#hardworkin

[pk-tf0]

Forgot my Tumblr exists

[team5ds]

[marchsfreakshow]

2008 really was Evan's year cause why do so many movies I wanna watch with him in it are from 2008-2011 💀

[eliteseven]

First, can I say I am absolutely wild about your Tav? I really like her character and how she's just so so good, especially when she's so good for Shadowheart.

Second, to counteract the angst, what are some ways in which Shadowheart and Serena might extend Serena's life? I know there are plenty of spells that can do it, but I'm curious which way the two of them would pick and also be comfortable with.

🥹 really??? My Tav?!? 💕 thank you so much!!! I love writing her, I’m so glad she brings you joy, too!! I really appreciate it 🥰

To answer your question- I think they’d probably have to turn to something pretty powerful, right? I’d imagine there’d have to be some kind of divine work involved. I would need my BG3 lore experts to weigh in 🤔 I mean, Selûne owes them a little something, right? Shadowheart spared her daughter and still was burdened with Shar’s curse. If there’s an artifact they can seek out, or a (non evil) ritual to perform….its worth a try, if it means Tav gets to spend even more time at Shadowheart’s side. And in her daughter’s life 🥹 Tav would be comfortable trying anything as long as it’s not hurting anyone, and it gives her that chance to stay with Shadowheart longer!

[osaemu]

Hiiii bae checking in on u while I’m on my break!! Been working 6 days in a row I’m exhausted 😵‍💫😵‍💫

THENAAAA ! hi love im doing okay , just kinda tired but i wanted to answer all my asks sooo i did 💌💌 how are u ? i hope ur not overworking urself 😓

[accultant]

05. placing a cup of tea or coffee in front of them. [vayu made them sleepytime herbal tea bc they probably do not need more caffeine. @halfdeadsacrifice]

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Very few are granted permission to serve Iago any food or drink without it being instantly thrown back into their face or sent away at best - Two people, to be exact: Puck, of course, and, more recently and hesitantly, Vayu. None of the other Bhaalists are to be trusted enough to resist the urge to slip something deadly, unsavory, or downright cannibalistic into their meal.

When exactly Iago began to trust (as much as someone like Iago can 'trust') Vayu is hard to pinpoint, but they still can't help but eye the drink he sets down. Their eyes take a moment to focus, having blurred over from sorting through the seemingly mile high stacks of papers around them for the past however long. Years, it feels like.

"What is this?" Not another cup of coffee to match the hoard of empty mugs they've already drained that day. Night? Hard to say. "Tea?"

[sunni-stuff]

I have bad baby fever so take this.

—★! Tags: Established relationship, baby? Afab!!

Ghost never thought about having children before. He didn't understand them; they confused him. Worst of all, he envied them. How could someone willingly bring a child into a world filled with so much chaos that men like him and the task force had to clean it all up? How could a child smile so innocently while his childhood was nothing short of a nightmare?

He didn't want kids.

That was until he met your niece, Lola. She had to stay overnight, interrupting the plans he made with the team. Johnny wanted to sit down and play a game of drunk poker, but upon seeing chubby little Lola sitting on the rug playing with her blocks, his heart practically melted at the sight.

"Lt., you didn't tell us the missus gave birth," Soap teased, eyes twinkling with mischief.

Ghost snorted, shaking his head. "She's not mine, Johnny. That's my niece, Lola."

The men exchanged amused glances, but their attention quickly turned back to Lola, who looked up from her blocks with a bright, toothy grin. She babbled something unintelligible and held up a block as if showing off her masterpiece.

Ghost found himself smiling beneath his mask, an unfamiliar warmth spreading through his chest. He wasn't used to this feeling—this softness. It was alien to him, yet he couldn't deny the tiny spark of joy Lola brought into the room.

The poker game was postponed as the men took turns entertaining Lola. She giggled at Gaz's funny faces, clapped along with Soap's silly songs, and stared wide-eyed at Price's stories. But it was Ghost who seemed to captivate her the most. She crawled over to him, tugging at his pant leg until he picked her up.

Simon held her awkwardly at first, unsure of what to do. But as Lola nestled into his arms, a sense of calm washed over him. She looked up at him with those big, innocent eyes, and for a moment, all the chaos and darkness in his life faded away.

He still didn't understand children, and they still confused him. But holding Lola, Simon began to see a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, there was a place for a bit of light in his shadowed world.

Needless to say, after that eye-opening experience, Simon quickly became attached to the loveable child. He tells your sibling to call on their work days if they need a babysitter, claiming he's just trying to help lift the burden. Family helps family, after all.

Wrong!!

In reality, that man is completely smitten by Lola. Loves her to death. The moment he gets free time Simon is calling up your sibling, asking if they need any help, maybe needing a break from the child for a while and if Simon gets the okay, he's speeding to pick up Lola and whisking her away to your home.

Simon drops everything for her. In the middle of a workout? Give him 5 minutes. He's a fresh man, ready to play dinosaurs. Hell, he doesn't even know what playing dinosaurs is besides the fact Lola loves t-rex and being chased in her green dinosaur onesie. He went as far as to buy countless toys and books for Lola to play with in his home office, no less! Her favorite story books are tucked away in his desk, burying the paperwork he was supposed to have done for Price.

If Lola throws a tantrum with you, he immediately gives you a side-eye. What did you do to make the princess unhappy?

The man absolutely adores that cute muffin, and you couldn't be more shocked. Simon "Ghost" Riley, your husband, who refused to think about children, was now wrapped around your tiny niece's finger! Heck, she's practically your kid now, especially since Lola sleeps in between the two of you, cuddling up to Simon contently.

Simon treats Lola like she is his own child, so imagine his heartbreak when your sibling gives you two the news that they're going to be visiting home for a while. He's distraught, already missing the tiny ball of life, moping about your shared home putting away Lola's toys when suddenly an idea rings in his head.

His beautiful, hardworking doll can give him a child.

♡! I have a lot of drafts, and this was one. My writing is all funky and all over the place bc it's written between being awake and having no sleep!! I have more stuff I want to post, and I might continue this.

[redfluffz]

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Soo here they meet ... eh ... guys you can name her!

She is constantly annoyed and hardworkin. She is quite the realist and tries to stay out of trouble. I'm very excited how you wanna call her :D

Also ... God is like: "Oh wow knowing everything ... that's stupid, I should know." 😅

[genikrispies]

it's been a long night, can't you pour yer hardworkin' host a drink?

< pour her a drink> (-Y7000 to open a new bottle)

< refuse > (75% chance of getting stabbed)

waifu close-up in case tumblr destroys the quality

[lavenderrmidnightss]

Safe and Sound - Billy the Kid

Billy the Kid (tom blyth) x fem!reader 

Summary: While walking home one evening from the inn, a man comes across you and attempts to attack you. You are saved by Billy and he begins to grow very protective over you, right from the start.

Warnings: Attempted SA (not successful), cursing

Word Count: 1.9k

PART 2 IS HERE

The walk home felt like a near impossible task despite the reality of it being less than a mile walk. Working at the local inn was not lightwork as some may think. Taking care of others can be exhausting when you have so little to pour out of your cup. The sky’s hues were transitioning from its cerulean blue into shades of purples and pinks. Your eyes were trained on the varying colors that dared to come out as the day shifted into evening. The sunset resembled a masterpiece brushed on a canvas by a renowned artist. With each step, your eyes never failed to tear away from the beauty above you. Each step you took filled the air with echoes of crunching due to the diminutive pieces of gravel hidden in the dirt. Hard to see, but easy to feel through the sole of your shoe. Your commute home seemed to be working as a medium of decompressing until sudden movement out of your peripheral vision stole your attention. You caught a glimpse of a man stumbling towards you. Your instinct to move quickly kicked in, but you knew better. Acting afraid would only entice the man more. ‘Just keep your eyes forward. Just make it home,’ you thought to yourself. 

“Where’s a pretty lady like yourself headed?” a coarse voice entered the atmosphere, demanding your focus. You looked over my shoulder, looking at him. Just a couple inches above your own height, he held a gaze on you to imply his superiority. 

“And that’s your business, how?” you inquire, daring to stop in your tracks and face him. His complexion smeared with ash and hair slicked with sweat, your wonderings of who he was and why he was approaching you intensified. 

The man’s eyebrow’s furrowed, accentuating dense lines and creases in his forehead. He made his way up to you, closing you in. “Well ya sure do got a lot of nerve, don’t ya?” He diabolically chuckled. You began to internally squirm as he noticeably began to eye you.

 “Look at you. Exhausted. Looks like you’ve been on your feet for quite some time, haven’t ya?” He interrogated, allowing himself to continue looking you over. You could only imagine what he was envisioning as his eyes fixated on your chest.

 “Look like a hardworkin’ woman. I admire that. Ya know, everybody has to earn their keep in these parts..” his voice trailed off just as his body began waltzing closer to yours, entrapping you. Your back soon crashed against a raggedy, abandoned building you weren’t even aware you were passing. It’s astonishing how much your mind evaporates when your main focus is survival. You knew where this was leading. You’ve seen so many women be taken, raped. Even some of your own friends. Men don’t view women as a treasure, but rather an accessory designed to bring them pleasure. It had become an intrusive thought; when would it happen to you? Looks like reality finally caught up with your nightmares.

His calloused hand toyed with the hem of your dress before slipping under. The rough texture of his skin clashed with the silkiness of your own. You were frozen in fear. His face now hovered in front of yours. “Bet you could be a real good worker for me, couldn’t ya?” A condescending smirk decorated his face. 

Your stomach churned. “Get off of me. Right now.” The short demands came out urgently. Your hands moved to defend yourself, preparing to shove his stocky body off yours. However, you underestimated his strength and build. He grabbed your wrists and shoved your arms above your head, pinning them there. 

“Fiesty too? They say that manifests well in the bed,” his growl echoed in your ear, his face grazing yours. “Mm, you’ll fit right in. Just be good for me, would ya? Listen to what I say and do as you're told, and you’ll be treated well.”

“Fuck off,” you spat in his face, jabbing your knee up to jolt his gut. He stumbled back, releasing you. You took the opportunity to sprint away. The world moved in slow motion. Your feet couldn’t carry you fast enough. Time resumed when you felt two hands snatching your waist, slamming you to the ground. The husky body which entrapped you before immediately went for it again, but this time, pinning you into the dirt and gravel mixture where your feet once stood. The pain you once felt radiating from the sole of your shoe, walking on the road, now pierced deeply into your back. You squirmed, trying to loosen yourself from him. It was no use. 

“Gonna be a bitch? Then I’ll take you right here for free, show you what you’re missing,” he grumbled, beginning to unbuckle his pants. Continuously trying to make your way out, no amount of thrashing would free you. Looking around you, you tried to decide if screaming for help was even worth it. Who would hear you? You were alone with this man. Your eyes darted up to the sky only to find the pastel colors which once delicately danced above you had descended into darkness. 

“P-Please, no, I’ll go with you. I’ll listen. Just, please don’t. Not here, I-” you were a stuttering mess, hoping your pleads would be enough to convince him to get off you. You squeezed your eyes shut. If you didn’t see it, maybe it would be quick and over with? Maybe it would sting less? As soon as your eyes shut, the weight of his body completely lifted off of you. You thought you were dreaming it, that it wasn’t reality. However, the sound of a heavy thud crashing to the ground, along with groaning and pounding, you were assured you were safe. 

You open your eyes to find a significantly taller man had swept in. His messy, brunette ringlets dangled in front of his sculpted face as his feet consistently and harshly came in contact with the enemy’s stomach. You weren’t one for violence, but you admitted that seeing this mystery lifesaver relentlessly pounding into this bastard was a joy. You sat up, finding a pair of sapphire eyes lighting the darkness, striking you. 

“What’re you waiting for? Go, run,” he called out to you, before putting all his attention back on the attacker. You stumbled to your feet, backing up to guard your body behind a railing. However, your eyes stayed on the match. Really, just the one who swept in to save the day. You studied him closely. 

The stocky man who had attempted to pull at the one hovering over him. You were taken aback when in quick response, zero wait time, blue eyes drew out a gun, aiming it at him. “Try that again, and it’ll be the last damn thing you do,” he growled, cocking the gun. The man on the ground shrunk by tenfold. You watched as fear washed over him, the metal rim dangling in his face. Holy shit. 

“Get up,” blue eyes demanded him, watching as he slowly stood. The demand in his voice was filled with such hatred. The man who was once so confident now trembled in fear for his life, his hands going in the air. Blue eyes kept his aim on the man before him. “Get out of this town. Far away. Let me so far as see a glimpse of you around these parts, and you’re a dead man. Got it?” The trembling man nodded shakily and quickly, sprinting off without another word.

 Suddenly, the world got quiet. Finally. You emerged from your temporary hiding place just as the man who saved your life turned to face you. “Thank you,” you managed to get out. “I-I don’t know what I would’ve done, what would’ve happened if-” A drawn out, thick accent cut you off. 

“I’m sure of what would’ve happened, and it would’ve been awful. What’re you doin’ anyway, walking around here this time of evenin’ all by yourself?” He secured his gun into its holster as he made his way over to me. His demeanor was entirely different. He radiated protection, genuinity. Minutes prior, you were trying to escape a nightmare. Now, you were being drawn in by a stranger’s kind act and handsome features. You felt safe. How refreshing. 

“I was just heading home from the inn. What’s your name?” you asked, desperate to know the name of the one who guarded you. 

“Name’s Billy. And you?” Billy. His name etched into your mind, knowing it would now hold a priority in the forefront of your thoughts. You told him your name, to which he nodded. “How about I get you home?”

With that, Billy guided you on the path back home. The gravel didn’t seem so daunting against your soles now. Under the pitch black sky adorned with stars, you had Billy to protect you. The walk to your place wasn’t filled with much conversation, but when it was, you were fascinated by his thoughts and the sound of his voice. 

Once he had successfully guided you to your destination, you noted that his eyes scanned over the place almost as if he were attempting to memorize its design and build. Billy didn’t want to leave you. He couldn’t invite himself in, couldn’t insist you to leave with him. Not after what he had just saved you from. He knew if there was a shot in hell he was going to gain your trust, he had to demonstrate he was worthy of it. 

“He didn’t hurt you, right, darlin’?” Billy’s tone was now hushed, almost as if it solidified his authenticity. Billy’s eyes were a shade you had never seen before, but a shade you would quickly find filling your dreams. Your heart admittedly flipped at the sound of the pet name rolling off his tongue so effortlessly. 

“No, he didn’t. You got there just in time. Thank you, Billy. Again. Don’t know how I could ever return the favor for what you’ve done for me.” Billy’s smile lit up the night sky, melting you from head to toe. He shook his head, shrugging. 

“No greater pleasure than protecting ya. Now, get in and get some rest.” Billy watched you disappear into your house, the screen door creaking behind you. It felt wrong to leave you so abruptly. Never before had he felt a desire to stay up long hours of the night getting to know another before, but for you, he ached to. Billy couldn’t leave you. As you went in and laid down, wondering where Billy was headed off to and if you would ever even see him again, Billy sat down on the steps of your porch. Adjusting himself, his back aligned with the post. Leaning his head back, he pushed the strands of hair out of his face. He basked in the breeze of the night, listening to the harmony of varying late night insects. He also intently listened for any potential danger, looking to protect you at all costs. Maybe it was the innocence in your voice that enticed him. Maybe it was the way your hair flowed down, the way you were unafraid to fight that enthralled him. Regardless of how it happened, Billy had an instantaneous desire to keep you out of harm’s way, no matter what it cost. As you laid in bed, you thought of Billy. As he leaned against your porch that night, he knew he was doing his job. He was keeping you safe and sound.

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[asordinaryppl]

A3! Homepage Lines - Christmas 2024

graphics and proofreading by myuntachis!

text version under the cut!

Spring Troupe

Sakuya: The dorm is fully decorated for Christmas… This view is what comes to mind when I think of spending Christmas with family.

Masumi: I’ve been waiting for you. I’m happy you made some time for us to spend together this Christmas too. Thanks. 

Tsuzuru: I’ve been consulting Fushimi-san for a while now about making today’s dinner extra fancy. I hope you’re looking forward to it.

Itaru: I bought a Christmas cake for the Spring Troupe. Dad splurged, so I hope everyone’ll be happy.

Citron: I will be sending cards to Zahra this year. I will be happy if Tangerine and Mika are spending their days well!

Chikage: Seems I’m in charge of decorating this year. I heard something about wanting lights put up, so maybe I’ll do my part, too.

Summer Troupe

Tenma: You want me to help with decorating? … I guess I have to. Let me show off my superior taste.

Yuki: I’m in charge of the cake this year. I ordered an extra cute one, so look forward to it.

Muku: I actually prepared a present for Mister Santa along with my letter. I wonder if he’ll come this year too?

Misumi: I helped with decorating too because Kazu asked! Look, that triangle over there is mine!

Kazunari: We’re gonna turn the living room into an Inste spot this Christmas! You come too, Director-chan!

Kumon: I asked Yuki to make a Santa outfit for my Nii-chan plushie! Isn’t the quality insane!?

Autumn Troupe

Banri: There’s gonna be a Christmas performance this year too, how ‘bout you come and see it? Heh, nah, I won’t be actin’ as Santa this year.

Juza: I bought a Stollen and tried a bit of it, but… I ended up eating it all before Christmas…

Taichi: Teach! I still dunno what gift to get Mii-chan… Help me out here~!

Omi: We’ve got a special Christmas menu planned for dinner. I’ll go all out, so eat up to your heart’s content.

Sakyo: The chicken was on sale, so I bought a tad too much. Guess that means I’m getting into the spirit too…

Azami: I got a call from my dad telling me to eat this with everyone. It looks like good meat, so I’ll just accept it this time.

Winter Troupe

Tsumugi: We have both red and white mulled wines today. Azuma-san chose them, so I hope you’re excited.

Tasuku: The living room’s full of Christmas lights? No, they’re not mine… This is Utsuki’’s doing.

Hisoka: I’m thinking of making gingerbread this year. Will you help me?

Homare: The sight of our lounge all bright and bedazzled by the Christmas spirit is simply enchanti…  OHHH, it’s come to me!

Azuma: It started snowing when I was coming back from grocery shopping. It was so beautiful. Did you see it too, Director?

Guy: The Winter Troupe has also chosen a cake. It seems like it’s been made with Western liquor, so I’d like you to try it as well, Director.

Backstage

Matsukawa: This lively atmosphere just screams Christmas! I’ll enjoy myself to the fullest as well~!

Tetsuro: … I could hear… everyone’s voices… from outside… It’s always… lively in here…

Akashi: I got pulled into the typical Christmas cheer and… found myself getting a few goodies too.

Rento: This’s a present from Santa to our hardworkin’ Director. Lookin’ forward to workin’ with ya next year as well~

Sakoda: Sakoda Santa’s prepared a present for Azami this year! I’ll leave it by his pillow later!

[thuganomxcs]

𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 | @inmemcrum | 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

[ ALL-NIGHTER ] for our muses to pull an all-nighter together / from kagome!

━━   ❝   𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮..   ❞  If Yusuke were her last hope in getting her work done in time for school tomorrow. Honestly, the former detective couldn’t care less whether he was done with his work or not. KAGOME, HOWEVER, she wasn’t going to let him slack off. Giving him the whole if he’s going to pretend to be a student, then he needs to make it believable at the very least. She’s annoying when she’s right so of course he welcomes her into his apartment within the complex.

Probably to her surprise, the living room was clean, not a shirt or piece of furniture out of place, and for Yusuke, that’s on purpose since there isn’t a door separating the living area from the kitchen. As a cook, he knows how important a clean environment is for his dishes. “I can alreadly tell I’m not gonna enjoy tonight.” He spoke AS HE BEGAN making them snacks..or brainfood. It was still in the afternoon, so there was more than enough time as Kagome got their area ready in the living room.

Their homemade pizza was done along with a couple of fruit salads were placed into the fridge and from then on it was nothing but work AND A LITTLE BIT OF EATING. They’ve been at it all through sunset,  then through the evening. The moon was already high into the sky, but they continued working. Finishing pizza, their fruit salads, little snacks like Takoyaki he made later, whilst they’ve also exhausted his soda and fresh-squeezed juice for energy. 

“Ugh finally.” They were done, all problems solved, notes from other subjects were highlighted within their notebooks..basically they were finally done, and it was only a little bit after 2AM. “Yer one hardworkin’ date Higurashi.” The lazy Yusuke said as he leaned into his seat and yawned. “Damn I didn’t even think you were gonna stay ‘round this late.” Said Yusuke as he stood up from his seat and stretched his muscles. “Wait here, I’ll grab a shirt for ya..it should pretty much fit ya like a pair of pajamas,and you can take my bed, I’ll bunk out here.”

[raineandsky]

#80

(part 1) (part 2)

tw: alcohol mention

A long day on the job usually finds the hero in the nearest bar.

Can you blame him? He spends his day punching people. He usually gets punched in return. The least he deserves is an evening to relax and think about something other than how much of a nuisance his nemesis is.

So here he is once again, ordering a pint of beer from the bartender and draping himself over a bar stool in a comfortably familiar routine. He watches idly as a band sets up on the humble stage at the front—someone fiddles with the mic stand, another with a drum kit at the back.

Other patrons are watching too, for lack of anything better to do. Some sip at their drinks like it’s part of the show. Another band member hops onto the stage to plug a guitar into the amp.

The hero’s eyes drag lazily as the person leans back upright, shaking his hair out of his face as he does and glancing out over the crowd. The hero’s heart leaps nauseatingly into his throat as he’s met with the face of the villain.

Seemingly satisfied with the congregation, the villain gets to twinging the strings on the guitar, the sound humming through the floorboards under the hero’s feet. The vibration is snaking up his legs and straight into his already anxiously clenched muscles. His knuckles are turning white on the beer glass. He’s going to shatter it if he’s not careful.

But what can he do? He’s out of uniform, off the job. The villain’s on a goddamn stage in front of a giant group of onlookers. His options are limited. His best bet is to wait it out to the end and jump on the villain when he inevitably makes his escape backstage somewhere.

The band nods to each other—guitar, drums, vocals. The singer steps up to the mic, and it shrieks in protest as she taps it testily.

“Good evening, y’all,” she opens with a drawl akin to that of an uninterested teenager. “We’re Knights of the Black Realm. This is our original song: Revenge Means Chaos.”

The guitar kicks in first. The sound is soft at first, subdued, sweet. The drum adds a rough tang to it, and by the time the singer is sweeping through the first verse the song is in full swing.

The villain’s fingers move smoothly over the strings, mischievous delight woven into his grin. The sound from his guitar is incredible, for lack of a better word—the gruff twang hovers over the fragility of the vocals, the sharp edge provided by the drums. It’s beautiful, and the hero hates it.

The song flickers into a second song like there isn’t a moment to waste. Then a third, and a fourth, and a sixth and a tenth and a fifteenth. The other patrons clearly love it, cheering and bobbing up and down to the tune. All the hero can do is sit in perfect stillness and glare hatefully.

The villain’s gaze flits over the crowd again. He scans the darkened corners near the bar this time, and his eyes lock with the hero’s from across the room.

It would’ve been romantic if the hero hadn’t been watching with barely contained disdain.

The villain looks surprised for a moment, caught off guard, before his face splits into another grin. Knowing, cocky. I’d like to see you try, it mocks. The hero scowls back—you know damn well I will.

The twentieth-something song ends with a single sinking note. The villain steps forward to whisper something to the singer, and she laughs heartily at whatever he said.

“Special request!” she announces with a giggle. The villain steps back into place with a smile. “This one’s for all the hardworkin’ heroes out there tonight, defendin’ our beautiful city. This is My Eyes Are Only On You.”

Oh, the irony. That piece of shit.

The villain’s stare is unmoving from the hero now. Another grin is slowly working its way onto his face; proud. Arrogant. Annoying.

The song is smooth, like a tune made of silk. It’s slow, unneedy, unbothered. The guitar is as effortless as ever, the villain’s rhythm no more than a gentle rock within the river of the song.

The song thankfully reaches its end, and all three members of the band are smiling—though, the hero guesses, for very different reasons.

“Thanks, y’all!” The singer seems in higher spirits than she started. “We’ll be playin’ again next week at the Lousy Farmer, and then we’ll be back here for…”

The hero tunes her out. He’s on his feet, watching the villain hastily pull cables from amps. The hero’s almost in front of the band when his nemesis cuts his losses and hops down the back of the stage, trailing wires from his guitar like confetti.

The hero positively startles. He has to go the long way, naturally—he skirts the stage, barrelling for the door leading to the bar’s back alley he knows the villain will be aiming for. The door clatters loudly off the brick wall outside, but the alley is empty. The city’s big; the moment the villain left the bar he could’ve gone anywhere.

The hero wears another scowl now as he turns back inside. Looks like he’s just found a new favourite band. Next week and the Lousy Farmer it is.

[dishesoap]

you are going to wake up and they are going to tell you you have to run. you dont. you can walk. you can crawl. you can tie your feet to a couple of roombas and tony hawk your way through the streets as you trundle on down to the corner store to buy a pack of smokes and a beer. you can feed your smokes to your roombas til they develop jersey accents and then you sidle up to the government and convince the mayor youre three hardworkin young jersey men who just wanna start a business to support ur ailing mother and the mayor will be so touched by your compassion and the warm half drunk IPA you hand him that he'll give you a liquor license for free and a few more ciggies. feed the ciggies to a few more roombas and now you have a travelling bar that comes to peoples doors so no one ever has to run again. we can all just walk to our doors. and drink from jersey roombas

[daydreamsandafternoonteafics]

Let's Pretend It's Love- Chapter 1

banner by ren

“Ooh sweetie! This is so exciting! I’m so happy for you!” Mum exclaimed, her face practically bursting with excitement.

If it weren’t for the very expensive looking centerpiece in the middle of the restaurant table, I’m quite certain she would have jumped across it just to attack my sister in her famous big, long hugs.

Penny smiled brightly while starting down at the sparkling, almost obscenely huge ring on her finger.

“Oh Mum, I can’t even begin to explain how happy I am. I never thought this would happen to me.” She beamed.

Please, Penny knew damn well she could easily snag a husband. No need to act modest. I didn’t know whether to roll my eyes or congratulate my sister so I just stuffed my face with the remaining amount of pasta left on my plate so that I didn’t have to say anything.

I wasn’t the type of girl to loose my cool over weddings.

“I can’t wait till the wedding plans start getting arranged. Your father and I will do anything to make this the wedding of your dreams.” Mum declared as she and Penny resumed eating their salads.

My sister smiled.

“That means so much, Mum!” She exclaimed tossing her dark brown hair over her shoulder.

Penny then turned to face me, her doe brown eyes starting at me as if I were the last biscuit on the plate. I know that look. She wants something from me.

“Now Pres, I know you’re not too keen on weddings but I really want you to be apart of mine. Since I knew you probably wouldn’t be up to handling the maid of honor duties I decided to make you a bridesmaid! What do you say to that?!?” My sister squealed.

My mind immediately screamed “hell no!” but I forced myself to smile and nod. I felt I owed it to Penny to do something this big for her. After all, she was my sister whom I’d spent nine months in the womb with. I think I could spend a day in a hideous dress and heels amongst snobby people that I didn’t like all for the sake of my sister’s happiness. After all, she might haunt my dreams with that wicked twin telepathy I’d heard about if I didn’t .

“As long as I don’t have to wear pink and there’s free booze involved, I’m game.” I replied casually before sipping my lemonade.

Penny giggled. “I just knew you’d say yes.” She squeaked clapping her hands together.

“Pen, you’re going to be my first to get married!” Mum exclaimed before forking lettuce in her mouth.

Penny smiled. “Presley shouldn’t be that far behind. Twins usually follow the same patterns.” She replied in a sing sing voice.

I nearly choked on my lemonade. Me get married anytime soon? I suppose hell will freeze over, the world will stop turning and Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston will get back together before that happens.

Although Penny and I were twins, we were quite different. The most obvious difference between us was that we were fraternal. We looked no more alike than regular siblings. Most of the people we’d met were perplexed as to how we were twins. I’d explained several times sometimes even going into a biology book worthy explanation mostly to no avail. They’d just continue to go on about how we looked absolutely nothing alike. I didn’t know whether take this as a general observation or an insult.

And despite the fact that we were twins, we didn’t connect. We didn’t finish each other’s sentences or feel each other’s pain and we didn’t always know when something was wrong with one of us. Penny and I were two separate people with totally different personalities. She lived her life, I lived mine and it was better that way.

“Oh no, I highly doubt it. Pres has been single for well, for absolutely forever. She can hardly keep a boyfriend.” My mother replied matter of factly.

I could feel my blood boiling. I’d always been pretty obvious which child was my mother’s favorite. It was always Penny she talked about. Penny this and Penny that. Penny, Penny, Penny. Penny was everything my mother had dreamed her daughters would be : beautiful, intelligent, responsible, poised hardworking. And then there was me the antonyms of every word previously listed.

Mum never failed to express her pride in Penny and her disappointment in me. Some times I hated Mum for it but most of the time I just resented Penny. Mum thinks I’ll never match up to Penny and just once I’d like to prove her wrong.

“You know what, Mum? You’re actually wrong about that.I do actually have a boyfriend. We’ve been dating for three months now.” I retorted curtly hoping to shut my mother up once and for all.

Her eyebrows raised and Penny smiled brightly.

“That’s absolutely great, Pres.” She exclaimed.

I grinned. My boyfriend was as real as the tooth fairy but just once I wanted to make them believe that I was just as capable of having the same things Penny had. That I wasn’t going to be the lonely cat lady they all thought that I’d become.

“It’s strange, you never mentioned a boyfriend before.” Mother declared, a perplexed expression engraved on her face.

“I didn’t want to rush things. We’re just taking it slow right now.” I replied playing along with the idea of my imaginary boyfriend.

Penny’s face then lit up the way it always does when she gets one of her bright ideas.

Oh shit.

“You know what, why don’t you invite your boyfriend to the wedding! In fact maybe Liam and I can find a way to incorporate you and him in the wedding, yeah?!? And we can go on double dates! It’s a genius idea!!” She exclaimed.

A mass of nervousness formed in my stomach and the cocky and brash attitude I’d had earlier was slowly beginning to fade . I took a sip(more like gulp) of my lemonade. If only it was liquor.

“I’ll have to talk to him about it but I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.” Penny’s grin grew wider if that was even possible.

“I have to get started on planning on the wedding right away. I’m too excited to wait! ” She shouted whipping out her mobile whilst typing away about something. Mostly likely bombarding her fiancé with the news.

Mum turned to me, an indifferent expression on her face as she tossed about the remaining lettuce on her face plate. A smile formed on her thin lips but I could tell it was forced. “Well, Presley. I can’t wait to meet this boyfriend of yours.”

Neither can I.

[yourpalmickeymouse]

Howdy Mickey!

How'd you come across Donald and Goofy?

Y'know, your two best friends, I mean you have a lotta best friends but they're the best of the best!

Howdy hatred-n-hav0c,

You're definitely right that Donald and Goofy are my best of best friends. Whenever we're together, I feel like I'm part of an unstoppable team. I couldn't have asked for better pals.

I actually met Donald when I was a part of the Junior Woodchucks when I was much younger. There was a regional summer camp-off where Junior Woodchucks from all around Calisota would meet. They had us split into groups of two, as sort of a buddy system, and guess who I was paired up with... Not Donald. It was another kid actually. But he ended up getting sick and had to go home early. So I was then paired with the only kid without a buddy, Donald.

We initially didn't get along as we butted heads and pulled some pretty nasty pranks on each other. We were both kinda troublemakers 😈 if you could believe it ha ha. But when the Official Junior Woodchuck End of Camp Competition rolled up as well as some potential sightings of Bigfoot, we learned to put aside our differences and work together... We didn't win or even see Bigfoot. But I think we got something even more valuable 😉. After that, we found that we actually had a lot of similar interests, like cameras and fishing. And we've been friends ever since, writin' letters to each other or even visitin' each other's hometowns.

I know some people like to give Donald flak for his temper or his bad luck. But he's one of the bravest most hardworkin' people I know. I believe a lot of his rage comes from the fact that he cares so much and wants life to be fair not just for him, but for everyone.

As for Goofy, I actually met him a little bit later. Or at least I think I did. Goofy is a little bit older than us, so while we were teens, he was a young adult just startin' in life. He actually worked as a janitor at the high school and college I went to. To be honest, a lot of people saw Goofy as well... goofy and didn't give him the time of day. But that never really discouraged him as he was always confident in who he was and was friendly with everyone he met.

Unfortunately, I hate to admit I was kinda in that crowd who didn't really see much in him😓. What could I say, I was a teen just followin' the crowd. But one day I was down in the dumps at school and you wanna know who came to comfort me. It was Goofy. It was at that moment that I found how truly wise, kind, and dependable he was. He just knew exactly what to say and was even willin' to drop everything and help me out with the problem. After that, I started to treat him differently and we quickly became close friends. I even help him babysit Max when he came into the picture 😊.

Honestly Goofy is a friend I really need at times. Whenever an issue seems too complex to handle, he somehow can find the simplest solution where you wouldn't even think to look. He also has such a huge heart and is willin' to do anything to support anyone in need.