#wow two starters from me way to go

[critterbitter]

I'm wheezing over Ingo and Litwick's dynamic jgjbjjxjsjwkfiisiq and TYNAMO FITTING INTO EMMET'S SCARF IS SOOO CUTE!! Love how you draw the little sbubby bois, their conductor themed outfits are soo freaking cute!!!

I have so many thoughts when it comes to them it’s insane. Glad you like the characterizations!

Here’s a quick one shot under the cut, as a treat for making it this far.

Emmet finds Tynamo three months before Ingo meets Litwick. Ingo has some thoughts.

Ingo and Emmet are part of a pair.

If Emmet is the fuck around and find out, then Ingo’s been relegated amused damage control. This has always been the case, right up until Emmet found tynamo. Then suddenly, it’s “wow emmet, you’re so responsible!” “Golly gee Emmet, what do you mean you don’t want to go exploring the cave systems after dark?” “Gee whizz, what do you mean curfew for your eel puppy?” “Why in Reshiram do you get to have a whole pokemon three months before we agreed to get starters, and i don’t?”

Ingo doesn’t say the last part. He’s a bitter world-weary twelve year old languishing about the unfairness of the pokestray distribution system, but he also loves his brother. Emmet found an injured tynamo in chargestone cave and decided to help— tynamo decided to stay. It’s every child’s film plot. Ingo being a grouchy gengar makes him objectively a terrible friend.

Oh dragons, is Ingo a bad brother?

“Ingo!”

Speak of the cold, and he shall enter. Ingo swings his whole body around to better brace for the flying tackle.

“Emmet!”

“I am emmet! You are sulking.”

Ingo clicks his mouth closed and tries not to sulk harder. He fails.

“You are not being verrrry convincing, brother dearest.”

“I do not have any idea what you are going on about,” Ingo’s traitorous mouth blurts. “Be convinced I love you and am not planning dastardly plots.”

Do not think about getting a ground typed starter. Do not think about getting a ground typed starter.

Emmet shoots him a judgemental look from under the brim of his hat. Ingo glowers back, and slowly starts leaning forward, smooshing Emmet under his weight.

“Ttttell me why you look like a crushed joltik.”

“Keep this up and you are going to be the crushed joltik.”

Anyways, Emmet is becoming more bold by the day and even actively discussing electric types with the new girl in elementary prep, Elesa. Ingo thinks she’s cool, but she flinched when he blurted a once again too loud greeting so he’s… letting that cool off. They definitely don’t have anything to talk about beyond pokemon, and Emmet and her already have pokemon. Ingo feels a bit left out.

Caught in the ennui of not having a blitzle or tynamo, Ingo slips as Emmet rolls out from under him. The two go down in an ungraceful tangle of limbs.

“Tell. Me. What’s. Wrong.” Emmet gently slaps Ingo’s face like a ripe oran berry. “You want to tell me sooo badly. Ooh.”

“Emmet- aurgh. Gerroff’”

“I don’t speak denial.”

Ingo gives up. His entire body deflates. Emmet, not expecting the sudden loss of spinal infrastructure, slides sideways and knees Ingo’s lungs.

Ingo wheezes. “I’m sulking because you were crushing my spine.”

“Tell me the truth.”

Uh oh. Ingo studies Emmet’s face. It’s the same one he looks into the mirror with, but marred with concern and self consciousness. Ingo made Emmet worry. He’s not just a bad twin. He’s the worst.

“You are Emmet.”

“I am Emmet.”

“You have Tynamo.”

“Tynamo’s charging at home.”

Smart ass! Emmet knows what Ingo means. And by Emmet’s smug grin, Emmet knows too.

Ingo struggles to explain that Emmet has Tynamo, and Elesa, and… that’s only two other individuals. He is truly the worst twin in all the land. Emmet gets two new friends and Ingo’s being an infant about it.

One day, Ingo will have his own pokemon partner and team— but right now, Ingo only gets to have Emmet.

Ingo feels this is an unfair trade equivalent, but he does not want to say it in a way that sounds rude, so he stalls.

Emmet has no such prefunctures. He squints at Ingo, who avoids eye contact and squirms. “You are… jealous?” He tilts his head in visible confusion. “What?”

Ingo covers his face with his hands, defeated.

“You arrrre jealous!” Emmet cries, bewildered. “Why??”

Ingo lets out an unintelligible wheeze. Emmet remembers he still has a knee on Ingo’s chest, and hastily sits back.

“I don’t want to be jealous,” Ingo finally bursts. “I am very happy for you Emmet! You and Tynamo are a winning combination!” His voice cracks embarrassingly. Emmet doesn’t flinch at the volume, even muffled under Ingo’s palms. “I don’t want to be a bad brother being jealous.”

“You aren’t a bad brother, Ingo.”

“I am. I am angry that you found your starter and I haven’t. I’m sad I interrupted your schedule with my inane demands. I have made you feel like you did something wrong. I apologize.”

Peeking between Ingo’s fingers, Emmet’s face falls. Ingo wants to be struck by a giga impact rather than face this. He would rather be a dusty imprint. Where is Uncle Drayden’s Haxorous when you need her?

“Ingo, Ingo listen to me.” Emmet’s hands dart forward to settle Ingo’s shoulders. The pressure is grounding. Real. This is where Emmet tells Ingo he’s being stupid.

He hears Emmet exhale.

“I’m sorry.”

Wait, that doesn’t sound right. “Pardon?”

“I wanted to train Tynamo as my conductor, and I left our two-car train unmaintained.”

“Pardon??”

Emmet looks uncomfortable and sad. It makes Ingo uncomfortable and sad. “Yesterday night. When you wanted to go to the caves. For our weekly charting. I said I’d rather help Tynamo.”

Oh. Yeah, Ingo remembers that. It had stung. “You are not obligated to say yes,” he protests. “In fact, you should say no more. You always say yes.”

“Yes.”

“What did I just say.”

“No. You’re my brother. I left you out.”

Ingo slowly puts down his hands. His face still feels warm, but he feels less scared. Now he just feels embarrassed. He can’t help but let out a meek plea slip. “Don’t go where I can’t follow, Emmet. Please.”

“I would never! We are going on our pokemon journey together, yep yep. You, me, tynamo, and whoever your starter will be!”

The two sit there on the side of the dirt road. Emmet’s declaration sounds like a dangerous promise. Ingo realizes at that moment he would do anything for his brother, who’s his best friend and confidant and world, starter or no starter. He opens his mouth to tell Emmet that.

“Wwwwwait. You are trying to go back to the caves. Ingo! Are you trying to find a starter by yourself!?”

Never mind. Emmet’s gone for his soft underbelly, and Ingo’s in pain. “Emphasis on trying,” he mutters instead. The joltik are not interested in him. The local tynamo swarm fled. A curious drilbur had sniffed him once, turned up its nose, and then trundled into the wall.

“…ah.”

Nothing had felt right for Ingo— too scared, too judgemental, or too uninterested. He’s starting to accept that maybe none of the pokemon in this town area match his truth or ideals.

Emmet was quiet for a long time. He had his thinking face on, so Ingo did not interrupt. He took the time instead to look up at the sky, watching the giant puff of clouds drift by. A plume of swabloo lazily inches their way across the horizon.

A shadow falls over Ingo. Emmet dusts himself off, and helps drag his twin to his feet. The two sway, clasping hands.

“We’ll ask Uncle Drayden,” Emmet decides, and Ingo is enthralled by the sheer truth of that statement. “He’ll let us use the subway! And you can look elsewhere, for a starter who is ideal for you. Wwwwith me and Tynamo, instead of by yourself.”

“Truly?” Uncle Drayden is a scary man.

Emmet nods. It’s easy to talk to Emmet— he just says words that Ingo would spend hours ruminating on. “I am verrrry persuasive.”

“You mean staring at him from the corner until he cracks?”

“Brother, you know me so well!”

Ingo cant help but laugh. He still feels guilty and bad for feeling envious, but a world with emmet by his side is significantly less hostile. Emmet’s hand is warm in his.“Thank you!” He cheers, startling himself with his volume. “Bravo,” he tried in a quieter tone.

“Bravo!!” Emmet replies, pointedly louder. Ingo squawks as Emmet pulls him off balance. “You are my brother! We’re going to find you a starter!”

Ingo tugs back just as fiercely. “Bravo!! We are going to harass Uncle Drayden into letting us board the train!”

Emmet leans with his whole body, dragging Ingo into the fulcrum of his centrifuge. “BRAVO! YOU ARE GOING TO HELP ME WITH TYNAMO’S TRAINING!”

Ingo digs his heels in, and then stumbles. “BRAVO, I, what?”

Emmet looked distinctly patrat-esque. “We’re in this together, Ingo. No backing out now.”

Ingo thought about it long and hard. He gets to see his brother get electrocuted. But he will, also, most likely, get electrocuted.

(Tynamo is Emmet’s starter. But maybe, it can also be Ingo’s friend.)

But brother say brother do, and Ingo’s probably obligated to run damage control if Emmet decides to, say, shove a fork into an outlet for Tynamo to snack on.

(Emmet fucks around. Ingo finds out. Even two steps apart with new people between, this is the way of their world.)

“Alright,” he crumbles. When they step this time, they step in sync. “We do this. Together.” (Enjoy this? Here's the link to the rest of my rat crimes.)

[loves-alibi]

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or: you married a butcher, not a martyr.

MDNI simon "ghost" riley x f!reader word count: 2.7k warnings: mentions of sex, mentions of torture, reader is hashtag depressed, mentions of death (assumed death), simon is a weirdo at the end <3

*****

He’s a butcher, an apprentice actually. Every Monday through Saturday, regulars flock to the shop, where Simon, the gentle giant behind the counter, takes their order with a smile. Kids love him, always excited to see the man who tells droll jokes when their mothers, who are more interested in the way he winks at them after throwing in an extra quarter of a pound of meat, aren’t listening.

Simon is the talk of the block. Every nosy soul wants to know his deal. It’s not like he came out of nowhere. Simon was born and raised on the streets of Manchester, but there’s an intrigue about the young man that was never tapped into until he took up working at that shop, chopping and slicing up people’s dinners while asking 'how's the family?’.

So it’s no surprise when one day an old lady, a regular at the establishment, asks Simon, elbow-deep in raw lamb, if he’s single.

After breaking the news that he wouldn’t like to make a habit of dating customers, she explains that her granddaughter (“She’s about your age and– you’ll see –she’s the prettiest girl in all of England.”) is in town.

Before he even thinks, the woman scribbles on her receipt for three lamb chops an address and 8pm.

Eight hours later he stands outside of her house, a bouquet of flowers in hand and the receipt folded neatly in his back pocket. Before he has the chance to ring the bell, the door flies open, bombarding Simon with the scent of roasting meat and floral perfume. Standing barely at his chest height is the woman from the shop. She calls a name, and round the corner comes her granddaughter.

Simon almost drops the bouquet in his hands. Your grandmother really didn’t lie about how lovely you are. Even as you abscond her (“You didn’t tell me he was actually coming tonight!”) Simon can’t stop staring at you.

Dinner goes by as awkwardly as you could have expected. Your grandmother sits at the head of the table, you and Simon at opposite sides, kicking each other awkwardly each time either of you crossed or uncrossed your legs. She prompts you two with conversation starters.

Darling, tell him about your job.

Simon, I hear you have a brother.

It’s like pulling teeth. The whole night Simon is kicking himself for not meeting you elsewhere, where he could make a real and good impression without watching eyes. It’s over, he thinks when you finally pull the plug on the evening, dismissing Simon with the excuse that you have to work early the next morning. It’s a shame, he really thought that, despite everything, you two had a connection. There were enough fleeting glances and shy smiles from you for Simon to really believe.

You at least have the decency to walk him to the door, thanking him for entertaining your grandmother and for being such polite company. And, with a glance over your shoulder confirming that the coast is clear, you pull Simon in by the lapels for a kiss, it’s chaste and quick, but has Simon’s chest heaving up and down.

“There’s a pub down the street, you know it?” You ask. Simon nods his head dumbly, his lips still tingling. “She goes to sleep early. Meet me there in an hour, yeah?”

He practically skips to the pub. He orders two pints and waits and why did he order you a pint? It'll be warm by the time you get here and he doesn’t even know if you like beer. This was such a bad idea, you’re probably not even going to–

Fifty-two minutes later you walk through the door, chest heaving and hair tousled. You ran. You really ran to see him.

As you down your pint, he sends a silent thank you to whoever answered his prayers because– wow –you’re here and even more beautiful than he could imagine, with a bead of beer slipping out of the corner of your mouth and dripping down your neck.

The next morning, you two wake up naked in Simon’s bed with headaches and a ring on your finger– his nan’s ring to be precise, the one she explicitly told him to give only to the girl. There’s a voice in the back of his head that says he should be mad to have given it away in a drunken stupor to some girl he just met. But then you laugh, saying, “I’m engaged.” And he laughs with you, a sinking feeling telling him that drunk Simon may have gotten it right.

Simon watches you observe the ring glitter in the morning sun. “Do you want to be?”

You scrunch your nose at the question. “Depends,” you say, dragging out the final ‘s’. Simon blanches. “What’s your last name?” You ask, scrutinizing him.

Simon loses his breath as he stares into your eyes. You’re laying naked, halfway on top of him, and yet it’s the way you look at him that makes his world tilt. He barely manages to stutter out, “R–Riley. Simon Riley.”

“Riley… Mrs. Riley.” Your features soften. “Yeah, I think I want to be.”

In three months, you’re married. It’s a real, proper wedding with both sides of the family there. Simon washes the sinew and blood from his hands and gets all dressed up. He’d pick his bloody apron over a suit any day, but the smile on your face when you see him down the aisle is enough to make getting all dolled up worth it.

Your grandmother dies a happy woman shortly after your wedding. She leaves you the house and well wishes for your future (and with the request to name her future great-grandchildren after her).

Marriage suits Simon. He leaves you for work each morning before the sun is up. You wake hours later to a cold bed yet a warm cup of coffee in the kitchen. He comes home at five o’clock on the dot with a pound of meat cut and ready to cook, which he does. It fills some caveman-basal part of him– the ability to provide for his wife, melting away his worries every time you sigh in delight at the taste of the meal he oh so lovingly set out for you.

Three days after your first anniversary, Simon comes home with a pamphlet. Her Royal Majesty's Armed Service. You laugh, tell him there’s no way he wants to enlist. He almost believes you, sounding so sure in your words. Maybe he is being ridiculous, but then he turns on the news and sees the chaos of the world and realizes that chopping meat wasn’t all he was meant for.

He sits you down again. This time you don’t laugh.

“You will not make me a widow, you understand?”

“Of course not.”

“Promise?”

“I promise, love.”

He enlists, joins the infantry, and you wonder if you made a mistake marrying that man. Then 30 weeks later, he comes back and you almost forget the heartache until he’s standing right in front of you, this time without a pound of meat and the smell of blood clinging to his skin.

He fucks you. You fuck him. It’s only natural after so long. He’s missed you. You’ve missed him. And you have plenty of frustration to get out.

It’s when you’re laying in bed, fingers trailing his abs– yes, abs, born out of the weeks of grueling work– that it strikes you how much this means for you. You squeeze what used to be the loving layer of pudge that circled his waist.

“You like it?” he asks, his smirk pressing against your head.

But the energy to lie doesn’t exist in you. You tell him no, that you miss the Simon that walked out of your door thirty weeks ago, that– sure –abs are nice but you liked the Simon with a little fat, that you didn’t want him to do this, that you didn’t want to have to waste away, alone and worrying about him.

Yelling ensues. You cry. Simon cries. You sleep in the guest room. Simon sleeps on the couch.

He’s a good soldier, you learn. Not from him of course, Simon’s too humble to brag about his achievements like that (plus, he’s afraid that his growing accolades would just remind you how you never wanted to marry a decorated soldier, you wanted to marry him). You always come to base to pick him up from deployments. Soldiers give you respectful nods and tell you how good of a sergeant your husband is.

You and Simon had a distinct separation between work and life. As soon as your car is through the base gates, not a word is spoken of his deployments. It always gets you in too much of a fit. So it was agreed upon: you didn’t have to hear about it.

Until one day, work shows up to your front door step. Simon’s on a deployment, and you’re finally unwinding after a long day of your own. As you begin to pour a glass of wine, there’s a clinical knock on the door.

Two men in uniform are on your porch. They hold their hats in their hands, as with solemn voices they try to explain it all to you. It’s strange– you don’t cry. They ask if you need anything and you simply say no. After all, what could they give you– Simon? You have a chuckle at that after you finally send the soldiers off.

You continue your normal routine: finish that second glass of wine, tidy up the house, and cook dinner. You burn your thumb on the cast iron pot. With your finger in your mouth to soothe the burn, you think to dial your grandmother’s number. If anybody needs to know about Simon, it’s her. Except, when you dial her number all you get is a robotic voice explaining that the number you are trying to reach is not available.

Oh, you realize, that’s right– nan’s dead!

You lose it on the kitchen floor. Your sobs are so loud, the neighbors come to check on you. They find you right there on the kitchen floor, dinner burning on the stove, and paperwork from the army on the counter.

People treat you like a widow after that. You don’t consider yourself one. It just doesn’t feel right. He left without a goodbye, and now you’re supposed to accept that he’s gone?

You’re a celebrity around town– poor Simon’s widow. You quit your job, the widow’s pension being enough to get you by for now. Simon’s old boss starts giving you cuts for free– not even the shitty ones. You get filet mignons from him, aged wines from neighbors, extra pastries from the bakery, and pitying stares from strangers.

In three years you went from a complete stranger to Simon Riley’s widow. Three years and that man tore your life apart. The six month mark is approaching. It’s funny, really. That’s twice the time it took for you two to get hitched.

There isn’t even a body to bury, only a plain gravestone with his name and dates. You don’t visit it. There’s no point. What’s there to mourn? Instead you dig a hole in your back garden. It isn’t very deep, and the garden’s long dead. You don’t dare touch the shovel, it had been Simon’s– used when you needed a hole dug for flowers or bushes. Instead the hole is dug with your bare hands, like a dog searching for something.

In the pathetic pit in that dead garden, you put your ring– the one Simon gave you, that his nan gave him –wrapped in his apron.

The backyard burial doesn’t make you feel better. It just puts dirt under your nails that won’t wash away no matter how hard you scrub at it.

You consider selling the house. That leads to another breakdown. You were supposed to raise your kids there– Simon’s kids. Nan wanted you and Simon to have that house. Now nan’s gone. Simon’s gone. But for some reason you’re left to wander the ruins.

Six months finally comes. People stopped giving you free shit by month three. It’s not like you ever wanted their gifts. It’d come to you with a smile and some bullshit about how we get it or we’re here for you. You laugh at the notion when you wake up on the six month anniversary of your fucking husband’s death alone and…

It’s not the anniversary. Not the real one, at least. It’s only been six months since those men showed up at your door, like the grim reaper dressed up for Queen Elizabeth. He had to have died some time before then.

You don’t even know when your husband died.

It has to be on the paperwork they gave you. Six months after however many days since your husband’s death, you tear apart your house. Every drawer is pulled out, every cabinet yanked open in the hopes that you can find the paperwork that has Simon RIley’s death date.

Not on the pension form.

Not on the letter from the crown.

Not on the invitation to the fucking widow’s club.

When the hell did he die?

You fall asleep in the wee hours of the morning, surrounded by every piece of paperwork you could locate. It’s still dark when you wake up, mind clouded with exhaustion. You almost fall back asleep right there on the floor, but when you let your head fall back down on the hardwood, you feel rhythmic vibrations travel through the wood to your cheek. Footsteps.

“Love?”

Only one man has ever called you that.

It’s like you lose the ability to speak. Any thought you could have dies on your tongue as two familiar arms wrap themselves around your waist, pulling you into a lap. He holds you on the floor, lets you cry it out until the sun comes up.

The first words to come out of your mouth: “You said you wouldn’t make me a widow.”

He holds you tighter, “And I didn’t.”

Simon doesn’t tell you what happened. All you know is that he had been taken, tortured, and somehow rescued. 

He looks different. He’s gots lots of scars now. They bother him, he covers up in long shirts and pants more often than not, no matter how much you tell him he doesn’t need to. He says that he doesn’t want to worry you with them.

It’s not the scars that worry you. Simon’s different. Whatever happened to him back there had made him needy. He doesn’t let you out of his sight. At night, you’re adhered to his side by an impossibly strong grip. He whispers in his sleep, don’t leave me, as though you could possibly escape his iron grip. Maybe needy isn’t the right word. Obsessive, more like.

He digs the ring up just like you did– all bare hands and fury. You don’t know how he found it– you never told him. You just wake up one morning to him pawing furiously at the ground. He pulls it out and presents it to you like a cat with a dead mouse. He puts the ring on your finger before even rinsing the dirt off.

In bed he consumes you. Where once sex was fun and playful, it now is a ritual, like Simon is claiming you. It’s enjoyable, yes, but overwhelming. You don’t think he blinks anymore. It’s like he’s worried you’re going to be ripped away from him, like every time is the last time.

Two months after he comes home, papers arrive for him in the mail. He’s being deployed again. You’re worried. It’s too soon. You can’t lose him again, and you tell him as much.

Simon placates your worries with a kiss on the head. As he pulls you into a hug, he utters, “Love, I crawled out of the grave for you once. You best bet I’ll do it again.”

Somehow, you don’t think he’s lying.

[thebisexualdogdad]

Wedding night - Lucy MacLean x Male!reader

You had been in love with Lucy MacLean for as long as you could remember and today was finally the day you got to marry her.

The courtyard was decorated for the wedding and you stood at the end of the aisle with Hank who was officiating, waiting for Lucy to make her grand entrance.

“Are you nervous?” Hank asks you, adjusting the tie of the tuxedo that was handed down to you.

“Not at all, I can't wait to be your daughter's husband,” you say.

“That's what I wanted to hear,” he chuckles.

The music starts and the door to the corridor rises, Lucy standing there in her wedding dress looking as beautiful as ever.

You say your I do's and proceed to celebrate with your family and friends over a meal then dancing for a bit before Lucy whispers in your ear, “take me to bed.”

You head to your newly prepared starter home unit that was ready to be christened by your first night together as a married couple.

She takes your suit jacket off as you stumble around the room, lips locked when her back hits the dining table.

You lift her up onto it and kiss along her neck, palming at her chest through her dress, “you are so beautiful Lucy, I am the luckiest man in all of vault 33 to get to be married to you.”

“You don't have to compliment me, we are already going to have sex,” she blushes.

“I am going to spend the rest of my life doing anything I have to make you happy,” you tell her.

“In that case, I would like if you went down on me,” she suggests with a grin.

You happily get down to your knees, carefully lifting her dress up so you could remove her underwear.

Your head disappears under the material of her dress and she moans at the first contact of your tongue on her.

She grips the edge of the table and throws her head back growing wetter as the minutes pass by.

Your skills at this had greatly improved since the first time you got together two years back and it didn't hurt that Lucy was very direct about what she wanted and enjoyed instructing you on how to pleasure her.

Her pleasure increases when you slip a finger inside her and then a second, pumping them steadily as you suck on her clit which soon brings her to her first orgasm of the night.

When her climax subsides she taps on your shoulder, “alright Y/N take your clothes off and let's go to the bed I want to be on top now.”

You re-emerge from under her dress and wipe away her arousal off your chin before taking your white button up shirt off.

Lucy bites her lip watching you undress, no matter how many times she saw you naked it always gave her butterflies.

When you are completely naked she hops off the table, guiding you over to your new bed and letting you get comfortable amongst the pillows before climbing on top of you.

She pulls the dress out of the way and let's you guide your cock inside her, moaning loudly again.

“Does that feel good Lucy?” You ask, taking hold of her hips, loving the sight of her on top of you in her wedding dress.

“So good,” she sighs, beginning to bounce in your lap.

She grabs onto the headboard of the bed for stability, riding you vigorously.

“Holy moly,” she gasps when you begin thrusting your hips upwards into her making her eyes roll back.

It's a good thing the walls were made of steel because she was moaning so loudly the entire vault would be hearing her otherwise.

“Are you going to finish again?” You ask her.

“Yes, gosh yes,” she cries, hitting her second orgasm so intense it makes her entire body spasm.

You slow down your movements letting her ride out the last of her high until her body stills.

“Can I finish inside you?” You ask as she starts to catch her breath.

“Well we are married now,” she laughs.

You smile and start thrusting your hips again, feeling your own climax quickly approaching and within another minute you're moaning her name, cumming inside her.

“Wow that was amazing,” she smiles down at you, pushing her now messed up hair out of her face, “you've gotten really good at sex.”

“Thanks,” you reply proudly, “want to do it again? Stephanie snuck us a bottle of whipped cream from the kitchen, she says I'm supposed to put it on your body and lick it off.”

“That sounds wonderful,” Lucy says cheerfully but as she's getting off of you so you could get the whipped cream from the fridge you hear what sounds like gunshots coming from the courtyard.

“What was that?” You two say simultaneously.

[w2soneshots]

Brother’s best mate -W2S

words: 0.8k+

warnings: smut, swearing, alcohol consumption.

summary: you and harry meet through your brother ethan. After a night spent with the side girls you crawl into bed with your favourite guernsey boy.

notes: I haven’t written anything like this in ages!🤭 hope you enjoy🔥🫶🏼

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y/username: spending time with my favourite people💞 (even if it's on a golf course😒😂)

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Last year I moved to London to be closer to Ethan when Faith fell pregnant, to help her and to spend more time with the both of them. I also bought an apartment so I'm just a 20 minute drive from them. I finally met the sidemen at the gender reveal. I'd never actually been introduced to them before, which was weird because they are basically the reason Ethan has a career and they helped him so much a few years ago when he was in a really dark place. Me and Harry didn't immediately hit it off, don't get me wrong I thought he was attractive but he's also very awkward and was wary that I'm his best mates sister.

After almost five months of being friends with the group, going to little parties or just hanging out with them me and Harry kissed. I knew it was bound to happen since we had both quickly developed a large crush on each other but after it had happened we'd decided not to tell anyone (especially Ethan) before we knew we were actually good together. It took just one month before we were officially dating and decided it was the time to tell everyone. Of course we told Ethan first, he was shocked but (to our surprise) happy that his best mate and sister were dating. Everyone else was so excited.

We've now been together for 6 months and only told the fans recently. Today I'm going to dinner with: Talia, Faith and Freya for Talia's birthday. Harry had a more sidemen shoot today so wouldn't get home until six. I had a shower, dried and styled my hair, applied some makeup then chose an outfit. I was on my way out just as Harry arrived back. "Wow," He glanced down at my outfit before returning his attention to my face "you look beautiful." I smiled "thank you Haz, I'll be home by ten." "You better be, I can't wait to rip those clothes off."

I arrived outside of the restaurant, thanked the uber driver then spotted Talia getting out of another car. I quickly walked towards her "happy birthday!" We excitedly hugged each other. "Thank you! Freya's already inside." She beamed. "Ok. I think Faith's running a little bit late, let's just go inside." I replied. We headed into the fancy restaurant and were taken to our table where Freya already sat. When she spotted us she immediately leapt from her seat. She said happy birthday to Talia then we all sat down. Faith arrived a few minutes later and we ordered our drinks.

After eating our starters, mains and desserts me Freya and Faith split the bill (not before trying to convince Talia to let us treat her for her birthday). Thankfully I had only had two drinks so I was just a little tipsy. We left then ordered a taxi. Freya was dropped off first then Talia and I was third. I said goodbye to Faith then hopped out.

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y/username: my girl @taliamar 's birthday dinner with @freyanightingale and @faithloisak 🤍💫

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When I got up to mine and Harry's apartment I unlocked the door, opened it, kicked my shoes off and dropped my bag. "Haz?!" I shouted through the apartment. I walked through into the bedroom, Harry sat waiting patiently for me "Hey." My mouth curved into a smile "hi." I jumped onto the bed next to him. "Have fun?" He asked. "Mhm" I hummed.

I turned to him and pecked his lips. The kiss deepened, he grabbed the back of my thighs and pulled me onto his lap. I reached my hands down to the belt wrapped around my waist, I pulled it off and threw it to the floor. I moved Harry's hands from the back of my thighs to my ass. He groaned into the kiss then rushed to pull the zipper down on my dress, then he pulled it off and over my head, leaving me in just my matching black lace bra and underwear set. Harry broke the kiss to look down at me "you're so fucking beautiful." He rasped. I pulled his shirt over his head, followed by his pyjama pants. While Harry unclipped my bra, allowing the straps to fall from my shoulders.

Within just a few minutes we were both completely naked. Harry flipped me onto my back. I whimpered as I rubbed my thighs together, desperate for any sort of friction. "Harry, please." I cried out. "What do you want baby? Use your words." "I need you to fuck me."

[niqhtlord01]

Humans are weird: MMO’s

Alien: What do these letters mean? Human: “Massively Multiplayer Online Game” Alien: Shouldn’t there be a “G” in there as well then? Human: Then it would be “MMOG”, and that sounds silly when said out loud. Alien: *Looks sad* Human: Oh Christ your name is Mmog, isn’t it? ---------------------------

Alien: So this game is about the star wars religious fanatics fighting each other? Human: Pretty much. Alien: You would think the rest of the galaxy would have united and wiped them all out by now since it looks like the majority of conflicts are started by one side or the other. Human: Pretty hard to stamp them out when they can crush your windpipe from half a star system away. ----------------------------

Alien: So evil triangles fighting good spheres? Human: Pretty much. Alien: That doesn’t sound exciting. Human: It was before they put up a paywall around everything believe it or not. Alien: How so? Human: Well for one thing you got to punch an ancient worm god the size of a skyscraper in the face on Mars. Alien: Wow, that does sound like fun. -------------------------------

Alien: Friend human, I wish to start a fight but I don’t know hard. Human: Oh that’s easy. Human: Walk into any of those blue cities and shout in chat “Sylvanas did nothing wrong!”. Alien: Thanks. *An hour passes* Human: How’s it going? Alien: I’m not sure how but I may have started an in-game race war. Human: Ah; classic indeed. ---------------------------------

Alien: So this one is about flying around the universe and raiding people? Human: Yup. Alien: Isn’t that what we do now though? Human: Well when it came out it was depicting the future so it was more exciting. Alien: I’ll say. Alien: For being supposedly dangerous I’ve seen waiting lines at amusement parks on Florp III that were more harrowing. Human: They never did find that little girl waiting for the teacup ride. -------------------

Alien: Why are there fire pits everywhere?!?! Alien: There are not enough players to need so many. Human: you just don’t understand. Alien: Understand what? Human: You always need to leave a trail of fire pits behind you as you go in this game. Alien: Why? Human: *Points behind alien character to see angry band of players dodging way through fire pits trying to attack them* ---------------------

Alien: I don’t like this one. Human: Really? Human: You loved the two previous entries. Alien: Those were both offline games and this one isn’t. Alien: Plus it has a really annoying feature I hate. Human: Which is? Alien: Having to interact with other players to complete missions. -------------------

Human: They called this one a wow killer. Alien: How’d this get a name like that? Human: Well for starters they invested in decent writers. ------------------

Human: I heard that one is rather good. Alien: I guess. Human: You sound disappointed. Alien: Well I’ve yet to come across this black desert the title speaks of and I’m starting to get upset. -------------------

Alien: All I wanted to do was mine asteroids!!! Human: Yeah, but you did it in their territory. Alien: This is government controlled systems! Alien: Nothing is player controlled!!! Human: Probably explains why they are swarming you with cheap ships. Alien: Why!?!? Human: They’re probably hoping they can take you out before concord floods the system and wipes them all out. Alien: That’s crazy! Alien: They’d waste dozens of ships just to take out my lone miner? Human: Let me tell you about a little group called “Goonswarm”. ----------------------------

Alien: So everything is player created in this world? Human: For the economy at least.  Alien: That would explain a few things. Human: Like why there is super inflation for a bundle of wood? Alien: More so why every sword for sale is called a variation of “Buttsmasher”

[docholligay]

Oh that's why I was clowning on myself for 'falling for it" and saying "I think roy is easy to like" and then having the audacity to be shocked that people like him. But to be honest I had no fucking clue! None! The only person I had ever seen in passing was Ed and I could not have told you his name.

I don't know what fanon says about them though I can guess at least one aspect of them and that I know I do not like. I don't get too salty about canon v fanon in my old age, for starters.

*PLEASE SEE NOTE BELOW SINCE I REREAD THIS*

But also I kind of don't care. It's one of those things where I feel very "Your boo means nothing, I've seen what makes you cheer" for me. I have had, by and large, very negative interactions with the FMA fandom before I started doing this liveblog. I got a really fascinating barrage of abuse around I think it was episode one or two, which I did as a one off years ago. I had the largest and most sophisticated cheating ever around FMA for Eight Days of Content. It was actually for a very long time banned from even commission. I wouldn't do it. It wasn't until @automatuck9 came along and basically ran the long con of "See how normal I am how good my book recs are how I regularly engage with adult stuff but also I love FMA by the way your hair looks terrific" and I was like, 'We'll give it a shot."

So I have basically no interest in what fandom has to say about them, because for me I'm coming to everything with my own frame and understanding of the world and I'm not interested in regurgitating the most palatable version of how you're 'supposed' to take this show for the most people. If everyone wants to mama bird pass the best takes to each other for the rest of eternity that's fine by me.

To take a step the fuck back because jesus christ holligay, one of the hopes I have had for doing this show is to sort of get this bad taste out of my mouth re: the fandom. The loudest members of something are not a good representative of the whole. And I think this is something that's starting to prove true MOSTLY. For starters, there are a whole bunch of very nice followers I have that it turns also liked FMA ahaha. And then a couple new people have started to show up that are also cool. So, I'm hoping to come away with, if nothing else, a more positive view.

WOW SORRY ABOUT ALL THAT THIS WENT DOWN A ROAD. Tl;dr, whatever fandom says is fine and can't hurt me.

I love nothing to be simple and for everything to be worse ahaha. "Everyone sucks here" is my absolute favorite position for fiction. I was not joking when I said I think I would like Ed more if he just told Roy to fucking kill himself ahahah. I wish Al were as passive aggressive as he occasionally comes off as being. I PERSONALLY find that I can like a character more when they are a person you are allowed to dislike.

And I too am absolutely a human person and get stuck in ruts and have dynamics I like and can fall into. I'm not here to play, "my read is the only valid read ever" I'm too old for that. But yeah! Like, a domestic couple is the most boring take on something that is more akin to two shattered fucking plates someone made a mosaic out of. Separate things that are also one. Only made possible because something broke. I just do not think that romance is the most fun you can have here. Love, sure, I guess. I'd call it that. In the way a vine and a rotting fence love each other. But hearts and flowers? Pledges of adoration? Hm. Do what thou wilt but it's not for me.

I mean if you want a boring couple I presume Ed and Winry will be right there.

*Eta: This all ended up coming off a little more chip on my shoulder than I realized initially. I am apparently still mad about this. Which was interesting to learn about myself, especially since I don't feel mad at the show when I watch it. Hm. Sorry this is so aggressive. I'm not going to say, "I don't mean it" because I clearly do but I recognize that I'm coming out of the gate hot here

[anime-rambles]

Runs in the family

Pairing: Denki x Aizawas!Daughter

Warnings: NONE

Word Count: 650+

A/N: Firs time writing our favourite sparkplug, how'd I do? Tiff <3

Summary: You felt it was time to introduce your long term boyfriend, Denki, to your dads. What you didn’t expect was for him to be so nervous.

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You felt it was time to introduce your long term boyfriend, Denki, to your dads. What you didn’t expect was for him to be so nervous.

“Babe, you need to breathe, it’s just a coffee.” You rub Denki’s arm, but pull back from the electric shock he unknowingly gives you. “I can’t, I’ve never met a girlfriend's parents before and you hardly speak about them, so I have no idea what to expect.” 

“Well for starters I can promise you will get along with Papa Hizashi, you both have that high energy glow. Dad on the other hand.” You rub the back of your neck and laugh. Denki stops walking and looks at you. “See, that's the thing, You’ve told me nothing about them, only that one of your dads is named Hizashi, and apparently both heroes, whom I know nothing about. how am I to give them the good old Kaminari charm, if I don’t know what to go on.” 

“It’ll be okay, trust me, look ahead” You say back to him, and point to the direction of the two men standing ahead outside the coffee shop, leaning up against a wall. Denki’s eyes flick to where you are pointing. 

“Mister Aizawa and Mister Yamada, what are they doing here?” Denki says and runs up to the two teachers. You stare at your boyfriend in disbelief but follow on after him. 

Walking over, you can hear Hizashi and Denki already in deep conversation. Happily you walk into Shouta’s open arms and look up at him after he kisses your head. “How are you doing squirt.” He asks, “I’m good, just in disbelief.” 

“So what are you doing here today young Kaminari?” Hizashi askes the fellow blonde.

“Oh I’m here with my girlfriend meeting her parents, how about you.” Denki say’s proudly.

“Wow, no way. I didn’t know you had a girlfriend, did you Shouta? I’m actually doing something very similar” Hizashi asks, Shouta dropped an arm over your shoulder and you placed a hand on your hip. Before Shouta had a chance to reply, Denki already butted in. “NO WAY YAMADA, YOUR MEETING YOUR GIRLFRIEND'S PARENTS TOO.”

Your mouth dropped open, staring at your boyfriend in disbelief. Did he really not pick up on the fact that Shouta and Hizashi are married? You were to belief that all of U.A knew that, you being their daughter not so much. “Hold on there sparky, I’m married and I’m here to meet my dau-” 

“YOU'RE MARRIED, Y/N DID YOU KNOW THIS.” Denki cutted in and quickly looked at you but didn’t linger too much to notice Shouta’s arm around you. 

“Yes, I am married and even have a kid. Enough about me, tell me about your girlfriend.” Hizashi continues. 

“Y/N, I am truly impressed, you sure know how to pick them?” You look up at Shouta and roll your eyes. You simply can’t believe that neither Denki or Hizashi have picked up on what is currently going on. 

“YOU’RE DATING Y/N.”   

“YOUR DAUGHTER IS Y/N"

The blondes say at the same time and turn to you both in disbelief. You look up at Shouta again. 

“Well, what can I say, liking dumb blondes must run in the family.” Shouta laughs and turns to his husband. “Yes Hizashi, you’ve known she was dating Denki.”

“yeah , she was dating a Denki, NOT THIS DENKI.” Hizashi shouts, leaving his jaw hanging. Shouta walks to him,closes his mouth with his finger, and leaves a kiss on it. Denki just watches the two and he quickly marches over to you. 

“YOU COULD’VE TOLD ME YOUR DADS WERE ERASERHEAD AND PRESENT MIC.” He whisper shouts at you, looking over his shoulder to the hero’s and smiles at them, turning back to you. 

“Yeah, but where's the fun in that.” You say playfully and kiss his cheek, taking his hand in yours and pulling it over to your dads. 

[saveahorserideaneddie]

Long time no see…

wow it’s been a while…

for starters: i just want to say thank you to @lenaboskow and @mazzystar24

the two of you have stuck by me through the whole rollercoaster that has been my break from tumblr and i don’t think i would have wver come back if it wasn’t for the two of you, so thank you both for being such amazing, talented, beautiful, gorgeous friends to me through it all ❤️

and to those who have sent me kind asks/messages while i’ve been gone, thank you all for the kind words of support and encouragement as well- you are each appreciated so deeply and i can’t thank you enough!

so… a few things have happened while I’ve been gone

the first of which being my 22nd birthday in october which thankfully was spent with AC and a hot shower after having been without power for 12 days in the aftermath of Hurricane Helene; despite the inconvenience of having no power or water in those 12 days, i was still immensely lucky to have been safe and received no damage to my home unlike countless others who unfortunately are still recovering from the storm.

the other major-ish life update from my time away:

i adopted a puppy!!!

in early october (in fact, while we were still without power), I adopted this precious little girl (called ellie) from my local humane society.

she was around 3 months old when i adopted her, and in the beginning of January, she turned 6 months.

she has been a massive help in managing my anxiety and depression, keeping me company and giving me something to love and care for, and in the few months i have had her, she’s already wrapped me around her paw

i could not have asked for a better fur baby than her ❤️ she is probably the best thing that happened to me in 2024, and I cannot wait to see all the adventures life takes her on.

In other news; I’m back!

I had made the decision a few months ago to step away from tumblr as the landscape leading up to the s8 premiere of 9-1-1 was immensely difficult and taxing on my mental health, and I realized that it wasnt healthy to feel the way I so strongly did about the show or the fandom, and I needed to take a step back, alter the way i approached the show and fandom, and refocus on other things.

one of those things was refocusing on my job. shortly before i took a break, i had started a new job and was still very much in the training phase when i made the decision to take a break from tumblr. since then, i have been focusing on establishing myself as a reliable hardworking employee at my job, and i’ve also been focusing on the future;

i currently plan to take a flight attendant training course to become certified, and eventually find work with an airline.

because of this, 9-1-1 and the fandom have taken a back seat to more important things.

that being said, i still watched the entirety of 8a (not live, but a few days after airing once i had the chance to grill sarah and addie about what happened each episode- i have a lot of opinions on how things have gone and seem to be going but now is not the time nor place for that). i have still posted the occasional fic on ao3, and i am still working on my various wips as i am able to

i eventually realized how much i truly did miss being a part of the fandom, and have made the choice to come back, but going forward, i’m going to be doing things differently:

1. i will not be engaging in speculation or anything of that nature about future episodes- all it does is give me anxiety that manifests through frustration and i don’t want to continue feeding into that

2. i am going go be returning to my original philosophy of “the block and delete buttons are my friends.” in the last few weeks before my break, i found myself engaging more and more with toxic fans rather than just blocking them or deleting their replies to my posts- that won’t be happening anymore: if you come on my page being toxic or rude, you will be blocked and ignored because i do not have time for that shit

3. i want to branch out to other fandoms- this will remain a 9-1-1 blog first and foremost, and the majority of what i post will be related to 9-1-1, but i will also occasionally make posts about other fandoms/media that i have an interest in

4. most of what i post will either be fic related, headcanon related, or memes. as stated above, i do not have a healthy relationship with spec, and therefore i am not going to foster that by actively involving myself in it.

all that said, i’m really gald to be back, and i’m looking forward to being involved again! i hope everyone who stuck to the end of this long ass re-introduction post is having a wonderful morning, afternoon, or evening wherever you are in the world <3

[starversresource]

rp sentence starters || part one of assorted quotes from disney's mobile game Twisted Wonderland. taken from main story content, vignettes & various events. some quotes edited for general usage. CW: food mentions.

"to what do i owe the, ah, let's say 'pleasure' of this mass imposition?"

"you said they were 'skirting the rules', which means they're still legal."

"the way you judge based on appearance alone is so adorably juvenile."

"i'm not sure you're even suitable to be a foil, but i won't stand in your way."

"it's not nice to stalk people, y'know."

"now, my condition for letting you have the strawberries is..."

"because people with power beyond conventional norms inspire fear."

"is it so odd? i find the dark brings me solace, so i enjoy taking the occasional stroll after hours."

"all that for just brushing teeth!?"

"YOU GLOB OF GUTTER TRASH! Where do you get off!?"

"i had no idea you were such a baller."

"though of course, the world is full of people who tell themselves they are giving one hundred percent despite all evidence to the contrary."

"pardon? i cannot fathom why you're holding your hand out so expectantly."

"agh! watch the eardrums, man! you get an idea or something?"

"will you put that bowl down!? i'm begging you, stop running around with it!"

"it clearly ain't nothin'. you keep smirkin' at me."

"do not 'mrrrooow' me. get down this instant!"

"ignore this chef's nonsense. follow your heart and keep spreading the wings of your imagination!"

"please refrain from talking to me when i've got a knife in my hands."

"bottom-tier for even starting equipment, but it'll have to do!"

"that was rather challenging. i would've had an easier time breaking rocks."

"so spare me the tantrum, okay? sheesh!"

"'profound'? that's laying it on a little thick."

"seriously, can you stop being so morbid?"

"you haven't even gotten past the table of contents yet!?"

"you'd just trip his immune program and get a blast of high-power energy to the face."

"no matter what anyone says, he'll defy all logic and find a way to not only spout impractical platitudes, but mean them!"

"you want me to game with these grinning goofs!?"

"and finally, what are you doing with your hair? is that supposed to be stylish?"

"why else? money."

"is there anything in the world more important than being cute? i say there isn't!"

"uh, no? why would i pretend to be someone i'm not for other people?"

"ridiculous. screaming like that is my specialty."

"SILENCE! i shall not settle down!"

"but i fail to see how this little one resembles me."

"to think that a mere smartphone stood between me and participation in a group gathering..."

"i refuse to be outpaced by a peanut. i'm going to catch it."

"i hear noises behind me... AH!"

"if you insist on gifting him spices, there will be consequences to that choice. consequences for me. and consequences for the both of you."

"urgh, why is this happening to me? i never should've gone outside..."

"oh! i think i found a loophole! am i a genius or what!?"

"if you're doing that, i wanna blow up the whole building with beam fire!"

"wow, it's like a race to the bottom to see which of you can be more boring."

"the brute-force approach!"

"without you, it's just going to be me and two pieces of dead weight. i can't possibly fight in those conditions!"

"the incident was, in truth, a tragedy born of passion."

"rest in peace. i'll never forget you."

"i only accepted this job because he said i'd get phat loot for it."

"none whatsoever, bricks-for-brains!"

"group calisthenics!"

"i barely interact with him, TBH."

"also, what's 'on blast' mean?"

"i don't give a flying fish what happens next!"

"if you use fire with all this cloth around, everything's going to go up in flames!"

"aww. flattery will get you everywhere!"

"nothing wrong with getting out of my room to play outdoors on occasion. it's 'touching grass,' as they say!"

"are you kidding? your sole brain cell must still be asleep."

"what is this strange creature? it looks like a hairless monkey."

"whaaat? sorry, can't hear you, man! hair dryer go brrrr!"

"fantastic! my squirshie is good as new!"

"me? cooking? please, i would never."

"you're not going to throw me through there, are you? NOOO, STOOOP!"

"so people will just deny reality if it doesn't match some ideal they've conjured up in their minds? that's absurd."

"all those options, and you chose ketchup?"

"ooh, there was this one time i overslept, so i parkour'd into class through the window."

"you dissin' me!?"

"gotta give 'em a little razzle-dazzle, aaand... up they go!"

"just how many spares do you HAVE? did you rob a dentist!?"

"but now i'm stuck with two people who are struggling to climb a few steps. perhaps i've made an error."

"no. i just noticed you're giving off a delicious, appley aroma."

"i believe we've been over this multiple times. you are NOT to dredge up the forbidden lore!"

"it was the cringiest thing i've seen. i'm still not over it."

"that's right: SHAWARMA!"

"hey, is it that exciting to pick out shoes?"

"you called me 'normal' before, and that's exactly what i am."

[oneforblu]

i just finished watching vinland saga s1 and all i can say is WOW. for starters, this season was so well done; i was hooked from the first episode. the overall theme of war and violence was so well written. as it was stated by askeladd, before it was the danes causing destruction, it was the saxons and others before them. violence is a vicious cycle that, unfortunately, causes its victims, thorfinn in this case, to become just as violent or even more so than their perpetrators.

askeladd's last words perfectly emphasize how lost in revenge thorfinn was. while all the characters in the story move forward to achieve their goals (canute, askeladd, and thorkell), thorfinn is always stuck in his revenge plan. he goes along with whatever askeladd says to have the chance to duel and kill him, but that's all there is. thorfinn has been fixated on revenge for 10 years. everything he has done has been for the sake of killing askeladd. compared to canute who was much like the 6 year old naive, innocent thorfinn, he didn't stay in one place emotionally. after ragnar died, it didn't take long for canute to grow from his loss and search for a purpose in his life. however, thorfinn can not seem to let go. so when canute kills askeladd, all thorfinn can do is scream, beg, cry, and yell. his entire life's purpose is dying in front of him, and there's nothing he can do about it.

the look of despair on his face makes my heart break. despite his hatred for askeladd, the two had a genuine fondness. after all, throughout these 10 years, thorfinn had decided to stick beside askeladd in hopes of completing his revenge. thorfinn's one reason for living, his reason for never going back home, was to kill the man that murdered his father. now he's lost his one true purpose. thorfinn never thought beyond his revenge, almost like he had planned to live that way to the end. who could blame him? he was a child when he started seeking vengeance, and he's still a child now. being able to kill people doesn't change that fact. everything thorfinn has known for the past decade is now gone in the blink of an eye. what else does thorfinn have to live for?

"be a true warrior…son of thors”

this line, in particular, made me so emotional. out of all the last words to have for thorfinn, he chose these ones in particular. it shows the amount of respect he has for thors as a warrior and how he believes in thorfinn's capabilities. under different circumstances, i'm positive that thorfinn could have looked up to askeladd and developed a proper bond.

there's so much room for thorfinn's character to grow. with no sense of direction or purpose, it leaves room for many opportunities to develop his character so much more. although i'm sure there will be many challenges for him, i'm very excited to see where he ends up at the end of next season.

[yawping-poets-society]

The Outsiders Musical Pt. 2: Notes on the Cast

for a master post of all of my posts about my outsiders experience, click here. i recommend looking at this before reading the individual posts!

note: i might come back and add some things to this, but i wanted to get it posted while the stuff i wrote about dally's actor(s) was still technically accurate. only two days left until alex joseph gray's debut!! yay!! read on for my thoughts about the outsiders cast! (cast member names and characters are in bold to make it easier to skim, as this post is really fucking long)

edit: i doubt anyone is coming to this post for information, but alex joseph grayson’s debut has been pushed back to march seventh. daryl tofa will play dally all of this week. yay for daryl!! (not changing the original text, just putting this info here so everyone sees it)

okay!! for starters: i saw 4 understudies. 

Trevor Wayne played Ponyboy instead of Brody Grant. I was a bit bummed about this at first but he was very good!! Everyone please pour one out for the teenager in the center front row wearing an “I ♥️ Brody Grant” t-shirt. Trevor did give them a copy of the book during the final number (this happens every show) and my only thought was “Thank god.” because like. I would’ve crashed out if that was me. Poor kid. I hope they had a good night.

Daryl Tofa played Dally instead of Joshua Boone, because Joshua Boone actually left the show on January 26th of this year. I'm not gonna lie, I was kinda upset when I saw this as we walked in (I did not know he had left until a couple days [and a tiktok deep dive] later). I’d been really looking forward to seeing Joshua Boone who I think did a fantastic job as Dally. However!!! Daryl Tofa was phenomenal. He usually plays Two-Bit so I had no idea about how he would pull this off, but zero complaints here!! More on his performance later. (side note: i believe several actors are rotating filling the part depending on availability, who else is out, etc., until February 28th, when Alex Joseph Gray will take over. However, anyone who gets to see Daryl Tofa play him should feel lucky! He is, again, really truly wonderful). 

And Two-Bit was played by Henry Julián Gendron instead of Daryl Tofa and Steve was played by Ryo Kambayashi instead of Renni Anthony Magee. These weren’t very noticeable changes imho, and as with all of these actors, i wouldn’t have been able to guess they weren’t principles if i hadn’t known.

Everyone involved with the show is incredible, and I was happy to have seen understudies, as it really makes the experience unique! I wasn’t sure how I felt at first, as this will very likely be my only time seeing the show, at least on Broadway, but as soon as Trevi walked up the aisle and hopped on stage, I bought in. At the end of the day, I was there to see The Outsiders, not Brody Grant (Again, pour one out for that kid). And the show was wonderful.

With that out of the way, let’s get into it!

My favorite performance of the show was Brent Comer as Darrel Curtis. This came as a surprise to me, but the more attention I paid to him, the more wowed I was. The strength of his voice and his ability to project were pretty much unmatched by the rest of the cast. His voice also had a really rich quality to it that I personally enjoyed, mostly just because of his low range. There's such an openess to it, if that makes any sense.

Darrel hasn’t ever been my favorite character before (I’ve been a Dally fan since day one), but I left this show wondering why that was. Perhaps because the musical gives us more one-on-one time with him, more of the story from his perspective,  I found myself really connecting with him in a way I hadn’t before. He really is stuck with nowhere left to go, and though he does put up a tough front for the most part, we get to see this facade peel away somewhat–especially when Pony is at the church, and Darry is alone with Sodapop.

In the song “Throwing in the Towel,” all of his resentment and frustration from earlier in the show fall away to reveal what it was really all about in the first place–he cares and worries about his little brothers, who he now is essentially raising. And oh, my goodness, Brent Comer just plays it so well. The heartbreak and utter defeat that he’s feeling are so evident. Also worth mentioning–in that song and in the following number, “Soda’s Letter,” there are some three-part Curtis brother harmonies that are pretty cool on the cast album, but utterly mind-blowing live. I wish I could remember exactly how they sang it, but alas, the excitement overrides everything. It was really magical, and I do know for certain that Brent Comer absolutely soared. I think he did some kind of opt-down? God I don’t even know, it was just so fucking amazing.

Additionally, in a scene towards the end including all three Curtis brothers, Darry and Soda are sitting at the dining table, and Pony comes out of his room to join them. He asks to eat dinner, and it’s been stated before that he’s barely eaten in weeks. When Soda asks what Pony was writing, etc. etc, they reach a point where Soda asks if he will be in the story, Pony says Darry might be too. Darry says, “Oh, great. Just make sure to give me fantastic hair.” and he is visibly crying. I think this starts around when Pony asks for food, but I’m not quite sure. Regardless, it is so emotional, and communicates so much about how much Darry cares about his brothers.

So yes! Yay for Brent Comer!

Trevi Wayne’s Ponyboy was so funny. Like, I’m not sure how Brody or anyone else plays him, but he had so many line deliveries that really drove home that he was a fourteen year old boy. 

Standouts were: 

Him and Johnny sizing each other up, and swaggering very slowly over to Cherry and Marcia at the drive-in

His A++ delivery of, after Cherry tells Pony not to take it personally if she doesn’t say hi to him, “I’m not gonna lie, that didn’t make me feel too hot.” This actually got some of the most laughs of anything in the entire show, and deservingly

His and Johnny’s exchange in the church, after Johnny has dyed Pony’s hair. Pony asks, so abruptly, it’s like he’d been fighting it back and couldn’t, if he looks like Julie Andrews. Johnny says no, he looks more like Burt Lancaster in Elmer Gantry. Ponyboy replies, “Burt Lancaster’s a sissy! And Elmer Gantry is a terrible movie!” And when I tell you Trevi absolutely delivered the annoyance, indignation, and distress that a fourteen year old boy would feel in this situation, I really mean it. Johnny, rather helplessly, offers up, “Paul Newman, then.” Pony pauses, looks at Johnny like he doesn’t quite believe him, and then, mood instantly lifted, says: “...no shit?” Maybe this doesn’t sound funny reading it like this. I PROMISE you, it was so fucking funny live. I loved it.

He just really seems like a kid, it was wonderful and he was great. He also has a lot of vulnerability, especially in scenes where he’s narrating, such as right before the church fire, and when we see Dally’s death, which further drives home just how young Pony is. He had so much sorrow, it was really remarkable. And of course his singing voice is amazing.

Moving on to Daryl Tofa, the man that he is… Like Trevi with Ponyboy, Daryl plays Dallas very young, very playful at times. I loved this decision!! He’s just so so good and I don’t actually know what else to say hmm… His scene with Johnny (new for the show) before the drive-in was INCREDIBLE. He doesn’t push Johnny, he’s careful with him, his delivery of “I’ve got a hershey bar” and him dangling it in front of Johnny was maybe the most adorable thing that happened all show. His whole relationship with Johnny and Pony, actually! The protectiveness and love he feels for them is so evident.

Also! Daryl’s version of - “Little Brother”. I don’t know if other actors do this, or if he does this every time, but he screamed “does anybody care” before returning to singing “when a greaser disappears.” This already hits hard in the cast album, and I was in no way prepared for this delivery of it. I’m pretty sure I jumped, and it echoed around the theater in the craziest way. I started crying right then, it was so powerful.

Dally's death scene, also? Heartbreaking. Devastating in every way. How he dug his feet in just as Pony said maybe he did, but how he eventually winced and curled in on himself, bracing for impact. I'm not crying you are.

Short(er) notes on other cast members, in no particular order:

Jason Schmidt🩷 ❤🧡💛💚💙💜 and yeah that’s mostly what I have to say. I love him, he plays Sodapop equal parts hilarious and tender, and brings all the necessary nuance to his character. His singing voice? You’ll never believe it, it’s also great. I love the roundness of it, I love how much energy he puts into every single note of every song. “544 FUCKING PAGES?” iconic. King shit. The way he comforts Darry in “Throwing in the Towel”....don’t even. Oughhhh Curtis brothers save me…save me Curtis brothers. Sorry this is so incoherent, I just think he’s neat.

Emma Pittman was Cherry Valance and goodness, does anyone exist more perfect for the role? Her voice is crystal clear. She’s strong when she needs to be, but also gentle and sensitive. She holds herself with such poise and grace, just like you would imagine a Soc girl would. In the scene where she brings Johnny’s things to the Curtis house, the way she talks about the sunset, in an effort to get a response from Ponyboy, is just heartbreaking. Incredible. Her inner conflict is clear and I loved her.

Sky Lakota Lynch is Johnny Cade and I do feel like a lot of what I like about Trevi goes for him as well, but a couple other notes; his constant anxious fidgeting is such a great touch for Johnny’s character. He’s always moving, until after the fire, when he’s so horribly still. Plays Johnny very young, and he and Trevi had great chemistry, for lack of a better word. He’s such an incredible, emotional performer. Lowkey he should’ve won that tony but anyway…

Dan Berry was Paul, he was great and would’ve been even better if he’d kissed Darry instead of punching him, but nobody’s perfect.

Kevin William Paul plays Bob and the cop in acts one and two respectively. Frankly I almost laughed out loud at “Eat shit, Marcia,” and I would have if I wasn’t lowkey scared of him. He’s intimidating, both as Bob and as the cop. In “Justice for Tulsa”, when the cop is interrogating Dally? Yeah, that was genuinely frightening.

Melody Rose as Beverly–Speaking of things that were scary, Beverly burning Two-Bit with her cigarette during “Justice for Tulsa” was also just plain upsetting. Melody Rose does it with such sass I honestly can’t be anything but impressed. Go girl go!

Marcia was SarahGrace Mariani, who was very funny in the drive-in scene, but also shows real grit in standing up to Bob. It was really sad to see her not side with Cherry in the end of the split among the Socs. Also, the costume eats? Yeahhhh

Henry Julián Gendron as Two-Bit! Funny as hell, I wish I remembered more about his performance, especially his “Hoods Turned Heros”.  Argh oh well.

Tilly Evans-Krueger’s Ace saying “You wish” lives rent-free in my head. You wish you were as cool as her. What are she and Two-Bit doing under that bench at the drive-in?

Ryo Kamibayashi as Steve was great! He does not do too too much if we’re being so real, but like! He’s still great! It’s the little things, like how devastated he looks after Johnny dies, that really make his performance sing.

Okay, I think I hit everyone I really wanted to! Overall, the whole cast is fantastic!! Every single person is so talented, and they all make the show what it is.

[buskingalbatross]

presenting my personal favorite five minutes of dan and phil live on stereo.

featuring heartthrob boys cannibalism the short story by daniel howell, and a truly fascinating discussion of the merits of a restaurant first date. [bubblewrap boys - full stereo live on youtube]

🎷🐟transcript below 🐟🎷

P: Dan, you are the winner of Heartthrob!

D: Yes!

P: Because I got one wrong.

D: With my winnings, and my knowledge of who's gonna date who and everything, I am gonna choose to free the boys from the pipe! Be freeee –

P: [laughing] Yeah! Yeeee, yeee –

D: Run, Jim, run! Neil! Frankie, you're the fastest you've gone to the gym. Phil doesn't run –

P: [laughing]

D: – he won't catch you! Oh my god, wait, Jim's cycling away, he's gonna make it – oh no! He fell off! Jim fell off the bike!!!! He broke his leg. Phil's coming –

P: Oh my god.

D: – oh my god, Phil is crawling up the stairs on all fours backwards with his head tilted back –

P: [laughing]

D: No, Jim!! No, he's [noises of cannibalism occurring] oh my god: he ate him whole. They're dead. They're all dead.

P: [laughing]

D: Apart from, um, Russ.

P: Wow.

D: With his saxophone.

P: He just uses the saxophone to suck in all the body parts that are left all over the floor.

...That was crazy, uhm, thanks for that Dan. Do you know what, I think like you said –

D: That was canon, by the way. What?

P: That was canon, that just happened. Going on a date with someone to a restaurant as a first date is a very good way of judging what kind of person they are. Cause there's lots of things –

D: [moan of realization that Phil is right] Yes!

P: First of all,

D: [continuing to have a realization that Phil is right] Augh!

P: –what food do they eat, how do they talk to the waiter, do they offer to split the bill or are they awkward about that or is it weird? And –

D: [continues to make noises of realization that Phil is so right] Oh my god you're so right.

P: Yeah, there's loads of things you can look for.

D: Oh my god, I never thought about that. It's like a final test!

P: It is!

D: God, there's so many social dynamics in a restaurant date, jesus.

P: Yeah, there are.

D: Wow, you really get to know someone, I mean, judging the food that they order, is huge. I mean that is a pretty instant, like, is this person a two-time thing or a twenty-year thing? Instantly.

P: Yeah.

D: Like, firstly, are they gonna be like: 'Are we getting a starter?' Like, if you're not getting a starter, get out. That, that's it for me, firstly.

P: You need the starter.

D: If you're just here to order like a lean mean main and then get out, then you don't enjoy life. I'm not interested in that. What do you order, how nice are you, how confident are you, what are your choices? Are you good at making small talk? I say all of this knowing that I'm terrible at all of those things, because I'm incredibly awkward and indecisive. But it would be nice to watch someone not do everything that I am bad at.

P: For sure. I went to dinner with someone – it wasn't a date it was more just like a dinner? They weren't a friend either, it was just a person I went to dinner with. Anyway.

D: [laughing] What the fuck?! W-Why did you go to dinner with this person?

P: I'm not gonna give too many information, details..

D: Okay, okay.

P: Because I'm about to shade them slightly.

D: Spill it, Lester.

P: Right.

D: I bet they're listening.

P: They're not.

D: I will out them. No okay here we go.

P: No, you can't.

D: Do I know this? Okay, we'll see.

P: They are 100% not listening.

D: We'll see. I'll tag them. [laughing]

P: No... [trying to start telling the story] I ordered my...

D: [laughing]

P: Dan! Stop making me laugh.

D: [laughing] God.

P: Listen.

[small pause]

D: [laughing] Listen?!

P: [laughing]

[both sighing]

D: [laughing] Go on.

P: I ordered my food at the restaurant, with this guy, and –

D: No shit, yeah, what else do you do at a restaurant.

P: And he was like 'No, you should totally order the sea bass, because it's amazing and you should really get the sea bass.'

D: 'mmkay..

P: And I was like 'No, I don't really fancy the sea bass, I think I'm gonna get this other thing.' So I ordered it.

D: Yeah. Fair play.

P: Fair play. I don't remember what it was. Anyway, I went to the toilet, I came back and they were delivering the food. And the guy had gone to the waiter and changed my order to the sea bass.

D: What the fuck.

P: Yeah. And it's just like –

D: Are you joking?

P: No. [sounds of pen clicking?] And it was really weird. It was like, why would you do that? He said, 'Oh it's just so nice, and I got it for two so you could try it.'

D: [horrified] Noooo.

P: But in my head I was just like, that is like twenty-seven weird flags of a person. I'm not even trying to date this person.

D: That is – That is the patriarchy right there. That is everything –wow. Yes.

P: It was really weird. Anyway, yeah that's why I was thinking it's a good thing for a first date, because you can pick up on lots of potentially weird stuff.

D: Oh my god, Phil, who was this person?

P: I'm not saying who it was.

D: Text it to me. Text me the name and I'll react.

P: I might have even –

D: I won't expose you. Text me the name. Text me the name right now.

P: No, oh my god. I might have even changed the word 'sea bass' to a different food because I didn't want you to say who it was. Um...

D: I promise I won't expose you, probably.

P: Oh my god.

D: [evil hehehe-ing]

[text message whoosh]

D: oOOOOOHH. Yeah. Okay. Yeah that guy was good.

P: You remember it! I told you about that.

D: [laughing] Anyway. Wow.

P: Anyway. [laughing]

D: PSYCHOPATH. WHAT. OH MY GOD. NEVER DO THAT. Anyway.

P: Stop, Dan.

D: Okay, fine.

[chronicallycouchbound]

Rating names/terms for Ehlers Danlos Syndrome:

Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome: 10/10 Lawful neutral, it’s the official terminology, lets you know what’s up

EDS (in all caps): 9/10 Sometimes confused with other unrelated conditions and acronyms but usually works

EDs (‘S’ is lowercase): 2/10 Usually refers to erectile dysfunction or eating disorders, which causes a lot of confusion.

Ehlers Danlos: 8/10. Good shorthand while still knowing what’s going on.

Earers Daniel’s Syndrome: 1/10. I have only heard this once, from an ER doctor. He said it to me as he turned away from his screen (which was pulled up to the Web MD page for EDS) and proceeded to mansplain my condition to me inaccurately. At least he tried.

“Eyers Dan—“ *waves hand around*: -5/10 I’ve heard this one a lot from medical professionals. I just know I’m about to be malpracticed and am already planning the quickest way out of the situation.

Zebras: 6/10 I like the imagery, I like mascots, I like the story (when doctors are in med school they’re told “if you hear hoofbeats, think horses, not zebras” but them zebras are missed) however, I have two criticisms: a) more rare conditions are out there, and zebras technically refers to any rare diseases, not just EDS b) I feel sad when I think about how it basically calls EDS the “I was medically malpracticed disease”

EDSers: 8/10 a cute lil shorthand for “people with EDS”. Easier to explain than the zebras thing

hEDS/vEDS/cEDS/including subtypes: 7/10 I like the idea of being able to know what your subtype is and find people in your sub community, HOWEVER my only concern is that it can feel (and used for) invalidating people without a genetically confirmed subtype because of inaccessibility. I haven’t had gene testing because I can’t afford it— but I have clinically diagnosed EDS, which has been confirmed at multiple hospitals by multiple specialists. I score a 9/9 on the Brighton, meet all major criteria, and meet almost every other minor criteria for EDS on top of that. But I don’t know my subtype yet. I don’t hate/dislike people who use this term and I don’t discourage it, but I do encourage mindfulness about genetic testing accessibility and privilege of access.

Bendy disease: 10/10 a silly goofy joke I say with friends “I cannot walk up stairs on account of my loosey goosey bendy disease” which is always funny to me. Even with my serious things like “my life threatening cardiac conditions are rapidly progressing” you add “on account of my bendy disease” and bam theres my coping skill.

Ehlers: 3/10 a step in the right direction, but it sounds like “yellers” and dismisses half of the team that described the condition

“Double jointed”: 1/10 I was told my whole life until I was 18 that I was just “double jointed” for starters, it’s medically inaccurate. You’re hyper extending, subluxing, or even dislocating joints whenever you’re “double jointed” in a joint. There is not two joints there (unless you’ve had x rays and for some reason genuinely do have two joints in that spot). I honestly hate this term and it’s incredibly dismissive of the pain that happens with EDS while also making it seem like a super power that we’re encouraged to do

Contortionist: 1/10 [NOTE!!! some contortionists DO NOT have EDS and can just bend like that. Some have benign joint hypermobility. But many contortionists do have EDS.] In the context of people with EDS, I hate this term. It’s often the first thing people jump to when I explain my condition. They see my crippled ass in my wheelchair/powerchair or limping around with my cane/crutches/rollator, usually in multiple braces/supports (and thats just external noticeable-to-everyone things, let alone if you hear any aspects of my daily life) and their first thought is: “wow!! So you can entertain me like it’s a freak show!” And not “holy shit dozens of dislocations per day and countless subluxations per day must be excruciating”. I did contortions when I was younger to get praise and due to peer pressure. Fuck that noise I will not be your ugly law era freak show creepy cripple p0rn. Fuck everything to do with that actually.

[mostly-sentence-starters]

God of War (2018) Sentence Starters

Add context / edit as you need!

"Now its guard is up!"

"Do not fire, unless I tell you to fire."

"Do not be sorry! Be better."

"You are not ready."

"I haven't been sick in a long time."

"But you told me never to go down there!"

"I can't feel any of this!"

"You live in a tree?"

"But how did you--"

"Nun ya fucking business! Now get in here, I got something for ya!"

"Wow, you really are strong."

"But no one's killed a dragon for hundreds of years…"

"Do not stray from the path."

"I know you're a god."

"It speaks!?"

"I'm going to cut off your head now."

"But we're gods. We can do whatever… we… want."

"Is he eating okay?"

"There are consequences to killing a god!"

"Have you any idea who this is!?"

"He said you could revive him."

"____? Your father was ___ ? Well, that explains a lot."

"Close your heart to it."

"She got a name?"

"I dunno, rude bastard never ask mine so I never asked hers."

"How about I name her 'Fucking Gratitude'!?"

"Behind me."

"Step aside."

"Is the statue lost to us?"

"By the by, he's not wild about it either."

"Yeah… but can you put it down over there? That handle is… filthy."

"How are you here before us?"

"That is not an answer."

"You have nothing to offer me. So take your questions, take your threats, take these two worthless wankers, and piss off!"

"He tortures me, you know."

"No! You destroyed the gate! That was our only way to ____!"

"Well even a blind pig farts up a truffle now and again."

"Have you seen my brother again?"

"What!? I'm on a fuckin' break!"

"Well you already soiled my solitude so you might as well join me."

"I don't need your protection!"

"You will not come for us again."

"No matter what I do or say, you won't stop interfering with my life!"

"You still need to pay for the lifetime you stole from me!"

"I have paid."

"I was just trying to protect you!"

"If seeing me dead, will make things right. I won't stop you."

"Why? Why do you even care? You could have walked away!"

"The cycle ends here. We must be better than this."

"___. He chose this."

"I killed many who were deserving... and many who were not."

"I will rain down every agony, every violation imaginable, upon you."

"I killed my father."

"Well, I guess we're the bad guys now."

"I was not the only parent with secrets..."

"She sent us here, knowing we would find this."

"She saw every step we took before we took it."

"Well that was a waste of a perfectly good apple."

"I have nothing more to hide."

"Can we go now?"

[curiositymemes]

WHITE CHRISTMAS SENTENCE STARTERS.

taken from the 1954 film. feel free to change wording and pronouns and provide context as necessary. do not add to this list.

“what’s this all about, name?” 

“you know that and i know that, but name doesn’t know that. at least he won’t for about an hour and a half.”

“well, that just about wraps it up, fellas.”

“certainly too bad name couldn’t be here for this little yuletide clambake.” 

“we really had a slam-bang finish cooked up for him.”

“that’s not a very nice christmas present, is it?”

“i don’t want you to forget it, not that he’ll let you.”

“don’t just stand there. how do i get off?”

“it’s just my arm.” 

“it looks bad.” / “nothin’ but a scratch.”

“i’ve kinda written a little song, see…”

“i just happen to have it right here.” 

“he’s got a fair voice, he’s pretty funny in living rooms…”

“i wouldn’t want you to feel any special obligation…”

“okay, dynamite, let’s give it a whirl.” 

“mutual, i’m sure.”

“nicest christmas present anybody ever had.”

“i thought before the train ride we’d grab a bite to eat and have a few laughs?” 

“believe me, it’s for your own good.” 

“let’s face it, name, you’re a lonely, miserable man. and you’re unhappy, too.” 

“you look at me with those great big cow eyes of yours and i’d melt and go along with it.” 

“you’re off your nut about a mile and a half!”

“sure, it was my idea, but i didn’t think i was creating frankenstein!” 

“i never thought i’d hear you open up like that, name.” 

“let’s just say we’re doin’ it for a pal in the army.”

“it’s not good, but it’s a reason.” 

“just like honesty needs a little plus, fate needs a little push.” 

“there, that’s cozy, isn’t it?”

“that’s quite an act you two kids have there.”

“he always was a good-looking kid.” 

“let’s say it with music, huh?” 

“now, promise me you won’t say anything important til i get back, huh?” 

“everybody’s got an angle.”

“hey, if this keeps up, we’ll practically be in-laws before the dance is over.” 

“vermont should be beautiful this time of year. all that snow.” 

“it’s no trouble, honey.” 

“we like to take care of our friends.”

“are you kiddin’? pay off a chiseling rat like that?” 

“don’t stop for anything.”

“i got a feelin’ i’m not gonna like this.” / “i got a feelin’ you’re gonna hate it.” 

“either you have tickets or you haven’t tickets.” 

“oh, no, you wouldn’t do this to me.”

“used to be a grist mill and a barn, now it’s a tyrolean haunted house.” 

“i don’t know what he’s up to but he’s got that rogers and hammerstein look again.”  

“how much is wow?” / “right in between ouch and poing.” 

“tell me what you wanna dream about and i’ll know what to give you.” 

“it’s kinda dangerous, puttin’ those knights up on white horses. likely to slip off.” 

“you ever hook up with the fellas in the horseshoe game?”

“read it, son. slowly.” 

“you always were a lucky stiff.”

“never kid a kidder, son.” 

“i think it’s impossible, ridiculous, and insane. i wish i thought of it first.”

“stick your nose in other people’s business and eventually you’ll find out things you wish you hadn’t.” 

“i’d rather not discuss last night, thank you very much.”

“last night she can’t sleep. today she won’t eat. she’s in love.”

“if that’s love, somebody goofed.” 

“well you’re not exactly superman, but you’re awfully available.” 

“i’m more the ‘i don’t mind shoving my best friend into it but i’m scared stiff every time i get close to it myself’-ing kind.” 

“i feel the same way about my cocker spaniel.” 

“don't you think we oughta kiss or something?” 

“you realize you’re getting the best girl in the whole wide world?” 

“after you get to know him, he’s almost endurable.”

“you know, in some ways, you’re far superior to my cocker spaniel.” 

“you don’t have to feel responsible for me anymore.”

“i can’t help feeling this is a tactical error.”

“if i said anything, i didn’t mean it.”

“i was so busy with other things i must’ve sounded like an idiot.”

“how could you be stupid enough to try and pull a stunt like this?”

“you should consider yourself pretty lucky. you could’ve been stuck with this weirdsmobile for life.”  

“when it comes to conniving and finagling, you can’t beat this boy.”

“if i wasn’t such a mean ol’ biddy i’d break right down and cry.” 

“i never saw anything look so wonderful in my whole life.”

“we may get snowed in here!”

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Practically Family-sweetlovegone (ao3) Summary: "Her dark curls swing from side to side as she skips ahead of us down the lane, right hand clutching tight the picture her father helped her draw this morning. The boy sits on my hip, his arms around my neck, clinging to me tight." Part of a series of Post-Epilogue One Shots. Katniss takes her children to a friends for the day. Seeded dandelion ;)-Hdishebrna (ao3) Summary: Pregnant Katniss fluff- from Haymitch’s perspective Seven Days-ThirtySomething (ao3) Summary: An Everlark fic: Peeta and Katniss work on the plant book when she is placed on bed rest after she is injured trying to get over the recently electrified District 12 fence. Canon, set during Catching Fire. Six months-Hdishebrna (ao3) Summary: Peeta was kept in the Capitol for the entire war and he now has access to the help he needs. He’s kept locked away underground until he’s ready for public display. This short little story will hopefully take you in the journey of his recovery. Spring's in the air-tethered_feathers (ao3) Summary: Never having been in love, this is going to be a real trick. I think of my parents, the way my father never failed to bring her gifts from the woods. A little something I wrote inspired by this line. Katniss brings Peeta gifts from the woods everyday. ..... His warm hands slid down her arms before gently turning her around so that her back faced him. Slowly, he brought his hands up to her hair, bunching half her hair into a ponytail and tying the flimsy lace into a bow. She turned around, beaming in his arms, peering into those blue eyes. "Wow, birdie, look at yourself." Strange Bedfellows-thesunpersists (ao3) Summary: Peeta's mind is a blur as he tries to make sense of his life in District 13 and keep his distance from the Mockingjay. Johanna decides to pay him a late night visit and set him straight. The Drought Wars-ThirtySomething (ao3) Summary: Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark meet at a convention for a very special fandom. The Epilogue from Peeta's POV-thismustbeagoodidea (ao3) Summary: If you read the first two fics in this series and wished Peeta and Katniss had a more satisfying conclusion, this is for you! One day, long after the end of the war, Peeta wakes on a chilly Sunday morning and bakes bread with his daughter. Bad dreams still haunt in the background, but the day is quiet. Tomorrow will be quiet, too. This is just the starter something great-Hdishebrna (ao3) Summary: Thom finds something in the rubble to gift to Peeta via Katniss. She has no clue what it is or why he’s so happy about it. Enter; Owen. This is where we start again-tryalittlejoytomorrow (ao3) Summary: She thinks of Annie and Finnick in Thirteen, how jealous she'd been of them for being so sure of each other and their love, and now she feels it too.