#why cant you be normal and be joint based | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

catboyklug · 1 year ago

Text

sam & max hcs

title

this is specifically for sam & also max bc im most confident w my interpretations of them but once i play & finish tdp i'll make a post for every single other character .

quick disclaimer that this is for my sorta-AU thing where i make sense of the games and cartoon and comics by saying that each was an autobiographical (or just biographical) piece of media that they signed their rights away to. the comics were more or less exactly what happened, the cartoon was scripted half the time (with the bad day on the moon episode actively having been staged) and the games are more or less 1:1 to what happened except for the occassional references to them being. games.

also this isnt a totally exhaustive list

sammy

canon to get it outta the way: he's black, bisexual, autistic and might be trans & objectum (i hc him to definitely be the last two lmao) . i hc he has Narcissistic Traits tee em and also might have OCD

he started developing arthritis in his 20's, which was made only worse by his horrible posture due to his career path of Massive Fucking Nerd. though he fixed his back posture-wise by the time he formed the freelance police, he still is in a lot of pain near constantly.

even when he makes jokes, he wants to be taken seriously at all times. he wants you to laugh at his cleverness, not at the fact that you find him inherently funny. he tends to take this a bit far sometimes, which is part of one of the many reasons as to why he treated max so terribly in the early telltale games

since he was a pup he's tried to hide the fact he's bisexual, even if he's completely normal abt max being out as gay and doesn't see an issue with it in any sense of the term

he really wanted to be an engineer for years, but the intense sexism of the field, a desire to stick around with max, and the fact that other jobs would pay him better lead him to abandon the thought

though he wouldn't mind having children, he doesn't actively want them as much as max does. this doesn't mean he dislikes children at all, though - he actually likes them more than max does, at least conceptually

not too long after the cartoon's release, he lost contact with most of his family, excluding ruth. this was fully intentional on his part: max's refusal to talk to his family except at gatherings he stole food and drugs from inspired him to take more control of his life and contact with people he's related to

he sort of wants to grow his hair out again, but isn't sure what style to get... (i like drawing him w afros though)

completely opposite to max's feelings, sam feels a strictly familial or platonic attraction to lumpy. and platonic being based offa that plato fun fact is very very definitely relevant here i think (im sorry)

if he went with any other job, it'd have to be letterist, full stop. he has several styles of handwriting and they're all gorgeous

he's a super sweet, incredibly silly drunk, and lets himself relax and show more of his dog mannerisms when drunk enough (thank you celebrity poker 2 i love you)

maxamillion

canonically a narcissistic psychopath who might have schizophrenia. its ok i can reclaim him<333 (no i cant but my partner can) he also has a horrible family life but his family stuck together out of mutual hatred and a desire to reap society's rewards for the nuclear standard

this horrible shithead has prolly claimed to have every physical disability at some point but he's only been diagnosed w/ hypermobile joint disorder / ehler-dahlos

in the more modern time of 2024, he usually sticks to only mocking people for things that are a. traits he shares with them or b. actually disturbing, inhumane or generally Yucky

he's wanted kids for years, which is why he's constantly not-so-subtly mentioning it.

he's a deeply unprofessional drag queen AND drag king and loves playing around with both sides of the coin. he also does drag creature stuff but that's just how he normally looks so!

thanks to the autism and schizophrenia he's very touch averse. the only people he really wants touching him are sam (and sometimes, maybe, rarely, flint paper)

to say that he doesn't have any familial affection for lumpy is understating it. he uses lumpy as his personal (and fully consenting) stimtoy whenever he feels like it, regardless of where or who might see 'em.

he sometimes pretends he's still president to make people do stuff for him. this only works on sam though

though he's physically capable of handwriting so gorgeous it rivals sam, he saves that for the disgustingly cheesy, 'anonymous' love letters he sends him every year or seven

he's a mainer. a mainiac if ya will. grew up closer to the south and he's got some relatives from mass so he's got that masshole/bostoner accent. he's usually good at hiding his accent, but it's obvious when you ask him to say shit like "clam chowder" and "lobster" and "fish"

though he hates most country music, he still loves johnny cash

HES A SYSTEM BTW!!!!

botha them

they invented paralell play. sam w his computers and his papers and max with his drawing and stabbing the desk until it looks like a modern art piece

they're both extremely jealous of other people, but somehow have both missed that. sam's worried he's too jealous and overprotective, while max thinks he could stand to be a little more obsessive

one of their favorite things to do together is go to the comic book store and laugh at how horrible their childhood favorite comics have gotten (or always were)

every wedding shown is canon in some way, but around the telltale games sam started thinking they were just 'ironic' and 'a joke' and etc. despite the EXTREMELY high budget each had. he knows better now

max's whole "not making fun of anyone unless they're enough like him (or suck)" actually extends to sam as well. he's more than fine with making fun of someone bc they're fat or whatever despite the fact he clearly isn't. this is MOSTLY because he keeps forgetting he and sam don't share every single experience.

though sam is against drinking as a whole, the two sometimes go out to horribly shitty bars to get the worst in junk food & beer. every time they do, max happily proclaims that it was the best date EVER.

max almost likes sam's singing, sometimes, but this is usually only because he just really likes sam's voice

neither of them know how to use modern technology. when one finds out a single way a single program or feature works, they excitedly show the other like they just found the missing link between humans and neanderthals or whatever

sam helps with max's injections since max really seriously can't handle needles. it's the worst for the both of them, but the treats and snacks and ten-hour-long movie binges after help with the fear

generally speaking, max can get up and out of bed any time from around 6 to 13. sam gets up at 6:30 or 7:45 exactly every day, which means he usually makes breakfast if he feels up to cooking.

other than the aforementioned horrible bars, they have a lot of 'weird' date locations, like the dog park, the local sewer system, hell, etc.

yeay

#sam & max #sam and max #freelance husbands #hc #headcanon #headcanons #klug's writings #divider by bunnysrph

8 notes · View notes

sympathetic-snake · 5 months ago

Note

Crossover?

Also, tell me everything about your AU. All of it. I want the lore...

Hell yeah! I'd love to do a crossover :D

As for the lore: there's a lot of it, and I changed it recently since I got more into the Sonic lore lol, it kinda started as a crack AU that got a little out of hand and now I am pretty passionate about it and draw it in my free time. I'll copy most of this from the Google doc I was keeping basic notes, though I would LOVE to elaborate on anything you want to hear more about- I'll add some art of her that I've made, though fair warning, I did change her design over time.

The most crude and basic timeline/overview is:

Maria gets injected with an experimental cure, later that day gets shot, but shadow isn't actually there to see her die, just get injured. Maria survives due to the black arms dna from shadow used in the experimental sample, though it morphs her into a more black arms esque form and puts her in a coma because of the severity of the injuries and her body trying to restructure itself rather than the intended slow replacement/mutation of her body and immune system.

GUN captures her once they realise they cant kill her, fucks around a little bit, unsure of what exactly to do with her as they don't have the resources or knowledge of those that were on the ARK, and they decide to attempt to research her to find out what the hell was going on with the black arms. It doesn't work all that much. Unable to use her for much of anything, and knowing that letting the kid wake up is probably a bad idea seeing what records they have of Shadow and that the serum was based off of him, they decide to just put her in stasis until they figure something out- she’s in a coma anyway, so what does it matter?

Years pass, this project becoming more and more obscure as different people retire or get promoted, Gun gets a little lax. Who even is this kid? Why should they care so much? It all comes to a head when a power outage takes place (sonic/shadow related or not) and she breaks out. Low staff, outdated security, she basically walks out of the joint in the chaos. They were planning on decommissioning that site soon anyway. It's quietly covered up, with search teams created but made of skeleton crews.

Maria figures out how to look normal- or at least as much as she can- and heads to a city, immediately realizing that she's not in her time anymore. She asks around, and eventually hears news of a hedgehog, though not the right color. Who knows, it's been 50 years, maybe he got a dye job. She follows the rumours until she finds sonic, greeting him before realizing his eyes are wrong and saying "ah, you're not shadow, are you?” Sonic, caught very off guard, confirms but asks why she's looking for him, and that he might be able to help.

Upon explaining herself, sonic abruptly realizes that this is a delicate ass situation and that maybe he needs backup on this. The crew puts all two of their braincells (both owned by tails) together and decide to just call rouge. She answers, realizes what happened, and gas to break the news to them that shadow just took a job and probably won't be contactable for a month or so. So maria just has to chill until then. Anyway, upon his return, shadow or the crew get into trouble, cue Maria wrecking shop in protectiveness (I think she should be just as protective of shadow as he is of her, they literally only had each other and the only reason she didn't start swinging before was the space AIDS). And then they get to have a very fun game of "try not to set Shadow off on a murder spree”.

Post that im not sure, I think she would stay with Shadow + Rouge but she's definitely friends with Sonic's team. Also: possible road trip plot line where she goes out to see the world with Shadow since she never got to before. Additionally: Maria can only look 100% fully human for a certain amount of time before her form shifts to black arms involuntarily, and Amy is the one who finds out and helps her deal with it when she's living with them.

Like I said, those are my most basic notes, and I promise it makes more sense and is phrased better when it's not the cliff notes version, lol. I'd love to find out what your AU is, i would love doing a crossover thing with you if you want to do one with me! I know all the art I showed is traditional, I do have a digital setup as well, I just wasn't planning on showing these to anyone other than the like... One other person I talk to about this AU.

2 notes · View notes

malwarechips · 2 years ago

Text

im gonna ramble about little details in my rw designs that i like a lot hold on

spears has sun's marking on the back of their neck !!! and theyre also intentionally designed to be like! the slugcat version of uncanny!!! their ears rest pointing up by default when to every other slugcat that's a sign of aggression!! their snout is just a LIIITLE too long for a slugcat!! THEY HAVE FOUR EYES . not to mention the lack of a fucking mouth but thats a canon thing

SAINT ISNT EVEN A SLUGCAT . THEYRE THE ANCESTOR OF SLUGCATS. THEYRE A PIPESLUG. THEYVE BEEN HERE FOR SO LONG THAT THEIR SPECIES HAS EVOLVED AND PROGRESSED BEYOND THEM. ONE OF THE REASONS THEY CANT THROW SPEARS IS THEIR HANDS ARENT ADVANCED ENOUGH TO GET A GRIP. ONE OF THE REASONS THEY CANT EAT MEAT IS THEIR TEETH ARE FALLING OUT DUE TO THEIR AGE . KARMA FLOWERS WILT AROUND THEM .

riv is based on an otter !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and they have a squid beak !!!!!!!!! theyre just a little wet freak !! maybe i'll even give them cuttlefish pupils !!!! (dude i want to do that now) their hands and feet are webbed and they have a fucking DORSAL FIN like a FISH

this is more of a headcanon than a design thing but THE REASON INV'S CAMPAIGN IS SO FUCKED IS BECAUSE THEYRE LITERALLY CURSED. THEY ENTER A REGION AND IT JUST SPONTANIOUSLY FUCKS UP AND GOES BACK TO NORMAL WHEN THEY LEAVE . YES IT IS CONFUSING AS FUCK TO EVERYONE ELSE PEBBLES WAS SO FUCKING CONFUSED .

NIGHTCAT'S WHISKERS LOOK LIKE SHOOTING STARS . ACKNOWLEDGE THIS PLEASE PLEASE PLEAAAAASE PLEASE . I AM SO PROUD OF IT I LOVE IT SO SO SO MUCH

monk is just a banana :) they have little spots!

GOURMAND ! HAS !! LITTLE CHIN TASSLE THINGS !! KINDA LIKE !!!! SNAILS AND SLUGS . LITTLE GUY! !!!!!!!!!!!

HUNTER HAS A PEARL ON THEIR EAR LIKE AN EARRING ! ITS A DATA PEARL FROM SIG THAT'S JUST SOME BASIC INFORMATION ABOUT THEM IN-CASE THEY SOMEHOW WANDERED TO AN ITERATOR UNRELATED TO THEIR TASK . also their scars are blue because imevil

ARTI . ARTI .F UCKING ARTI . ARTI IS ROUNDED. HER SCARS ARE POINTY. BEFORE HER SCARS SHE WAS VERY ROUND BUT NOW SHES VERY ANGULAR BUT ONLY ON HER SCARS ITS JUST MOST OF HER IS SCARS . TO SHOW HOW HER PERSONALITY HAS CHANGED . SHE'S GOTTEN SHARPER.

survivor is just purple and i like that. thats all really .

sig tore off the main part of his antennae in an act of defiance against the ancients and you can still see the very base of them !! he still has the proper base like the little round part but he also has little sticks coming out of those that were originally what his antennae were mounted to !!!!! also he has little purple accents outside of his clothing and scarf bcz yaay purple yipee yahoo

suns is meant to look kinda like a dragon because why not !!!

wind's antennae are like a little cartoon gust of wind !!!!!

pebbles and innocence have very similar antennae because theyre both gen 3 iterators !!!!!!!!!!!

OLDER ITERATORS HAVE MORE VISIBLE JOINTS THAN NEWER ITERATORS AS THE ANCIENTS SLOWLY LEARNED TO COVER THEM. FOR EXAMPLE MOON IS VERY VERY VISIBLY A ROBOT MEANWHILE PEBBLES KINDA JUST LOOKS LIKE HE HAS SKIN . THE ONLY VISIBLE MECHANICAL THING ON PEBBLES IS THE ARM AND HIS ANTENNAE . and also he has vents on his side all the iterators have that i felt like it

ok i think im done now

#rw #lev.txt

9 notes · View notes

freyachristeam · 1 year ago

Text

on mindgames and prep in pokemon battles

At this point maybe this should just be a joint blog lmao :)

Chris here again, our battle against Hassel in world coronation is coming up soon, and its presented an interesting conundrum.

I'm going to assume people know who Hassel is, since as an e4 he's pretty high profile. His team is pretty evenly balanced between bowerful and durable land based pokemon (Duraludon, Haxorus, and Baxcalibur) as well as quicker and more mobile pokemon with access to flight or aquatic movement options (Noivern, Dragalge and Dragonite) with a similar mix of close in and long range physical and special attackers.

His strategies tend to be simple and straightforward, relying on force and coordination as opposed to complex terrain interactions or attack patterns.

Between that and the fact we have a lot of good anti dragon coverage (Freya's note: I am a fairy type afterall :>) normally I'd expect beating him to be somewhat simple.

Until this tournament, we were operating under an advantage of being relatively unknown, but now people not only know who I am and who the team are, but have a lot of information available on our style of battle. I imagine Spiral Uxon for example has easily 50 pages on me at this point.

It means we can't just prepare for our opponents' strategies but how we think they are going to change them to counter us specifically, their predictions of how to counter our counters, etc.

Stuff like this is often why you see heavily prep oriented trainers struggle at high levels, the complexity rapidly becomes impossible to keep track of, you cant have a plan for everything.

#world coronation series #pokemon battles #competitive pokemon #pokemon #unreality #pkmn irl

0 notes

fire-but-ashes-too · 2 years ago

Text

thank youuuu!!

i think i did one with one of my OCs over here (please check it out im really proud of it eheh) but never done this for myself!

*cracks knuckles* here we goooo

are you named after anyone?

yes and no, i just so coincidentially happen to be named after my maternal great grandmother, tho it wasn't intended (at least, not that i know of)

when's the last time you cried?

a few nights ago after i woke up from a nightmare where i had a spider on my feet biting me. dont ask. i panicked.

do you have kids?

nope and i dont intend on having any.

do you use sarcasm?

every day. as much as i can. my beloved sarcasm <3

what's the first thing you notice about people?

not the first thing i notice probably, but the one i remember more vividly, is the voice. i have a sound memory (is that how you call it? i cant remember) so i do this thing sometimes when im bored where i say the same sentence in my head over and over, each time in a different person's voice.

what's your eye color?

very boring brown. my right eye has slightly more greenish tones in it tho.

scary movies or happy endings?

uhmmmmm nice question id also like to know. no idea, it varies from time to time, as long as it's good idc. (rewatching rw&rb for the second time atm hehe)(why did i notice just now that in the red room scene the portrait behind alex while he's waiting for henry is ALEXANDER HAMILTON??? my internal theatre kid is screaming)

any special talents?

I HAVE DOUBLE JOINTED FINGERS. MY THUMB CAN GO UP AND DOWN AND APPARENTLY ITS SCARY BUT ITS SO FUN. and i can bend my fingers more than normal.

i also have a very quick memory and can loop my tongue.

where were you born?

here where i live, in verona :)

what are your hobbies?

an infinite moltitude of things. too many to count.

painting, drawing, writing (duh), reading, doing absolutely nothing, crocheting, doing clay stuff, baking/cooking, making plans on how to jump out of a winfdow in case lessons get too boring, learning progressively concerning and detailed facts about literally anything, acting and watching musicals. that's all that comes to mind rn.

do you have any pets?

none sadly, i've wanted a cat for a very long time, then a rabbit, a hamster, a fish, etc. my parents were always either allergic or against having a pet so i never had one.

any sport you play/played?

im an aerialst! i do aerial silks and aerial hoop and i like to think im pretty good at it (modesty aside its probably the first sport i've ever really been great at so.. yeah.)

when i was little i tred volleyball (a disaster), gymnastics (again, a failure), swimming (not bad but i didn't like it that much), skiing (i only went on winter break tho, and i absolutely despised it, although i won a couple races) and... yeah that's all i've done more than a couple lessons at.

how tall are you?

1,60. short. i think.. 5.2? i use the metric system sorry haha

what's your favourite subject?

uhhhh probably history... yeah. it's the only subject that the more you go into it the more interesting it gets, and it doesnt really grow harder like maths you know.

what's your dream job?

definetly acting. the idea of telling stories by becoming part of the story feels so amazing to me.

the ultimate-dream™️ is acting in a film/series based on a book. the fact that someone views and pictures you as a fictional character, as a character people read about, and talked about... best thing ever.

that's it! thank you so much for reading this far :D

gently tagging @holdmyteaplease @the-chaotic-writer @alhyastarain @jaxypaxyhaxy @dancinginsepia @a-k-oblackhat @ember-writer @justremuslupininamask @ashwithapen @aspiringfictionwriter @yesireadbooks @guessillcallitart @mychemicalwhatever

15 Questions 15 Mutuals

@kaiarchives tagged me in this game that I haven't had the pleasure of seeing before, so that's exciting. The rules are: Answer the 15 questions and tag 15 of your mutuals.

1. Are you named after anyone?

No.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Last Sunday. I don't think it was for any particular reason, I just had a headache and was feeling down.

3. Do you have kids?

No.

4. What sports do you play/have played?

I played a bit of a football as a kid and a bit of volleyball for school. I also did range shooting in my tween years.

5. Do you use sarcasm?

Quite a lot. I've been trying to cut back and be a bit more genuine, but my habit for being sarcastic and my generally low moods have given me a bit of Resting Bitch Voice, so people don't always pick up on it.

6. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Facial shape I think. Before I learn someone's name I generally remember them by the shape of their jaw and cheeks.

7. What's your eye color?

Blue, but it's a kinda greyish blue.

8. Scary movies or Happy endings

I like scary movies with happy endings. Give me protagonists who face down with the worst of humanity or the nasties of the world and come out alive and swinging, if not a bit traumatized.

9. Any talents?

I'm told I have a way with words. In general I don't believe in talent in the "innate skill" way though.

10. Where were you born?

Oslo, Norway.

11. What are your hobbies?

Writing, reading, movies, video games (mostly strategy and roguelikes,) I used to sing in a choir and I kind of want to get back into that.

12. Do you have any pets?

No. Haven't really had the opportunity to, but I'd like to get a dog someday.

13. How tall are you?

178 cm, so... what, 5'10?

14. Favorite subject in school

Language and it's not close at all. Social Sciences as a second place I suppose.

15. Dream Job?

Author. Give me a way to live from writing and I'll churn out books at a brazen clip. It might drive me crazy, but it'll be worth it.

As for the tags: @frostedlemonwriter @shay-puppitty @longwuzhere @indigostudies @an-elegant-void @mjjune @marlenadutch @fire-but-ashes-too @meerawrites @sparrowrising @silverslipstream @floweryprosegarden @the-secondborn-of-seven @chishiio @a-had-matter

458 notes · View notes

twsthc · 2 years ago

Text

octavinelle hcs and projections 🦑🦈

⚠️ warnings: self harm, restrictive eating disorders, self destructive behavior below the cut! there are wholesome hcs too i swear

last updated: nov 10, 2023

collective headcanon: jade and azul learned the common language from textbooks (which is why they talk formally), but floyd learned from listening to sailors speak.

╰ underwater merfolk communicate through clicks + other sounds

FLOYD LEECH !! 🦈🫧

🇯🇵🇧🇧🌺 UNLABLED + GENDERFLUID (he/any)

APPEARANCE HCS:

floyd is mixed with black and tan (#D9AD91- Salmon Sand in the winter)

i think he has really large freckles across his body. i hc him to be bajan because this is the species of moray i hc the tweels to be

╰ i also made a deranged twitter thread about this

floyd has a shit ton of scars and even bite marks from old "play fights"

his two rows of moray teeth manifested in his human form as extra overgrown teeth. he doesn't mind because he thinks they look cool

in merform, both he and jade have two sets of teeth and a pharyngeal jaw

RANDOM HCS:

floyd is 1 inch taller than jade and makes sure jade knows it

bites his tongue and the inside of his cheek on purpose and on accident

she has been banned from painting her nails or doing anything messy other than cooking inside of the lounge ever since The Incident.

floyd has ataxia symptoms on land and is a part-time cane user

has severe mamas boy syndrome and will freak out if he cant talk to her at the end of each week about what he accomplished (didnt bite anyone for the WHOLE day)

he thinks its so cool you can put colors in your hair and on your face above water (why i think he'd be into decora and scene)

enjoys okinawan gyaru styles and traditional hawaiian culture/fashion also

it has BPD, GAD, and separation anxiety!!!

triggering content ahead !!

has been a "delinquent" for half his life and has run away a few times

during his depressive episodes he'll forget to eat for days on end

he can also be self destructive during these episodes (self harm)

he can also get really quiet and it scares the shit out of azul (jade is used to it)

gets really (and reasonably) upset when people other than jade or azul mention his mood swings negatively because he's sensitive about it

channels his anger into cooking rather than fighting or cutting

AZUL ASHENGROTTO !! 🐙⛵

🇮🇹🇭🇹🌺 BISEXUAL INTERSEX + TRANSFEM (she/he)

APPEARANCE HCS:

AZUL IS FAT AND HAS BREAST TISSUE (my azul hc art for reference)

in my head she looks like mama morton from the chicago musical

i base azul off of the octopus hawaiiensis, thus the vitiligo

he has longer front teeth and sharper teeth, resembling an octopus beak

rectangular pupils

has splatoon hair 🔥

RANDOM HCS:

i am a drag queen azul believer. one of his dreams is to preform in the lounge

extremely double jointed/a contortionist because. octopus.

doesnt make food in the lounge anymore because its so spicy and ethnic it started scaring the pomefiore customers </3 its not her fault shes haitian...

has severe claudication/phantom limb pains and is a part-time wheelchair user, sometimes she uses a cane. book 6 was really taxing on her legs

GAD, ASPD, and gender dysphoria

triggering content ahead !!

has a restrictive eating disorder

back at his moms restaurant, he would purge after being a taste tester

used to self harm when she was younger but is years clean now!

JADE LEECH !! 🐬🌊

🇯🇵🇧🇧🌺 ASEXUAL AROMANTIC + AGENDER (they/he)

APPEARANCE HCS:

pretty similar if not the same as floyd's

jade is a bit paler than floyd despite going outside more (theyre anemic)

i think his makeup and fashion styles interchange at breakneck speeds

monday evil emo ecopunk , tuesday dainty fairy mushroom enjoyer (still evil)

shaved eyebrows

RANDOM HCS:

similarly to floyd, they use a lot of petnames, but normal ones

╰ instead of "goldfishie," he might call riddle dear/honey

also has extra overgrown teeth in human form but hes self-conscious about it

has milder symptoms of ataxia, also a part-time cane user

really good listener and a really good talker. theyll go on hour long rants about what he found on his daily trek, a new recipe he tried, etc

has a lot of random hobbies! the main ones are swimming, stamp collecting, going on walks, and journaling/scrapbooking

owns those DIY jar terrariums as well as a few mini-aquariums

also owns multiple exotic pets/bugs! i think he owns leeche

GAD and autism. his special interests are botony and wildlife

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst headcanons #octavinelle #floyd leech #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #the tweels #you can tell who my faves are #based on how much i make them suffer #projecting

56 notes · View notes

kittydog · 4 years ago

Text

finishing this poast from my drafts bc well i was right 😏

snippy:

-he gives off bisexual vibes...NO WAY he is het w/ the word juicy printed on the piece of paper that is his ass.

-ive said this b4 but hes 100% a cat person

-i had a dream a couple years ago that i was snippy and i was in a sparse grocery store parking lot. it was going 2 rain and the air was chilly. sky overcast. i remember that i was kind of mad bc i didnt get everything i wanted (reasoning was that there were too many ppl in the store but rlly it was like...3. at most.) so i tried 2 be as pointedly miffed as possible so that the 1 other guy in the parking lot would have 2 deal w/ it too. but the thing was that he was just standing there on his phone and he was across the lot. luckily he did glance up bc i kept looking at him. woke up b4 anything else happened. this is the only thing i base my snippy characterization off of.

-i think hes 1 of those ppl that will spend literal hours doesnt matter if like his mom is dying or anything hes focused on opening a jar

-hes not midwestern hes british but as an ohioan i think he qualifies as some1 who says ope

captain

-not a headcanon but i just wanted 2 say i like zee idk why i dont post abt zeer that much...

-i think zeer favorite color is red like iwont say this with my chest or anything but think abt it... ^^

-zee is a animal person...i think zee likes horses. horsegirl. entidy. entity

-thisis basically just canon but very physically affectionate...very much some1 who does not care 4 personal space (ty sam <3)

-some1 who in general values their friends VERY MUCH its number 1 on zeer priorities

again nota headcanon but can you imagine captain pre-apoc jsut being normal like getting grocwries. i cant

-fav food....frosted animal crackers. maybe doesnt have a huge sweet tooth or anythinf though...likes bitter food

pilot

-well hes dead 4 1.

-VERY excited BUT isnt distracted very easily...he gets soso invested in things (perhaps due 2 dex momence)

-nimble but has bad joints. i feel itin my heart

-not quite pilot but i bet christophorus has read shakespeare at some point. cunt.

-if he had hair hed dye it every other day and it get so so brittle itd be like a dead bright purple with black stripes bush on his head

-he thinks spoiling tv shows is funny

-likes breakfast

-he likes sitting up rlly high and throwing rocks at ppl (snippy)

-i feel like hes scared of women

engie

-speaking of scared of women ❤

-well hes definitely been bullied at sum point in his life

-his favorite movie is like eternal sunshine of the spotless mind or scott pilgrim against the world

-i know this has been beaten 2 the ground but come on hes just SUCH a reddit user i cant handle it. hes canonically a g-book user though so what do i know......*bitter*

-addicted 2 quotes he loves scouring the internet 4 hours just sniffinf around 4 them

-very bland taste in food. plain spaghetti even.

-generally not very spicy person but occassionally he will surprise you. parties hard

-decadent. but minimalist bc hes 1 of those bitchez. goes 2 disneyland every week type of decadent

ok thats it luv you all mwah mwah

#mostof these arent based on anything i just feel it

34 notes · View notes

spiltscribbles · 5 years ago

Text

Metamorphosis

Notes: This was written for the most wonderful, gorgeous and sweetheart babe in the history of ever!!! @omgcmere for her birthday! ILYSM sweetheart! Huge thanks to my babes @pastelle-pvnk and @bibliothesophfor reading over this for me!<3<3

~A reblog is worth a thousand stars~

I am free and that is why I am lost

-Franz Kafka

Henry wakes up the day before classes of his junior year exhausted, hung over, and to a positively shit-eating grin that Pez is boasting while he gleefully pushes open the blinds like the sadistic fuck that he is.

“You’ve become a real tosser ever since making out with my sister last Christmas,” Henry informs him bluntly, stretching out slowly while looking around for his shirt until coming to the realization that the bloke from last night must’ve taken it while on the walk of shame.

Henry really tries his damndest not to think of his ass taking that walk.

“Ah Beatrice, my sun and stars.” Pez magnanimously throws Henry an old henley from his still unpacked suitcase. Tosser status withstanding, He’s still Henry’s best friend, has been ever since freshman year when they found solace in each other being the only two Brits in this entire university— well the only ones that matter, anyhow.

“Oy, did you wake me up at this godforsaken hour just to wax poetic about my sister of all people?” Henry grouses, padding over to their joint bathroom to brush his teeth, wincing only slightly at the already raucous chatter going on in the downstairs of their frat house.

“Believe it or not Haz, dealing with your temperamental arse actually wasn’t on my list to do today,” Pez crows, standing there all put together and fresh and well-rested. Like a fucking monster. “But we’ve got that meeting with the Dean of Student Affairs about the room situation for rush week, and we’re still in that debate with Chi Phi’s president over it.”

Henry glares at the reminder, a spark of fury running down his spine, and perhaps an extra thudding to his heart, but Henry’ll studiously ignore that.

“God damn Alex Claremont-Diaz.”

“Only took you around three minutes to mention him today,” Pez perks with a knowing leer. “I reckon that’s a new record..”

“Get the fuck out, Pez.”

Henry was seven years old when he realized that his family were the sort of folks that end up on magazine covers and the headlines of salacious talk shows— that his dad was a renowned movie star and his ma’s the cousin of the queen of England. Henry was fifteen years old when he first started to hate as much. When a nurse assigned to his father's hospital room leaked his death before the doctor even had time to tell them, his damn wife and kids.

Henry was sixteen and lost at sea when Philip and the bloody queen herself sat down with him to tell him that his public presence required a certain sort of image, a discrete sort of image. An image that didn’t condone printed scarves and lingering hands with the son of a Lord who was two years ahead of him in Eton. Henry was eighteen years old when he ran off to America and learned how to keep everything hush, hush, becoming untethered to all the bull shit surrounding him. When he was accepted to Yale, and joined a fraternity and tried his damndest to emulate some douchebag wanker in the likeness of Philip.

And you know what, it was all going as planned until Henry met the infuriatingly arrogant, and downright mesmerizing boy in the rival fraternity. The one with an upturned nose and such big brown eyes and a delicious sort of half grin when Henry challenges him on something, or keeps him on his toes. Though if Henry’s being frank, he likes it most when Alex is keeping him on his knees, when Henry’s mouth is full and Alex’s lips are preening and he’s spouting out a sort of cursed poetry with every flick of Henry’s tongue and bobbing of his head.

Though that’s irrelevant now in the light of day when they’re on opposing sides and Alex is smirking at him from across the way with such irresistible swagger, sporting Henry’s red t-shirt that brings out the specs of golden in his almost molten eyes.

Henry hates him.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” he calls out, just because he knows it makes Henry flush.

“The room’s ours, you prick,” Henry retorts, beyond mulish.

“It’s so cute when you get all flustered, Fox.”

“I’m not joking around, Alexander! That room’s been Alpha Delta Phi’s every opening week since the bloody eighties.”

“Don’t you think it’s time for a change in venue then?” Alex asks with an owlish blink, sliding lower in his seat so that his legs spread even further.

Oh fuck him. Fuck Alex Claremont-Diaz’s stupid cocky attitude and his stupid fucking face and so what if Henry just wants to just fuck him stupid. He can’t win just because Henry’s a weak, weak man.

“The room’s ours, Alex,” he warns lowly.

“You wanna prove it, pretty boy?”

Henry’s eyes flicker to the clock over the office door. It doesn’t technically open for another quarter of an hour, and they’ve worked with less time in even more compromising positions, so Henry doesn’t think twice when he tugs a very caught off-guard Alex into the bathroom down the hall, praying to God that there are no cameras around here.

“Woah there cowboy, didn’t get enough last night?” Alex grins, hands already down to unbutton Henry’s jeans.

“You’re fucking infuriating,” is all Henry says in answer, swatting Alex’s hands away before going down on his knees and tugging down the abhorrently orange basketball shorts Alex has on. God, if Henry actually cared he’d pull Alex aside and give him a lesson on what’s actually excusable to wear in public.

“Now why don’t you try to stay quiet for once,” Henry tells him in a hush, biting lightly on the skin of Alex’s inner thigh before kissing the spot in penance.

“Psha, you — erm, you like it when I’m loud.”

Henry doesn’t argue, isn’t in the mood to lie. Instead he takes him in slowly, tongue lapping around Alex’s tip and pushing down with precision.

“Ah, yeah H,” Alex blurts, about two octaves higher than his normal speaking voice, as his head hits the stall, a shaking hand curled in Henry’s hair while the other one is clenched tight around his shoulder.

Henry lets one of his hands wrap around the base of Alex’s cock as the other inches to Alex’s admittedly fantastic ass, wants this done quick and sloppy and to teach Alex a lesson that he can’t just win every argument by sitting around looking like some sort of brought to life Grecian statue.

“Henry— H,” Alex comes too close to whining, tugs harder on his hair and cants his hips forward. He at least has the decency to look sheepish. “You really need to calm down or I’m,” Alex falters right then, eyes going blown when Henry’s first finger dips into his asshole, hooking in deep before Henry takes a mouth full of him again. He repeats the action another two and a half times before Alex has to frantically tap on his head in warning, and Henry gets to stand up — more than a bit smug — smirking down at a boneless Alex who’s using the stall as his only support.

“I reckon while you clean up here, I’ll go speak with the dean on the behalf of Alpha Delta Phi,” Henry tells him, swiping his mouth with the back of his hand to get rid of the pre-cum still found there.

Alex’s brows hike up as he slowly realizes what Henry has done, breathless while he spews out a fuming, “Bastard.”

“Least you got a consolation prize love,” Henry goads, kissing him full on the mouth before adjusting himself and walking back out to the office.

Alpha Delta Phi gets the room just like they have for the past half century, and Alex fucks Henry senseless for the next week. Balance is restored.

Henry thinks it’s important to note that this thing he has with Alex — well, it’s not even a thing, really. They’re fuck buddies, but no. That would imply that there is some sort of camaraderie found between them, when simply there just is not. It’s a thing of convenience, truly.

The fact of the matter is that they find one another ridiculously hot, but also can’t stand a prolonged conversation without feeling the burning need to wring the others neck by the end of it. They realized as much halfway through freshman year when they had the same English lit class and Henry had to be physically restrained by Pez when Alex was arguing against Henry’s point about Hemingway being oversaturated and a blowhard.

“He’s a classic,” Alex had charged, the snow of early February in New England cascading in his dark curls and catching in his long lashes.

“He’s only adored because he’s got a dick! Why don’t you read Austen or at least a man who has something to say!” Henry had fumed.

“Let me guess, you like Metamorphosis?”

“What do you have against Kafka?” Henry gaped, only just beginning to notice the others eyeing the pair of them. And yeah, it might’ve been bewildering how they’re arguing about literaries from centuries passed in the middle of a bonfire party, but people need to learn how to mind their own fucking business.

“Well dude, if we’re speaking about blowhards, he’s definitely the king of them,” Alex had snorted loftily, taking a swig of his spiked hot chocolate.

“Don’t call me dude,” Henry had sniffed, which made Alex squint at him, more than a bit amused.

“Okay, tell me, does Prince Douche do anything for ya, pretty boy?”

That was the first night Henry grabbed Alex by the collar and showed him what it meant to be an actual blow hard. And well….they never stopped. They didn’t stop the sniping at each other or the razor-tipped barbs being volleyed around, and especially not the fucking. Never the fucking.

But yeah, it’s not really anything, especially not the best thing. It could never be that. And not even just because his shitty family basically told him straight up that Henry could never actually come out in the public eye, Henry’s accepted that, has learned how to slink around those rules to live in some sort of happy purgatory. But the thing is, Henry’s just not a good boyfriend. He’s always too in his own head and he’s not really that attentive, and besides all that, Henry didn’t come to university to meet some bloke and live some gay romance story from the 1900s.

Henry’s here at university to get a degree, to become someone. He’s here because his father always told him to reach for the heavens, to do something beyond himself. Henry wants to be the next great literary, wants to write something that matters, that makes a difference. Something that’ll make Beatrice laugh with no more worry eclipsing the sound, and maybe even something that’ll bring the stars back in his mother’s eyes. Henry wants to say something that’s worth being said.

Henry doesn’t want to have anything getting in the way of that, preventing him from becoming someone important. But regardless, it’s not as if Alex has ever seen Henry as more than a good lay, has made it abundantly obvious throughout the year and a half of their sleeping around. Most notably, that three month interlude when Alex began dating that boy from the student government, Liam whoever, at the end of last term. Though to be frank, Alex was always far out of Liam’s league, and the week that followed their breakup included some of the most dynamic and mind-blowing sex Henry’s ever experienced.

But that’s irrelevant.

Alex and Henry are only a last resort to one another, and it doesn’t have to mean anything more, it doesn’t have to be complicated, Henry hates it when things get complicated.

Henry’s in the midst of editing his term paper on the impact that Woolf created in the discussion of gender in Orlando when he gets a text from Pez telling him to “stop being a robot.”

Glaring, Henry ignores the text from Beatrice about David, and the email regarding alpha Delta Phi’s first charity function for this term, and the half dozen snapchat notifications from Alex alone. He instead moves to reply to Pez with a middle finger emoji before he’s accosted by a pair of hands wrapping around his eyes.

“Guess who?” an ever-amused and incredibly buoyant voice asks.

“A prick?” Henry replies in a deadpan, making it so Alex cuffs him on the back of the head.

“Say dick you douche, you’re in America now,” he commands, taking a seat besides him in the almost empty top floor of the silent library.

“Fuck off,” Henry hisses, rubbing the tender spot. “And since when are you in the library this late?”

“You mean at three in the morning?” Alex says pointedly. “Never, because I’m normal and not a school-obsessed freakazoid like you.”

Henry sticks out his tongue in retaliation because he’s too groggy to come up with anything clever.

“And yet?”

“I’m a good person and dropped off a spare key to a brother who’s wigging out about a midterm,” Alex says, studying Henry with a peculiar amount of intensity. “Saw your pale ass haunting this place like a ghost and thought I’d bug you a little.”

“What is it?” Henry asks moodily, surprised at the lapse of silence that follows before Alex shrugs in answer.

“You’ve got some nasty circles under your eyes, white boy,” he says, not quite as crude as usual but Henry still glares in exasperation.

“So what? You got up in the middle of the night just to help a friend and criticize my looks?” Henry says with a huff, rubbing his strained eyes, only just starting to feel the exhaustion weighing heavy on his shoulders.

“I was at Nora’s place, so I was already up,” Alex says, unwittingly making it so Henry stiffens.

It’s not unusual for them to discuss each other's conquests, but it’s different when it comes to Nora. Henry knows that she and Alex had dated for a stint freshman year before the two of them crossed paths. She’s a gorgeous and fierce computer sciences major with a minor in mathematics. There’s no way in hell that Alex isn’t still carrying a torch for her, which is fine and all, it’s not like Henry and Alex are anything beyond occasional hookups, but yeah— it still makes it so something uncomfortable is squirming right beneath the surface of his skin. And God does Henry hate it.

“How is she?” Henry asks evenly, ignores the way Alex is searing a hole into the side of his head while Henry adjusts the syntax of one of his topic sentences.

“Fine,” he says in the same detached sort of inflection. “You’re working on that paper for your gender lit class?”

“It’s due tomorrow morning,” Henry answers.

“Haven’t you been done with it for, like, a week?” Alex asks.

“Haven’t you heard that revising is the only way to get a decent paper?” Henry sniffs.

“Dude, I think you’ve edited enough,” Alex snorts. Everything always coming so fucking easy to him, it’s maddening. He’s gorgeous and charming and brilliant and he doesn’t even have to try. But worst yet, it’s not even a big deal to him. Even if he weren’t all those things he never had a family name to live up to, was never expected to be something he was not. Henry’s so fumingly envious but also so goddamn lost on him and how it is he’s come to be.

“Alexander, is there a purpose for this ridiculous conversation?” Henry lets out a long-suffering sigh. “I really need to get back at this.”

“And what? Not sleep till tomorrow?” Alex snipes.

“If you don’t say anything worth my while in the next five seconds, I'm putting my earbuds back in and ignoring you,” Henry tells him point blank. “Five, four, three—“

Alex’s face goes a furious scarlet, jaw set, before he gets close enough that his breath skirts against Henry’s lips, and his hand finds its way to the front of his trousers.

“I’d really like it if you’d let me jerk you off right now.”

It's Henry’s turn to burn red.

“What?”

“Do I need to repeat myself?”

“We’re in public.”

“We’re in a dark library in the middle of the night and your weird ass always picks the corner surrounded by the shelves.”

“It’s always quietest,” Henry argues weakly.

“Bet we can change that,” Alex counters smugly.

Henry has already admitted that he’s a weak man, so he’s not surprised when Alex’s challenge actually works and he’s led to the most concealed corner with heated kisses and impatient grappling tugging him closer.

“You’re unruly,” Henry whines when Alex bites down at the hinge where the column of his neck meets his shoulder.

“And you’re really sexy when you’re all focused and nibbling down on that pen,” Alex leers, pulling himself and Henry out of their pants. “Really gets a guy imagining things.”

Henry swallows down, hard.

“What sorts of things?” He asks lightly.

“You know H,” Alex croons, gets a hand locked around each of them, knocking the breath out of Henry and making it so he’s gripping at the shelves, bracketing Alex on either side. “You get this little dent between your brows,” he leans forwards and nibbles against Henry’s neck once more. “’S the same one you get right before you cum.”

“Oh yeah?” Henry asks, pleads as he jerks into Alex’s hand, watching the moonlight dancing in his hair and tracing his strong features with a romantic sort of gentleness. Holy fuck, is he beautiful.

Okay, so Henry might’ve said that last part out loud, but he doesn’t even care because Alex’s grin goes lopsided, and he kisses the corner of Henry’s mouth and everything goes a blinding white when Alex strokes him over the edge.

“You are really something, Henry Fox,” Alex says in a voice that’s caught between befuddlement and a sort of wondrous intrigue. Henry can’t really reply though, feels heavy and sated and like he really wants to curl up with Alex. But that’s a ridiculous notion and Henry needs to get those thoughts out his mind or else this’ll all be ruined.

“You’re like an orgasm fairy,” Henry tells him in a yawn.

“I want that for my epithet,” Alex winks, gently pushing Henry’s overstimulated cock back into his briefs and zipping him back up. “I’m calling one of the vans if you want to join, our houses are the same way,”

Henry blinks, confused. “I can’t,” He tells him with a hint of irritation. “I’ve got to finish that paper.”

Alex frowns fully now, pinning him with a one-eyed squint.

“You look like you’re about to drop dead.”

“This’s how I always look after sex,” Henry contends, unconvincing to his own ears.

“You’re gonna run yourself into your own grave if you don’t give yourself a break,” Alex tells him, near fuming.

“Then that’ll be my own doing,” Henry says, steadfast.

“That’s fucking psychotic,” Alex hisses and Henry hates how he can’t understand why this, being here, being worth something greater than just a jumble of letters and familial connection, is so important to Henry.

“’S not your life to live,” he shrugs, turning away from Alex.

“You don’t have to be the best to be worth anything, Henry,” he calls after him, cutting and cruel and careless.

Henry feels like he’s been caught out, like he can’t breathe. And how dare Alex, how dare he pretend that their situations are at all similar. Like there aren’t chasms separating them.

“Fuck you, Alexander.”

“I mean that’s all you ever want, isn’t it?”

There’s a sound like Alex kicking a chair but Henry doesn’t know for sure, refuses to turn around and check.

It’s been two weeks since the library incident.

Neither of them has texted first, not even glancing in the other’s direction in the one class they share. And it’s good, it’s fine, it’s whatever. Henry’s never wanted anything more than a consistent fuck, and Alex has got dozens of options of incredibly pretty and incredibly smart and incredibly affable people just like him. He doesn’t need Henry and Henry doesn’t need him.

It’s fine.

“It doesn’t look fine, mate,” Pez tells Henry that Friday night with knit brows and a worried expression splayed out all over his face. Henry doesn’t answer in so many words, just tosses him the bird instead. “Right, good talk.”

“It’s nothing, Pez,” Henry insists, taking a drag of his joint and pretending that it helps.

“Then come to the party with us tonight, yeah? It’s Spencer’s birthday and I know he’d be a total mess if you actually tagged along to get drunk with us commoners.”

Henry glares with feeling but accepts the offer merely to prove his point that whatever happened between him and Alex means nothing.

Admittedly, that notion might’ve been thrown out the godforsaken window when the party goes into full swing and Henry finally catches sight of Alex near the beer pong table, laughing with Liam of all fucking people.

They look happy, happier than Henry’s ever seen him.

Henry feels cold all over.

He doesn’t know why he’s acting like this, doesn’t understand the reason why his stomach’s twisting into knots and his veins are spiking with a truly awful emotion and why his ribcage has cracked open, screaming at Alex, telling him to notice, to look at Henry, to see that he’s here, dammit. To see that Henry’s here and whole and has so much to give him even if it looks like the contrary.

Henry doesn’t understand any of it, so he ignores the feelings and races up stairs to his room, crossly slamming his door shut and cursing at his own stupidity.

Like he does whenever he’s overwhelmed, Henry grabs for one of the novels lining his shelf and gets lost in the fictitious lives penned in black and white, lives far away from his reach, lives that Henry could get lost in studying and forget his own for only a little while. It’s what he did when Bea and Philip were doing grown up things and he was stuck at home all alone. What he did for days on end in the hospital room, reading to his father while he faded away bit by bit. It’s what he did to forget the fact that his own brother wants him to hide himself in all his varieties of light.

It’s the one constant in Henry’s life and he does it now, gets lost in the words and tries to forget the throbbing to his own heart.

It’s the first time it doesn’t work.

Henry doesn’t know how much time passes when his door creaks open and he looks up to a face he put to memory long ago, even if he pretended otherwise.

“Alexander?”

“Cinderella,” he grins, slow and warm like molasses. “‘How cruel, your veins are made of ice water, and mine are boiling.’”

Henry’s heart feels like it’s just lodged into his throat, his eyes never leaving Alex’s own.

“Excuse me?”

“Wuthering Heights,” he says nonchalantly with a one-armed shrug while stepping closer into the room and pushing the door shut. “It’s your favorite book to read when you’re overwhelmed.”

Henry’s lips pinch, sitting up completely now, regarding Alex fully. “Is that right?”

“Mhmm. You like Sense and Sensibility when you’ve done well on a paper. And you have a secret copy of Little Women stuffed under your bed for whenever Bea messages you and you begin to miss her.”

“Don’t tell me you’re a stalker, Alexander,” Henry says, pretending that the butterflies swarming in his belly are just from nerves of speaking to him after so long and not from the pleasure of him knowing Henry without his evening realizing it.

“You’re not that difficult to figure out, Fox. I’ve told you: you’re just a bimbo with great legs and an accent that makes people think you know two shits about anything.” Alex flops stomach first on Henry’s bed, his head resting up against Henry’s thigh. It’s against Henry’s will when his hand moves forwards to card through Alex’s mussed curls.

“Charming, you’re truly so charming, Alexander. Do you know that?” Henry says blithely.

“The newspapers call me charismatic,” he smirks airily, making it so Henry can’t help but snort.

“Prick.”

“Says the guy who ghosted me,” Alex counters.

“The phone works both ways, love,” he says condescendingly, hating how something golden and splendid is coiling somewhere deep inside of him, merely to due with Alex’s presence.

“Pfft.” Alex gets up now so that they’re face to face, brown eyes boring into blue. “Do you know what you told me after the first night we slept together?”

Henry doesn’t have the slightest clue, so he just shrugs helplessly. “You’ve got a good mouth?”

“Shut the fuck up, you ass. I’m being serious.”

“So am I?”

“You called me a fucking distraction,” Alex hurls, like it’s been something that’s been clawing against him for a while now, itching to be spoken, clacking against his teeth and finally pouring out with vengeance. “You said you had to do well in your studies and you didn’t need a distraction.”

Henry furrows his brows, confused to the point he’s trying to make.

“And you agreed, if memory serves me well,” He says defensively.

“Yeah, because I wasn’t about to be rejected by some rich, pretty boy.”

“I hope you thought a bit more of me than that,” Henry teases, inches closer to him so that the tips of their fingers touch on the bedding.

“You also have a truly remarkable shoulder-to-waist ratio.” Alex shrugs, and Henry knows he’s trying to be a shit, but he still preens. Likes the reminder that Alex is just as much into him as he is Alex.

“I don’t see what’s wrong here.”

Alex shoves at Henry’s forearm, hard.

“The problem, you prick, is that for some fucked-up reason I was actually into you, like a lot.”

Henry’s head swings up from where it was lazily gazing at Alex’s lips, waiting for a chance to kiss them.

“Like truly into me? Like you want to go steady and out on dates and spend the night in my bed?”

“I mean, whatever the non-old man sounding equivalent of that is,” Alex tacitly agrees, head cocked like he’s trying to parse out Henry’s own feelings.

And for his part, Henry can’t believe what he’s hearing, what Alex’s saying, what he’s confirming. This must be a dream, a figment of Henry’s imagination. Stuff like this doesn’t happen to him, they happen to the protagonists of his favorite stories, not real life.

“Wh—What? Why?”

“Dude, that’s what I’ve been asking myself for the past year and a half,” Alex gripes, rocking back; Jesus fuck, he’s nervous. He’s just admitted all his feelings like that and he’s waiting for Henry to either confirm or shoot him down. Henry’s the one with the upper hand here, and it’s awful.

Holy fuck.

“You—you said you liked me,” Henry says tentatively. “But now, do you—erm, ahem,” Henry coughs awkwardly, and Alex is gracious enough to answer the unspoken query.

“I didn’t break up with Liam last semester because he didn’t root for the Cowboys, dumbass.”

“Oh,” Henry blinks, befuddled, which makes Alex roll his head back so fiercely that Henry’s afraid he might strain something.

“I broke up with him because I’ve got this massive, irrecoverable, disgusting thing for this blonde prick. A douche who puts too much on his shoulders and tries to prove something to someone who isn’t even here, and who is so goddamn dense that I have to spell my feelings out to him like he’s actually a frat bro instead of just pretending to be.”

Henry feels himself going scarlet, feels it how his heart blossoms with wanting, unrestrained and painful in its ferocity.

“But Nora?”

Alex’s face goes blank, and then a sickly green color. “Dude, why are you bringing my sister’s girlfriend into this?”

“Wait��You’re not? I thought you still had a, erm—a thing for her?”

“She’s not the one I just gave a Twilight-level cringe speech to, is she?” Alex harrumphs, crossing his arms and scowling at a point over Henry’s shoulder.

“So, you really like me?” Henry asks hopefully.

“I swear to God, Fox: if you don’t tell me how you feel in the next five seconds I’m going to—“

Alex stops speaking right then, is interrupted by Henry’s slamming lips and desperate palming and long limbs tangling into one another.

“You’re a monster,” Alex pants once Henry’s lips finally unlatch from his and Henry’s almost tearing off his shirt.

“I can’t believe you actually want this,” Henry says in contrary. “I’m a mess, you do realize as much, don’t you?”

Alex looks endeared when he smiles, shrugging helplessly. “I like messes.”

Henry can’t help the laugh he lets out, relishes when Alex finally gets a good hold of him and lays him back so that they’re pressed skin to skin and he’s spouting out nonsense about Henry’s eyes and mouth and dick, each point punctuated with a kiss across Henry’s protruding collarbone, helps him shed off the last of his clothing.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,”Alex marvels, making Henry’s cheeks redden and causing him to hide it by kissing along Alex’s jaw.

“I’ve liked you for so long,” Henry can admit in the blanket of night, is soft when he slants their lips back up against each other, back arching when he feels Alex pressing inside of him, stretching him out. He’s always so gentle with Henry, even before this was supposed to mean anything. But, holy fuck, who’s he kidding––this has always meant something, even when Henry pretended otherwise.

“You’re the most stubborn fuck I’ve ever met,” Alex tells him, making it sound like an exaltation. “You always had your mind set, know exactly where you’re gonna go.”

Henry groans when Alex puts in the second slicked up finger, followed quickly by the third.

“Ah-Alex, ‘Lex, please.”

“You’re so smart and beautiful, and you have such a good heart.” Alex just keeps on talking, only stopping occasionally to pepper a kiss on a spot around Henry’s face.

Henry feels his eyes prickle with wetness, knows that it’s a combination of feeling so much and feeling so exposed, so open in Alex’s eyes.

“You’re amazing, sweetheart,” Alex whispers, kisses the tears away before he lines up and thrusts into him, something this side of painful with the first couple canting of the hips, until he hits that miraculous point that makes Henry’s insides go feral and something ferocious unfurl within him.

“Alexander, please. Please, love, please,” Henry pleads, hands scratching against Alex’s back and head tossed with yearning.

“You’re so good, so perfect, Henry,” Alex says like an oath, pushing deeper and harder into him, biting down on Henry and making him shout as he cants his hips up to meet each of Alex’s own.

Alex is spouting out a new round of praises towards Henry’s brilliance and butt and beauty and Henry can hardly handle it, feels the white streaks landing on his belly right before Alex begins speeding up in a graceless round of thrusts, finishing with a blown out expression, slowly pulling out and tossing the condom to the trash bin beside the bed.

He collapses half on top of Henry but he doesn’t mind, moves slightly so that the blanket is covering the both of them and kisses Alex’s shoulder tenderly.

“I think I might love you,” he whispers, snuggling closer to Alex.

“Good,” he yawns, slings an arm around Henry’s torso and curves against him. “Makes us even.”

Next week Henry calls Philip and tells him to kiss his ass, and that he doesn’t have to prove shit to anyone.

“You’re sexy when you’re mad,” Alex tells Henry when he hangs up.

“You always think I’m sexy,” Henry sniffs loftily.

“Guilty as charged.” Alex shrugs, pulls up to kiss him senseless once more, making everything go delirious.

#FIRSTPRINCE #Red white and royal blue #Henry Fox Mountchristen Windsor #Alex Claremont Diaz #RWRB #YAY I FIXED IT #IT WASN'T SHOWING UP ON THE TAG #RIP #BETH BABE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH #!!!#SPILT INK

94 notes · View notes

dellebecque · 6 years ago

Text

Prompt #5: Locked Away

@sea-wolf-coast-to-coast

Who: WoL!Aden and Fray When: On the long boat ride to Kugane How: M, huge TW for graphic violence and suicidal ideation. I cannot stress this warning enough. What: The Vault is not merely a place in Ishgard, not any more.This other Vault is Fray's sacred duty to keep. Where: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20487653/chapters/48744020

When his spear shattered on the armor of a knight he reached out with his free hand and jabbed gauntleted fingers into a weak joint of plate, ripped the man’s gorget free and rammed the broken spearhaft into his throat. More came while the knight collapsed in a cacophony of hideously wet choking noises. Aden tore the fallen knight’s sword from his hands, nearly as tall as Aden himself, charging forward to meet them with a bestial growl.

He profaned a path in flesh through holy halls, heavy boots ringing on stone between singing swings of steel and dying cries. That cacophony made music , music the song within him surged to answer, the memory of another melody weaving throughout. Blood soaked in through the joints of his armor, mixed with sweat and soaked his skin. But it wasn’t enough. Even as a vicious strike caved in a knight’s armor into their flesh, down to bone , it wasn’t enough. But gods , that’d felt good , the resistance behind that strike in his arms, the burn in all his muscles from putting that much weight behind a weapon. A soft, lascivious sound interrupted that hungry growl, tongue darting out to lick the blood from his lips.

He reached the very height of the building but for her spires, fighting his way through the staging ground here, and the sword finally broke, blade shattering under the strain of nearly cleaving a priest in half. Aden reeled on the last knight and recognized him. Even weaponless he broke into a trot, grinning, tail lashing sinuously behind him. Oh, yes , to have a chance to kill him again --the Twelve were kind. Aden shifted his weight, redirected his momentum as as Zephirin, untransformed, charged to meet him and swung. He only got enough height to kick off the flat of the blade mid-swing, and on the way down rammed his armored elbow into Zephirin’s face. Bone crunched, rather specific bone, and with the knight reeling from the blow, bloodied, it was a simple matter to hook gauntleted fingers into his armor to pull him down to the right height, to strike with the heel of his palm and ram the bone home. The knight went limp in his hands, face barely recognizable.

Applause rang out, clear and slow, and the sound of heavy boots on stone in a familiar gait. Aden’s head shot up, eyes feverish and alert, ears canted towards the sound.

“Good job.” The voice sounded so like his own, and his gaze met mismatched eyes, one green, one amber. Aden growled , but the shade gave him a wicked little grin. It wore blackened drachenmail in the more modern style he’d eschewed as still too damn fiddly , but seeing it on the shade he realized it suited him. “I think that’s every priest in Ishgard. Every knight. Everyone who ever supported Thordan.”

The weight in his hands shifted, and Aden looked down to see he held not Zephirin by the leading edge of his pauldrons, but Edmont by his coat lapels, bloody and broken. He dropped the body with an alarmed sound, sharp in his throat, but the illusion remained. The body hit the stone and bounced with a crack of bone. “What the fuck ,” Aden breathed, unable to tear his eyes from the corpse.

“Well, even your allies and family were part of the system before you came here. They all supported it. Helped it run. Patriots, the lot of them.” At the bottom of the stairs his shade stopped, standing at parade rest. “We can’t kill everyone who contributed to his death without killing them, too. But you already know that, somewhere inside, or we wouldn’t be here.” His shade’s ears canted forward in a friendly way. “Feel better now?”

“Why the fuck are you here?” Aden growled, reaching down for Zephirin’s sword--he got Edmont’s cane instead, looked down and saw a little blood and tiny shards of bone spattered on the head of it. He dropped it, swallowing heavily, and looked back up at his shade.

“They’re right to compare you to a dragon, you know.” His shade began circling the staging area, arms still clasped behind his back. “In power you are unmatched . Beyond mortal ken. And with each passing day you grow, boundless . Perhaps one day that little trick you’ve learned will rival even the celestial brood,” he brought one arm forward, panning his outstretched hand across open air, “commanding the receptive hearts of even normal spoken in your own emulation of dragonsong. Oh, then how terrible your wrath. We shudder to consider it.” That hand returned to his back, and as he continued around Aden saw the priests and knights here had also been replaced--there lie Artoirel, Emmanellain, Honoroit, with wounds he remembered dealing. “Yes, you’re the veritable long-lost-son of Midgarsormr, but flesh and blood rather than scale and aether. Or is it Nidhogg ?”

“You’re different from last time,” Aden challenged, trying to claw his way back to control of the situation. If his shade meant to ignore him, he could play the same game, challenge it in the same way. His ears flicked.

“From last time , no.” The shade’s ears flicked, too, tail twitching in a familiar gesture of calculated interest. “From before , yes. When first we met, I was… incomplete. Fading. A memory burned into the soulstone. Fray, I think?” Mismatched eyes glanced down, remembering, and Aden almost felt himself making the same expression. “ Fray . We like that. It suits your battle-lust. So perhaps I’ll keep his name. Honor his memory.” The shade passed by Aymeric and Lucia, sprawled as if one had tried to shield the other, then Estinien, among a dozen other bodies he recognized. “But we’re not here to talk about me. We’re here for you .”

“If we’re here for me then fuck off .” A rumbling growl sounded under his voice, and his fingers ached for a weapon. “Unless you’re ready to go another round.”

Fray laughed, a dark, unamused sound. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? And after all, that’s why we’re here.” He returned to the base of the stairs and stopped, standing at parade rest once more and smirking at Aden. “You’ve already had your vengeance in the waking world, but it fixed nothing in your heart. Feels hollow , doesn’t it? You’re still cold and numb, and anger is better than the blackness waiting under that stone.” Aden snarled, starting forward, but Fray continued on. “You keep pushing yourself though your body is broken because you need the distraction. You can project your rage, your blame, onto whatever they’ve sicced you on this week. But none of it really satisfies . You know who you want it to be at the end of your spear.” Fray brought both hands forward and gestured for Aden to look down. He did, almost instinctively.

Aden’s heart stopped . Haurchefant lay before him, as he had in death--but the spear piercing him through was not Zephirin’s aetheric lance, but the spear of Light, glorious in both power and aspect. For a moment the bottom dropped out of-- everything , and Aden shook, a hairline fracture cracking across that cold stone where his heart should be. It’s not real , he told himself without conviction.

“We know who you really want to blame.”

It’s not real , he told himself, but it… may as well be. Haurchefant had died for him, but Aden could have done a hundred things to stop it, and he’d done nothing.

“We know you’re not just looking for someone to project onto.”

He’d done nothing . And suspected now as then that, perhaps, he couldn’t die. The blessing might not let him. Which meant Haurchefant had died for--

“We know you’re not just looking for a distraction.”

But it wasn’t just Haurchefant . Aden finally tore his gaze away, throat tightening. He knew now this wasn’t really the Vault, knew that he’d find those heavy stone doors behind Fray writ in his own hand with a couple dozen names he could no longer say aloud. Over the years he’d realized each and everyone one of them could have been saved, not a single one of them need be lost the way they had. The already chill air seemed to grow colder, tongues of frost licking across Aden’s armor and drawing fanciful patterns.

Still, he missed Haurchefant so fucking much . He missed having someone who could stand by his side in a fight, someone who knew him so well a glance or a gesture sufficed to communicate volumes of meaning. He missed having someone to go home to, someone who would soothe his hurts rather than merely see them healed. He missed having someone who saw him as a person rather than a hero. Someone he could be weak in front of without fear. Someone who would challenge his boundaries and draw him out of his shell. And-- gods , he was loathe to admit it, but he missed the intimacy , someone who would touch him without inflicting pain. But he couldn’t let anyone else close enough for any of that. He couldn’t live through the loss again.

Aden didn’t want to live through it the first time.

“Harken unto me, Aden Dellebecque, Weapon of Light .” His head snapped up, gazing on Fray who stood at parade rest again, a more perfect reflection of him with each passing moment. “We made a bargain. And I will keep it. Mark it well: you may keep those who love you distant, and not let them know that you feel for them in return. I will help you in this, and I will bear the burdens of your heart when they are too much, just as I bear the burdens of your body. But you must open these doors one day and face what lies beyond. And soon . The strain is… damaging us.”

“We both know what’ll happen if I do,” Aden whispered. “And everyone’s….”

“Counting on you,” Fray said. “I know.” He blinked slowly at Aden. “I know, heart of my heart. Even with me to bear the worst, it hurts more than any agony of the flesh. But one day you must. And perhaps by then….”

Aden shook his head. “It’s all I have left. I can’t forget him--any of them--enough to… face it safely .”

“Then you must find hands that can heal you of this wound.” Fray said darkly. “As I told you before. We have no other viable option. The coward’s way is unacceptable. Seeking death on your enemy’s blade is unacceptable.” Fray held out a hand, and a blade of ice formed in it, tall as he was. “Until then.” He walked back up to the doors, squaring himself before them, and planted the sword point down, both hands on the hilt like the statues that stood sentinel in Foundation.

Aden surfaced from restless darkness to find himself curled into a tight, aching ball on his hard, small bunk aboard the Misery , thin blanket wrapped tight around him and a book open on its face next to his head. He didn’t have it in him to cry, Fray saw to that--just felt numb and cold, and… tired . His ears strained for any sounds beyond the creak of the ship and the slosh of waves. Hearing nothing other than the normal working sounds of the crew, Aden started in on what breathing exercises he could manage without uncurling, and slowly drifted back to sleep.

Blessedly, his dreams were bloodless.

#ffxivwrite2019 #WoL!Aden #you'll quickly notice this Fray is different from the in game Fray #I love DRK but this is just kind of happening #writing

10 notes · View notes

clown-bait · 6 years ago

Text

Monster Family (Monster Roommate AU) Ch4

Pennywise agrees to hang out with his mate and gets LIT in an Applebees. Believe it or not this chapter is semi based on personal experience. I'll let everyone decide what part that might be.

CH4 LIT

“Oh great she brought the ball and chain.” Freddy groaned as his friend walked through the doors of the only with a bar in town the three of them weren't banned from. Trailing behind her a very uncomfortable Robert Gray groaned in annoyance when he realized they were in a family restaurant.

“Peachy there are children here!” he hissed in annoyance as the scent of delicious screaming baby assaulted his nose from the dining area.

“If I can control my self in an arcade full of street fighter virgins you can handle being in an Applebees for a couple hours. Besides we can't go to any regular bars since we have to pass Chucky off as Freddy’s kid.”

Pennywise huffed in annoyance at the mention of his tenant. “Then we could do this at our own home. You cant even partake in this anyway.” he grumbled

“Pen the point of going out is that it prevents me from getting stir crazy and doing something to piss you off again out of boredom. You better get used to atmospheres like this anyway with kids on the way.”

“I won't be bringing them to cesspits of noise and grease such as this.”

“Then you're sure in for a surprise Jingles havin’ kids is just traveling from one cesspit to another!” Chucky laughed in his booster seat while pouring another colorful mixed drink into his sippy cup.

“The fact that you've gone this far for entertainment is pathetic.” the eldritch spat as his tennant flipped him off. “Does your wife know you've started stooping so low as to play baby just to enjoy a night out?”

“Does your’s know you've been sniffin’ her panties while she’s at work like a creep?”

Leech deadpanned as she sat down “Hi Chuck I’m literally right here, also Pen that's gross.”

“Says the woman who fucked a spider.” Pennywise grunted as he tested one of the colorful drinks on the table.

Freddy groaned and took a deep drink “Aaaaand this is why we don't let you bring him.”

“Yeah Fred you're one to talk, pretty sure this whole Chris rebound thing you're going through has led to some weird rendezvous. The Bye-Bye Man comes to mind-” the vampire sneered and a clawed hand was shoved across her face.

“SHH don’t fucking say his name! Fuck now he’s gonna find me and ask why I haven’t called.”

Leech continued to tease the dream demon as her disguised clown began his second "hurricane". At least the drinks were sweet and he was able to quell some of the hunger within him with the sugary alcoholic beverages. Leech glanced over at her mate noticing the nearly empty glass.

"Woah slow down there tiger I know you’re large but that's gonna hit you fast"

"Peachy Pie I’m not human do not worry for me. Instead continue insulting Krueger I was enjoying that."

"You're my ride home you better be able to teleport while drunk."

"I’m fiiinneee"

"That response alone is suddenly filling me with so many regrets." she groaned.

"Lighten up Fangs they water the drinks down anyway." Freddy rolled his eyes and flagged down their waitress for another round of drinks. Robert let out a loud hiccup and giggled as Chucky silently observed with interest. Several moments later the eldritch began to sway slightly, barely hearing the conversation anymore and instead letting a literal wandering eye drift around the room hungrily resting on potential targets.

"Jingles is drunk" Freddy nonchalantly grunted.

"Are you shitting me?" Leech growled and glanced over to her mate who seemed normal until he turned to her his cheek split open at the side revealing a fang filled maw underneath.

"Yeess?" the eldritch attempted a suave look on his out of control face and tapped too many fingers over his chin as his hooded eyes drifted apart.

"Jesus fuck Pen control yourself."

"Im aaaaallways in control darling." He purred getting all the way into her personal space as drool fell from from his lips and onto her shirt.

"Oh my god its like owning a fucking mastiff with you sometimes." Leech groaned and playfully shoved him away despite his persistent growls and chitters against her skin. “Put the teeth away honey you're in public”

“Get a damn room.” Chucky yelled and the eldritch's head snapped in his direction roaring horribly in annoyance.

“Fangs uh he's really becoming a problem someone is gonna notice this.”

“Its weird that he got fucked up so fast, he only had two watered down drinks.” Chucky said as he studied the disguised clown.

“You're right give me your water” Leech hastily grabbed the clear liquid in front of the dream demon and tipped it against her mate’s lips. Freddy moved to stop her but stopped when Robert Gray’s face opened unnaturally wide to dump the liquid down in one gulp.

“FANGS! That was pure vodka.” Freddy yelled.

“Why the FUCK do you have a cup full of vodka?”

“Why the fuck not?” he growled and popped a small chocolate into his mouth. The eldritch stopped his swaying and stitched his face back together the room becoming much more clear as his eyes aligned once more.

“Who tried to poison me?” Robert groaned rubbing his temples completely sober. Freddy and Leech both stared at him dumbfounded. “HOW?!” they both shouted. Robert cocked an eyebrow.

“Belief.” he said simply and plucked a chocolate from Freddy's hand plopping it into his mouth. “I function on belief and imagination. I am serious about the poisoning which of you was it?”

“So what you're telling me is if I believe that apple juice could make you shitfaced it’ll happen.” Chucky smirked.

Robert sighed in annoyance knowing his three companions well enough now that his question will never be answered. “In a way yes.”

“Don't even try it Chuck.” Leech snarled but stopped when she felt her mate’s hand on her shoulder.

“Tricks will not work he has to absolutely believe it will happen.”

Freddy finally spoke up waving a gloved hand to get their attention “Uh guys….What happens if I believed that there were some pretty interesting party drugs in that candy.”

The vampire and the eldritch both froze.

“Please tell me you didn't.” Leech grabbed her friends stripped sweater

“I did.”

Chucky sighed and took a long sip of his drink “We’re gonna get banned from fucking Applebees.”

--------------

Pennywise had blinked and suddenly he was no longer at the restaurant. There was music that was loud and pulsing and sweaty bodies bumped into him from all sides. How did he get here? His limbs felt like jelly and he was holding some type of weird blue beverage. He took a large gulp of it to sooth the dryness in his throat and made his way back to the red lights that must be the bar. Despite being disoriented he did feel good, giggly even. He hadn't even realized his human disguise was part-way to “clown mode”, his face baring his trademark makeup, but he did notice that the other people around him were dancing he should probably as well. He needed to blend in after all. So he began to sway and move to the music leaping through the air dramatically like an acrobat. It felt like a full 27 years had passed as he performed but if he stopped the illusion would be ruined. Thus he had to keep dancing. As he swayed and stumbled in euphoria he bumped into the first face he had recognized in this new location who nearly fell from the weight of the cross faded eldritch colliding with his spindly frame. “Holy shit Jingles there you are!”

“Krueger!” the clown nearly shouted and pirouetted with the grace of a ballet dancer.

“Have you been drinking more?”

“I found a pretty blue drink on a tray! Pretty and sweet!”

“You're a riot Jingles.” the dream demon laughed “Who'd have thought you'd have it in you to steal drinks.”

More of the clown's human disguise melted and he giggled uncontrollably grabbing the dream demon into a back breaking hug.

“Pennywise is glad to see you my friend yes he iss! I was so lost in this strange new place!”

“This is the cenobites nightclub idiot also put me down jesus!”

“Mmmm but you are warm and small!”

“Save it for your girlfriend bozo.” Freddy shoved his tall drugged companion back and straightened himself.

“Peachy!? She's here?"

"Man you really are messed up. She's the one who dragged your ass here after you nearly mauled someone at Applebees. Said it was my fault and put me on babysitting duty."

The clown dramatically tapped his wet chin then grinned wide with an idea

"Krueger I wish to dance with my mate fetch her for me!" He growled puffing out his chest in a display of cockiness.

"What do I look like your servant?"

"........are you not?"

"Fetch your own woman.” Freddy grunted and left deciding the nosferatu could deal with her beloved man child herself.

-------

Leech sat in a private room her housemate in a stolen booster seat beside her chains hung from the ceiling as a high stakes poker game took place below. The vampire ripped off her sunglasses in annoyance.

"Seriously Pinhead turn some fucking lights on in here."

"You are the one insisting on wearing eye protection indoors."

"Its a bluffing tactic!"

"Fangs no one actually wears sun glasses outside league games except for assholes like you and Krueger."

The nosferatu snarled and ripped her glasses off. "If I lose I'm blaming all of you."

"Learn to lie better trashpire. I fold." Chucky sat back in his booster seat taking a drag off a joint much to Leech's annoyance.

"You've been folding a lot. Also Chuck, pregnant stop smoking."

"Fangs we're playing against a goat and a guy with no eyebrows. I don't think either of them has ever made an expression other than neutral in their immortal lives." The doll grumbled snuffing the joint out and putting it back in his front pocket. He turned to the growing bump under his friends shirt "Take note kids uncle Chucky is doing this for you now so you wont eat me later."

Leech rolled her eyes at him "I raise."

"You have nothing left to bet idiot." The doll shouted and Pinhead smiled at his cloven hooved companion.

"Nothing physical."

The vampire cocked her eyebrow with interest a low purr formed in her throat "Are we raising the stakes?"

"Fangs, Jingles will kill me if-" the doll was cut off quickly by a cold pale hand to his mouth.

"Quiet Chatty Cathy. Continue."

"I have a very lovely crock pot, stainless steel 4 different settings, no stick. All you have to wager is a simple IOU." The dark furred goat hissed into the air like a whisper.

"Why the hell would a vampire need a crock-"

"DEAL!" Leech slammed her fist on the table fangs gleaming in her wide smile. Chucky gasped like a fish in protest. The large black goat let out a horrible guttural hiss.

"Shake her hand hell priest and the game will continue."

"Sire I believe that crock-pot was the one you borrowed from me-"

"SHAKE HER HAND"

Leech grabbed Pinhead's hand before anything else could be said. "You have no idea how much blood pudding I'm going to make with that thing."

"Well this definitely won't come bite all of us in the ass later." Chucky sighed and slumped back in his booster seat.

-------------

Pennywise felt amazing. Lights flashed all around him as people brushed against him from all sides. Normally this would repulse him but tonight touch felt good and the loud noise vibrated his form's bones making his muscles tingle. A woman touched his arm and his skin melted from the feeling. Why was he here again? Someone he was looking for, someone he actually liked. Then there she was, in her messy platinum wig bobbing in the ebb and flow of the dance floor. He felt his body tingle with excitement and he pushed other monstrous creatures out of his way to get to his precious queen. "Hiya gorgeous~" he purred his usual greeting to her and pulled her to him kissing her deeply. He felt like the most romantic suave person in the room and Leech felt amazing against him. Her lips were warm and soft she smelled of fresh flowers sending tingles up his spine. Then the moment was broken when a voice that definitely was not his mate's came out of her mouth and the intoxicated Pennywise realized the person he just passionately kissed was not the mother of his children. He realized it a second time when an icy cold claw pulled him back and broke his cherry red nose.

I think he might be in trouble.

#pennywise #pennywise x oc #pennywise fanfiction #horror fanfiction #freddy krueger #chucky #Charles Lee Ray #pinhead #slasher fanfiction #it fanfiction #monster roommate au

14 notes · View notes

middleearth2asgard · 7 years ago

Text

“Imagine being an intern for Tony Stark and expecting to work with some amazing technology, but instead he has you doing stupid errands.”

Based on an imagine from @imaginary-desires.

As the elevator rose to the floor that the nice lady at the front desk had instructed you to go to, you bounced up and down with excitement. You couldn’t believe that you had actually landed an internship with Tony Stark. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity! Of course, you tried very hard not to delude yourself into believing that you would actually get to meet Tony Stark or any of the other Avengers (you’d probably answer to his assistant’s assistant or something like that), but you were still giddy in spite of it. You smoothed the front of your business clothes and did a last minute hair adjustment to make sure you looked perfect for the occasion. You wanted to make a good impression, after all.

When the doors slid open, however, the last face you expected to see greeted you.

“Hey, guess you’re my intern, huh?” Tony Stark said.

“Yes, sir,” you squeaked, hopping out before the elevator doors could close on you.

“Don’t call me sir,” he said. “It makes me feel old. And don’t call me Mr. Stark either while we’re at it. Mr. Stark was my dad.”

“Yes, si—“

He gave you a look.

“Tony?” you finished, making it sound almost like a question.

“See? Not so bad. It’ll get easier with time.”

“May I just tell you how excited and proud I am that I was chosen for this program?”

“Of course you can, go ahead.”

You stared at him feeling rather startled. “I thought I just did...”

“I’m just giving you a hard time, kid,” he said, slapping you playfully on the arm. “Do you know what an intern is?”

“Uh-“

“It’s something to look good on your future resume and an opportunity for me to get a little legally free labor.”

Pulling a piece of paper out of his pocket and handing it to you, he added, “Do you remember your way back to the lobby? Of course you do, you look smart. Go run these errands for me. It’ll probably be late when you finish so pick me up some dinner on the way back.”

Then he pressed the elevator button for you before turning and disappearing down a hallway.

—————————————

It was day five of your internship and so far the closest thing you had seen to the latest and greatest Stark technology was the inside of his elevator. Ok, so most interns get stuck running errands. It was an expected part of the job. You had accepted that. But it was all you had done all week long. And these weren’t normal errands either. What did the man really need with one hundred pounds of bird seed and a bunch of men’s t-shirts in size x-small?

As you stood at the counter of the custom-designed clothing store waiting to pick up the package that would round out your list of duties for the day, you decided you had to talk to Tony about this. You wanted to learn more than just how much stuff you could manage to pack into your car at one time.

“Maybe he hates me and this is his way of trying to get me to quit?” You thought to yourself. Well, either way, you would talk to him about it as soon as you got back.

“Here you go,” the man said as he placed the box on the counter. “I gotta ask, what are these for? Are you guys having a MC Hammer party or something?”

“I don’t even know what’s in here, so you know more about it than I do.”

———————————-

When you got back, you found Tony waiting for you in the living room. Why couldn’t he ever be in the lab? Surely he had a lab here, right?

“Oh, you’re back,” he said, not looking up from his phone as you set the giant box on the coffee table in front of him.

“Tony, we have to talk.”

“Usually that means someone is breaking up with me.”

“All I have done all week is run your stupid errands. I applied for this internship because I wanted to learn some amazing stuff from an awesome guy that I really admire. Now, am I ever going to get to do that?”

“Are you quitting?” He asked, finally looking up at you.

You’d thought about it, and there were times when the idea seemed really tempting (like when you were dragging that one hundred pound bag of birdseed inside without any help), but you couldn’t do it. You wanted to be here more than you had ever wanted anything else.

“No, I just wanted to voice my concerns.”

“Congratulations,” he said, smiling at you. “Welcome to Phase 2. No one has ever made it there before. Usually they give up before the first day is over.”

“So, Phase 2 is where you start showing me some cool tech?” You asked excitedly.

“No, that’s Phase 3.”

“So, what is Phase 2?”

Tony started rubbing his hands together in front of him and laughing evilly. “You’ll see tonight. Be prepared to pull an all-nighter.”

——————————————-

“Right there,” Tony said, pointing to the exact place where he wanted you to use the soldering gun.

“I know! I know!”

“Okay! Give an intern free reign and they start acting like they run the joint.”

You gave him a side glance to see that he was smirking at you when he said it.

The pair of you had been in Tony’s lab (yes, you finally made it there) fiddling around with different projects ever since the previous night’s “assignments” were completed...speaking of which...

Your focus was interrupted by the sound of Tony snorting like he was desperately trying to hold in his laughter. Looking up, you saw the reason why. Steve was standing in the doorway wearing a shirt that, based on everything you knew about the laws of physics, he shouldn’t have even been able to squeeze into. He was looking from one bicep to the other, flexing them as he did so, wearing an expression that said he was getting more and more confused by the minute.

“Morning, Cap,” Tony said. “Something wrong?”

“I don’t know. Yesterday all my shirts fit, but today—“ his body finished his sentence for him when it popped the shirt at the shoulder seam. “They’re all like this.”

You covered your mouth in an attempt not to laugh and give it away. The thought of him trying to fit his enormous muscles in those x-small shirts you’d bought was more than you could stand.

“Guess you’ve been spending too much time in the gym,” Tony said nonchalantly.

“Since yesterday?” Steve asked.

“It took you about five minutes to get that build seventy years ago. I don’t know how your body works, don’t ask me,” Tony answered.

“Or someone switched them all out like someone did with my pants,” Bruce said from behind Steve.

You just gave up and doubled over in a fit of laughter when you saw Bruce walk into the room in those gigantic big leg pants with the stretchy waist band.

“Any idea who might have done that, Tony?” Bruce asked.

“Nope, none whatsoever.”

“It was probably the same son of a bitch who dumped bird seed on every visible surface of my room,” Clint said, joining the rest of you in the lab but stopping short when he saw Bruce’s pants.

“Hey, I cant be held responsible because you made a mess with your midnight snack,” Tony replied.

Before anyone else could say anything, the sound of a manly scream reached every corner of the building.

“That would be Thor,” you said, looking at Tony with a suddenly serious expression.

“I think we might have gone too far with his.”

“No chance this internship has health insurance to cover my soon-to-be medical bills, is there?”

“No, but the job I’m offering you right now does. Let’s say we talk about it somewhere else.”

“STARK!!” You heard Thor yell.

“Somewhere far away from here,” he added, grabbing you by the arm and dragging you out the door.

#avengers imagines #Tony stark x reader #Tony stark x you #avengers #iron man #iron man x you #iron man x reader #captain america #Steve rogers #bruce banner #thor #Clint barton #hawkeye

134 notes · View notes

patriotsnet · 4 years ago

Text

Are There Republicans Running For President

New Post has been published on https://www.patriotsnet.com/are-there-republicans-running-for-president/

Are There Republicans Running For President

What Is A Voter

Trump says there is ‘tremendous support’ for him to run for president again

The Top Two Candidates Open Primary Act, which took effect January 1, 2011, created voter-nominated offices. The Top Two Candidates Open Primary Act does not apply to candidates running for U.S. President, county central committees, or local offices.

Most of the offices that were previously known as partisan are now known as voter-nominated offices. Voter-nominated offices are state constitutional offices, state legislative offices, and U.S. congressional offices. The only partisan offices now are the offices of U.S. President and county central committee.

List Of Republicans Who Opposed The Donald Trump 2020 Presidential Campaign

This article is part of a series about

This is a list of Republicans and conservatives who opposed the re-election of incumbent Donald Trump, the 2020 Republican Party nominee for President of the United States. Among them are former Republicans who left the party in 2016 or later due to their opposition to Trump, those who held office as a Republican, Republicans who endorsed a different candidate, and Republican presidential primary election candidates that announced opposition to Trump as the presumptive nominee. Over 70 former senior Republican national security officials and 61 additional senior officials have also signed onto a statement declaring, “We are profoundly concerned about our nation’s security and standing in the world under the leadership of Donald Trump. The President has demonstrated that he is dangerously unfit to serve another term.”

A group of former senior U.S. government officials and conservativesincluding from the Reagan, Bush 41, Bush 43, and Trump administrations have formed The Republican Political Alliance for Integrity and Reform to, “focus on a return to principles-based governing in the post-Trump era.”

A third group of Republicans, Republican Voters Against Trump was launched in May 2020 has collected over 500 testimonials opposing Donald Trump.

‘i Made A Decision To Live My Life In Service’

Brock Pierce is a former child actor who appeared in the Mighty Ducks franchise and starred as the president’s son in the 1996 comedy First Kid. But thanks to his second career as a tech entrepreneur, he’s also probably a crypto currency billionaire.

Why is he running for president? Partly because he is deeply concerned by the state of the country.

“I think that we lack a real vision for the future – I mean, what kind of world do we want to live in, in the year 2030? What is the plan? Where are we trying to get to, you know? You have to aim for something. And I see mostly just a lot of mud being thrown around, not a lot of people putting forth game-changing ideas. It’s getting scary. And I have a view of what to do.”

For the last four years, Mr Pierce has focused on philanthropic work in Puerto Rico, where his foundation recently raised a million dollars for PPE to give to first responders.

Asked what America’s priorities should be for the next four years, he suggests the country stops pursuing “growth for growth’s sake”, and measures its success by how well life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness are upheld.

“I have many liberal tendencies, just like I have conservative tendencies,” Mr Pierce says. “And I think it’s time we take a collective breath and a brave step into the future, because all of these ideologies have something to teach us.”

‘We don’t like either candidate’

And if he doesn’t pull it off? Mr Pierce says he has offers.

Former Colorado Gov John Hickenlooper

Hickenlooper joined the field in early March, seeking to parlay his success in growing Colorado’s economy while passing environmental regulations and gun control laws into a successful presidential campaign. In a launch video, he spoke further of healing the nation’s political divisions.

“One thing I’ve shown I can do, again and again, is create teams of amazingly talented people and really address these issues that are the critical issues facing this country,” he said on “Good Morning America.”

He also announced he was suspending his campaign with a video.

“While this campaign didn’t have the outcome we were hoping for, every moment has been worthwhile and I’m thankful to everyone who supported this campaign and our entire team,” he said in the video posted to .

Who Wants To Run For Governor As A Republican In 2022

Pennsylvania Republicans have been battling with Gov. Tom Wolf since he unseated incumbent Tom Corbett in 2014. Many of them are eager to take Wolfs place, but there is no clear frontrunner this early in the race. Several Republicans have already announced their bid, and a few others have hinted or shown interest in joining what is expected to be a crowded primary. Thus far, its hard to find a Republican candidate without some sort of ties to former President Donald Trump.

With a heated race to fill U.S. Sen. Pat Toomeys seat next year, the GOP will have to be strategic about what candidates it wants to back for the Senate and for governor. Potential candidates will also have to weigh their options and decide where they fit best and can compete.

There are plenty of names that could be added to this list in the coming months, but here is our second iteration of potential Republican candidates for 2022. A couple of candidates have been added since the last edition.

Running

Former U.S. Rep Lou Barletta

Montgomery County Commissioner Joe Gale

Gale was the first Republican to formally announce his candidacy for governor back in February. An avid Trump supporter, he has criticized the Pennsylvania GOP and pledged to be a conservative populist. Hes also caught attention for and saying Trumps presidency was sabotaged.

Former Corry Mayor Jason Monn

Pittsburgh attorney Jason Richey

John Ventre

With Malice Toward None: The Abraham Lincoln Bicentennial Exhibitionthe Run For President

Return to Rise to National Prominence List Previous Section: The New Lincoln |

In 1860, Abraham Lincoln was the least known of all of the contenders for the Republican Partyâs nomination for president. Heading the list was former New York Governor William H. Seward, with the politically awkward Governor Salmon P. Chase of Ohio a distant second. Conservative Edward Bates of Missouri was considered too old, and many Republicans seemed uncomfortable with the popular but unpredictable Horace Greeley, founder and editor of the New York Tribune.

To overcome his disadvantage, Lincoln adopted an unobtrusive publicity campaign. The timely release of his published debates with Stephen A. Douglas and brief autobiographies and a carefully orchestrated speaking campaign in New York and parts of New England all worked to Lincolnâs advantage. The nomination and the subsequent campaign were left largely to trusted handlers, but even after his election was secure, Lincoln maintained a dogged silence on national issues prior to his inauguration.

Allegations Of Inciting Violence

Research suggests Trump’s rhetoric caused an increased incidence of hate crimes. During his 2016 campaign, he urged or praised physical attacks against protesters or reporters. Since then, some defendants prosecuted for hate crimes or violent acts cited Trump’s rhetoric in arguing that they were not culpable or should receive a lighter sentence. In May 2020, a nationwide review by ABC News identified at least 54 criminal cases from August 2015 to April 2020 in which Trump was invoked in direct connection with violence or threats of violence by mostly white men against mostly members of minority groups. On January 13, 2021, the House of Representatives impeached Trump for incitement of insurrection for his actions prior to the storming of the U.S. Capitol by a violent mob of his supporters who acted in his name.

: James K Polk Vs Henry Clay Vs James Birney

The election of 1844 introduced expansion and slavery as important political issues and contributed to westward and southern growth and sectionalism. Southerners of both parties sought to annex Texas and expand slavery. Martin Van Buren angered southern Democrats by opposing annexation for that reason, and the Democratic convention cast aside the ex-president and front-runner for the first dark horse, Tennessees James K. Polk. After almost silently breaking with Van Buren over Texas, Pennsylvanias George M. Dallas was nominated for vice president to appease Van Burenites, and the party backed annexation and settling the Oregon boundary dispute with England. The abolitionist Liberty Party nominated Michigans James G. Birney. Trying to avoid controversy, the Whigs nominated anti-annexationist Henry Clay of Kentucky and Theodore Frelinghuysen of New Jersey. But, pressured by southerners, Clay endorsed annexation even though he was concerned it might cause war with Mexico and disunion, thereby losing support among antislavery Whigs.

Enough New Yorkers voted for Birney to throw 36 electoral votes and the election to Polk, who won the Electoral College 170-105 and a slim popular victory. John Tyler signed a joint congressional resolution admitting Texas, but Polk pursued Oregon and then northern Mexico in the Mexican-American War, aggravating tension over slavery and sectional balance and leading to the Compromise of 1850.

How Donald Trump Could Steal The Election

Ted Cruz First GOP Candidate Set to Run in 2016 Presidential Race

The president cant simply cancel the fall balloting, but his state-level allies could still deliver him a second term.

About the author: Jeffrey Davis is a professor of political science at the University of Maryland, Baltimore County, and the author of Seeking Human Rights Justice in Latin America, and the forthcoming book Constitutional Tyranny.

Even under a normal president, the coronavirus pandemic would present real challenges to the 2020 American election. Everything about in-person voting could be dangerous. Waiting in line, touching a voting machine, and working in polling stations all run afoul of social-distancing mandates. Already, Maryland, Kentucky, Georgia, and Louisiana have postponed their presidential primaries, while Wyoming, New York, and Ohio have altered their voting procedures. Of course, other democracies face similar problems; the United Kingdom has postponed local elections for one year.

But under President Donald Trump, the possibilities for how the coronavirus could wreak havoc on the election are all the more concerning. This is not a president who cares about the sanctity of the electoral process. After all, he has never seemed particularly concerned about Russias efforts to manipulate the 2016 outcome , and he was impeached for demanding Ukrainian help in his reelection efforts.

New 2020 Voter Data: How Biden Won How Trump Kept The Race Close And What It Tells Us About The Future

As we saw in 2016 and again in 2020, traditional survey research is finding it harder than it once was to assess presidential elections accurately. Pre-election polls systemically misjudge who is likely to vote, and exit polls conducted as voters leave the voting booths get it wrong as well.

Now, using a massive sample of validated voters whose participation has been independently verified, the Pew Research Center has . It helps us understand how Joe Biden was able to accomplish what Hillary Clinton did notand why President Trump came closer to getting reelected than the pre-election surveys had predicted.

How Joe Biden won

Five main factors account for Bidens success.

The Biden campaign reunited the Democratic Party. Compared to 2016, he raised the share of moderate and conservative Democrats who voted for the Democratic nominee by 6 points, from 85 to 91%, while increasing the Democratic share of liberal Democrats from 94 to 98%. And he received the support of 85% of Democrats who had defected to 3rd party and independent candidates in 2016.

How Trump kept it close

Despite non-stop controversy about his policies and personal conduct, President Trump managed to raise his share of the popular vote from 46% in 2016 to 47% in 2020. His core coalition held together, and he made a few new friends.

Longer-term prospects

Statehood And Indian Removal

Republic of East FloridaSeminole WarsAdamsOnís TreatyFlorida TerritoryAdmission to the UnionList of U.S. states by date of admission to the UnionCracker

Defense of Florida’s northern border with the United States was minor during the second Spanish period. The region became a haven for escaped slaves and a base for Indian attacks against U.S. territories, and the U.S. pressed Spain for reform.

Americans of and began moving into northern Florida from the backwoods of and . Though technically not allowed by the Spanish authorities and the Floridan government, they were never able to effectively police the border region and the backwoods settlers from the United States would continue to immigrate into Florida unchecked. These migrants, mixing with the already present British settlers who had remained in Florida since the British period, would be the progenitors of the population known as .

These American settlers established a permanent foothold in the area and ignored Spanish authorities. The British settlers who had remained also resented Spanish rule, leading to a rebellion in 1810 and the establishment for ninety days of the so-called Free and Independent Republic of on September 23. After meetings beginning in June, rebels overcame the garrison at , and unfurled the flag of the new republic: a single white star on a blue field. This flag would later become known as the “”.

What Is A Typical Presidential Election Cycle

The presidential election process follows a typical cycle:

Spring of the year before an election Candidates announce their intentions to run.

Summer of the year before an election through spring of the election year Primary and caucus Caucus: a statewide meeting held by members of a political party to choose a presidential candidate to support. debates take place.

January to June of election year States and parties hold primaries Primary: an election held to determine which of a party’s candidates will receive that party’s nomination and be their sole candidate later in the general election.and caucuses.

July to early September Parties hold nominating conventions to choose their candidates.

September and October Candidates participate in presidential debates.

Early November Election Day

December Electors Elector: a person who is certified to represent their state’s vote in the Electoral College. cast their votes in the Electoral College.

Early January of the next calendar year Congress counts the electoral votes.

January 20 Inauguration Day

For an in-depth look at the federal election process in the U.S., check out USA In Brief: ELECTIONS.

Contribution Limits For 2021

Additional national party committee accounts Donor $109,500* per account, per year Candidate committee $45,000 per account, per year PAC: nonmulticandidate $109,500* per account, per year Party committee: state/district/local Unlimited transfers

*Indexed for inflation in odd-numbered years.

PAC here refers to a committee that makes contributions to other federal political committees. Independent-expenditure-only political committees may accept unlimited contributions, including from corporations and labor organizations.

The limits in this column apply to a national party committees accounts for: the presidential nominating convention; election recounts and contests and other legal proceedings; and national party headquarters buildings. A partys national committee, Senate campaign committee and House campaign committee are each considered separate national party committees with separate limits. Only a national party committee, not the parties national congressional campaign committees, may have an account for the presidential nominating convention.

**Additionally, a national party committee and its Senatorial campaign committee may contribute up to $51,200 combined per campaign to each Senate candidate.

Nj Primary Elections 2020: The Five Republicans Who Want To Take Over As Us Senator

Colleen ODea, Senior Writer and Projects EditorNJ Decides 2020Politics

Five Republicans are vying for the chance to try to do something no one else has been able to do in almost a half-century: Convince New Jersey voters to elect a Republican to serve in the U.S. Senate, where Democrat Cory Booker now sits.

It has been 48 years since New Jersey voters have sent a Republican to the U.S. Senate, and registered Democrats outnumber Republicans by nearly a million. In 2018, Republican and former pharmaceuticals executive Bob Hugin spent more than $39 million, including $36 million of his own money, and lost by 11 percentage points to incumbent Bob Menendez, who had been considered vulnerable after his trial on political corruption charges ended in a hung jury.

Statewide races are the toughest ones of all for a GOP outnumbered by a million more registered Democrats in the state, said Micah Rasmussen, director of the Rebovich Institute for New Jersey Politics at Rider University. But even before party registrations were so lopsided, Republican Senate candidates have fared more poorly here than almost anywhere else in the nation. Since New Jersey last sent a Republican to the Senate in 1972, the GOP has lost a staggering 15 Senate races in a row, he said.

Withdrew Before The Primaries

The following individuals participated in at least one authorized presidential debate but withdrew from the race before the Iowa caucuses on February 1, 2016. They are listed in order of exit, starting with the most recent.

Name

The following notable individuals filed as candidates with FEC by November 2015.

Name

Additionally, Peter Messina was on the ballot in Louisiana, New Hampshire, and Idaho.Tim Cook was on the ballot in Louisiana, New Hampshire and Arizona. Walter Iwachiw was on the ballot in Florida and New Hampshire.

Jerry Moran: Senator Kansas

Senator Jerry Moran arrives for a meeting about the Republican healthcare bill on Capitol Hill in Washington, U.S., July 19, 2017.

Trumps second endorsement of the 2022 campaign season is Jerry Moran, the Republican incumbent senator from Kansas. He was the first member of Congress to receive an endorsement from the former president.

Moran voted with most Republican senators to acquit Trump of his impeachment charge of inciting the pro-Trump storming of the U.S. Capitol on January 6.

Ron Johnson: Senator Wisconsin

Former GOP Rep. Joe Walsh: ‘I’m going to run for president’

WASHINGTON, DC FEBRUARY 25: Senator Ron Johnson speaks during a U.S. Senate Budget Committee hearing regarding wages at large corporations on Capitol Hill, February 25, 2021 in Washington, DC. The committee is looking at why many low-wage workers in America qualify for public benefits even though thousands of them are employees of large corporations.

Trump announced his endorsement for Republican Wisconsin Sen. Ron Johnson before he has even announced a re-election bid. Johnson, 66, has represented Wisconsin in the Senate since 2011.

Even though he has not yet announced that he is running, and I certainly hope he does, I am giving my Complete and Total Endorsement to Senator Ron Johnson of Wisconsin. He is brave, he is bold, he loves our Country, our Military, and our Vets, Trump wrote in a statement. He will protect our Second Amendment, and everything else we stand for. It is the kind of courage we need in the U.S. Senate. He has no idea how popular he is. Run, Ron, Run!

This list will be updated as Trump announces new endorsements.

: Benjamin Harrison Vs Grover Cleveland

In 1888 the Democratic Party nominated President Grover Cleveland and chose Allen G. Thurman of Ohio as his running mate, replacing Vice President Thomas Hendricks who had died in office.

After eight ballots, the Republican Party chose Benjamin Harrison, former senator from Indiana and the grandson of President William Henry Harrison. Levi P. Morton of New York was the vice-presidential nominee.

In the popular vote for president, Cleveland won with 5,540,050 votes to Harrisons 5,444,337. But Harrison received more votes in the Electoral College, 233 to Clevelands 168, and was therefore elected. The Republicans carried New York, President Clevelands political base.

The campaign of 1888 helped establish the Republicans as the party of high tariffs, which most Democrats, heavily supported by southern farmers, opposed. But memories of the Civil War also figured heavily in the election.

Northern veterans, organized in the Grand Army of the Republic, had been angered by Clevelands veto of pension legislation and his decision to return Confederate battle flags..

Sen Mitt Romney Of Utah

A Gallup poll last March found Romney, 74, has a higher approval rating among Democrats than Republicans, so you might figure he doesnt have a prayer in taking his partys nomination again. A February Morning Consult poll, though, had Romney polling ahead of Republicans like Pompeo, Cotton and Hawley. So, youre telling me theres a chance? Yes, a one-in-a-million chance.

The 2012 GOP presidential nominee and his wife, Ann, have five sons. He graduated from Brigham Young University and Harvard Law. Romney is a former Massachusetts governor, and the first person to be a governor and senator from two different states since Sam Houston, who was governor of Tennessee and a senator from Texas. Romney is this years JFK Profile in Courage Award recipient.

Former Vice President Mike Pence

If youre curious how the former vice president might handle the fact that many of Trumps supporters think hes disloyal for certifying the 2020 election, his speech at the Ronald Reagan Presidential Library on June 24 laid out his argument.

Pence opened the speech with one of his favorite lines, in which he calls himself a Christian, conservative and Republican, in that order and then proceeded to spend the next 20 or so minutes praising Trump and the work of the Trump-Pence administration. We made America great again in just four years, he boasted. Then he finally touched on the attack. Jan. 6 was a dark day in the history of the United States Capitol, he said.

Pence said he would always be proud that elected officials reconvened to finish certifying the election after the riot, and he said he understood why many were disappointed in his tickets loss last year: I can relate, I was on the ballot. He also positioned his view on the election as one informed by Republican patriotism and love of the Constitution.

The Republican Party will always keep our oath to the Constitution, even when it would be politically expedient to do otherwise, he said. Theres almost no idea more un-American that any one person can choose the American president. The presidency belongs to the American people and the American people alone.

: Andrew Jackson Vs Henry Clay Vs William Wirt

Democratic-Republican Andrew Jackson was reelected in 1832 with 688,242 popular votes to 473,462 for National-Republican Henry Clay and 101,051 for Anti-Masonic candidate William Wirt. Jackson easily carried the Electoral College with 219 votes. Clay received only 49, and Wirt won the seven votes of Vermont. Martin Van Buren won the vice presidency with 189 votes against 97 for various other candidates.

The spoils system of political patronage, the tariff, and federal funding of internal improvements were major issues, but the most important was Jacksons veto of the rechartering of the Bank of the United States. National-Republicans attacked the veto, arguing that the Bank was needed to maintain a stable currency and economy. King Andrews veto, they asserted, was an abuse of executive power. In defense of Jacksons veto, Democratic-Republicans labeled the Bank an aristocratic institutiona monster. Suspicious of banking and of paper money, Jacksonians opposed the Bank for giving special privileges to private investors at government expense and charged that it fostered British control of the American economy.

The Anti-Masons convened the first national presidential nominating convention in Baltimore on September 26, 1831. The other parties soon followed suit, and the convention replaced the discredited caucus system of nomination.

Sen Josh Hawley Of Missouri

Though controversial, Hawley, 41, is a fundraising machine and hes quickly made a name for himself. The blowback Hawley faced for objecting to Bidens Electoral College win included a lost book deal and calls for him to resign from students at the law school where he previously taught. His mentor, former Sen. John Danforth of Missouri, said that supporting Hawley was the biggest mistake Ive ever made in my life.

Still, he brought in more than $1.5 million between Jan. 1 and March 5, according to Axios, and fundraising appeals in his name from the National Republican Senatorial Committee brought in more cash than any other Republican except NRSC Chair Sen. Rick Scott of Florida. Just because youre toxic in Washington doesnt mean you cant build a meaningful base of support nationally.

One Republican strategist compared the possibility of Hawley 2024 to Cruz in 2016. Hes not especially well-liked by his colleagues , but hes built a national profile for himself and become a leading Republican voice opposed to big technology companies.

Hawley and his wife, Erin, have three children. He got his start in politics as Missouri attorney general before being elected to the Senate in 2018. Hawley graduated from Stanford and Yale Law.

0 notes