too kind? 

Might be one of those tragic flaws 

they taught us in ninth grade literature, 

that or the way you laugh at my jokes

'though you feel nothing like laughing, 

that or the way you keep saying sorry

without anything to be sorry for:

what's a little Greek tragedy got

on being with you, 

and yeah it's the calm before the storm

but the stars are too damn pretty

when you're the one looking at them, 

and I may have thrown my watch away

so there's no telling if it's doomsday yet, 

and what're they gonna do about it, anyway? 

Don't you worry about me —

I had too much fun on the ride

to complain about the ticket fee. 

Oh, and if I hold your hand in mine

on the way out

it's like the world never ended, really. 

[writing-is-a-martial-art]

General taglist (interact with this post to be added/removed

@apocalypsewriters @pagesofcursive @47crayons @lady-of-himring @dandelion-tea @arbitreneart @wizardfromthesea @enchanted-lightning-aes @pixelw0rds @copper-dragon-in-disguise @sylvar-writes-fantasy @a-completely-normal-writer @wildswrites @aalinaaaaaa @ink-fireplace-coffee  @dumbass-prince-of-the-skies @aeipathys-blog @carefulpyromancer  @sar-per @decodamalion @euphoniouspandemonium @bamboozled-boi @ashen-crest @sagasofazeria @imstillherebitchesa-blog @writeouswriter @soapstrings @doeskies @spyroluva @the-amber-droid-dreams @amywrites256 @bloody-hugs @thingys-reblooged @the-orangeauthor @writing2sirvive @thearcannevoid @hungryslothwrites @impaledlotus @authorofstories55 @lockejhaven @arbys-haunted-turnover @ehlaaaaaaaa @theglitchywriterboi @verisimlitude @salamandersofftheclock

A quick intermission between two seasons, two colors, and three worlds

ID under cut

Green (all replicas for Green are written in blue text) : the leaves are falling. Autumn is almost over.

Blue (all replicas for Blue are written in green text): I’d say it’s almost winter: isn’t it better to look forward to something than to state that something is ending?

Green: what good is there in winter? It’s death but pretty and temporary.

Blue: I think that is what they call a dream. People like those.

Green: maybe. I don’t know. It looks like everything is made of bones.

Blue: but everything is made of bones, or stone. And stone becomes bone over time. If you give anything enough time it becomes either bones or water, and winter is full of both.

Green: it sounds an awful lot like death.

Blue: or life. One does begin with the other.

Green: which one, though?

Blue: either.

Green: so it doesn’t matter.

Blue: I suppose not.

A pause.

Blue: sorry for asking you to come back when you weren't supposed to.

Green: sorry for coming back.

A pause.

Blue: I’m glad you did.

Green: I know.

A pause.

Candlelight flickers.

The world ends.

Blue: you have to admit, it’s a bit like a dream.

Green: and death.

Blue: ...I suppose you’d know better.

Green: not really.

A pause.

The world begins again.

Blue: I’m glad you’re here.

Green: I’m glad you’re here, too.

Blue: we should stay for a while, I think.

Green: how long do we have?

Blue: until bones and water.

Green: plenty of time, then.

A pause.

Blue: thank you.

Green: what for?

Blue: being here. Coming back. Staying.

Green: like I’d ever really leave.

A pause.

Green: it does feel like a dream.

Blue: told you so.

Green: bastard.

Both laugh.

The world begins again.