#mandy/jenny

[cosmicsponge2004]

VA Humor

It's a reference to this

I was gonna do a digital version but I watched 3 epsiodes from Season 1 and an out of context compilation and show was... kinda boring. The pilot was GREAT Though, along with a cool GBA Game. Season 2 is better but only some of it I'd consider "decent" to almost good. Such a fun idea for such an upsettingly mediocure cartoon

[mandiemegatron]

Aʅɱσʂƚ Tσσ Wαɾɱ

ᴬ ˢʰᵃᶜʰⁱ ˣ ᶜᶦˢ!ᶠᵉᵐ ᴿᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

ᴿᵃᵗᵉᵈ: ᴹ // ᶠⁱⁿᵍᵉʳⁱⁿᵍ, ᵗʰʳⁱˡˡ ᵒᶠ ᵍᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᶜᵃᵘᵍʰᵗ, ˢᵉᵐⁱ-ᵖᵘᵇˡⁱᶜ ˢᵉˣ(ᴵ ˢᵘᵖᵖᵒˢᵉ?), ˢʰᵃᶜʰⁱ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ⁿᵃˢ-ᵗᵃʸ 😈

A/N: Helloo every-nyan !! 🤭🤭💖💖 This is a special treat for my lovely fandom wife @buggyandthebartoclub AND my lovely beautiful Suga Suga @guilty-sugar who I am so blessed to know and im so happy you both put up with my crazy ass, i love u guys sm 🥺🥺🥺 and we all know Shachi is obsessed with the fact that three hotties love him 🤭🤭🤭💖💖💖 I hope you both enjoy this lil snacky-snack from your favourite Mandie 💖💖💖💖💖💖💋💋💋💋

Please like, comment or reblog if you enjoyed! Reblogging gets my works seen, please help out a struggling writer! I love u all sm my sweet, lil tangerines! Be good, stay safe 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

A breathy groan presses past your lips as Shachi's shaky fingers zip down your boiler suit, his own warm lips pressed against your throat. Sharp teeth ghosted across your skin as his hands finally tugged down the top half of the suit, desperate fingers gripping and teasing over your breasts.

"S-Shachi, wait-"

Immediately, he pulled back, his eyes staring you down worriedly over the top of his shades, his breathing heavy as he somehow gets out,

"Did I hurt you? You okay, babe?"

Your hands flutter over his face with a nod, a small smile washing over your burning face as you replied almost nervously,

"It's just... here?"

He raises an eyebrow with a wide grin, glancing up to Boiler Number 3 before glancing back down at you with a low chuckle.

"Why not here? We can make some noise and walk away sweaty without a second look from anyone else..."

He moved closer to moan lightly in your ear,

"Isn't that exciting?"

Your eyes fell shut at the feeling of his breath dancing across your skin, your smile widening slightly as you responded back by snaking your hands back around his shoulders and into his hair. You pulled him back to you, your lips finding his as if from muscle memory.

His tongue fought yours for a few moments, his hands resuming their teasing and wandering, sneaky fingers pressing against your flesh and pulling at your black cropped tank top. Your own fingers played with his firey locks, his hat sliding back until it hit the ground with a muted thump.

In a flash, he turned you around, your front pressed against the cold wall of the Tang as one of his hands wandered lower, pulling at the rest of your suit before pulling his own open, a desperate nature of him filling your senses. You could feel how slick and soaked you were, though nervous sweat beads on your skin as you glance to the side, keeping watch in case someone came around the corner quick enough to catch you two.

A choked moan reverberates off the metal as two of his long fingers press into you, a guttural sound leaving him as his teeth sink gently into the place between your shoulder and neck. He only pulls away to breathe into your ear,

"I knew you'd be fuckin' soaked, you slut."

You twitch around his fingers at the words, a low chuckle leaving him again as he curls his fingers and you see stars for a moment, the pads of his digits pressing your soft, spongy spot that sent pleasure over entire body.

"Already so close, babe? Tsk..."

He pulled out of you to motion for you to step out of one side of your suit and panties the same time as he rips his own suit down, pulling his strained cock from from his boxers. In a flash, he's pressed inside you, a loud, echoing sound leaving both of you at the feeling.

Your cunt sang for him as he began to move, the wet, pornographic sounds filling the boiler room as Shachi chases his own high. His one hand moves from holding your stomach to your neck, pressing down just enough to cut your breathing short. When you tap his forearm twice, he releases your throat and you inhale harshly, eyes rolling back with a lazy grin on your face.

"Y-you're so close, ba-babe," he almost laughs out, nearly breathless as his hips snap against your ass. "I c-can feel, how tigh- fuck..."

The building pressure inside was dizzying, your moans growing louder and louder as you begged him not to stop, your burning palms sucking in the chill from the metal wall.

"Shachi, oh God, Shachi-!"

His hips stuttered as you clenched and creamed around his cock, his rythym thrown for a second before he pounds back into you, his own moans barely muffled by your skin as he presses hot, wet kisses to anywhere he can reach.

"Fuck!"

One last, harsh thrust has him twitching and overflowing inside you, your vision going black right as someone rounds the corner. Your head falls back onto Shachis shoulder as he peppers breathless kisses to the side of your face before pulling a shaky finger to his sharp-toothed grin. You rolled your eyes with a slow nod as you both slowly come down from your high, his grip tight but welcoming on your body as his hands gently trace lovingly over your skin.

When your crew-mate finally rounded the corner to leave, Shachi slowly pulled from you, groaning at how your shared essence hit the floor. He was quicker than you, pulling himself together and grabbing paper towel, leaning down to clean the floor with a loud laugh as he watched you struggle to get back into your suit.

You threw him a withered glare, your cheeks painted a burnt pink as you finally gathered yourself, zipping up your suit and throwing your hair into a messy bun before picking up your lovers hat.

"Wasn't that fun, babe?"

You gave a short, almost barking laugh as Shachi tossed the paper towel into the trash, holding one hand out to you for you to take. You took the few steps to him and your fingers intertwined, a soft gasp leaving you as he pulled you to him roughly, his other arm wrapping around you and keeping your body to his.

"... okay, yeah. Yeah, it was fun."

He laughed loudly at your admittance before pulling you to a kiss, his love for you pouring into this one kiss that overfilled your heart. When he pulled away, his eyes watched you over his shades as you reached up to put his orca hat back where it belonged. His face broke out into a wide grin as he pulled you into a kiss again, soft murmurs of 'I love you,' escaping him.

"Are you guys done?!"

Shachi gave you one more quick kiss before lazily looking to poor Penguin and Bepo, both Heart Pirates sharing a bold, bright red face.

"You guys are nasty!" Came from poor Bepo, his voice a few octaves higher as he covered his face with large paws.

"And no invite?! Wow, feel the love, guys!" Penguin immediately got a slap over the back of his head from an embarrassed white paw.

"DON'T BE GROSS, PENGUIN!"

Shachi took the moment to laugh loudly before taking your hand once again. He took off running, pulling your tired body behind him as you both rushed past the other Hearts. You both grinned and laughed in delight as Bepo called out,

"We're gonna go tattle, you nasties!"

[a-crack-in-the-universe]

I don’t know if anyone else has had the same thought, but:

Brianna, Roger and their family are Brian and Ellen family 2.0.

Roger has been compared to Black Brian often over the past few books, they are both kind, tall and dark-haired.

People always comment on how much Brianna looks like Ellen. Hell, Brian mistakes her for Ellen when he accidentally sees her at 1739 Lallybroch. Plus she is a gifted artist like Ellen as well.

Jem has inherited the MacKenzie red hair and features. Jamie’s brother Willie was also a redhead.

Mandy, much like Jenny, is small and dark-haired, having taken after her father in looks.

It’s unclear what Davy will look like, but it stands to reason that he will be a redhead and inherit the MacKenzie features. Also, Davy was compared to Jamie, as Mandy said that they both look like ‘water’ in her mind. Perhaps Davy will not be a time traveller but will be able to travel through dreams like Jamie?

[rhyliethecaterfly]

Voice actors and actress that will be voicing my OCs if My fanmade comedy central show of mine Rhylie The Caterfly Princess

Princess Rhylie Caterfly (My Main OC Which Is Also Main Protagonist) will be voiced by Tara strong, Rhylie is going to sound like Unikitty from Unikitty Show.

Andrew Roberts (Oc Is Belongs To Andrewfunart On Deviantart) will be voice by Trey Parker, He’s going to sound like Stan Marsh From South Park.

Roberta Bot-3000 will be voice by Janice Kawaye, She’s going to sound like Jenny Wakeman from My Life As A Teenage Robot.

Berri Hare-ington will be voiced by Liliana Mumy, She are going to sound like Leni Loud from The Loud House.

Lizzie Jacobs (Oc Is Belongs To Lizzieq6061thegamer On DA And Lizzietherwbychibifan On Here) will be voiced by April Stewart, she will sound like Wendy Testaburger From South Park.

Pami Bunterfly (@pamithebunterfly2007's OC Which Is Going To Be A Main Former Antagonist If This Series) will be voiced by Mindy Kaling, Pami Is Going To Sound Like Velma Dinkley From 2023's Max Show Velma

Nurse Anastasia Bearybug Will Be Voiced By Tress Macneille, Anastasia Is Going To Sound Like Daisy Duck.

Randy Alipuppycorn Will Be Voiced By Yuri Lowenthal, Randy Is Going To Sound Like Teenage Ben Tennyson.

Zoe Drabungon Will Be Voiced By Rachel MacFarlane, Zoe Is Going To Sound Like Mindy From The Grim Adventures Of Billy And Mandy.

Gold Tabbyton (OC belongs to captaincakecookie on DA Which Is Deactivate As Well Will Be My Oc's Ex-Boyfriend) Will Be Voiced By James Monroe Iglehart, Gold Will Sound Like Vortex From Helluva Boss.

Aleah The Wishing Cat (Oc Belongs To Sakionoi On Deviantart) Will Be Voiced By Carolyn Lawrence, Aleah Is Going To Sound Like Sandy Cheeks From SpongeBob SquarePants.

Mackenzie "Deema" Pegacoon (Oc Belongs To DatOnePegacoonGirl Also On Deviantart) Will Be Voiced By Cree Summer, Mackenzie Will Sound Like Susie Carmicheal From Rugrats.

Sakura Kittymono (Oc Belongs To Sakurasno345 On Deviantart) Will Be Voiced By Britt McKilip, Sakura Will Sound Like Princess Cadance From My Little Pony Friendship Is Magic.

Snowdrop Polar Rabbit (Oc By Sakurasno345 On Deviantart) Will Be Voiced By Sugar Lynn Beard, Snowdrop Is Going To Sound Like Wish Bear From Care Bears Big Wish Movie.

[unacaritafeliz]

we know lardo would sweep so...

[mandymoore]

32nd Annual American Music Awards in Los Angeles, California - November 14, 2004

[hullomoon]

hullomoon’s works 2022: part six

it’s the end of the year, which means it’s time for a work round-up! this year i really tipped into being podfic heavy (and more multifandom!). if you haven’t yet, check out my 2019 roundup, 2020 roundup, and 2021 roundup! all works are ordered in chronological posting order.

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six | part seven | part eight

[podfic] we stood steady as the stars | Schitt’s Creek | David/Patrick | mature | 01:52:11

“You won’t even think about it?”

“I just don’t want you to inevitably have to divorce me when you find out how truly ill-equipped I am to be outdoors. I would miss you terribly.”

“What if I send you a link to the campground’s website to have a look, and ask for it to be my one and only birthday gift this year.”

 “Your one and only birthday gift? You want nothing else than to sleep with your outdoors-averse husband in a tent overnight? Nothing else at all?”

“That is correct.”

David takes a moment, and for a very brief second hates how much and how apparently unconditionally he loves Patrick.

“Please send me the link, I will think about it.” He holds a finger up to Patrick’s delighted face. “I will think about it.”

“That’s all I ask.”

*****

David does not do the outdoors. Until he does.

[podfic of we stood steady as the stars]

[podfic] Learned Our Lessons Well | Check Please! | Shitty & Jack | 34:07

Shitty had known enough sons of celebrities and millionaires to have a pretty clear idea of what Jack Zimmermann would be like. But this kid was nothing like any of them. For some reason, Shitty couldn’t shake the urge to protect this quiet, awkward nerd. Or to maybe actually be friends with him.

Or, scenes from Shitty’s and Jack’s friendship, from their frog year through Shitty’s second year at Harvard Law.

 [podfic of Learned Our Lessons Well]

baby, i’m so into you | Check Please! | Jenny/Mandy | explicit | 607

Mandy and Jenny enjoy each other's company 

[podfic] it’s okay to want things (i think) | A League of Their Own (TV) | Greta/Carson | 04:56

 It's far from the first time that a married woman's ring has snagged Greta's clothing or left scratches on her skin. But it's the first time that she's cared this much—and she hates that the cool press of unfamiliar metal against her cheek is enough to make her eyes narrow and her breath catch.

AKA: The reason why Carson stops wearing her wedding ring.

 [podfic of it's okay to want things (i think)

if only i could have a puppy | Schitt’s Creek | Stevie & David | ~1.6k

After adopting a dog David notices an error on the adoption papers. Of course, everyone in town has an opinion about that.

[podfic] Yes and No | A League of Their Own | Greta/Carson | 09:43

It's easy to say yes to Charlie—his hair ruffled and falling over his blue eyes—when they're six years old.

Five times Carson said yes to Charlie, and the first time she says no to Greta.

The Haus Official Ship Names | Check Please! | Zimbits | multivoice | 30:15

“I’m sorry, what?!”

“Hockey RPF, it means real per…”

“I know what that means. Before that.”

“Zimbits?” he replies with a laugh.

“Mmmhmmm.” Bitty narrows his eyes.

————

A highly intellectual discussion of ship names: the real, the hypothetical, the fucking unpronounceable.

[podfic] holiday volcanoes | Schitt’s Crek | David/Patrick | 02:52

“Should we send out holiday cards now that we’re married?” Patrick asks. They’re relaxing on the couch after work, David curled up under a comfy blanket with his head resting in Patrick’s lap. “I heard Ray is offering a special holiday photo package.”

David looks up at Patrick with one eyebrow raised. “That would be a no.”

“I don’t know, David. It says here that we could be photographed in the arctic, in Santa’s workshop, or in front of a holiday volcano.”

Or, Ray is offering a holiday photo package and Patrick is a troll.

[podfic] Sweater Weather | Check Please! | Dex/Ransom/Holster | 13:41

In which a sweater (or three) act as a catalyst.

it’s fine if it’s with you | Schitt’s Creek | Stevie/Twyla | 3.3k

Stevie and Twyla try fake dating. It’s much harder than it looks.

[herefortheteadandthed]

One of the (your) girls -

Max Verstappen x Fem!Reader

first imagine what do y’all think? ive loved this song since it came out it’s been on my mind and max is simply the hottest so. enjoy luvs

lock me up and throw away the key

“fuck yeah take it shatje, so good” he pounded into your throat and gripped your hair unforgivingly.

This was your typical night, when he wasn’t on his sim or partying he was with you, he didn’t love you, you both knew that but the way he fucked you made you feel ethereal. He saw you as merely an object but you weren’t exactly opposed to it, just as long as you felt loved while he thrusted into you with force.

He knows how to get the best out of me

He shoved his fingers further down your throat as you gagged, attempting to pull away.

“no no no shatje, i know what you can take, trust me?” you nodded apprehensively

“bad idea”

i’m no fools for the world to see

you and max were arguing. Again.

“you can’t just fuck me, treat me like shit and then go and tell everyone!”

you screamed at him as he walked over, admiring how his shirt swam on your smaller figure.

After a few moments of silence and him coming closer just to stare depose into your eyes

“say something!” you finally snapped, growing angry at the love? he was looking at you with

“oh shatje you never were good at shutting up”

he taunts you placing a callused hand on your wet cheek.

with a sudden burst of confidence you say “fuck you max” immediately cowering seeing his expression shift from admiration to dissatisfaction.

trade my whole life just to be

You stumble, the sting against your skin was cold at first, before heat and pain began radiating from your right cheek. You stare at him in disbelief as you burst into tears.

“come here mijn schatzi” he opened his arms, and you mentally shunned yourself for collapsing into his chest. Arms tucked in front of yourself protectively as his firm grip rests around you. He places gentle kisses on you head before resting his chin atop your head.

top of the world but i’m still not free

“why do you care Max?!?” you yelled at him trying not to cry out of frustration “you have said so many times - We. Aren’t. Dating” I emphasise the words.

“That doesn’t mean you care wear this slutty dress and let men look at you as if they want to do what only i’m allowed to!”

Max raises his voice to conquer my feeling of control.

“It’s just a dress, Max!” you can barely finish the sentence before he pushes you against a wall pinning your hands with one of his big, strong, veiny hands.

“Listen here, you EVER raise you voice to me again and you will fucking regret it” he is dangerously close to your face, daring, waiting for you to say something. You bite your tongue and look up at him with pure anger.

“brat” he spits “can’t even go to one gathering without my dick so you wear this?”

it was a dark red cocktail dress with a deep neck line and a split up the leg. It showed off his favourite parts of you and in one of his favourite colours. You were teasing him. something in your eyes while you were talking to charles said “come on, play with me.” he wouldn’t.

“well i guess if you won’t, someone else will” you say under your breathe. He caught it.

this is a secret that i keep

The jealousy pulsing through his body as he violently rubbed your sensitive clit while fucking you into the bed was unfamiliar to him. This was his way of taking back control.

He told himself continuously that he felt nothing for you, but the warmth of your skin against his became his favourite feeling.

-

“so what’s even going on with you and Max” your best friend Ella asked for the 100th time.

“I know Ella, it’s complicated-“ She gripped your hand with a pleading look in her eyes.

“I know what you’re going to say, and i won’t comment but please” she grips tighter looking into your soul. She always had a way of doing that, she had helped me through so mandy harsh places and she was now helping me through my first ever “relationship” that was basically just fuck buddies but he would buy me things sometimes.

“you’re a beautiful person inside and out, don’t let him abuse that”

Until he’s gone I can never find peace

Sitting on my bathroom floor as he begged me to let him in, he knocked on the door.

“Baby please, come out we can figure this out, we can talk” You could’ve sworn you heard his voice break towards the end. Manipulator.

I quickly stood up opening the door, as he stumbles back I push him, he barely flinches.

“HOW FUCKING DARE YOU” I have never been this angry, the anger only a boyfriend should be able to cause.

“baby please! i swear it was a few months ago” i had found texts on his phone some slut who he fucked when we were still “together”

“It doesn’t matter, we never have dated and we are not dating! you can fuck who you want!” Wrong.

“I just care that you can be balls deep in a girl and i’m not even allowed to flirt with a guy!”

It was true, Max and you both know how jealous he is, so sensitive to rejection.

“Oh shatje, it’s not like that-“ he raised his hands in emphasis.

“Then what is it like?! HUH?”

Trained my whole life just to be

Before Max you were a virgin, barely even made with a guy before. He loved it, relished in the innocence, the way you gripped his arms and scratched his back as he first entered you.

“So tight” he repeated, praise and degradations fell from his lips as he refused to kiss you. He doesn’t want any romance, just a stress reliever, to ruin that innocent. No intimacy.

Now you were well trained to him, so responsive and most of the time obedient. Unless you were acting up, in a bratty mood which he loved as well.

“Still want to act like a brat?” he stilled his vicious thrusts into your sore centre.

“N-no i swear i’ll be good”

On him the instant you wanted to be filled to the brim.

We don’t gotta be in love no, i don’t gotta be the one no…

You knew you meant nothing to him, just a pet, a few holes to fill when angry or bored.

However recently things had shifted

“Fuck you’re so beautiful like this, my pretty girl” your heart exploded in every way possible as the rare praise fell from his lips that were now attached to yours.

He kissed you? he never did that, to intimate, it meant he was admitting what you would never believe- he was in love with you.

i just wanna be one of your girls tonight

“i can’t do this anymore max” you shamefully admitted as you sat next to him on his couch avoiding eye contact

He looked at you in shock and sadness, who wouldn’t want him.

“what?” he struggles to get out and his heart drops at the thought.

“I’m in love with you max, and ignoring this is killing me, It’s driving me insane knowing you couldn’t give less of a shit about me when i would do anything for you” you didn’t even realise that tears had started to fall from your tired eyes.

“I can’t keep waiting for you to call me, just to kick me to the curb once you finish. The sec is amazing, i can’t lie” you are now facing him as he fiddles with his hands. He usually intimidating aura shattering at the thought of losing you.

“But this” you say gesturing to the air between you “is driving me insane”

“You’re in love with me?” no one had ever said such things to him, the rare conversations you would have, the laughs, the times where you would fall asleep in his arms after going at it for hours and he could actually sleep for once. holding you protectively against him.

“Yes max” there’s no need to say more. you stand and reach for your bag, his hand catches your wrist.

“But i treat you like shit, but i don’t want to, i don’t mean to, I-I-I just” did max verstappen just stutter?

He stands to be facing you “Can’t you see, i’m so in love with you it drives me insane, you so funny, and smart, and you are the most beautiful person i have ever seen, please just-“

You look into his now teary blue eyes with an expression he can’t really read, anger? sadness? frustrating? all of it.

“And you just say this now? seriously?”

“I was to scared to admit it! i’ve never been in love but i fell so hard and i thought that maybe if i treated you like this then i could get over you but i can’t- i can’t Y/n” he is gripping the sides of your face begging you not to look away, not to leave.

“This way everyone would stay away from you, and i could be with you without the commitment” He finally admits.

“Max is cant-“ your mind is racing a mile a minute.

“Please, please, please don’t leave, i promise ill- i don’t know” he is now on his knees, hugging your hips.

“I don’t want to be like this, teach me please, how to love, how to treat you like you deserve, because you deserve the world” These soft words, these compliments, confessions feel foreign to you both, but they feel good.

After a moment of silence you pull his hair back to be looking up at you, his usually cold demeanour broken down.

“one chance, and you better give it all you have-“ you can barely finish before he’s lifting you and throwing you over his muscular shoulder.

“max!” you yelp as he places you on the bed, crawling to suck, kiss, bite every part of you. Anything he can get.

“I will do anything, i will buy you everything you want” you stop him

“I don’t want jewels and bags, i want love, i want to be on you’re mind, i want you to be driven as crazy as i was, i want to fill that massive hole in your heart that you told me about when you were drunk” You tell him sweetly.

“I will, dates, snuggles, love i will be your first, best and last i swear!” he looks up to you with that look you claimed you hated, like you hung the stars in the sky, like the the reason the planets are in orbit, like he’s in love.

You’re not one his girls, he is your man, and you - his woman.

[nightrae13]

As a kid, it always bugged me that I knew Mandy Moore reprised Rapunzel in Sofia the First, but her singing voice sounds so different to me lmaoo. Now, I realized that her singing voice may have been pitched up in the show, so that's why it sounds different. I tried pitching it down (and may have damaged the mixing sorry), and even tho I did not get the exact voice ...I can now rest as it sounded closer lol

or maybe I was overthinking the og voice the whole time and it's just a different music from Alan Menken who knows?

EDIT: IT WAS JENNY KIDD WHO SUNG but did not get credit until she announced it on her FB page. Child me was right haha

[walkinginland]

shuffle drabble #13

realized I never posted this one here, so here have a lil outlander drabble based on fernando ortega's "this time next year." takes place early season 7/late ABOSAA

Jamie knew that bairns had no regard for time. They grew and changed in the space between blinks and breaths. He had seen it with Jenny’s children, and he had seen it in his own son, and now he watched his grandchildren show the same disregard for the normal passage of time.

Jemmy sat against him now, head bobbling against Jamie’s shoulder as he dozed, and wee Mandy snuggled deeper in her wrappings in his arms, snuffling in her sleep through blue-tinged lips. Jamie held his grandchildren tighter, and prayed that just this once, time would be kind to them.

[zimmerdouche]

"Listen! The 90s were totally fly-"

"Well, except for when we died. That was kind of a buzzkill."

"Total buzzkill, homeskillet."

_X_

I sent in a prompt to @omgauplease months ago that I desperately wanted to fill, but knew I couldn't do justice without drawing it - which wasn't possible until recently. Enjoy a version of Ransom and Holster that died in the 90s and now haunt the attic, giving modern sorority sisters Mandy and Jenny "hella" advice.

And have a PNG as well - since Procreate totally butchers GIFs. (Or you can tap, especially on mobile, for full quality!)

[preservationofnormalcy]

So, we have Mandy from Relativistic Scheduling with us for our next Intern Day. Did you want to say a few words and introduce yourself? Not really. Do I have to? Mandy, the speech to text synthesizer is literally on, that registered. Just like, say anything.

I'm Mandy Vasquez-Wright, and when I was in high school I wanted to change my name to Blodwyn. My favorite color is purple or pink, and- Maybe say what you do for the OPN? Oh. ...Into the mic. I'm the intern for Relativistic Scheduling and Amanda's personal assistant. She deals with the temporal anomalies, and I figure out how to write them down for the case files in a way that uses tenses three dimensional beings can understand. I'm super stoked to meet you all and definitely not doing this because Jenny's been bugging me about it for months. Thanks Mandy! She'll be here on 4/15 to answer any and all of your questions about nonstandard chronology, and what it's like to work in RS; send in your asks now and specify that they're for her to answer!

[knightofleo]

Favourite Songs of 2023

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[gotham-ruaidh]

Who I Am - a 7x07 and 7x08 story

Set in the “Tell Me About Your Family” universe – where William visits the new Big House at Fraser’s Ridge together with Jamie, Claire, Brianna and Roger and their kids, Ian and Rachel and wee Oggy, Fanny, and Jenny Fraser Murray, in an imagined Book 9-ish timeline. He’s known that Jamie is his father for some time, but this is his first “family” visit.

Catch up on the story here:

Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6 || Chapter 7 || Chapter 8 || Chapter 9 || Chapter 10

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“I thought ye said ye were raised on a farm.”

Jenny Fraser Murray reached across to undo the knot that William had somehow tangled in the wool. “Here. Ye pull the strands apart like this, and then ye wind them together.”

William flushed but kept his head bent to his work. “I lived on my stepfather’s plantation for a time, but I was always busy riding or studying with my tutors or helping him entertain guests. I’m afraid I’m not much of a farmer, Auntie Jenny.”

She tsked. “So I assume ye never learned to clickit, either?”

“Pardon?”

“To make socks or scarves wi’ yarn using needles.”

Carefully he wound the strands of raw wool. “To knit? No, I never learned that either. Though I do remember my grandmother Dunsany had a basket full of yarn and thread and thimbles in her sitting room. I got into it once when I was a boy and she was not too happy with me.”

Jenny expertly tied off a handful of raw wool, and carefully took the wool from William’s hands. “Jamie and I learned to clickit from our Mam when we were bairns. My husband Ian – we grew up together, and one year for Hogmanay before we were courting, we knit each other hats wi’out knowing.” She smiled at the memory. “No’ like I needed one, mind. But it was a nice gift all the same.”

William gathered the tied-off piles of wool from the table and began stacking them on the tray Jenny had brought out onto the porch. “Was that before or after he lost his leg?”

“Oh, before. And he didnae lose the whole leg, just the part below the knee. He took grapeshot to the leg when he and Jamie were mercenaries in Flanders.”

That got William’s attention. “Da was a mercenary?”

Jenny nodded, stretching the cramp out of her neck and shoulders. “Aye, for the year after Father died. He had a price on his heid, so he needed to be somewhere else. He spoke French, so the choice was simple.” She turned to look at her nephew. “Did ye not ken that? Weel, I suppose there’s still a lot you don’t ken about my brother.”

William pursed his lips. “I didn’t know, no. It must have been his first time serving with an army, I suppose. And a foreign one, too.”

They watched a hawk glide soundlessly over the mountain. Smiled at Jem and Germaine sitting high up in the oak tree at the edge of the dooryard, swinging their legs from a high branch.

“He’s no’ spoken to me about it. Ever. Ian came home wounded, but Jamie didnae come back to Lallybroch wi’ him, on account of him being a wanted man. It took months until Ian was back on his feet, and while I mended him he told me a few things here and there about what it was like with the army. But then we turned back to running Lallybroch, and we were marrit not too long afterward, so…”

William stood, and extended a hand to help Jenny to her feet. Carefully he gathered the tray, now heaped high with wool. “Where may I take this for you, Auntie?”

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It was a fine, crisp late summer evening. Roger supervised Jem, Germaine, Mandy, and Fanny washing the supper dishes at the trough in the dooryard, taking advantage of the last light. Jenny and Brianna’s voices drifted from somewhere inside the house, planning for the next day’s spinning of the raw wool into yarn. Ian and Rachel had retreated to their cabin with Oggy, who had fussed quite a bit during supper and clearly needed somewhere quiet to rest.

“Here.” William looked up to see his father holding out a pewter cup, took it, and shifted a bit on the bench to allow room for Jamie to sit beside him.

“I still can’t believe how peaceful it is here,” William remarked, watching the last rays of sun touch the treetops on the mountain.

“Aye. I’ve a short list of things I’m most happy about in my life. Getting the grant for this land is on it.” Jamie held out his own pewter cup, and William tapped it. “Slainte.”

“Slan-juh,” William echoed, taking a sip, feeling proud he did not immediately grimace.

Jamie smiled. “Good lad. We’ll have ye speaking the Gaidhlig fluently before too long.”

“You speak French?”

Jamie frowned, a bit surprised at the sudden question. “I do. And the Latin and Greek, a bit of Cherokee, and a wee bit of Chinese as weel.” He sipped his whisky. “And you, wee William? You must have the Latin and Greek, if your education was as good as Lord John has told me.”

“Yes. And French, and now some of the Prussian language as well.”

“Of course, on account of the Hessians.”

William nodded. Sipped his whisky. “I’m asking because Auntie Jenny told me today that you had served as a mercenary.”

“In Flanders. Aye. That was a long time ago.”

“Was that your first time serving in an army?”

Jamie stretched out his long legs, exposing his kneecaps as the drapes of the kilt fell away, pocked with scars.

“It was. I didnae have much choice, mind you. I had escaped from the English at Fort William, in the Highlands. I was being held for murdering an officer. I hadnae murdered him, mind you, but there was no reasoning with the garrison commander. That man had had me flogged twice in the space of a week, after all.”

William’s eyes bugged at this information.

Claire emerged onto the porch, medical apron tied over her skirts. “There you are. Is now a good time?”

Jamie shifted his pewter cup to his left hand, and extended his right hand over the rail of the bench. Claire pulled up a chair so that Jamie’s four-fingered hand lay in her lap, and pulled a jar out of a pocket.

William blinked, remembering his manners, and craned his neck to see. “What’s that?”

Claire opened the jar and set it between her knees. “It’s a salve I make for Jamie, on account of the pain he still feels in his hand. Helps to loosen the tension. Especially on days like today when I know he’s been using it too much.”

“Near every bone in this hand was broken when I was no’ much older than you,” Jamie explained casually, grimacing a bit as Claire’s sure fingers kneaded the salve into the tissue. “Pained me for years. And then at Saratoga I injured it again. Both times, Claire mended me. She promised me I’d have a working hand, and I do.”

“My first real surgery, this hand was,” she murmured, massaging the palm with both thumbs.

Jamie leaned over to kiss her forehead.

William cleared his throat. “I knew that Saratoga was not your first battle.”

“But it was yours,” Jamie interjected.

William took a sip of whisky. “Yes. I – I thought I would be better prepared.”

“There’s nothing that can prepare you, lad. I was but twenty years old when I fought my first true battle. I’d done the occasional cattle raid here and there, so I thought I’d be ready.”

“I wager you weren’t.”

“No. Drilling is easy. Knowing what to do in the heat of battle, right after you see your comrades die in front of you…that’s something else entirely.”

William watched Fanny and Mandy carefully carry a stack of clean plates and pewter cups across the dooryard and back into the house. Smelled the sharp, clean tang of the ointment.

“I am ashamed to tell you this, but I do not think I acted too honorably in the first battle.”

“At Saratoga, you mean?”

William nodded, looking down at his hands. “I froze. My comrade…my friend…took a bullet right next to me. All I remember is General Fraser screaming at me, but I couldn’t hear any of the words.”

He watched Jamie’s hand slide on to his, gripping it. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of, son. It’s the hell of a shock. I’ve experienced it myself, a time or two.”

“Prestonpans. Culloden. The war with the Regulators,” Claire murmured.

William swallowed. “I recovered, of course, and led the next charge. Though now I realize it was you and your men I was fighting, and that fact makes me absolutely sick to my stomach.”

Jamie squeezed his son’s hand. “Take that feeling, lad, and multiply it by the largest number ye can think of. And then you’ll know just how I felt, when in the second battle I shot your hat right off your heid.”

William raised his mug to his lips, watching the liquid slosh as his hand shook. Feeling his body seize up with tension. “Dear God.”

His vision swam. His pulse dropped.

Steps – Mother Claire. Gently taking away his mug, and resting her hands on his shoulders. “William. It’s all right. You’re here with us now. Breathe deep.”

Jamie’s hand gripping his. “In and out, lad. Follow me.”

Claire undoing his stock, settling a hand on the clammy back of his neck. “Slowly now.”

He did not know if it was minutes or hours that Jamie and Claire surrounded him, comforted him, soothed him.

But when he did return to himself, he was crying.

“I’m sorry,” he gasped.

Jamie squeezed his shoulder, and kissed his temple. “There’s nothing to be sorry for, lad.”

“It’s called a panic attack.” Claire felt his cheeks and forehead with the back of a cool hand. “Have you had them before?”

He licked his parched lips. “Yes, but never that strong. Only when I’m truly upset.”

“I can give you some guidance on what to do, should it happen again and we’re not here to help,” she said gently. “But there’s no cure. I’m sorry to tell you that even in my time, these things happen. Perhaps even more frequently.”

William swallowed. “Have men not discovered a way to end all wars, then?”

She knelt on the porch, still holding his pulse between her fingers. “I’m afraid not. You know that Jamie’s endured several wars. I endured a war of my own, in the years right before I met him. England and France and the Americans were all on the same side of this war, if you can believe it. Fighting the Prussians, in the fields of France.”

“They called it a world war,” Jamie added. “Men fighting each other wi’out swords, but with guns, and with bombs dropped from the sky.”

“I worked in an aid station, right at the edge of the combat zone.” Claire looked at him, but her eyes were so far away. “Patched up many men not too much older than you. So, I understand.”

William swallowed. “I – I am a soldier. Being a soldier is what I’ve aspired to for my whole life. To be like my stepfather, and the men in his family.”

Jamie and Claire listened, patient.

“But I like this – being with all of you, here in the quiet. Perhaps I’m more cut out to be a farmer. I love my men, but this life here…”

“We understand, William.” Jamie reached to cup his son’s cheek, for the first time in his life, as if he were a wee lad. “And we will love you and support you no matter what you choose.”

“The Americans will win this war, will they not?”

“They will,” Claire said softly. “Of that I’m certain.”

William set his jaw. “Perhaps I should start spending a lot more time here.”

“There’s nothing we’d love more. But you have a life outside of this place, William – we cannae keep you from it.”

“Being here, with all of you, this past week – it makes me wonder whether this life here is more important. I need more time with you, Da – and with you, Mother Claire – and with Brianna and her family. I need to know who I am.”

Jamie smiled. “You already do, lad.”

[bosinclairsgff]

I wanna ruin our friendship

Amanda young x f reader

Based on the song Jenny Studio Killers

Warnings: age gape (reader is 20, Amanda is in her early 30s), fluff, cussing

You’ve been working with Amanda as one of Johns apprentices for almost 4 months. Both of you had bonded over hating Mark. He made both your lives miserable. Always telling you how to do things or what to do. Even though he was in no way above either of you. John tries to get you guys to at least be civil with each other, however Amanda never seems to be in the mood for it. Today was especiallytense, no-one seemed to be in the best mood. “Amanda can you get your shit off my fucking desk huh? Is that to much for you to comprehend?” Mark says sternly. Amanda rolled her eyes and walked over to his work area. Saying nothing she picked up her stuff, making eye contact with him. If looks could kill he’d be dead by now. I stand back and watch the whole interaction unfold. Amanda looks over at me and smiles softly, my heart skips a beat. I make my way over to her. “Hey, you okay? He was a real dick to you.” I say. “I’m fine, he just annoys the absolute fuck out of me. I mean, who does he think he is? Talking to me like that.” Amanda states while glancing over in his direction. I touch her arm slightly and rub tiny circles on her. It’s moments like this I don’t hate having to be here in this awful warehouse. She looks at me with such a beautiful, loving smile. “Can you guys actually do something? We have a lot of work to do while you guys sit there and fuck off.” Mark yells. Her smile immediately fades and she stands still clinching her fists tight. “He’s not worth the trouble Mandy, you know this won’t end well.” I whisper to her. She simply ignores me and makes her way over to where Mark is standing. “I am not some bitch you can bark orders at, you got that?” She spits her words at him. He has a shit eating grin on his face. Mark loves when he gets under her skin. “Well, maybe I wouldn’t have to bark orders at you if you actually did your job instead of flirting with your stupid bitch over there.” That was her breaking point. I knew where this was heading so I quickly made my way to her side. “Say that again and I’ll cut your fucking tongue out Hoffman.” She says as she pulls a switch blade out of her pocket. I grab her wrist and tell her to let it go. She doesn’t listen for a moment, letting her anger consume her. “Mandy, come on, he’s not worth it at all. He’s just an idiot.” I whisper to her while looking into her eyes. This gets her to lower her knife and calm down. “Yeah that’s right listen to your bitch.” Mark says chuckling lightly. Immediately Amanda swings her fist into his face. At first I’m to stunned to speak. However reality hits, thinking fast I grab her wrist and take off running. We manage to make it out of the building and down the road. “I can’t believe you hit him! You actually hit him!” I slightly yell while out of breath. “I couldn’t let him speak about you like that.” She says in response also trying to catch her breath. We slump down against the near by buildings wall as we calm down. I notice Amanda shaking her hand and wincing in pain. “Are you okay? You hit him pretty hard, I’m honestly surprised you didn’t break something.” I smile softly. “I’m okay, just hurt a little bit not to bad.” She responds. I could tell she wasn’t telling the complete truth. Slowly I start to scoot closer to her until our shoulders are touching. “Thank you Mandy, I appreciate you more than you’ll ever know.” I whisper slightly. Amanda looks up at me a bit stunned to speak. Instead she places her hand on my thigh while rubbing back and forth. I let out a shaky sigh. “Amanda…I…I want to be more than friends. I want to be with you, protect you and love you.” I blurt out without really thinking about the consequences. She stops rubbing my thigh and simply stares into my eyes. It felt like this went on for hours, just us looking at each other. For a moment I thought I had ruined absolutely everything. “Y/n, I want to be with you too. I can’t handle thinking about being away from you or not being able to save you. I’d do anything for you.”

Pt.2 coming soon…

A/n Hey guys! This is my first full fanfic! Sorry if it’s not the best, if you want part 2 I’ll be more than happy to write it!

[incorrect-hs-quotes]

Cronus: i’m thinking about writing a song for her.

Cronus: i’m gonna call it “Meenah”.

Eridan: Wow, a song named after a girl. There aren’t a million of those already.

Cronus: Name twenty.

Eridan: Rosanna, Roxanne, Michelle, Alison, Sarah, Angie, Brandy, Mandy, Gloria, Cecilia, Maggie May, Jessica, Nancy, Barbara Ann, Billie Jean, Layla, Lola, Polly, Helena, Jenny from the Block.

Cronus: Name six more.

Eridan: Sherry, Laura, Wendy, Maria, Peggy Sue, Minnie the Moocher.

Cronus: Name five more.

Eridan: Tracy, Jean, Jane, Mary Ann, Eleanor Rigby.

Cronus, throwing down his guitar: Go glub yourself.