#tj talking code

[eddiesxangel]

Eddie is so the type say “I love you” directly to your tits!!!! You’re saying good bye to him before he goes in for work

“Have a good day baby, I love you” you give him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. You pull away when he doesn’t say it back.

When you do he then cups your boobs in each hand to lift them up.

“I love you” he isn’t even looking at you. He is looking down at your chest.

You just roll your eyes with a smirk and push him out the door.

[kraviolis]

what if we got kidnapped together and then separated and forced to decide individually if both of us get tortured a little bit or one of us gets all the torture and we both picked ourselves to take the full torture to spare each other from that agony but our kidnapper decided to slash both of us in the neck anyways and then we laid next to each other on the floor of an abandoned motel and silently held our hands firmly against each other's throats to stop the bleeding in a desperate attempt to make sure the other survived. would that be romantic or what

[pettyprocrastination]

who do you guys think watches love island aside from Gaz.

[xoteajays]

maki and mori are sam and dean coded.

[poledancingdinos]

Mission: Impossible - Talk to the Girl

Pairing: Captain Syverson X OFC (Grace)

Word Count: 2870

Warnings: Fluff, Flirting, Implied PTSD, Implied Smut

Taglist: @summersong69 @amberangel112 @utterlyhopeful-fics @marantha​ @kebabgirl67 @littleone65 @omgkatinka @luclittlepond @elizabetharegina @enchantedbytomandhenry @narnianaos @geralts-yenn @peaches1958 @avengersfan25 @sillyrabbit81 @lena-banena @mrsevans90 @confessionbrain-writings @eclecticfashionbookszipper @rosecentury @shellyshellshell @winter2112rose @secretdream2 @toooldforobsessions @wa-ni @valacircareads @missemrose @liecastillo @identity2212

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Sy tried his best to look like he was having fun but it was a little hard to do when the loud thrum of the music was grating on his nerves. The upbeat pop song sounded nothing like gunfire or explosions so why did it put his entire body on high alert?

He glanced around the room for the millionth time, taking note of every exit and where each guest was seated now that the meal was over and people had switched chairs to mingle with other tables. If this was what retirement brought, then maybe he would have been better off going back.

During his surveillance of the room, his eyes lingered on the pretty bartender who’d appeared in the corner when they had opened up the bar. She’d caught his attention immediately, looking pretty in her simple black dress and serving everyone with a smile that made his heart ache a little whenever it wasn’t directed at him—which was every time since he hadn’t had the guts to go get himself a drink even once that evening.

His last beer had been empty for over an hour now but none of the guys at the table had gotten up so he hadn’t been able to bother them for a refill.

Not realizing he’d been openly starring for longer than socially acceptable, Sy didn’t hear his name being called until it was followed by a hit to the shoulder.

“Just go talk to her, man.”

“Who?” Sy asked, feigning innocence.

TJ, the groom and one of Sy’s best friends, shot him a look that told him he’d been busted and wasn’t fooling anyone.

“Go talk to her. Maybe the promise of a good lay will wipe that frown off your ugly mug and you’ll stop scaring off my wedding guests.”

The problem was, Sy had this feeling like that girl wasn’t meant to be just a one night thing, and he had no idea how to go about finding out if that was true. It wasn’t like he’d never gone home with a stranger in a bar. He was just used to the girls being the ones to show interest first.

“Okay, clearly I’m gonna have to spell this out for ya.” TJ cleared his throat, putting on a serious air and leaning in closer to Sy. All the boys around the table had cut off their conversation, focusing on their exchange.

“Your mission: libation retrieval. You will need to make your way fifty feet south of your current position at which point you will make contact with the person of interest. Now, this is where it gets tricky. You will need to be very mindful of what you say or this op could blow up in your face. The code word is ‘hi’.”

Sy couldn’t help but smile and flip his middle finger at the other man.

“You’re a dick, you know that?”

“And you’re being a pussy. Guess that’s why we make the perfect pair.”

He was right, Sy did need to put on his big boy pants, go order his own damn drink and talk to the beautiful woman.

Standing, Sy nervously straightened his tie and readjusted his suit jacket. He felt the entire table’s eyes on him as he crossed the room, moving around the outside of the open space that served as a dance floor. Sy considered a variety of opening lines but when he finally reached the counter, the cute bartender spoke first.

“What can I getcha? Shots, a beer, something sweet?”

Sy rarely drank anything other than beer but he wanted to keep her talking and a one word answer wouldn’t accomplish that.

“What do ya qualify as something sweet?”

The woman finally flashed that gorgeous smile at him, pushing a little pamphlet across the counter. “I can make all the classics or I have a few signature cocktails.”

Glancing through the menu, Sy hummed as if in deep contemplation. “I think I’ll stick to a beer but I wouldn’t say no to some other kind of sugar.”

The woman narrowed her eyes at him, attempting to conceal the smirk pulling at her lips.

“Isn’t the rule at these things that best man is supposed to go home with the maid of honor?”

“The maid of honor is happily married to one of the other groomsmen. And she’s also my sister.”

“Ah. Let me guess, your younger sister and her friends always lurked around you and your friends growin’ up until one day y’all came home from college and suddenly they were the ones who had your friends’ attention?”

Shooting an amused look at his brother-in-law over his shoulder, Sy realized he had six pairs of eyes watching him like he was some show animal.

“Yeah,” he admitted, turning his focus back to where it belonged, “that’s pretty much what happened with my sister but the groom only joined the group after our first deployment. He stayed, I went back. It’s probably also the reason why I am the only member of the wedding party who isn’t married.”

Subtle Sy. She opened her mouth to respond but a high-pitched voice cut off any words before they were formed.

“Uncle Sy, Uncle Sy!”

Sy spun, catching his god-daughter as she jumped into his arms and making a show of almost falling over. “Woah, princess! You’re growin’ so big, I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to keep catchin’ ya.”

The little girl giggled, tugging playfully on Sy’s beard like she always did.

“Mama said I can have a juice or a fizzy drink!”

Sy looked at his sister who nodded in confirmation. He wouldn’t have put it past the sneaky five-year-old to tell a little white lie to manipulate her uncle.

“Well, which didja pick, juice or fizzy drink?”

“I want something pretty like Mamaw.”

He knew the ones. His mother was a big fan of those internet bartending videos and ordered drinks purely based on aesthetics. The problem was that most of those drinks got their color from the various alcohols mixed in.

“You know,” the woman chimed in with a warm smile towards his niece, “I have a menu here with lots of pretty drinks.” She pulled a second pamphlet from behind the counter, holding it out and leaning in conspiratorially as she stage-whispered, “I keep it hidden because it’s not for grown-ups.”

Sy locked eyes with the little girl in his arms and she grinned like the cat that got the canary, nodding furiously. Accepting the menu, Sy held it up for his niece to see.

“What do ya think, princess? The red one is real pretty.”

The red one was a Shirley Temple and seemed to be the one which was the least likely to give his god-daughter a sugar rush before bedtime, but she shook her head, instead pointing at the one below it. “I want this one!”

“Ooh, that’s one of my favorites too!” the woman declared.

So much for no sugar rush. There was a one hundred percent certainty that his sister would give him shit for his choice but he was not about to be the reason her daughter had a tantrum at her best friend’s wedding.

“The lady has spoken. We’ll have a Unicorn Waterfall, please.”

She got to work, rimming a glass with something purple then adding some bubblegum pink syrup and ice. On top of that, she placed a large chunk of blue and pink cotton candy and on the side, she filled a separate carafe with lemon-lime soda.

“Alright, sweetie, all that’s left is to pour the soda over the cotton candy. Do you think your Uncle Sy would help you do it?”

He didn’t miss the fact that she paid enough attention to remember his name.

“Oh! Please, please, please, Uncle Sy!”

“Sure, that sounds easy enough.”

Both glasses were pushed closer to him and Sy picked up the little carafe. His niece placed her tiny hand over his, eyes wide as he tipped the carafe and the clear liquid melted the cotton candy. The resulting drink was pink on the bottom and slowly transitioned to a deep purple without a trace of candy in sight.

His niece squealed and clapped, squirming so much Sy was afraid he might drop her for a moment. 

“Okay, Hailey Mae, what do you say to Miss…” Sy paused, raising an eyebrow towards the woman of his dreams.

“Grace.”

“What do you say to Miss Grace?”

“Thank you, Miss Grace.”

“You’re very welcome, sweetie.”

With a grateful smile, Sy pushed the carafe back towards Grace and put his niece down on the floor. When he straightened, his beer was ready and waiting by his niece’s glass.

“I want to carry it, Uncle Sy.”

“Alright but two hands, okay?”

Hailey Mae tipped her chin, a look of stern concentration taking over her face as she carefully took the glass from Sy. It seemed Grace had thought ahead, making the drink in a plastic cup. The worst that could happen was a spill or a stain on the dress she would have outgrown by next month anyway. As much as Sy wanted to hang back and talk to the cute little lady who had just stolen his heart, he had to follow his niece to make sure no one accidentally bumped into her as she slowly waddled back to her mother.

To his great dismay, Sy was then immediately stolen away by his great aunt and wasn’t able to go back to the bar. Every time he broke away from one group of people, he was pulled into another mindless conversation.

Before he knew it, the evening was winding down, most of the guests had returned home and the wedding party retreated to their rooms at the hotel by the reception hall. Most of them lived less than an hour away, Sy being no exception, but the groom’s parents and siblings had come from out of town so the hotel stay had been a way of giving the newly joined families a little more time together before they all went home.

“She’s cleaning up, it’s now or never,” Sy’s brother-in-law said from behind him as he watched Grace wipe a metal shaker with a microfiber towel.

“To do what? Bring her up to my room?”

“I was going to say get her number but yours leads to sex tonight and mine means waiting until at least tomorrow.”

Sy just kept staring at her.

“You do remember how sex works right? You take that shrimp in your pants and you slip it in a woman’s—“

“I get it,” Sy growled. He did not want to hear whatever version of the birds and the bees he was about to spew.

“Good, now go get your bartender.”

Sy took a deep breath and made his way to the bar before he lost his nerve. He arrived just in time to see Grace heave a crate of liquor into her arms and immediately stumble backwards. Luckily, the fridge kept her upright and prevented her from causing a giant mess.

“Woah, ya need help with that?”

Grace gave him a relieved smile, managing to set the box on the counter.

“How is it that it feels heavier now than when I got here?”

“Maybe because you’ve been slingin’ drinks all night and you deserve a break,” he answered, picking up the box. “Where am I takin’ this?”

“My van is parked out back. We need to go through the service corridor.”

She picked up a case of syrups and moved towards a door in the corner of the room. Sy followed without question appreciating the view of her ass in that dress.

They crossed another large metal door and were greeted by the cool night air.

“This is me,” she said, setting her box down on the asphalt and digging her keys out of the bottom.

Once the van was opened, Sy set his case in the trunk then picked up the one she had carried and slid it in beside the first.

“You got anything else to bring out?”

“No, that’s all of it. The venue provided most of the equipment, this was all that was left of my stuff.”

This was it. Sy could either man up or never see this woman again.

“You know, it’s pretty late. Might not be such a good idea to drive anywhere tonight.”

“Is that so?” she asked, cocking her hip as Sy took a step forward.

“You could always come up to my suite. I could make ya a coffee or you could get a bit of rest before drivin’ back.”

“Your suite, huh? Are ya tryin’ to use your wealth to get laid?”

“No, I’m tryinʼ to use my friend’s wealth to get laid. But I’ll settle for usin’ my natural charm to get your number.”

An amused expression lit up her face at his honesty. She pulled her lower lip between her teeth, smiling at the ground for a second before looking up at him from below her lashes.

“You’re right,” she said with an exaggerated fake yawn, “I’m really tired after workin’ all evenin’. It would be irresponsible of me to drive back tonight. I wouldn’t want to fall asleep behind the wheel and cause an accident.”

“No, ma’am it would not. And I’m all about bein’ responsible.”

The incessant ringing of the phone pulled Sy out of a deep sleep. It eventually stopped but the reprieve lasted for all of ten seconds. When it started for the third time, Sy muttered a curse under his breath and rolled over to the other side of the bed to pick up the receiver.

“What?” he barked.

“Damn.” It was his friend Mack’s lazy drawl coming from the other end of the line. “I was sure that you bein’ late to breakfast meant you’d gotten some last night but that tone tells me different.”

“Well fuck you too. I’ll be right there.”

He slammed the phone down and stretched out with a groan. Only then did he realize that he’d just rolled from one side of the king bed to the other completely unobstructed.

Sy sat up, taking stock of his surroundings. His suit was hung neatly in the closet when he was sure he’d thrown it haphazardly over the chair. Or near the chair. He was butt naked, which, had he been home, would not have been strange, but he didn’t make a habit of free-balling it on strange sheets.

On the up side, the evidence suggested he hadn’t hallucinated his night with the sexy bartender. On the down side, Grace had snuck out without so much as a goodbye.

There was no time to sulk, however, because he was expected downstairs with all of his nearest and dearest. When he stepped into the restaurant, he had approximately a five second warning before his favorite princess was in his arms.

“Uncle Sy, you’re late!”

“I’m sorry, kiddo,” he carried her to the only two empty chairs, settling her on her booster seat. “I forgot to plug my phone before goin’ to sleep so I didn’t have any alarm to wake me up.”

“Forgot or passed out with it in your hand and a fresh load coolin’ on your chest?”

His sister kicked Mack under the table but his niece didn’t hear a word. She’d already picked up a purple crayon and set about drawing a unicorn on the paper place setting.

“It’s okay, Uncle Sy, I forgive you.”

“Well thank you, little lady, that’s mighty gracious of ya.”

For the next two hours, Sy did his best to put Grace out of his head and focus on the people around him. He still made a mental map of the room, the exits and the position of all the guests around the table but, without the loud music, he wasn’t nearly as on edge as he had been the night before. That wasn’t to say that he didn’t haul ass back to the relative peace of his room once the meal was over.

After being constantly on guard for sixteen straight hours the day before and only getting a few hours of sleep, he was ready to get back home to Aika and give his mind a rest in familiar surroundings.

Once he finished packing up his things, Sy moved to the nightstand to retrieve his cellphone. He hadn’t been lying about forgetting to plug it in the night before. When the device turned on again, there were a dozen missed calls and texts from his friends trying to reach him before breakfast.

Dismissing all the notifications, Sy slipped the phone in his pocket and reached down behind the nightstand. He’d been trying to retrieve his charger, only his hand brushed something else instead.

As it turned out, the something in question was one of those notepads that hotels left by the phone. And that notepad had the sweetest words Sy had ever read.

Had to get the van back for an early job. I hope that won’t keep you from calling. Grace xxx

And there below her name, were the ten most perfect digits in the world.

[permetutotheworld]

hi my name is Persephone, but you can call me Seph/Sephy,

I use they/xe pronouns, I’m an asexual lesbian, I’m autistic+adhd,

and I’m a minor (please don’t be creepy I’ve already had two people message me being weird and sexual)

I write a lot of poetry and I’m writing a book at the moment based off of the idea of multiple universes existing at a time, I sing and I love performing, specifically musical theatre

I ALSO TAKE REQUESTS!! I write poetry mostly for them but microfics tooo, for good omens, the marauders, percy jackson, les mis and any TJ Klune books that ive read, just pop a prompt into my inbox and ill do my best to get jt to you as fast as i can <3

my fandoms are : Les Mis, good omens, pjo, marauders, hunger games, aru shah, marvel, doctor who, epic the musical and Tj Clune books

my favourite music: queen, Maisie peters, the last dinner party, the crane wives, Taylor Swift, Florence and the machine, rene Rapp, Chappell roan, David Bowie, blondie, boygenius, Paris paloma, most musicals

favourite books: house in the cerulean sea, under the whispering door, in the lives of puppets (all by TJ Klune)

my tags:

Persephone yaps: my silly little commentary on anything that happens to me

persephone vents: my life low-key sucks quite a lot at time so I vent a bit but I make sure to trigger warning everything triggering

Persephone writes silly stuff: I write silly little poems and stories that I post sometimes

Lovely moots :3 : for my lovely moots

Persephone loves their gf <3 : thats right guys i love my gf so mich and i talk about her a lot

perpendicular universe: posts about my fantasy novel im working onnn

Please dni if you’re queerphobic or discriminate against minorities in general, if you support trump or other dickwads like him or if you’re just going to be mean

also I do struggle a lot with mental health so I probably will randomly disappear or vent but I’ll make sure to trigger warning everything below the cut: my rp blogs, my moots and my fics

My rp blogs:

@nico-sees-dead-people @prongsie-rambles @regulus-the-star @pandora-opens-the-box @sunshine-boy-official

@enjolsaurus-rex @sunshine-prongsie-boy @panda-reads-your-death @lily-petals-falling @stars-andpoems @marlene-and-co @here-and-a-deer

if you like my blog you should check out my amazing mutuals whom I love and adore:

@xenocollector LES MIS RAAA

@sauntering-vaguelydownward literally so sweet ilysm/platonically

@marylily-my-beloved love you Fatimah omg

@aidens-ocean-galaxy very purple coded person and very cool also so genuinely lovely we live laugh love Juno in this household

@theoristswan5683 literally so nice omg they have the loveliest vibes 😭

@ashstillalive Amazing writer amazing person will happily beta read for you anytime

@mae-occasionally-reads so sweet so lovely so cool so glad we’re mutuals love you so much/platonic vibes only MY BEST FRIEND ILYYYSMMM/pl <3333

@definitionoffuckup AL very cool individual

@rafaelthesilly I KNOW YOU IN REAL LIFE POOKIE YOURE THE BEST LESBIAN BUDDIE MY AMAZING SPOUSE ILYSM (platonically)

@inezrable I have more octopus facts for you!!!!!!!

@garden-of-runar the coolest person alive still can’t believe you followed me back althought yoir spice tolerance js weird as shit/lh and paprika is not spicy

@ravenwordss literally so sweet love you/pl

@pyromaniacbibliophile my spouse bc we are married

@cossie-fauchelevant the one and only cosette to my enjolras <3

@delinda24601 SHES SO COOL MY IRL BUS BESTIE LOVE HER TO BITS I FOUNDED HER FAN CLUB SHES SO SUPER COOL GUYS 🩷🩷🩷🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

@im-on-crack-send-help RIYANAAA SO SUPER COOL ILYSM

@startswithahell - cant wait for those unhinged asks omgomg

@biggestqiblifan - I LOVE YOU SM/pl

@the-eclipse-is-in-me - one of my favouritest people on this hellsite

@circe-butbetter - JANA!!! So incredibly cool and iconic

@joanmonet - JOAN!! IRL!! SHE GAVE ME TURKISH DELIGHT AND IS LITERALLY MY WIFE VERY COOL WE SHARE LIKE 90% OF THE SAME INTERESTS !!!! WHAT AN ICON!!! WE FRICKING SAUTÉED ON THOSE EXAMS!!!

@statueofgalatea - 🫵🫵 IN REAL LIFE BEST FRIEND LOVE YOU SMSMSMSM SHARER OF HYPERFIXATIONS LISTENERS OF LESBIAN RANTS LOVE YOU BABE

[midnightnautilus]

I think The Great Gatsby is a red herring code-wise.

BUT! If I can be a literary nerd here, the book does have big parallels to Bill.

Our main character, Jay Gatsby, is seemingly the portrait of the man that everyone wants to be. He throws lavish parties, he's seen as the talk of the town, he seems to have everything - and yet, as its revealed in the book, he spent his whole life pining after a girl he only got to be with for a short time before the war, trying to be successful enough for her. He even built his lavish mansion right across from where she lives!

Now, we also have our code's namesake - TJ Eckleburg, a billboard for an optometrist that overlooks a part of town that has basically but overrun by industriliasm and the smog and ash that comes with it.

"This is a valley of ashes—a fantastic farm where ashes grow like wheat into ridges and hills and grotesque gardens where ashes take the forms of houses and chimneys and rising smoke and finally, with a transcendent effort, of men who move dimly and already crumbling through the powdery air. Occasionally a line of grey cars crawls along an invisible track, gives out a ghastly creak and comes to rest, and immediately the ash-grey men swarm up with leaden spades and stir up an impenetrable cloud which screens their obscure operations from your sight…"

The events that happen within the book are watched by this billboard, and while the rest of its signage has mostly faded, the eyes - surrounded by a pair of yellow spectacles - gaze down on our players.

Now, I think that Bill is both Gatsby and Eckleburg.

He came from humble, flat beginnings (like our Gatsby, who was originally named James Gatz and grew up poor and strived to become something more) and always strived for that horizon, that fleeting glimpse of freedom that he could never get. And instead of accepting his actions, instead of accepting all that he's seen (the all-seeing eyes of Eckleburg gazing down at the passage of time and the destruction of the land around him akin to Bill watching his own dimension burn by his own hand), he decides to live in a fantasy.

He keeps the notion alive that he will be back. That he is too smart, too powerful for these weak fleshy sacks who need the comfort of people. He keeps striving for something he can no longer attain.

boats borne back ceaselessly into the past and all that jazz

[vagueriddles]

THISISNOTAWEBSITEDOTCOM NEW STUFF LIST !!!

(very vague bear with me this is just stuff I've tried putting in, SPOILERSSSS)

Dipper - A letter from presumably Bill telling him how to solve the book - by staring at the sun for 13 hours straight to read the solar powered ink.

Mabel - Adorns the scene with stickers :)

Soos - LONG letter from Soos to us?? Anyways Mabel is telling him what to write about and there's PINATA in all caps on the last page.

PINATA - A video of a girl hitting a Bill shaped Pinata with what's either actual Alex Hirsch or a very good impression voicing Bill's agony.

Waddles - redirects to pigplacementnetwork

McGucket - Redirected to Cotton Eyed Joe.

Ford - An xray of an 18 year old Ford's hand and a case report stating how remarkable his six fingers are, with a blacked out line at the end that goes "if I could kidnap him and bring him to our secret cloning lab." (Yikes)

Stan - redirected to brass knuckles on Ebay

Tad Strange - a video of sourdough being cut with.... oddly sensual music?

VALLIS CINERIS (this phrase shows up on the wall in the top left corner when lightning flashes) - a video of baby Bill from the book with two other triangles with a robotic voice repeating "why did you do it" (the phrase is also a reference to the great gatsby and the valley of ashes)

TJ ECKLESBURG - "NEVER MENTION THAT NAME AGAIN"

PORTAL - "PORTAL.EXE HAS BEEN DELETED. I BET YOU COULD BUILD ONE"

SEASON 3 - "SEASON 2"

SEASON 2 - "SEASON 1"

SEASON 1 - "SEASON -1: ANTI-GRAVITY FALLS"

BOOK OF BILL - "HIDE UNDER SHIRT DURING PLEDGE OF ALLEGIANCE"

Wendy - A note about a "totally legit way to ward off evil triangles on the bottom right corner of the book"

Robbie - a convo between Robbie and Thompson, before and then after which they find Bill and find out how they die? Picture included.

Gideon - Gideon singing and then saying "I love you forever mabel"

Mystery shack - Redirected to Confusion Hill on google

Gravity falls - "NEVER HEARD OF IT"

Disney - "RAT.GIF HAS BEEN CENSORED FOR YOUR PROTECTION"

Alex Hirsch - redirected to "flannel" on google

Bill + Cipher - Redirected to "jazzy triangle meets square square on youtube"

Blind eye - One of those sight test charts and it spells out "WKHBOOVHH" (leaving this to the book solvers lol)

Ducktective - "DUCKTECTIVE STARS IN 'LOVE, QUACKTUALLY' COMING TO 'OI, ITS THE COCKNEY CHANNEL INNIT' THIS FALL"

HELP ME/SAVE ME - A video of a Bill statue in a tank with an Axolotl

Axolotl - "YOU ASK ALOTL QUESTIONS"

Weirdmageddon - newspaper from gravity falls gossiper: "NOTHING HAPPENED"

Pines - "A GOOD FAMILY TREE"

Pacifica - Letter from Pacifica :)

Platinum Paz - A short story about Pacifica almost making a deal with Bill???

(Not words but other stuff if you press the screen)

Mason - a note from dipper to ford, later responded to by Ford as well talking about anagrams, there is one there as well, and ford mentions his CRYPTOGRAM CODEX

Cryptogram codex - downloads a file, I can't open it bc I'm on my phone but it has cipherfonts a and b, strange runes and 'Theraprism'

Theraprism - whatever this is

Knife - A page about the "Cipheropticon" and Bill-Hunters almanac

Skull's gold tooth - Get out of death free card!

Book - letter from Ford :) with this code on the bottom

(Also tells Bill to choke on glass)

[risetherivermoon]

because i have a lot of headcanons to do with the kiddads given they are npcs that we dont tend to get much information on, especially in season 2, heres a shit load more! a lot of these are sad because these guys make me sad

- Sparrow starts wearing glasses in Middle School a little after they get back from Faerun, Terry Jr. starts wearing glasses when he gets to his 30's, and Grant started wearing glasses when he was in Elementary school

- When Nicholas starts to remember stuff from the Nick timeline, (basically 'becoming' Nicky if you will) scars he'd gotten from stuff in that timeline start showing up on his body, notably one is a burn scar on one of his hands from him spilling acid on it in s1 ep 34

- Lark has very scarred hands from when he was buried in the rubble in Neverwinter, though his mobility stayed relatively the same because of how quickly the wounds were healed, there was a lot of left behind scar tissue

- Sparrow has a scar across his mouth from when he was latched onto Boreanaz by his teeth when the pyramid fell

- Grant takes video games way too seriously and has in fact made his friends cry over it (Most specifically Sparrow and TJ)

- Terry didn't tell any of the other kiddads how he was going to die, just that he knew how

- Terry also knew Grant was going to be the one to kill him, but he never mentioned it, Grant was very confused on why all of a sudden TJ was becoming distant

- And he found out how he was going to die before he met Veronica, so when he met Scary he almost debated not marrying Veronica, not because he thought it would prevent his death but because he wanted to spare Scary of that pain

- Lark is incredibly confused like half the time (with basically anything) and to cover it up he usually acts stoic and tough

- Nicky is the type of person to do anything if someone phrases it like "bet you wont do *insert thing here*" no matter what it is

- Sparrow has a ton of tattoos that Nicky did for him

- Lark is colorblind but hasn't told anyone because he's too embarrassed to admit it

- For Grant and Marco's one year anniversary the kiddads all got them Titanic themed gifts, (Nicky got them sixteen dvd copies of the movie, they dont own a dvd player)

- Terry was Nicky's best man at his wedding, and Nicky was going to be Terry's best man but the betrayal happened before Terry even met Veronica,

- to add onto the angst none of the kiddads attended the wedding because it was after code purple and after they'd decided not to be involved in eachother's personal lives outside of D.A.D.D.I.E.S.

- to make this at least a little funny Veronica just doesn't think Terry has any friends-

- On the topic of weddings, Lark got so drunk at Sparrow's wedding that for his best man speech he just started reciting the Declaration of Independence (he opened the wrong tab on his phone and didnt notice)

- Grant has claustrophobia (from being inside the chimera)

- Lark used to be way better at pretending to be Sparrow but now he lacks too much spirit and gives up way too quickly for it to be convincing to most people

- Terry Jr. is extremely gullible and is usually the one Nicky would prank and trick the most just because literally everything works on him

- Nicky activated the sprinkler system at D.A.D.D.I.E.S. so much they took it out

- Terry used to talk to Jerry the Whale like he was his therapist

- Nicky would take a bunch of polaroids of the other kiddads all the time, he kept a photo album at his desk at D.A.D.D.I.E.S., it still sits there because none of the kiddads had the heart to clean it out

- Terry had beef with Darryl for a while as a teenager, for literally no reason (it was probably because he still had a lot of emotions and didn't no where to put them so he decided to just hate on his friend's dad)

[krissielee]

This past Thursday, Casey Mcquiston was in my town for an event at the library. They were a block from my job—of COURSE I was gonna go!

I headed over right after work and ended up third in line, and it was great to make a few friends while we waited (I got there stupid early lol). Once they let us in, we had the chance to take photos with a balloon arch and with some signs the library had made which I completely forgot about because my goal was getting a good seat. Got a few little trope stickers and CMQ book cover magnets (except The Pairing was a pin) before heading in for a place to watch them speak. I ended up front row, right in front of them.

To be fair, that part wasn’t planned; there were two seats so they could’ve been not right there lol. I lucked out.

Regardless, it was a wonderful talk. I love them???? Like, obviously I love them, but they’re a joy to listen to. They spoke a bit about their writing process and had a few fun anecdotes to share.

A few things they mentioned:

-They are working on their fifth book. It is NOT the same thing they hinted at during the Pairing Tour. It is also NOT a sequel to anything. It is something adult, romantasy, and a bit of speculative fiction in the way OLS was speculative fiction.

-All they can say about the RWRB sequel is that a sequel was announced and that there is some part of a script somewhat written to some degree.

-It’s a LOT harder to write RWRB in this current political climate. They said it was hard before, but that this time around it’s worse. They want it to give hope—just as the first book did—but getting into a good mind space is tough.

-Apparently, the first time they met Nick on set, they had gone to the bathroom and he hid around the corner to jump out and introduce himself to them.

-Their favorite trope is forced proximity.

-If they weren’t a writer, they’d be a booze cruise DJ. Also, they have their boating license in two states.

-They blame You've Got Mail for their love of romcoms, as that was the first movie they went to see in theatre with their mom.

Obviously they said more over the course of their talk but those were a few fun ones. My details may be a little off on the grounds that I was a little starstruck, but the general overview is correct.

I’m hoping the library will YouTube the video like they do with a lot of their Enters the Chat series (they have their TJ Klune video uploaded, for fans of him, and Mark Oshiro, among others), because I want to watch it again.

Anyway, after the talk, they did a book signing, and since I was way up front, I ended up basically last in line—which is fine, because you know, yay new friends, and also it was chill to wait. The host, Jeff Adams, came over to chat with us while we waited, too, and he thanked my new friends and me for being up front and clearly engaged in the talk (side note: who wouldn’t have been engaged????), but he also spoke with Casey back in 2019 just before RWRB was initially released on the Big Gay Fiction Podcast that he hosted, so we got a little insight that way. Anyway, he’s SUPER nice and we nerded out for a few minutes because he’s big into accessibility which is a big thing I care a lot about as well, so yay, connections to keep in touch!

Once he left because he wanted to get home (valid), we just hung out in line: me, the friend I got to come with me, and this adorable little ball of anxiety college girl that I will love and protect for the rest of my life. She was the actual last in line because we decided she deserved that honor.

Casey was an angel, though. They were obviously tired by that point, but they still marveled at my AGCD-coded tabbed to hell and back book, and they loved my Alex Bearmont-Diaz. He was the hit of the night lol. So many people wanted his picture and I was told multiple times he needs his own Instagram account, haha.

There were no posed photos, but the staff were taking people's phones and snapping shots of our interactions. Like I have 41 photos of the few minutes I got with them!

Anyway, long story short … if you ever have the chance to meet Casey, do it! They’re just absolutely wonderful. 🥰

[eddiesxangel]

Things my bf has said/done that is Eddie codded

“Women should be able to use public restrooms”

“I want a tight tittie in my ass”

“I want a bum in my cock”

“Your vagina smells like ranch sauce” (not actually don’t worry)

Says “hey, how’s it going” every time during sex without fail

*Pretended to fuck my squishmallow *

*Goes to hold his hand but he moves it to my shoulder * “holding your body is more important”

*farts* “what fucking language just came out of your ass ?”

“Babe, I think I’m autistic”

*to me* you have a big dick

“You remind me of jalapeños. HOT!”

*wincing bc im scared of getting beard burn* “BABE, you’re not going to get a rash from the stache (mustache )

[tjemegames]

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Hey, y’all. I made this side blog because I wanted a casual space to talk about gacha gaming.

You can call me TJ (they/she)! I’m a long time lover of video games who stumbled into the world of gacha in 2022.

I’m a huge advocate for Honkai: Star Rail! I’m slowly grinding my way through Wuthering Waves. I'm not currently playing Genshin Impact, but I'll likely return in the next couple years if the story grabs me again.

I’ll be posting all sorts of things related to my playthrough experiences within the aforementioned games (primarily HSR since it’s my favorite), as well as any other gachas that I decide to give a try. You can expect to see ramblings about storylines, pull results, gameplay showcases, character builds, fanart reblogs, and more!

This blog is a honestly just a dump site for my gacha-related yapping: a.k.a. my way of saving irl friends from having to listen to me ramble about things they don’t understand/aren’t all that interested in. You should check out my Tag Navigation Masterpost for easier traversal of the place!

I’m also on YouTube now! I created the channel to host videos that are too large for Tumblr; they will always be cross-posted to my blog with whatever additional content/commentary/insight I may have for them. I doubt that I’ll be posting there too often (as of now), but you’re more than welcome to subscribe if you’d like.

If you’re a returning HSR player, please consider using my invitation code when you decide to come back (I’m begging—I need every stellar jade I can get.)

Game UIDs/Friend Codes (always down for more pals to co-op with) and links to my most commonly used tools/resources are under the cut.

Thanks for stopping by!

Game UIDs & Friend Codes

HSR: NA - 600433643 (Dracorian, Main) / EU - 704233421 (Solaria, Standard + Freebies Challenge Alt)

WuWa: NA - 500214126

Genshin: NA - 650062088 (Main) / EU - 751038014 (Alt) *Uninstalled as of May '25, but you can still add me for when I inevitably reinstall

Tools & Resources

HSR

Fribbels Honkai Star Rail Optimizer / Relic Scorer

Prydwen's HSR Characters List (build guides)

StarDB Achievement Tracker

HoYoLAB HSR Leveling Calculator

Star Rail Station Warp Tracker

Seeleland (build leaderboards)

Enka.Network (build cards)

@the-astral-express-archive (transparent assets) *No longer active as of May '25 but still useful for any assets released prior to v3.3

WuWa

Prydwen's WuWa Characters List (build guides)

WuWa Tracker (ascension planning, material and achievement tracking)

WuWa Interactive Map *You'll likely need to use your browser's translation feature since it's fully in Simplified Chinese

Genshin

Enka.Network (build cards)

Akasha System (build leaderboards)

Any text dividers that you see on my blog (that I didn't make myself) were made by the lovely @saradika-graphics. You should check out her blog, she makes tons of cute things that are free to use!

[xoteajays]

okay fine so he has ONE hobby: taking shit apart and putting it back together, either back together properly or making it into something new and dangerous.

examples,

…… does chishiya have hobbies??

[animation-is-my-jam]

Hey ! I meant to send this a long time ago when you were taking asks, but I left for vacation so i never got to. I watched Wordgirl again recently and I have been obsessed with Becky and Tobey !! I saw that you have older versions of them and that's my favorite part of the Ship you made(I love domestic AUS)

Question||

How would you imagine a Becky and Tobey wedding? Who do you think they would invite? The best man? Maid of honor?

Where would they get married? Who would be crying the most? Lol (sorry if thats a lot of questions)

Ah, thank you, that's sweet!! (I live for post-canon Tobecky dynamics, too) And don't worry. Yeah, I'm incredibly busy now, but I'll still take asks. And this one is a very good one, Thanks!!

How would I imagine their wedding?

Besides some ideas of what they would wear/outfits (that I've drawn before, but I might redesign again, ha). I actually haven't given it much thought beyond some things I think would occur. And I'm mostly talking about my future AU versions of Tobecky and characters since that's literally my staple canon here, but that can generally apply to my perspective Tobecky since future au is literally just a time skip story.

So basic ideas. I think they would have two different areas for their wedding. One is inside for it being private with family and another outside for the public or general invited guest. I mostly say this because I think it was a compromise of Tobey and Becky wanting a more occasional smaller wedding versus their family urging for a bigger event. And also for Wordgirl/Lexiconian related reasons. As I think by this point, all her closest friends and family would know her identity and would probably like some Lexiconian traditions applied to the marriage (at this point, she's been wanting to connect to her original planet, but not by much). But where would they actually get married at?

I know it's a bit of a joke to say the city's library, but I think that would be cute since they have a lot of memories with the location. Where they could ask in a favor for miss Dewey and the city to rent out the space and make room enough for a small venue and get legally married. And the bigger outdoor wedding could be in the park or a rented garden venue.

The main colors would be white, gold, blue, and scarlet. (Becky wanted some green in there, but the planner refused--saying the greenery of the plants and outdoors would be fine enough). I have no idea what the dress code or coloring would be on the guest outfits/groom mates. But I could see the bridesmaids having golden/yellow dresses.

Maid of honor for Becky...like if it isn't Violet, then what are we doing!! So yes, of course it's Violet.

For Tobey's best man...I know some would say its Scoops, or Two-brains, or Rex (depends on who they would see as Tobey's best male-adjacent friend), but what if I totally go in the bold direction of saying TJ. And yes--it's mostly because in Future AU, I'm the only one who plays with the idea of TJ and Tobey's brotherly-in-law dynamic to the point where they do see each other as close friends despite how opposite they are and how often they get into conflict. And I could definitely see Tobey only asking TJ to be the bestman for the sake of Tobey not wanting to give Scoops the satisfaction of admitting he's his best male friend, LJDJSSJ (I really gotta make that dynamic/relationship chart).

On who would they invite? Besides already the close friends and family attending (like the Botsfords, Mrs. McCallister (+other family), Violet, Scoops, Rex, Rose, Victoria, Johnson, Bob, and Ect). I think for the public wedding they would extend it to the villains. Becky would be a bit conflicted on it, but hey--if they're all at her wedding, then she can make sure they don't commit a crime during her special day. And idk maybe besides DTB, it wouldn't be strange to only have them invited under the guise of Tobey doing the inviting because of his former status/relationship with them. Like the villains being at the wedding would mostly be a Becky idea (bc wahh I'm still a sucker for her and them getting along 🥹, even if they don't know she's Wordgirl). Other than the villains...idk like the recurring characters that we see? Maybe the groceries store clerk, exposition guy, Tubing, Reginald (I mean, they are going to use his jewelry for the rings). Aside from Tubing, they weren't personally invited, but eh, Becky is happy enough to let them be there.

Other details: Who would do the catering? Well, not wanting there to be a war. Tobey and Becky probably just let both Butcher and Chuck do it. Mostly to help with Bob's appetite. And the baker and candlestick maker provide the cake.

Who would be the wedding planner? I would most definitely say Violet, but she's more of the designer than the planner. So...idk maybe Becky? Who would try to be organized and cautious to the point of a breakdown from the stress? Yeah, so it's her. Becky definitely will need all the reassurance in the world to get through the wedding. I don't think the whole event will go perfectly, when do they for their family? But stuff will work out in the end, and Becky's going get her dream wedding. (Even if Granny May was trying to steal the wedding gifts/lh)

Who would be crying the most? The easiest answer in my life, of course it would be Tim. I can imagine him also being in charge of the recording, but he's so filled up with tears that he didn't do a good job at it, lol. And, of course, he couldn't stop wailing when they exchanged vows.

Speaking of the vows. You better believe that Tobey probably would say a lot, but he managed to make it as brief as he could, while Becky will pull up a 20-page essay from out of where and start reading out loud. (Many are almost asleep when she's done with it) (Not Tobey though, he's just not trying to kiss her immediately when she's reading through).

And last thing. The person who would officiate? There were many contenders on the list... I would have said someone like Professor Tubing, or Leslie, or Beau Handsome, or the exposition guy. You know people who would just totally randomly have an officiant license. Another idea is Bob, but nobody besides Becky would understand him, and he's out there putting his heart out in a speech.

But I thought about it and just went with the idea of them getting ordained by one of Tobey's robot, probably made specifically for it. I say that because Tobey has to have at least one robot doing something significant in the ceremony, but also, it would be the ultimate call back to his drawing.

That's all I think for now about their wedding. Maybe one day, I'll go into it deeper on another post. Thank you for the ask!

[laski-and-sage]

Alucard: *taps pen*

TJ: *taps pen in response*

Anderson: Stop that!

TJ: Stop what?

Anderson: You're talking about me in morse code!

Alucard: Yes, that's what we're doing. In our very limited free time, we took a class on a very outdated, very unnecessary form of communication just so we could talk about you in front of you

*later*

Alucard to Seras: That's... exactly what we did

[supraveng]

Fandom Leap - chapter 4

previous chapter @crazyunsexycool

Story MasterList - check out all the chapters by all my favorite mutuals

here's my chapter for our crazy collab experiment

Summary: you wake up in yet another universe, one where you actually belong

Word count: 2.4k

Pairing: not really but hinted

Readers inner thoughts are in italics

dividers by @firefly-graphics

The air shifts around you, a chill runs down your back again and you’re no longer sitting on the floor of a beaten down hotel room in the middle of Germany in the 1940s. The last thing you heard was them calling out your name. This time you feel exhausted. These jumps are draining you and yet again you’re in a universe you don’t recognize. A tear rolls down your cheek as you finally look around to try and figure out where you are.

Most importantly, will you figure out a way to get back?

You were groggy, and exhausted, but the irritating ringing made you move to try and figure out where it was coming from.   Sitting up, you realized you were in bed, an incredibly comfy and luxurious bed.  

Well, at least there’s something positive with this most recent shift.  I could get used to this.   

Attempting to settle back in and enjoy the Egyptian cotton sheets, the ringing continued, reminding you of the reason you were alert to begin with.  Taking a look around the room, you didn’t recognize anything but found the ringing phone on your night stand and answered begrudgingly. 

“Hello?’  rubbing your eyes and trying to figure out where you were.  

“It’s about time you answered, I was beginning to worry.  I have a final schedule that I want you to look at today and let me know any change requests immediately.   I can’t guarantee we can change certain meetings but you know I’ll try my best for you” the person was very alert and talking pretty fast. 

What the hell is going on?  Who would be creating a meeting schedule for me?   

“I’m sorry, I’m just waking up and haven’t had any coffee yet, I’ll take a look and get back to you”  Trying your best to continue a conversation about something you weren’t aware of with a person you didn’t know was harder than you realized. 

“I have to say I’m impressed you even answered the phone if you haven’t had coffee yet.  You have a few hours before the wardrobe arrives so try to wake up and I’ll be there as soon as I can but probably right as the clothes are arriving.  Is there anything else you need?” the caller asked and seemed to have a whole agenda for today.  

“Uh no, I’m good, see you later”

When the call ended you weren’t really sure what to think, but knew the best way to get a grasp on your newest universe was to start snooping around the room you were in.

Thank goodness it's not a Hydra bunker and it's 1000% better than the motel with Dean.  

It was gorgeous,  honestly it almost reminded you of the dream bedroom you tried to create at home, but this one was definitely not designed from your shopping trips to Target and TJ Maxx. 

The room really felt homey, and you wondered where you were, the uncertainty was making you even more nervous than the previous shifts.

When you spotted a photo of yourself, you weren't sure how to feel, this shift wasn't like the others, this one was personal and that was much more unsettling.  You held the picture in your hand to see if you remembered taking it, but you were sure you'd never been on a boat where the water was that blue. 

That realization made you feel rather envious of this version of you and you didn't really know anything about yourself.   This is ridiculous, how can I be jealous of someone who doesn't exist. 

Shaking your head you picked the phone back up and did some research on, well you.  Thankfully the facial recognition unlocked the phone immediately and you thought maybe going through your text messages would be a good start.  

Except that only confused you more, not only did you not recognize any names on your contacts,  you assumed most were code names for people you were friends or acquaintances with.  You were certain there wasn't anyone actually named Gemini Flanagan or Chubby Dumpling, and considering who that was in your world you were too apprehensive to jump right into that. 

I'm gonna have to Google myself. You immediately started giggling at the thought, both for the absurdity of the situation and the sexual connotation that phrase always held. 

Since you weren't completely awake you decided to take your phone with you on a hunt for coffee, throwing on the robe you found on the back of the door you quietly left the room.  Not hearing anything while you were in the room, you assumed you'd be alone but not aware of your surroundings you'd rather be safe than sorry. 

Finding the kitchen quickly, and not a soul around or a light on, you settled on the fact you were indeed alone.  Making your coffee you were pleasantly surprised to see your usual brands stocked in the kitchen.  At least I have good taste, or at least this me.   

Your initial online search brought up articles and pictures of yourself, and even a few fan fictions that you were not going to attempt to read today.  After what felt like hours and 3 cups of coffee later, you had more information on yourself  and it was quite impressive. 

Apparently you were the next big thing in Hollywood, or so 1 source said, of course others said you were overrated, or lucky to be in the right place at the right time because your talent wasn’t much, you just got lucky. 

Well this is not what i had expected.   You wouldn’t call yourself a shy person, but not the center of the room attention seeker either.  Instead of just reading anonymous stories about yourself, you dug into your own social media and was pleasantly surprised to see that this version of you was still friends with the same people you had since you were a kid.  At least I’m not an asshole   

A quick shower and dressing in some of the most elegant loungewear you had ever seen, you kept looking through your personal items around the apartment.  

When you heard a knock at the door, you weren’t sure if you should open it or not, but with not much else going on you decided to take the risk.   Before your door was completely open a woman you have never seen before started giving orders to the people behind her. 

She smiled while you stared at her, and extended her hand “Hi, we are a smidge early, hope that’s ok”  Your only response was to nod and open the door wider as several trunks and bags were brought into your living room. 

The only thing you could think to do was stay out of their way as they worked.  Within minutes the room was covered with all sorts of items, from dresses and jackets, to pants and blouses, even shoes, jewelry and bags.  Feeling a bit overwhelmed you weren’t sure what you were supposed to be doing, and thankfully the mystery woman spoke up.

“So as promised everything we discussed is here.  I’ve also labeled everything for you, along with the chart that Claire asked for.   I’ve categorized the pieces based on the schedule she sent, but obviously if the schedule changes, then the outfit that day will too.  But most of the outfits deemed casual can still fall under the dressier category as long as you are using the coordinating accessories.” 

Nodding you looked at everything before smiling at her again.  “Claire mentioned she would be here but I guess she’s not here yet.   Is it ok if we try on the outfits for tomorrow while we wait on her?”  

“Yes, that works for me.” you weren’t sure what else to tell this lady.  Until your stomach growled loud enough for everyone in the room to hear and stop in their tracks.

“I haven’t eaten yet and was planning on ordering something. Are you guys hungry?” 

The woman laughed slightly, “you really are as nice as everyone says, I was hoping to not like you”  

“Well if that’s what you heard, I’ll do my best to live up to it”  while you were chatting a young man came up and handed you a garment bag and a shopping tote.  

“This is for tomorrow, the dress is for the show and the other outfit is to wear to the show”  The look of confusion on your face made him laugh before he pushed your toward your room to change. 

“Put it on and come out, we want to confirm the fit and we can alter where needed” 

The dress they had picked out was beautiful, and probably the most expensive thing you have ever seen, but it wasn’t your style at all.  It was elegant and sexy, two phrases that you would never use to describe yourself or how you dressed. 

However, once you put the dress on, you felt more elegant than you thought was possible.  Walking out of the room, back into the mingling of people working on rearranging the seating area to create a makeshift fashion show with a raised platform and everything. 

“Oh it looks wonderful, but go and step on the alterations pedestal and we will make it perfect!”  

I wonder if this is Claire, the voice sounds familiar   

“That is perfect, Molly you are a godsend.  This is exactly what we need.” 

ok, so wardrobe lady is Molly, got it

“Thank you Claire, that's what I do” she smiles and turns to me inspecting every inch of the dress.  There were now less people in the room, but it seemed like a lot more clothes, with everyone doing something and you, just standing there staring into the void. 

“So, what do you think? How does it feel?  You need to practice sitting before and after any alterations.”  

Turning you smiled “Um, Claire?” she just nodded,

“it’s a beautiful dress, I love it”  

“Of course you do, Molly is amazing.  Now let’s get the fitting finished, we need to make sure the rest of the month’s wardrobe is acceptable before we take a final look at the contract.   Then a once over on the schedule before tomorrow.” 

so Claire was definitely the wake up call, and she apparently is in charge of you, well the you in this life. 

“Ok, as long as I get a chance to eat, we are golden” you turn back to the guy from earlier who is meticulously pinning the side of the dress. 

Claire simply sighs and turns to her ipad, “you are acting like I don’t know you at all, food will be here any minute”  

The rest of the afternoon was a frantic change from one outfit to the next.   From what you could gather from the conversations being had as you simply nodded along, you were leaving next week for a 3 week promotional tour of your new film coming out. 

Apparently, Molly, the fashion stylist, was in charge of your wardrobe from head to toe and this was the drop off for you to pack before leaving town.  Once everyone ate, you were looking over the extensive variety of shoes, Molly was heading out, her work was done. 

“Remember, if there are pieces you want to keep, just let me know, otherwise I’ll be back in a month” she hugged you before leaving, and it didn’t feel as awkward as you would have expected.  

Now that only you and Claire were left, she started digging into her bag and discussing changes and updates that you weren’t sure you could follow.  

She finally turned to you when you hadn’t responded, “ok, I know, you need coffee.  How about I make it while you tell me about any changes you want to make to the contract” 

As she made her way into the kitchen, you couldn’t help but follow. 

“Well, um the contract is an extensive contract, but what sort of changes would I need to be making?” you asked, trying your best to sound like you had a clue as to what was going on. 

“Ugh, you didn’t read it?  I got you to finally agree to the PR relationship and you promised you would read the contract, provide feedback and changes.  I need to get it back to Dacre’s team yesterday”  she looked irritated, but handed you a beautiful cup of coffee, so how mad could she have really been?  

“Um, D- Dacre?  As in, Dacre M-Montgomery?  You want me to sign a contract for a fake PR relationship with Dacre Montgomery?”  you barely said above a whisper, but Claire heard you. 

“If you are still on the fence, I get it.  And I know you wanted to speak to him personally before finalizing but the earliest he’s available is the day after tomorrow.  I was hoping this would start during the press tour, you know, a few secret meet ups that the papz caught wind of.  I agree with you wholeheartedly, nothing like the crap Evans put out there, that was poorly executed, we are smarter than that” 

Your head was spinning by the time she finished talking.  What the hell kind of universe is this and how do I get to stay forever?

Clearing your throat to try and shake any nerves out, “yea, I’d like to meet him first, but if that’s not possible, I understand.   He seems way out of my league, so I’m not sure how many people would buy that we are really a couple” 

You hadn’t intended to sound so insecure, but this might have been the most anxiety inducing situation you have ever been in. 

“Oh, honey, are you kidding, this was his idea, I think you too would look great together.  And who knows, maybe the contract will end and you will fall madly in love with one another?” she giggled before moving on to have you sign the contract and get the ball in motion.  

“Ok, so here are the interview questions for The Tonight Show, they are pretty straight forward.  But I need you to really think about the story you tell, please keep it under control” 

Holy shit, I’m going to be interviewed by Jimmy Fallon?    

Before you could respond that feeling came over you again, you hadn’t even had the chance to warn Claire or live this glamorous life for an entire day before feeling the chill running through you and knowing you weren’t going to be able to get back here anytime soon. 

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