#techie tots

[tblsomedoodles]

Family Web failed apocalypse Future Designs

(part 1 of 3. eventually. They do not exist yet. Later this week for sure)

Since there's a lot of information for all these guys, i'm going to post them in batches.

Edit: Leo and Mikey can be found here and both forms Raph can be found here

(i'll put info under the cut b/c it got long)

Donnie is 24 by the time they find Raph's kids. (he got Clara when he was 20. like He kinda just walked into the kitchen with a tiny tot one day, grabbed a cup of coffee, and left while everyone was still processing the palm sized turtle he had in a washcloth.)

He tried to go to college for a computer science major but he already knew what they were teaching and kept trying to correct the teachers. The whole thing frustrated him to the point of Rage quitting after a month and starting his own freelance business as a security consultant.

Basically, he gets paid to walk into a building (or sit down at one of their computers), tell them the biggest flaws in their system and suggest what they can do instead. If they pay him enough, he might even set up a design of his own.

(when the people don't believe him about how bad their security system is, he or Jennika break into the building in the middle of the night and leave a business card in their most secure place. He usually gets a call back within 24 hours lol)

He mostly works in the hidden city but he will branch out to human companies (with use of a broach) if suitably asked.

As far as his gear goes, after fighting the krang (and his little apocalypse trip) he refuses to be unprepared. But he can't go around fully suited all the time so he has his gear hidden/collapsed into bulky bracelets and necklaces (some mystic required lol). All he has to do is press the little medallion around his neck and it all folds out from there (like mama touching her broach sometimes to transform : ) ) So yes, Donnie gets a little techy magical girl transformation. as a treat

Jennika, on the other hand, is 22 at this point. She's fully taken on the job of Mama's assistant, pay and all, and has an absolutely killer information network for spy work.

She and Donnie are thick as thieves by this point. Between the two of them they know ALL. And as such, they will occasionally help each other with their jobs, if the mood strikes them. (or if the other has a suitable payment for the inconvenience.)

Jennika took some classes in college but it really wasn't her scene. So she dropped out.

Like Donnie, she wants to be prepared at all times. So she always has on a ninja outfit (reinforced via tech and Mikey webbing/mystic). But she wears bulky outfits over it so it looks more normal, and so she can just take the bulky outer clothes off quickly and be ready for anything in a moment.

So there's my Adult "Must Know Everything" Duo

Up next is probably going to be Leo and Mikey. Followed by Raph's 2 forms.

[tangledinink]

So does swanatello have a different fighting style than Donnie? If so what’s it like? Does he still use the techy aspect of his Bo staff?

:''') I tried to answer a bunch of asks (mostly swanatello related) together in a lump but tumblr had some sort of error and deleted a bunch of them as I was doing so. So I have all the ANSWERS that I wrote out,,, but not most of the asks = 3 = So??? Answers under the cut, and my best approximation of the lost asks! If yours isn't in here, I'm almost certainly hoarding it so I can draw an answer later on!

His fighting style is similar, as the foundation is still the same, but with a ballet flavor! His movements tend to be very graceful and 'swoopy' now, though he also tends to be a lot more aggressive in his attacks. He unfortunately lost his tech bo, along with his headset and tech gauntlet, during his transformation and his family has not yet been able to locate them. He is also currently unable to access his ninpo, so the integration of tech, mystical or otherwise, is missing from his combat style at the moment. He is, however, able to manipulate both light and the water of the lake (think waterbending style) when fighting-- or is it the lake fighting with him...?

The Lake's Curse affects his memory. Anything that might detract from his ability to serve as the Lake's Guardian is obscured-- such as his family and details of his life before. They're not entirely GONE, Swanatello just has... a hard time accessing them sometimes. When his brothers are around, he has something to latch onto and has an easier time accessing obscured memories. But when they leave, the Curse works very hard to wipe them out again.

[ Ask was basically just a lovely compliment that I very much enjoyed, mentioned heartbreaking and had a sparkle heart emoji in it which is my fav <3]

Thank you! ; w ; I'm glad you like them!!!

[Ask was encouraging me to watch Princess Tutu!]

IT'S ON MY TO DO LIST... ; w ;

[Ask was inquiring if there was anywhere in particular where Swanatello likes to spend his time on the lake when his brothers aren't around.]

He usually spends most of his time alone dancing on the surface of the water-- or, if not this, he very much enjoys the willow trees the grows by the bank.

[Ask was inquiring if the Lake has ever felt the need to intervene directly rather than just affecting Swanatello's memory]

Not yet, at least...

Yes. :)

[Ask was inquiring if Swannie views the lake as a deity or entity.]

Basically, yes. He views it as a living, sentient thing. And to be fair it... kind of is.

His family, without a doubt. But his room, his lab, and the internet are a close second...

[Ask said 'since I can't boop Swanatello, can I get a fist bump?]

He's going to bite you! Be careful!!!

[Ask about whether or not I've seen the new Mutant Mayhem trailer with the turtle tots!]

Yes, they're very cute! <3

[skygodtraumabond]

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<The light of the moon illuminates the scene of conflict in the woods. Several grunts in uniforms eerily similar to Team Aqua of years past surround a scientist, who seems to be roughed up and shivering as they clutch a briefcase and a fainted Corphish to their chest. Two of the grunts have broken away from the group to trap Skipp in a battle, their Poochyenas growling and barking at him as he keeps one hand in his pocket and bares his teeth. Despite the aggression in his posture, a sheen of sweat is clearly visible on his forehead as he barks out a plea in heavily-accented Hoennian.

Skipp: Mew's fur—I keep telling you, I'm not a fucking snitch! Kill the nerd for all I care, I just want to get by so I can reach Mauville before—

Grunt 1: What is he saying?

Grunt 2: No idea, but we can't leave any witnesses. Boss's orders.

Skipp: HEY! Are you fuckers listening to me!?

As Skipp takes a step forward, one of the Poochyenas snaps at his leg, causing him to jump back with a quiet gasp as Cable climbs down his arm a little to screech at the two dogs, matching their ferocity despite the size difference.

Just as it looks like the confrontation is about to come to a head, Ray and Dominique enter the scene, drawing the attention of the other grunts. Skipp takes a little longer to notice, but he eventually follows the gaze of the grunts to see the two trainers send out their pokemon. Ray sends out Snicker the Morgrem, and Domi sends out Porter the Linoone. Though both trainers seem equally determined to intervene, Domi is visibly more nervous, holding Ray's free hand in a death grip as they lock eyes with the grunts. The look behind the tinted yellow lenses is one of pure, unfiltered hate.

Ray: Team Aqua. I thought you blasphemers disbanded decades ago.

Grunt 1: Wh-Where'd you come from!? This isn't a stage play, we don't need a crowd!

Grunt 2: It's fine. We've still got them outnumbered five to three.

One of the three grunts near the scientist gives the downed academic a kick in the ribs to keep them down before they all advance on Skipp, Ray, and Domi. Though Skipp and Domi seem to at least be a little nervous, Ray seems to have entered a high focus state. They stand unflinching as the grunts close in around them.

Ray: Domi, fight with Skipp.

Skipp: Why are you sending the the kid into this!? Aren't they like, nine!?

Domi: Uh... I'm almost eleven—

Ray: They're adept enough to help out. You two double battle those two grunts. I've got the other three.

Skipp: Your dumb ass is going to get us all thrown in the bay. Full concrete boots and everything. Alright. Whatever. Come over here, teeny tot, let's kick some ass.

With a scowl and an eyeroll Skipp waves Domi over to his side. The younger trainer looks nervously up at Ray, who gives them a reassuring nod before they break away to join Skipp's side. Cable jumps to the ground next to Porter and scratches the ground like a Tauros ready to charge.

Domi: ... Are you just starting out too, Mr. Skipp?

Skipp: Not the time for interviews, youngster.

Domi: Sorry...

As they prepare to battle the two grunts in front of them, Ray stands at their backs and faces down the three remaining grunts. They all send out a pokemon: a Zubat, a Crawdaunt, and a Poochyena. Ray and Snicker exchange a glance, then a nod. They don't send out any more pokemon. It seems Ray is confident that the Morgrem can take all three solo.

Ray: If you desire the abyss, so be it. I'll send you there myself.

<This transcript was provided by me: Techie the Rotom! Let me know how I did! Your feedback is greatly appreciated! :> >

[customteamnames]

30 Hilarious Nicknames for Best Friends That Will Make You Laugh Out Loud

https://customteamnames.com/?p=1024 30 Hilarious Nicknames for Best Friends That Will Make You Laugh Out Loud Everyone loves a good laugh, especially when it comes to your best friend. Funny nicknames can add a unique twist to your friendship, creating inside jokes and memories that last a lifetime. Whether you want to poke fun at their quirks or celebrate their unique traits, a clever nickname can strengthen your bond and keep the laughter flowing. Imagine calling your best buddy a name that makes everyone around chuckle. It’s not just about humor; it’s about the connection and joy those names bring. From silly monikers to playful twists on their real names, the right nickname can perfectly capture your friendship’s essence. Jump into this fun industry of nicknames and discover how they can turn ordinary moments into unforgettable ones. 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What are some examples of funny nicknames? Examples of funny nicknames include food-inspired names like Snickerdoodle, animal-inspired names like Wise Owl, and pop culture references like Giggle Factory. These add a quirky touch to friendships. Can I use temporary nicknames for specific events? Yes! Temporary nicknames can bring smiles during special occasions. They allow you to tailor the humor to the event and create fun memories associated with that particular time. Are there categories of funny nicknames? Yes, funny nicknames can be categorized into punny names (like Cheese Bomb), rhyming nicknames (like Silly Billy), quirky names (like Goofball), and seasonal nicknames (like Frosty for winter lovers). Each category adds charm to friendships. https://customteamnames.com/?p=1024 Custom Team Names

[littletags2]

What are the must-have accessories in the latest kids' fashion collections?

In the ever-evolving world of fashion, kids' collections have become an integral part of the industry, offering a diverse array of styles and accessories that cater to the unique tastes of the younger generation. As we celebrate the one-year mark of staying abreast of the latest trends in kids' fashion, it's only fitting to delve into the must-have accessories that have dominated the scene. From vibrant hues to functional designs, the best kids collections boast a range of accessories that not only reflect contemporary fashion but also prioritize comfort and practicality.

Statement Sneakers for Trendsetting Tots

In the realm of kids' fashion, footwear takes center stage with statement sneakers stealing the limelight. Brands are introducing playful designs, bold colors, and comfortable materials that ensure both style and functionality. From velcro straps for the little ones to trendy lace-up options for older kids, the latest kids' collections have redefined footwear as a statement piece.

Quirky Headwear for Fashionable Fun

No ensemble is complete without the perfect headwear, and the latest kids' collections are embracing the quirky and whimsical. From adorable animal-themed hats to stylish caps adorned with fun patterns, designers are ensuring that headwear becomes a focal point in kids' fashion. These accessories not only protect little heads from the sun but also add a playful touch to any outfit.

Tech-Savvy Smartwatches for Mini Techies

In an age dominated by technology, kids' accessories have taken a leap into the digital realm with smartwatches designed especially for the younger demographic. These tech-savvy accessories not only tell the time but also offer interactive features, making learning and play seamlessly integrated. Parents appreciate the educational benefits, while kids enjoy the novelty of having their very own "smart" accessory.

Fashionable Face Masks for Safety in Style

The global shift towards health-conscious living has influenced kids' fashion as well, with face masks becoming an essential accessory. However, these are not just any masks – designers are incorporating vibrant colors, fun patterns, and cartoon characters to make safety a stylish affair. The best kids collections prioritize both protection and personal expression, ensuring that face masks become a fashion statement in their own right.

Personalized Backpacks for School and Beyond

Backpacks have always been a staple in kids' fashion, but the latest collections take it a step further with personalized options. From monogrammed initials to backpacks featuring favorite cartoon characters, designers are recognizing the importance of self-expression through accessories. These personalized backpacks serve not only as practical carriers for school essentials but also as an extension of a child's unique personality.

Sustainable Accessories for Eco-Conscious Kids

As environmental awareness continues to grow, sustainable fashion has found its way into kids' collections. From eco-friendly materials to accessories designed with a minimal ecological footprint, the best kids collections are aligning with the values of eco-conscious families. Accessories such as belts, hats, and jewelry made from recycled or organic materials are gaining popularity, ensuring that fashion is both stylish and sustainable.

Colorful Sunglasses for UV Protection with Flair

Eye protection is no longer a mundane necessity but a stylish statement with the introduction of colorful sunglasses for kids. From oversized frames to vibrant hues, these accessories not only shield young eyes from harmful UV rays but also add a touch of flair to any outfit. Designers are incorporating playful elements like animal shapes and funky patterns to make sunglasses an exciting part of kids' fashion.

Coordinated Jewelry Sets for Little Fashionistas

Jewelry is not just for adults; the latest kids' collections are introducing coordinated sets designed specifically for the younger demographic. From charm bracelets to necklaces featuring favorite characters, these accessories allow kids to express their unique style and interests. Parents appreciate the opportunity to let their little ones experiment with fashion in a safe and age-appropriate manner.

Weather-Adaptable Hats for All Seasons

Hats are versatile accessories that serve both practical and aesthetic purposes, and the latest kids' collections feature an array of weather-adaptable options. From sun hats with built-in UV protection to cozy beanies for colder seasons, designers are ensuring that kids can accessorize appropriately for any weather. These hats not only provide functional benefits but also contribute to the overall style of the outfit.

Fashionable Watches for Timeless Style

Just like their adult counterparts, kids are embracing the timeless accessory – the wristwatch. Fashionable watches with playful designs, vibrant colors, and durable materials are making a statement in the best kids collections. These accessories not only teach kids the importance of time but also add a touch of sophistication to their outfits, catering to the growing trend of mini fashionistas.

Conclusion

As we reflect on the past year of kids' fashion evolution, it's evident that the industry has not only kept pace with adult trends but has also carved out a unique identity for the younger generation. The best kids collections are a testament to the creativity and innovation that designers bring to the world of children's fashion, ensuring that accessories are not just add-ons but integral components of a child's self-expression and style. From statement sneakers to tech-savvy smartwatches, the latest trends in kids' accessories have elevated the fashion game for the youngest members of society, promising a future where style knows no age limits.

[bruisedknuckledbuckshot]

@classic-toxic-medicine

Busying himself in RED's garage, Angel grumbles in complete irritation, tossing a few rusty auto parts and other techy-ish devices from a random box and into another that's meant for recycle. Searching for anything that would work for his so called "secret" project. Since now that he's banned from borrowing the company truck because he "did not file for permission." to use.

PFFT like they actually give much of a shit when anyone else uses it for stupid crap. Say like go down to the local bar to get shit faced adn fight the locals??? But HE can't use the damn truck to grab some extra snacks and some spare clothes? It's not like he crashed it or anything! Okay he may have clipped a mailbox but that thing was too close tot he ,main road! Discrimination I tell ya. Sighs loudly as he once again nicks his bare hands on a rusty sliver of broken metal, ah fuck.

[actualbird]

// spoilers for luke chara story, several luke sr card stories, and main story 5.1

so like. i can only assume that other people in the NSB must have the wildest frigging impression of luke “codename raven” pearce 

hear me out

“Tracking, sniping, combat, tactical driving, and wilderness survival...” rattles off the description of luke on the tot official website. he proves a bunch of these skills in game: he shows off his tracking and sniping skills in SR Timely Rescue, he shows off his combat skills in episode 2 of his character story, he shows off his general physical prowess in SR Moment of Danger when he scaled that rock climbing wall in 9 seconds, good god, we GET IT, LUKE!!! YOURE RIPPED!!!---on that note though, i do want to see him show off the tactical driving and wilderness survival, id get a real kick out of seeing luke go full on Baby Driver dir. Edgar Wright and then Bear Grylls-ing it up in the woods. but i digress---back on topic, he additionally has shown a proficiency in making and tinkering with gadgets: made an audio transmitter for mc in SSR Alluring Gaze, made a lipstick tranquilizer gun for mc in main story 5.1, and has these cool futuristic smart glasses as a card level up item which was described to be modded by luke himself, among many other passing instances he mentions making gadgets. i guessssss the tinkering thing makes sense, given his background in bio-engineering. but just to top it all off, hes also a hackerman (main story 5.1). because it’s go big or go home with this dude.

can you imagine being like, a newbie low level NSB employee hearing about the man the myth the legend, Raven. like, youve never met him, but his reputation is Off The Walls.

you head on over to tech/equipment dept and u look over this cool doodad like “who made this gadget? it’s...insanely good, what the hell.”

“oh, raven made that,” a resigned techie says

“...isnt raven an investigator? like, an agent? a really scary good one, at that?”

“yeah but he can make stuff too. drives us up the fucking wall, whenever he mods the stuff we make into something better. asshole...”

“yikes.”

so you go on with your day and bump into some people from the financial and technology crimes section, raven’s assigned section, and lo and behold, theyre complaining about him too

“i respect the guy, of course, but his thing is to be on the field. does he really have to one up us by showing off he’s better at us at hacking as well???”

and youre like. what. why is this dude good at so many things. 

and then those people keep on talking.

“a bit inappropriate to complain about him right now, he nearly died a few days ago.” (in reference to flashback in luke chara story ep2 last bit)

“what!”

“yeah raven’s in the hospital, after his last mission. got hit by that gas, you know the one. his partner, aaron, said he nearly didnt make it.”

“im glad hes alive, but how the fuck did he survive??? that toxic gas kills literally anybody that inhales it.”

“i heard aaron say that he managed to stay alive through sheer force of will.”

you scuttle away, absolutely terrified of raven now. 

and then maybe like a month later you see a crowd of people gathered by the window, looking down at the courtyard below

“whats going on?” you ask

“raven’s getting chased by a goose.”

“what.” and you look down and yep. that sure is a dude getting chased by a goose. 

a dude who is raven, the terrifyingly hypercompetent investigator, the man who shows off in fields he doesnt even need to be good at, and the guy who apparently socked Death in the jaw. 

and he looks like the personification of a golden retriever. a baby faced, messy haired young man booking it across the grass, evading a scorned waterfowl.

at that moment, you conclude that nothing in this world makes sense

[peepawleo]

Hey this is for uncle tello?

Can you be my pa I was jus abandoned and I’m a soft shell that’s shedding I’m a smol tot with a love for techy stuff

~ lev anon

No.

[yakuzacasual]

Hi there! I was reading your Kashiwagi’s content and let me tell you I loved it so much! He is such an amazing character! Would you be comfortable to write something about Saejima as well? Pretty much the same thing, so what happens when he finds he is in love with Reader? It is ok if you don’t want to, please be safe and thanks again xxx

PREFACE

Hey again, dear! As promised, your ask made it into this ongoing batch and since I was so excited to get working on it right away, it even ended up being made as the second one, cheers tot hat. What I realized after finishing up the writing is that I’m not 100% certain if I’ve written exactly what you wanted since rather than rely on what I did for Kashiwagi, I went with “what if Saejima realizes he’s in love” scenario. Hope it’s all good still and if not, do let me know and I’ll write even more ;) Again, thank you for stopping by, hope you enjoy and have a fantastic weekend!

SAEJIMA FALLING IN LOVE

Finally free from the heavy burden of the Ueno Seiwa massacre, Saejima is slowly getting his life back together, learning how to live in this new reality step by step. Having his own family within the clan and the support of friends he made along the way back to Tojo has been a significant help, though there are many things he still does not fully comprehend. Phones are weird and so is that little Daigo he remembers as an annoying brat, suddenly all grown up and leading the whole ass clan like a pro, but then there is that one thing that he simply cannot get a grasp on at all. Relationships. Romantic ones in particular. He barely ever had the time to think about it in his teenage years and now that he’s older, supposedly wiser, he’s got absolutely no idea about the modern ways of courting a person.

And frankly, he never thought he’d need the knowledge. He was ready to live his life out without a partner, instead directing all of his time and enthusiasm into supporting the growth of his family and clan. Tojo always comes first, after all. Saejima sacrificed so much for it’s sake, that it feels like there is simply no turning back and past that point there was simply nothing good he could offer anyone. He’s not charismatic, a bit socially inept even and doesn’t know much about things that people like these days. There would be no way for him to keep an entertaining conversation for long enough to interest someone with himself. Or so he believed right until you entered the picture.

The two of you get introduced through a shared acquaintance, which just so happens to be Baba-chan. Knowing that whoever you are, you got the seal of approval of one of his closest companions and that’s more than enough to let the tiger be slightly more relaxed and open towards you. Despite not being one for pleasantries and foolish small talk, Saejima tries his damndest to follow the basic steps of etiquette he still remembers to leave a good first impression because holy smokes. You have absolutely caught him off guard. He finds you attractive, that’s for sure though at the time he doesn’t quite realize it, but more importantly, the way you speak, move around, all the little quirks and flow he sees in this brief conversation you two share makes him think of you as positively fascinating. There is something about the way you speak with him, specifically him - he concludes after getting to see you with Baba-chan a few times - is hitting home and hard. Like you see him, the real him. The man with many scars, all the best years left behind in prison that has chewed him up and spit him out right into the confusing world of modernity.

You start meeting up every now and again. Sometimes you give him crash course in some techy nuances, sometimes it’s just an evening of you venting and him listening patiently and giving out the most straightforward advice he could come up with and at times you even get him to tell some stories of his own, especially in that cute Kansai dialect. It doesn’t take long for the two of you to seriously hit it off, to the point where Baba-chan starts questioning if he’ll ever see his friends again. It’s all friendly fun and games until one day, as you’re standing on a rooftop in the chilly winter evening, gusts of wind ruffling your clothing and hair, if the strands are long enough. Saejima is looking at you again, as he finds himself doing often, letting you go off on a tangent about a hazy memory from your past. The tone of your voice he knows so well now feels soothing, the way you speak etched into his brain to replay at restless nights. Not even he is dumb enough to confuse this feeling he gets. It’s love, budding at the core of his heart, warm and filling like a nice meal.

Despite usually being blunt about his emotions, he decides to keep them secret from everybody. For the first time in a while Saejima wants to make an effort for something other than his clan. He may be imperfect, dangerous even, but you have embraced it once and he hopes that you will do it again, as this time he offers you his all - the mind, the body and the heart - and will do everything in his power to make you fall for him. Again and again, and again as both of you grow, change, learn to love each other anew every time.

[waterstribe]

Dave: *ordering a cake on the phone*

Shop employee: And what would you like your cake to say?

Dave, to the rest of the Techie Tots: Do we want a talking cake?

[calgoodie]

Calum’s character study. Just something I stole from AJ who stole it from Bay :))

BASIC

FULL NAME: Calum Taylor Goodrich

HOW IS IT PRONOUNCED?: Cal-um Tay-lor Good-rich

IS THERE A MEANING BEHIND IT?: No

NICKNAMES: Cal, Calcium Trashbin, Goodie

AGE: Twenty-One

DATE OF BIRTH: September 21st, 1998

ZODIAC SIGN: Virgo

PLACE OF BIRTH: Salinas, California

HOMETOWN: Carmel, California

LOCATION: Dayton, California  

ETHNICITY: Biracial (Mexican Hispanic, Swedish, Native American, French, English, and Iranian)

NATIONALITY: American

RELIGIOUS VIEWS: Agnostic

EDUCATION LEVEL: Senior in college 

OCCUPATION: Lighting/Audio tech at The Cage, coal runner at Tits, Clits, & Bong Hits

MENTAL CONDITIONS: Major Depression, PTSD, generalized anxiety 

PHYSICAL IMPAIRMENTS: None

ADDICTIONS: Marlboro reds, cocaine (when available), psychedelics 

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

HAIR COLOR: Brown

HAIR STYLE: Short, and lightly curled. Essentially this

EYES COLOR: Brown

CLOTHING STYLE: I’ve always said that Calum wears a lot of the same thing over and over. Lots of black t-shirts and dark jeans. He’s a lighting tech so as a techy wearing a lot of black is a must. That doesn’t change much when he’s working at TC&BH. In between, he likely wears a lot of jackets (hoodies, jean jacket, rain slickers, whatever in his closet). He has one suit that he wears on special occasions and that’s it. 

PERSONALITY

POSITIVE TRAITS: Creative, passionate, charming

NEGATIVE TRAITS: Indecisive, clingy, impulsive

WHAT DO THEY CONSIDER TO BE THE BEST AND THE WORST PART OF THEIR PERSONALITY?: Calum would consider the best part of his personality to be that he loves wholeheartedly and puts way more trust into people than he should. The worst part is that he is painfully indecisive and his anxiety often gets in his way of being able to confidently make a decision. 

ARE THEY MORE EXTROVERTED OR INTROVERTED?: He’s very much an ambivert.

ANY TALENTS?: He can blow smoke rings. Best pussy licker in town. Dems da facts. 

WHAT ARE THEIR FEARS?: Slides, rejection, losing people 

ANY ALLERGIES?: No

DO THEY HAVE ANY PHOBIAS?: monophobia

WHAT IS THEIR SOFT SPOT?: Animals, The Ew Crew, his romantic partners

LIST 3 PET-PEEVES THEY CAN’T STAND: Rap, people trying to speak in accents that aren’t their own, loud talking

PAST

BEST MEMORY: Joining an underground lobster smuggling ring with Evie

WORST MEMORY: Probably watching his dad get shot and then watching his attacker kill herself. 

BIGGEST SECRET: He had sex with Evie

BIGGEST WISH: To have a family with Callie that somehow includes Dayana

BIGGEST FEAR: Being alone

FIRST KISS: age 14 end of 8th grade. 

FIRST LOVE: Georgie Sanford 

CHILDHOOD BEST FRIEND: Jane Ridley

CHILDHOOD PERSONALITY: 0-14 energetic, curious, athletic, outgoing. 14-18 solemn, angry, jealous, anxious mess  

ROMANCE & SEXUALITY

TURN ONS: Neck kisses, shoulder bites, soft voices, when Callie calls him daddy, being dominant, being dominated (we stan a switch), bondage, breath play, when someone brings him taco bell. 

TURN OFFS: Being yelled at, no lube, cock cages

MISCELLANEOUS

SPEAKING VOICE CLAIM: Benjamin Wadsworth’s voice

SINGING VOICE CLAIM: Jake Scott 

RELATIONSHIP WITH MOTHER: Calum never had a relationship with his mom. She did shortly after giving birth to him. 

MOTHER’S NAME: Tara Goodrich 

RELATIONSHIP WITH FATHER: Calum’s father raised him after his mom died. Their relationship was pretty good until his dad started dating Denise. After which both of them got heavily into drugs and what started as a lighthearted good time turned into night after night of heavy abuse. His father would torture and find various ways to make his life miserable until almost blinding him and sending him off to live with his aunt and uncle. 

FATHER’S NAME: Raymond Goodrich 

SIBLINGS: None but Max & Ainsley Slater are his cousins.

PETS: Moose (Dog), Blue (Dog), Tater Tot (Dog), Kevin Bacon (Tea cup pig), Crackers (opossum), Sir Woolington the third (Sheep), Kevin (fish), Tapas (dead shark in a knight costume) 

ROLE MODELS: Glen Bell, Hayden

FAVORITE PLACE: City Watertower, Highway 1

FAVORITE ANIMALS: Russian Sables 

FAVORITE BOOKS: The Sneeches, Cat and the Hat, The Lorax, Sea Glass Heart (as written by Callie Forsyth)

FAVORITE MOVIES: Where the Wild Things Are, Ponyo, Pokemon Mew Two Strikes Back

FAVORITE MUSIC: alternative rock, pop, country, really anything sad AF

FAVORITE FOOD: Taco Bell

QUIRKS

ARE THEY RIGHT OR LEFT HANDED?: Right Handed

WHAT’S A WORD THAT’S ALWAYS ON THEIR LIPS?: “Sit on my face.”

WHAT LANGUAGES DO THEY SPEAK?: English

DO THEY CURSE?: Yes

WHAT’S THEIR WORST HABIT(S)?: Cheating

DO THEY DRINK OR SMOKE? HOW FREQUENTLY?: Calum absolutely does both but not nearly as frequently as he used to after he started dating Callie. 

ARE THEY AN EARLY BIRD OR A NIGHT OWL?: A little bit of both. It depends on when he’s working. 

HOW TIDY IS THEIR ROOM?: His room is actually super well taken care of. Calum likes to keep his space clean. Easy to do since he doesn’t own much. 

HOW LONG TO THEY USUALLY TAKE GETTING READY?: Calum literally takes like 10 minutes to get ready unless he’s being DISTRACTED. 

[ducknotinarow]

2k3/7 Raph Don - #

| send me “#” for cell phone headcanons about our muses including:

"jeez ain't we done rumagin' through my phone yet? for fucks sake"

As with previous 03/07 I'll point out any changes between the times -what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone

'Donnie'

"hmm well 'hat's easy, Donnie course what I put 'em as. Yeah sure ain't nothing unique lots call Don, Donnie even Mikey at times. But well he always Donnie ta me. No differe 'han how he calls me Raphie still I guess. Just was easier when we were jus' tots an' all. Don comin' ta me cryin' 'Raphie, Raphie, Raphie' onve small 'hings. But I always answered." he chuckles a little at the memory " uh still sorta dose it now thinkin' bout it now?" He rubs at the side of his head "Though I useta do it too...mostly if I saw a bug since he never mind grabbin' 'em" He shrives a bit he still hates them. "Jus' what we do. Others may use the nicknames. I don' mind much if family uses it but I guess it jus' got different meaning with Don an' I." - what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone

[image description ] A photo of Donnie clearly facing the camera a obvious annoyed glare aimed at Raphael who took the photo with some grease smuges coating their olive skin. Nothing about this photo is flattering to say the least. As Don's beak is even pouting when seeming aware of them getting thier picture taken.

That usual little chuckle rumble out over Raphael's tongue now shoulders shaking slightly even "I told 'em he was lokkin' real hot for Von an' his date. Said she gonna change their plans second she sees 'em even." he chuckles more explaining the look on Don's face for the contact photo. "Sometimes Don asks me ta help 'em wit' his projects. Was wantin' ta fix up the tank. I may not know much with the techy stuff but I know the maniacal side's makin' sure nothin' gonna blow out the engines afta all." Raph soon smiles to himself. "I kind of 'ike gettin' ta work wit' 'em 'ike this. We jus' take up own spaces to do what we gotta do. Throw on some rock music. Sometimes we use it as a chance to share song wit' each other. An' jus' talk. Nothin' speical sometimes we just bitchin' to the other. I love hearin' Don get mad it's funny. He don' think it funny but eh it's funny. Might talk 'bout Casey and Von even or complain 'bout Mikey an' Leo. Sometimes nice thin's depends. Mostly we joke an' such. Dunno maybe cause he workin' but it's fun workin' on stuff with Don cause of how his mood seems ta change. Jus' fun. Even those times he wanna swing a sludge hammer on me."

07 - [image description] is almost the same but Donnie is smiling in the photo, shell cycle behind the purple banded turtle. "I had stopped usin' that bike..since Don made it for me so it went wit' out a lotta love. So I asked Don 'bout fixin' it together...cause I missed those old times." Soft sadden smile over lost times for stupid reasons. - what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone

'our love' by Bee Gees (songs about brotherly love and it just sweet preform in honor of brother after getting a grammy ;3;) I hold you near but you're so far away And it's losing you I can't believe To watch you leave and let this feeling die You alone are the living thing that keeps me alive And tomorrow if I'm here without your love You know I can't survive Only my love can raise you high above it all

"I love my brother a lot at 'hat. He's my favorite outta the three of 'em. One i'm closest to. I can say we are also friends and not jus' brothers. I can talk to 'em and such but..damn I wish he trust me a bit more ya know?" 07: *same song just different secont of lyrics

We can take the darkness and make if full of light But let your love flow back to me How can you leave and let this feeling die This happy room will be a lonely place when you are gone And I won't even have your shoulders for the crying on No other women's love could be as true, I'm begging you "I neva' changed the song..but the meanin' has changed for me. I put it at a different spot even cause of it. I missed him alot."

- my muse’s last text to your muse

03 : [text] Donnie if ya awake

[text] who I kidding. -_- [text] I needja! :O

[text] bring a hammer! or a torch! yeah Torch I need ta fuckin burn this nasty ass bug to ashes! >:I 07 : [text] saw ya were low grab ya some coffee, left on the counter

[melchixr]

At Seventeen

Not requested but I spent so long writing this. 

In which Hanschen and his group of outcasts laugh at the in-crowd and Hanschen falls in love with one of them.

A song fic based off of this song. Which is both emo and relatable

Word Count: 7553

I learned the truth at seventeen That love was meant for beauty queens And high school girls with clear-skinned smiles Who married young and then retired

He hadn’t thought of what it would be like after that night. He just assumed that Bobby would fall into his arms. Instead of pestering him and his friends during lunch, maybe he would come sit with them. Maybe he would start holding conversations with Hanschen instead of glancing at him as they passed in the hallway. Maybe he’d actually speak to Hanschen at school instead of calling his name in the parking lot after class.

But he really wasn’t all that shocked to look across the quad at Bobby’s table to see his sharing a seat with Greta. He was leaning close to the tall, blond girl with one arm around her waist, the other propping himself up on the table among the tater tots and textbooks from a decade ago.

No. Hanschen didn’t feel anything. Or at least he forced himself not to feel anything. He didn’t want to. Kids always make mistakes at prom. That’s just what happens. Sometimes kids end up drinking or making fools of themselves or coming home high.

Or they hand off their virginity to the class president in the backseat of your car.

So Hanschen kept his eyes locked on Bobby, remembering that night only a few days ago. But Saturday night felt like years away from Monday lunch.

“Hey, Hansi,” Ilse’s voice broke through the white noise. “Are you alright?”

His blue eyes moved to her gaze. She had been there that night and knew full well what had happened in the aftermath. So her gaze was sympathetic and warmed Hanschen to the very core.

He nodded and looked back down to the carton of milk sat in front of him. He used his bitten down fingernails to pick at the paperboard layers. He’d much rather look down at that then look up at his friends glaring back at him.

Melchior was the first to break the uncomfortable silence that had fallen over the table since Hanschen turned back to the group. “So...Who got the Chemistry homework?”

The valentines I never knew The Friday night charades of youth Were spent on one more beautiful At seventeen I learned the truth

The honking didn’t top, long after Hanschen had already waved out his window, signalling to Melchior that he was coming downstairs. He was laying on the horn from the moment Hanschen closed his window and grabbed his backpack to the moment he opened his front door with Melitta and Thea glaring at him.

“Hey, fuck off!” Hanschen shouted running over to bang his fist on the roof of the Volkswagen. “You’re gonna wake up the whole block.”

Melchior finally stopped honking and watched his newest companion throw open the back door and climb into the seat beside Wendla and Moritz. In the front, Ilse peered over the back of her seat. “You look hot, who are you trying to impress?”

Hanschen looked over the outfit he had worn to school. Not much more than the tee shirt and jeans he wore every day. But Ilse’s hand reached out to tilt his chin back up. “No. it’s your hair. You look smoking, Hansi.” She smiled with her wide, shining white smile. “You do something new?”

“Cut the shit,” Moritz hit her hand away playfully. “Let’s talk about what matters. You bring the Uno, Hanschen?”

The blonde nodded, pulling the deck of cards wrapped in a rubber band from the front pocket of his cheap bag. Ilse cheered much louder than she should have as the small car peeled out of Hanschen suburban street.

Their spot was empty, as it always was. The field seemed to stretch out forever and ever, so far that they couldn’t tell where the grass stopped and the sky started. It was all dark for as far as the eye could see. But they knew they were only ten minutes out of town and on the other side of the field was the power plant, so Melchior knew not to drive too far off the road.

The only light was from the the three of four electric lanterns they had brought along, sat on top of a blanket Ilse had brought along. Their dim lights made the cards hard to read, but the five still played blindly and fumbling with the rules.  

But when Wendla reached into her purse and pulled out a mostly full bottle of wine, they decided to forgo the game completely.

“How the hell did you get this?” Moritz asked, lounging on his back before taking a big sip.

Wendla shrugged, tugging her cardigan closer around her small body. “My parents think I’m the good kid compared to my sister. They don’t suspect a thing.”

Melchior took the sip from the bottle Moritz handed him. “God,” he mused, looking at them all with huge, blissful eyes. The dim light made his eyes look like two black holes “This is so just classically teenage of us.”

“Classic teenagers don’t play Uno,” Ilse corrected and stuck her foot out into the pile of cards. She had ditched the shoes a while ago, now had her toes poking through her white socks. She had always loved the feeling of grass.  “They get wasted at parties and have sex and….they’re cool.”

After a moment of two of silence, Hanschen sighed, “We’re cool. I think we’re cool.”

And those of us with ravaged faces Lacking in the social graces Desperately remained at home Inventing lovers on the phone

If the phone had rang once that night, he would have jumped out of his skin. But it didn’t. From when he had woken up that morning to now, closing in on midnight. How many Sundays would be spent like this, he wondered. Laying on his front on his floor with his eyes locked on the phone his parents were cautious to put in his room. They had been afraid that he was going to stay up all night talking on it.

How wrong they were.

The novels that normally attracted him felt meaningless. He had the volumes of Edgar Allan Poe before him. He had War and Peace. He had everything he could ever want on those pages. But he didn’t want to even look at them. He instead chose to sit there in his own brain, wallowing.

Maybe Ilse would call.

No, she and Moritz were going to a movie tonight to celebrate his first A in English.

Maybe Melchior would call.

No, he studied on Sunday nights.

Maybe Wendla would call.

No, he should just stop hoping.

So the room remained silent, save for the dreamy sighs coming from Hanschen every few minutes and the absent minded turn of pages of the books he had already read a dozen times.

But suddenly, through the deafening white noise, broke the sound of the ring he thought he’d never hear.

As Hanschen stood his mind was flooded with all his friends what they might be offering. Then, he hit the jackpot. He recalled how he had written his phone number in wobbly marker script on Bobby’s hand. It had been right before they had crawled into the back of his car, telling the dashing teenager in a tight tux that he ‘needs to call’ soon.

Two weeks is soon, right?

He ran to the phone, praying that the smears he saw on Bobby’s hand at the end of the night were still legible. Maybe he had gotten lonely and Hanschen needed to hop on his bike and ride it across town to Bobby’s house. Maybe he’d be waiting for him with open arms, smiling his big, movie star smile. Then he’d chuckle the chuckle that was still burning Hanschen’s eardrums since that night in the back of the car.

“Hello?”

“Hi, can I speak to Nancy?”

He felt his heart hit the ground as soon as the woman’s voice came through the receiver.

“You have the wrong number.”

Who called to say, "Come dance with me" And murmured vague obscenities It isn't all it seems At seventeen

Hanschen wished he would have known you had to reserve seats to graduation when he first suggested they go.  “I’m so sorry,” He muttered to the others leaning against the chain link fence. Below them, the football field was filled with supportive parents in the bleachers cheering for their kids on the portable white stage. They looked so small from where they were. “I thought we could just...I dunno...get in.”

With a sigh, Wendla reached over to lovingly touch Hanschen’s shoulder. “It’s ok, Hansi, none of us really know any of the seniors.”

The echoing voice of their principal was barely audible as he listed off names of the students taking their diplomas.

“Ya know. We’re technically seniors now,” Melchior muttered, keeping his wide eyes on the crowd below. The thought made a shiver run down Hanschen’s spine. He looked from Melchior and Moritz, the pair he had known since first grade, to Ilse, who moved there halfway through their sophomore year, to Wendla who transferred across town at the beginning of middle school.

Then, he couldn’t help but think one year ahead.  To when Ilse left to the West coast for art school. Or when Moritz and Wendla would move up to New York to chase their dreams of being an iconic actress/ techie duo. Or when Melchior was going to be basically guaranteed into any law school he wanted.

And Hanschen was here. And that’s where he’d stay.

He wasn’t creative or talented like the girls. Or smart like Melchior. Or a technical mastermind like Moritz. He was just Hanschen. Hanschen who planned to go to Graduation without invites.

“Hey, who wants to go to Joe’s and get a milkshake?” He let the suggestion break his mental downward spiral. The others all looked to one another, nodding eagerly. “Cause this is boring as hell.”

Wendla turned on her heel, gesturing for the others to follow her to her minivan.

A brown-eyed girl in hand-me-downs Whose name I never could pronounce Said, "Pity, please, the ones who serve They only get what they deserve"

The whispers had been heard all around their town. They all said she was coming back, the queen of the streets. His mother knew her as the class president/ valedictorian/cheerleader who ended up marrying her prom king boyfriend and moving to California. Wendla’s mom recalled her as the wife of a politician who went from a rich daddy to a rich husband.  The Gabor’s had known her as a resident of their church and the most talented member of their choir.

Ilse knew her as the out of date prom queen of suburbia. And she repeated this sentiment between puffs of her skinny cigarette.

“How do you get a whole town so far up your ass that you can leave for twenty years and still have parents telling your kids about how cool you were!” She rolled her eyes and stretched out among the soft grass and vibrant poppies. She offered the cigarette to Hanschen, who took it graciously. “I mean. The whole reason she’s moving back is because her husband ran for senator and lost miserably.”

The blond boy rolled his eyes after blowing out a puff of grey smoke. “That’s tragic. That she has to be back here. I’d hate that.”

“That’s what she gets. She’s allowed to get out of here because she’s pretty,” Ilse explained as if she were a professor. “Look at all of our parents. They all had to stay behind. This town really sucks you in.”

“Well if she’s too beautiful then why is she coming back? If your theory is correct then she should be off living the highlife?” He leaned over the girl, blocking the sunlight from her freckled face. Dark and wavy hair laid out around her like a pillow.

She shrugged up at her companion. “I dunno. Maybe because she finally got what was coming to her.”

“What did she do wrong, Ilse?”

There was a pause. Ilse sucked in the nicotine and exhaled like it was her life course. “She was beautiful, Hanschen. Haven’t you heard?”

And the rich relationed hometown queen Marries into what she needs With a guarantee of company And haven for the elderly

The new Robel house was a hot spot that week. They would drive by in their cars or on their bikes, looking around as they whizzed by. Some were even bold enough to walk by, staring at the home as they went.

It was huge and brick with a well groomed garden out front. They lived at the end of a cul-de-sac which they probably thought was the busiest in town.

So they felt no anxiety when they went to drive past, like everyone else had that boring summer. That is, except Hanschen, who stood outside of Melchior’s car nervously while his friends climbed in.

“I dunno...I just don’t want to look crazy,” He explained for the thousandth time, but the others rolled their eyes. This was the most exciting thing to have happened in the last month, since a fire broke out in the field next to the cemetery.  “They must think the people here are crazy.”

“No not at all, they must just think they live on a very busy cul-de-sac,” Moritz was quick to defend.

Still, he let them go on without him, leaving him stranded in his driveway. He went back in, but still came out only hours later as the sun was setting and curiosity got the best of him. He couldn’t drive, his parents were too strict to let him get his licence. So he had his old bike, a little bit too small for him with yellow paint chipping off to reveal the rust beneath. But, it was still trusty enough to get him to the big, fancy houses only five minutes away.

It’s not that he didn’t like in a nice house. Hell, his dad was an accountant and his mom was a nurse. They weren’t exactly struggling. But this house looked like the word ‘struggle’ wasn’t in their vocabulary. This whole neighborhood didn’t have people with silver spoons, they were made of silver spoons.

The house in question was at the very end, the stained glass windows beside the grand door were lit up, like some family inside were enjoying some sort of Hallmark movie bullshit dinner.

But as he slowed down to gaze  at the mini mansion, he noticed the garage was open. Inside it were stacks and stacks of moving boxes and two fairly expensive looking new cars. A long, thin figure was bent over one of the stacks. The starling shock of red he wore is what caught Hanschen’s eye, making him come to a stop almost subconsciously.

The figure was a male, maybe around the same age as Hanschen himself. But he could only tell that because the kid was tall. If he weren’t, he would look like thirteen, with freckled cheeks that were the only part of his lanky body that still had baby fat on them. Draped over his scrawny torso was a bright red tee shirt that matched the red bandana that he had tied across his head, keeping his brown hair out of his face.

Hanschen could look at him forever. And he had planned to, or at least until the boy looked up so he could make out what his eyes looked like.

But when he did look up, fear struck Hanschen, as those eyes were looking right at him.

Fumbling, he tried his hardest to get his bike moving again. He could feel his face turn reds as he heard a high, lilting voice cry out to him. “Hey! You live around here?”

Fuck fuck fuck fuck gotta go gotta go.

Finally, when hanschen managed to get his spastic feet onto the pedals, he took off like a very shay bullet. He took his second to look over his shoulder, as the boy who had wandered closer to Hanschen at the end of his driveway, watching the stranger rush away like a burglar.

Then, he watched Hanschen faceplant into his mailbox and topple over it.

Remember those who win the game Lose the love they sought to gain In debentures of quality And dubious integrity

Hanschen usually didn’t like parties. Everytime he  had been invited to one in the past, he declined, instead opting to spend the night with his actual friends or alone in his room instead of in a crowded room filled with acquaintances.

But when he had been invited to Bobby’s going-away party, he knew better than to decline. He had actually never accepted in invitation faster in his life, even if it was through Bobby telling Thea to invite him when they ran into each other at the movies.

He didn’t dare tell his friends. They had all told him for the last two months that he needed to forget all about Bobby. So he had to take his beaten up boke over to Bobby’s house.

It wasn't like those cheesy graduation barbeques that white people put on for their kids. In fact, Bobby’s parents weren’t even there. It was just a crowd of high schoolers in their upper-middle class two-story, all slightly intoxicated and flirting with anything that walked. Most probably didn’t even know it was for Bobby before he moved a few hours away for college.

Hanschen knew, though. In fact that was the first thing he did when he arrived and hid his bike in the bushes. Bobby didn’t answer the door, it was some sophomore girl he half-recognized. When he asked her where Bobby was, she just shrugged and offered him a beer.

He took it of course, but it didn’t deter him.

A few minutes were spent scouring the house. It would have been faster if he hadn’t been stopped every other second to be asked about his eye. When he did find Bobby in the kitchen, the first thing out of his mouth was: “Hey, Hanschen, what happened to your eye?”

The blond hurriedly looked down at his shoes, trying to avoid the hazel eyes staring down at him. “Yeah I uh… Hit it on a side-table when I uh… Fell out of bed.”  He couldn’t possibly think say that he was riding his bike and got distracted by a very cute boy. “But good job getting uh...accepted to college. Good luck.”

Bobby just shrugged aimlessly, taking a long sip of the cup of random liquor in his hand. “Thanks, dude. And thanks for coming. What have you been up to? It’s been a while.”

No mention of it. Not one. The first time since that night that they had spoken. But he didn’t think to bring up that the last time they were together, they couldn’t keep their hands off of each other.

“Yeah, it has been…” Hanschen muttered in response, feeling his anger bubble up inside of him. It was like he was being hit in the gut over and over by Bobby’s apathetic gaze. Maybe he didn’t remember Hanschen, so he looked back up in the hope that he’d suddenly recognize his face and didn’t before.

“So…” He muttered, his soft smile breaking his chiseled features. It warmed Hanschen to the core. He wanted to reach out and wrap his arms around Bobby, pulling him closer like before. And maybe, Bobby wanted that too. “Your blackeye….Did it hurt?”

Hanschen hadn’t ever felt like a deflated balloon until that moment. Like Bobby had be blowing him up and finally just let it go, watching it was it shrank into a latex raisin.

So he nodded, casting his eyes away and taking a final chug or beer, draining the can. “Yeah. It hurt like a bitch. I gotta go.”

Bobby looked like he might have followed, but instead of chasing after Hanschen, he leaned back on the counter and shrugged to his companions on how weird that guy was acting.

So, once again, the party was like any other, miserable. After 30 minutes of being asked about the bruise by a variety of strangers,  they had learned to leave him alone. So he sat there, on the back porch of the Maler household along with all the other miserable kids smoking and wathcing the girls play in the large, unnaturally blue pool.

God, he thought to himself for the thousandth time that night, men are pigs.

“Hey, how’d you get that black eye?”

Before even turning around, he was through with it. He shook his head, almost yelling back at the voice behind him, “I fucking hit my face isn’t that obvious, you dumb fucking-”

When he turned, his gaze was met by a pair of long legs in a pair of shorts decorated by lobsters. Looking up from where he was sitting, Hanschen’s eyes moved up to a familiar, warm face. His features radiated with warm, like he was made of sunshine. Tan skin met with perfectly brown eyes shrouded by eyelashes too long for a boy.

Oh shit, he was the boy.

“Oh….Hey,” He cursed himself under his breath before nervously introducing himself. “I’m Hanschen. Have we uh...met?”

“You tumbled face-first into my mailbox then ran away.”

“Oh.”

Their small town eyes will gape at you In dull surprise when payment due Exceeds accounts received At seventeen

Maybe it’s weird to see two guys enjoying each other’s company. By the looks of the guests, it must’ve been. But Hanschen glared back at them, as if challenging them to try and tell him what he could or couldn’t do.

“Hanschen,” Ernst’s voice softly called to him. “Maybe they’re staring because we’re both wet.”

Suddenly, as if it had all been an out of body experience, Hanschen look down to see he was still dripping with pool water reeking of chlorine and had on only a pair of boxers clinging to his body for dear life. All his other clothes had been neatly folded by Ernst and were now tucked under his arm. At least Ernst had the dignity to keep on his lobster shorts.

“Well thank God most of them are asleep,” He gave a passing glance to the stoner on the couch staring at them and made quick work to jump over the sleeping teenagers on the living room floor.  Looking over his shoulder, Hanschen ushered Ernst to follow him. Ernst followed, a bit more shakily even though he was easily the more sober of the two. “Come on, Ernest.”

The smaller of the two chuckled, not bothering to correct him as the two crept almost silently down the hallway. He only tripped over one person, but he didn’t even wake up. For a second Hanschen was afraid the kid was dead, but saw a slight movement of the chest and saw he wasn’t dead, just in a comatose like state brought on by shitty weed.

The bathroom they had been venturing too was guarded by a couple that were widely known as the weird couple that all they did was sit together in silence and make out in the wierdest way. They didn’t say anything, just watched with heavily lidded eyes. They didn’t stop glaring until the Hanschen closed the bathroom door behind them.

“People don’t know how to keep to themselves,” The blond muttered, sitting on the edge of the shower. “Don’t they know staring is rude?”  

“We also wandered through the house dripping wet with your dick practically out,” Ernst chuckled.

Hanschen shrugged, looking over himself to see the fabric clinging to him in ways he definitely didn’t want. Maybe at another time, he would be embarrassed, but instead he set to work hanging out his damp clothes over the shower rod. That’s just what he gets when he jumps into the pool fully clothed.

“You think Bobby will be mad if I dry off my shorts with with his hairdryer,” Ernst’s light voice piped up from where he was sitting, digging through a plastic bin of curling irons and hair brushes he assumed was Bobby’s sister’s.

Hanschen shook his head, sitting on the counter across from his companion for the night. “Sure. Knock yourself out.”

Ernst plugged in the bright pink blow dryer and almost immediately turned around to point it at Hanschen’s chest. “Put your hands up, sucker.”

Hanschen laughed louder than he should have, “What are you gonna do? Dry me?”

Not hesitating, Ernst turned on the dryer and blew hot air directly into Hanschen’s face, giggling as he watched strands of blonde hair fly in all sorts of directions.  Hanschen continued to laugh, relishing in the heat. Ernst smiled softly, feeling giddy like a fourth grader with his first crush. Maybe it was because the person behind the dryer was so close he could see the freckles on his cheeks and the little moles on his neck and hands.

Only when it looked like Hanschen was having too much fun, did he turn the dryer away and pointed it down to dry off his wet shorts. It took a moment of so for the other to stifle his giggles, but he did eventually, watching Ernst diligently work on his shorts.

“How do you know Bobby, Ernest?” He asked after some time of silence.

Ernst rolled his eyes, speaking up over the whir of the dryer. “I don’t know him, really. Just met him uh….just once last month. Yeah, when I first moved here. I dunno if you know Max…?” He looked up to see Hanschen nod. Max was pretty nice. He was well known for always pulling out all the stops at the big game and leading pep rallies with all his energy. “Well, he lives down my block and invited me to hang out for a couple ‘welcome to the neighborhood’ drinks.”

“But you don’t drink,” Hanschen muttered, restating the fact he had been told earlier that night when he offered Ernst a sip of beer.

Ernst shuddered, as if remembering something that he didn’t want to. “Well, I did then. And I met Bobby.”

There was more to the story, but Hanschen didn’t push it. He just nodded, “Yeah. He’s alright.”

Ernst turned the blower on Hanschen’s pair of jeans and tee shirt, dripping with chlorinated water. He seemed content with his work, humming as he went. “What made you think it would be smart to jump in fully clothed?” He mused.

If there was any reason behind his actions, even Hanschen didn’t know it, he just remained sat on the edge of the tub, watching diligently. “I dunno, Ernest. But it was fun,” He extended a hand to Ernst, requesting the dryer. “Can I see that?”

“Sure,” He handed over the dryer and went digging thought his pile of dry clothes to find the calculator watch he had gotten for Hanukkah last year. Hanschen pointed the dryer towards his crotch to dry out the boxers. “It’s uhh, twelve thirty, we probably shouldn’t be so loud people are trying to sleep-”

“It’s what?”

“Twelve thirty.”

Throwing the dryer to the floor, Hanschen began frantically moving around, yanking his damp clothes from of the shower rod, “Shit, shit, shit!” He hissed, struggling to put on jeans that rubbed his skin in the worst way. “My curfew is eleven holy fuck.”

Ernst chuckled and turned off the dryer, thankful it didn’t break when it hit the tile. “Oh, sorry about that Hanschen.”

Not responding, he continued to desperately tug on his clothing.  By the time he got the shirt on and the pants mostly on, he rushed out of the bathroom and towards the front door. Following, Ernst watche dhim trip repeatedly over the sleeping. “Bye, Ernest, had a good time!” He called back, some dumb part of his brain still thinking to impress the pretty boy standing in the doorway as he ran barefoot from the house.

“It’s ERNST. No second E!”

To those of us who knew the pain Of valentines that never came And those whose names were never called When choosing sides for basketball

Hanschen had never been super into sports. Not extremely at least, but enough to be able to hold his own and have some fun. He expected Ernst to be able to hold his own as well, what why he invited him over to play two-on-two with him, Melchior, and Moritz. But the second Ernst arrived at Melchior’s house, that was proven wrong.

“You doing alright, Ernst?” Hanschen asked his teammate after he had called the third water break. Ernst was doubled over, drinking from a water bottle Hansche had filled up for him. “You wanna step out and Melchi and I can play one on one?”

Ernst shook his head, looking over at the other two, chatting and passing the ball between them and discussing whether or not they wanted to order a pizza. “I’m good, Hansi. I’m fine. I’m great.” He panted out.

Ernst was never going to stop being stubborn, so Hanschen shrugged and called out to the other two. “Okay, guys, let’s play!”

Two minutes in and Ernst sounded like he was going to cough up a lung he was breathing so heavily. But he refused to call a timeout. And he would come to regret that when, while trying to steal the ball away from Moritz, he was knocked on his ass. And pretty hard too.

“Holy shit, Ernst,” Melchior called, walking over to help his new friend up. They had only hung out once or twice before, but he had already been getting along so well. Maybe just because Moritz liked him so damn much. “You alright, buddy?”

Ernst groaned, probably damning himself under his breath. “I’m good,”

The other three looked to one another with sympathetic eyes,knowing that he was lying. “Come on, Ernst,” Moritz groaned and helped Ernst to his feet with a grunt. The skinner of the two was holding his back and hissing in pain. “Me and Melchior was gonna shoot some hoops, you and Hanschen wanna go inside for a bit?”

With a wink, Moritz showed that he knew exactly what he was doing. This is what Hanschen gets for ranting to Moritz for hours about how pretty Ernst was. So Hanschen patted Ernst’s sore back, making him cringe. “Come on, Ernie. Let’s get some lemonade, alright?”

Thank God for Mrs Gabor for always keeping them stocked full of snacks like they were being shipped off to little league any moment with their capri suns and celery. Today, it was a tall pitcher of lemonade, mini raisin boxes, and a chocolate chip cookies. Ernst took an exhausted seat a the breakfast bar, slumped over the counter.

“You doing alright?” He asked the top of Ernst’s brown hair, because that was all he could see. A thumb popped up from the pile of boy on the table, signaling that he was alright but didn’t want to do much more than a slight movement. “You want some lemonade, Ernst?”

A muffled voice came from under Ernst’s folded arms. “No I’m good.”

Hanschen still poured him a drink and set the glass in front of him. A moment or two later, Ernst sat up a and revealed his bright red face. From his big ears to the tip of his nose looked were so red he practically became a cherry. He avoided looking at Hanschen, or even anywhere besides the glass right in front of him.

“What’s up, Ernst?” Hanschen asked after a pause filled with just Ernst sipping his lemonade. “You don’t seem alright.”

After a long sigh, Ernst could finally look up at Hanschen with sad eyes. “I just… I feel like an idiot.” He muttered. Hanschen now noticed the exact shade of brown his eyes were. They reminded him of the color of the bugs encased in amber that he saw on a museum field trip in fifth grade. He didn’t know what to do when Ernst suddenly looked away. “You just.... I feel like….” He sighed again.

Hanschen extended his hand to lay over Ernst’s. He felt his thin fingers and bulging knuckled underneath his fingertips, sending electric shocks through them both. “Hey. Just breath, Ernst. If you don’t want to tell me then-”

“You’re all so much better than me.”

There was a pause, like Hanschen didn’t know what to say. But in reality, all he could do was laugh at such a ridiculous concept. Ernst looked at him like he was crazy, not just for holding his hand but also for laughing in his face.

“What’s so funny?” He said in a small voice, like he was trying to shrink away. He tried to even shrink away from Hanschen’s touch and pull his hand away. But then he felt Hanschen tighten his previously loose grip.

“Ernst Robel,” He chuckled, “You are literally the embodiment of talent and grace and creativity. Don’t try to feed my anymore bullshit.”

It was long ago and far away The world was younger than today When dreams were all they gave for free To ugly duckling girls like me

“Hey, are you asleep?”

He wished he could’ve been. The sun hurt his eyes a lot, but damn it all if he was going to turn away from the warmth. He stayed leaned against the tree, not bothering to move a foot of so to the shade that Ernst was sat under.

“Not yet, I wish I was,” He gazed down at the cop of War of the Worlds he intended to read, but instead decided to soak up the rays like a sunflower.  Ernst was beginning to notice that freckles he didn’t had when they first met were starting to pop out thought normally pale porcelain skin.  “It’s too bright.”

Ernst nodded, taking off his pair of aviators and handing them to his companion. Hanschen didn’t see at first, then suddenly noticed the hand extended to him. “Thanks, Ernie,” He muttered and put on the shades, placing a golden glow over the field. Now the sun wasn’t sending pulsing pain into his eyes, he could lean back against the bark.

But now, it wasn’t the sun keeping him up, it was the hum coming from Ernst’s lips.

For a minute or so, he listened. Listened to the sound of pages flipping, Ernst’s humming, and the very light breeze.

Across the field, their might have been kids making out at the powerplant in the distance. He used to want to be there, with them, imaging he was making out with Bobby or any random guy he made eye contact with at the mall or sometimes Melchior on a really bad day. Today, he wouldn’t rather be anywhere else.

Or with anyone else.

“How’s your book, Ernst?”

“Good,” He replied. Although Hanschen couldn’t see him, he could hear him. “It’s a bit long winded but I love Wilde.”

Hanschen slid lower, father down to the base of the tree. “Wilde? Wasn’t he like….queer?”

The word fell from his mouth out of fear. He had realized what he saying halfway through his question but knew he couldn’t turn back. So he just kept his eyes closed and hoped Ernst wasn’t staring at him, questioning if the teenager lying next to him was the neighborhood “fag”. Only Ilse knew that he was.

Silence hung between them. No pages flipping or humming. Not even a breeze.

“Yeah. I think he was.”

“Weird, huh?”

“Yeah. Weird.”

The next silence was much less tense. Hanschen only then noticed that he had been holding his breath until that moment. He relaxed, his head now on the grass at the base of the oak. He then suddenly heard Ernst shift, perhaps even moving closer. The next thing he knew, a soft hand was laid on his head, fingers playing with the stands of dirty blond hair that had become brighter over the past two months.

His fingers span in circles with the tips rubbing across his scalp. This sent Hanschen’s head into a tizzy, sending shivers up and down his spine and making his mind melt into the ground. His breathing had become slower and heavier until Ernst finally noticed he had fallen asleep.

This gave Ernst the chance to look away from the book he had been pretending to read and allow himself more than a glance. He gazed at Hanschen’s chest, slowly moving up and down with his now relaxed muscles straining against his plain white tee shirt. He wished he could just see his eyes, which were covered by his own sunglasses. Something in his chest and brain made him want to see the peaceful expression on his face.

His movement to Hanschen was slow, but successful. As he had managed to lean over and pull the glasses from his face as gently as possible. He had spent what felt like five minutes and turned out to be half an hour glancing between the green grass the handsome boy asleep in it. And now, he could see the long eyelashes resting on Hanschen’s cheekbones and the soft expression his relaxed brows made.

“ Ernst,” His serene mouth moved, suddenly shaking Ernst from his trance. “Can you put those back? The sun hurts my eyes.”

We all play the game and when we dare To cheat ourselves at solitaire Inventing lovers on the phone Repenting other lives unknown

“Hey, Hanschen?”

“Yeah?”

“Are they all asleep?

There was a pause when Hanschen sat up and looked around the tent to see if anyone was awake. Even though it was pitch black out, the still burning fire outside silhouetted the lumps that were Ilse, Melchior, Moritz, and Wendla all laying down asleep in their sleeping bags. On the other side of the large tent, Ernst’s head popped up above them all. “Yeah, I think so, “He replied.

Almost immediately, Ernst got up out of his sleeping bag and moved towards the doorway, crouching to avoid hitting his head on the top of the tent. “Come on,” He whispered and unzipped the entrance after unzipping the tent.

Hanschen followed closely, slipping on his flip-flops that were waiting at the entrance. He watched Ernst for a moment of too, wearing Hanschen’s hoodie and a pair of Spiderman pajama pants. He stoked the flames, throwing another log on to let it grow larger and looking over his shoulder at the boy waiting for him. “Are you cold, Hansi?”

“A bit,” He replied and approached the fire. He sat on the tree stump he was sitting on only an hour ago, when the whole group was sat around singing along to Melchior’s guitar and telling cheesy scary stories. His hands were extended, trying to warm his palms against the fire.

Ernst sat beside him only a moment later on a twin stump. He sighed, watching the fire with tired eyes. “I don’t want summer to be over.”

“Why?” Asked Hanschen. “You said this morning that you miss having structure.”

Ernst nodded, as if he had been caught. “It’s hard to be new your senior year, ya know? I don’t wanna spend what’s supposed to be my best year in high school trying to figure things out like a dumb freshman.”

“You’re smart, Ernst,” He said as if he was explaining it to a first grader. “You’ll have it figured out in a day or two.”

He shrugged and kept his amber eyes on the flames. “At least I have you guys. And you’re all pretty cool.”

Hanschen laughed again, this time much more quiet than before. His hand reached out to hold onto Ernst’s shoulder as he whispered so he wouldn’t wake the others. “We’re not cool. None of us are cool.”

Ernst looked away from the fire for the first time and at Hanschen instead. His eyes were lit up, shining with the reflection of the full moon. These eyes moved around Hasnschen’s face, spending fleeting moments looking from his cheeks to his lips to his eyes to his nose to his lips to his hair to his lips to his lips to his lips.

“I think you’re all pretty cool,” He replied, eyes finally finding Hanschen’s which normally looked light the summer sky, cloudless and clear, but currently looked stormy. It was like a little hurricane was going on inside of Hanschen. And it was coming closer and closer but the second.

Then, Ernst realized that his face was only an inch from Hanschen’s.

“No,” Hanschen muttered, his hot breath hitting Ernst’s face and sending all his senses into a tizzy. “We’re lame. You’ll realize that eventually.”

“Then I’d rather stay blissfully ignorant,” Was all Ernst could say before he felt Hanschen’s lips touch his.

If he didn’t know any better, he would have thought he was drunk. Hanschen’s lips were soft, with his hand clasped on the back of Ernst’s head, fingers tangled in his hair. His own hands moved up to the sides of Hanschen’s face, palms firmly planted on the chiseled jaw he had been admiring for a few months now.

The kiss was only a few seconds long. At least the actual kissing was. The rest of the time was spent just sitting there, clinging to one another with their lips still pressed together.

They would rather do anything else than let go.

But when they did, both boys immediately broke into their own dumb grins. Ernst looked away, preferring to look anywhere besides Hanschen, who was his first real kiss if he didn’t count the weird peck Bobby gave him when they met up at the park much later than they should have been.

But Hanschen kept his eyes locked on Ernst, holding the boy as close as possible.

“Nice dimples, Ernie.”

They call and say, "Come dance with me" And murmur vague obscenities At ugly girls like me At seventeen

“Hanschen, you got a call!” Melitta called from the screen door as Hanschen threw down into the front lawn.

The blond pushed his hair from his face, sweat making it stick to his forehead. “From who?”

“From I don’t know!” She called back, and slammed the screen closed just a moment before he got to it. What an amazing sister, he thought and threw his backpack onto the floor of the entrance hall.

He just nodded at his mother and walked straight up to the landline sitting on the hall table. Beside it was written on a post-it note in Melitta’s frilly cursive, ‘Ernst called for Hans’.

And so the ritual began. The almost daily ritual of Hanschen running up to his room as soon as he got home to call up Ernst. His family had stopped asking for Ernst’s number, knowing that his ‘best friend’ Hanschen had it memorized.

“Hey, Robel residence?” Ernst’s voice said only moments after the phone began ringing. Like he had been waiting.

Hanschen giggled like a little girl, grinning like an idiot even though no one was there, “Hi, Ernst. It’s Hanschen.”

There was a pause, where Hanschen was assuming Ernst was looking around his kitchen to make sure none of his family were around. Then, he whispered back into the receiver. “Hanschen, I miss you.”

Hanschen recalled how he had only seen Ernst a few hours ago. He had been there to awkwardly walk Hanschen to his rehearsal before heading off to tennis practice. But now that it was six o’clock and they were both officially home, Hanschen felt fine responding  with : “I miss you too, Ernst. How was tennis?”

“God, I wish I found this sport sooner, Hansi,” He sighed. “We’re gonna whoop some ass at the first game, babe. You should come watch.”

“Of course I will,” Hanschen replied, his cheeks blushing at the phrase Ernst whispered into the phone. “If you come and see the show, I’ll come to every game I can.”

Ernst scoffed as if Hanschen was an idiot for asking. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world, Romeo.”

“And Wendla’s such a good Juliet. She’s gonna be famous, Ernst. Bet ten dollars on it.”

“You could be famous too, Hansi,” He replied happily, “I can’t believe you didn’t know you were this good.”

Hanschen, now laying on his bed staring at the ceiling like a love sick teen in a movie, giggled like one too. “Shut up!” He snickered before taking a long breath, listening to his companion over the phone. Ernst was breathing heavily, like he had just had the thrill of his life. Maybe his mom just walked by or he heard someone coming down the stairs. So Hanschen continued, “So, are we trying to meet up tonight?”

“I’d love to,” Ernst whispered back, “The field?”

“Sounds good. I’ll see you then, babe.”

Ernst’s breath hitched at the word, “See you then. I’ll love that.”

Then he hung up, leaving Hanschen grinning and brimming with joy, because he knew what ‘I’ll love that’ meant. He knew it meant that someone else was in the room with Ernst really wanted to say ‘I love you’.

Hanschen couldn’t help but reply, speaking into the dial tone.  “I love you too.”

[resschool]

FATHER’S DAY CELEBRATION

Father’s day is a celebration honoring fathers and celebrating fatherhood, parental bonds, and the influence of father in society. On this day we thank father and father figures (uncles and grandfathers) for the sacrifices they make for embarrassing the responsibility of nurturing and raising children and for devoting to their family.

“The heart of a father is a masterpiece of nature”.

RES celebrated father’s day with a lot of enthusiasm on 18th June 2022 (Saturday) in the school. It was the first event of the new academic year and the fathers were invited with a beautiful invitation. The welcoming was done by our students in ethnic wear by offering them roses followed by the lighting of the lamp by fathers

The event began with inaugural dance by one of our staff followed by the energizer activity for the warm up by co-ordinators to father’s .There were several performances by the students showing their love towards their father’s. The children were excited to have their father’s with them for the session. It was lovely to see the father- child duo sitting together in colour co-ordinated t-shirts.

Blooming buds prepared beautiful videos to wish their fathers on this lovely occasion. It was a delight to watch the tiny tots singing poems, sharing their thoughts on how their father’s help them every day.

The spirits of young students are not dampened during these unprecedented times as was evident from the way they celebrated father’s day, depicting their unending love and gratitude for their father’s. They also prepared a dance number to tap their feet with their super heroes.

The high school students showcased the colleges prepared by the fathers of their memories on this beautiful journey from being a child to becoming a father. It was a memorable moment for all of us to see their father’s as a child.

All the fathers were overwhelmed by seeing their children performing for them in an open crowd. The father’s sportingly participated in various games organized by the school like “Balancing Hula Hoops”, “I am strong”, “Musical chairs”, “Ramp walk”.

It was delightful to see the parent’s energy and joy throughout the session. The teachers conducted activities with the students like expressing their bonding and favourite memories of a father figure in their life limerick, writing recitation session and making origami cards-“What makes my DAD special”. Father’s and children alone had lots of fun playing partner game. A photo booth with props was also setup for father and children to click photos, as pictures are a way to life long memories.

The time spent by the parents in school along with child away from their techy world and other official engagements definitely brought a million dollar smile on the face of children. This quality and undivident time assured a memorable gift to RES for the lifetime.

The children hugged and kissed their father’s and said a big thank you to them for all the wonderful things they do for them. The fathers thanked the teachers for an engaging session and the efforts put in by the school. The event concluded with prize distribution for the winner father’s and refreshment.

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character takeover - techie tots

Now it’s time to have some real fun. The techie tots are in the house, ready to take over, with some sick tunes to go with it. Come hang out and ask the hard-hitting questions!

Dave’s playlist

Jade’s playlist

Jeff’s playlist

Nate’s playlist

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Fish sticks and mini tater tots for supper. Let’s see how much your nephews won’t eat @katana-weilding-terrapin @nerdy-techy-turtle @pizza-loving-party-dude