#dad o’clock ship

[demonic0angel]

*Kool aid man's your walls*

I'm now very interested to hear more about cwxbruce.... Tell me more ✨

-A.E. 👻

Superman led them all into the meeting room as they chatted. It was just another long meeting for a debrief about a fight a few days ago. Batman and the others trailed behind him, but as Superman floated into the room, he paused.

“Uh. Batman? Is that yours?”

Batman stepped around his floating body and stared. In front of his seat at the table was a lunch box, colored purple and with a bright pink sticky note attached to it.

He gave a grunt and stepped forward to look at the note.

In a calligraphic writing, it read, ‘You forgot your lunch, love. —CW’

And then below, it read, ‘Say hello to my granddaughter for me.’

Superman leaned closer to him. “What is it?”

“… my lunch. From my husband.”

“Your husband?!” Green Lantern shrieked with all of the indignation of someone with no shame. “Someone actually married you?!”

Batman turned and gave him a blank stare, his eye twitching underneath his cowl. He was very lucky that Batman was a rational, patient person.

Superman, however, was delighted along with Wonder Woman. “How delightful!” Wonder Woman said. “I never knew! Congratulations!”

Batman bowed his head in thanks. “Mm. He says hello.”

Wonder Woman blinked. “To who?”

“To you.” And he didn’t say anything else. Everyone stared between them two, confused, but Wonder Woman didn’t understand either and Batman clearly didn’t want to explain, so no one said a word.

Flash coughed and then asked excitedly, “How’d you two meet? When did you get married?! Do you have kids yet? Who is he? Can we meet him? Is he a civilian? When he comes over, can I—“

Batman didn’t speak and Flash cut himself off with a sheepish smile.

"Uhh. What can you tell us about him?"

“He has an important job," Batman said after a moment of silence. He wanted to talk about his husband anyways, since his children all stared at him with disgusted and angry looks whenever he started talking about Clockwork. "He's powerful and keeps our family safe. He’s a wonderful man and he treats me well. His children also really like mine. And I proposed to him on accident, but we hit it off so… we got married only a little while ago.”

Superman whined. “And you didn’t tell us?!”

Batman sighed. “None of you would’ve been able to go.”

After all, it was a marriage in the Ghost Zone with the Ghost King as an officient, attended by the oldest beings in existence and ghost royalty.

Batman picked up his lunch and looked inside, where a thermos of mulligatawny soup was placed inside with flat bread and a pack of chocolate cookies. There were also peeled apples kept in a separate container and even a small jar of peanut butter.

“How thoughtful,” Canary said, peeking at his lunch over his shoulder. “Your husband cares a lot for you.” Other Justice League members also peeked over to see, making Batman sigh.

“Why don’t you pack my lunch?” Green Arrow complained.

Canary glared at him hard. Superman ignored the two and clapped a hand on Batman’s shoulder.

“I’m happy for you, Batman! You can always bring him here. If you like, of course!”

Batman nodded. “Mm.”

Knowing Clockwork, he’d pop in at an inappropriate time just to watch the chaos. Despite how the ghost complained how his children (no matter how much he called them his workers, everyone knew he loved them like his children) were so misbehaving and rowdy, Clockwork wasn’t that far behind in being mischievous.

Batman sighed again. He couldn’t escape that same fate either. No matter how much he complained about Clockwork’s tricks, he still couldn’t help but find it endearing.

[cheriedivine]

Youtuber Ellie x Reader Hc’s <3

♡‧₊˚₊✧ pairing: youtuber Ellie Williams x youtuber fem reader (No use of y/n)

♡‧₊˚₊✧ CW: slight cursing

♡‧₊˚₊✧ Tags: just pure fluff tbh

♡‧₊˚₊✧ Author’s note: I’ve been watching so much Izzy&Emma lately and i thought about this fun idea and i love this so much lmk if y’all want a part 2 bc i definitely have more ideas for this ^~^ (maybe also a little one shot?)

୨୧─── ⋆୨୧⋆ ───୨୧─── ⋆୨୧⋆ ───୨୧─── ⋆୨୧⋆ ───୨୧

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Ok so Ellie convinced you to start a channel with her for shits and giggles yk but a video of you guys doing a Dress to impress gameplay went viral and it was all over tiktok.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Like the video got 100k views in 48 hours…

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ After that, she was hooked. She begged you to keep making videos together, saying it was “for the fans,” but really… she just liked having an excuse to be on camera with you.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ ofc you accepted (how could you not when she was so cute)

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ One of your most popular videos is the Couple Drawing Challenge where you switch canvases every 5 minutes. You couldn’t stop laughing, meanwhile Ellie was so serious about it. Like, genuinely stressed every time she had to give up her progress.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ The paintings turned out surprisingly good (thanks to her of course), and she hung them up in your shared apartment like they’re museum pieces.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ While you love vlogging little cozy days, behind-the-scenes moments, aesthetic montages, Ellie’s more into chaotic gameplay and silly challenges.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ When you hit 1k subscribers (even though she was ready to celebrate at 100), Ellie made a cake from scratch. It was… questionable looking, but the effort was there. She even tried to pipe "1K BABY" on top with pink frosting. (You chose the colors)

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ I just KNOW she’s the type to be like “babe we’re not doing a Q&A those are cringe” cut to 5 mins later: “so the first question is ‘who fell first’… it was me. obviously.”

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ ELLIE WOULD FORCE JOEL TO APPEAR IN A VIDEO AND IT WOULD BE THE FUNNIEST SHIT EVER.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ I can imagine him wearing that “I love my lesbian daughter” shirt.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ The comments immediately dubbed him “DILF of the Year.”

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Ellie was disgusted. “Stop hitting on my dad, weirdos.”

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ You made Ellie a swear jar so your videos wouldn’t get demonetized. She tried to cheat by using creative alternatives like “fork” and “ship,” but gave up after a week.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ You’ve collected enough for like, a whole sephora haul

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ She bought you the Sabrina Carpenter skin in fortnite just so you’d play with her.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ You did. And totally destroyed her. She was… not okay afterward. Her ego’s was a bit bruised ngl

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Ellie insists on matching outfits when you film together. Oversized hoodies, themed shirts, stupid little hats, she loves it.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Also, she has her hands on you at all times. Arm around your shoulder, hand on your thigh, holding your pinky. Marking her territory for the creepy dudes in the comments.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ She always deletes hate comments so you wont get sad :( (cutie)

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ But what she doesn't know is that you made a secret account so you could fight the incels in your comment section LOL

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ You filmed a “Doing my girlfriend’s makeup” video… Ellie ended up looking like a glam rock star and refused to take it off for hours because “I ate this shit up to be honest.”

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ The comment section was filled with “Is your gf single?, asking for a friend”

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ You deleted them <3

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Ellie made you film a ghost hunting vlog in an abandoned building. She screamed first. You have the footage. You’re never letting her live it down.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ You guys have a series called “Gayming o’clock” where you play dating sims, fortnite, roblox and chaotic co-op games.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Ellie accidentally went viral for being too soft with you on camera — like fixing your mic, brushing your hair away, or whispering “you’re doing so good, babe” mid-filming. The fans LOST IT.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ For your anniversary, she made a cringey but adorable montage of your funniest on-camera moments. It ends with her saying “Here’s to forever. Unless you beat me at Fortnite again, then we’re breaking up.”

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ There’s a running joke on your channel that Joel is the true star. You guys got him a little trophy and filmed him “accepting his award.” He actually smiled (rare footage!!).

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ You guys always EAT UP the fan edits on tiktok, you have a folder full of them.

[svt-rosalie]

. . . ♡ ROSIE ! ? 🐰 HEADCANNONS ★ ﾟ๑

ׁ ׅ ୨ ❪ part two! ❫ ୧ ⊹ ࣪

© 2024 , svt-rosalie rosalie masterlist!

notes! this is a part two to this ask from a while ago. i’ve had the maknae line version be requested twice so here it is! i hope you like it.

i can see you, girl

everything is all about you

all about you, ateez

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ dokyeom

seokminnie would always help jihye relax and destress after school or training

they would go to a park that was near their shared dormitory and when rosie would get on the swing, dokyeom would push her as high as she could go

her giggles and squeals of her telling him to push her higher up was his favorite part of the day

they’d be out all day to be honest if it wasn’t for seungcheol finding them every time before dinner

the hanging out wouldn’t stop at the park no

they would continue to hang out and play games inside of rosalie’s room

rosalie’s dad had bought her a bunch of board games for her birthday and had them shipped to the dorm so she could play with all the boys

so dokyeom and jihye would constantly be playing connect four, hungry hungry hippo, and rosalie’s favorite game monopoly

they’d be up into the night if they could!

but one time jihye fell asleep while laying on her stomach to play one of the games and so the 95 liners put the cut off time for games at 8 o’clock

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ mingyu

despite how much they argued and fought

mingyu always would cheer her up and bring her mood to 100%

mingyu could tell rosalie was stressed with school and training so he would do her work for her so she could simply just relax

but don’t tell anybody about that, rosie hated when he did it for her. she felt like a cheater but he reassured her that it was fine and this stuff was easy (it was not easy, she was in advanced classes and he had to look up how to do half of her work)

mingyu would often leave snacks on her bed for when she got home from school knowing how much of a snacker she was

he would invite her to play games with him to cheer her up after not making a high score on a test

they would often cause a huge ruckus in the dorm rooms from being too loud when playing together

the two would take walks together, to forget about everything

mingyu ALWAYS and i mean always went to important events for rosalie, she is his annoying little sister but he always wanted to be there for her and encourage her to keep going further in life

he’s still like that to this day even though he picks on her more then he would like to admit

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ minghao

despite the language barrier these two were and still are extremely close.

rosalie is a very lovable person, so she kinda drew minghao in like a magnet to metal

minghao took her as a naive person (not in a horrible way, but the girl was a pre-teen when they met) and wanted to protect that

so he kept her away from social media and any person who wanted to shout nasty, harsh things at her.

he knew the curse words in korean and grew to understand the comments people would make about her body and her singing

as cheesy as it sounds he would cover her ears when they went out in public stating to rosie that he did it so her ears wouldn’t hurt from all the yelling and shouting from the fans and fansites

rosie grew to appreciate and understand why minghao does and treats her the way he does compared to everyone else

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ seungkwan

boo seungkwan was one of rosalie’s first ever friends in south korea

that’s how he took care of rosie, but being there for her

to be honest, rosalie wasn’t very well liked by the other female trainee’s at pledis so seungkwan always stuck up for her and treated her a equal

anytime rosalie was overwhelmed by her emotions and needed a shoulder to lean on seungkwan was always there no matter if he was overwhelmed as well

he would always compliment her singing and dancing stating that she was one of the best he’s ever seen in a long time

rosie would be connected to seungkwan’s (and dino) side anytime during the week

if you needed her check with seungkwan, they are probably gossiping about the newest thing that happened at school

or they are at down the street eating some korean street food that was payed with rosalie’s weekly allowance from her parents

seungkwan is and will always be someone rosalie depends on to get through the day

now that they are older and they aren’t in the dorms anymore, seungkwan always calls to make sure she’s doing okay and if she needs anything to always call him

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ vernon

vernon is straight up just vernon

but he always acted like a big brother to rosalie

he would pick on her and take her things just to upset her and deny her ever did that

he’d take a big bite from her snack even though she said he could take a tiny bite

vernon would tease her about the little things that he knew she wouldn’t take offensive (he never disrespected her and if he did he apologized after realizing)

but vernon also checked on her to make sure she wasn’t hiding anything was bothering and would sit with her at night and let her cry about how much she missed her parents

despite her being half korean, she felt so foreign like she didn’t belong just because she was also half french. vernon comforted her endless nights about her worries and troubles

vernon helped her embrace herself when they first debuted and made sure she didn’t crawl into a shell of herself like so many thought rosalie would do

honestly, vernon is one of the reasons rosalie contained to be an idol

vernon treated her like a sister but took care of her like a friend

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ dino

these two were two peas in a pod during pre-debut and debut

again if rosalie wasn’t with seungkwan, she was with dino. probably doing homework together, going to the comic book store that was 20 minutes away, rough housing at the playground, or taking a nap together

dino was such a rock and a grounding piece for rosalie during this time and he still is

he didn’t realize he was helping rosalie as much as he was but nobody minds

dino always stuck up for rosalie at school when other girls would pick on her over her height and facial structure

he would always say “you look a cute baby bunny, they are just jealous they can’t have you cause i do!” it was such an innocent joke but rosalie took it so seriously

she knew if she didn’t anyone, she would always have chan

during dinner they always sat together and talked and laughed about the most random things

everyone else was confused on what else they had to talk about because they see each other all day and then sleep in the same room so what more was there??

well nothing really but they didn’t mind, it was really just being together that made everything better for them

rosalie didn’t stress about training when dino was around because they always encouraged each other that they were doing amazing

everything dino did was for rosalie, weather he realized it or not

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[multi-fandom-imagine]

Day 25: Christmas Morning

Fandom: Gravity Falls

Character: Stanford Pines {Dad}

Naughty or Nice: Nice

Sitting up in the bed, Ford flipped through one of his books waiting. His eyes glancing at his watch every now then, it was like clock work. The same thing every year. Though he couldn't help but enjoy the peace and quiet for a moment.

But five-year-olds don’t do “quiet” on Christmas morning.

“WAKE UP, WAKE UP!” a chorus of tiny voices erupted as the bedroom door burst open. The triplets tumbled into the room like a snowstorm, all bundled in christmas pajamas while clutching their favorite stuffed animals.

“Mama, Daddy, Santa came!” Lena cried, her auburn curls bouncing as she climbed onto the bed.

“Stockings! Presents!” Olivia added, her wide grin revealing a missing front tooth. She bounced on the mattress, making Ford groan.

Luna, the youngest by a minute, was more methodical. “We saw boot prints by the fireplace! And he ate all the cookies! Well… except the crumbs.”

You couldn’t help but laugh as you sat up, running a hand through your tousled hair. “Good morning to you too, my little detectives."

“Morning mommy!" Lena declared triumphantly, holding up a candy cane she’d already unwrapped and was nibbling on.

Ford groaned, rubbing his eyes as he adjusted his glasses. “What time is it, anyway?”

Luna peered dramatically at her wrist, where a “watch” which was actually a paper cutout taped to a string that was clearly upside down. “It’s Christmas o’clock, Daddy!”

Letting out a snort you lent over to kiss Ford on the cheek. “I think that means it’s time to get up.”

With a resigned sigh, Ford pulled himself out from under the warm covers. “Alright, alright. Let’s see what Santa left.” A crooked smile on his face placing his book on the bedside table.

The triplets erupted into cheers, each grabbing one of their parents by the hands and pulling them toward the living room.

The sight that greeted them was magical: the twinkling Christmas tree surrounded by piles of colorful presents, stockings stuffed to the brim, and a soft glow from the string lights that decorated the room.

“Look! Santa knew I wanted the rocket ship!” Olivia shouted, diving toward a box with her name on it.

“And this one’s for me!” Lena gasped, hugging a stuffed unicorn nearly as big as she was.

Olivia held up a neatly wrapped gift with a tag that read To Theo, From Santa. Her eyes sparkled. “He really does know everything.”

Ford chuckled, pulling you close as you both watched your children tear into the gifts with uncontainable glee. “You know,” he whispered, “I thought I’d miss the quiet mornings. But this… this is better.”

Snuggling into his side your head resting on his shoulder. “Merry Christmas, Ford.”

“Merry Christmas, Y/N,” he replied, squeezing your hand. “And to our little chaos makers, too.”

[lovelyjj]

Treasure

jj maybank x reader

requested by @thornyrose463

Being at your house was miserable. Your mom only seemed to care about her boyfriends and not you or your wellbeing. You hated being there because she was neglectful and an alcoholic. And it’s not like your dad was around, he left when you were 2. You only came to grab a few clothing items.

“Bye mom, have fun with your loser boyfriend, not that you care where I am,” you shouted as you walked out of your house carrying your clothes.

Arriving at John Bs you were happy to get away from your mom and be reunited with your friends who were more like family.

“Hey Y/N/N, we’re going out on the boat today to explore the reck.”

John B borrowed scuba gear from his boss Ward so that he can dive and explore the ship reck.

“Sounds good.”

You, Pope, Kie, JJ, and John B all got on the HMS pogue. Then you all drove into the marsh. You all were excited to find something in the wreck.

“This is empty. You took empty tanks?” Kiara said.

“I-“

“Okay, this one’s a quarter full. It’s enough for one of us,” Kiara stated.

“Love it when a plan comes together,” Pope chimed in.

“Does anybody know how to dive?” Kiara asked.

“Anybody?”

“It’s kinda a kook sport,” JJ commented.

“No I don’t,” you spoke.

“I read about it,” Pope argued.

“Great, Pope read about it, so someone’s gonna die.” Kiara spit out.

“Look, y-you put the thing in your mouth and breathe. How hard could it be?” JJ questioned.

“Well if you come up too fast, nitrogen gets into your blood, and you get the bends.” Pope explained.

“Bends like, bend over and…” JJ joked.

“The bends kill you,” Pope deadpanned.

“Right.”

“I can- I can dive.” John B volunteered.

“Yeah you can dive. I’m cool with that.” JJ confirmed.

“Since when can you dive?” Kiara asked.

“I’ll do it. It’s fine.”

“John B,” you were concerned.

“Y/N, it’s fine don’t worry i’m good.”

“Be careful,” you warned.

John B nodded and put on the gear to dive. He jumped into the water and was ready to swim down to the wreck. You were worried for your friend who was practically your brother.

While John B was down there you all above water herd a siren.

“Shit. JJ.” Pope yelled.

“Guys, that’s the police.” JJ pointed out.

“Oh my god,” you huffed.

“Oh, you got to be kidding me.”

“Yep, that’s the police.”

“Just act frickin’ normal,” Kiara instructed.

The police officers boat came up to the HMS pogue.

“Evening officers,” Pope greeted.

“Evening.”

“How you kids doing? You know the marsh is closed?” Shoupe said.

“No.”

“No. Wow.”

“I didn’t know that.” JJ lied.

“Why— why is it closed?” Pope asked.

“Well, we’re conducting a search out here. Boat went down.”

“Oh.”

“Seen anything?”

“No.”

“No boats. No.”

“Where’s your friend you always hang with? He here?” The police man asked.

“He’s working,” you answered.

“I’m gonna check your little boat out.”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah, hop aboard.”

“You wanna check— uh, check her out.” Pope invited.

“Thank you.”

Shoupe checked out your boat and made sure you had life jackets. He looked out into the open water for what felt like forever. Finally he said, “all right.”

“All right.”

“Beautiful day isn’t it.”

“Sure is.” JJ replied.

“Let us know if you see anything on your way out.”

“Will do,” you responded.

“We will be gone soon sir.”

“Yes you will.”

All four of you knew that John B had to of ran out of air by now. So as soon as the police were gone you leaned over the boat and looked out into the water searching for John B.

“There he is!”

“Oh god! Jesus Christ!”

John B emerged from the water and you let out a breath of relief you didn’t know you were holding.

“How’d it go down there? Did you find anything?” JJ asked.

“Did i find anything?”

John B climbed the later and hoisted the duffel bag he found onto the boat.

“Yeah, there we go! That’s my boy!”

“You okay?” You asked.

“Yeah, I ran out of air.”

“You scared the shit out of me.” You chuckled.

“Hey, guys? Guys, bogey, two o’clock.” Kiara warned.

“What?”

“Do you recognize that boat?”

“I’ve never seen it.”

“What are they doing back here the marsh is closed.” Kiara pointed out.

“I don’t know but let’s not stick around to find out,” JJ told everyone.

A boat with two men on it started coming your way. They started following you. Before you knew it they started shooting at you.

“Y/N get down!” JJ yelled.

JJ came up behind you and covered you with his body. Everyone crouched down and John B drove the boat as fast as he could from the floor of the boat.

“Oh my god we’re going to die,” Pope yelled covering his head.

Kiara got up and threw a fishing net into the water behind the HMS pogue. The net stopped the guys that were shooting at you because it got tangled in the gears. You all got away without being shot.

“Oh my god we’re alive,” you exclaimed.

“Pogue life man!” JJ yelled.

“That was insane,” Kiara added.

John B drove the boat back to the chateau. You all got out and stood on the dock. John B put the duffel bag on the floor and started opening it.

“What do you think it is?” Kiara asked.

“It’s got to be money or something right,” John B replied.

“Can we just open the bag already?” Pope said impatiently.

“Wow, Pope, that’s a rare outburst of emotion,” John B said.

“Okay. You guys are literally killing me with anticipation. Just open the bag, we almost died over this,” Pope ordered.

John B pulls out a metal tube and unscrews it. Then he dumps it out into his hand. It’s a gold compass.

“Oh, wow. Yup. That’s about right. Good job, everybody. We found a compass.” Pope said sarcastically.

John B was gaping at the compass. “Dude, what? It’s not worth anything,” JJ commented.

“This was my father’s,” John B whispered.

“No way,” you said surprised.

Nine months ago John Bs dad, Big John went missing. Some believe he got lost at sea. John B was in denial. He just knew his dad was out there somewhere, or so he desperately wanted to believe.

The next day John B remembered his dads office and went to go unlock it. You and the other pogues followed him confused.

John B grabbed a poster board and put it on top of a bin. “Here, look. This is the original owner, right here.” He pointed to a picture of an older man.

John B explained how the compass was passed down to many generations but they all ended up dying soon after they received the compass.

“Look, my dad used to talk about this compartment in here. Soldiers used to hide secret notes.”

“What’s that?” you asked.

“That wasn’t there before. This is my dad’s handwriting.”

“How can you know that?” Pope voiced his opinion.

“Because he does these weird Rs with the— see it?”

“Can I see it?” JJ asked.

“Red— Rout—“ JJ tried to sound it out.

“It says Redfield.” Kiara spoke.

“Right.”

“Okay well what’s Redfield?” You thought out loud.

“Beside the most common name in the county.” Pope deadpanned.

“Maybe it’s a clue. Maybe it’s a clue to where he’s hiding,” John B thought.

The same guys that chased you through the marsh showed up at the château. They took John Bs dads research.

After having a run in with the police twice John B was fed up. He took the family tree poster along with his other crap and set it on fire. After a moment he changed his mind and fished it out with a metal rod. Then he saw the name Olivia and he got an idea.

John B rounded up the gang and took you to the graveyard.

“You know how you’re trying to remember a song and can’t remember who sings it?” John B started.

“Yeah,” Kiara replied.

“So, Redfield. This whole time, I thought it was a place, right? But it’s not a place. It’s a person.”

“Voi-effing-là.” JJ hummed.

“See, my great-great-grandmother Olivia Redfield. That was her maiden name.”

The guys all tried to open the door but it wouldn’t budge.

“I can get through,” you stated.

“Y/N, no don’t do it,” JJ voiced his concern.

JJ was very protective of you. You and JJ have been dating for a long while now. JJ wouldn’t know what to do without you. He loved you like hell. He’d be lost without you. So if he lost you he would break. That’s why he did want you to do anything dangerous.

“Look this is about your dad, you deserve to know the truth. I’ll do it.” You expressed.

“Y/N.”

“JJ, i’ll be careful i promise.”

“Fine. I’m gonna boost you.”

“Remind me what we’re looking for,” You asked.

“You’ll know when you see it,” John B told you.

You stepped in JJ’s hands and he boosted you up and through the hole. You looked around and then you saw something. You picked up what looked like an envelope that said “For Bird.” You handed it to John B.

When you all got back to the château, John B opened the big envelope. Inside there was a map to the Royal Merchant, along with a tape recorder. John B played it.

“If somethin’ happens to me, finish what I started.” Big Johns voice rang through your ears.

John B was sobbing at the end of the recording so you did your best to comfort him. You squeezed him in a hug and told him you were sorry.

After looking up the coordinates on the map JJ had the idea of stealing a drone that can drop 1,000 feet from the salvage yard. You and the other pogues were successful in stealing the drone.

Once it was the right weather you all went out on Popes dads boat. You dropped the drone into the water as Kiara marked the feet as it was going down. When the drone reached the merchant reck there was no gold. Everyone was devastated.

——————

John B was running from DCS when he fell off his bike and tripped over a chain. Sarah Cameron found him and saw his scrap on his stomach. Sarah took him to her house at tannyhill.

As she’s is cleaning his wound, he asks, “Who, uh… who’s the dude on the wall?”

“Oh, it’s Denmark Tanny, founder of Tannyhill.” Sarah says.

“Founder?”

“Mm-hm.”

“So, how did a slave found a cotton plantation?”

“He was a free man. He’s kind of a mystery. He showed up out of nowhere and paid for all of the land around here in gold.” Sarah explained.

“In gold?”

“Mm-hm.”

John B stood up. “Hey, wh— i’m not finished, Sancho.” Sarah scolded.

“Denmark Tanny. I— I recognize that name. He—he was on the Royal Merchant. But there was no survivors. Hey what else do you know about this guy?”

“Uh when we first moved in, we found a diary, an almanac, a bunch of papers. Ward donated all of it to the state archives at Chapel Hill.”

“Can I go see that?”

“See what?” Sarah questioned.

“The— the archives. I need— I need to see them.”

“I mean, I can get you in if you want. He’s got a trustee pass.” Sarah told John B.

“Yeah yeah yeah. I need that.”

“To Chapel Hill?”

“Yes. Right now.”

“Why now?”

“I… I can’t tell you that.” John B hid the truth.

“More fugitive stuff?”

“Uh… fugitive adjacent, sort of. It’s, um… it’s a matter of national security.”

“I’ve just waited my entire life for someone to say that to me,” Sarah smiled.

“Look— God. I know this sounds crazy, but I really need to borrow that pass. The less you know, the better. Okay? You’ve just— you’ve gotta trust me.”

“No. I don’t trust anyone. Especially not with a trustee pass.”

“I need to go now.”

“Okay, then I’m coming with you.”

“No.”

“Yes. One last mission, and then I’m out of this dirty, dirty game. Come on. Let’s go.”

Sarah and John B arrived at the archives after they changed first. They ended up finding a letter written in Gullah. Denmark Tannys last correspondence. They couldn’t translate it.

John B remembered his history lesson and figured his teacher could translate it.

“Harvest the wheat near the water in parcel nine forthwith.”

The was a little symbol at the bottom of the letter and John B realized that wheat meant gold.

John B got a map from Sarah that somewhat showed where parcel nine was. You were looking for a stone wall. Parcel nine ended up to be the old Crain house.

“I heard that Mrs. Crain buried her husband’s head on the property.” JJ told everyone.

“JJ!” you scolded.

“Look, you guys know whose house this is, right?” Kiara asked.

“Oh, yeah. No, I do.” JJ responded.

“Honestly, I don’t really believe the stories of this place.” John B spoke.

“Which stories did you hear?” JJ asked Kiara.

“The one where she killed her husband with an axe, and that she’s been holed up ever since. On certain nights, when the moon is full… you can see her in the window.”

“No, it’s not funny, ‘cause it’s all true.” JJ said seriously.

“I swear to God, guys, this is all real. I knew Hollis.”

“Wait, you knew Hollis Crain?” Pope questioned.

“Yeah, dude.”

“Dude, how do you know Hollis Crain?”

“I remember you told me this, she was your babysitter” you spoke to JJ.

“Yeah she was,” JJ confirmed.

“She told me all about it. Told me the truth… about her mother and what happened in this house.” JJ continued.

“So as a kid, she heard all the stories that her mother killed her father, and… she was a murderer and all. Hollis didn’t believe it. Until that night.”

“What night?” John B asked.

“It all came back to her. When Hollis was six years old, she heard her parents arguing downstairs. So she goes downstairs to see her mom washing her hands in a sink… full of blood. Her mother just says that she cut her finger.”

“The next morning, she says her father and her split up. But then, Hollis noticed something. Her mother going into the parlor constantly, in and out and in and out with plastic bags. Weeks pass, and Hollis decides to use the outhouse.”

“And as she’s using it, she looks down, and there, in the outhouse, is her father’s head, looking straight back at her.”

“God, you are so full of shit” John B insulted

“Dude, I swear to god, man.”

“Did she call the police?” Pope asked.

“She didn’t have time.

John B started walking towards the house.

“Wait! Dude!” JJ yelled.

“What?”

“You sure you wanna do this? She’s an axe murderer. You got a cast on.” JJ warned.

“I don’t give a shit if she’s an axe murderer, okay?”

“John B,” you cried.

“What Y/N?”

“I got nothin’ to lose, right? You comin’ or what?”

“Come on,” Kie said.

“So here’s the plan. We need to look for the wheat near the water like it said in Denmark’s letter.” John B told the group.

“Okay, like, what kind of water? Like, pond water?” Pope asked.

“Bong water?” JJ laughed.

“No. It— it just said look for water, okay?” John B said.

“That’s the shittiest secret message ever.” Kiara spoke.

“Come on guys we can do this,” you encouraged.

“You wanna complain a little more, Kie? Nobody said it was gonna be easy.”

John B went through a wooden small door and called everyone to come look with him. It was the basement. There was a bunch of mosquitoes and Pope knew there must be water near. You all found a well with water under the floor boards.

A couple days later you all went back at night time. This time with Sarah.

“Let’s go get rich, guys.” JJ insisted.

“Yeah, hell yeah.” Kiara replied.

“Let’s go,” you said excitedly.

“Wait wait wait.”

“I wanna say thank you, guys. Seriously. It means a lot to me that you’re here tonight.” John B expressed.

“Always,” Kiara replied.

“Of course, man.” Pope responded.

“I will always be there for you John B,” you shared.

“All right, we done with this circle jerk? Can we go do this?” JJ asked.

“Yeah.”

“Let’s get that wheat in the water,” Pope muttered.

“Weed? I’m up for weed.” JJ got excited.

“Wheat. I said wheat.”

The six of you hopped the fence. You started walking towards the house and then the overhead lights turned on.

“Shit shit.”

“Flashlights.”

“Shhhh.”

“Okay, so she has motion sensor lights,” Pope observed.

“We could, uh… move really slowly, maybe?” JJ thought out loud.

“That’s not a good idea JJ,” you confessed.

“That’s not how it works,” Pope responded.

“Oh, shit. let’s throw a rock at it,” John B shared.

“What?”

“That’s a really good idea. Let the axe murderer know that we’re here.” Kiara said sarcastically.

“Throw a rock at it?” Pope repeated.

“You have a better idea?”

“Literally anything but that.” Kiara stated.

“What about the breaker? In the circuit box on the porch. We used to play hide-and-seek here as kids. And if we were brave enough, we’d go all the way up to the porch. I’ve seen it,” Sarah shared.

“No, no. You’re not going in the house alone,” John B said concerned.

“Watch me.”

“I’ll go with her,” you jumped in.

“Okay, come on.”

“Crain chops people into pieces,” JJ added.

“JJ!” you yelled.

“If you believe that, but she’s like what, 85?” Sarah whispered.

“Yeah, something like that.” JJ responded.

“She’s probably barely still kicking.”

“I’ll go with you too,” Kiara spoke.

“Yeah.”

“We will wait for your signal.” Pope began.

“Okay, cool.”

“Hey! Be safe.” John B told Sarah.

“Y/N, be careful!” JJ told you.

“We will.”

The three of you walked up to the porch.

“She must have a generator plugged into the main power supply,” you hissed in a whisper.

You got closer to the door.

“Shhhh.”

You found the box and Kiara opened it.

“Where are the breakers?” Sarah asked.

“What is this?” Kie asked.

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no.”

“Shit.”

“It goes inside.”

Carefully the three of you went inside. There you found the breaker box and flipped the switches which turned off the motion censor lights.

“They did it. Go time.” John B whispered.

“So, let’s do it.” Pope responded.

The boys went to the basement and started lowering John B down the well. JJ and Pope accidentally dropped John B while trying to situate the rope.

John B yelled, “I told you not to drop me,” which woke up the crazy axe murderer.

John B was scrambling to get out because he saw part of a skull when he stumbled on a secret tunnel. The tunnel was full of gold bars. John B was shocked.

You, Kie, and Sarah came down to the basement and explained that Mrs. Crain is trying to kill you. Everyone needed to pull up John B.

Mrs. Crain chased everyone out with a shot gun. John B got some gold bars and climbed out of the well. Everyone got to the car really fast. John B showed everyone the gold and everyone got really excited and started screaming “full look!”

——————-

JJ was your rock. He was your everything. After a few months of dating you both lost your virginity to each other. He was your first and you were his. The love you shared for each other was bone deep.

What nobody knew was that Ward killed the two bad guys who were also looking for the Royal Merchant. Ward has been hunting for the Royal Merchant for years. He was the one who betrayed and killed Big John Routledge.

Ward saw John B and Sarah talking outside his window. He opened the window to hear what they were saying.

“Four hundred million dollars. It’s all there,” John B exclaimed.

“Hey, that’s crazy,” Sarah replied.

“We did it. Now we just have to get it out of there.”

“Right. So how are we going to do that?”

Ward finally realized where the gold is and he takes it. He takes all of it and puts it on his private plane going to the Bahamas.

John B drives his van and parks it in front of the plane, so Ward had no choice but to stop the plane. John B reunites with Sarah and then Sheriff Peterkin pulls up.

“Oh, thank God you’re here. Susan, I told you he lost his goddamn mind,” Ward says.

“Put your hands on your head,” Sheriff Peterkin speaks.

“I’d do what she said kid,” Ward instructs.

“She’s talkin’ to you, Ward,” John B fires back.

“You’re under arrest for the murder of Big John Routledge.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“Put your hands on your head.”

“Are you kidding me, Sue?”

“Put your hands on your head!”

Ward finally listens and puts his hands on his head.

“Turn around.”

“Drop to your knees!”

“I don’t like being used. I waited a long time for this.”

Ward starts to resist so she holds out her gun. Next thing you know Rafe shot the sheriff.

“Rafe. What did you do?” Ward asks.

“I saved you, Dad. I saved you,” Rafe responds.

Ward makes Rafe take Sarah home. Then he waits for the sheriff to bleed out. Since the only other people at the air strip was John B, Sarah, Rafe and Ward, Ward says that John B was the one who killed her when Shoupe eventually gets there.

Everyone on the island is looking for John B because there is a reward. With your help you and JJ manage to get his dads boat the phantom for John B to use to leave the OBX. So Sarah and John B take off and you and the other pogues say your goodbyes.

John B and Sarah head into the storm. Ward calls them on a radio.

“John B. John B, I know you are there, son. I know you can hear me, and if you love my daughter like I think you love my daughter, then you will turn that boat around and come back. You are going into a storm that you cannot survive. John B, please, I will make it right. I promise you. Come back. John B, I am begging you. Think of her and turn around.” Wards voice boomed through the speaker.

“Ward Cameron, do you hear me?” John B yelled.

“Yes. Yes, son, I’m right here. I’m right here. Please bring her back, okay? We’ll work it out when you get home.”

“You killed my father, and you framed me for a murder I didn’t commit. You took everything from me! You took everything from me! But i’m still here. And I swear to God, Ward, I will come back one day and take what’s mine.”

“So, you listen to me, all right? I’m comin’ for you. I’m coming for you.”

John B and Sarah wipe out in the storm. They wake up and see a boat passing by. John B uses the gold to flag it down. The captain of the ship says they’re going to Nassau.

You and your friends are told the police lost John B and Sarah in the storm. So you believe they are dead. You’ve never felt this kind of pain before. You felt like you couldn’t go on. But at least you had JJ and your friends.

[enha-roza]

ROZA SHIPS

Heeseung ( acez/heeza ) : 

– First ship – Popular since iland – Ace couple – Mum and dad of Enhypen – Lots of skinship – Heeseung calls Roza his wife – Heeseung gets jealous easily – Cover songs together – Fan fave #1

Iconic moments : 

We’re the most popular iland duo.

When traveling through the airport Roza almost tripped and from then on Heeseung held her hand.

Heeseung was caught holding Roza's waist under her shirt on live.

During an en-log they were seen sleeping in the same bed.

Heeseung fought with Jake when Jake proposed to Roza during an en-o'clock. 

Heeseung brought Roza matching couple rings for her birthday. 

˖ ✧ ⸻

Jay ( Jayza/jeongri ) : 

– 02z – English buddy’s – Soft for Roza – Clingy when tired – Protective Jay – Sugar daddy Jay – Lots of bickering – Underrated

Iconic moments : 

Jay and Sunghoon called Roza pretty during iland's first episode.

When Jay pulled Roza’s photo card and put it in the back of his phone case. 

The iconic pre-debut live where they couldn’t stop laughing over nothing. 

When Roza didn’t understand something during iland Jay would translate for her. 

When Jay fell asleep during the spa en-o'clock episode, Roza laid down and cuddled him. 

That time Jay brought Roza expensive headphones after she did aegyo for him. 

˖ ✧ ⸻

Jake ( Yunri ) : 

– 02z – Chaotic & loud – English buddy’s 2.0 – Touchy – Cuddle buddies – Flirty 24/7 – Engaged ( en o’clock ) – Roza plays with jake's hair when he lays in her lap – Fan fave #2

Iconic moments : 

When they got nicknamed iland’s sweethearts. 

When Jake proposed to Roza during an episode of en-o’clock. 

All the ice cream ‘dates’ they go on. 

The time Roza flirted with Jake and got shy when he flirted back. 

The shared Spotify playlist they have for when they cuddle/sleep together. 

During iland Jake fell asleep because Roza was playing with his hair. 

˖ ✧ ⸻

Sunghoon ( visualz/hoonza ) : 

– 02z – Visuals – Prince and Princess – Possessive Sunghoon – Clingy & touchy – Accidentally kissed on live – Bickering lots – Roza plays with the hair on the back of his head a lot – Roza is the biggest fan of his skating – Always complement each other – Fan fave #3

Iconic moments : 

The time Sunghoon caught Roza staring at his hands and then called her out, making her flustered.

When Roza tripped and Sunghoon caught her kdrama style.

When they got voted top male and female visuals on iland.

During the start of an en o’clock episode Roza was seen playing with Sunghoon's Hair. 

When they went on a skating ‘date’ and earned the nicknames ice prince and princess.

When Sunghoon turned his head towards Roza as she was leaning over his shoulder and their lips touched while they were on live.

˖ ✧ ⸻

Sunoo ( sunza ) : 

– Cuties – Lots of aegyo – Sassy duo – Bickering 24/7 – Annoy the other members – Best reactions since iland – Tom and jerry – Help each other out lots

Iconic moments : 

When they both judged the bad singers on the iland.

They snuggled on the couch on the first day in the dorms after iland.

When decorating cakes Sunoo accidentally knocked Roza’s cake over causing them to burst out laughing. 

Them having an aegyo battle and the staff having to stop them or it wouldn’t end.

When Roza and Sunoo were caught judging Jay and Sunghoon during ‘paradoXXX invasion’ shoot when they were flexing their muscles.

They started arguing during an episode of en-o'clock and made all the staff laugh. 

˖ ✧ ⸻

Sooyoung ( sooza ) :

– Only girls – Gayest ship – Tease each other – Go everywhere together – Holding hands 24/7 – Team up to tease the boys – Met in 2018 – Iconic and most memorable female duo on iland

Iconic moments : 

When Sooyoung made fun of Roza, so Roza chased her. 

When they made fun of Jake’s 10 months ending fairy. 

Any post Produce 48 interaction.

When they saw each other for the first time in months on I-Land.

When they laughed at Eunhae for demanding the male trainees' attention during I-Land.

When they realized they were the only girls with 7 male members and both burst out laughing. 

˖ ✧ ⸻

Jungwon ( meowz/wonza ) : 

– Jays favorites – Cat duo – Sibling energy – Clingy Jungwon – Jungwon relies on Roza a lot – Roza has a soft spot for Jungwon – Roza is the only member that always listens to Jungwon – Roza protects Jungwon from the other members teasing

Iconic moments : 

When Jungwon accidentally called Roza unnie.

Jungwon being the child of Roza and Heeseung during I-Land.

Roza buying Jungwon and Niki ice creams before a live. 

When Jungwon picked her as the member who listens the best so she treated him to dinner.

When they fangirled over Jungkook together on live. 

when Jungwon was clinging to Roza and fell asleep in her arms.

˖ ✧ ⸻

Niki ( yuki ) : 

– Niki is Roza's baby – Both born in Japan – Main dancers – Mum and son energy – Bickering – Roza and Heeseung scolding Niki like he's their child – Niki clingy to Roza – Niki often whines to Roza

Iconic moments : 

When he accidentally called Roza mom. 

Roza bought Niki and Jungwon ice creams before a live.

Niki came up with the duo name Yuki for the both of them. 

Roza defended Niki when the members made fun of his Korean. 

Niki took Roza to meet his family after their concert in Japan.

Niki said on live that he only cries in front of Roza because she is his comfort person.

[mxliv-oftheendless]

How to Set Up Your Actors (Without Really Trying) (Barduil Month Week 1)

Actor AU: In which Thranduil and Bard are costars for a film and Bilbo is, as usual, rather confused on what's happening and very annoyed by everything.

It's Barduil Month! So I thought I'd participate and write some stories for a ship I love! This one was inspired by this Barduil comic drawn by the amazing @corndog-patrol ! Thanks so much for letting me write a story based on the comic! And thank you @bi-widower-dads for setting up this whole event! Hope you guys enjoy!

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When Bilbo’s phone vibrated the moment he sat down at his desk, it should have been a tip off of how the next hour would go. But since Bilbo was a very busy man (Valinor Talent Agency didn’t run itself, after all), who already had quite a lot to do, he elected at first to ignore it. Instead, he focused on opening his calendar and checking to make sure That Meeting was indeed today and he was ready for it. Sure enough, it was there, today at eleven o’clock, so in about twenty minutes.

He sighed and pulled out the drawer containing his emergency stash of headache medicine. He looked at it for a moment, contemplating whether he should be—

His phone vibrated again. He turned it over.

—whether he should be proactive and prepare for a potential headache. Anything was possible, especially when Bilbo didn’t feel awake and caffeinated enough for anything. Which usually ended up being all the time. Maybe he ought to see someone about that.

His phone vibrated yet again. Bilbo huffed and turned to pick up his phone and see what so desperately wanted his attention. What he found was a series of angry text messages from dear cousin Lobelia screaming in a flurry of poor grammar and an excessive use of capital letters. Nope. He was not dealing with that.

There was a series of smart, rapid knocks on the door. “Come on in,” he called as he set his phone down.

The door opened and Thranduil Oropherion swept into his office. Yes, that Thranduil Oropherion—professional stage and film actor, known for his cool professionalism, sharp wit, insightful intelligence, and fashionable dress. And also for his long blond hair that he refused to cut. Thranduil Oropherion also happened have one Bilbo Baggins as his talent agent.

Any lesser man may have been intimidated at the prospect of being the agent of such a high profile and equally high maintenance actor. But Bilbo Baggins was no ordinary man—even if he did often wonder why Thranduil refused to cut his hair when he was usually pretty reasonable about other things.

“Good morning, Bilbo,” Thranduil greeted as he sat down in the chair opposite the desk.

“Morning, Thranduil,” Bilbo returned. “Early as usual, I see.”

“I had to be,” Thranduil sniffed. “Have you seen the traffic this time of day?” He raised a hand to inspect his immaculately done nails. “Couldn’t this meeting have been scheduled at a different time?”

Bilbo sighed. Maybe he should’ve taken the headache medicine after all. “Well, it was the best time for everyone to meet,” he said. “Now, once your costar gets here, we’re going to take an hour or so for you both to get to know each other, then we’re going to the conference room for the Zoom call with the screenwriters to talk about the script—”

“And the director? Where is he in all of this?” Thranduil frowned. “I had hoped he would be here as well. I would like to discuss certain things about the script with him.”

Bilbo turned his phone facedown as it buzzed again. “The director had to call off. He’s meeting with the production company.”

Thranduil’s frown deepened fractionally. “Very well.”

He was sure he would regret asking, but Bilbo still ventured anyway, “What’s wrong with the script?”

“Well first of all, there is a clear lack of vision for the characters. Are my costar and I to be playing one-dimensional stereotypes? There is no buildup or suspense for what is supposed to be a horror plot line, and the horror relies solely on cheap jumpscares rather than any actual fear or dread.”

Now, listen, Bilbo wanted to be more annoyed at these critiques. He was sure any decent screenwriter or director would be. But personally, he just thought to himself that this was why Thranduil was such a professional and well-respected actor—he was knowledgeable not just on how to act but also on all other aspects of a production.

However, he did still think Thranduil was being a bit unfair. “I thought the script was good. Maybe it’s just a bit jarring to you since you haven’t played a protagonist like this one before.” From how Thranduil frowned but didn’t respond, he knew Thranduil knew he had a point. “Which is another reason why it’ll be good to meet with your costar and the screenwriters, since then you can get a better sense of what they want from the part you’re playing. And your costar has done more roles like yours, so he can give you some insight too.”

At the mention of his mysterious costar, Thranduil thankfully dropped the subject of the script. “Where is this costar, anyway?”

“On his way here, most likely.” Maybe that was why his phone kept vibrating, because the costar was calling him. But no, that was his personal phone that was buzzing…

“What is his name… Bard Bowman?”

“Yeah, that’s him.”

“What has he been in recently?”

“His last film was—hang on, you didn’t look into him at all?”

Thranduil sniffed. “Of course not. I’m a professional.”

From how long they’d known each other, Bilbo knew that meant Thranduil thought that would feel too weird and he didn’t want to seem strange for stalking his costar’s filmography. He went on. “Well, his last film was a part in some fantasy film—”

“You mean you don’t remember?” Thranduil quipped.

Bilbo just gave him a snarky smirk. “Of course not. I’m a professional.” He continued. “And then for the last year and a half he’s been on a break. Wanted to spend more time with his kids, his agent said.”

To his dismay, Thranduil’s frown appeared again. “His agent is from Dale Talent, isn’t he? Didn’t they come out of the complete cesspool of corruption that was Laketown Talent?”

Bilbo couldn’t help wincing at the name, and his phone buzzed again as if in agreement. That whole scandal had not been pretty. “They did. But Dale’s model is ethical, they pay their taxes on time, and none of their staff have evasion, public disturbance, or harassment charges. Plus their tea was pretty good.” He glanced at the clock. Five more minutes until eleven. “Right, he’ll probably be here soon. Be nice, alright?”

Thranduil gave him an indignant look. “I am always nice, Bilbo.”

“Not backhanded, passive-aggressive nice. Really nice. And that goes for when you’re meeting with the screenwriters, too.”

Honestly, sometimes he wondered if that scowl was just permanently attached to Thranduil’s face. “That will depend on what they have to say about their barely-passable-quality script.”

Bilbo could feel a headache coming on. Today was not the day to put up with all of this. “Thranduil, as your agent—” He decided to appeal to the actor’s more reasonable side. “—as your friend—I am really begging you to behave.”

Thankfully, it worked; Thranduil’s scowl softened marginally even as he scoffed and crossed his legs. “Please, Bilbo. I am an absolute joy to work with.”

Bilbo leveled him with a withering look. He amended himself. “Yes, I will be polite.”

Bilbo’s phone vibrated again as he sighed and nodded gratefully. “Good.” His phone buzzed again (what was going on?) but he ignored it and checked his agenda. “Now, he’ll be here any minute. So make sure to introduce yourself and find something you both can talk about. You’ll both be needing good chemistry anyway—”

“Why would we need good chemistry?”

Oops. He shouldn’t have said that. Bilbo maintained his cool as his phone buzzed again. “There’s going to be some romance—”

Thranduil’s eyes flashed. “The script did not call for a romance, Bilbo,” he said tensely, the sort of tense calm one would find in a very, very small eye of a hurricane.

Bilbo, however, was not intimidated. “Some things were reworked. You two are going to have a romance plot line. Did you not get the revised script?”

“No!” Thranduil leapt to his feet and paced angrily. “Unbelievable!” he ranted. “What is that hack director thinking, doing such a last minute change? Are we film students in graduate school? Is that what this is?” Bilbo’s phone vibrated again. “And where is that constant buzzing coming from?!”

“It’s my phone,” Bilbo grumbled, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Look, I’m not the one who made the changes—”

“Obviously not, because you know better!” Thranduil whirled around on him in a mess of fury and blond hair. “A last minute change like this is unacceptable! Call that director! We need to discuss—”

Bilbo was seconds away from faceplanting on his desk, when there was a knock on his office door. “‘Scuse me?” someone called from outside.

Bilbo checked his wall clock. Eleven o’clock. He shot Thranduil a glare clearly meaning “Behave,” before saying aloud, “Yes? Come in.”

The door opened, and Bilbo’s headache throbbed a bit more when Bard Bowman politely entered the room. Just great. “Good morning,” Bard said politely. “Are you Mr. Baggins?”

Bilbo tried to arrange his face into a look that didn’t suggest he was one more inconvenience away from throwing something and nodded. “I am, yes.”

Bard’s face split into a grin. “Great!” He came over with an extended hand. “I’m Bard. Glad to finally meet you.”

In spite of the day, Bilbo returned the smile as he shook Bard’s hand. At least Bard’s friendly reputation was true. “And you. You’re right on time.” He turned to Thranduil, hoping at the very least that Thranduil still didn’t look like he’d nearly thrown a diva tantrum a second ago. “Thranduil, your co-star, Bard Bowman.”

To his surprise, Thranduil looked far from angry—he was staring at Bard with an almost… awestruck look on his face. The look reminded Bilbo of the look his nephew Frodo would get when he was staring at the anime characters he thought were especially hot.

Bard, on the other hand, didn’t seem to realize that was Thranduil’s look. He just smiled even wider and happily went to offer a handshake to Thranduil. “I can’t tell you how great it is to be working with you,” he said eagerly. “Your work is just amazing. Really, it’s an honor.”

And then Thranduil did the most unexpected thing: he smiled. And not just any smile, but the charming one he saved for interviews and red carpet reporters. “Please,” he replied, taking Bard’s hand, “the pleasure is mine.”

Really, if Bilbo didn’t have such a headache, he probably would have been flabbergasted by Thranduil’s rapid change of attitude. But as it was, the most he could give was a raised eyebrow. “So, Thranduil, do you still want to talk to—”

“No.”

“Alright then.” One less thing to do, at least. Although he probably would be having a word with the director about letting people know about last minute changes. But he could worry about that later, when he had gotten some coffee and ibuprofen tablets. “Well, how about we get started with—”

His phone vibrated yet again, and this time, it didn’t stop. Bilbo sighed in frustration. “Hold on.” He picked up his phone and looked to see who was calling. It wasn’t a number he remembered saving in his phone… But when he looked at the area code, he suddenly remembered when Drogo told him he’d put Bilbo down as one of Frodo’s emergency contacts at his middle school just in case.

He held up a finger to Bard and Thranduil and left his office to answer the phone. “Hello?”

“Hi, Uncle Bilbo.”

What the— “Frodo?” Why was his eleven-year-old nephew calling from his school's phone?

“Can you pick me up from school? Mum and Dad are both at work.”

Was that what all the texting had been about? “Why do you need to be picked up? What happened?”

“I, uh… got into a fight with Lotho…”

“YOU WHAT—” Bilbo glanced at his office door and lowered his voice. “You what?!”

“It wasn’t my fault! He was bullying Tom Cotton and—”

Bilbo’s headache throbbed and he rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Actually, Frodo, don’t. Explain it when I get there.” He checked his watch and calculated how long it would take to pick up Frodo and come back. Yes, he could manage it. “I’ll be there in ten minutes. Do not do anything until I get there.”

“Thanks, Uncle Bilbo!”

“You’re welcome. Be there soon.”

Bilbo hung up and rubbed his forehead, then went back into his office. Bard and Thranduil had sat down on Bilbo’s couch, talking about something, with Thranduil sitting far closer than Bilbo had expected. “Excuse me,” he said.

The two actors looked up at him. “Everything all right?” Bard asked.

God, he wished. “Sorry about this, but my nephew called and I need to pick him up from school. His parents are both at work.”

Thranduil smirked, and Bilbo had no doubt he was wondering what Frodo, who was usually such a well-behaved child, had done to be sent home from school. He could not let Frodo tell him; Thranduil would probably buy him ice cream. Bard on the other hand nodded in understanding. “I understand. I can reschedule, if you like. My kids are in school too, so I’m pretty open most days.”

“Actually, it won’t take long, about twenty minutes, maybe, so why don’t you both get something to eat?”

Thranduil smoothly interjected. “I think that’s a fantastic idea,” he said, giving that charming smile to Bard again (and did Bard shift and smile a little back, or was that Bilbo’s headache muddling things?). “Have you been to the cafe downstairs? They serve excellent coffee.”

Bard smiled at him. “No, can’t say I have.”

“Well, that just will not do. We can eat and,” he smiled coyly, “get acquainted while Bilbo fetches his nephew.”

“Well, that sounds perfect.”

Bilbo wondered if he was supposed to feel like a third wheel right now. “Right, well,” he awkwardly went over to his desk to grab his keys. “Good. You two, get to know each other, and I’ll be back soon.”

As he left the two to… whatever was starting to happen between them… he looked at his phone again to see what all the vibrating earlier had been about. It turned to have been several more very angry text messages from dear cousin Lobelia, ranting and raving at him about how Drogo and Primula were raising a violent, wild child and he needed to stage an intervention so that Frodo wouldn’t attack her dear, sweet Lotho ever again. Ah, so that was what all that was. Frodo must have won that fight against Lotho.

Bilbo sighed and rubbed his forehead. He wasn’t sure what just happened or what he had just done for Thranduil and Bard back there in his office, but either way, he still had a feeling Thranduil would get Frodo ice cream for something today.

[faroffsong]

1. whats your favorite thing in your room?

9. whats your favorite love language?

11. if you had three wishes, would you use them?

18. whats the most prominent dream youve had?

25. whats your favorite holiday?

32. whats a dealbreaker for you?

37. where do you go to be alone?

40. whos voice do you enjoy?

42. whats one thing you wanna do but havent yet?

46. whats your favorite season?

47. whats your favorite time of day?

64. how do you respond to compliments?

70. whats your favorite ship?

71. whats your favorite song?

75. do you bite your lips?

81. whats your least favorite animal?

93. whats your favorite item of clothing?

97. do you make a wish at 11:11?

Thank you, my dear! ^_^ 1. whats your favorite thing in your room?

My beeswax candles!

9. whats your favorite love language?

I haven’t ever thought about love languages much, but probably… quality time, though I’m not much of a talker. Kind of just. Being with someone, but not having to make conversation or do anything exciting.

11. if you had three wishes, would you use them?

Yes. I’m not sure what I would wish for—I’d have to think about it a long time to make sure I’m using them responsibly—but I definitely wouldn’t have to think about whether or not to use them.

18. whats the most prominent dream youve had?

I’ve had a few vivid, memorable ones involving unpleasant things like demons… But I prefer to remember the vivid, nice ones I’ve had. Sometimes I feel things in dreams I’ve never felt before, things I can’t even imagine what they would feel like in reality. I’ve had a few about falling in love, or already being in love. Those were my favourites.

25. whats your favorite holiday?

Easter. A few years ago I would have said Christmas, but I think it’s been Easter all along.

32. whats a dealbreaker for you?

Like… in a relationship? I’m not quite sure I understand this question. I’ll assume it means in a friendship or relationship of some kind. In which case my answer is very simple and basic: unkindness, especially slander/gossip about other people.

37. where do you go to be alone?

My room, with the door closed. It’s so nice to have a door that I can close now.

40. whos voice do you enjoy?

My dad has a nice singing voice. I also like to listen to my boss and his sister chatting together outside whilst I water the arena, when I can’t make out what they’re saying, just the sound of their voices. I don’t know why.

42. whats one thing you wanna do but havent yet?

Only one thing? …Pass my driving test. I have a lot more driving and 12 lessons to get through first.

46. whats your favorite season?

SPRING. SPRING SPRING SPRING. 🌹🌿🌸🌺🌱🍃🌷🌼

47. whats your favorite time of day?

Evening, at about 8 o’clock when all my work is (hopefully) done and I can rest.

64. how do you respond to compliments?

Blushing, stammering, and a profuse amount of “thank you”s.

70. whats your favorite ship?

😏 RISERANDBILLIE. That and Parker and Hardison.

71. whats your favorite song?

At the moment it’s Farewell, Farewell by Danú.

75. do you bite your lips?

Maybe a little bit when they’re dry.

81. whats your least favorite animal?

…Spiders? I don’t like spiders.

93. whats your favorite item of clothing?

Right now it’s a new jumper I bought. It’s light and comfortable and a pretty slate-blue.

97. do you make a wish at 11:11?

I didn’t know that was a thing! So, no.

^_^ <3

[capt-carter-mostly-official]

Hi captain! *salute and wink*

i'm bored can you tell me a war story?

-@azalea-romanoff

Hello there Lea, glad to hear from you!

I’d be happy to, now what would be a good one… hmmm, I can think of a few.

But let’s go with the time I visited my old school with the 107th, since that’s a pretty one and I honestly don’t want to talk about death today.

So, it’s December 1944, it’s new years. We’re all on leave, but not long enough for the boys to ship back to the states. So, what am I supposed to do, leave them in some rooming house in London or Bath and trust them to survive it? Of course not, that would be incredibly stupid.

So, I show up at my brother Michael’s door with these eight mostly American guys in full uniform two days before New Years. Since I’d enlisted, Michael had moved to the same town I’d gone to school in, and coincidentally the one where Angie Martinelli worked at the recruiter’s office. She was a the daughter of an American businessman and his British wife, she’d grown up in New York until she had been sent to the same boarding school as I was. To make a long story short, we’d fallen in love. Which was incredibly stupid, but I never managed to regret it.

She was, in fact, boarding with Michael because I’d introduced them, and when he found out they lived in the same town, he said he couldn’t not give a proper home to his little sister’s best friend. He had eventually found out about us, and by some miracle it was just fine. And of course, she was home. So I’m here, standing on the porch in full uniform with the Howling Commandos, in the snow, in this little town in England, and Angie comes running down the stairs with her hair in pin curls and a shawl over her nightgown and tackles me in a hug, and we’re just grinning and hugging while Michael’s still stunned in the doorway. She looks around, raises her eyebrows, and says “you didn’t say you were bringin’ guests English! Where are we gonna put all these folks?” And Michael just starts laughing his ass off and waves everyone in. They all stomp off their boots and start leaving their shoes by the door like me and Angie.

So eventually we figure out where we’re sleeping everyone; me and Angie sharing her room, Steve and Bucky in mine with Frenchie, Monty and Jonsey on their floor, everyone else on sofas and chairs and a few on the floor. And we all wind up in the kitchen at probably ten o’clock that night drinking tea, because me and Monty had been complaining about the tea Jim had gotten. And Angie and Bucky are commiserating about how horrible me and Steve are to keep an eye on, and suddenly Dum Dum says “hey Miss Union Jack, this your girl?” And then the room got incredibly quite incredibly quickly. Steve, who of course had figured it out within minutes of hearing me mention her for the first time, looked prepared punch him if necessary, Michael was ready to kill the whole room from how he was standing. But also, these men had been alright when they’d found out about Buck and Steve — that’s an entirely different story — after a bit of explaining, and would kill to keep that secret. So, I grabbed Angie’s hand and nodded rather sharply before telling them that “yes, this is my girl, and anyone who has anything to say about it can walk out that door right now and never come back.” Michael just shrugged and smiled. “What, you thought she’d do what our dad wanted?” Was his answer(for context, Dad always wanted me to get married young to a young, respectable, Christian family man. Dad and I were never very close) and Dum Dum nodded and proceeded to decidedly un-subtly spike his tea.

The next day, we somehow wound up deciding to visit me and Angie’s old school, because both of us knew being stuck there over the holiday break was always lonely and it would be nice to see some old teachers. However, the boys only had one change of clothes and both needed to be washed, so we were all in uniform, and I was in my standard officer’s uniform. So we arrive, as our now world-famous selves, to an all-girls boarding school on New Year’s Eve, bearing a large bag of candy and some popping corn we’d picked up from the grocery.

There were about a fifteen, maybe twenty girls left in the place, and all of them were incredibly excited, particularly when Miss Ashton, the headmistress, came down to tell them I’d been a student here. They all knew Angie, she visited often, but they pulled stories out of me for the whole morning, and then convinced all of us to go ice skating on the pond. Which went horribly. Me and Angie knew how, and Bucky was decent enough. Steve chose to sit on the side, In Bucky and Dum Dum’s coats as well as his own, and draw with the youngest girl, who I think was probably about twelve. Dum Dum fell on his face, Monty and Jim started teaching a few to play hockey, and eventually they found enough sticks in the woods to start a game with a rock and a bunch of tree branches. Everyone was just laughing and it was so beautiful. We came in probably around four and made all the popcorn and the teachers who were left joined us. There were stories and songs and Michael came down with some food and we spent New Year’s Eve there.

We shipped out again about three days later. That was the last time I saw Angie. But we did have a “ceremony” on New Year’s Day. We exchanged necklaces, since rings would be too risky, and said vows we made up on the spot with the Commandos and Michael as our witnesses. Frenchie’s dad has been a pastor, so he officiated. It was beautiful. We didn’t say it was a marriage, because we were too afraid. But that’s what it was. She was my wife in every way that mattered. And… I found a letter in a box. From Angie, to me. Signed “your wife, Angie”

So I suppose I’m a widow now. I guess I never really thought about it that way before.

[anthonysstupiddailyblog]

Anthony’s Stupid Daily Blog (1060): Thu 13th Feb 2025

Went to the town to book myself in for THREE tattoos in one session. I went back to Illuminaughty since they did a fantastic job on my demon drink tattoo. This time around I’m getting the Pixies logo complete with the eyes from the cover of Trompe Le Monde (even though that’s my least favourite Pixies album but the cover looks the best), the three leaf skull clover from a Dropkick Murphys shirt and the doughnut with icing in the style of Eddie Van Halen’s Frankenstrat. I was hoping to get the Pixies logo on my hand but now I think it would be better to swap with the ice cream with the jiu jitsu colours I was going to get as part of the sleeve. These three tats on my upper left arm should make the sleeve look like it’s nearing completion. The tattoo artist said she’d do all three for only £180 which is way cheaper than I was expecting since the big Eddie from Iron Maiden I got from TripleSix was £500. I’ve got an appointment with them booked for Thursday which I’m super excited for but also my shift at work is going to be so damn painful and I hope I don’t leave a huge trail of blood across the floor (although given where I work someone choosing the harm themselves so bad that they bleed is not beyond the realms of possibility so it’s not like they’ll be able to tie it specifically to me). 

This afternoon we went to a new place called the Sheepfolds for Dads birthday meal. This is an old industrial space that has been converted into a string of restaurants and cafes similar to the stack in Seaburn. However the Seaburn stack is made up of converted shipping containers where is this is just a large formerly empty space surrounded by four giant walls. I’ll be completely honest, the entrance way with a giant brick arch makes it resemble more of a concentration camp than a restaurant hub. Dad, Lauren and Luna met up with me at five o’clock and the second we went inside Dad was immediately unimpressed and genuinely said “Shall we just go to McDonalds?”….for his birthday meal. I wouldn’t have minded so much but at the moment he said this a man was walking past him who my sister identified as Si King from the Hairy Bikers and the owner of the restaurant Dad had just slammed as being inferior to McDonalds. We decided to go to a little Italian place which was really nice but the pasta I got was smaller than the piece of Donald Trumps ear that got shot off so I’m happy I ordered a starter of garlic potatoes and some soup to go along with it. 

[gravesendstories]

Gravesend Chronicles #14: Lunch in Brooklyn -- Many Happy Returns.

I travel a few times a week from Queens to visit my mother, who is now 90, at her assisted living facility in Sheepshead Bay Brooklyn, not far from where I grew up. It’s a fairly long drive back and forth, but making these visits is the only way I can see her. She’s incredibly patient and calm for someone who has several physical limitations and can’t do much on her own.

I go whenever I have a free weekday or on weekends, usually late morning into early afternoon, and I try to time it so that I can have lunch with her. I bring roughly the same lunch for her with minor variations: usually a small eggplant parmigiana sandwich, because she seems to prefer that over whatever else I bring her.

This makes sense -- it was a favorite in our house when I was growing up. The meals my mother cooked for my sister, my father and me were made from old- school, traditional Italian dishes, and I always loved the particular way she made them. Eggplant parmigiana was in fact one of the very last meals she made during my weekly visits to our old house when she lived alone after my dad passed away. It gradually became too difficult for her to stand in the kitchen and cook the way she'd always done, so for a few years she lived with my sister.

Whenever I visit with her at lunchtime, it brings back a flood of memories from my childhood: running around with my friends all day on the weekends or after school, playing boxball or handball, or riding our bikes down streets where other kids were often playing wiffle-ball. When it began to get dark outside we knew it was time for dinner, and we scrambled in different directions back to our respective homes.

For my entire life, my mother had been an excellent cook and made scrumptious meals. I was always amazed that she'd work at her job from early in the morning 'til four or five in the evening and then come home and make an absolutely first-rate dinner for the family. My father wasn’t the demanding sort, but he held a special reverence for good food -- this particular stereotype about Italians is true.

My mother had trained as a seamstress back in Italy, when she was still in her teens. She made most of my clothes from the time I was born until I was about six. Though she worked for most of her life in sweatshops, sewing and stitching garments to be shipped off to all parts of the country, I rarely heard my mother complain of her lot. This happened only in cases of serious abuse.

This sort of stoicism isn’t unusual in people of her generation, especially those who lived through World War II. They simply learned to persevere and look for ways to move forward and try to suffer as little as possible — complaints would not be of any use.

When we got to the states, the only work she could get was with the kind of shops that had rows and rows of very old sewing machines that cranked along all day at ear-deafening volume, and which were run by young, often immigrant women for the enrichment of a few fatcats who made the real money.

Occasionally on school holidays, but when both my parents had to work, I'd go with one of them to their job site — day care was not something they'd have considered, or could afford. I can recall what it was like at one of the sewing factories I visited. Even at a very young age I could see that it was a harsh and oppressive experience for most of the workers.

There were rows of women grimly bent over their sewing machines, of course, but the image that sticks in my mind is one of seeing the older men who worked at the ironing stations. They wore t-shirts because working the hot irons and large steam presses was unbearably hot. They looked really old to me, sweaty, grizzled, with five o’clock shadows, a cigarette permanently hanging from sides of their mouths. They would press the freshly sewn garments, repeating the same movements all day long. I'd watch the smoke coming from their cigarettes, swirling upward and dissolving into the steam rising from the presses, and I'd marvel at this sight, it was mesmerizing to me.

The noise in these places could be deafening: two or three dozen machines going all at once, plus the steam presses. The sheer strangeness of these sweatshops was like something out of a David Lynch movie. I loved watching all this, but being just nine or ten, I’d quickly get bored, and so would sit near my mother and read my Movie Monster magazines -- I never got tired of those. Some of the women -- my mother's friendlier co-workers -- looked at these magazines and laughed or told me I shouldn’t be looking at such gruesome stuff. They thought it would scare me. They didn't quite get it that to me, all that gruesome stuff was just funny.

I find that sharing these lunches with my mother frequently takes me back to a certain day when I was in catholic elementary school at St. Francis of Assisi. I was only seven or eight. Once a week at the school cafeteria, it was pizza day. It was everyone's favorite. The pizza was thin with a very soft crust, cut into large rectangular pieces. The nuns who worked various jobs, including in the kitchen, would slice these larger slabs into smaller square pieces, using a large pair of tailor’s scissors: It’s an image I'll never forget.

After lunch the kids would go out to the schoolyard to play until the nuns corralled us back into our classrooms. The nuns terrified us -- the corporal punishment they dealt us was real: each of us received it and were made to watch as it was administered to others. It was genuinely cruel and quite disturbing by today’s standards.

On one such pizza day, a nun pulled me aside in the schoolyard and walked me back to the building, where I could see my mother waiting. But what was she doing here?

This was extremely unusual. I thought I was in trouble. Why would she come to see me at school in the middle of a working day? She took me into an alcove away from the playground and asked if I was hungry. She then pulled from her bag a sandwich wrapped in wax paper. I knew that she'd made it for herself, but was now sharing it with me: cheese and lettuce on rye — a fairly meager helping for someone who would be working in a sweat shop for eight hours.

She had a small plastic lemon squeeze bottle with some wine vinegar in it and would squeeze a few drops onto this sandwich for a bit of flavor. We stood there in that alcove eating together, my mother handing me small bits she would tear off. It was all a bit awkward, probably for her as well. I vaguely wondered why she had come but said nothing, and was happy to eat what she gave me since I hadn't had any of the school-lunch pizza. I hadn’t really given much thought about lunch, as usual I was busy chatting and cavorting with the other kids.

Years later, remembering this day, it dawned on me that my mother left her workplace because she had likely forgotten either to make lunch for me that morning or to give me money for a cafeteria lunch, probably in a rush to get to work. So, not wanting me to go hungry, she left work, traveled all the way to the school and shared her lunch with me.

I look back on these moments and realize the incredible sacrifices my parents made to raise my sister and myself, and to protect us from the suffering and indignities they endured when they were young. Having lived through the war -- WWII -- they experienced hunger and saw horrible things. When they had the opportunity to make a better life, they ran with it. My dad started training to be a mason when he was ten, I think he completed 5th grade. He went AWOL from the army in Italy to go to Argentina for better opportunities. Both my parents were simple people, my mother came from an extremely poor, rural and isolated town in the mountains of southern of Italy.

Providing and preparing food -- and observing the near-sacredness of a dinner ritual -- this was a way for my parents to show they cared for us, that we were looked after and loved. My mother made a special trip to bring me a meager little sandwich at school, this was a way to show this. A mother will never let her child go hungry if she can help it. The memory of that moment has always stood out for me about my mother: She was incredibly caring and generous, sometimes to a fault.

[beautifulhigh]

Flight

When I was doing my gap year in Australia I’d booked to go up to the Whitsundays for a week. At the end of the week I was at the little airport, waiting for my flight back to Brisbane. It’s a shuttle plane - flies up, flies back - and so we can all see it. Sitting there. But nothing is happening. We’ve all checked in, we watched our bags be loaded onto the plane. Again, it’s right there.

It’s very hot. The guy who usually turns up for an hour or so with his little cart to sell drinks and ice creams to a captive tourist audience is still there as well and he’s doing a roaring trade with his limited stock.

After about two and a bit hours of us just staring at the plane we notice the gates being opened, and in comes a fire truck and a police car (and this was well before my LS days) and now we’re all worried as hell. The plane is now cordoned off and we can’t see what’s going on.

It takes them another hour to tell us they’re cancelling the flight as they found a “suspicious white powder” in the hold. We’re all shipped off to a hotel for the night, without our bags, and brought back at stupid o’clock the next morning for the flight back.

Didn’t get to do a head count to find out who had been caught smuggling something.

Car

One of my cousins got married a few years back and so the family decamped to London for the ceremony. Wonderful day, my brother and sister-in-law planned to extend their child-free time with an extra day in the Big Smoke, so it’s me and my parents in the car on the drive back up north.

I’m in the back, doing whatever, and because I’m not used to not being the driver I keep opening up Waze. Suddenly it starts throwing all kinds of reports at me.

ME: We need to get off the A1. Take the next exit DAD: Why? ME: Don’t know yet. Lots of reports of delays and standstill traffic after the next exit. DAD: You’re sure? ME: Just do it, the exit is here, take it.

He does, and through a combination of Waze and Google Maps I navigate us through country roads and small towns to skip the long section of the motorway. We find out pretty soon after that there had been a MAJOR crash. The kind that locks down the whole motorway for hours, helicopters flying in, the works.

And because we took such a sudden exit on the motorway, a few people figured out what was happening and followed us. So I Pied Piper’d about half a dozen cars away from sitting in traffic for the rest of the day.

Boat

This isn’t a drama one, more of a fun one. Dad has a canal boat and a few years ago he got to live out his dream of taking the boat down the Thames. We were on a canal boat going past the Houses of Parliament (ya boo sucks) and through central London and it was amazing.

Train

Think my only real train story is that I was at King Cross waiting for my train when they notified us that there had been a derailment and so nothing could leave/enter Kings Cross, and we were advised to all go to Euston as our tickets would be honoured for the best train up the west coast.

An entire concourse of people then flood to the Underground station. Meanwhile I walk out the main doors, turn right, and walk for about ten minutes up the road to the station. The customer service team are there, braced for impact, and I walk in and establish what train is best for me to get. Just as I’ve been reissued with my ticket there is a rush of people coming up from the Underground station like the proverbial floodgate has been open.

Moral of the story: places in London are closer together than you think. Check an actual map.

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Anyway, safe travels m’love!

TRAVEL STORIES

travel is such a privilege and I love it with my entire being, but airports are the WORST and I'm super bored so I put the following question to some mutuals but also to tumblr at large:

what is your funniest/worst/most chaotic travel story?

need some serotonin to get me through these flight delays 🙏 also I just love interacting with you @rmd-writes @celeritas2997 @sarcasticslothy @daisymae-12 @beautifulhigh @strandnreyes @reyesstrand @freneticfloetry @fitzherbertssmolder @hoko-onchi-writes @actual-sleeping-beauty @alltheprettyplaces @carlos-in-glasses @heartstringsduet @wtfuckevenknows @largepeachicedtea @firstprince-history-huh @ambiguouspenny

[sunnydalebimbo]

Angel writers: Spends 3 seasons shaping Angel into his own character away from being Buffy’s sad, shirtless boyfriend. Developing him into a likable if deeply flawed person with quirks and (oh god) a personality, giving him a character arc with a genuinely interesting and nuanced take on redemption and atonement. A person? man? things? who’s genuinely trying to be better but struggles due to the nature of being a demon, trauma, and his disconnect from people and society? That’s kind of a cool idea! And Angel (kinda) diverts the trope of a “lone male hero” as the narrative has Angel develop complex emotional friendships and relationships, and enter a mutual partnership with a woman he clearly loves and respects. His arch also shows that isolating yourself is what will force you back into the darkness, while also having Angel take culpability for his actions. And his arc (very nicely) ultimately culminated to the birth of Angel’s son, forcing Angel to rely on his friends and intermingle with humanity and society in a way he’s never had to before, to confront the horrific father/sire that was Angelus, and to deal with his messed-up relationship with his own disapproving father. Tying together Angel’s current self, past soulless self, and human self in a very raw, human way, leaving Angel at the height of his character development. Also, at the least, he’s isn’t the absolute worst person alive.

Also Angel writers: What if in Season 4 and especially Season 5 we make Angel into an irredeemably awful person? What if we have him regress completely and become a horrible friend and father?? What if we have him go back to stalking Buffy but even more creepily and without reason this time??? What if we make it so that he’s not so much “morally grey” as a “legit psychopath”???? Haha wouldn’t that be funny. Aren’t we great! Woohoo 🥳😍🤩!!!

[bitchinbarzal]

five more minutes | luke hughes

summary; I liked this song so it’s a song fic!

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Eight years old, couple cane poles sittin' down by the creek

Lines in the water watchin' those bobbers, seein' that red sun sink

Mama's on the porch yellin', "Supper's hot, y'all come and get it"

We yelled, "Five more minutes"

“y/n, luke c’mon you too! Dinners getting cold!” Ellen shouted down the yard to the dock where you both sat watching the fish.

“Five more minutes mom!”

“You can come back out after but you’ve gotta eat!” She demanded and the two groaned, standing from their sports and marching up the garden to the table where everyone else waited for them.

“About time, I’m starving!” Jack moaned, finally able to eat his burger.

“Yeah we had to wait for you Lukey and your girlfriend” Quinn taunted.

Their dad gave both of them a stern look “Knock it off you two, you’re making poor y/n uncomfortable”

You smiled, burger in hand and ketchup smeared on your cheek “It’s okay I’ve got brothers too and they suck also”

The two choked on their food and Jim let out a laugh “She’s funny, I think she’ll fit right in here”

After dinner it was getting dark.

“Mom we’re going down to the dock again!” Luke announced

“I don’t think so you two, it’s late and y/n sweetheart your mom will be wanting you home soon”

“five minutes? Please mom?” Luke begged

“Okay five minutes and I mean it! No chancing it remember you’re still only eight young man” she kissed his forehead and let you go.

At sixteen it was 12:03 standin' at her front door

Katie's dad said midnight, but we needed just a little more

Yellow light flippin' on and off, interruptin' that goodnight kissin'

We wanted five more minutes

“Twelve o’clock you return my daughter Hughes” is what your dad said when luke picked you up for your date.

“Yes sir, twelve o’clock like the past eight years we’ve been friends” he made a playful jab but your dad didn’t laugh

“Well you weren’t dating her then, it’s different criteria now”

Your date was perfect, he’d taken you to the fair and it was just carefree. It was very You.

Luke landed you on the porch at 11:57, before the cut off.

You stood in front of him on the porch, hands cradling his “I had a lot of fun tonight, thanks Lu”

“Anything for my girl” he smiled, brushing the hair from your eyes behind your ears.

You watched his eyes as Luke’s head slowly dipped down and right before he was going to kiss you…

the porch lights began flickering

You both groaned simultaneously

The door opened and your dad mumbled “twelve o three kid, you’re late”

“Five more minutes sir?” He almost begged and you gave a pleading look.

“Fine but I’m deducting ten the next time you take her out!”

At eighteen, turned my helmet in and walked to the fifty-yard line

Just the coach and me after we lost eighteen to nine

And I cried, "Man, next time to get in here, I'll have to buy a ticket

Can't you give me five more minutes?"

They had returned from Florida, unsuccessful once again.

Everyone was moping around and making calls — the calls. Mackie and Duke never even left Florida, Luke and Eddy had to pack their stuff in a box and ship it out to Florida.

Luke found himself at the brunt end of phone calls from Jack, Nico, the organization. He just wanted to breathe.

He found himself in Yost on a Friday night all alone.

He sat in one of the seats, it felt weird he’d never sat here before.

He stared at the ice thinking of all the memories; his first goal, his team, his first hattrick.

“It’s weird to sit alone in the dark you know?” Your voice broke him out of his thoughts, turning to see you on the concourse.

“What are you doing here?”

“I had to grab my camera from the media room I’ve got an interview with Mackie tomorrow about signing that I need it for” you explained, sitting in the seat next to him and dropping your head onto his shoulder.

“Whatcha thinking about?”

“The next time i wanna get in here, I’ll have to buy a ticket” he mumbled.

“I’ll get you in, media perks and all that” you joked and he chuckled only lightly

“I’m serious y/n, I feel like I wasn’t even in college two seconds now suddenly everyone’s trying to pull me out I just need five more minutes!” He snapped, frustratedly sitting forward.

Your hand rested on his back and you kissed him shoulder “You’ve got all the time in the world baby, I’m here when you’re ready”

He looked up at you, eyes red and strained “Can we have five more minutes?” He looked towards the ice and you nodded.

You both took off downstairs and got on skates before headed off doing calm laps of the ice, hand in hand.

“I wish we were kids in the dock again” Luke grumbles, turning to face you and skate backwards.

You smile “We gotta grow up sometime kid”

The lights turn on and catch both of your attention. Reggie, the cleaning guy stands ice side “you kids gotta go!”

“Five more minutes?” You ask, a soft smile on your face and he shrugs “Only five! And because you’re my favourite!”

please give us five more minutes?

You sobbed and sobbed into his hoodie, gripping onto him for dear life “Baby I’ve gotta go”

“No not yet” you cried.

“You said that last time, I promise you it’s going to be fine” he pulled you away from his body and looked you in the eyes “you’ll be in jersey with me in no time”

You pouted, sniffling “just give me five more minutes”

“My flights boarding” he states, checking his watch.

You lean forward, wrapping your arms around him and sniffling into his chest “I love you Lu, I’m so proud of you”

“I know love, my biggest fan always but I do really have to go” he urges, pulling you away from his body and holding your face.

You lean up and kiss him before mumbling “You’ve got to walk away now Luke because if you don’t I won’t let you go”

“Okay I’m going” with one last kiss

You step back under Mark’s arm watching Luke walk through the airport and begin crying again. Mark rubs up and down your arm “He’ll be great y/n”

“We just needed five more minutes”

[northlight14]

It’s rambling about rare pairs O’clock bitches so buckle in!!

Today we have Mondo X Byakuya because not enough love is given to this ship!! Granted, Naegami and Ishimondo will forever own my heart but Mondo and Byakuya definitely have the potential for some great interactions.

To preface this, I’ve only finished the first danganronpa game and I’m only onto the 3rd trial in the second game. Please don’t give me spoilers for anything beyond that or any other type of danganronpa content. All these points are gonna be based off of the first game and there will be spoilers for that game so warnings for that

For these headcanon’s, just assume I’m talking about a non-despair au

Ok, in terms of tropes, right off the bat we’ve got the rebel x prep kinda dynamic which I love. It’s also just two assholes in love which honestly is a very fun trope when done right. Also enemies to lovers, which is best trope

Would they argue a lot? Probably. I don’t see this being a relationship that would last forever. HOWEVER, I do think they’d have a good impact on each other in the time they are together. We all know Mondo is very insecure about his masculinity meanwhile Byakuya at least seems to be more comfortable with things seen as typically “feminine.” He has his clothes be professionally made and takes great care in his appearance and (ignoring the whole Chihiro situation), he states several times that he doesn’t want to touch a dead body, something the other characters in the game seem to consider a more “masculine” trait, calling it weird that Kyoko is so comfortable touching dead bodies while being a girl, among other things (these gender roles are so weird, bro😅). So I think Byakuya would be able to help Mondo with seeing a new side to masculinity and being a man that isn’t just violence, yelling or having to asset physical strength. After all, Byakuya is more in touch with what is stereotypically seen as “feminine” traits and he’s one of the most powerful men in the country!

In contrast, Mondo could help Byakuya relax a bit and just live freely, embracing life rather than working 24/7 for once. These 2 could give each other a moment to just breathe and not have to worry about being the best for once and I think that’s really important

They also have a lot in common when it comes to their backstories. No one on this Earth can convince me that Byakuya doesn’t feel some sense of guilt or survivors guilt over what happened to his siblings. Granted, they may not have physically died (not by his hand, anyway) but they’re still seen as dead to the family and their lives were ruined because Byakuya defeated them. Meanwhile, we know Mondo has some really intense survivors guilt over his brother. Because of this, I think they’d be able to understand each other in a way most others can’t. Mondo I think would also fucking hate Byakuya’s dad (same bro) and would either help Byakuya stand up to him or would yell at him on Byakuya’s behalf (cut to Byakuya falling in love with him all over again.)

Both have a competitive streak that means there’s a lot of opportunities for fun banter and friendly competitions

I headcanon Mondo is trans, and at this point I will forget that that’s not just canon. As for Byakuya, I think he’d realise later in life that he’s non-binary. All I’m saying is, t4t couple my beloved. They also both have ADHD in my mind (mainly for projecting reasons) and just them bonding over their experiences and trauma related to that I just thejfhwbskfhs

[enha-roza]

SOOYOUNG SHIPS

Heeseung ( heesoo ) : 

– sibling relationship – protective older brother vibes – besties for life – Sooyoung forces him to play Roblox with her – cute height difference – Sooyoung always embarrasses him – Heeseung treats Sooyoung like she’s the Maknae – least active on social media (barely any selfies of them together)

Iconic moments : 

Heeseung taught Sooyoung how to play shooting games (she still sucks)

When Heeseung knocked his cake over Sooyoung made him a new one

Heeseung was like an older brother to Sooyoung during I-Land

Heeseung is very protective of Sooyoung when attending award shows. 

When Heeseung interrupted Sooyoung’s live and scared her. 

When they get really competitive during en-o’clocks 

˖ ✧ ⸻

Jay ( youngjay ) : 

– Yelling at each other in English – Sugar Daddy Jay – Lame dad jokes – Fashion Besties – Sooyoung accidentally deleted Jays number – underrated – Sooyoung's personal chef – Like going on late night walks together

Iconic moments : 

he loves staring at her and has been caught a little too many times by engenes

Sooyoung finds him effortlessly funny and always laughs hard at his jokes

Most protective of Sooyoung and glares at male idols who stare at her. 

Have opposite aesthetic and this was pointed out on en-o’clock

When Jay brought Sooyoung over $200 of gifts because she asked

He babies her too much at times but he knows how much she loves it.

˖ ✧ ⸻

Jake ( sooyun ) : 

– Sooyoung is Jake’s personal Photographer – English buddyz – Most hyper duo – Always Bully each other – Justin Bieber fans – Bring out the weird side in each other – Jake loves making Sooyoung laugh – Cuddle/Nap Buddies

Iconic moments : 

Sooyoung making fun of Jake for flirting with fans on live. 

When Jake accidentally tripped Sooyoung during the sports en-o’clock episode.

When they went for a walk on the beach at night and scared their managers who thought they were missing.

Her favorite thing is to get piggyback rides from him because she knows he cant say no. 

He likes to team up with Sunghoon to tease her.

Even if his in the middle of talking his eyes will drift to her when she walks by.

˖ ✧ ⸻

Sunghoon ( soohoon ) : 

– Tom and jerry since iland – Sooyoung thinks Sunghoon is very handsome – Sunghoon Calls Sooyoung a child – Sunghoon Forces Sooyoung to take photos of him – Sooyoung calls Sunghoon rat – Sunghoon teasers Sooyoung 24/7 – never message each other – Sunghoon always wipes his hands on Sooyoung

Iconic moments : 

her eyes always seem to be glued on him. 

He likes to team up with Jake to tease her.

They always reassure each other when the other is feeling insecure.

one minute they are best friends and the next they are arguing.

He always reminds her that she can rely on him and to not bottle up her feelings.

Always pretends to fight and throw punches at her just to annoy her.

˖ ✧ ⸻

Roza ( girlz/sooza ) :

– only girls – Gayest ship – Tease each other – Go everywhere together – Holding hands 24/7 – Team up to tease the boys – Met in 2018 – Iconic and most memorable female duo on iland

Iconic moments : 

When Sooyoung made fun of Roza, so Roza chased her. 

When they made fun of Jake’s 10 months ending fairy. 

Any post produce interaction.

When they saw each other for the first time in months on I-Land.

When they laughed at Eunhae for demanding the male trainees' attention during I-Land.

When they realized they were the only girls with 7 male members and both burst out laughing. 

˖ ✧ ⸻

Sunoo ( soonoo ) : 

– iconic pair – Sassy duo – Matching outfits – Heavily shipped by engenes – Twins – Cutest duo – Team up on other members – Besties since day 1 on iland

Iconic moments : 

Immediately became close on I-Land

Sooyoung being Sunoo's biggest supporter

Shared the first place bed on I-Land when Sunoo got first. 

Sooyoung making waffles for Sunoo on live.

Sunoo buying Sooyoung her favorite flowers for her birthday.

Sooyoung stayed up late to help teach Sunoo choreography during I-Land.

˖ ✧ ⸻

Jungwon ( soowon ) : 

– Sibling relationship – Bicker all the time – always teasing each other – Dance Jams together – Most Sooyoung photo are thank to Jungwon, as Sooyoung rarely posts. – Both hate physical activity – Cute boba eyes – always do lives together

Iconic moments : 

Them doing their four hour long live.

Both sitting out on more physical Activities.

Sooyoung trying to recreate Jungwon’s killer smile and Jungwon immediately covering her face.

Doing the stink face to each other randomly.

Jungwon carrying Sooyoung and dropping her during a concert.

Sooyoung saying Jungwon is the little brother she always wanted.

˖ ✧ ⸻

Niki ( sooki ) : 

– Sooyoung’s Annoying little brother – Endless Bickering – Never not arguing – Constantly teasing each other – Pros at embarrassing the other – occasionally sweet to each other – Late night convenience store buddies – Niki teaching Sooyoung Japanese

Iconic moments : 

Their en-log where they went to a convenient store at night and got lost.

Blaming each other when they burnt pancakes while cooking.

Sooyoung tackling Niki when he tried spilling a secret of hers.

Jungwon telling them off for bickering during a live and them giggling.

Niki accidentally calling Sooyoung 'Roza' and Sooyoung being offended.

Niki Bumping Sooyoung and spilling her drink on her white shirt.