#good gravy i am crying

[hamletisabitch]

Time Adventure is so wonderful to me, it pulls together the humanity so beautifully. Because there have always been teen heroes and women mad with grief. There has always been an ache, and brotherhood, and first love. And as long as there are living beings, there always will be. These characters matter to us, yes, and also they are archetypes with a legacy. They are always, always-will happen, happening, happened.

[utilitycaster]

the idea that Orym has a death wish has led to some of the most laughable meta I've seen. Orym tells his closest friend - who has a penchant for delightfully wild impulses, is possibly important to the enemy's plot, and is about to see her biological father, about whom she has all kinds of complicated feelings - to not take unnecessary risks and people are handing out pamphlets on "a Treatise on Orym's Belief in Doom; Being an Account of His Deep-seated Hypocritical Actions Regarding The Pact With Morrigan, Hag and Fatestitcher" and it's like. idk man maybe they're going to be separated in a very clearly dangerous scenario and she specifically is in an emotionally charged and tricky one and he is saying "be careful", a normal thing friends might say to each other.

[rwby-encrusted-blog]

Jaune: Alright Viewers, Our contestants have been hard at work Preparing dishes for our judges! First up, Weiss Schnee!

Ruby: *Sitting at a Judge's Bench* Alright Weiss! What did you prepare for us today?

Weiss: I ... I made something?

Weiss's Dish: It's too gross to even look at. A bizarre smell issues forth from this heap. Eating it won't hurt you though ... probably

Ruby: ... Yeah, No I'm not eating That.

Blake: *gags* Is ... Is that Feathers In it?

Weiss: I put Chicken in it!

Yang: Did you put Chicken or A Chicken!?!?

Weiss: ... Is there a Difference?

R_BY: ... 0/10

Yang: I'd give you Negative points, But the scoreboard doesn't go that low.

Weiss: It can't be that terri-

Weiss's Dish: HISSS!

RWBY: AAHHHH!

~WE'LL BE RIGHT BACK!~

Jaune: *Visibly disheveled* Alright ... uh ... We'd like to thank our clean up crew for their bravery and sacrifices in taking down ... That Thing ...

Harriet: *Offscreen* Vine! WHY-Y-Y!

Jaune: Miss Weiss has since been Disqualified for the actions of her ... 'Meal' ... Continuing swiftly on, Next up we have Winter Schnee!

Ruby: *Covered in claw marks* A-alright Specialist, what, uh, what've you got.

Winter: *Throws a Chili-Mac MRE with a sunny-side up egg on the table*

Winter: I have this for dinner every night, it is flavorful and has a large amount nutrients and vitamins required for survival.

Blake: *Also Fucked up* I don't think that follows the rules.

Yang: After whatever the Fuck Weiss just made, Do you really care?

Blake: we're still meant to be objective about it. she didn't make it from scratch, so she must be disqualified.

Yang: Fine ...

Ruby: I mean, I'm starving so I'm gonna eat it, even if we can't accept this as a dish.

Winter Schnee has been Disqualified For failing to follow the Rules.

~~~~~

Jaune: And, Last but not Least, Whitney Schnee!

Jaune: *Offscreen* Wait it's Whitley, not Whitney? I though it was three sisters ...

Ruby: Whitley, If you've made something by scratch that's remotely Edible, you win.

Whitley: Well I hope you'll be satisfied then.

Whitley: I have handmade Egg Noodles, Smothered in a hearty Beef-tip gravy, topped with Green Onion, Fresh Grated Parmesan, and a special Lemonade Blend of my own creation.

Ruby: *Drinking the lemonade* Is that Coconut?

Whitley: Yes, it is lemon, lime, water, Coconut milk, and a small pinch of sugar!

Yang: This is fantastic!

Blake: It reminds me of home!

Whitley: And what of the Noodles?

Blake: Well, it smells good!

Ruby: *Taking a bite of it*

Ruby: *Hallelujah~ Hallelujah~*

Ruby: *Tries stealing it* IT'S MINE!

Yang: *Struggling against Ruby* WAIT ME AND BLAKE STILL NEED TO TRY IT!

Blake: *Also trying to take it* Ruby! I haven't eaten all day! Give back!

Whitley: S-So. Is it Good?

Ruby: How much for you to be my personal Chef!

Yang: No! It's to good for you alone!

Whitley: ... So whats the score?

Jaune: *Walking up to Whitley* You know, I wish I had girls fighting over my Noodle and Meat sauce.

Whitley: ... Do you think before you speak? That sounded Rather Crass.

Jaune: Eh. Good job on winning. You should go console your sisters though, they aren't doing to well.

~~~~~

Weiss: *Crying* Why! Why can't I cook! why am I so ba-a-ad!

Winter: *Tears running down her cheeks* Now, Weiss, we must learn to take failure in stride.

Winter: *Internally* When you try your best~ but you don't succeed~

[jackhues]

ek the face tickler - (b's version)

note: this takes place on NOV/11/23

buttercup's world! au masterlist

buttercupsworld:

liked by _connorbedard, mackinnon29, alexned_ & others

buttercupsworld: a pens win and a jarry shutout... NOW THAT'S HOCKEY

before nate comes after me, i KNOW dad didn't get the helmet last game, ek did (which is why he's there) but that picture was too funny not to post.

shoutout gravy for becoming my new fav hockey player and wearing a neck guard 👊 you the man

ek, i have six pics of you tickling my dad's face. i'm gonna leave that there

geno, WHAT WAS THAT GOAL? it was a beauty.

and finally the pens, look at this amazing photo dump. i think y'all should make me in charge of media (ily admin)

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mackinnon29: your dad didn't get the helmet this game -> buttercupsworld: READ THE CAPTION -> mackinnon29: hehe oops?

mackinnon29: why does ur dad look like he's crying in the first pic? -> buttercupsworld: bcz ek keeps touching his face -> erikkarlsson65: wow i didn't know touching ur captain's face after a goal isn't allowed

e.malkin71geno: i look good -> buttercupsworld: it's bcz i took the picture

ryangraves27: you the woman 👊 -> buttercupsworld: yes i am!!

penguins: ur dad isn't a fan of the last pic (we love it) -> buttercupsworld: i'm amazing ofc you love it -> marner_93: @/penguins hello, hi. i'd like to make a formal request to the pittsburgh penguins association to give buttercup crosby full access to your media accounts and pay her to be in charge of post-game photos -> penguins: @/marner_93 she'd be in charge of ALL photos posted. even after leafs vs pens -> marner_93: i'd like to retract my previous statement -> buttercupsworld: rude.

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[theearlgreymage]

Okay, but, Snow for Christmas was a fucking TREAT!

Can we please discuss how precious it was? And how I need MORE after reading it.

I'm dropping spoilers below because I've reread this 5 times while at work today and need to let my emotions out.

Baz and Simon having regular lunches with Fiona? Please give me those dialougues. Gimme a fucking screen play of nothing but their lunches

Simon regularly practicing his sword skills AND distracting Baz? You cannot convince me this isn't a flirting tactic doe Simon. Let me read about Simon seducing Baz via a sword 😏

ALWAYS KISSING GOODBYE? MY HEART CANNOT.

Okay, but I also want more family drama from the Grimms and Pitches. Uncle Cyril? Tell me what this man has done to find himself on the wrong side of Malcom Grimm and Simon Snow. Spill that tea. (I will always map Baz's entire family tree if you let me.)

The sofa is PINK!! Need I say more?

Wing Flap Shirts!! I'm so glad our dragon baby finally has clothes he can wear without needing magic. NOW. Which one of you lovelies is drawing this?

"He reaches up and carefully starts to loosen my tie. He's become very skilled at this over the last few months." 😏😏😏

Baz internally swooning at EVERY thought of Simon being his boyfriend.

Simon being a GOOD boyfriend and immediately being up for another dinner with Baz's family. For Baz. Because he's so GOOD

Baz referring to Lady Salisbury as Simon's grandmother? ADORABLE. Lady Salisbury being cool with Simon and Baz bring "as gay we want. We can be extra gay, as a treat." YES. GIVE THESE BOYS A KIND FAMILY FIGURE WHO ACCEPTS THEM WITH NOTHING BUT LOVE. Please give me more visits with the Salisbury family. I need the wholesomeness.

WHERE CAN I READ ABOUT FIONA AND NICOS WEDDING!?!?!?

"We could be married with children --" "Could we?" PLEASE GIVE THEM A FAMILY

Can I get more fanart of Baz with his siblings. Because they are precious little things. And I need more of Petra and Sophie climbing Baz like he's their personal jungle gym. I need more pre-teen Mordelia spending wholesome time with her brother. I need to see Swithin climbing this fucking Tibetan mastiff. Thank you very much.

Can we please give Rainbow Rowell a massive thanks for giving us a more detailed description of Malcom Grimm finally??

I will foot the entire fucking production crew to have that dinner recreated for the screen. I would sell my soul to a Demon like Shepard if it means I can have a quality holiday special of that dinner. Fucking. Hell. Baz IMMEDIATELY grabbing Simon to ground him. Simon SUPPORTING HIS MAN and holding his hand. SIMON BELIEVING IN BAZ THAT HE'S GOT THIS DINNER IN THE BAG AND JUST SERVING BAZ FOOD. Malcom and Daphne crying and pouring drinks over Baz finally finally finally getting to eat dinner with him. Sophie getting gravy in her hair.

And can we also discuss the fact that this scene proves that these little girls know their big brother is a vampire? And they still adore him? They still climb all over him and practically beg for his attention? That these girls just want to spend time with their brother and aren't afraid in the slightest of him?

FANG BACKSTORY BREAKING MY FUCKING HEART. Baby Baz fucking hiding in the barn. Terrified. And Fiona just fucking supporting her nephew. I 100% cried during this scene.

Edit Add cause I somehow forgot to mention : Simon's fucking obsession with Baz's fangs. Like. Honey. No, his family does not want to watch him drain a deer. That's just you.

"I think I got drunk with Baz's dad at dinner." Had me rolling.

Backtracking. WE HAVE CAREER OPTIONS FOR SIMON. And so help me. I would refuse to talk to this man too if he tried to join the RAF or police force. Like. He really needs to address this hero-savior complex with his fucking therapist. For fucks sake. Stop trying to save people Simon. Just get your fucking fork lift license and RELAX.

Really. Die Hard? Are we shocked?

THE. FOREHEAD. KISS.

End of discussion. (But really. Discuss. Because I am feral right now. And I cannot focus on writing lesson plans in this state.)

[simplegenius042]

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Got a WIP for The Thorned Crown of Iron Thrones and three OC interviews for The UnTitledverse, Far Cry The Silver Chronicles and A Radioactive Calamity of Love, Bombs & Gore. You can find these under the cut.

WIP for my House of the Dragon fic, The Thorned Crown of Iron Thrones, a fic set in my Life, Despair & Monsters series, following the tragic dynasty of the Targaryens as shown in House of the Dragon... but taking all of that and making the situation 1,000 times worse. This fic stars the original cast PLUS my original characters; Corvus Targaryen, adopted son of Viserys I and Aemma, good with the blade, though socially awkward fellow who only sets out to be a knight or if he gets his way, a maester (or alchemist, either one), and trying to keep the peace between the Blacks and the Greens, with Caecilia "Cecil" Targaryen Royce, daughter of Daemon Targaryen and Rhea Royce (after an aggressive and drunk consummation filled with scratches and bruises from both sides), who like her mother, absolutely despises her father (though this is not reciprocated by him), is out to help her cousin Rhaenyra keep her claim to block Otto's plans and spite her father, and lastly a down-on-her-luck ex-assassin woman who currently calls herself "Okkotsu", who through means unknown, becomes the paternal figure Aegon II Targaryen never realised he wanted, better than Viserys ever will be. There's also Sir Enigma Malvolio (Director of the Ruins of the Midnight Rise), Yan-Kain (second-in-command of Aggravor's Chapter of the Occult), and the Court King (main antagonist and pissed off people have forgotten about him). Note that this WIP is still under heavy construction, and things may or may not change. Below is a snippet of Rhaenyra convincing Corvus to join in on a fun time at a tourney... on a day where everything goes wrong:

Corvus eyed his sister with a reluctant frown, dimmed violet eyes looking into a vibrant purple. His hand remained anchored to the darkwood table, the vials and tubes and bags full of liquids and substances ready to be used as ingredients to sate the curiosity of a student of alchemy.

He gave glance to Rhaenyra's companion, hoping Alicent could save him from the young dragon rider's expectant gaze. However, the Hand's daughter stared back with polite brown eyes and a slim smile that refuted his silent plea to be saved, leaving him to make a futile attempt at fending for himself against his younger sister of all people, which he knew would conclude into an inevitable failure.

"Surely... surely you could do without my presence at the tourney?" Corvus spoke up, voice soft and uncertain, "I'm no fan of such events. I wouldn't want to bring down the mood. Perhaps... it would be best I remain here, where mother is? The maesters could require an extra pair of hands should she go into labor."

Rhaenyra seemed to think his words over, but her face hardened, determined. She grabbed hold of his arm, grip firm but slack, eyes widening as the candle light reflected off them, unfairly sparkling the purple rings. Lips formed into a soft smile, as she pleaded at him with her gaze.

"Please."

The older dark-haired boy's resolve wavered as his pale skin involuntarily flushing at the contact. He tried to avoid Rhaenyra's wide smile, her eyes and swore upon the Old and New Gods that he tried to ignore the gentleness plea of her voice. But his younger sister knew all the ways to get him to comply to her demands, and just as a dutiful if awkward older brother would, he'd follow her anywhere, just as Father and Mother tasked him with.

And once Baelon is born, I may even be able to convince them to allow me to become his personal guard, should I continue to knighthood that is.

Looking to Alicent once more, searching for her opinion, Rhaenyra's companion merely gave a small shrug and encouraging smile. Exhaling out a light sigh, he looked down to his white-haired sister and gave his response.

"Okay."

The word was simple, but it granted him an opportunity to see a triumphant grin from his little sister, her excitement genuine. Even when the years had been hard to swallow, especially with Mother's condition, he was glad his sister still hadn't lost her fiery spirit.

"C'mon now! We must bid goodbye to mother and join father at Keep's gates. We shouldn't keep him waiting," Rhaenyra exclaimed, pulling Corvus along behind her back towards the spiral staircase, as Alicent joined them with the shake of her head.

Both Rhaenyra's brother and companion briefly glanced at one another, incredulous gazes connecting as they are both, yet again, pulled along by Rhaenyra.

Corvus was nervous at the prospect of the vast eyes of Lords that would be watching their every move at the tourney. It made his stomach coil at the though of that much attention, with his sister's popularity and his own unpopularity.

Alicent must have noticed this, and stated aloud, "I think it will be quite a good day out. The skies are clear, and the sun warm. The tourney should be able to go on uninterrupted."

Rhaenyra piped up, adding, "I'd even say it will be fun. So no need for such gloom, dear brother."

Corvus simply nodded in reply, shoving away his nerves at they reached the top of the spiral. A visit to mother wouldn't be so bad, he thought.

And three OC interviews below:

Far Cry The Silver Chronicles (featuring in Silva's Hope and Ain't It A Joy?)

Name: Alexander Khaos

Nickname: Alexander doesn't like to use nicknames.

Gender: Male

Star Sign: Cancer

Moral Alignment/Personality: Lawful Neutral.

Height: Either 5'10 or 5'11

Sexual Orientation: Pansexual

Nationality/Ethnicity: British (with Asian descent)

Fave Fruit: Dragon fruit

Fave Season: Winter

Fave Flower: Peony

Fave Scent: Fresh morning air, burning wood.

Coffee, tea or HC: Black Coffee.

Average Hours of Sleep: 8 hours

Dog or Cat Person: Dog.

Dream Trip: Finland.

Favorite Fictional Character/Real Person: He'd say Jacob Seed, but it's actually Stan Lee.

Number of Blankets They Sleep With: None.

RANDOM FACT: Alexander picked up a Southern accent... it's still unknown why he chose to do this exactly.

The UnTitledverse Name: Joaquin Cobalt

Nickname: Jackie.

Gender: Trans-Male

Star Sign: Leo

Moral Alignment/Personality: Neutral Good.

Height: Either 5'4 or 5'5.

Sexual Orientation: Ace.

Nationality/Ethnicity: Australian.

Fave Fruit: Oranges

Fave Season: Autumn

Fave Flower: Lily of the Valley

Fave Scent: Library books or Old Musuems

Coffee, tea or HC: Went from coffee to tea.

Average Hours of Sleep: 8 to 9 hours.

Dog or Cat Person: If he had to choose, a cat person, but he leans towards reptiles like turtles.

Dream Trip: America (and then he changes it to Germany).

Favorite Fictional Character/Real Person: Stephen King.

Number of Blankets They Sleep With: Three.

RANDOM FACT: Joaquin's name is pronounced "jack-a-win" because that's how a young Lisa insisted it was pronounced when she first saw the name. And well... it just stuck.

A Radioactive Calamity of Love, Bombs & Gore

Name: Arcane Urias

Nickname: None.

Gender: Male

Star Sign: N/A

Moral Alignment/Personality: Either Neutral Evil or Chaotic Evil.

Height: 7'6

Sexual Orientation: N/A (due to being a Displacement (name for entities manifested from unnamed Dimensions), he has no known concept of sexuality. He does (and continues to try to) conceive offspring with anyone capable of getting pregnant only to use as powerful pawns for his evil deeds).

Nationality/Ethnicity: N/A (though he can take the human shape of anyone not just his main form)

Fave Fruit: Hates fruit.

Fave Season: Summer.

Fave Flower: A dead one.

Fave Scent: Ash.

Coffee, tea or HC: None.

Average Hours of Sleep: He will rest/meditate for an hour or two, only to conserve energy.

Dog or Cat Person: Bobbit Worm.

Dream Trip: He wouldn't mind Antarctica.

Favorite Fictional Character/Real Person: N/A

Number of Blankets They Sleep With: N/A

RANDOM FACT: There’s only been three individuals Urias has cared for in his entire existence; his brother Mathias “Mason” Talos, his student (a Lich named) Aggravor and lastly his hyper-fixation, Discord (aka the Mad God/Kin of Carnage). Urias has no love for his children (Ortega “Ore” Brantley and Marissa “Ress” Bishop) due to them having the “human element”.

[soaps-mohawk]

i'm here! apologies for my random silence, i've been busy 😔

anyways, oh my GOD!! i went through every emotion possible in that new chapter, literally from nearly crying to jumping for joy. beautifully written as always 💞

the little johnny bits... my heart hurts. HURTS. he's just the biggest sweetheart and i wanna cuddle him forever. and simon?? woah!! he's being so cute!!! i was actually pleasantly shocked at how much his character has come on since the first chapter. he deserves a big squeeze too.

also, i LOVE the british headcannons people make about the boys. i'm from south london myself, so i'm about as british as they come. i just love the boys being recognised as actual british people, like... yes, simon loves beans on toast and questionable chinese takeaway smothered in gravy. yes, john loves a full sunday roast every week. yes, kyle probably those london olympics figures. at least one of them has a pg tips monkey. yes, johnny tried to get simon to eat haggis and he actually swore he almost died. yes, johnny's phone alarm is probably horrifically loud bagpipes because everyone else hates it. yes, kyle lives off of lucozade when he's working out. yes, johnny has in-depth told simon about scottish clans and their respective tartans.

anyways, i hope you're good pook!! haven't checked in in a while. sending lots of love!!!

- 🪐

Noo don't apologize!! I get being busy, I really do.

Just another week on the CRCB rollercoaster lmaoo. Idk why I can't not make every chapter an absolute ride emotionally. Just how my brain wants it to be, I guess.

Trust me, it hurt me hurting Johnny like that. He's just my sweet boy 🥺 He got his hugs and reassurance though, as he deserves. Simon has grown so much too. Really has stepped up his game since the first chapter. I love to see it, it's what he deserves.

I live for letting them be British honestly. They are, first off lmao and they absolutely do stereotypical British things ironically. I made a playlist (well, am making, I'm still working on them) for Johnny and the first song on it is Scotland the Brave 😂 blasts it every chance he gets, you can't convince me otherwise.

I'm alright. My back is feeling a lot better, though it still hurts. Stressed af, but what's new 🤷 I hope you've been doing well, despite being busy!!

[whiskey-bumblebee]

12 days of winter: day eleven

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner/Reader

Word Count: 1001

Prompt: I am going to be honest there is no prompt <3

A/N: it's still winter nobody look at me. i can finish my WIPS! writers say it with me: ✨I CAN FINISH MY WIPS✨ Just fluff and cooking.

You slip on a sweater and sneak into the kitchen, as silent as you possibly can be, closing the bedroom door behind you. There's a definite chill in the air, somewhat irregular for the year, but you know that Aaron always sleeps better when it's a bit colder, and so do you.

Piece by piece, you assemble all of the ingredients on the counter. Ham, milk, butter, cheese, eggs, grits, salt, pepper, spices. A few weeks ago you'd called Hotch's brother and asked what his comfort food was. Although Sean wasn't completely sure, he said that a traditional southern breakfast would be good, since they'd grown up there, and Sean had a vague memory of cheesy grits and warm biscuits.

In all honesty, almost all of Aaron's weeks could be considered difficult, and deserving of special attention whenever he made it home. This week, he'd collapsed on the bed and just started crying from the overwhelm, the travel, the endless tracking of deplorable people leaving a wake of destruction.

You'd sat and stroked his hair while he cried, listened to him explain that he felt like a glorified cadaver dog, following his nose to the next crime scene, always fighting to catch up. He was strong, and this was a part of that. His infallible persona at work was only possible because he felt so safe around you, safe to be vulnerable, not embarrassed about any feeling, any reaction.

So now, the next morning, you were quietly cooking a little breakfast spread, doing your best to avoid any noise which might be startling. Aaron's hearing was pretty sharp, so you didn't expect that you'd be able to finish cooking by the time he woke up, but you hoped you'd be sufficiently through the process that he wouldn't feel inclined to help.

About an hour passes, and you start to brew the coffee, setting the table, leaving the oven on a low heat to keep the food warm. Aaron still hasn't come into the kitchen, so you walk back to your bedroom to wake him.

"Breakfast," You call softly as you walk towards the bed, kneeling on the plush duvet and leaning over to wrap your arms around him.

He hums softly, and you brush your hands over his body, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

"I made breakfast," You say quietly.

"You're up early," He whispers, glancing over at the clock.

"Wanted to treat you," You reply.

He sits up, rubbing at his eyes. You notice that they're a little swollen from last night. He pats his lap and you straddle his legs, tucking your face into his neck.

"It's the weekend," You offer, trying to entice him.

"Smells good," He murmurs, starting to wake up properly. You nod.

"It's cold, do you want a long-sleeve?"

He nods, and you walk over to his set of drawers, pulling out your favourite quarter zip.

You walk back over to the bed and help him pull the sweater over his head. He slept in a t-shirt and sweatpants, so he should be warm enough.

Taking him by the hand, you lead him to the table. There's a cup of coffee in his hand before he can blink, and you bring plates of food to the table: cheesy grits, biscuits and gravy, scrambled eggs, smoked ham.

"Do you want juice?" You ask, before you sit down.

He shakes his head. "Thank you, darling. When did you do all this?"

You swear a slight southern lilt has crept into his voice, and you're not complaining. It makes his morning voice even sexier.

"This morning. The biscuits are from a baker in town, I didn't think I'd have time to make them myself."

"I love you," He says in wonderment. "This is incredible."

"Wait until you taste it," You say teasingly.

He gives himself a helping of everything, taking a sip of his coffee as he looks everything over.

"I don't know where to start," He confesses.

You hum and look at his plate. "You could go clockwise. That way you have the biscuits to soak up any of the leftovers."

His eyes flick over to you, a smile playing at his lips. "Beautiful, smart, and you can cook. Remind me why we're not married yet?"

You reach across the table for his hand, resting your chin in your other hand.

"Not sure. I think you're probably trying to make the proposal perfect," You tease. "Knowing you."

He's too lost in the flavours to argue with you, instead staring down at his plate as he takes bites of everything.

"You should open a restaurant," He says earnestly. "Really, this is great."

You give his hand a squeeze, shaking your head. "I only ever want to cook for you."

"I'll make a housewife of you yet," He jokes, bringing your hand to his lips for a quick kiss. "You'll see."

Your nose wrinkles. "Ha ha," You say.

Aaron eats for a few more minutes, using his free hand to trace shapes on the back of your hand. He's only about halfway through his plate when he stops, staring at you.

"What?" You smile, batting your eyelashes at him.

"This is delicious, but what if we went back to bed?"

You raise an eyebrow at him, and he shakes his head, pushing his chair back from the table.

"Just want to hold you. Tell you I love you."

You nod and stand up from the table, clearing the plates quickly, with his help.

He kisses your forehead, then leans over to whisper in your ear.

"Tell me you love me?" He says, his voice so quiet it cracks.

"I love you," You say, a wide smile on your face. "Doesn't everything I do tell you that? Can't you see the way I look at you?"

He nods. "I see it. Just need to hear it sometimes."

You scratch the back of his neck lightly, running your nails through the short hair there. "I love you, Aaron."

[howlingday]

real sorry about the gamut I’m asking lately, but I am burstin. Can you do a post-Mario SuperMarioLogan parody please?

I think I can, yes. And no worries on your asks. Ask asmuch as you'd like!

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Yang: Ruby! Time for class!

Ruby: Okay, I'm just gonna finish eating my breakfast.

Yang: Ruby, you're not going to eat chocolate chips for breakfast.

Ruby: Well, I'm 18, and I'm going to do it anyways!

Yang: Ruby: You're 18 and attending Signal. Now eat your cat food!

Blake: Yang, don't make her eat cat food.

Ruby: It's fine, Blake! I like shrimp and biscuits!

Yang: See? She likes it.

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Ozpin: Good morning, Miss Xiao Long. I just came by to let you know that I sold your mortgage to the White Fang.

Adam: 'Sup.

Yang: YOU SOLD MY MORTGAGE?!

Ozpin: Indeed I did!

Adam: Do you know why I wear this mask? It's because I missed my mortgage payment, so I burned out my eyes myself to teach myself a lesson!

Ozpin: Excellent. I'll just leave you to talk.

Adam: So where's my money?

Yang: I... don't... have it?

Adam: Well, you better get it, or else I'm going to mucho gracias your tits!

Yang: ...

Adam: This is a nice house. Have a nice day.

Yang: W-What does that mean?!

Ruby: It means he's going to a lot thank you your tits.

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Goodwitch: You have cancer.

Yang: Is it bad?!

Goodwitch: No, it's actually the good kind of lung cancer.

Yang: R-Really?

Goodwitch: No, it's bad. It's cancer. It's always bad.

Yang: What can I do?

Goodwitch: Well, there is treatment, but it's hundreds of thousands of lien, and I know you can't afford that.

Yang: W-Well, what can you do for me?!

Goodwitch: Well, I can give these tissues so you can cry me a river. And since it's you, I'll also give you this hammer so you can build a bridge and get over it.

Blake: (Sobbing) Yang, what are going to do?!

Yang: Well, I'm the one with the cancer and the mortgage, so I think I'm the one who should be crying.

Blake: Oh, right.

Ruby: Don't worry, Yang! You can't be denied medical care, so just let your medical bills go to collections while you worry about your mortgage payments.

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Ruby: Okay, Yang, I got the snitch knocked out and tied up! What should we do?

Yang: What we always do to snitches.

Ruby: Okay! (Drags them away)

Blake: Yang! You're not cooking Dust are you?

Yang: No, no! It's, uh, rock salt! Old Xiao Long recipe and all that!

Blake: Okay, good.

Ruby: (Comes back) Yang, I got the fucker's head!

Blake: (Screams)

Yang: TIE THE BITCH UP!

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Pyrrha: I can't believe Dust is illegal.

Nora: I know, right?! So lame!

Ren: I would pay anything for just one chunk.

Jaune: I've never used Dust so I don't really care one way or the other.

Ruby: Hey, guys, want some Dust?

Jaune: OH FUCK YEAH! GIMME THAT SHIT!

Ruby: You guys are my friends, so I'll give you half the bag for forty lien.

Nora: Sold!

Goodwitch: Hello, class, I'm back from taking a- HOLY SHIT!

Goodwitch: Why do you all have Dust?!

Pyrrha: Jaune bought it for all of us!

Goodwitch: And where did you get it, Jaune?

Jaune: I AIN'T SQUEALIN ON MY HOMIES!

Goodwitch: Fine! Then I'll have to escort you to detention!

Jaune: FUCK YOU, PIG! I'LL USE MY ONE PHONE CALL TO CALL YOUR MOM!

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Blake: (Tied up, Locked away) HELP! HELP!

Goodwitch: (Opens the door) Good gravy!

Yang: TH-THIS ISN'T WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE!

Goodwitch: Look, whatever weird and kinky shit you do is your business, not mine. So I don't want to see it.

Blake: WHAT?! NO, NO, NO! SHE TIED ME UP AND BANGED ME IN THE HEAD!

Goodwitch: I-I don't need to know where she banged. (Shuts door)

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Goodwitch: God damn, did you see that shit?! He fell off the cliff and drowned! Thst was way better than arresting him!

Yang: But... But he had story potential.

Goodwitch: Yeah? So do you. Fuck him.

Yang: Huh. Guess I never thought of it that way.

Goodwitch: Oh, and by the way, I took another look at your X-ray, and it turns out you don't have cancer. That was just my thumb pressed against the screen. So yeah, no cancer. (Leaves)

Ruby: Yang! I sold all the Dust! We now have 4.2 million lien!

Yang: That's great, but we don't have to sell Dust anymore. Our mortgage payment issue is gone.

Ruby: Oh... Well, wanna hit the arcade?

Yang: Yeah, I do!

Blake: ...Yang? ...Ruby? ...Anyone? GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF THIS CLOSET!

[blissfulalchemist]

Which Hozier Song is Your OC

Hello I have come back from the abyss to of course do this uquiz. Thank you @corvosattano for tagging me. I tried to do as many ocs as I could manage (it ended up being 12 so my bad) and then included a lyric that I felt related to the oc(s) so apologies for the length. Sending tags out to @belorage @florbelles @unholymilf @adelaidedrubman @heroofpenamstan @confidentandgood @strafethesesinners @deputyash @leviiackrman @jackiesarch @shallow-gravy @shellibisshe and uh anyone else that wants to!

Anthea (ffxiv/bg3)

Wasteland, Baby! it's the end of the world, but the beginning of something that will outlive us all. you might like my tag #growing through solastalgia on tumblr. just because the world is falling apart doesn't mean we can't find peace.

"And the day that we'll watch the death of the sun/That the cloud and the cold and those jeans you have on/Then you'll gaze unafraid as they sob from the city roofs"

Catlina Rojas, Carly (fc5, bloodlines/ffxiv)

NFWMB oh, it is a privilege to be loved by you. you'd break the world for the person you love. we all want a love like that, i think. we all want such utter devotion. save it for someone who deserves it, though, because not everyone does.

"If I was born as a blackthorn tree/I'd wanna be felled by you/Held by you/Fuel the pyre of your enemies"

Siberite Akagane (ffxiv)

Abstract (Psychopomp) i mean, the world is so broken. and yet it's so beautiful it makes you want to cry. what can you even do with a feeling like this?

"Darling, there's a part of me/I'm afraid will always be/Trapped within an abstract from a moment of my life/The weeds up through the concrete/The traffic picking up speed/All my love and terror/Balanced there between those eyes"

Demos Reyes, Conner Enache (ffxiv, bloodlines/ffxiv)

Would That I morning dew, shifting grass, foxglove growing by an old fence post. woods, thick and old. and then: the joyful spark of a flame. i hope you get to lie down in a dewy field sometime soon.

"True that I saw her hair like the branch of a tree/A willow dancing on air before covering me/Under cotton and calicoes/Over canopy dapple long ago"

Sahar Mahin (m*rvel)

Francesca "i would do it again." honestly this song changed my life. i hope the people you love are worth suffering for.

"Darling, I would do it again, ah, ah/If I could hold you for a minute/Darling, I'd go through it again, ah, ah/I would still be surprised I could find you, darling/In any life"

Stasia (bloodlines/ffxiv)

Eat Your Young you have strong feelings about the state of the world. i like your passion. plus, you know how to boogie to songs that would disturb your grandma if she listened to the lyrics too closely, which is always a plus. is cannibalism a red flag?

"Honey, I'm making sure the table's made/We can celebrate the good that we've done/I won't lie, if there's something still to take/There is ground to break, whatever's still to come"

Azatae (dnd/bg3)

It Will Come Back why is it so hard to stay away? you might have a tendency to get addicted. and it makes sense. if you've always been starving, then any scraps look like a feast. but you really do deserve better than this. i hope you treat yourself with kindness.

"I know who I am when I'm alone/I'm something else when I see you/You don't understand, you should never know/How easy you are to need"

HK (dnd/bg3)

Work Song i wrote a poem about this one once! devotion and the way it crushes you. the way it saves you. sometimes the only thing that can save your life is having someone to live for. and sometimes when you've found that person you would do impossible things to stay by their side. i like the way no grave can hold your body down. it's neat.

"I didn't care much how long I lived/But I swear I thought I dreamed her/She never asked me once about the wrong I did"

Chance Ruicknar (fc5)

From Eden you might like the game slither.io. also, you're a bop. have you seen Good Omens? there's this snake demon you might really enjoy.

"Babe/There's something lonesome about you/Something so wholesome about you/Get closer to me/No tired sighs, no rolling eyes, no irony/No 'who cares', no vacant stares, no time for me"

Lizette Rojas (fc5)

In a Week have you ever thought about the fact that you have to kill other things in order to keep yourself alive? whether plant, animal, bacteria, or fungus, you're always killing things in order to eat. and in return, when you die, they'll get to eat you. the feast has begun.

"I have never known peace/Like the damp grass that yields to me/I have never known hunger/Like these insects that feast on me/A thousand teeth/And yours among them, I know"

[oldguy56-world]

Reality Bites

Summer is over (unofficially you know. It ends for sure on Sept 22 but I have looked at Labor Day as the end because I am either sentimental or senile) and thank goodness. I am tired of all the reruns on in between the Olympics and some other sporting events. This year I decided to expand my viewing so I began to binge watch some shows. Not just any shows but reality shows. I am not talking about those ones about celebrities, dating, large families etc. I am talking about ones with true human conflict.

There were four I honed in on: Customer Wars, Neighborhood Wars, Road Wars and Court Cam (which could really be called Court Wars) All of these shows have one thing in common in that they show people at their worst. Now even though these shows are on A&E (an educational station?) and feature a lot of Americans (only 99%) this is not an indictment on Americans in general. Just the numerous ones that fit the ABC profile. (Americans Be Crazy) If you have never watched these shows, it is both a blessing and a shame. It will make you feel good about how you personally behave but also gives you a lower opinion of the human spirit.

I am always looking for new opportunities so I have come up with some new shows that could be produced using cell videos like the ones above. The ones above are fairly explanatory as to the venue each takes place in and who the combatants might be, but to make sure there is no ambiguity on what I am proposing I will give explanations on each. Let me know what you think.

Tourist Wars: People (Americans) are dropped into countries where no locals speak English. Good thing they can't carry guns across borders.

Work Wars: Everyone spends a lot of time at work. Most hate it. We need to capture those moments on film before everyone works from home.

Family Wars: There should be lots of footage of family gatherings at Thanksgiving, Christmas, Weddings etc. Who doesn't want to see some idiot make mom cry because her gravy was lumpy, or an uncle roll down the stairs because he may have had one too many.

Bar Wars: Mixing alcohol with self-righteous millennials is a recipe for violence and hilarity all rolled into one. Throw in guys who hit on other guys' girlfriends and watch out.

Star Wars: (No not that one) You can't tell me there is not a lot of footage of celebrities at their worst. Watch as two of them both think they deserve the last table at an exclusive restaurant. Or better yet unofficial footage when the movie cameras aren't rolling and we get to see what they truly think of each other.

Pet Wars: Anyone that has had more than one pet at a time knows the gold mine of events that happens in the house on a daily basis. Every house should have at least one dog and a cat. Good law.

Fan Wars: Is anyone more hostile than a true Sports fan? Send busloads into enemy territory during a big game and wait for the fireworks. (Provide them with an open bar during the bus ride for maximum results.)

Old Man Wars: What can I say? We are opinionated, cranky, and we know more than anyone else. Put us in any situation and it will be entertaining. Caution: actions may appear to be in slow motion but that is really as fast as we can move.

I will submit this and wait for the A&E people to send me a cheque for my ideas.

THOUGHT OF THE WEEK: It seems that in today's environment any time there is more than one person doing something conflict arises. We need to change that.

[gameguy20100]

For my wonderful Mexican goofball. @ratatatbug2 ❤️♥️❤️♥️🥰

"Do you remember your first Christmas?" Kagami asked as she peeled the vegetables for dinner. It was the only thing that she trusted herself to do. Her and cooking seemed to have a genuine hatred of each other.

" No. But I remember being told I was a loud and annoying little shit. I think being an infant contributed to that. It's just a theory, of course." Dustin rolled his eyes and scowled at the gravy.

"I remember mine. I spent it with Adrien and his family. Amilie was a rather good cook actually."

"You remember that far back?" Dustin asked scepticaly with a raised eyebrow. " Kagami, I know you're smart, but there's no way you can remember 28 years back."

"It wasn't 28 years. It was 14." Kagami pointed out. And sliced another strip of carrot skin off rather angrily.

Dustin sighed and cursed himself for forgetting. The weird sentimonster thing still tripped him up sometimes, and he always felt guilty about it.

"I have memories of previous years, of course. But those are all lies, aren't they? I just want hers to be special."

"Darling, she's not going to remember this."

"I know." Kagami replied. " And I know you hate this time of year. You don't have to help with my fantasy."

"Hey, any year I don't have to listen to Diane gush about her new man while spewing racial slurs is a step up for me." Dustin chuckled. "Although, the bets I had with Derek and Damien were fun."

"Bets?"

" We had this poll. It was how long the new guy would last. Sometimes, even Uncle Richard joined in."

" Sounds like you had fun." Kagami smiled. " I wish I had siblings. Although I suppose Marinette is good enough."

"She's better." Dustin insisted. " All the fun, none of the drama."

" Still. My plans haven't changed. She will have this year, and then at the end of next, we can try for another one."

Dustin gave a small shudder, but he managed to smile despite the fear.

" Yes, I am aware in that state I'm..."

" Insufferable? Bitchy? Scary as hell?"

Kagami scowled at him. "I was going to say difficult."

Dustin chuckled in response. "Potato patato"

"Speaking of potatoes." Kagami replied, changing the subject. "Go easy on the salt. She's got a sensitive palate."

"Ah yes. That's why she eats sand at the beach."

The couple burst out laughing in response. Before it was cut short by their guests crying.

Kagami jumped up and went to resolve the issue, considering her peeling technique was about all she offered to the process of cooking.

Kimiko stired in her crib. Annoyed at the dropped toy that had somehow slipped though the bars.

"You’re definitely my daughter." Kagami insisted as she gave the infant back her prize. "Too smart for your own good."

Kimiko glared in response and raised her arms in expectation of a hug. An expectation Kagami was powerless to resist.

"Merry Christmas, Kimiko." Kagami said simply, after kissing her daughter on her forehead.

[three--rings]

Maybe if I type this real slow it will be time for Show Now...

I'm lowkey terrified.

The episode title is Mermen. I didn't know that. Okay....WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?

Yeah that was always going to be how that went.

Okay but like, can we appreciate this show, because what I'm so nervous about is essentially like the state of a man's psyche and how he resolves his trauma. Like, god Ed has to accept himself as a killer, honestly, without letting it tear himself apart, because tbh there is no getting out.

God I forgot we hadn't gotten that scene of Ed coming out of the waves yet. With the gravy basket and him waking up on the beach I forgot about it.

OMG Izzy's full speech...I'm gonna cry.

It's not the letter from ep 1 it's a more romantic one, omg I'm gonna die!1

So it's uh conforming to the opening scene. AH kiss!! Ah.

Okay my reaction just then is why no one can watch these eps with me. No one gets to see me this deranged. Not even my life partner of 25 years.

It was incredible babe!

Um, gratuitous man ass... god everyone run an tell everyone we see ass in this episode and let them freak out.

Had to go back and look up the song Al Stewart "Roads to Moscow"

Did Izzy just get shot? Is he really gonna die? I wish they would have shown it so I could tink it was a fakeout.

Fuck

That was a fucking MARVEL of a scene and it hurt so much and I'm sorry for a lot of people who are going to be very upset. I mean, I'm not happy.

I'm going to have to think about this a lot to get at how i feel about it because I am very torn.

You can't take us straight into a FUCKING WEDDING, WTF. Okay second cider time.

Fuck it's OVER. Already.

PHEW.

Who is doing this version? Of course it's not in the credits.

Okay okay thoughts....it was WAY rushed. I didn't realize they'd won when they'd apparently won?

Wait like, so it was join forces to kill this guy, then we're doing a wedding, then we're innkeepers. Like they didn't do the part where they joined forces to kill taht guy.

The fuck honestly.

Well I stand by what I said a week ago, this season was robbed of two episodes and a good amount of budget and it shows. Pacing was off, rushed, and ending unsatisfying.

so it feels like what they did was just stop mid-episode and give us an ending that would be SOMETHING if they don't get S3.

Which I can appreciate the pressure they are under in that regard.

I'm sad about Izzy. I feel like this show could have done that entire scene and then have him pull through actually. I'm sure many a fanfic will do that.

I definitely feel like this is not how or where they intended to end the story, so I hope they get a S3 and actually tie up things.

I have more to say, but I'm gonna do it in another post, one of my famous brain dump post-episode meta posts. (Now with alcohol!)

My tank top is SOAKED THROUGH with sweat.

[fleshwerks]

your favourite foods? top 3

Õõõõ. Ok. Let's see.

Kama with kefir. Kama, or I guess talkkuna or talqan is a coarsely ground multi grain flour mix. Kefir is a thick, fermented dairy product. Mix them together just so and you have a moderately filling, pleasantly sour summer food. I love sour, fermented shit.

Endives rolled in ham. This one's Belgian. Endives aren't crucifers, but thwy gave a crunchy cabbage-y bitterness to them that I love, especially when it's tempered with fatty pork ham. Dunk that shit in a thick gravy and serve it wuth peasant style mashed milk potatoes (meaning not a smooth mash, just milk-infused, lazily crushed bunch of taters) and you'll cry happy tears while your cardiovascular system cries from cholesterol and carbs. Love it.

Finally, olives. Kalamata are fine, but I prefer lesser olivers in salty brine that are stuffed with either hot peppers or stinky cheeae. Again, I love fermented or briny food.

Bonus: anything from the cabbage family. Mustards, cabbages, anything, I'm a fiend.

Honourary mention: I make pretty awesome pelmeni. They're a simple food, and their nutritional value sucks nuts, but they satisfy your junk food craving. Khinkali are also good dumplings, although I am not a fan of dill because dill belongs in the cilantro family, and cilantro smells and tastes like stale piss to me, and so unfortunately most other plants in that family to too, but you gotta appreciate the 'sooup' that forms in a khinkal. And smother that shit in copious amounts of smetana. They're a chore to make even when you're swift with the dough and cutting out the shapes, but the reward, man.

[strafethesesinners]

Let me tell you (r OC) something

tagged by @trench-rot​ and @g0dspeeed​ to do this quiz for my ocs! Thank you!

tagging @florbelles​ @blissfulalchemist​ @deputyash​ @nightwingshero​ @shallow-gravy​ @direwombat​ @nuclearstorms​ @socially-awkward-skeleton​ @strangefable​ @purplehairsecretlair​ @harlow1898​ @josephslittledeputy​ @henbased​ @adelaidedrubman​ @yeetslovescheese​ @a-far-cry-from-my-main​ @fourlittleseedlings​ @depyotee​ and whoever wants to!

you are love I think I have been chasing after you my whole life. It took me too long to understand that you are, in fact, everywhere. You are in everything we do, in everything we are. You are what keeps us going, you are what makes us human. I don't think you are made for me though. You look good on other people tho, people who know what to do with you. I don't think I will ever be able to do you justice. I am not sure what you look like, I just know that you are there. I know you care and you will be around till our dying days. You will persevere, you are the strongest thing in the world. you are all we have left. And be patient with people like me, I promise we are trying.

you are sunlight I think I have lost many hours of my life in an attempt to keep you close. I mean, can you blame me? You are warmth and comfort. There is no rush with you, you are patient and kind. Because you feel like sunlight and hope...yeah, I think you feel like hope. something about you feels like I have made you up and you could disappear any second. you are everything I'm not and admire you. You are the closest I can get to an idea of what love is supposed to feel like. Please stay around for a little while longer, I need you.

a memory I can't erase we knew each other once. I still see you in everything. you once felt the closest I've ever felt to home. I gave everything I had to prove to you that I was worthy of your love. but sometimes, everything isn't enough. I miss you every day a little more. you knew me better than anyone else. you're a stranger now. I still need you, and maybe I always will. maybe in another life, we could've worked it out. I wish things would have been different. I loved you, god, I loved you so fucking much. and I guess I still do...I guess, I still do.

[adelaidedrubman]

wip well it’s. a day 

i was tagged for wip wednesday by @socially-awkward-skeleton and @direwombat, thank you dears! belatedly passing along whenever tags to @henbased @florbelles @unholymilf @roofgeese @corvosattano @poetikat @derelictheretic @confidentandgood @jackiesarch @ishwaris @a-far-cry-from-my-main @shallow-gravy @voidika @purplehairsecretlair @fourlittleseedlings @nuclearstorms @i-am-the-balancing-point @inafieldofdaisies

i was going to skip this week in the name of preserving a full enough chapter for posting next week, but fuck it in honor of my absolution audiobook listen here’s a scene of john smoking Double Cigarettes. (prommy this was written before i ever listened and not born as a meme.) 

warnings for drug use and brief + very non-explicit internal dialogue re past sex

John studied the orange glow of embers at the end of the cigarette resting on the balcony railing as he inhaled around the one between his fingers, tapping it to knock ash loose.

Tobacco cigarettes weren’t exactly encouraged in the Project, either — but it was a small and common enough transgression, something easily chalked up to ‘everyone is human’ by faithful looking the other way for one another. And the nicotine covered up the smell of the pot well enough, served as an easy false flag. 

A trick he’d learned with the Duncans — misdirection, a small sin clumsily exposed in concealment of a more serious one. 

He spun the cigarette on the railing with his index, so that the smoldering tip faced him, sighed with heavy longing at the flickering red and orange light of it. 

And if he were being honest, the sin he was truly trying to bury was layers deeper still than the weed he took another hit from. 

Jessie. 

Days, and there still hadn’t been a moment her name didn’t blare in his mind, that his insides didn’t twist and gnaw with pain at her absence — as if his heart was being constantly torn further from his chest from some distant tugging by her from all those miles away. Not a single hour he couldn’t hear that darling, nasally little voice rasp ‘you’re all mine’ to him just how she had that night, feel the fresh flush of warmth at the memory, crave the embrace of how good the prospect had felt. To be hers, entirely, if only for a moment. 

But currently, the echo of her voice bouncing around his skull was drowned out by the shrill ring of his landline, managing to pierce his eardrums even muffled behind the walls of his office. 

As expected, it was followed closely behind with the padding of footsteps up the stairs. John stamped the butt of his joint against the iron on cue, dropping it into his jacket pocket and hurrying to bring the spare cigarette on the railing to his lips to take a puff. 

He cleared his throat, feigned an embarrassed smile and a rushed effort to toss the cigarette off the balcony. 

He pictured the exaggerated roll that amber eyes would have flashed at the artifice, the way they’d glint solid gold with his reflection, a sparkling, penetrating light that always left him feeling so fully seen and exposed down to his very soul. That powerful stare of hers that made him wonder if he’d ever really understood what it was to have a soul before she’d looked at him. 

For now he was only met with the dull, muddy hazels widened with silent questioning from the man who passed.  

John nodded, angling his head in the direction of the office continuing to overflow with the piercing ring of the telephone. “Would you?”

“Certainly, Brother John, but —” he gave a slight bow of his head. “Maybe it’s not my place…” Really, was this one that much of a teetotaler as to take issue with a single cigarette? “But the phone’s been ringing nonstop again today. I think the Father really wants to speak with you.”

“And it pains me deeply not to be able to take his calls myself.” It did. Depriving himself of Joseph’s company had been the most painful part of the past few days by far, but he just needed a little more time. “But I’m afraid I do have to rush off and attend to the logistics of the Pumpkin Farm recapture.” He spun on his heels, waving a friendly goodbye as he jogged towards the stairs. “But send him my best when you pass along the update!”