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WANT TWO: CHAPTER FOUR

Waiting for a dream

RUFUS WAINWRIGHT

Waiting for the present, for the present to pass

Waiting for a dream to last

You are not my lover, and you never will be

'Cause you've never done anything to hurt me

There's a fire in the priory

And it's ruining this cocktail party

Yesterday I heard they cloned a baby

Now can I finally sleep with me?

Diving through the rising, through the rising waves of night

Keeping a reflection of you in hindsight

But in turning back the brackish waters will not reflect you

After you have turned the color black of death or something like

That

There's a fire in the priory

And it's ruining this cocktail party

Yesterday I heard the plague is coming

Once again, to find me

There's a fire in the priory

And an ogre in the oval office

Once again we all will be so broken

Now can I finally sleep again?

——

Kendall felt amazing.

He demolished a slice of seedy spelt bread upon rolling out of bed in the pre-dawn dark, stood over the kitchen sink, pure fuel. He jacked off to his reflection on the en-suite shower door to the sound of Stewy snoring in the attaché. He doom-scrolled on his iPad while shitting but successfully pulled himself out of it like a fucking boss and funneled his energy into something useful: he decoded Stewy’s allusive espresso machine and had two burnt-black shots all clarifying tannins that pricked his tongue yet tasted inconsequential going down. He had another for luck. He felt like moving his body. He felt like push-ups and pull-ups. He enlisted one of their softspoken and inexplicably uncomfortable cleaners to help him find workout clothes in his new closet, told her she didn’t have to have that face, that everything was peace and love, then went to Stewy’s private gym, a jungle lush with high-tech machines of all sorts, enough to keep Stewy from boredom and to catch Kendall’s attention, his usual meditation and circulation flows unappealing in this brave new world. He fiddled with an electronic mirror which tried to tell him to do a thirty-minute intensive HIIT circuit. Thirty minutes were not enough. Kendall became frustrated with the touch-screens and went to the treadmill, which thumped under his weight, which reacted to his every whimsical button-prod with polite increases in incline, immersive sceneryscapes, he ran through a deciduous forest and tried to imagine morning mist on his cheeks, he upped the speed, his body hit its stride and yet his animation did not waver. He consciously opened his fists, pushed his shoulders back, cross country posture. He lost himself in the virtual path he was on, beneath tree canopy, past deer and rabbits, he raised the speed. He felt he could do anything. He felt his body was consciously and carefully designed for these purposes. Kendall Roy was a runner, yes he was. His attention elapsed before his vigor; he changed the scenery to an arctic wasteland and accessed Spotify and blasted Fugazi’s Instrument Soundtrack and felt like he was on the lam. He shut his eyes and trusted his balance and worked up to a near-sprint. His lungs wrung. His pulse flew spiraling wingnut circles. He was lightheaded and thunderhearted and indomitable. He hadn’t slept for two nights.

Kendall opened his eyes to toggle the incline higher and caught a peripheral glimpse of Stewy behind him in the mirror; he startled with a curse and nearly tripped, had to grab the handles of the treadmill, jump to the solid sides, but his knees gave, so he squatted there half-hanging like he was laboring to deliver the lump of his tangled guts and watched Stewy’s reflection roll its eyes and approach.

“Hi,” Kendall said, craning to smile at him. His head and hands tingled, he realized, as Stewy reached over him to stop the treadmill’s whining, then scooped him upright. When Stewy let go, Kendall’s jelly legs wavered; Stewy swore with fiendish precision and caught him.

“Hey Siri,” Stewy yelled, voice still rough from sleep but eyes thoroughly awakened, electric, “turn the music off. Jesus.” Silence descended gravely. “Fuck. What are you doing?”

“Working out?” Kendall said. “Honing my bod?”

“It’s four in the morning,” Stewy said. “I saw like six used espresso cups on the kitchen counter. I’ll ask again, what the fuck are you doing.”

“I wanted to move.”

“Fucking clearly, Ken.” Stewy experimentally released Kendall, whose balance held, then pinched the bridge of his nose. He didn’t look like himself, but he looked like Kendall’s version of him: bed-rumpled, shirt crooked on his shoulders, gooseflesh from the air conditioning Kendall had blasted into the gym, frizzled curls and glasses haphazardly applied.

“Why are you awake?” Kendall asked.

Stewy shot him a look. “You had that music on volume one hundred.”

“But I closed the door.”

“You didn’t,” Stewy said. Kendall felt chided, could not accept it, and turned away. “Hey. Come back.”

Kendall threw himself into push-ups on a yoga mat.

“Hey,” Stewy said louder. “What’s going on, man? Talk to me.”

Kendall’s elbows gave; he hit the mat with a huff, then boosted back up and kept going.

“I don’t fucking like this,” Stewy said. “What are you running from, huh?”

“Running with.”

“What?”

“Running with. Not from.”

Stewy sat on the floor and ran his hands through his hair, which served to make it stand nearly straight up. His eyes were rounded, crackling with latent—something. “With, then. Kendall, stop. Come to bed.”

Kendall shook his head. “Not tired.”

“When did you last sleep?”

“Uh huh.”

“That wasn’t a yes or no question.” Stewy half-tackled him, his full weight on Kendall’s spine. “Fucking look at me, Kendall. Let me look at you, let me see.”

Kendall fought for breath. It was as if the cardio caught him late, a delayed reaction, or Stewy had reached into his body and seized his lungs. “I feel good,” he said.

Stewy grabbed Kendall’s wrists and pinned them to the mat. It was a distinctly sexless act that nonetheless chubbed him up. Kendall could smell his own sweat, started to feel it drip down his forehead in thick rivulets. He could just see them in the mirror, Stewy the crimson archangel, Kendall the captured shade.

“You don’t,” Stewy said.

Kendall’s body released.

It was a full system-wipe. His mind buzzed faintly. Stewy didn’t let up.

His breath refused to return to him.

“Alright, Ken,” Stewy said. He dropped his brow onto the back of Kendall’s neck, rubbed the arc of his skull against the knobs of Kendall’s spine. His knees pinned Kendall’s thighs. “There you go. Is that what you needed? You fucking freak. Just tell me next time. You wake me. Don’t make yourself sick like this. You don’t have to do that anymore.”

“I’m sick,” Kendall said.

“I know,” Stewy said. He changed his grip, took Kendall’s wrists in one hand and wrapped the other arm around his chest, pressing them closer together. “Should we get a PlayStation? Not like the one I got for Christmas in tenth grade, a new one. We can get really fucking into MLB the show and twelve year olds can call us slurs from their racecar-shaped beds. Say something. Do you want to smoke about it?”

“Don’t move,” Kendall said. “Don’t let me go.”

“Why can’t you breathe? You’re scaring the shit out of me. This is like summer before college shit. You need to call your therapist, for real.”

Kendall tried to center himself. Measured nasal inhales, then out through his mouth.

Stewy’s love was a beast Kendall could never contend with. It was unfailingly kind and enormous, therefore terrifying. Kendall loved Stewy with everything in him. It came nowhere close to how Stewy loved him. There was never a chance for net-zero. No balanced equation. A bloodslick remainder that beat like Stewy’s heart.

“Can I roll over,” Kendall said, ragged.

Stewy raised himself to allow it. When Kendall’s back hit the floor, he yanked Stewy onto him, where Stewy sunk, boneless and warming and wakeful. Kendall planted his feet on the mat, grounding. He wished Stewy were heavier.

“Hi,” Stewy said, “you’re strangling me.”

“Sorry.”

“Still strangling me.”

Kendall slid his hands to hold Stewy’s waist.

“Talk to me,” Stewy said. He rubbed the top of Kendall’s shaved skull.

“What is it like,” Kendall said. “Loving me.”

Stewy made a curious sound, then lifted his face from Kendall’s neck. He looked like a disheveled but doted-upon cat. “Like, how does it feel? Or do you want a day in the life. Sparknotes?”

“I just mean—I worry. Never mind. It’s stupid.”

“No,” Stewy said. “Say it.”

Kendall tried to work himself back into agitation, but failed. Exhaustion had finally come, in the wake of rung bells and panic alarms, at the moment when he least wanted it.

“Does it affect you,” he said carefully, “to love me more?”

“Love you more than what?”

Kendall struggled. He shut his eyes and shook his head. Thoughts rattled against his skull like whacked pinballs, fleeting shots of silver, moonbeat aura.

“Hey,” Stewy said. “Come back.”

“Sometimes you hate that you love me,” Kendall said, keeping his eyes shut. “Right?”

Stewy ran a knuckle along his cheek. “Yes,” he said.

“Sometimes,” Kendall said, “you love it?”

Stewy pressed a scruffy kiss to his chin. “Yes.”

“I don’t hate or love to love you,” Kendall said. “I just do it. I don’t think about it. It just is. Death and taxes, man, and Sadeq all the way down.”

Stewy kissed him again, on the mouth this time, so softly it made Kendall’s toes tingle. “No one loves anyone the same way. Do you love everyone you love the same way?”

“I might,” Kendall said.

“I don’t,” Stewy said. Kendall opened his eyes, masochistically craving Stewy’s lighthouse gaze. “I can’t love any two people the same way. I don’t think anyone who has ever been in love—I don’t think any couple is made of two people who love each other identically. Romantic or whatever. Fucking, snowflakes.”

“Yeah?” Kendall said. “I don’t know. It feels weird. To me.”

Stewy studied him, frowning slightly. Kendall reached to smooth the knot between his brows with his thumb; Stewy caught his hand and pressed it to his mouth. He said, “I’m not ignoring you, I’m trying to think of an example. I mean, my parents, obviously. You were around enough—you know what my mom is like, she’s constantly up to something, arranging flowers or painting or playing the flute. She loves to make life pretty.”

“I remember,” Kendall said, “garden parties. She was very particular.”

“Regimented, sort of,” Stewy agreed. “And my dad is all business. Wants everything to make sense, hates waste. But he loved to give us little gifts, just to see us get excited, and he loved to watch us enjoy the things he bought. They never fucking kissed in front of me. But she’d cut up flowers to put in their bedroom; he’d get a new vase for her to put them in. She’d slip those little watercolor paintings in my lunchbox—”

“The boats,” Kendall said.

Stewy smiled, crinkly and happy. “The boats, or the park, or whatever. Whatever caught her eye that day and she wanted to share. And my dad would sneak new Hot Wheels into the toy chests for me to find. They love each other differently, they love me differently. But all I remember is they both love me. I was lucky. It was never a competition for me. Who loved who best, whose love was good enough to earn the prize.”

“That’s not how it was,” Kendall said, knee-jerk.

Stewy’s thumb traced the line of his jaw. “Yeah, it was,” he said. “I’ll remember it for you. It’s all burnt into my fucking retinas, Ken.”

“I think it’s hard for me. To, um. Believe it. When people just… love me. When they don’t have to.”

Stewy rubbed his beard against Kendall’s three-day stubble. “So, like, are you what you want?”

Kendall’s brain couldn’t comprehend the question. “Ask it another way.”

“Yeah, okay. Are you walking through life looking for your clone? Do you want to be loved by people the way you love people?”

“Fuck no,” Kendall said, though he privately thought that was exactly what he deserved.

Stewy’s face drew, like he could read Kendall’s mind. Kendall wouldn’t be surprised if he could.

“Hey,” Stewy said. “None of that. We’re doing good, we’re talking it out.”

“Sorry,” Kendall said. “It’s—um. Yeah.”

“So you think only people who are fucking, fucking, I don’t know, emotionally stunted should love you,” Stewy said. “You’d cut yourself out of the world entirely and just cling to the same thing you’ve always had, which, I should note, has not been fucking working so well for you.”

“I get what I put out,” Kendall said.

“Maybe,” Stewy said. He finally took his weight off of Kendall and stood, barefooted and glorious beneath the harsh fluorescents. Kendall’s eyes hunted for the curve of his stomach beneath his hitched shirt, his thinned-down shoulders, his graceful hands. “Or maybe not everything is bigger than life. Maybe, like I’ve been incessantly telling you, you’re free. You’re fucking free.” Stewy clasped his hands prayerfully, shot beams of fervency from his eyes. “You’re free, Kendall. Come on.”

Kendall shoved up onto his elbows, shoulders still trembling and weak, and said, “You’re relentless.”

“This isn’t a fight!” Stewy said. “You refuse to hear me! I don’t have to be gentle, I don’t owe you that. I owe you respect. And I do respect you, I respect your mind, I respect that you’ve made it this far, I respect how far you still have to go, which is why I’m listening to you say this shit and I’m hearing it. I’m internalizing it. I’m actively working to understand you every day, Kendall, and you don’t do that back to me. Ever. It’s like—you met me, you made an assessment, and that’s who I’ve been to you since that moment.”

This blew Kendall’s mind. He laid flat on his back again. He said, “I’m hearing you. I swear, I’m hearing you.”

Stewy sighed, then nudged Kendall’s calf with his foot. “Great. That’s fucking great, man. Hey, quick question. Who do you actually think loves you? Like, really loves you, I’m not talking about those girls on Twitter who threw me in a group message where they send photoshops of you in Saw traps.”

“Roman,” he said. “Connor. Shiv. Obviously.”

“Obviously,” Stewy repeated. He then rolled his eyes in a monumental and pointedly bitchy way. “Cool. Because you’re talking to them right now, all the time, so much, because they love you, the human you, not what you are or what you can do for them.”

Kendall wanted to sink into the floor. He thought he’d get trapped halfway through, heavy and weightless at once, the proverbial amber-trapped mosquito.

Stewy scoffed loudly.

“Of course you,” Kendall said quickly. “I don’t even think about—it’s not even a question. I know you do. I know.”

“Okay,” Stewy said, though when he sat beside Kendall, he still looked crazed. He ran his hands through his hair again; his curls barely fell back when he released them. “That’s—something.”

Kendall felt emotionally depleted. He wanted to be done talking, but Stewy, who unfailingly tore through the gossamer curtains and knew him and then determined a way for them to move forward, did not.

Kendall held his hand out. Stewy took it in both of his own, cradled it, then dropped his face into it.

“Without the paps,” Stewy said, “and the journalists, and the fucking goons, the entourage, the old guard and everyone else, the bodymen, Jess—dude, I’m not saying this to be a dick, I swear, but who the fuck do you have left without Waystar?”

Kendall did not state the obvious. Morbidly, he asked, “You’ve got all of me, man. Does that make you hard?”

Stewy pressed Kendall’s hand to his chest, over his heart. “No, Ken,” he said. “It makes me sad.”

----

Kendall went back to bed until sundown. Stewy returned home from work an hour later, uncharacteristically dressed down beneath his coat: a simple crewneck sweatshirt, slacks, and smart sneakers, variegated shades of charcoal, even his gloves and scarf. The bags under his eyes were corpselike. Kendall wanted to profusely apologize, to strip Stewy down, to console him with a joint and then head in the shower. He was badly shaken by the way Stewy had cried to him days before. He felt he had entered a new phase of his life—BC (before crying) into AC (after)—he couldn’t unsee it. The miserable crumple of his mercurial face. His exhaustion. His grief. He wanted Stewy never to feel like that again. He wanted badly to stop hurting Stewy. He thought of all the ways he’d fucked up and all the ways he would fuck up in the future. His mouth went stupid and what he said was, “How can I love you more?”

Stewy looked up from his watch, one brow raised. “Are we still on this?”

“I’m sorry,” Kendall said. “You’re right.” He went to Stewy and eased him out of his coat, offered his forearm for balance as Stewy neurotically untied his sneakers before removing them. “Do you wish I could love you more?”

Stewy, still hunched in half, sighed. “Give me five,” he said. “I need a piss and I need to wash my armpits. Then I’ll be ready.”

This sounded reasonable. Kendall stood awkwardly in the entryway under the chandelier with Stewy’s coat over his arm, eventually realized he should hang it up, opened two linen closets and a spare bathroom but couldn’t find the coat room, so he returned discouraged to the kitchen and draped it—thick wool, not too itchy, glimmering mother-of-pearl buttons, it made Stewy look like the sexiest reaper in human history—over the back of a stool.

When Stewy came to find him, he was wearing house clothes and slippers. Kendall met him halfway but didn’t quite hug him—pressed his forehead into Stewy’s shoulder like a shy horse. Stewy palmed his neck, pressed a kiss to his temple. He smelled of mouthwash as he whispered, “Hey.”

“Hey,” Kendall said back. “Work?”

“Long. Back to back meetings from eleven until four.”

“Ouch. Sorry.”

Stewy kissed the side of his head again. “Just happy to be home. C’mon, let’s go sit.” He pulled away enough to cradle Kendall’s face, press their brows together, and say, “Thank you for giving a minute.”

“I have a lot of them to offer,” Kendall said conspiratorially. Stewy cracked a laugh. It lightened his mood. He wrapped his arm around Stewy’s shoulders and led him into the living room. They sat at opposite ends of the couch, too many throw pillows, an aesthetically pleasing but itchy afghan, Stewy’s bare feet hugged to Kendall’s chest. Stewy waited for him to hunt down his nerve, patient, warm.

“I guess—yeah,” Kendall said. “I’ve been thinking about it all day.”

Stewy began to stroke his shin through his sweatpants. “Uh huh.”

“I did, um. I called my therapist.”

“Did she help?” Stewy asked.

“A little,” Kendall said. “I mostly—I have more questions.”

Stewy leaned his face against the cushion of the couch, pulled a pen from his pocket, and ripped it. When he said, “Shoot,” the word was all sweet smoke.

“I think it’ll help me,” Kendall said. “To, uh, understand. I need to know if you wish I could love you more.”

“Okay,” Stewy said, still soft. “Kendall, what I wish is that you’d stop fucking worrying about stupid shit that no one else thinks about. I’m not, like, keeping a chart of how many times you get me off versus I get you. It’s not an eye for an eye. I love you all the time, I want you to feel like yourself, I want you to stop torturing yourself. I want you to finally enjoy your life.”

“Is it annoying?” Kendall said. “Me, like, asking. Everything.”

“No,” Stewy said. He gave a little laugh; despite his zen, the sound was despairing. “I’m fucking floored you’re talking to me. Actually inviting me in instead of actively holding the door shut while I slam on it like a pugnacious fucking—I don’t know. Pugnacious… whatever.” He shook his head and hit the pen again. “I’m grateful, to be clear. Just… yeah. Shocked out of my fucking mind.”

“We’d been trying,” Kendall said, “before, uh. Explicitness. To be a team. Before the end of things. It’s, I don’t know if it’s a habit yet, but. Yeah.”

“Wow,” Stewy said. “Radical honesty from Tweedle Dumbshit and Tweedle Dickhead. I’m surprised that Hundred experiment lasted as long as it did.”

“Me too,” Kendall said, and they both laughed, Kendall tentatively but truly, Stewy loudly with a toss of his head. “Yeah, I don’t know, we were kidding ourselves. But it kind of helped. I think it’s supposed to be healthy.”

“Honesty? Yeah, I’d have to agree. Less stress ulcers that way.”

“I’m trying,” Kendall said, barely a whisper. His eyes burned. He hugged Stewy’s feet tighter. “I’m trying so hard to help make an actual foundation for—all of this. Us. I’m trying so hard to do it right. And I feel like a fucking moron no matter what I do.”

“Honesty,” Stewy said, holding one hand up. “Shame,” he said, raising the other. He knit his fingers together, here’s the church here’s the steeple. “Hey, it’s good, Ken. That was good. You feel any better?”

Kendall sunk more deeply into the couch. “Yeah,” he said. He was coming to understand he’d rather have Stewy with him and exasperated by his failed attempts at normalcy than cut him out in the name of safety.

Kendall, though it scared the fucking daylights out of him, was beginning to want to live.

----

It was Kendall’s suggestion, a weekend trip, but he brought it up on Stewy’s behalf. The sleepless way he looked, the tracks on his skin from Vitaglow IVs, the shuffle of shame to the bathroom to sneak a bump between phone calls. He had begun to stare listlessly out of windows and spend periods of his workday leaning back in his chair with his face craned to the ceiling and his hands knitted on his chest, lost in thought.

“Your place in Napa,” Kendall said. They were in bed, laid facing each other, knees locked, Kendall warming his toes beneath Stewy’s calf. “How much warning does the staff need before it’s ready for use?”

Stewy’s brows pushed together, then smoothed. His eyes were glassy. But he looked okay. “A day, maybe. It’s not so big. Why?”

Kendall touched Stewy’s tired face. “We should go.”

“Yeah?” Stewy said. “You feel like getting away?”

Kendall hummed. “You up for it? Or do you just want to sleep in your own bed?”

“Hey, any bed I own is my bed, man,” Stewy said. “They’re all quality, fucking memory foam. Let’s do it. I like Napa in February. No crowds, no fucking tourists. And I have good heating. It’ll be nice.”

“Good,” Kendall said. He pulled Stewy’s head onto his chest and pet his hair in a way he knew Stewy liked because it turned him boneless enough to drool. “Now go to sleep.”

They left Friday evening, landed before midnight, settled in perfunctorily, asked the staff for tea, drank it outside around a fire pit, blanket-wrapped and silently admiring the stars.

They slept in late, shared a bath, fooled around while soap-slick until Kendall bruised himself slipping on the floor of the tub. Stewy laughed hard at this, but brushed a palm over Kendall’s smarting forehead and said, “Oh, come here. Let me see.” He kissed the mark, laughed against it some more, quietly said, “Aw, baby.”

Kendall, in reply, curled against him and enjoyed the hot soak.

Stewy surprised him over brunch with a plastic baggie of shrooms.

“You shouldn’t have,” Kendall said, feigning ingenue.

“Au contraire. Never say I don’t do anything nice for you.”

They took them, then wandered through vineyards until they hit. Small doses. Everything beamed beautiful and harmonious. The sun on the bare vines, the stiff dirt underfoot, distant fog painting rhimey beards on the hilly skyline.

They returned stumbling to Stewy’s house to ride out the high. Stewy was always so nice on shrooms, just sitting and looking and smiling, happy to be there. His face went lax and his mouth went soft. He looked so pretty. He looked so real. Kendall told him so; Stewy thanked him, then laughed and told him he was goofy.

When Kendall’s phone began to ring, it was a distant, incorporeal interruption. He didn’t check it, but then it kept ringing, incessantly, repeatedly, in a way his ears didn’t like.

“Shut it up,” Stewy said. They were looped together in a truly incomprehensible way, so they had to struggle to locate it. Kendall retrieved one of his hands from down the back of Stewy’s jeans, found the phone, blindly jabbed at the screen, and was treated to Roman’s hysteric voice for his trouble.

“You fuck! You absolute fuck! Pick up when someone calls you! No one fucking makes a phone call for no reason! I need to—”

Stewy snatched the phone from Kendall’s stunned grip, hung up the call, and threw it across the living room.

“Better,” Stewy said. Then he kissed Kendall, which felt amazing. Kendall was infatuated with him, with the taste of his own chapstick in his mouth, with the hyperreal plumes of cigarette smoke swirling as if wind-caught silk in his throat.

His phone rang again. They ignored it. Again.

They tried very hard. They did. Then Kendall shot off the couch, caught his balance against the entertainment center, hunted his phone out from under a recliner, and considered it, pulsing and shouting in his hand. His brother’s name on the screen. His name.

Looking for—what? More poison? A new scar to prod during sleepless nights? Someone to stick their fingers down his throat?

Kendall, in that moment, loved his brother immensely. He wanted to hear his voice again. He wanted to tell him he was—if not okay, then stable. He wanted Roman to feel peace like he sometimes did. He wanted to give Roman the affection he craved, and he wanted to package it like a suckerpunch.

He dropped the phone to the floor, then stomped on it. Cracks emanated; the shards stuck beneath the screen protector; Kendall did not bleed.

“Hey,” Stewy said. “I thought of a question for you.”

“Yeah?” Kendall said, staring at the wreckage.

“Is this how you want to be loved by your family?” he asked. “The way you always have been? Does it feel good to you.”

“We don’t know any other way,” Kendall said.

“Well, that’s a lie, straight-up,” Stewy said. Under the wash of affection Kendall felt at hearing Stewy’s voice, he was distantly aware that Stewy sounded snide. “You don’t love me like that. You don’t fucking smash me.”

“You don’t ask to be smashed,” Kendall said. “There’s one way to love the two of them.”

“Eat and be eaten?”

“Yeah. Exactly.” Kendall felt suddenly, deeply lonesome. “Can I ask one back?”

“Look at me first.” Kendall turned to Stewy, who was laid longways across the couch with his massive hunger-dark eyes and his glasses hopelessly crooked. “Okay, now go.”

“You voted for me,” Kendall said.

“I did,” Stewy said. A nod of acknowledgement.

“Why? Why, um, did you vote for me?” Kendall said.

Stewy held an arm out. Kendall went to the couch, sat at Stewy’s hip.

“Ken,” he said, “either way, I stood to win. You know that. There was no harm. So why not stand behind you. You are the one who asked me to.”

“Yeah, but you didn’t have to,” Kendall said. He swallowed roughly; his throat was mortally dry. “It would’ve been safer. To—vote for the sale.”

“Safer,” Stewy said. “Smarter. Saner.”

“What’s in it for me?” Kendall mimicked, slow rolling words and a cock of his head.

“I do not sound like that!” Stewy said, laughing.

“You do. But whatever.”

“Hey. Ken.”

“Hey Stew.”

“I believed in you,” Stewy said, shining. “But I love you way more than I believe in you. Honestly.”

It struck Kendall as silly, impractical. Stewy should love him exactly as much as he believed in him. That was, Kendall thought, how love worked; he trusted Stewy absolutely, no matter how many times Stewy cautioned him against it, so he loved him absolutely.

Kendall looked at his lap, then flopped onto the couch beside Stewy, who pulled him close. Stewy had been affectionate forever, physically so, in a way that made Kendall feel he was lost in the gaping Daedalian trenches of Stewy’s guts, another swallowed morsel at the other end of the maw, wandering aimlessly for either escape or a place to settle. But Stewy continuously, tactically set himself on fire to light Kendall’s way. To warm his hands. To cook his food. To lead towards the waiting cushion of his heart.

Kendall felt certain he’d never been loved before the way Stewy loved him. In that way, he and Stewy could agree: love had the potential to be different, when wielded differently.

With the stunning clarity of one high out of their mind, Kendall accepted, then, that he��d never love anyone more than he’d loved his father. He’d never love anyone in the same way he loved his siblings. But he loved Stewy precisely how he could love Stewy, and Stewy never asked him for anything more than that.

He finally knew his question.

“How do I love you better?” he whispered.

“See me,” Stewy breathed back. “Appreciate me.”

Kendall lowly said, “I appreciate you, Stew.”

Stewy’s eyes darkened. “Yeah? Show me. Make me believe it.”

Kendall divested him slowly. He felt teary and grateful. He felt sick with love. He felt all of these things in bounty, and he tried to pour them into Stewy, who was even more reactive than usual, as if the shrooms had torched his nerves. Kendall kissed and bit Stewy’s thighs, which he loved, while Stewy moaned like he was three knuckles deep. Kendall did things he thought Stewy liked best. He wanted to lavish love upon Stewy. He wanted Stewy to feel how he felt at the other end of Stewy’s kerosene-blaze stare. He massaged Stewy’s pretty calves, his feet, his hands, until he was limp and wanting. Then he worked Stewy off, reverent and languid in a way they rarely enjoyed but, tonight, felt just. Kendall didn’t want to pop Stewy open. He wanted to sweat off each strip of tape, preserving the paper. He wanted to take the jigsaw apart piece by singular piece. He wanted to make Stewy sleep for twelve glorious, comatose hours. He wanted to live up to Stewy’s image of him, of his strange but good love.

Stewy, amazingly, seemed to catch it all. Mind-reader. Or mind-knower. He came with a whimper, not a bang. He shook, and gasped, and faintly moaned, again and again, as Kendall worked him through it.

“Too much?” Kendall asked, slowing the pump of his tired arm.

“Fuck,” Stewy said. He gaped at the ceiling, all pupils; Kendall caught his hand and held it tightly, with the strangest feeling in his chest, like he was a child watching a balloon ebb skywards. “Just enough.”

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⭐ for Dennis and-or Jaden if you're interested

{ Prompt from here! }

SO I was finishing up icons on Joseph when you sent this in so LITTLE distracted lmfao but lets DO IT SO OFC I'M INTERESTED!!!! <3

Once again under a read more because fandom lengths!

Don't want to look at the read more? Overview here:

Most likely characters I'd throw at yours: Belorussiya, Knoxx and Steele, Hammerlock and Wainwright, Blake, Mordecai, TK, Zane, Harlock, Bruno(?), Muckenberger, Reinhard and Kircheis(?), Kesler, Sheryl, Claudia and Roy, Domel(?), Berger, Heiny and Wolf(?), Dietz, Gettoh(?), Vance, Sanada, Nazca(?)

Hmu if you want to discuss anything!!

Azur Lane: SEE I do think the boys would have an interesting time interacting with Belorussiya as WEIRD as that is, I really do think so. Probably because it's a COMPLETELY different fandom that no one expects out of left field. Also she has big ass guns so there's that too

Borderlands: I still gotta recommend Knoxx first up the CRAZINESS LMFAO PLEASEEEE, Steele on the side too because that poor girl is not paid enough

Vince? Absolutely not mans would again die on the spot LMFAO. Gd this is my own oc and I haven't recommended him ONCE in this whole debacle ig that's how much I hate him,,,

Hammerlock and Wainwright would once again though, adopt. Thank god Wainwright was there for that first thread instead of Hammerlock. Hammerlock would've convinced Wainwright to pick those two up LMFAO

Blake is a potential, only because he's interacted with Vault Hunters AND sirens before and that goes well with the bg you have!!

Katagawa would rather die, sorry-

Mordecai is literally friends with one so perfect slot, HOWEVER also a worry because well. Mans shouldn't be teaching a kid how to shoot a sniper rifle while drunk. (It goes well though I swear-)

ALWAYS GOTTA RECOMMEND TK BOY BECAUSE COME ON,,,, he funny :D

Do not let Ned near them jfc he'd do so many experiments to figure out how a male siren exists yk-

Zane has too much potential for shenanigans it would be WILD LMFAO

Far Cry: wahjdhjka THIS IS THE ONE I'M DEPRESSED ABOUTTT LMFAO dw not your fault, there's a lot of triggering content in Far Cry but at the SAME TIME- absolutely is for the best though that neither of these characters interact with yours

Harlock / Leijiverse: ONCE AGAIN gotta recommend Harlock. Come on. Space pirate adventures????? WHO WOULDN'T WANT THAT?????

Emeraldas would rather not babysit another boy through the galaxy so she's sitting this one out-

Legend of the Galactic Heroes: Anton and Oberstein are once again "uh oh" in this situation. Mostly because of the war going on so as I've already explained in the PREVIOUS post for this kinda thing, they kinda are too military focused so not a chance with these two lmfao

Bruno? Would probably show them the ropes of how to be a Minister of Industry but it's kind of a stretch.

Bittenfeld has disconnected-

Muckenberger would keep them out of the war any way he can. Some fortress in the middle of buttfuck nowhere? You know he's assigning them there. I do say "them" because child soldiers are a thing in lotgh and I REALLY need to tag that- other than that??? Come on, domestic life Muckenberger I am SOFT FOR-

Ovlesser doesn't want to babysit. Either they're GOOD enough to join his division or they're out. No ifs no buts no maybes. So not a good choice LOL

Reinhard and Kircheis I like to think would extend some kind of "immune to military service" thing if they ever decided to adopt two boys. Maybe it works, maybe it doesn't, I'm not considering it as a choice however personally but maybe you do who knows!!

Kesler my sweet baby boy, he'd train them in the ways of MP (Military Police) stuff, or how to command a ship. ANYTHING he's a good teacher he's so patient and can shut down any arguments.

Schenkopf would do the same as Ovlesser but he's a little more lax on the rules. Still not a good choice LMFAO

Macross Frontier: Sheryl's still kinda fickle in this kinda setting. I mean it COULD turn out to be a Basara Nekki situation where the boys become a band!! There ARE male singers they're just rare in the Macross universe for some reason. STILL, she can still be an influence to them to start a band! Or, in classic Macross fashion, pilots! Possibilities are very limited

Robotech: Gloval would definitely check up on them while they stayed in the civilian zone. Or check on how they're doing with military stuff (pilots, gunners, extra bs yk lmfao)

Claudia once again, best aunt. Spoils them rotten and then some. Roy's just along for the ride and gets dragged everywhere.

Lisa again isn't the best choice there's not much she can do other than go "you need to be more responsible!" Type stuff, not the best option but certainly better than Ovlesser and Schenkopf

Breetai, Khyron and Exedore are wondering how these children got aboard that's literally it LMFAO

Sins of a Solar Empire: Rebellion: See UNLIKE Azur Lane where there's potential there, these space boys don't have much potential unless your boys were the Commander or worked in construction for ship repairs or... Yeah very limited, no chance lmfao

Space Battleship Yamato: Similar to last post where it depends on verse with Dessler! Mostly he'd be wondering why they're not in the military

Domel's possibly either ignored them or let them play with the bird for a little while. Seriously idk why he goes everywhere with that thing!! Either way, very short thread unless there was human relations to work on Gamilan ships??? Again very limited.

Berger is the big brother to both of them even though he's suffering with depression. That's it those are the thoughts LMFAO

Heiny and Wolf are ignored for this post once again, unless they want an eccentric submarine crew that are very eccentric, battle hungry and trigger happy.

Dietz would like to roll to keep them out of battle and dangerous weaponry. Would also adopt them on sight because of his daughter. No in-between lmfao

Gimleh jfc would do as the last post stated just less; indoctrinate into the military or kill them for fun. That's it don't let him near.

Gettoh either trains them as pilots or he's leaving and ignoring them.

Vance has already mentally adopted one after that short thread HE WILL DO SO TO THE OTHER GIVE HIM T I M E-

The Talans are stepping back and away-

Sanada! Once again BL verse is similar to Ned where he'd experiment, lotgh verse he'd rather focus on finding Mamoru Kodai and main verse he'd probably let them work around the lab!

Gairen, Zwordar and Nazca would rather kill them than let them interact. Although once again Nazca might develop a weird big brother family thing that he's worried about because, well, feelings gets a man killed in Gatlantis!

#copy that taccom { ask }#anotherhumanpet #{ out of the empire } ~ ooc #WELL i was gonna work more on icons but it's like 12am here GN LMFAO

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Books of 2023

Book 36 of 2023

Title: Alone in the Valley: A Soldier's Journey in the Vietnam War Authors: George R. 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Description: In 1968, George Lanigan leaves the University of Maryland and sets off on the journey of his life. He volunteers to serve his country in the Vietnam War and enlists in the army where he becomes an elite Special Forces advisor in a top-secret program. The United States is clandestinely training the Cambodian Army, Forces Armees Nationales Khmeres, and Lanigan is at the heart of the mission. In this personal memoir, LTC George R. Lanigan, USA (Retired), adapts his forty-year-old letters and correspondence to his parents into an emotionally compelling and suspenseful narrative that relates his daily life of survival and political tension. It's an inside, firsthand look at a rare, and previously classified, Vietnam War experience. But its scope reaches beyond the war itself and illuminates the realities soldiers face returning home, building a life, and even visiting war zones four decades later. Its openness and honesty will resonate with war veterans, their friends and family members, those suffering post-traumatic stress disorder, and people of all ages who are interested in American history. Readers will learn about war life, a volatile political environment, and how personal experiences weave together to create the person one eventually becomes.

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Past Artists at the Eureka Springs Blues Festival

Past Artists at the Eureka Springs Blues Festival This years Eureka Springs Blues Festival is May 29 -31From the groundbreaking guitar riffs of Bo Diddley to the soul-stirring vocals of Mavis Staples, our town has been privileged to experience performances that resonate through time. Shemekia Copeland, with her powerhouse voice, and the Blind Boys of Alabama, with their harmonious gospel-infused Blues, are just a few of the luminaries who’ve graced us with their presence.The legacy also includes the iconic Koko Taylor, whose electrifying energy lit up the stage, and Jimmy Thackery & the Drivers, known for their blues-rock fusion. The list goes on with artists like Keb’ Mo’, whose modern take on traditional Blues has captivated audiences, and Tab Benoit, with his gritty, bayou-inspired sound, and Samantha Fish, whose fiery guitar playing and powerhouse vocals have made her a standout in the contemporary blues scene.Charles Thomas, Honeyboy Edwards, Pinetop Perkins, John Hammond, Coco Montoya, the Cate Brothers, Robert Cray, Luther Allison, Victor Wainwright, and Bobby “Blue” Bland. Cedell Davis – Celebrated for his unique slide guitar technique. Chris Duarte Group) – Known for their energetic blues-rock fusion. John Mooney & Bluesiana) – Blending Delta blues with New Orleans funk. James Cotton – A legendary harmonica player with a dynamic style. Kelly Richey – A powerful guitarist and vocalist. The Nighthawks) – A long-standing blues and roots band. Cedric Burnside – Grandson of R.L. Burnside, carrying forward the hill country blues tradition. Brandon Santini – A modern harmonica player with deep blues roots. Ruthie Foster – Known for her soulful blend of blues and gospel. Kenny Neal – A multi-instrumentalist and torchbearer of Louisiana blues. Lazy Lester – A harmonica legend with a laid-back style. Magic Slim & The Teardrops – Delivering raw and authentic Chicago blues. Albert Castiglia – Known for his blistering guitar solos. Moreland & Arbuckle – A dynamic duo blending blues with roots rock. Candye Kane – A powerhouse vocalist with a vibrant stage presence. Mary Flower – An accomplished fingerstyle guitarist. Patrick Sweany – Merging traditional blues with contemporary influences. Hubert Sumlin – The influential guitarist behind Howlin’ Wolf. Deanna Bogart – A versatile musician blending blues with jazz and R&B. Guitar Shorty – A flamboyant performer with a fiery guitar style. JP Soars – Infusing blues with a gypsy jazz flair. The Reverend Peyton’s Big Damn Band – Delivering high-energy country blues. Roy Rogers & The Delta Rhythm Kings) – Known for their slide guitar mastery. Bernard Allison Group – Continuing the legacy of his father, Luther Allison. Alvin Youngblood Hart – Exploring the depths of country blues. Ghost Town Blues Band – Known for their modern blues with a twist. Josh Hoyer & Soul Colossal – Infusing blues with soul and funk elements. Toronzo Cannon – A Chicago bluesman with a contemporary edge. Nick Schnebelen Band – Featuring powerful guitar-driven blues. Fiona Boyes – An Australian artist with a deep affinity for American blues. The Belairs – Bringing a classic touch to the blues scene. Submitted March 22, 2025 at 02:29PM by jmoyer7269 https://ift.tt/Et7pNAW via /r/Music

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if-you-fan-a-fire · 2 years ago

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"BIBLE STUDENTS' ARREST ILLEGAL COUNSEL ARGUES," Toronto Star. October 17, 1933. Page 1 & 2. --- Quebec Attorney-General Refuses to Aid Prosecution of Thirty --- DEBATE IN FRENCH ---- Defendants Sit in Puzzled Silence as Fate Is Discussed ---- Special to The Star Quebec, Oct. 17. - Thirty International Bible Students from Toronto, Montreal, Ottawa and other cities were arraigned in the city police court here this morning, charged with participating in a seditious conspiracy.

An additional charge of distributing obscene literature has been entered against F. C. Wainwright of Toronto. A book entitled "Art Photos in Color" is alleged to have been found in Wainwright's car but the Bible students claim it was not Wainwright's car and that he had never seen nor heard of such a book and that he learned of its title only by inquiry to the police when the second charge was laid against him.

The city authorities yesterday sought the co-operation of the provincial authorities but the attorney- general declined to take part. The charges will therefore be pressed by the city.

Keen interest in the case is evinced in the ancient capital and the court-room was crowded half an hour be- fore the case started. The Roman Catholic church is taking an active interest and five canons of the church are understood to have been studying the International Bible Students' literature and marking such passages as are considered significant.

The charges are laid under section 134 of the criminal code and the crown seeks to show that the distribution of the I.B.S. literature controverted this section which deals with the crown, the bench and the church.

The accused were arrested early one morning and the pamphlets and leaflets seized by the police totalled 30,000 copies.

Judge Fitzpatrick of the court of sessions presided at to-day's hearing, Laetare Roy acting as crown prosecutor and Louis Lemay for the defence.

The accused included: Geo. Dunn, Kezie Nicol, E. P. Allan, Eva Pring, Gertrude Norwich, Grace Brunston, Ida Beltsoe, W. G. Bowen, F. C. Wainwright, Winifred Hanscombe, Robert McNaul, H. Brodie, all of Toronto; E. A. Stichler, Ottawa; Mabel Jones, London. Ont.; Janet MacRae, Nova Scotia; G. H. Waliver, Windsor; Grace Lounsbury, St. Catharines; G. C. Barrett, Peterboro; Wm. James, A. M. Rose and Harold Westaway, Belleville; C. Allen, Timmins, and Charles Jacham, Isabel Tucker, Blossom Ashe, F. W. Greenwood, James McLean, and Gerald Barry, all of Montreal.

Geo. Brodie was called first.

"Stand up, please, jump over here," bawled a court official. Then one after another the names were called and they were lined up.

All were present and all stood clustered beside the bench. Judge Fitzpatrick looked up. "We will have chairs brought for you," he said to the ladies of the party. All witnesses were excluded, being half a dozen police officers, a number of civilians. a priest and The accused ladies were given the seats they had occupied. There were not enough seats for the men and they overflowed into the seats in the dock.

"You aren't obliged to sit in the dock," said the judge.

Counsel for the defence addressed the court in French, a language none of his clients understood. He found fault in the manner in which the charge had been laid by the chief detective and seven policemen. The complaint had been made long after the alleged offence had taken place, he said.

The police had no right to arrest the accused without a warrant, he continued.

The crown prosecutor also spoke in French, a language used also by the judge, and the accused gave up the attempt to follow the proceedings, not a word of which they could understand. Mr. Roy asserted a police officer could arrest anyone without warrant whom he found committing a criminal offence. Defence counsel claimed they were not arrested until four hours after the offence.

Refers to Section 98 The judge defined sedition as a seditious intent and seditious conspiracy as an agreement between two or more persons to carry into execution a seditious intent. The criminal code, he said, provided a penalty up to 20 years.

This statement, made in English. aroused the interest of the accused but judge and counsel reverted to French again and the judge cited the famous section 98.

M. Lemay cited the Caterson case in Toronto during the war.

Jean Chaloult, associated with defence counsel, claimed his clients were accused of conspiracy bút the indictment didn't say who with.

"In distributing on said date (Oct. 3) seditious pamphlets," Mr. Roy quoted the indictment.

Mr. Roy, stating defence counsel wanted proof, said he had 30,000 proofs, the pamphlets seized.

The judge at this point suggested an interpreter and one was obtained from the lawyers in court.

Sergeant Couture of the municipal police told of arresting four of the accused between 6.30 and 7 a.m., October 3.

He had not seen these people distributing the pamphlets. He had received complaints from the parish priest of Sacre Coeur as to the books. They had a suitcase in which there were some of the books.

He handed over three booklets with highly colored paper covers. These he had found in doorways. They are entitled "Heaven and Purgatory", "Letters to the Catholic Press" and "Royaume Et Dieu."

They were all in French and were similar to the ones found in the bag.

The four he arrested were George Barrett, W. J. Brown, Mrs. A. Μ. Rose and Mrs. C. Alton. He was called Barrett and Brown. on to identify.

Under cross-examination the sergeant said they were "circulating" peacefully on the streets. He had seen Mrs. Rose hand a pamphlet to a passerby.

Helps Officer Identify Him Asked to point out Barrett and Brown, the sergeant scanned the -courtroom. There was a crowd and he was in difficulties.

"Put that hand down," suddenly called out the judge, for one of the men was giving the sergeant a helping hand to identify him. Finally Couture pointed out his men, having previously Identified the two ladies.

Constable Genest told in English of people, the first Mr. Brodie had the booklets in a his arrest of four George Brodie. Mr. Roy showed him the pamphlets.

"Where did you find these?" "On my own door."

Mr. Brodie had the booklets in a handbag and he saw him leave them at seven other houses. The others he arrested also had the booklets.

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billybatsonmylove · 11 months ago

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tagging @roy-dcm2 @lavena and @hashibag

Challenging you all!

Put your music library on shuffle, then list the first five songs that come up in a poll to let people vote for which one they like the most!

Then tag Tumblr friends to keep the game going!

#poll

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savage-kult-of-gorthaur · 5 months ago

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IT'S BAMBI, IT'S RAINY, IT'S CAL -- IT'S 3/4 OF THE LEGENDS THAT HELPED INVENT GRINDCORE.

PIC(S) INFO: Mega spotlight on magazine coverage of English hardcore punk band DISCHARGE, featuring Dave "Bambi" Ellesmere with Roy "Rainy Wainwright, c. 1981, and another shot of Kelvin "Cal" Morris with the classic jacket, c. 1980, from the pages of UK punk magazine, "Punk Lives!" Ultimate Collectors Annual issue, published November 2024.

Dis nightmare still @*%®!#$& continues!!

Source: http://blog.fuudobrain.shop-pro.jp/?eid=8342#gsc.tab=0.

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Hace meses que se desconoce el paradero real de Lyonel Villefort. Solo unos pocos —privilegiados— conocen sus verdaderas intenciones, y han aceptado el riesgo que supone su actual misión. Apeados a lo que consideran el verdadero nadzorismo y a los ideales del actual Jefe de ciencias del Clan. UN NUEVO OBJETIVO. Cinco personas han sido elegidas para proporcionar información directa a Villefort. Dispuestas a enfrentarse a las posibles consecuencias de ser descubiertos y tildados de traidores

¡Abrimos nueva búsqueda y promoción!

Promoción válida hasta el 2 de marzo, con los beneficios propios de cada grupo además de la obtención de 3 EVOLUTIONBALL GRATIS, aplicables a la montaña Ferroviaria.

Para más información, visita este enlace.

#foroactivo #Mekiam #MekiamRPG #pokémon #pokemon #pokemonrpg #jeremy renner #alexandra daddario #Alisha Wainwright #Aditya Roy Kapur #Michelle Rodriguez #promoción #promociones #búsqueda #Búsqueda de personaje

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maaaaalfunction · 6 years ago

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DISCHARGE - Live at Lepakko, Helsinki, Finland 1983

#discharge #Kelvin Cal Morris #Roy Rainy Wainwright #lepakko #hardcore punk

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theurbanspaceboi · 2 months ago

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hanno donttrustme 3oh!3 amv. keeley jones what the hell avril lavigne amv. lucilla maneater nelly furtado amv. nate shelley spaceman the killers amv. sir gawain go or go ahead rufus wainwright amv. roy kent + keeley jones go your own way fleetwood mac amv. arishat (don't fear) the reaper blue oyster cult amv. luke skywalker & rey skywalker brightside the lumineers amv. i have big ideas here but no knowledge of how i might execute them.

i have to learn to make amvs

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lolaraepark-blog · 6 years ago

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Shadowhunters

I just watch the finally of shadowhunters, and it was so emotional, I actually cried😭😢

Repost if you watched it too

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{ Prompt from here! }

ALRIGHT SO I'll do this by current fandoms AND characters I write in so LETS BEGIN

Under a read more because it's long!!

Don't want to read it? Here's the overview:

Most likely people I'd throw at Audrey: Knoxx, Hammerlock and Wainwright, Mordecai, Steele, TK, Zane(?), Harlock, Bruno(?), Muckenberger, Reinhard and Kircheis, Kesler, Sheryl(?), Gloval, Claudia and Roy, Domel, Berger, Dietz, Gimleh(?), Vance, Sanada, Nazca(?)

Hmu if you wanna discuss anything!!

Azur Lane: Honestly if Audrey wasn't SUPER out of place there, the Belorussiya would've taken Audrey under cannons and protected the shit out of her. So we ignore Azur Lane for that reason of it being WAY too much of a crossover lmfao

Borderlands: We still DO have the potential of Knoxx and Audrey I mean really that's just super funny potential and Steele is also in this area (albeit a little injured).

Vince is a little shit WAY too often so he'd die in the first meeting.

Hammerlock and Wainwright would adopt her on the spot I am SO SORRY LMFAO they'd only glance at her and be like "well she's in the family now."

We don't talk about my man Blake we know her distrust of Hyperion ;-;.

Katagawa would also die on first meeting with her.

Mordecai would be a real threat for teaching her how to fire a sniper and revolvers that's a fact so THAT'S a big potential!!!

TK MY MAN CAN WE JUST APPRECIATE HIM PLEASE-

Ned should not be allowed in the same galaxy as her honestly I fear for her if I throw Ned in there LMFAO.

And Zane is. Zane so yk wild shenanigans there

Far Cry: Honestly if I wasn't afraid of how triggering Far Cry 5 is (and possibly even more trauma for Audrey SHE DOES NOT NEED MORE) I'd already be saying "Joseph and John Seed!" Because I have the most muse for them rn

Harlock / Leijiverse: Honestly I feel like Harlock would be a great parental figure! Ignoring the whole 'dark matter' immortality thing, being a pirate and a few other things.

Emeraldas??? Complete opposite, she'd see Audrey as the child she abandoned back on Earth (Mayu) years ago and feel guilt so she'll turn her back on Audrey unfortunately

Legend of the Galactic Heroes: Anton and Oberstein is VERY "uh oh" territory because Oberstein would see the kid and either: Question why she's not in school, wonder why she's not ALREADY in the military (trust me I was blindsided when I found out there was like. A 13 yr IN THE MILITARY-) or just ignore her.

Bruno? PROBABLY adopt but don't count on it because he's a busy man and he sometimes forgets to self-care.

Bittenfeld is an immediate no because he's so brash and aggressive they wouldn't mix well!

Muckenberger would adopt on sight he can't handle orphans being orphans AND would try to keep her out of the war!

We don't look at Ovlesser though.

Reinhard and Kircheis are PERFECT to adopt her and spoil her. Especially with the Kaiser bs Reinhard has, man has a lot of money. Unfortunately though she'd have a LOT of expectations (as well as if she was with Muckenberger) since Reinhard and Kircheis are wonderful, amazing commanders and well. She'd need to fill that expectation.

Kesler my SON he would adopt her, make sure she was safe and make sure that while she is kept away from the war, she at least has a father figure in her life. Reinhard and Kircheis as well as Muckenberger can try but they're all a mess compared to Kesler and his AMAZING parental skills. Personal hc ofcofc

Schenkopf we do not let her anywhere near Audrey. Not because of anything HORRENDOUS but she doesn't need to see a man constantly hit on her adopted parents. And he's a bad parent LMFAO

Macross Frontier: SOOOO Sheryl would be amazing if Audrey wanted to yk ASPIRE to be a singer (like replace Ranka with Audrey type thing LMFAO) but past that??? Once again it's not the greatest for potential writing

Robotech: Oh my man Gloval KNOWS how it was to grow up pretty lonely. Man grew up on vodka and stale bread in his childhood he would adopt Audrey and well, the SDF-1 DOES have a civilian habitat on board so he can def keep care of her. And not him? Someone else on board could totally do it!

Claudia is the best aunt Audrey would ever get (with her boyfriend Roy ofc) and there is no changing my mind that they wouldn't spoil her badly. Roy can even teach her to fly and that's more threatening to me than anything else I've written so far LMFAO

Lisa would be atrocious. Both because she doesn't like kids and finds them a nuisance but also because she's a woman focused on work and nothing else. Sorry Audrey ;-;

Breetai, Khyron and Exedore; all 3 don't know what the fuck Audrey is, wants, but depending on verse they're either seeing her as a threat or just ignoring her because they really don't know what the fuck to do with her

Sins of a Solar Empire: Rebellion: The consensus from all of them is similar to Azur Lane, in that it just WOULDN'T work out. Extra worse because they're spaceships, not ships like in Azur Lane.

Space Battleship Yamato: Dessler would honestly see her and wonder why she's not in the military and then, depending on verse, hurt her because she's Terron and he's lost his gd sanity so that's a no-go LMFAO

Domel would treat her the best. He's had a kid before, he knows to be gentle and stuff with them. Plus bird. Who doesn't want bird??? Would keep her out of the military, no child soldiers with him around no sirree

Berger is the weirdest older sibling platonic relationship because he's so depressed but tries to be strong about it ESPECIALLY with her around. Mans has a DEATHWISH but I love him because he's just a lil guy who I adore so much, probably has the most potential ngl

Heiny and Wolf are ignored for this experiment-

Dietz already has a kid, Melda so he would probably just adopt her on the spot too and not even blink an eye until two days later because he was apparently drunk when he just adopted her (he was sober, he's lying)

Gimleh we ignore because he would either: Indoctrinate her into the Blue Shadow, put her in as a child soldier, or kill her. There's no in-between.

Gettoh just nods at her and walks off-

VANCE has such pops material. Literally his nickname (thank you Odyssey) so whether she'd like it or not he'd be the most natural to call a dad because of his personality. Would also keep her out of the military and would spoil her

The Talans Ghader and Velte are also ignored for this experiment-

Sanada!!! He has a Borderlands verse as well as lotgh verse but she'd hate him JUST on those verses so we stick to sby verse; which is that while he's quite stoic, serious and focused on work. He'd probably make her a lab assistant and run her through the ropes and while he would give others a stern word here or there he's much more 'gentle' in his weird science sense with her

Gairen, Zwordar and Nazca is just child soldiers round three, absolutely no except with Nazca because AGAIN weird older brother-younger sister platonic relationship yk

#copy that taccom { ask }#{ out of the empire } ~ ooc #threadsandwings #WOOO it was a doozy of a long one sorry for the wait!!

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