#pappy... it's going to be ok

[thatbanditqueen]

Louisiana Saturday Night, a new fic.....

I have been working on a new WIP set at the Louisiana Hayride from 1954 - 1956, and will probably post chapter one in the next few days. It starts in October 1954, when 19 year-old Elvis had never played outside the small clubs of Memphis, except for that once. At the Opry. And that didn't go too well.

Now he faces his biggest audience ever at the Lousiana Hay Ride: over three thousand people in-person (a thousand more than the Opry!) and millions over the radio. He has only recorded two singles, never been away from home much or gone beyond second base with a girl, and doesn't know much about life as a touring musician. But he's eager to learn and grab every opportunity he can with those long, inexperienced slender fingers.

This fic will have my usual blend of poorly executed dry humor, fluff, smut and angst.

please comment or reblog if you want to be tagged - here is a preview.

Here is a snippet from Chapter 1: Hot Wax

Approximately 9:15 p.m.

Saturday, October 16, 1954

The Municipal Auditorium in Shreveport, Louisiana

The first time she saw Elvis up close he was hunched over the sink tapping his fingers along the porcelain rim. Rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet, he reminded Freddie of a bottle rocket about to blow. She smiled at the thought of him bursting through the ceiling like a comic book hero, his oversized sports coat trailing behind him like a long pink cape.

She wasn’t sure if he was recovering from his first set or talking himself into the second, but what she did know was that this kid was as green as they came. Horace had been reading Pappy the riot act yesterday when she walked by his office, yelling at him for booking “some hillbilly who just fell off the turnip truck, cuz Sam Philips brings you a bottle of Jack every time he comes through town.”  The audience out there had been so taken aback by his country bop they’d forgotten to clap, and she doubted Pappy would be allowed to invite him back.

As she watched the show up in the control booth, Freddie had wondered if Elvis’ performance had gone over better with the radio listeners who hadn’t had to watch his stilted, awkward movements on stage. There was a ragged emotional tenor to his voice, and now that she was standing right in front of him she had to admit he had a dark, sultry allure that was strikingly different from all these other boys doing their best Gene Autry impression.

But geez, now the poor kid began to mutter into his reflection and she hoped he wouldn’t cry. Freddie barely knew how to deal with the girls she found balling in the bathroom. 

“Um, hey there. You ok?”

Elvis jerked around and ran his hand through his sopping wet hair and straightened up, stiff like a deer caught in the headlights. 

“Most folks are nervous their first time. That’s a big crowd.”

“Don’t you worry about me, honey, I ain’t nervous.” He looked her over, a sneer forming at his mouth. “Didn’t you heard the man? I’m the hottest thing on wax. Mr. Logan just asked me to play a second set.”

“Oh - uh - well, I guess I was wrong.”

“MMhmmm. Just getting geared up to go back on stage.” He settled his hands at his waist and shot her a sulky fierce glower, then waggled his eyebrows in a challenge.

“Oh, well that's good. Maybe you can answer something for me then.”

“Anything baby.” 

He softened and bit his lip, giving her what she took to be his version of a come hither look. He looked like he was fighting back a sneeze and Freddie had to swallow her laughter. 

“Why are you in the Ladies’ Powder Room?”

Elvis paused and looked down for a beat as he shook his head and laughed.

She nodded toward the shelf of perfume bottles, powders and the basket of dainty pink sanitary napkin boxes with Kotex printed along the sides.

He let out a low whistle and rubbed his mouth.

“Man o man, I guess you got me, might be jus a lil nervous. I ‘spose I really weren’t watching were I was going, huh?”

Freddie couldn’t help the way she dumbly smiled back, noticing up close how long and thick his eyelashes were as he looked down at her through them. She suddenly had the urge to take his hand and lead him to the green room where she could make him a hot cup of tea and comfort him and give him all the advice she had from her four years of working at KWKH. But instead she took a deep breath and fidgeted with her cardigan.

“I won't tell anyone you were in here. It can be our secret."

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[rosetyler42]

Ok, here's an idea I've been bouncing around for some time. Considering VH and Vlad both seem to have the "You gotta not spoil/coddle your kids to toughen them up" I figure this would happen. Especially with Simon, being the boy and being shy and quiet like his father is.

I thought it'd be fun to show the contrast with Mavis and Mike + Linda or Drac falling into old patterns for Ericka basically to tell them off. I was gonna do both of them cowed but it seemed OOC for Vlad and I kinda liked the possible "Jeb and Lucky Jack" or "Statler and Waldorf" dynamic of two similar grumpy old guys who have something of a friendly rivalry going on. Since they used to hate eachother. It's sort of inspired by @hotelt-resurrection 's work. They're a couple of Poopdeck Pappys, basically.

@lovelylivelyv @black-ak9 @hotelt-resurrection @serial-serializednovelreader @deathfangirl9 @kittyball23 @heartsong1994 @wingingfromthezing

[v1rtualsalvat10n]

I've got some Luigi whump. I dunno if it's what people were hoping for but it's kinda both a psychoanalysis and a vent about things I've seen/heard. I also have no idea how jails and prisons work......

Luigi's first call with his parents was spent hunched in the phone booth at the police station. He was hiding his wet eyes.

He was dreading this call in the months of his absence and the circumstances made it far worse. He felt like a little boy again. Small and desperate for help.

"we'll pay for your lawyer, but we can't see you, Luigi."

He somehow said, "I understand," with a steady voice.

When the other line clicked, his helplessness turned into frustration; a fleeting moment of power, that he used to slam the receiver down.

"another outburst like that and you're going into solitary." The cop motions for him to move. Leading him to the holding cells.

He gets locked in, unceremoniously.

It's just quiet enough for him to hear the cop tell the guard. "Keep an eye on the kid, 'threw a tantrum on the phone earlier."

"this is what happens when parents don't spank their kids" the guard responds.

"I'm sure he'll get plenty of that in prison," they both chuckle.

That small, helpless feeling creeps inside of him again. This time there's no mamma and pappi to cry to.

ANOOOOOOOOOOOON IM IN TEAAARSSSS I LOVE MY POOR BABY SO MUCH FUCK!!!!! its ok i dont know how ts works either... YOU STILL DID SO WELL IM CRYING

[keytomind]

INSPIRATION 101

This post will be two-fold. You shall see.

Have you ever felt inspired to do better for yourself because someone that you cared about did not see the best in you?

We can dissect all of the flaws in such a person’s thinking, but rather than doing so, let us use such a scenario as fuel for our growth.

When another person whom you cared for begins to say negative things about you by either hurling insults in your direction or invalidating your beliefs, they are only verbalizing their own insecurities and attempting to weaponize them against you. They will call you weak, soft, stupid, and litany of adjectives that will either bring you to tears or bring you to laughter as they do not know you as well as they think they do.

I have been single for going on six years now. There are times that I am incredibly bored and dissatisfied with my life, but it beats the option of being stuck with a person that you are miserable with, just to have a warm body laying next to you in bed at night.

Shortly after this dissolved relationship, I made the greatest purchase of my life: hold up, that was buying a dog… several dogs, actually. OK, the next best purchase that I ever made was investing in a Peloton. I am at the age where running and other cardio becomes too much wear and tear on my bones and joints, and cycling has become the perfect alternative for me. Rather than purchasing a mountain bike to hit the roads, a stationary bike works best for me as it allows me to avoid making any bullshit excuses, because if I was stuck with only an outdoor bike, it is too easy for me to say that it’s too late, it’s dark outside, it’s cold, it’s raining, it’s snowing, etc. When that stationary bike is staring at me in my living room, it holds me accountable from not getting the work done, and consistent accountability is the determining factor towards achieving results, and results are so fucking addicting.

As I rode my bike tonight, I was planning to only do a short ride to break a sweat. I manicured an incredible playlist to get me going and with each mile that logged in the odometer, it only fired me up to keep going farther. And as I rode, all I could think about was that one person who did not value me in the same light that I valued her. She thought that she knew me, but the truth is that she will never get to experience the best parts of me, and as I continue to work and I feel my core burning and my weight dropping to return back to where I want to be, all I could think was “keep fucking going… don’t stop now.”

The second fold of this piece…

In honor of arguably America’s greatest holiday tomorrow, the Fourth of July, I am only reminded of the greatest man that I have ever known and who I miss in more ways than I can efficiently put into words: my mother’s father, whom I called Pappy.

Pappy was a 17 year old boy when he went to war. He lied about his age because his best friend (his brother) was drafted and he wanted to enlist in order to fight alongside him and protect him. (Do they still make men like this anymore? I fucking doubt it.)

As his grandson, I used to ask him all the time “Pappy, what did you do in the war?” and Pappy always downplayed his role, saying that he was nothing more than a truck driver. He told me that he fought in Germany and that he never saw any true battle, but he had scars that said otherwise and he claimed that it was shrapnel that caught him here and there.

When he passed away at the age of 92, we studied his DD214 (his discharge paperwork) when applying for his military benefits and his paperwork stated that he was the recipient of four bronze stars. This honor is only given to soldiers who exhibited incredible valor in the field of battle. When I shared this information with some of the local veterans that I knew, they were all amazed and eager to learn how he earned them, and they were equally disappointed to learn that he never shared those stories with us, although they understood why. Some of those boys left those stories behind because they just hurt too much and they wanted to forget about them.

As a civilian, even I knew that a soldier is not awarded four bronze stars for being “just a truck driver”. My Pappy was so much more than that. Knowing who he was and what he stood for, I know now that my Pappy was a bad mother fucker who somehow had a heart of gold. He didn’t take any shit from anyone because he learned that life was too short and it could be taken from him in a heartbeat.

As I ride my bike, and as I grow tired in my rides and I consider cutting the ride short or taking break, I remind myself that there were times that people like my Pappy were not afforded such breaks. When he was charging unprotected into battle with artillery flying aimed in his direction, did he get a break? Fuck no. Did he complain? Again, fuck no. This is a man, or a young boy, who lied about his age to fight for his country and to protect his older brother from our enemies. If they weren’t given a break, do I deserve one? Arguably not.

On this Fourth of July, and with an incredibly important election on our horizon this November, make sure you thank a veteran for the freedom that you have today. Work a little harder and give thanks for everything you are blessed with in your life, even if it isn’t much, because you could have so much less, and most importantly, none of us deserve it. We aren’t as special as our parents may have conditioned us to believe as innocent little five year old children. There is always someone out there who has it much worse than we do, so quit your bitchin’ and count your blessings because you woke up today and you are still here.

I will end on this note. When I was a youngster, there was a popular TV show called MASH. It was about a medical unit stationed in Korea that helped care for sick and injured soldiers, and most surprisingly, this show was a comedy.

Pappy absolutely hated this show. It disgusted him to even see it advertised, and when it was, or if my grandparents left the TV on and MASH was about to come on, I used to tease Pappy and ask him if he wanted to watch MASH. Every single time that I can remember, he would get up from his recliner, throw his hand at the TV, and he would mutter the same thing: “there is nothing funny about war.”

These words have so much weight for me today, in ways that I simply could not understand as a child.

As a grown man, I feel horrible for every time that I unknowingly teased him about watching MASH. As I said earlier, my Pappy was a bad mother fucker and you could not convince me otherwise. Enjoy your life, count your blessings, thank our veterans (regardless of however you feel about any wars), and pray for America…. and work fucking hard, because nobody owes you a thing except for what you owe yourself, which is to live your best live.

Love you, Pappy 🖤🖤🇺🇸 and thank you for everything

[crouteann]

were in a call of the netherdeep campaign and i decided to play finn in it!!! these are some quick sketches ive done since we started along with some design work for cesare, finn, and pappy up top.

tiefling is cesare, were doing toxic yaoi its fun. girlfailure/borzoi werewoof is viatrix. she rolls crit fails like its her job, the big guy with his boobs out is ash, genasi artificer, who is only with the party bc its convenient, and last but certainly not least is manston “pappy” pumpernickel, who “adopted” finn as his grandson years ago. this party is so fun and were probably going to get our shit rocked next session.

i gave my beloved dm fallon and she has already hurt me with him without us even seeing him, my man is causing PROBLEMS in the background and haunting us from afar. just twin things!!! i updated his look along with finns but all you get is his elbow bc hes still an unknown to the party (the joke that he will be just finn with a shitty pencil moustache is hilarious tho)

also the built in rivals are fantastic and theyre our friends. as a shifty bitch finn will keep them all at arms length like he does anyone else but hey… theyre cute ok. im in love with ayo jabe and WILL be drawing them that is a promise.

[deke-rivers-1957]

Send this to all your favorite moots and pass the pumpkin round! KEEP THE PUMPKIN TRAIN GOING 🎃🖤🎃🖤🎃

Enjoy these two pumpkins @vintagepresley and @smokeymountainboy.

One day Jodie walks down the path to the bottom of the mountain when he hears something.

“Ow.”

Jodie perks his ears up when he hears the noise and makes his way towards it. He walks quietly through the trees in the direction of the noise.

“What was that?”

Jodie finds a young man trying to sit up. He comes up beside the man to investigate, crouching down while keeping his distance in case he’s dangerous.

“What are ya doin out here, stranger?”

He leans up against a tree and looks dizzy.

“Sorry if Ah’m on yer land. Ah wanted ta prove somethin but made a mess a things.”

Jodie studies the man closely. He seems genuine based on first impression. Jodie holds a hand out to him.

“Don’t worry ‘bout trespassin. Can ya get up?”

“Yeah Ah can.”

Jodie offers the man a hand up.

“Come on then. Let’s get ya up.”

Jodie helps the man up. He looks him over once he’s upright.

“Ya look pretty roughed up. What happened ta ya?”

He puts a hand on the tree.

“Tripped on somethin and hit my head.”

Jodie looks at him with concern. He steps closer to the man, a look of interest in his eyes

“Damn, ya don’t look so good. Let me have a look at that bump on ya head.”

“Ah got a bump on mah head?”

Jodie points to a large red, swollen lump on the man’s forehead.

“Yeah, ya dummy. You’ve got a good size goose egg there. Lemme see it.”

“Ok.”

Jodie takes hold of the man’s head in his strong hands, tilting it to the side to get a better look at his injury.

“Damn, that looks like it hurts like a sonabitch. Ain’t that tender?”

“No.”

Jodie looks at the man with a questioning glance.

“No? You don’t feel a thing on that bump?”

“No. Ah only feel pain in mah head.”

Jodie raises an eyebrow at his words.

Ya don’t feel all that hurt? That sounds pretty weird to me. What’s ya name, partner?”

“Toby Kwimper.”

“Well Toby, Ah’ve never heard of anyone not feelin’ pain much. You sure you’re not just a little out of it because of that whack you took?”

“Anything’s possible. Ah’m not well knowin when it comes to this.”

Jodie chuckles softly.

“You’re a strange fella, aren’t ya? How old are you, kid?”

“26.”

“You’re not a kid then, that’s for sure. You’re a grown man, same age as me.”

Jodie grins.

“You ain’t all there, in the head, are ya?”

“Was just how Ah was born Ah guess.”

Jodie smiles faintly at the response and moves his hands that are still grasping the man’s head to his shoulders and shakes him a little bit.

“Nah, don’t be so hard on yourself, Toby. You just got a little bonk on your noggin, that’s all.”

Jodie leads Toby back to Pappy’s house, keeping a steady hand on his shoulder while he sways.

“Careful, partner. Don’t go fallin’ again.”

“Tryin not too. Ah ain’t bleedin right?”

Jodie chuckles softly, but his eyes hold concern as they scan over the man’s injuries.

“No, not bleedin’. You’ve got some cuts and scrapes on you and that big ol’ bump but no bleedin’ that Ah can see.”

“Least Ah got somethin goin for me.”

“That’s the spirit, fella. Try not to mope so much.”

Jodie takes a seat in the chair to get a better look at him.

“You just stay put and let me take a look at your injuries.”

He sits down on the couch.

“Ok.”

After looking him over Jodie grabs a few pieces of gauze, a rag, and the first aid kit in the kitchen while he gives Toby instructions.

“Now you just sit tight and let me patch you up some. If somethin’ hurts, you let me know, ya hear me?”

“You’d almost gotta hurt me on purpose ta make me say ow.”

“That so?”

Jodie returns from the kitchen, the medical kit in one hand, and the pieces of gauze and rag in the other. He sits on a chair in front of the couch to be within easier reach of Toby.

“Can’t get over how ya say that like it’s the truth.”

“Ah know. Really is hard ya explain. Maybe it’s cause Ah’m so slow Ah don’t feel it right away.”

“That’s possible, Ah guess. Maybe you’re just a big ol’ tough guy. Now let me get a closer look at you.”

Jodie reaches out a hand to tip Toby’s head closer to him for inspection.

“Ok.”

Jodie looks over the injury on Toby’s forehead and then lets his eyes wander over the scrapes on his face.

“You really did a number on yourself out there. How’d you even end up all the way out here?”

“Ah wanted ta prove Ah can get ta the top a this mountain by mahself.”

“You wanted to climb the mountain by yourself, huh? Got somethin’ to prove?”

Jodie asks while dabbing an alcohol-soaked gauze pad on Toby’s scrapes.

“Ah thought mah Pop was gettin too protective so Ah wanted ta show em Ah’ll be fine on mah own. Well now that Ah got this knot on mah head Ah figure he was right again cause Ah really made a mess a things.”

Jodie can’t help but chuckle at the response. He dabs a clean gauze pad on Toby’s forehead, which elicits no reaction from him.

“Oh, the ol’ man was right about that, alright. He’d probably tan your hide if he seen ya now.”

“Pop’d smack mah head if he weren’t worried Ah’d get dumber from it. Somethin about brain damage.”

Jodie finishes cleaning up some of the nastier scrapes on Toby’s face and pats his shoulder.

“Yeah, ya wouldn’t want that. So what do ya plan on doin ta prove to ya ol’ man that you ain’t as dumb as he thinks you are?”

“Well once Ah get down again Ah gotta tell ‘em ya helped me. Ah better get goin now.”

“Hold on now. You ain’t gonna go hikin down the mountain now, are ya? It’s almost dark!”

“Ah figure if ya help me get down ta the main road Ah can make home mahself.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to just stay here and rest till daylight?”

Jodie studies Toby closely, skeptical of his decision making.

“Ah don’t wanna be a burden on ya by stayin here so -”

“Who said anywhere you were a burden? You ain’t gonna be botherin me none by stayin here. You’d be a bigger burden if you went out there and got attacked by wildlife or broke your fool neck tryin to get down the mountain.”

“Well. Alright then.”

Jodie gives Toby a light pat on the shoulder.

“You may be a little slow, but at least ya have some common sense. Now don’t go thinkin’ you owe me some type of payment or obligation for helping you out. You’re my guest tonight.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Jodie gets up from his chair and stretches.

“Now, what do ya wanna eat? You’re probably mighty hungry.”

“Ah don’t mind chicken and dumplings or country ham if ya got it.”

“Yeah help yerself.”

“Thanks.”

“No problem.”

Jodie watches as Toby shuffles into the kitchen. He leans back in his chair, a bit curious. This Toby guy is definitely a strange one to him.

“Ah made sandwiches if that’s good with ya?”

“It’s fine thanks.”

Toby sits down and the two eat. Little did they know that life long friendship would form that night.

[hope-ur-ok]

Hope you're doing ok, and you're feeling better ❤️

being home after all the traveling and finally getting to sleep has made me feel better, like I have been asleep on and off all day. I spent most of the week feeling so anxious and stressed about how we were getting to the funeral and seeing a lot of members of that side of the family who make me very uncomfortable that I was physically sick so it's also really nice to have the worst of the stress over with. I think I'll always miss Gram, I still miss my pappy who died when I was 4, but I know she was happy to go after being so tired, and so sick, for so long, she'd been saying for a decade that she was ready for it to be her time to go, so it's one of those things where I'm sad for me (she really was one of the kindest most loving people I have ever had the good fortune to know), but I'm happy she isn't suffering anymore.

[yume-tsuki]

Constantine and Tristan Several days had past since Tristan had come back from the jorney to safe his son and the other kids. But the fact his son was the only one who was heavily injured gave him a bad feeling. Also when they had returned Isolde was in her sickbed she had feld weak since a while. But started to recover when her husband and son returned. They sat together at Isolde's bed and listen to Constantine >>...then the man toss me in a hole without food for 3 days. I feld so depressed but then I heared a voice talking to me. And then I saw a real ghost! He told me he was ones a knight from Liones and a friend of daddy and you mommy.<< >> A knight? How does he had looked like sweety?<< Isolde's eyes start to get wet. >> I-I don't know anymore, but his name was Jade.<< Constantine saw his mother burst in happy tears. >>He safed our son, Tristan. I prayed that anyone should safe him and Jade came to help.<< Tristan needed a moment then he pulled Isolde on his chest. >>Maybe we should visit his grave tomorrow.<< >>Let's do it right now.<< >>But Isolde, you still weak.<< >>I can sit on a horse, you know?<< >>Fine, but when you feel bad we go home imidiatly.<< >>Ok, Pappi<< she grinned sassy to her husband. Together they visited Jade's grave, they builded it right infront of Liones so he could watch over the castle. It was already evening when Isolde walked into the little forest back home, before she looked behind herself, smiling proudly at Tristan and Constantine. >>Constantine.<< his father started. >> i was so worried sick, and when I saw your friends fine and you injured I feld so jealous. I'm sorry my son, I shouldn't have shown you this side of mine.<< Angsty Tristan looked at his son. >>Aren't you mad at your old man?<< Constantine looked from his father to the sinking sun, not knowing what to say. >>Percival told me not to feel this way, also your granddad. But it was difficult, I couldn't look my own son straight into the eyes.<< he then juggled >>When i listen to you before, I was so surprised. You were so brave. << He sighted and looked into his son eyes. >>I'm proud of you Constantine. And I'm not mad, that you lost an eye.<< He stroke through his sons face. >>Have i ever told you about the man you saw? Jade, the knight who safed your mothers live by sacrificing himself?<< >>You two can tell that later, come on it's getting dark soon.<< Isolde called them. >>I'm coming mom! Can you tell me later daddy?<< Tristan looked happy at his boy, Constantine was on distance to him, all the time since the jorney back home now they could talk to each other normal again. >>It seems I should have listen to my son way earlier... it would have been easier for both of us.<< he said to himself when his son joined his mother. Tristan turned back ones more looking to the grave.>>Thanks for safing my loved ones, ones more Jade. I will never forgett what you did. No one will; I promise.<<

[transfemlogan]

Texting Headcanons

Patton: using emojis 24/7. Literally every text will have some sort of emoji, even if it doesn't fit the original message. Texts like a dad & a mom combined. Uses grammar occassionally. Usually types in all caps, because he doesn't know how to turn them off. Sends the laughing emoji when he laughs at something. Prefers talking in person if he can.

"HEY, KIDDOS 👋 YOUR HAPPY-PAPPY PATTON LOVES YA ALL! 🥰💙😻"

Roman: uses emojis occassionally. Types in caps when he's excited. Uses capital letters when necessary and never any time else. Shorten words and uses popular acronyms. Says "ROLF" and "LMAO" when he laughs at texts. Uses the sparkle emoji constantly. Loves to facetime. Double texts like CRAZY

"Helloooo~ ✨️✨️ romans here!! A REMINDER for all of u 2 tell me what u thought of the script ASAP bcus thomas NEEEDDS it by tmrw!!!!"

Virgil: shorten every word ever even if its not readable. Types in all lower case with 0 grammar. Sends 💀 or "lol" when he inhales through his nose at something. Keysmashes when he finds something really funny. Prefers to text above all else & will cry if you try to call him. Spelling mistakes all over the place. Hard 2 tell if something is supoosed to be an acronym or if its a mistake?

"im not rding ur stpjd script roman also twll thomas not 2g2 that dumb party on sat or i swear 2 god ill bloqk all of u ok bye also hi pat"

Logan: proper grammar all of the time. Probably ends his messages with "sincerely, logan" (he knows theyre not letters or emails, but he can't help himself.) Says "that was funny" when he finds something funny (very rare). Prefers in person communication or calling, as he is usually busy working and can't text if he's using his hands. Doesn't use emojis ever & finds them so so stupid but will SOMETIMES use the heart emoji if he's comforting virgil or trying to be nice. Learns about tone indicators after virgil tells him & now he uses them all the time. Will start to let loose if he's comfortable around you. Looking at his msgs with virgil is almost like an entirely different person.

"Hello, all. I have read your script, Roman, and will be sending you my edits soon. I find it to be very long and wordy and full of mistakes. /neg You are lucky you have me to help you. Also, Virge, I'll try to get Thomas to not go to that party /srs, as he has many responsibilities that day, such as: cleaning his room, recording, and doing his laundry. Here is a link to my plan for next week. Please let me know if there's any complaints. Sincerely, Logan."

(Virgil: thnk u L . m not reading ur plsn ethr

Logan: Hi Virgil. That is alright. I'll just let you know next time we "hang out". Sincerely Logan.)

Janus: also texts all lower case & never uses commas but does use periods. Loves to use ":)" and "<3" (<- in a mean sarcastic way most of the time). Doesn't express laughter anytime anywhere. Prefers facetime or in person communication. Doesn't text often. Also doesn't respond often. Will leave you on read, he has other things to do. Uses tone indicators only if he is personally texting logan and no one else. Will sometimes not even respond to what you said in the first place.

"oh of course logan let's have thomas work all the time and never ever get any rest. sounds very healthy :). roman i read your script. hi patton".

(Roman: aand jan? What did u think??

Janus: Read 2:43 pm)

Remus: sends nudes in chat. And the most random gore vids he can find. Types in all caps willingly. Sends very strange emojis that dont match up with anything. Responds lightning quick but also ignores everything you say in order 2 send what he wants 2 talk abt so it doesnt even matter. Homestuck speak. Has never read homestuck.

"H3Y0 🦿🍒🛝😝 CHECK OUT TH12 PHOTO I JUST T00K RN. (Sends a dick pic)"

(Patton: 😨 REMUS, PLEASE DELETE. ❌️

Roman: THIS IS WHY WE NVR LET U IN GROUP CHATS !!!! I WISH I COULD WASH MY EYES OUT. 🤮

- Virgil has left the group chat -

Logan: Hello, Remus. That does not look very healthy. We should send you to a physician to get that checked out. Sincerely, Logan.

Janus: read 2:48 pm)

[spade-riddles]

Ok can I just point something out on these pap pics. They’re falling flat. This whole possible recreation of squad is falling flat. Even like ok holding Blake’s hand meh, having Sophie following then supposedly TK was at tribeca and stayed there for a bit then left. It’s jumbled and flat. It’s boring. I mean what was great about the squad was the power behind them. It all feels so controlled now but back in the day the fun part was it was somewhat out of control. Every squad member had their own power as a person and they owned it so control was hard. Like sometimes the Gigi, Martha, Taylor thing was funny pappy fake but even Martha would go off script. That was the genius behind it. It was fun, this is boorrrring and old atp.

This current narrative has a different goal … clearly. No idea what the end game is with 1989 … what you say is true that this doesn’t really sell that narrative. But I think her film is taking priority right now.

[fantasy-and-fairfolk-hetalia]

💜- A memory about one of their loved ones, happy or sad (fairfolk au Beck)

From the memory log of Beck, Winter physician; mia familia

"I'm a bit busy at the moment," Beck said when he noticed someone approaching. He was doing a bit of gardening since he was off work. "Do you have a son named Rurik?" The other asked. "Yeah, what about him?" Beck asked. "He was killed by a human." Beck paused, then looked at the other. Lo and behold, there's three children with him. "Are they..." "His children," was the response. "Pappy?" The youngest and smallest asked. Red eyes look at her. She has elf ears, red eyes, and strawberry blonde hair. A hand was held out to him. Seeing as he was already at her level, Beck took her hand. "What's your name?" He asked. "Natasha," the girl responded as she wrapped her arms around Beck's neck. Her hug was returned as Beck look at the other two. "And you?" "Yulia," said the older girl. "Zakhar," said the boy. Beck picked up Natasha when she refused to let go and brought the siblings inside. Natasha perked up when she saw the kitchen.

"Is it ok if I cook something?" She asked. "Hm? Oh, sure, If you need help, come ask." Beck set her down in the kitchen. He then showed Zakhar and Yulia around the rest of the house while Natasha got busy figuring everything out. When finished, she went to get Beck and brought him to the kitchen table to show him. That's when he realized she used an ingredient he wouldn't normally use for himself.

"What's wrong, pappy?" Natasha asked. "I can't have dairy," Beck responded. He placed a hand on his stomach. "My body can't digest it." Her face fell. "Oh. I didn't know." She looked down with tears in her eyes. Beck groaned and sat down. "My stomach is going to hate me for this." Natasha looked up at him to see him eating the food she had initially offered him. "Pappy, you don't have to eat it." "Nonsense," Beck responded. "You looked upset and I don't want you to be. And I will hear nothing of it." Natasha smiled faintly and hugged her grandfather. He wrapped an arm around her.

Later on, Beck sat on the couch with Natasha napping on his lap as his stomach occasionally grumbled in pain.

[mischief-rei]

Let's see: Trojan gets a Rotom Merlot gets a Jigglypuff Gin gets a Purrloin Grief gets a Litten Rei gets a Zigzagoon Jitter gets a Cinccino Molotov gets a Charmander Pappy gets a Zorua Red gets a Mr Mime Alphys gets a Jynx (sorry. Shorty insisted)

He just stares at the overly perky machine-like pokemon. He was supposed to...raise it? Well, ok then. He's not all that strategic when it came to these 'battling type' critters. Given their naturally high speed, he focused mostly on spec. attk and spec. def. This one had a timid nature... It's not perfect, but it'd hold up well in a fight for a while

Hm. A female, sassy, Jigglypuff. Merlot doesn't really know what the hell natures mean. Given the creature's strong defensive moves, that's where Merlot decided to work on with it, which resulted in a tanky fairy type that'd give Whitney's Milktank a run through.

Gin doesn't see the purpose behind raising the feline. They just looked like a common house cat with slightly odd patterns. Then again, he supposed the same could be said about a certain shifter he knew. "I've hardly the time to train you either way," he sighs dismissively. The purrloin self-trains by knocking over lab equipment and...licking interesting substances. Seems like it has an impish nature. "Take this pest back...." Gin is bickering as he flits around clearing debris.

A jolly galarian zigzagoon was certainly something to see. She grins broadly as she knows exactly how to train the 'Kiss themed pokemon'. Against anyone's wishes, Rei is back into the minecart tunnels. The speed is ridiculously trained, as the raccoon zips past to keep up with the karts. Rei immediately becomes intrigued at how big the Lanoone would be. Could she ride it around when it evolves? Would it let her? The child is intrigued, excited, and far more lively she's been in a long while! Pappy is thankful to you, and perturbed at the same time. He thought he made it clear to Rei to keep away from the mines. At least she's no longer going there alone now.

What was this? Was it edible? Jitter stares at the Cinccino with fascinated eyes. She scares the Cinccino by getting too close with such a hungry stare. The timid Cinccino gains a vast speed increase! So....so does Jitter...whom is chasing the poor thing. Oh boy.

-can't find my icons for Molotov- The barkeep stares at the small dino curiously while cleaning a wine glass. The small dino stares back, marveling at the purple flames. The adamant pokemon tries to change the color of its' own flame on its' tail, but it doesn't change purple. Their tail flame turned white. Molotov chuckles. Cute. He supposes he could keep them around. Maybe they could assist with tending to tables. Charmander gains a full average stat increase, probably the most balanced of the lot stat wise.

"While certainly adorable, wouldn't this one fit Mimic more with its' abilities?" he asks. He can't help being reminded of Fae as the Zorua snickers and shifts into his own image. It's like seeing a mirror. The naughty natured Zorua is all too eager to play around with the minds of others. "Hm...You know what? This could be useful..." Pappy hummed softly. The Zorua could stand in for him or his brother should the need arise at their posts.

The clown pokemon makes him immediately uncomfortable. Seeing the skeleton's discomfort makes the Mr. Mime uncomfortable right back. The two don't like this situation one bit. Training just doesn't happen. They avoid each other like the plague.

"...You brought an ice creature to me when my lab is in HOTLAND, you dumbass! How screwed up in the skull are ya, huh?" She takes pity on the Jynx and moves them to the coldest part of the lab before the poor thing could die from the overwhelming heat. The lizard woman then trains it alongside the many amalgamates. Their gentle nature proved to be fairly useful for varying experiments and other work.

[ohheyisthatmax]

It's ok pappy, let's go!

Reblog my poll boy 🫵🏻

[deke-rivers-1957]

ECU High - Jodie's Deal

Jodie returns home after his interrogation.

"Jodie wha's got yer brow all furrowed?"

He looks up and sees Mrs. Tatum making him a plate.

"Ah saw a bad car accident. Mikey hit Mike leavin school."

She does a sign of the cross.

"Goodness! Jus how serious was it?"

"Bad. Mike went ta the hospital. Mikey's still in the holdin cell. Police done asked me what Ah've seen. So's Ah told 'em."

He shakily sits down at the table.

"We's best be sayin our prayers then. Yer friends need all the Lord's help."

"Yer right Ma."

They pray for Mike's health, mercy for Mikey and peace for Jodie.

"Ah woulda came home right away but the police done made me follow 'em down ta the station."

"Don't ya go frettin bout this no more. Ya said yer piece. If all 'em police took it down ya oughta be done."

Jodie sighs.

"Yer right, Ma."

He eats dinner and goes to bed.

"Jodie jus so ya know, Coach Wade called. He wants ya ta be in his office by 7."

Jodie groans.

"Ah got it, Ma. Thanks for tellin me. Night."

"Night, Jodie. May the Lord bless ya wit good dreams."

He sighs and settles in for the night. To his good fortune, he had a pleasant dream about having a date with a hot girl.

"Least Ah got somethin good before Coach kicks mah ass agin."

He gets through his morning routine and grabs a quick breakfast.

"Ah hope Ah don't have somethin happen ta keep me late agin, Ma."

"Ah'll be prayin on it, son. Jus like Ah been prayin for Pappy ta come home tanight."

Jodie kisses her on the cheek and gets in the truck. For a second he gets the shakes.

"Just gotta get ta school. Then ya can get yer ass kicked by Coach."

He makes the sign of the cross when he parks the truck safely. Once he's inside he heads over to Mr. Wade's office.

"Finally got here on time. I'm amazed."

Jodie just swallows.

"I heard bout what happened yesterday and Principal Gates got on my ass. So I gotta make you a deal. You help train the newcomers and I'll cut your training sessions."

Despite not wanting to admit it, Jodie feels relieved that he won't be getting scolded again.

"Who do Ah gotta train?"

"Got a sophomore in your weight class so you'll start with him now. I just got him cleared to train so he's pretty damn behind on his workout routine."

Jodie nods.

"Ah'll show 'em how ta train right, Coach."

"Good now get dressed and go to the weight room before he hurts himself."

"Got it."

He walks out of the office and into the locker room. By the time he goes to the weight room he's surprised by who he needs to train.

"Scalosis kid?!"

Toby turns around and waves.

"Hey, Jodie. The doc finally said Ah can wrestle. Ah brought mah papers ta Coach an Coach said, 'Well.... Toby. You get changed in your gym clothes and head down to the weight room. Don't go touching anything until Jodie shows up.' So Ah've been standin here waitin."

Jodie takes a breath.

"Coach told me yer pretty damn behind in yer trainin."

"Yeah. Ah can walk on the treadmill real good but Coach ain't let me use weights till now. He said he don't want me hurtin mahself if Ah lift 'em wrong."

"He's right fer it. Ya ain't gonna get all these muscles like me if yer form's all wrong. Specially when yer doin overheads. Yer form's wrong yer gonna drop a barbell right on yer head."

Toby rubs his head.

"That'd be bad. So what do ya want me doin first?"

"Here take this dumbbell."

There's a pause.

"Oh ya meant the weights. Got it."

He takes the dumbbell out of Jodie's hand.

"What ya thought Ah was callin ya a dumbbell?"

"Ah've been called worse."

Jodie pauses when he puts down his water.

"Yer a.... one a 'em slow kids?"

"Uh huh. Ah oughta be in the same class as ya. At mah old school Ah got held back twice. Gates told Pop Ah gotta have an IEP ta do better."

Jodie nods.

"And yer doin better?"

"Oh yeah. Rusty helps me out real good an Ah go ta the library ta get tutorin."

"Ok well let's get started before Coach kicks mah ass."

Toby nods as the two train. A couple days later they start to practice wrestling moves in the gym when Jodie notices something.

"Hey now who's that lil woman wit a camera?"

Toby sits up from the mat.

"Oh that's Margret. She's on the newspaper club."

"How the hell ya know that?"

Toby takes a sip of water.

"Cause she tutors me at the library when Rusty's at band practice."

"Hmm."

Jodie chuckles.

"Think ya can get me acquainted wit 'er?"

"Why? Are ya too shy ta talk wit 'er yerself?"

Jodie scoffs.

"No. Ah jus know ya don't go on up ta a girl an introduce yerself. Ya gotta get a friend of a friend ta do it."

"Ya think she'd trust me enough ta feel good bout it?"

Jodie sighs.

"Ah'll treat ya ta Whataburger if ya get it done."

Toby's stomach growls.

"Ha. Ah can't even talk bout Whataburger without ya gettin hungry."

"What? Ah'm hungry. How do Ah go bout this?"

Jodie chuckles.

"Least ya can do's ask 'er bout the camera. Ah wanna show 'er mah good side ya know what Ah mean?"

"Ah didn't know ya cared that much bout yer yearbook picture."

Jodie chuckles.

"If it means havin a lil woman like 'er hangin round."

"Ok Ah'll ask 'er."

Toby gets up and goes to talk to Margret. Jodie watches the two talk before raising an eyebrow when Margret hands Toby her camera.

"The hell happened, Toby?"

"She wanted me ta hold this cause she was gettin 'er backpack. Somethin bout needin a PDA fer notes on the wrestlin team."

Jodie shakes his head.

"She's gotta talk ta Coach bout that first. Ah mean Ah don't mind havin 'er check out the locker room, but we's both know bout Coach's rules."

"Oh she said she jus wanted pictures a us in the weight room, on the mats an a big ol group shot wit the whole team."

"Least it's somethin."

Once everything's settled, Margret starts taking pictures of the team. Then she gets to Jodie and Toby's mat.

"So Toby told me you're in the same weight class. Can you explain how that works?"

"Why course Ah can. See Coach has us all strip down so's we can get weighed."

Margret looks very disturbed.

"Yeah Coach don't want dudes like us beatin up on the freshmen cause we're too big. Clothes got weight so he wants ta make sure it's right."

She breathes a sigh of relief at Toby's clarification.

"Now Toby you're a sophomore. How is it possible for you to be in the same weight class if the other underclassmen wrestle each other?"

There's a pause. Even Jodie feels awkward about that type of question knowing the truth.

"Ah did a lotta sittin round when Ah had scalosis."

"Scalosis?"

"Yeah. Mah back was all crooked and broke for a real long time. Couldn't exercise much so Ah put on a lotta weight."

Jodie tries to hide his relief at Toby can somehow answer the question without telling her the whole truth.

"Oh you mean scoliosis. But treatments are so expensive. How were you able to afford that?"

"Pop kinda didn't. We had ta move here from Tennessee cause a somethin involvin no taxes."

Everyone around him just looks baffled. It's the type of bafflement where you're fully aware that someone is different yet you want to be polite by not mentioning it.

"So. You got treated."

"Yeah but Ah still got all the weight from it so Coach says Ah can only wrestle Jodie. Who knows maybe once Ah get in shape like Jodie it'll change."

Jodie clears his throat trying to get things back on track.

"What kinda pics do ya still need?"

"I just need a couple pictures of you and Toby pretending to wrestle. Action shots only come out blurry with this type of camera."

They nod as the two start pretending to wrestle.

"Perfect. All that's left to do is take the group lineup picture."

Jodie stands up straight.

"How's ya gonna do this?"

"Oh that won't be until your first match."

Toby stands up and grabs his water bottle.

"That's good. Ya don't gotta worry bout that till after Thanksgivin."

"Great. I'll see you both around."

Margret packs up her stuff and heads out of the gym.

"Hmm."

"What's wrong? Ah did what ya asked me ta do, Jodie."

Jodie sighs.

"Ya did. Ah'm jus figurin out how ta ask 'er out. Ah dunno how Ah'm gonna wait till the first match ta do this. Sides she don't seem all that 'mazed by me bein champ. Ah ain't smart so what do Ah got left?"

"How come ya didn't ever go ta the library ta get tutorin? Tutorin helped me get smarter. Ain't ever gonna be like most but Ah'm doin better."

That gives Jodie an idea.

"Maybe Ah oughta. Coach'll get off mah ass bout mah grades an Ah'll get a good connection wit Margret."

"Does that mean yer gonna get me Whataburger?"

Jodie chuckles.

"Anythang ya want Tobeh."

"Great!"

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[pacifistofpatience]

A HC that I accidentally came up with for US!Papyrus is that he really likes toast. Because it’s the only thing he can cook, and because it’s publicly acceptable to slather Honey on it without anyone questioning his dietary habits

[olliedollie1204]

OKAY WORK i am rawdogging this right here and now. no youtube or other references, and no looking at the answer key. here we go!

ok i can picture the blooper where they come up with "psycho godfather wars" so clearly like i know the cadence and the face thomas makes. but i s2g i thought Hitchcoppolucas was the name they said in that clip too KDJFHDSJ so i'm gonna guess that alfred was added later, the og name was just Hitchcoppolucas

Ok this could be easy- def Fitting In and SvS, for two. I'm also throwing in Embarrassing Phases bc i thinkkkkkk his vampire costume had some sort of tie on it?

ok so i know Remus hasn't called him Verge, he's too creative/not as casual w Virgil. im guessing Janus for similar reasons, they're not friends enough for that nickname. the light sides are much more difficult- Patton might lean more towards kiddo or the emotional nicknames Virgil dislikes, but also he might've called him Verge bc he knows that's what Virgil wants them to call him. Roman, again, is creative and superfluous, but he can also drop to extremely casual dudebro energy, so i could see him saying Verge. Logan seems like he wouldn't use that nickname, BUT i actually feel like i remember him saying it so?? KDJFHDJSK ummm I'm gonna go with Roman hasn't called him Verge, along with Janus and Remus

Logic Creativity Dad (Logan Roman Patton). Okay thank god an easy one lmfao

Ok. ok. this feels impossible KDFHDJSK but let me think. Logan was Joan first, I know this. Roman was Valerie, Patton was Terrance, and Virgil was Talyn. i can't remember if they like cycled through the sides, like if everyone just shifted one to the left every time? i am thinking so effing hard JDFHGHDSJ. fuck it i've been thinking abt this for 10 mins i just have to guess. Logan: Joan, Talyn, Valerie, Terrance. ---- Patton: Terrance, Valerie, Joan, Talyn. ---- Roman: Valerie, Terrance, Talyn, Joan. ---- Virgil: Talyn, Joan, Terrance, Valerie. this formatting is fucking crazy i know but i just have to move on.

holy shit i don't knowwww, this rings the absolute vaguest of bells but i can't remember. was it another candy??? i truly dont know asdjhfjs

complete unknown, next question

ohhhhh god ok i remember him saying something and virgil making a face. i can't remember if this is during the bit where they're looking at his laptop stickers or a different part. ahhhhh i cant remember but im impatient to get to the rest of the q's so i surrender sjdhfdsj

May 1st! I believe it was 2017 for Patton and 2020 for Janus but they both aired May 1st

AUNT PATTY NAKED i know this one

fuckkkkk ok. Virgil rose up in AA Part 2 and Moving On Part 2, i think that's it??? so im gonna say 2 times

.... i'll be real chief moving on pts 1 and 2 are the episodes i've watched the least bc they make me sad JDFHGHDSJK. but taking a guess i'd say one is everything thomas learned in school, childhood nostalgia, theatre memories, poetry and angsty drawings and stuff, and uhhhhhh idfk. pictures?? that's all i got KDFHDJK

oh christ i have to remember sasi season 1 AND pokemon. i have no idea, i think patton might be ditto, virgil is ghastly, logan is. lucario?? (if he didn't say that he should've bc that's a good fit) and roman is fuck it charizard

Logan is Wild Loganberry i think. Roman is Raspberry Cherriot (like chariot and cherry together), Patton's is like.... ok i seriously doubt it's Happy Pappy Peach Jam but that's what i remember skdfhdj. virgil's is pissing me off bc i actually remember being really amused by it. something like Boosenberries, like boo + boysenberries. maybe plum???

virgil stole logan's alice in wonderland puzzle book!!! i love that bit so much

SKDFHGDHJ THIS IS CRAZY. 555-6969 i have no idea djfhd. actually a real guess i'll give is 555-6426 bc 555 is the fake area code they use in movies and stuff, and 6426 spells out nico.

Logan Roman Patton Virgil Remus Janus. thank u op i needed this certainty

icr his name but i've watched the bts for that ep a bunch and it's so fucking cool shout out to u amazing puppet maker man

i mean, did they create Virgil as a side? icr if Virgil/Anxiety showed up in the shorts before that. yeah i'll stick with Virgil

gonna take a big swing and just say how to get away with murder DJFHDJK. idk what sort of imagery that show would have that would be recognizable in a thumbnail except maybe the chalkboard with the title written on it.

OK LEMME THINK. thomas swears on a bible, patton swears on a children's bible. logan swears on a law textbook. roman swears on,,,,, i wanna say a vhs of pocahontas?? and TRICK QUESTION virgil doesn't swear on anything, but tbf i can't remember what janus holds up for him. maybe the alice in wonderland book

OKAY I'LL REBLOG AGAIN WITH MY SCORE/REACTION TO THE WRONG ANSWERS ANSWERS BUT I PROMISE I SHAN'T ALTER ANYTHING

Sanders Sides trivia questions I came up with that I think are pretty hard to really difficult level in knowledge lol

I am going to be real I don't think anyone could answer all these without getting a couple wrong/having to look them up- BUT I CHALLENGE YOU TO TRY :D!

(Answer key will be posted in the reblogs)