#skippy collection

[wileys-russo]

Please would you be able to write an awfc x teen!reader fic based on the photos of the girls playing Aussie rules today in training? Maybe a bit of annoying younger sister energy (kind of like kyra)! I love you stuff thank you for all of it :)

not completelyy happy with this but it was something different to try! drop kick II awfc x teen!r

"oh you're not bringing that are you?" steph sighed as you stretched over to grab the bright red ball from her back seat. "yeah! why not?" you grinned as the two of you stepped out of her car.

"well because we don't play afl we play football." steph shook her head, though she knew better than to even try and argue the case knowing all too well how stubborn you were.

"then it'll be a fun learning experience for the girls! wheres your australian spirit steffy?" you gave her a toothy grin, the older girl clearing her throat as you spun around. "forgetting something?" steph raised her eyebrow and subtly nodded to your bag.

"oh! yeah that might help." you grinned, jogging back and grabbing it, kissing stephs cheek in thanks who pushed you off with an amused roll of her eyes.

"all this time off and she's forgotten what sport we play!" caitlin teased watching you stuff the ball with some difficulty into your gym bag but eventually succeeding, ruffling your hair as you smacked her hand away.

"sorry hard launch i couldn't hear you over the massive closet of your latest relationship?" you cupped a hand over your ear as steph snickered and you grinned, though catching the look which flashed across caitlins face you wasted no time sprinting off.

"ya could have four legs and i'd still outpace you foordy!" you yelled over your shoulder as she gave up chasing you, pausing to fall back into step with steph and flipping you the finger.

"i'll get you later skippy just you wait! i know where you live!" caitlin yelled menacingly after you, and of course she would considering you bounced between her place and stephs, not allowed to get your own as much as you'd begged and pleaded.

you were so busy gloating you didn't watch where you were going and wheezed as your body slammed into someone elses. "speed racers back in town then! who we runnin from now?" jen grinned, hauling you up and over her shoulder.

"i've missed these delightful walks of ours jb." you patted her back affectionately feeling her body vibrate with laughter as you flipped caitlin the bird before jen turned a corner, earning yourself a disappointed look from steph.

"lee!" you called out happily as the two of you entered the change rooms and you spotted her sitting at her cubby dressed for training, the blonde looking up from her phone as jen put you down. "you're back training properly??" the taller girl stumbled a little at the speed in which you crashed into her for a hug.

"much as i can be. missed you skippy!" the blonde ruffled your hair, kissing your cheek and shoving you over toward lia who seemingly appeared out of nowhere, wrapping you in another tight hug.

"hi wally! happy new year." you mumbled into her shoulder making her laugh. "happy new year winzig, did you have a nice break?" the swiss woman walked you toward your cubby which was between kyra and vics.

"yes! god i miss australia so much already. the beaches, the tan, the food, my family. its cruel that i come from warm sunny beautiful summer to this, english winter fucking sucks!" you huffed unhappily, wincing as a hand collected the back of your head.

"language little miss. thats a fiver!" beth wagged her finger at you with a stern look as you rolled your eyes and hugged her girlfriend instead causing her to scoff. "what? you know i am her favourite." viv shrugged as beth made a noise of disbelief and you sent her a smug smile.

you hadn't even separated from the pair for more than five seconds before a body hurtled into you sending you flying, kyras body latched onto you as stina hurried to grab you, stopping you from hitting the floor.

"get off me you rat!" you wrenched off the girls hands and sent stina a grateful look who gave the pair of you an amused smile, turning back to her conversation with amanda.

"rat! you're the little rat, did you forget about the pictures of-" kyra started as your eyes widened and you hastily covered her mouth. "you swore on calvins life you would take that to the grave." you growled quietly, pulling your hand away in disgust as kyra licked it, wiping it on her jersey.

"but i'm the child? grow up cooney-cross." you scoffed, letting out a yell as again kyra leapt onto you, this time successfully taking you down to the ground as the two of you rolled around wrestling until you were seperated by leah and steph.

most of the girls having filed out toward the pitch and steph impatiently tapping her foot in waiting you hurried to get your boots on, grabbing the afl ball out afterward.

"you can't bring it to training." "why not?" "well-" "see, you can't even think of a good reason stephanie."

and with that you tucked it under your arm and strode out of the change rooms as steph groaned. "can you see any greys jenny? she's been back for three days and its already falling out from the stress!" steph huffed gesturing to her hair as the tall scottish woman chuckled and slung an arm over her should.

"what is that!" vic pulled a face as you appeared with the foreign looking ball. "aussie rules ball!" you beamed, kicking it at kyra who dove to catch it, earning yourself the attention of a few more of the girls who looked on curiously.

"right i'm game. give us a go then skippy!" leah clapped as you tossed her the ball and explained how to hold and position it to be drop kicked. "yeah yeah its a ball, i'm an athlete. i got it!" she brushed you off as you held your hands up and took a few steps back.

you slumped into lotte who appeared by your side, pulling you into a hug and kissing the top of your head. "go on lee while some of us are still young, kimmy might have to retire by the time you kick this thing." you grinned cheekily, hiding behind lotte at the look sent your way by your captain across the pitch.

"oh brilliant! she's a natural." you threw your head back with a laugh as leah completely missed, nearly kneeing herself in the face as the ball bounced away. "shut up!" the blonde warned you with a glare, hurrying to grab the ball again.

"show me again." leah demanded firmly as lotte let you go and you grabbed the ball. "oi ireland!" you yelled, katie looking up from her conversation with gio and grinning as you held up the ball and she readied herself to catch.

"like this." you huffed as you kicked the ball with all your might, the red leather sailing up into the air and right into katies awaiting arms. "you know i might need to recruit you to take some of my goal kicks. how much do you really like being a striker?" manu messed up your hair with a gloved hand as you pushed her away with a smile.

"how the fu-" leah shook her head as katie booted the ball toward caitlin perfectly. "its cause she's got a bit of aussie in her, literally." you smirked quietly, leah turning to you with wide shocked eyes at the comment.

"i'm telling steph to wash that filthy little mouth out with soap tonight skippy."

you barely heard her as you were already taking off racing toward kyra who was trying to teach gio how to kick, your body hurtling into hers. "tackle!" you cheered as kyra groaned from beneath you and you plucked the ball from her hand and took off again.

"they don't tackle in afl you little shit thats nrl!"

"nope!" you were suddenly off the ground again as caitlins arms wrapped around your waist and took you down to the ground, tossing the ball to katie and getting off of you.

"piggy in the middle!" you cheered happily jumping to your feet and racing off toward an unsuspecting cloe who was merely holding the ball, the blondes eyes widening as she hurried to toss the ball toward sabs who frowned in confusion before your body hurtled into hers.

"hey steph." the defender looked up from where she was watching you as jen appeared by her side.

"yeah mate, i can see those greys now."

[dancermk]

HELLO MY FELLOW TRAVELERS!

I, like many viewers, have been completely entranced by Hawk and Tim’s love story in Fellow Travelers. As a mature queer person, this show has been very emotional, and I am deeply invested. (I WILL riot if Tim doesn’t get to die in Hawk’s arms, and know that he is, and has always been, loved by Hawk.) But I digress.

Something that I have been fascinated by are the differing opinions that have surfaced about the characters, especially Hawk. I’m not looking for any arguments here, everyone is entitled to their opinion, and this is simply mine. To me, Hawk falls hard and fast for Tim. He breaks all his own rules for Tim - they topple over like a house of cards.

When we are introduced to Hawk, he’s cold and heartless with the men he hooks up with - they are nothing more than a body to fulfil his sexual needs and desires. He doesn’t do repeats and he doesn’t bring them home. But Tim, he instantly begins returning to, gets him a job, then allows him into his own apartment, etc. When Tim pushes back, Hawk relents further, letting him in emotionally, sharing parts of his past, crossing lines by introducing him to others in his circle, and so on.

Hawk is a traumatised man, carrying guilt and anger and shame, and a bucket load of fear! Yes, he has some internalised homophobia, but interestingly, he’s also extremely righteous about his homosexuality -and I don’t believe he thinks being gay is wrong in any way. (His response to his father is indicative of this).

I can personally say that I’ve never thought it was wrong to be queer, yet I spent much of my life hiding who I was and feeling shame. It’s an odd thing! Perhaps it is that the shame forms purely from what is outside of us, while what is inside of us can love another person of the same sex, knowing it is right and pure. Perhaps these contradictions between self and society are what causes so much pain and conflict?

But back to Hawk. Hawk is undoubtedly most affected by his teenage first love experience. A love that he fucked up through his own fears (fear for many men is unacceptable and a sign of weakness), and now carries the burden of believing he is responsible for their death. Hawk doesn’t allow himself to love again, until Tim. And we see many times throughout the show how much Hawk fears losing Tim. And in the end he’ll have to face that fear. I think that, in part, not attempting to have a life with Tim, is also fuelled by his fear of fucking it up and losing Tim - so it’s easier to just not attempt it! In episode 7, when he loses his son, part of that spiral is Hawk recognising that he can’t really prevent loss, and he wasted his life trying to be something he’s not - still losing his child and Tim along with it.

But Hawk is a survivor! And no one has the right to hate or judge him for it. I don’t think some young people truly understand what it feels like to live in a world where who you love can put you in jail, and destroy your life. I grew up in the 70s/80s and my experiences were bad enough, but I try so very hard to think about what it was like before that! When being queer was a crime and a mental illness! That’s pure terror! And for Hawk, he chose to survive the best way he knew how, and he wasn’t able to change because that’s fucking hard when all you’ve known is living in constant ‘fight or flight,’ and when have chronic trauma and experience collective trauma.

I think in episode 8 we’ll finally get to see Hawk grow - I certainly hope so - because he deserves to be free. Our beautiful Skippy has been free for some time, and while we mourn for the cruelty of a world that would take such a truly decent man, I am glad he got to live freely. Being closeted is the worst kind of suffering- a compartmentalised and fragmented existence where you are never truly whole, and therefore can never be the best version of yourself.

Before I go, I just wanted to also talk about being in a closeted relationship-which I experienced in my youth. I think that Hawk and Tim’s intense and toxic and exquisitely beautiful relationship, in part, arises from this. Because two closeted people in love live their relationship in secret, in a bubble, only in certain rooms, with none of the outside world reflected back at them. It becomes the two of you against the world. It’s so insular. Hawk and Tim literally live their 1950s relationship within two rooms - their apartments. All their memories are held within those walls. And it only belongs to them. They know each in ways that no other living soul does. It’s all-consuming and often unhealthy, but also stupidly romantic.

Anyway, sorry for this long winded post that no one will read and is likely full of grammatical errors because I’m tired! This atheist is praying we get everything we need from episode 8! Acceptance, forgiveness, understanding resolution, healing and a whole lot of love! ❤️

Cheers queers! 🏳️‍🌈

PS Matt and Johnny are exquisite on and off screen and I am so thankful to them for bringing these characters and this story into our lives!

[fellow-travelers-fic-recs]

Fellow Travelers Fic Recs | Old Men in Love

A collection of Fellow Travelers fics set in the 1980s era… some fix-its, lots of sweet, domestic bliss and a few bittersweet endings. Because we love pain.

Be sure to show the authors plenty of love with your comments, kudos and reblogs!

💞 Books or Blowjobs by @timothydavidlaughlin | mauralabingi [E, 1K] Tim and Hawk get back home after a day of shopping.

💞 Let Me Shower You With My Love by @beyondxmeasure | Cyantific [M, 7K] Hawk helps Tim in the shower.

A 1986 canon divergent fix-it.

Sometimes it's worth the pain by @timothydavidlaughlin | mauralabingi [NR, 1K] Hawk wakes up in the morning in Tim's arms.

💞 Here We Are In Heaven by @bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar) [G, 1K] Though it happened hours before, Hawk could see it so clearly now. That green space, lined in flowers. Marcus's proud smile. Jackson's hand, so steady as it placed that simple band of silver in Hawk's palm. And Tim.

A snippet of Hawk and Tim's reception.

💞 On a sunny day in San Francisco by @timothydavidlaughlin | mauralabingi [T, 1K] Tim and Hawk take a walk together.

💞 🪴His great consuming lovage*🪴 by @carnivalrow | nightfall_in_winter [T, 2K] Tim's potted plant has a story to tell...

💞 To Wrap Your Love Around Me by @beyondxmeasure | Cyantific [T, 5K] Waking up in Tim’s apartment, Hawk discovers Skippy's old robe, the same one from years ago, and the memories all come flooding back.

Tim doesn’t have much time left. Will Hawk be brave enough to stay?

💞 Tonight, It's Very Clear by @bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar) [NR, 1K] This isn't the plan. Marcus should just be asking for Hawk's badge. Frankie and Jerome should be waiting by the back entrance. Tim has it all in his mind - this last perfect moment with Hawk. It had been agreed, his farewell to the man he loves. He has to say goodbye, to ask Hawk to let him go.

Or, Tim plans on letting Hawk go. Hawk plans on something completely different.

💞 Two Old Men at Grubstake on Pine by @vespersong | vespersong [T, 3K] Hannah's story of the two old men at Grubstake Diner, in 1980s San Francisco.

💞 Time passes by in the most cruelest of fashions by @fuddlewuddle | Fuddlewuddle [M, 2K] Hawk and Tim talk in his little apartment in 1980s America. Conversations between them have never been easy.

💞 You might not wear blue often, but it's still your color by @timothydavidlaughlin mauralabingi [G, 2K] Hawk is struggling. Then he gets a package in the mail.

💞 Don't leave it to the last dance by @fuddlewuddle | Fuddlewuddle [M, 2K] Tim is in hospital. Hawk brings him his mail. One letter is not like the others.

💞 Lazy Morning by @bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar) [M, 785] Hawk and Tim share a morning together in bed.

💞 On the Street Where You Live 💠 by imstillinhellbtw [NR, 17K] Hawk has one week to make up for 30 years lost.

Or, the last 7 days he ever spent with the love of his life.

💞 Of Snuggles and Waffles by @bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar) [G, 2K] It's a beautiful Saturday morning and Tim should be sleeping in. Unfortunately, Hawk has other plans.

💞 Stars fading but I linger on, dear by @cinnamoncountess | CinnamonCountess []E, 5K Tulips, roses, lavenders, daisies and orchids — Tim closes his eyes for fleeting seconds as he passes the bayside and takes in the wide-ranging scent wafting over from the flower sales on each side of the road, drawing into his nostrils where it mixes with the salty sea odor from afar. It is that day of the year again that always squeezes on his heart like a fallen wall of bricks, burying him underneath.

💞 With all due respect, fuck congestion by @timothydavidlaughlin | mauralabingi [T, 2K] Tim and Hawk are going through their closet to find some clothes to donate, but Tim isn't feeling great.

💞 Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps It’s Real 💠 by drabbleswabbles [NR, 35K] And then it happened. The metallic screech of the gate, the shuffle of men stepping out beyond the prison walls. And suddenly there he was. His hair was shorter than he’d ever seen it. And his glasses were different. But it was him. Their eyes met. Tim stared at him in wide-eyed shock before recognition melted his features into a confused outrage.

Basically, a fix-it in which Hawk finds himself back in the early 70s.

💞 The one I've left behind by @carnivalrow | nightfall_in_winter [T, 884] Hawk's belated confessions in the 80s.

💞 I have loved you my whole life by @carnivalrow | nightfall_in_winter [M, 1K] 80s Tim wanted Hawk to take him back to the top of the tower, where they parted in 1954.

💞 if i have to switch the lights off, i wanna switch them off with you by @startagainbuttercup | startagainbuttercup [T, 661] "I don't remember our last kiss," Hawk blurted.

Tim's face instantly changed as he parted his lips in surprise.

"The whole time you were there, with the doctors, I thought you were dying, and I couldn't remember when was the last time we kissed." Hawk's voice trembled a little. He looked at his lap. "There were so many, but I just couldn't remember the last one."

Or, a little scene after, "did you forget that I'm a convicted felon?"

💞 I'll have a Blue Christmas without You. by @in-our-special-place | Cupping_Cakes [M, 1K] He could almost feel his touch and hear his voice, and for a brief moment, the pain would ease. But then, reality would hit again, and Hawk would be consumed by the emptiness.

💞 Couldn't say it to your face 💠 by nataliaa [G, 1K] “I’m going to DC,” Marcus says, “next week. He’s fine,” he adds quickly. “As far as I know, anyway. But I just thought—”

It’s the most that Marcus has said about Hawk in years, and Tim instantly realizes that he hasn’t been fooling anyone, except maybe himself. Marcus knows that Tim has never stopped thinking about Hawk. Marcus has always known.

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[finelinevogue]

X

I feel his first solo stadium show in Glasgow would be so perfect to include !! When he couldn’t believe the audience and the fact that he was in a stadium was sooo special like when he walked out … and the ‘This is my first stadium, I really like it’ bit :(

So excited to see what you do with this story 🫶

MY FIRST LOT:DOC ASK YAY!!! thank you 💖

The screen was black with nothing but the sounds of thousands of fans singing Bohemian Rhapsody. Then ‘Glasgow, 2022’ came up on the screen.

The screen then cut to a group of fans standing behind a metal barricade at the front row of the kitchen pod.

“It’s Glasgow baby!” The fans screamed, waving their hands and one even shook their rainbow flag they hoped Harry would collect later.

“Love on tour night one!”

The screen then cut to inside the dressing rooms, Harry putting down his phone to talk to you.

“Hey baby.” Harry smiled at you through the dressing room mirror. You were in the background doing some pre-show chores, until you heard the chanting in the distance and had to stop what you were doing to take a moment with him.

“Y’hear them, H? They’re all for you.” You told him, referring to all of the people you could hear screaming outside.

Harry: She said; ‘This is your moment, H. It’s yours.’

Harry: She said; ‘This is your moment, H. It’s yours.’

The next few clips of footage were from backstage.

The next few clips of footage were from backstage.

“Hi.” Harry smiled and waved when he caught sight of the camera. Normally he would frown and shy away from the cameras, but because he knew this was for his documentary.

The camera followed Harry as he walked from the changing room to the kitchen, where Sarah was. Harry held the door open for the cameraman, but didn’t acknowledge he was there so it was candid content.

“Hello ladies!” Harry greeted the women in the room, who were creating dinner for everyone.

“Hello Harry.” “Hi darling.” The ladies responded.

“Have you seen my Y/N?” He asked, unclipping the little clip on the top of his head to readjust it and pin back some fallen hair.

“Went to check on the cameras for tonight, I think they said.”

Harry: Y/N has a habit of telling me she’s in one place and then ending up in a completely different place. It’s a running joke now, actually.

Y/N: It’s not on purpose. He just doesn’t quite understand how skippy I am!

“This way?” Harry pointed up some stairs where he could see a door up top.

He continued to walk up the stairs, skipping the top few by taking two at a time.

“Baby, c’mon.” He waited for you, holding out a hand for you to grab before he opened the door to the special viewing box.

Harry and you were filmed walking to the front of the viewing box, the wrap around glass windows allowing you to see across the whole stadium. Harry cupped one hand over his mouth to feign his shock, whilst the other was still tightly enclosed against yours.

The camera zoomed in on your interlocked hands, capturing the moment where Harry squeezed yours an extra bit. The fans would later go crazy for those 2 seconds of footage.

Jeff: You could see in that moment, he was thinking: ‘I’ve made it.’ My eyes were tearing up, actually.

Mitch: It was a big moment for him in his touring career and I could tell that he was glad to have Y/N there with him, y’know?

Y/N: Oh. How did I feel in that moment? God, um. Overwhelmed!

Harry: I mean, seeing the thousands of people there for you. Like, each one had bought a ticket because they enjoy my company or enjoy my music. It’s actually impossible to wrap my head around even now.

Y/N: I think when Sushi began to play, that’s when it all became real.

The documentary then went to a black screen and noted: 10 minutes later.

Sushi started to play in the background, little bursts of images and videos flickered on and off the screen. It showed tiny clips of the crowds screaming, another one panning across the stage over the band and a final one of Harry pacing back and forth backstage.

Then the part of Sushi where Harry runs on stage started and the crowd went absolutely mental.

“GREEN EYES, FRIED RICE, I COULD COOK AN EGG ON YOU.” The crowd bellowed, Harry smiling and laughing to himself mid-song as he took in what it sounded like for a stadium to sing your songs back to you.

Harry: That first line of Sushi i’ll never forget, yeah.

Pauli: Getting to be a party of that, yeah it was pretty cool. Harry’s to thank for that.

Anne: I remember Y/N face-timing me during Sushi and I couldn’t even hear H. The crowd was so loud that my phone was only picking up their singing.

Gemma: Yeah, mum and I were both crying from home!

Jeff: And H said…

“This is my first stadium show and I really like it.”

Y/N: That was the moment I knew.

Mitch: I think everyone kind of knew from that point on.

Harry: I was home.

[skippyv20]

SRP $3.50 a jar? She is already in the red!

Hi Skippy & Friends-Pilgrim here just amazed but mostly amused at the SRP she claims is $3.50! Not even at bargain grocery stores can you find a medium size jar of jam with fancy labels at that price. The photo of her food product inside the jar looked like faded chopped up strawberry chunks in sugar liquid…not broken down like real preserves aka jam after cooking and straining creating gorgeous deep colors. This looked like stewed fruit tossed into a fancy jar for her to decorate. I wonder how safe it actually is. The article by the real jam chef from Sussex to boot, describes all the steps it takes and the safety protocols or else you have food poisoning.

There is a mason jar available that looks like the one she is using for her food photography. It is called Le Parfait that comes in 11 and 13 oz jars. The price for each one is $7.99. At Walmart you can buy a fancy 6 oz jar in flats of 16 for $55.00 or $3.44 each…even if you do get wholesale pricing, real glass jars with the preserve tops are NOT cheap! She is already in the hole for the price of the jar, cloth lid with stitched cotton tie, & signed label-no fruit name either-just her numbers as if this is a collectible piece of art. LOL

We have not even deducted the costs of fruit, sugar, pectin + time and kitchen expenses that the accountants want to see before this gets the go ahead to produce. So, this is just a flim-flam game she is playing as usual, making believe she is a contender to the royal house’s mercantile businesses. In reality she is gaslighting to the max while things slide sideways, IMHO of course!  It’s a gorgeous day on the Cape…over and out for now.

So likely just using the same jar over and over again for pictures……😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂Thank you for the great post!!!!❤️

[lovebunnie]

The words wash over Hawk and fills his lungs like putrid water. In a moment everything seems clearer than it has in years, plants greener than ever before and Tim still looks so calm.

His older features seem more relaxed, more grey in his hair than Hawk’s own. It is obvious the disease is aging Tim faster than normal and the army may have made a man out of his Skippy, but the years after Fire Island made him Tim.

It occurs to Hawk then that Tim has been living with this knowledge for some time, was not even going to tell Hawk the truth. This was Tim collected, this was Tim accepting. This was Tim on borrowed time, and Hawk imagines his Skippy holding a live grenade to spare him from any hurt.

“Can I use your bathroom?” Hawk asks in a tight voice after a moment of silence.

Tim says yes, and Hawk is on his way as though running from the truth. Skippy is dying.

The bathroom is a garish yellow and Hawk cannot stand the remnants of this person he does not know; he is used to picking up Tim’s small trinkets and being treated to the origin story with boyish glee. This Tim, however, is unknowable to Hawk. He wonders when Tim started using cinnamon toothpaste over spearmint.

Hawk looks into the mirror and splashes water on his face to bring him back to reality. There is no time to know this Tim, not like he once had. Gone were the days of lounging in bed and trading stories. There was no more time because Skippy was dying.

The world turns and Hawk sits on the toilet.

The last time the world had spun so violently, Hawk had been asked to identify his son’s body at the morgue.

Yes, that’s… Hawk had said before clearing his throat. That’s my son, that’s my boy.

Jackson had been so still and looked freezing and it took everything in Hawk to not climb next to his son and cradle his frigid body. There was in fact nothing left for Hawk to do for Jackson, his duties as his father were absolved. Father of one, officially. Losing his child had damn near killed him.

And Hawk had tried to die, hoping maybe falling into drugs would somehow make him closer to Jackson. This is how he felt when he felt free, Hawk thought as the powder burned his nose; it was the closest they ever got to father-son bonding.

Hawk would have died if it had not been for Tim. No two ways about it.

Now Tim is dying and Hawk cannot return the favor.

He lost one of his boys and another was on the way out next. Jackson and Tim, was there truly no sanctuary for the kind? Were they doomed the minute they opened their hearts to the bitter world?

Hawk cannot imagine losing Skippy, not again, not like this. Soon the world would be without Tim and Hawk could not bear to live through this death again.

Don’t you need me, Skippy? Hawk had asked long ago with cheeks sticky with tears.

I have you, Tim said with all the certainty in the world.

Hawk crumples forward with his face in his hands, tears stubbornly at bay. He never had Tim at all and it was no one’s fault but his own.

He looks up from his hands to the shelf of medication and notices the prescription has a refill available for pick up.

Skippy is dying, Hawk thinks. But he’s not dead yet.

[beyondxmeasure]

to wrap your love around me

T | 5K | Hawk/ Tim | Canon Divergence | Introspection | Hurt/Comfort | 80s Era

Waking up in Tim’s apartment, Hawk discovers Skippy's old robe, the same one from years ago, and the memories all come flooding back.

Written using the prompt, ‘clothes sharing’ for Week Three of the ‘How do I love thee, let me count the weeks… ’ Valentines Celebration.

Hosted by @fellow-travelers-events

All works for this fest can be found in this Ao3 Collection 💘

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[lemondemonpickuplines]

my OWT and Damn Skippy CDs finally arrived a couple days ago, so i thought I'd show off my collection.

first, here are my CDs. my official discs are on the left, and on the right are CDRs i burned myself. some of them are incomplete. more on that here.

i also have other physical media. i don't really collect non-CDs too much, but damn it, they're pretty cool. once i get that Spirit Phone 8-track, my life will be complete. (also i have some great stickers from Needlejuice)

i'm really proud of my Dinosaurchestra. it took me forever to make, and it's a pretty piece. more on that here.

and here's the whole collection together! i also have the Lemon Demon t shirt and some pretty posters. and the two trucks, obviously.

bonus: the rest of my CD collection. i've only really been collecting for a couple years, so my collection's relatively small.

oh right, this is a gimmick account. so, like, who wants me

[trentsixtysix]

Would really love a part 2 for Betrayal? Maybe a few years in the future and neither of them have moved on and they come back together?

Betrayal

WARNINGS: sad asf 🥲

Word Count: 3.3k

Angst, Fluff

Part 2 - Part 1 here

No matter how much you tried, you had to come to terms you would never be able to escape him.

He had always been famous, noticeable and influential from all those years ago when you were with him - but only 2 years later it seemed as though his presence only grew, and he only became more talked about.

You had to hear people sing his praises on TV, his face in adverts, photoshoots and his name everywhere you went because he was a star, the man who had aided a world class team to so many wins and titles, someone who was recognisable wherever he walked whereas you were just known as his ex-girlfriend.

Not all of the exposure was positive for him though, and as time went by his criticism increased too - if that was even possible - taking you back to the times you'd be there consoling him, reminding him of his talent and worth when he'd doubt himself; he told you that you knew him better than he knew himself, and that he would be completely lost without you, that his success was all due to you..All of that felt like a lie now, and you couldn't believe anything he had told you.

You couldn't imagine how he was coping though, maybe he was okay - but you weren't sure how he was living without you, how he'd deal with his battles and day to day life when you weren't there anymore, deep down you selfishly hoped that he was struggling by himself, and regretful of his choices even 2 years after you'd left.

You hadn't spoke to him since the day it happened, discreetly returning the next day whilst he was at training to take your stuff and leave. You didn't bother to collect all of it, with most of it carrying too much memories with it for you to cling on to - and just like that you walked out of his life.

People told you that you were too hasty, that you should've talked it out properly with him - and take him back as you'd both been together so long, that 'everybody makes mistakes.'

'He loves you.' They'd tell you, but you had trouble believing that was true anymore, not after how he betrayed you and you refused to become the cliche of taking the cheating footballer back.

Ignorance was bliss for you, meaning you refused to search what he was up to, at one point blocking him on social media because it was too painful for you to see him resume his life as normal. It wasn't fair at all, especially whilst you were a ghost without him, but still you were somehow always updated on his life, always kept on track of his latest achievements and the milestones he'd reached.

You'd dated around a little, the most serious thing lasting 4 months before you had to break it off; it just felt so wrong, being with someone that wasn't him when he was all you ever knew. It felt so foreign to lie at night with a stranger, and you found yourself convincing yourself they were him sometimes, eventually realising that wasn't fair on anyone, ending the relationship.

You wondered if he'd felt the same after he betrayed you, if he felt sick knowing he'd been with someone else whilst you were waiting for him at home. You had no reason to be guilty however as you were not in a relationship, so you still couldn't quite understand how he was okay with hurting you like that when you'd been together so long.

His family tried their best to keep in touch with you, and you would regularly talk all the time to his mum, eventually becoming less frequent, only messaging each other to wish you a happy birthday or a happy Christmas. Sometimes you'd even be invited round to celebrate with them; they knew you'd never accept, feeling obliged to call you over anyway after how long they had known you, practically raising you too.

The real issue was with your friends, and how you shared the same friendship group with Trent; it was difficult at first, and you ended up skipping out on some birthday parties and holidays out of fear you'd bump into him, not knowing what to say if you ever came eye to eye again.

Eventually you noticed he wouldn't come; he was always busy with his career or on a plane to be there in person, which meant you could freely attend.

This specific night was your friend, Ralph's birthday, and you had planned for a night out with a bunch of people you didn't know. It had been a while since you and Ralph hung out, as he was mainly Trent's best friend, but you got along well with his girlfriend hence you were making an appearance.

You didn't bother asking if Trent was going to be in attendance, it had been 2 years, and you had moved on, positive he wouldn't be thinking about it the way you were. Besides, he wasn't present at the birthday lunch this morning which told you he wouldn't be there now either.

'You need to go home with someone tonight.' Said Ralph's girlfriend Mel, as you both finished getting ready, waiting for Ralph to pick you up.

You strapped your heels properly, suddenly wondering whether or not you made the correct decision with your dress; which was currently sliding up your thighs from how short it was, and you were aware you'd be pulling it down all night.

'I'm just here to enjoy myself, if that includes going home with someone then so be it.' You teased, admiring yourself one last time as you heard a beep from out the window of Mel's house.

You were told Ralph was gone out to run some errands, and would be picking you both up as soon as he retuned home, which is why you were confused to find a large Urus in the driveway flashing it's lights at you both.

You looked over at Mel who just shrugged, and you both took your belongings and made your way over to the car, unable to see who was driving as the tints were suspiciously dark.

It wasn't until you sat in the seat and found yourself frozen as it was none other than the guy you'd spent years with in the driver's seat.

You felt as though you were about to pass out upon seeing his face, having a hunch the car could be his before but having it now confirmed as he was there, right in front of you after all this time.

It was the first time the two of you were in the same space since you slammed his front door and never came back, and the expression on his face looked like he'd just seen a ghost as you both locked eyes, with you looking away first in intimidation.

'Youse okay?' Trent asked, clearing his throat and returning back to reality - hearing his voice made you flinch slightly after all this time, he still sounded the same..

Mel answered for you, noticing you were a little distraught as well as her, who was just as surprised to see him.

You wished Ralph a happy birthday, and were thankful for his chatty nature as he kept the entirety of the car journey to the club from being awkward, making sure he included everyone in the conversation even if you and Trent did not acknowledge each other.

He did look at you a few times from his rear-view mirror, which you caught him doing before he looked away almost immediately.

A sigh of relief was let out as you stepped out of the car, unfortunately having to wait for Trent as he was the one who had got everyone into this fancy place, and your name was on the list meaning Trent knew you were coming tonight.

You followed them into the place, not wasting any time in rushing to the bar, if you were going to be faced with him you needed some liquid courage, and after some time and only two drinks you found yourself being dragged away to sit by Mel.

'Can you believe him? What the hell is he doing here?' You asked her, both of you drunk right now but her being surprisingly more sane.

'Maybe you should talk to him?' She suggested, knowing it was a bad idea as soon as it left her mouth.

You knew Trent wasn't a big drinker, especially as it was a weekday meaning he'd most likely have training tomorrow, which is also why there was no chance you'd approach a sober him in the state you were falling into.

'Maybe I should talk to him!' You giggled, pointing to the attractive guy who stood across the room from you, eyeing you up from a distance.

'You go for it girl.' Encouraged Mel, making sure to keep her eyes on you as you approached the guy, your confidence coming from the cocktail you were currently sipping on.

He met you half way, grabbing ahold of you as you ushered him over to the dance floor, convincing him to dance with you.

You looked around, and couldn't spot anyone that you were familiar with, hoping Trent had just opted to go home, allowing you to get on with your night stress free.

'You look gorgeous.' Observed the guy, admiring the way your bum looked in the dress you picked out.

You couldn't help but smile at his response, and it prompted you to look away as you blushed, which is where you spotted him, Trent, cosying up to some girl in the corner of the room.

You felt sick as soon as you saw them, and he noticed your reaction, deepening his grip on her bum as she leaned in closer to him, all whilst his gaze never left yours.

He had no right to have such an effect over you after all this time, you weren't together and you had both moved on, which is what told you to pull the guy you were dancing with in for a kiss, and there was no doubt Trent had seen this, as you turned back to see the smirk on his face disappearing.

As the night went on you loosened up a bit more, and you had eventually forgotten the man that broke your heart was in the same room as you; never in a million years did you imagine yourself to be in this situation, the two of you hadn't muttered a word to each other all night, nor did you plan to.

'It's been a while.' Said Trent, finally approaching you, and you didn't have a clue what to say, what were you supposed to say to something like that? You couldn't help but just emptily stare at him, eyes glossy as you couldn't believe how he had turned into a stranger after how well you knew him.

Before you knew it you were back at the bar, ignoring Trent hours later, doing shots with a group of boys you'd never met; you didn't know a thing about them nor did you care, they were good looking and giving you a great time.

'I think you've had enough now.' Ralph said, pulling you away from the bar as he stopped one of the lads before he had the chance to lick salt from the crook of your neck.

You were visibly annoyed, looking up to see Mel and Trent stood alongside him, with Trent not saying a word but looking equally as frustrated.

'Oi! I was having a good time.' You argued, unsure as to why you were being dragged away.

'How many drinks have you had?' Mel questioned, watching as you slurred your words in response - and the truth was that you had no idea, sure you had way too many.

'Why weren't you watching her?' Trent questioned, as he prepared his car keys whilst you all exited.

'Where we going?' You asked, as they seated you in the car, and you could tell Trent was the designated driver who must've had no drinks this night, no wonder he was being so serious.

'Home Y/n, we've been out for hours.' Ralph informed you, and suddenly you had a wave of nostalgia hit you, this night was basically a copy of all of the nights out the four of you would have, commonly resulting in you and Mel being blackout drunk with Trent and Ralph having to take care of you both.

You weren't sure when you fell asleep however, but were awoken to find yourself in the passenger seat, Mel and Ralph gone as you sat alone in the car with Trent.

He must've heard you stirring as you woke up, observing your surroundings because he looked over at you whilst you began to open your eyes.

You refused to say a word, refused to ask where you were going as this was so unfamiliar to you now, there was something about him being next to you that was so comforting however, you were at ease and trusted him completely.

It wasn't until he pulled up outside of his home that your heart sank, it was also a place that was so peculiar to you now too, and you weren't sure why he'd brought you there but you figured he didn't know your new address - you didn't even dare object as part of you wanted to stay there that night, your curiosity getting the best of you as you were dying to see what he’d say to you.

'Y/n.' He called, almost making you jump as that was something you hadn't heard him say in so long, yet it felt so right to hear from his mouth.

'It's just for the night.' He proposed, as you sluggishly got up and followed him, eyes beginning to shut from how tired you were.

He led you up to the guest bedroom; turning away to walk out the door after he saw you get into the bed. Back when you were together he'd always take care of you after a night out, taking your makeup off, brushing your teeth for you, getting you changed and comfy - but it wasn't his duty to do any of that anymore.

'Trent.' You said, making him stop in his tracks as he turned to face you, waiting for you to continue.

You froze as he looked you directly in your eyes, and weren't even sure what you were going to say, but knew it'd be something dumb that you'd regret in the morning, something dumb that would be said because you drank like an idiot.

'I can't stay here.' You revealed, watching him furrow his eyebrows in confusion,

'Go to sleep Y/n.' He said dismissing you.

'I can't. It's too weird to be here, why are you acting like everything is normal?' You argued, annoyed at how he was behaving right now.

'You're drunk, we can't talk about this right now.' He told you.

'I have to go, I'll call a taxi.' You sighed, getting out of the bed and reaching for your phone at the bedside table, being obstructed to do so as Trent took hold of it, shielding it from you.

'You're gonna leave? Again?' He mocked, bringing up that dreaded night.

'And what was the reason I left? Fuck you.' You argued, trying to reach for it back.

'Get back in bed Y/n, you can leave in the morning.' He shrugged, walking back to his room as he took your phone along with him.

You probably cried yourself to sleep that night, your emotions completely taking over as you were so frustrated with him and yourself, not to mention the eerie feeling you got from being back in this house when all of the happy memories were replaced with one bad one.

The morning couldn't have come quicker, and you decided to take advantage and have a shower before you left his home, not feeling up to getting out of the bed as you were overcome with a huge headache. It was a bit of a shock when you found your old clothing in the bathroom, surprising you that he hadn't got rid of it yet.

You met him downstairs, trying to muster up the courage to ask for your phone, not wanting to converse with him at all.

'Here.' He said, tossing it to you as he remained fixated on the television, all whilst you ordered a cab in the meantime.

You decided there would be no harm in helping yourself to a few painkillers to help the way your body was feeling, creeping into the kitchen to take some.

'Y/n.' Said a voice, obviously Trent as he was suddenly stood behind you, scaring you a little as you turned to see what he wanted.

'Where did we go wrong?' He asked, and you couldve sworn you heard his voice crack.

'What are you talking about?' You interjected, shaking your head.

'How can I just forget what happened?' He argued.

‘Please don’t start this Trent.’ You sighed.

‘You said it yourself why aren’t we talking about it?’ He questioned.

'It's on you Trent. Everything that happened is because of you.' You blamed, trying your hardest not to crack.

'I still haven't stopped thinking about you.' He revealed.

'Just stop it. You did this to us, you did the worst possible thing so don't act hurt now.'

'I'm not acting and I know. I fucked it all up it's my fault, but you didn't even try to work things out with me.' He said.

'Can you blame me? All those years down the drain.' You wept, not even realising you were a mess.

'You can't tell me you don't still feel anything for me.' He challenged, grabbing your arm as you tried to walk away.

'It's been 2 years Trent.' You dismissed.

'2 years and I keep thinking I can move on but I can't, none of these girls are you.' Trent said, and all you could do was stay silent.

'Tell me you don't feel the same?'

'It doesn't matter what I feel, I can't have my heart broken like this again, it hurt too much.' You complained.

'Let me be here for you.'

'Please? I love you, you know I've never stopped loving you.' He told you, repeatedly as he pulled you in for a hug to stop your tears, and you didn't even fight him off, instead nestling yourself perfectly in his neck as your sobs became louder.

'One more chance Y/n, what we had is too great to lose.' He claimed, wiping his tears.

'I can't.' You whispered, shaking your head.

'Please Y/n, or we'll spend forever wondering what it could've been.' Trent claimed, and you agreed with him a lot, still unable to know whether this was a good idea.

'Do you love me?' He asked, keeping you mesmerised by his chocolate brown orbs.

You hesitantly nodded; you knew the answer was yes without even thinking about it, you didn't think you'd ever fall out of love with this guy with the spell he had you under, but you weren't sure if it was worth it to give this another go, especially since you'd managed to cope just about in the 2 years without him.

'That's all I need to know, you love me I love you.'

‘Where do we go from this? Is this even the right thing to do?’ You questioned, clearly overwhelmed and not sure how you’d fix the problems he inflicted upon you both.

‘Well it feels right to me?’ He told you, followed by your silence.

‘I can’t be the girl who goes back Trent.’ You told him, both of you aware of how stubborn you could be.

‘I know, I fucked up so bad. It’ll never happen again Y/n, we’ll take this one step at a time.’ He reassured.

‘You don’t understand I’ve not been able to forget you, which is why I want to hear you out.’ You explained, in need of answers.

‘I just need you, even if you don’t need me I need you.’ He confessed, making you nod.

'And Y/n, I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry.' He cried, as you pulled him in, internally hating yourself for what you were doing, and although you knew you shouldn't, and cursed yourself as you knew you needed to let him go a while ago, you knew there'd be no way you could do that - you simply weren't strong enough.

In fact, he could probably betray you over and over again, and no matter how many times you'd break up, or how many miles and years you’d spend apart, you knew you'd always go back to him; he was your first and only love after all.

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TMNT 2012 as Disney Movies (Cast List)

I love Disney and I love TMNT 2012, so enjoy my HC for who I would cast in a couple of my favorite Disney movies.

Beauty & The Beast

Belle: April

The Beast/Prince Adam: Donnie

Gaston: Casey

Lumiere: Raph

Cogsworth: Leo

Mrs Potts: Karai

Chip: Mikey

Lefou: Timothy

Maurice: Kirby

Fifi The Feather Duster: Mona Lisa

The Wardrobe: Alopex

The Bimbettes (Claudette, Laurette, & Paulette): Renet, Shinigami, Rook

Note: Instead of turning into objects and furniture, the people of the castle turned into mutants. Also Karai isn’t Mikey’s mom but instead they have big sister little brother dynamic.

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The Little Mermaid

Ariel: April

Prince Eric: Leo

Sebastian: Raph

Flounder: Donnie

Ursula: Kitsune (My OC)

Venessa: Karai

Scuttle: Mikey

King Triton: Splinter

Grimsby: Kirby

The Chef: Pizza Face or Belly Bomb

Note: Raph, Donnie and Mikey would play the role of the characters they were given BUT they would be sea turtles instead of a fish and crab

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Hercules

Hercules: Raph

Meg: Mona Lisa

Phil: Slash

Pegasus: Chompy

Hades: Lord Dregg

The Muses: April, Karai, Shinigami, Renet & Alopex

Pain & Panic: Bebop & Rocksteady

Zeus: Splinter

Hera: Tang Shen

Hercules’ Adopted Parents: Usagi & Akemi

Note: Adding more characters, Leo is Apollo, Donnie is Hephaestus and Mikey is Hermes. They are the ones who tell Raph/Hercules about who he is and how to become a true hero because they wanna reunite with their long lost brother, cause these 3 Greek Gods are actually brothers of Hercules so it makes sense.

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Tangled

(Along with a few characters from the series)

Rapunzel: Karai

Eugene/Flynn Rider: Shinigami

Mother Gothel: Shredder

Maximus: Alopex

Pascal: Chompy

The King & Queen: Splinter & Tang Shen

Captain of the Guards: Tiger Claw

The Stabbington Brothers: Rahzar & Fishface

Hook Thug: Raph

The Thug Who wants to find love: Donnie

Drunk Thug: Mikey

Unicorn collecting Thug: Leatherhead

Mime Thug: Timothy

Cassandra: Leo

Varian: Renet

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Aladdin

(Including cast for the 2nd and 3rd movie)

Aladdin: Raph

Jasmine: Mona Lisa

Genie: Mikey

Jafar: Newtralizer

Iago: Kraang Sub Prime

Sultan: Sal Commander

Abu: Chompy

Rajah: One of the ice dragons

Razoul: Tiger Claw

Razoul’s Gaurds: The Foot Clan

Abis Mal: Baxter Stockman

Cassim: Splinter

Saluk: Armaggon

The Oracle: Renet

The 40 Theives: Other (non Foot Clan) villians like the Purple Dragons, Lord Dregg, Bellybomb, Snakeweed, Spiderbytez, etc

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Robin Hood

Robin Hood: Raph

Little John: Slash

Maid Marian: Mona Lisa

Friar Tuck: Mikey

Prince John: Newtralizer

The Sherif of Nottingham : Tiger Claw

Lady Kluck: Alopex

Sir Hiss: Baxter Stockman

Alan-a-dale: Donnie

Skippy: Kintaro

Trigger & Nutsy: Bebop & Rocksteady

King Richard: Sal Commander

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Snow White

Snow White: Raph

Queen Grimhilde: Tiger Claw

Grumpy: Karai

Dopey: Mondo Gecko

Doc: Slash

Happy: Pigeon Pete

Bashful: Leatherhead

Sneezy: Rockwell

Sleepy: Muckman

Prince Florian: Mona Lisa

The Huntsman: Alopex

The Magic Mirror: Fugitoid

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Mary Poppins

Mary Poppins: April

Bert: Leo

Jane: Irrilia (OC belongs to @myrling-art )

Micheal: Thalos (OC belongs to @bludinkdragonz )

Mr Banks: Raph

Mrs Banks: Mona Lisa

Uncle Albert: Mikey

Ellen: Renet

Mrs Brill: Alopex

The Constable: Sal Commander

The Bird Woman: Shinigami

Katie Nanna: Utrom Queen

Admiral Boom: Slash

Mr. Binnacle: Leatherhead

Note: When they go to the cartoon world, have the cartoon characters be the 87 characters.

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Cinderella

(Including cast for 2nd movie)

Cinderella: Donnie

Lady Tremaine: Splinter

Anastasia: Raph

Drizella: Leo

Fairy God Mother: Mikey

Prince Charming: April

Jaq: Slash

Gus: Leatherhead

Grand Duke: Kurtzman

The King: Kirby

Prudence: Rockwell

The Baker: Mona Lisa

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The Hunchback Of Notre Dame

Quasimodo: Mikey

Frollo: Tiger Claw

Esmeralda: Mona Lisa

Phoebus: Raph

Hugo: Mondo Gecko

Victor: Leatherhead

Laverne: Rockwell

Clopin: Donnie

The Archdeacon: Leo

The 2 Gaurds: Bebop & Rocksteady

Madellaine: Renet

Sarousch: Xever

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Encanto

Mirabel: April

Abuela Alma: Splinter

Isabela: Leo

Dolores: Karai

Luisa: Slash

Bruno: Donnie

Julieta: Mikey

Agustin: Renet

Pepa: Raph

Felix: Mona Lisa

Camilo: Casey

Antonio: Frida (My OC)

Mariano: Shinigami

Mariano’s Mom: Kitsune (My OC)

Note: The Hamato family are all related but not that same way the Madrigals are. Ex: Raph, Mikey and Donnie are NOT triplets, them and Leo are all still brothers. Some family dynamics/plots remain the same such as Leo being engaged to Shini, but Karai is in love with Shinigami.

[deputy-buck]

oh my god, saw your post and now the idea of pup!tim/puppyplay with hawk and tim in general will be living in my head forever

Pup!Tim will live in my head forever as well, anon, we're in the same boat- here's a 50's moodboard, not a very good one because it's so hard to find stuff that doesn't look ultra-modern??? anyway

The lamb plush is a gift from Hawk, it is very much a play on the whole sacrificial lamb deal in the Bible, Tim hasn't quite caught onto it yet, but Hawk couldn't help himself. They play fetch with it in Hawk's apartment, Tim was a little uncomfortable crawling after it at first but now it's a regular thing, familiar and comforting to know Hawk isn't laughing at him but more so at how cute he is with the little lamb between his teeth and his face a little red and his hair more than mused, Tim likes seeing his handler happy. It lives at Hawk's apartment in the bottom drawer of his desk when Tim isn't there, otherwise it's usually sat on Tim's blanket, or being carried in his mouth from room to room as Tim follows Hawk around.

The blanket is another gift from Hawk. His puppy needs something nice to lay on, can't just force him to lay on the hardwoods with no cushion, that would be mean, and his pup is prone to getting a little cold in his stripped state. Underwear and t-shirt at the most, Hawk never understood putting clothes on their large dogs, so he's not going to. The blanket also stays in Hawk's apartment and is the only warm-toned blanket he owns. It also gives some relief to Hawk's own knees when he decides it's time to give his puppy a nice reward.

The collar -you guessed it- is yet another gift from Hawk. Look, Hawk likes spoiling his puppy, if he could get every little item he saw that made him think of his puppy, he'd be broke, and he's got Moneyyyy. He knew Tim wouldn't like anything flashy or harsh, his boy is the soft type in this mental state and would hate a prong collar, so Hawk opted for something classic yet still more than strong enough to pull on. It was the one thing Hawk had to get custom-made. He can't lie, he was the slightest bit flustered during the commission process but calm, cool, and collected when he picked it up, much too excited to see the look on Tim's face when he presented the gift to his pup. "Now everybody will know who owns you, Skip."

Not sure if I want Tim's pup name to be Skip/Skippy or something else, also I think the collar would be a little wider but that was the closest I could find that's simple.

Oh and look! A gift not from Hawk! The bowl is from Frankie. I like to think Tim and Frankie had a closer relationship than what was represented in the show, and one night while Tim and Frankie were drinking a little too much in Frankie's room, Tim spilled the beans on what he and Hawk had been up to, and how it felt so good to just follow what Hawk said without being expected to give a verbal response. Frankie first laughed cause of-fucking-course Tim likes something like this, but then he got to thinking... how can he be a little shit but also provide something of use? A bowl, a fucking dog bowl. He thought about putting Tim's name, or "Skippy" on it but settled on "Dog" just to really fuck with Tim. uhhh Tim nearly fucking cried from embarrassment that Frankie not only remembered the conversation but Bought him something because of it- He's just happy Frankie didn't give it to him in front of Hawk or Marcus, then he definitely would have cried.

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I have a little fic coming out at some point in response to another ask, so keep this moodboard in mind when you read it!!! No clue when it'll come out though oops-

[mistermaxwellboucherdieasilived]

Doing @charlottan's book tag game Hiiiiiii Charlotte :) And thanks Skippy for tagging me

Favorite books: We'll Fly Away by Bryan Bliss, The Street by Ann Petry, Notes From my Captivity by Kathy Parks, Hunger Games trilogy (Catching Fire is my fave I think), Darius the Great is Not Okay by Adib Khorram SOOOOO GOOD, Long Way Down by Jason Reynolds, More Than This by Patrick Ness

Favorite authors: Sorry for this some of these I've read literally one of their books. But anyway. Jason Reynolds, Lemony Snicket, George Orwell SORRY, John Webster, E. Lockhart LOVEEEEE HER

Favorite genres: Realistic fiction, lgbt coming of age/romance, YA but I don't consider that its own genre, novels in verse, early modern british drama sorry, survival narratives (idk if theres an official term)

Book(s) you're currently reading: Sort of The Hunger Games trilogy because I'm writing a paper on it, about to start reading Stone Butch Blues (for fun) and The Ministry of Utmost Happiness (for class)

Books on your to read list: Stone Butch Blues, The Poet X, The Hate U Give, The Handmaid's Tale, House of Leaves (THIS SUMMER I WILL)

Books you loved as a child: STARGIRL BY JERRY SPINELLI <3333, Nature Girl by Jane Kelley, Captain Underpants (the whole series), Animorphs series, any scary stories collections but especially David Lubar's Weenies series, A Series of Unfortunate Events <33

Preferred book length: Like 300-400 pages

Books you couldn't finish: Omg so many.... Sense and Sensibility, Tess of the D'Urbervilles, The Scarlet Letter, Romeo & Juliet, Julius Caesar... these are just for school

Fiction or nonfiction: Fiction<333333333 I <3 narratives

Buy, borrow from library, or read online: Library LOL. I also love thriftbooks

Author you've read the most of, but DON'T recommend: Laurie Halse Anderson. Sorry. Okay.

Favorite book character: At the moment, Katniss Everdeen.

If you at some point stopped reading but then started again, what book/books got you into reading again: What most sparked my interest in literature for school was probably Macbeth or Heart of Darkness. I stopped reading much around freshman/sophomore year but one book that really brought me back would be You Asked for Perfect by Laura Silverman. I remember reading it in one sitting and feeling like myself again because I read it so fast lol. Smiles

Tagging @verpaso and anyone else who wants to heart

[taylorswiftstylequestions]

This is completely apart from the chaos of the last 24 hours, but I just remembered a little story I wanted to share with you and the TSS collective:

I've never been super into Shake it Off. It's not a skip or anything, but from the moment it debuted on the top of the Empire State Building it's just never really been It for me. (The repetitive chorus didn't thrill me, the spoken word bridge two lead singles in a row made my eye twitch, etc.)

But a day or two ago, I had a full Taylor shuffle going as I washed dishes, and it came on. And I started to imagine the NFL being cheeky and playing it in the stadium during an ad break this coming Sunday. And all of the Chiefs players going nuts and dancing like they do for Swag Surfing. And Travis dramatically triple clapping on the beat right before the chorus. And then Andy Reid getting cajoled into a little boogy and the team losing their minds. And Taylor up in the suite witnessing all of this and laughing her head off and feeling so cherished and gleeful.

And I finally felt it. The infectious, full-body joy. The 'oh my god I MUST rush to the dance floor' vibe she talked about wanting. I was doing the triple clap and rocking out and just felt suffused with happiness.

So anyway. That was a cool moment for me. And a reminder for us all that you can start to vibe with a song even after a full decade of dismissing it, because she writes Really. Good. Songs.

You know what this is also so fun for me too because a friend of mine is a "SIO" truther and always has been and I'm sure she's going to read this and screenshot it and send it to me as a "FINALLY!!!!!!!!!!!" moment of gratification but lately I've taken to steps around my building's underground while husband teaches himself how to roller skate and we chat and partake in quality time while also focusing on individual movement and "Shake It Off" really has been bringing me the JOY. The full body boppy skippy horn hooting joy and that is SO FUN after nearly a decade.

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Fellow Travelers Fic Recs | February Recap

February was the month for fluff! And boy, did this little fandom need it! So many wonderful fics this month, but I've highlighted the Top 20 that've stuck with me the most. Some Valentine's fluff, fake dating fun, our first Frankie/Marcus main pairing fic, smoking hot smut, a couple outstanding outsider POVs and a few phenomenal tearjerkers. A little something for everyone! ♦️ More fic recs can be found at the fic register, here. Not quite what you're looking for? Tell us what you had in mind, here! -> 💌 ✍️ In addition to the fics highlighted below, there were many new additions to the Promise You WILL Write collection. Check them out here! If you're feeling inspired, please visit the collection to leave a prompt for someone to write or take one for yourself… All are welcome! You can check out their page @promiseyouwillwrite for more info.

💞 February is for lovers... and domestic fluff... and slow dancing... and clothes sharing...and so much more! How do I love thee, let me count the weeks... is a month-long Valentine's Celebration and fic collection based on different prompts each week and hosted by @fellow-travelers-events. 💜 Check out my round-up's for Week 1, Week 2, and Week 3.

♦️ Yours forever anyway by @bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar) [G, 733] Hawk and Tim dance together.

♦️ Mad about the Boy by @redmyeyes | redmyeyes [E, 5K] “Tell me,” Hawk said, tilting Tim’s head back to give his forehead a quick kiss, “what does my boy want for his birthday?”

“Am I still? Your boy?” Part 3 of Fellow Travelers

♦️ Love Is An Angel Disguised As Lust by Anonymous [E, 2K] Hawk's eyes darkened, from outshining the daytime sky to rivalling the night. His lips curved into a wicked smirk. If Tim didn't know better, he might suspect he'd just played right into Hawk's hands.

"Educate me."

That wasn't exactly what Tim had intended. But, his attention caught by the glint off Hawk's wedding ring, Tim decided he could work with that.

Or, The edging fic that's probably sixty percent soft.

♦️ Rail me until I can't stand by @carnivalrow | nightfall_in_winter [E, 5K] Various missing scenes from episodes 1 and 8. Chapter 1 - Hawk's POV of their last time before Hawk's betrayal. Chapter 2 - Tim's POV of the same scene. Chapter 3 - A missing scene from Episode 1. Hawk is Tim's first because Skippy never went all the way with Bob…

♦️ Beguiled Again by @bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar) Tim comes home late, finding Hawk asleep and wearing his shirt.

Part 6 of Bravery | Part 3 of FT Valentine's Month

♦️ I Sing the Body Electric by telescape8💠 [M, 20K, WIP]  Modern AU. It all starts on Election Night 2016. Tim falls hard. Hawk falls harder.

♦️ All Tied Up With Nowhere To Go by @jesterlesbian | captainquint [E, 2K] “Are they too tight?” Hawk asked, tugging on Tim’s wrists.

Tim’s wrists were, at that moment, bound to the headboard of Hawkins Fuller’s bed by some carefully knotted neckties. Tim was struck by the thought of Hawk wearing one of these ties to work on a later day, becoming distracted in his office thinking of what they had done with them on this night. His mouth twitched up at the corner.

“Hey, are you listening to me?” Hawk placed a hand under his chin and tilted Tim’s face towards Hawk’s own. “This is important, I don’t want to hurt you.”

Tim rolled his wrists and wiggled his fingers to show they were fine. “I’m not made of glass, Hawk, you don’t have to treat me like I’ll break.” Or, Hawk teases a tied-up Tim

♦️ Till I Come Marching Home by Anonymous [G, 3K] Hawk spends his last day before deployment with Tim.

♦️ Please tell me now by @thewindyoubargainedfor | thewindyoubargainedfor [G, 1K] When Marcus arrives in San Francisco, he knows the first thing he needs to do.

♦️ You should be in my space (you should be in my life) by @startagainbuttercup |  startagainbuttercup What if Tim let Hawk touch him during their mutual masturbation session? Part 2 of FT Valentine's Month: how do i love thee, let me count the weeks...

♦️ Two Old Men at Grubstake on Pine by @vespersong | vespersong Hannah's story of the two old men at Grubstake Diner, in 1980s San Francisco.

♦️ A Disaster Beyond Measure by drabbleswabbles💠 [NR, 8K, WIP] Hawkins Fuller is a campaign manager with a PR disaster on his hands. The solution involves pretending to date none other than Timothy Laughlin.

Featuring: unrealistic portrayals of the life and job of a campaign manager for the sake of the fake dating trope.

♦️ Again, only better by @madsmeetsmisha | madsmeetsmisha [M, 14K, WIP] Hawk had no idea what was really going on here. All he knew was that he was back in 1954 and a completely distraught Tim was standing outside his door. And he also knew that he certainly wouldn't make the same mistake twice.

♦️ The gold of the dusk and the dawn by @redmyeyes | redmyeyes [M, 3K] Valentine’s Day, 1954

Part 4 of Fellow Travelers

♦️ Stay With Me by Joycee💠 [M, 10K] A week after Hawk goes home from San Francisco, he gets a phone call.

♦️ Down the road, later on, you will hate that I never gave more to you (than half of my heart) by @behindthesefangirleyes | SilverShadow1 [G, 1K] “I lied.”

Hawk isn’t sure what that means or if he’s brave enough to unpack it.

“About what?”

“Same as you,” Lucy says. “About myself.”

Or, Hawk learns about Tim's letter

♦️ psalms 40:2 by @thewindyoubargainedfor | thewindyoubargainedfor [NR, 3K] Tim arrives in his hospital room, and it’s the most interesting thing that’s happened to Roger in weeks.

♦️ Where No One Else Can See by @bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar) [G, 2K] Marcus once said Hawk was a damn good liar. And the first step in being the best damned liar that ever set foot in Washington, was the necessity of being able to lie to yourself.

Hawk had been lying to himself for so long - about so many things - even he didn't think he would know his own truth if it was laid bare before him.

Until soft brown eyes and a kiss that tasted like milk and eternity.

Until Skippy.

Or, How Tim's touch made Hawk realise a certain fact.

♦️ Sands of Time (Turn Backwards) by @brouill3r | brouiller [NR, 17K, WIP] 1987 Hawkins Fuller is full of regrets for the life he's lived, though Tim once told him he regrets nothing. Hawk so wishes he could say the same.

♦️ A Patchwork Life by @likerealpeopledo-on-ao3 | Likerealpeopledo Hawk spends time in San Francisco after Tim's death in order to keep the promises he made at the gala.

The events take place in canon between Tim's death and Hawk's visit to the quilt in October 1987.

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This is a collection of short stories, one-shots, and drabbles about Bea/V. Highlighting in green the ones that I think are required reading because of backstory/relationship/character building.

Last updated 4/9/2024

The Vest - 539 words

12/13/2080 (aka THE Hanukkah fic, required reading!!!) - 4,191 words

For the Advancement of Science - 1,434 words

Deep Sea, Deep Love - 890 words

Eitan Ezra ben Guerra (V backstory)- 1,734 words

Secretary (smut but the prologue to the scrapped sequel version is better) - 2,815 words

Shut up, Skippy! (really funny smut) - 2,528 words

Teenage Depression (V backstory) - 1,872 words

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What on earth do you mean, Skippy, are you boring? I come here as so many of us do for a daily dose of uplifting things to see and enjoy. Your contributors post a fascinating collection of pictures and words about beautiful places in the world, art, jewellery, history and adorable pets. Thank you for putting this all together for us.

I sometimes feel I am alone here….thought I must be boring…..thank you for letting me know I am not alone. You are so sweet….🙂❤️