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blocking people who don’t agree with you is the greatest laugh i will ever have
I don’t spew hate, i make it a huge point NOT to be hateful, but i don’t mince words when I call you out on a thing that you say that is shitty. Mind you I don’t think the person is shitty, at least that isn’t what my argument is about, it’s about the thing you said which is a shitty thing to say and I will call you on it
anyways
blocking me because you don’t like that i disagree with you or actually pull up sources and shit to refute you, that shit is like the ultimate sign of ignorance and it makes me laugh that you can’t say anything but have to block me instead XD What do you do when you meet someone irl that disagrees with you, like you can’t just block someone irl when you’re face to face. Or do you just not meet anyone who disagrees with you and you are just so sheltered and unaware of the world?
have fun with your idiotic standpoints that literally everyone with a mind knows is bullshit because apparently we can all google better than you can and find better sources than you can
fyi, daily mail isn’t a source asshat, it’s a tabloid.
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if I don’t reblog this, assume I’m dead.
There’s no doubt in my mind he’d be able to wield it… easily, even.
I actually have a damn tear in my eye
In the next scene, Mr. Rogers uses Mjolnir to build a birdhouse. Thor helpfully passes him the nails.
lol people replying to my posts and then blocking me
you’re doing great sweetie, how about you find someone who gives a fuck :D
Came back to this blog after a few years to call out a dumb tumblr. It’s nice seeing my old posts tho!!
You wrote a post about Stan Lee and I think it would really be beneficial to do research on things before you post something like that because the sexual misconduct claims were actually an attempt to extort Lee and the headline claiming he is racist was taken out of context for what he actually said. Maybe you don’t like him and that’s fine but spreading false claims doesn’t do anything because the google search you suggest when asked for sources only goes to disprove your claims.
it was not “an attempt to extort lee”, that rumor was made up by his lawyer to try and defame the victims and there is absolutely ZERO evidence backing that.
it wasnt taken out of context. idc if he says “other spidermen can be black or lgbt but not peter parker”, thats STILL RACIST AND HOMOPHOBIC.
you should do your research lol
Lol the fact you’re telling me to do research is laughable because you’ve clearly done very little and only taken what supports your lucrative claims.
It’s not only based on the fact his lawyer said so. There was no police report made and there was no attempt at a lawsuit. They only went to the media because Stan Lee refused to pay them and then he still refused to pay them so they just stopped talking about it? Seems really legit.
He created Peter Parker, same as he created T’challa and every single Wakandan character and he wouldn’t want any of them to change! It’s only called racist because he created Peter as a white man and it’s only called Homophobic because he created him straight. But is it okay if he believes that Steve Rogers is a white bisexual man? Or that T’challa is a black pansexual man, which he might be? He created each of his characters differently, and he wants them to stay true to their original design and it’s not racist if they happen to be white and straight in that design.
Stop stomping on the grave of someone who actually used his platform and his voice to fight against racism.
But how is that bad tho? I don't see nothing wrong with Peter Parker being white. Of course there are POC and LGBT Spider-Man. Isn't that enough? He's racist and homophobic for not having POC or LGBT characters?
you missed the part where he sexually harassed multiple women?
and the problem isnt that peter parker is white and straight, the problem is that stan lee said NO ITERATION OF PETER PARKER SHOULD EVER BE NONWHITE OR NONSTRAIGHT. we have versions of peter parker where he is Literally Spiders, but there cant be versions of peter that arent white or straight?
First of all, the claims that the man was racist comes from this article https://www.theguardian.com/film/2015/jun/23/stan-lee-spider-man-should-stay-white-and-straight?CMP=share_btn_link
What he says is that when he created Peter Parker, he was straight and white. And obviously, as the character creator, he doesn’t think it should change. But that doesn’t mean he’s racist, he’s just attached to the character as he created them. He says if he had created him Latino, he should stay Latino but no, he was a white high schooler from New York. In the same vein, that would mean Stan Lee doesn’t want anything about Black Panther to change.
But it’s insulting to call this man racist specifically because he used his platform to specifically call out racism! Here’s a link with an article talking about just how he worked to do that: https://www.esquire.com/entertainment/movies/a25022397/stan-lee-marvel-racism-1968-essay/
Here’s another one!: https://www.businessinsider.com/stan-lee-death-racism-comics-heroes-x-men-2018-11?r=UK&IR=T
So no. Stan Lee was not racist. The Guardian just wanted people to click on their link.
Stan Lee spent a lifetime condemning racism and hatred, including via the heroes in his comic books.
"Bigotry and racism are among the deadliest social ills plaguing the world today."
Comic book icon backs endeavour to create more gay superheroes but says he agrees with Sony’s decision to keep web-slinger’s ethnicity a
[text] I'm sorry I've been away, love. I've been ill. Feeling better now though. -CB
Christopher lays curled up in his bed, having been overcome with doubts of their relationship, worrying that Cris had finally found someone better but the text helps a little bit
[text: love] Oh no, I’m glad you feel better darling![text: love] Would you like some chicken soup?
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Christopher smiles brightly at the agreement and lifts Cris’s hand to his lips for a light kiss. “I plan to, and of course Crispin..Cris is allowed to receive calls just so long as they are at a reasonable hour, and respectful of any plans he and I have. Thank you” he murmurs softly, waiting for Cris to lead him to the place the man had mentioned..med or something like that.
Cris squeezed Christopher’s hand in response and let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you again, M. It’s been a pleasure. If you and Eve ever want to come by for dinner, I would love to see you again.” It was strange to think he was walking out of the room as a civilian but for the first time in years, he was once more Crispin Boothroyd and not just Q.
“We just need to go to Medical. It’s on the fifth floor,” he grinned at Christopher as they left the office, feeling nearly giddy. “One of my friends works there. She’ll get us anything we need.”
Christopher smiles brightly and allows himself to be led away by his mate. He looks around with interest and tries to make sense of everything, “Finally free darling, you’re finally free and able to do as you please. And no more working until your sick” he smiles brightly, leaning over to kiss his cheek lightly, nearly as happy as Cris seemed to be
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Val could hear her, or at least the echo of her footsteps. He was surprised, having thought she would remain in her room. He looked down at the cat in his lap.
“A curious little thing, isn’t she?” He mused. Val stood and set the cat in the chair before going in search of her.
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Anastasia was currently standing at a window and peeking out, the grounds didn’t look half bad, it really was a spacious place. She glances around at the footsteps and smiles at seeing Val, “hello there” she smiles, “did I disturb you?” She asks worriedly.
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Val smiled and shook his head slightly. “Not at all.” He moved to stand beside her. He glanced out the window. A small part of the gardens was visible.
“Would you like to go outside?”
“Yes please” she says softly with a shy smile, ignoring the strange feeling in her throat. Would it ever really go away completely? She is half afraid to ask but she could never be scared of Val. He had saved her life, he wouldn’t hurt her. “Val, will I ever properly be not hungry...or thirsty I should probably say?”
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“That’s adorable.” He felt her leg slide further up and widened his legs ever so slightly, still acting like nothing was happening beneath the tablecloth, “I don’t really remember learning all that stuff when I was in grade school, nowadays it just feels like a natural thing that I always knew.” He smiled them let out a chuckle, “Actually, the only thing I really remember was all the arguments I started with my teachers. When I was in fourth grade I tried to convince my teacher that adding two odd numbers together will always make an odd number. It got to the point where she called me an idiot and sent me to the principal’s office. After that year she transferred to another school.”
“You always had that arguing streak didn’t you? Now I can see why you’re a lawyer” she chuckles, her foot setting comfortably against his crotch, looking at him with an innocent smile, “no body remembers grade school unless the teacher is memorable” she murmurs, acting as if her toes were not stroking over his length at this very moment.
“Well-” he fell silent for a moment when her toes starting caressing him through his pants. He gave a soft chuckle, “everyone has to start somewhere. It just so happens I started by terrorizing my teachers.” Their waiter can with their drinks, took their orders, and then they were alone again. Loki shifted in his chair, making it a little easier for her to tease him, “When did you know you wanted to teach?”
She smirks almost imperceptibly when he makes it easier to tease him. She doesn’t stop her slow teasing as she speaks, her eyes gazing at him to see if she could crack that cool and collected demeanor. “I loved working with kids, ever since i was a young girl. I went through some...rough times but now at least I can say that I’ve become the teacher I’ve always dreamed of being” she smiles faintly, her other foot coming to stroke his calf lightly.
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He had not seen her for two months. The yearning and pining for his lover was greater than usual, to a point he was thinking about marriage more prominently, just in case he returned back to find she was hooked up with another fella, a fella whose job didn’t mean he had to go on tours around the world. A fella with an office job, a fella who could be with her in a stable way. Frank Sinatra was not that fella.
He had been on tour for two months, travelling around the world and singing to different audiences, that by the time he was finally on the way home to see Ana, he was more excited than ever. He was bouncing on his toes. When the private plane landed, he had agreed to meet her just as he would come off and enter firm American soil again.
Unfortunately, being a rather cold January, it seemed the weather also was bringing on a storm. It was raining violently, and the wind was whistling like a blizzard. His coat was buttoned up, long black trench coat, and his fedora on his head, with his bright blue eyes peeking out for the sight of her as he walked down the steps onto the runway. Then he saw her. His dame. He couldn’t have cared less at that moment. He went to her at such speed, and didn’t even greet her with a _hello _at first, but instead dropped his bags by their feet, and embraced her for a kiss in the rain. He sure had missed this broad.
Frank nodded his head, making sounds of agreement during being partially distracted by looking at other women. It wasn’t that he would flirt with them…well, a lie, he would. If they noticed him, he winked and gave a charming smile. Unfortunately he just could not help himself. “Yeah wristbands, sure.” He said with a sort of carefree tone, as if he were only half-listening. His head turning now and then to look at the legs of some girls, until he’d feel the weight attached to his own hand reminding him he was in the presence of his fiance; “Bumper cars? S’sounds fine by me. You can get in ya own car though, baby - I wanna ram!”
She glances at him when she noticed his voice seemed to say he wasn’t paying attention, noticing his wandering eyes. She feels her heart twist to know her fiancée was looking at other women when she was here right next to him. If he looked when she was in front of him what did he do when he was on tour for two months far away from him. She glances to him again as they wait in line and sees him wink at one of them. She slowly pulls her hand away, looking down at the grass as she struggles not to be annoyed. She was literally right here..why would he flirt with other women when she was right here?
When he felt his hand be let go of, his head turned looking around at his fiance looking down at the grass. She had not answered him either which made him think perhaps he had done something wrong (much to his naivety…or perhaps even stupidity). “Hey, why y’takin’ y’hand away huh? I need it to hold otherwise mine gets lonely.” Frank tried to joke a bit, not seemingly acknowledging her mood first of all as he seems to soon stop the smirk on his face, causing it to disappear as he frowns a little; “Baby, you alright?”
“If your hand gets lonely maybe one of them women you’ve winked at can make it feel less lonely” she says quietly, still not looking at him. She loved him deeply but they had never gone out together like this except for dinner and that kind of thing, she wondered if he had done this then too. “I’m right here Frankie, I can see you lookin’ at those other broads” she whispers, trying to keep from making a scene.
Frank hears her whispered words. He knows he must have upset her and clears his throat. He can feel a mixture of emotions boiling up in him and he is not even quite sure as to whether or not his mood would come out foul or pleasant. For the meanwhile…it seemed pleasantly understanding. “Baby, I didn’t mean nothin’ by it…y’the only gal for me, you know that.” Frank tells her in a quiet voice to make sure no one could hear their little discussion. He didn’t want a scene to be made. He did not want to start arguing with her here. “Come on, darling…I only got eyes for you, let’s jus’ forget ‘bout it, ‘n have a good time.”
She glances up at him and her eyes are filled with several emotions, mostly hurt that he had been staring at other girls. She nods silently, taking a moment before she speaks again, “okay Frankie,” she mumbles just before they become next in line at the counter. She holds out her wrist and the wrist band is placed on it before they walk away in the direction of the rides. The other women were still looking, either smiling prettily at Frankie or glaring angrily at her. And at this moment, Anastasia didn’t have the courage to stare them down because she worried Frankie might wink at them or might already. “Where do you wanna go first?”
Frank allowed himself to pay for their wristbands before he is walking towards the rides with her, he puts an arm around her shoulders, partly wary that she may just shove him off; “Bumper cars, baby. That was the agreement, weren’t it?” He hums as he kisses her cheek softly; “Plus it might give ya a chance t’knock me a bit for bein’ a fool ‘n lookin’ at broads. Sounds like a good punishment, eh?”
She smiles faintly and looks up at him shyly, “it does, loser has to give the winner a kiss?” She asks softly, leaning gently into his touch. She was still happy to have a day to spend with Frankie, even if other people gawked. It didn’t matter if others gawked she just didn’t want Frankie to gawk right back.
“Sounds good to me, baby.” Frank hummed as he looked towards her, leaning down to kiss her forehead softly in a loving manner. He absolutely adored her. He let himself walk with her towards the bumper cars, his arm around her as he held her close - he wanted everyone to know she was his and he was hers. “Sounds like there ain’t no real losers.”
She smiles widely as he holds her closer still, “I dunno, maybe you’ll have to catch me if you lose” she giggles, leaning up to give him a kiss on the cheek. “The guy in charge usually declares a winner so we won’t have to worry about figuring it out” she murmurs as they get in line for the bumper car ride.
“Christ, well prepare to lose baby!” Frank said, standing in line with her. It was only a matter of time before the crooner and his girl was allowed to get into their own bumper cars. He grinned, stealing one last kiss from his fiance before he positioned himself.
She smiles and returns his kiss before choosing a purple car to settle into. The game is fun and she tries to hit Frank as many times as she can, hurrying to get away as well when she sees him coming. She can’t stop laughing and she blows Frank kisses every time she hits him
After a few minutes of laughing, bumping into one another in their cars, him only bumping into her a few times, it is not long at all before he finds himself to find the car to stop as their time came to an end. He seems to give a little smack on the wheel in playful discontent. “Goddamn!”
The man in charge of the game smiles at everyone and declares the ‘lovely brunette girl in the sundress as the winner’ to which Anastasia curtsies and smiles at Frank, taking a step back as he comes toward her, “you’re gonna have to catch me baby before you give me my kiss” she giggles, hurrying away from the game into the crowds.
“Goddamnit, Ana!” He playfully declares as he watches her rushing off into the crowd. He permits himself to rush off in her direction, running after her in order to try to grab her - to pull her back to him. He grins, laughing as he rushes after her, soon grabbing her by her waist when he catches up and pulling her back into his chest; “You can’t get away for long, baby!”
She laughs breathlessly as she hugs him, looking up at him with shining eyes, “I don’t want to get away for long” she murmurs, resting her cheek on his chest and sighing. “I love you Frankie” she mumbles, barely heard over the noise of the crowd around them both.
He smirks, smiling at her lovingly as he hears her laughter. How gorgeous she is and beautiful. “I love you too, Ana.” He informs her as he finds himself to lean down, pressing his lips against hers in a firm but tender manner of his absolute affection. He absolutely adores her. He loves her.
She rests a hand on his cheek and kisses him gently, pressing closer to him before pulling away with a sigh, fully aware that women were glaring at her venomously at all angles. She doesn’t care though, Frankie was hers and she knew she overreacted before. “Let’s go on the Ferris wheel babe, I wanna see how much of the city I can see from the top” she giggles.
He comprehends that he is absolutely in adoration of her, kissing her and his bright eyes only on her. He does not even notice the women glaring at her and swooning over him. “Alright darlin’, maybe we’ll be able t’see the whole of the city, even spot our house, hm?” Frank hums as he looks towards her, soon kissing her once more before he is walking with her towards the ferris wheel.
She smiles and looks up at the huge ride, she never understood how anything like this could be safe, trying not to think about it too much. She waits patiently in line and tried to imagine what it would he like to be high as a bird. “I haven’t been to a carnival in years” she admits.
“Neither ‘ave I baby. Imagine if we got trapped up there!” Frank declared, gesturing to the top of the ferris wheel. He didn’t know what she was thinking or even if she were nervous about it, but at least they would be in a little cart for just the two of them - at least that would make being trapped a little more…lighthearted.
“I’m sure we won’t get stuck” she says reassuringly, squeezing his hand as they are beckoned forward and shown into a little cart. She sits and leans against Frankie as they wait for it to move. It would be so quiet up there which would be a nice contrast to the noise of the crowd.
Frank gets into the cart with her, his arm going around her automatically, around her shoulders to hold her close to his suited chest. He liked having the woman near to him, he was absolutely in adoration of her - absolutely smitten and besotted with her. In love. He couldn’t wait to announce their engagement - to have a wedding. “Say, what sorta weddin’ d’you want?” He asked as the cart started moving. “I mean, are y’hoping for a big weddin’?”
"Every girl wants a bid wedding silly and I do have a lot of people I want to invite" she admits softly, laying her head on his chest and embracing him. "Can it be an outdoor wedding baby? Maybe in a park?"
Zoe wakes up earlier than usual and sits up in bed with a wide smile. Today was the day she would officially sign her contract to become a Medical Examiner next to Henry. She knew it wasn't a ceremony but she was looking forward to it immensely. She gets out of bed slowly to go to the wardrobe to pick out a dress.
Henry stirs when he feels the mattress move. “Up already, love?” he asks, watching her from across the room. He can feel her excitement; he’s excited too. He’s glad she’s gotten this far, she’ll make a wonderful M E.
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“His name is Romeo?” she asks as she sucks on the spoon, humming happily at the sweetness. She holds out the spoon with a pout when she begins to taste metal, “more pwease?” she says softly, hoping he would say yes
“Just a little…And then you can try it on the pancakes, all right?” He pours a little more on the spoon for her. He adds some chocolate chips to the pancake on the griddle before flipping it, waiting for the other side to brown up. “Here we go…Let me know what you think, sweetheart.” he says, spreading it with butter, and dousing it with syrup. “Do you think Miss Zoe will like them?”
Jessie takes the fork and knife and figures them out after a moment and cuts a piece to munch on. She smiles widely and nods, "yes yes she will like dem they are so yummy!! And the..the syrup is sticky!" She giggles
"I'm so excited to start interning!" Zoe giggles, sitting up in bed and looking at the time, "What time should we leave, what should I wear?" she asks eagerly, almost bouncing in her spot.
Henry grins, feeling the mattress move when she bounces. “When I normally leave, in about an hour, and don’t wear anything you wouldn’t want to get blood on…” he says.
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“Well that depends, what do you think we should get for Lucas?” she asks curiously, looking into shop windows as she passes them
“He’s always talking about how someone’s stealing his coffee cups and travel mugs…Maybe a novelty one? Star Wars maybe? He’s always trying to get me to watch it…”
“Oh yes he would love that! Maybe even a graphic novel or two? They have a book store here” she suggests, glancing around to see if it was nearby
“I’m sure we can find one…I also saw him with a snack he likes, it’s called Pocky, I don’t know what’s in it, but he seemed to enjoy it…” Henry adds.
"That sounds great, why don't we divide and conquer, you get the snack and the traveling mug and I'll go get the graphic novels. We can meet back here in a half hour maybe? Or forty-five minutes?"
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He had not seen her for two months. The yearning and pining for his lover was greater than usual, to a point he was thinking about marriage more prominently, just in case he returned back to find she was hooked up with another fella, a fella whose job didn’t mean he had to go on tours around the world. A fella with an office job, a fella who could be with her in a stable way. Frank Sinatra was not that fella.
He had been on tour for two months, travelling around the world and singing to different audiences, that by the time he was finally on the way home to see Ana, he was more excited than ever. He was bouncing on his toes. When the private plane landed, he had agreed to meet her just as he would come off and enter firm American soil again.
Unfortunately, being a rather cold January, it seemed the weather also was bringing on a storm. It was raining violently, and the wind was whistling like a blizzard. His coat was buttoned up, long black trench coat, and his fedora on his head, with his bright blue eyes peeking out for the sight of her as he walked down the steps onto the runway. Then he saw her. His dame. He couldn’t have cared less at that moment. He went to her at such speed, and didn’t even greet her with a _hello _at first, but instead dropped his bags by their feet, and embraced her for a kiss in the rain. He sure had missed this broad.
Frank nodded his head, making sounds of agreement during being partially distracted by looking at other women. It wasn’t that he would flirt with them…well, a lie, he would. If they noticed him, he winked and gave a charming smile. Unfortunately he just could not help himself. “Yeah wristbands, sure.” He said with a sort of carefree tone, as if he were only half-listening. His head turning now and then to look at the legs of some girls, until he’d feel the weight attached to his own hand reminding him he was in the presence of his fiance; “Bumper cars? S’sounds fine by me. You can get in ya own car though, baby - I wanna ram!”
She glances at him when she noticed his voice seemed to say he wasn’t paying attention, noticing his wandering eyes. She feels her heart twist to know her fiancée was looking at other women when she was here right next to him. If he looked when she was in front of him what did he do when he was on tour for two months far away from him. She glances to him again as they wait in line and sees him wink at one of them. She slowly pulls her hand away, looking down at the grass as she struggles not to be annoyed. She was literally right here..why would he flirt with other women when she was right here?
When he felt his hand be let go of, his head turned looking around at his fiance looking down at the grass. She had not answered him either which made him think perhaps he had done something wrong (much to his naivety…or perhaps even stupidity). “Hey, why y’takin’ y’hand away huh? I need it to hold otherwise mine gets lonely.” Frank tried to joke a bit, not seemingly acknowledging her mood first of all as he seems to soon stop the smirk on his face, causing it to disappear as he frowns a little; “Baby, you alright?”
“If your hand gets lonely maybe one of them women you’ve winked at can make it feel less lonely” she says quietly, still not looking at him. She loved him deeply but they had never gone out together like this except for dinner and that kind of thing, she wondered if he had done this then too. “I’m right here Frankie, I can see you lookin’ at those other broads” she whispers, trying to keep from making a scene.
Frank hears her whispered words. He knows he must have upset her and clears his throat. He can feel a mixture of emotions boiling up in him and he is not even quite sure as to whether or not his mood would come out foul or pleasant. For the meanwhile…it seemed pleasantly understanding. “Baby, I didn’t mean nothin’ by it…y’the only gal for me, you know that.” Frank tells her in a quiet voice to make sure no one could hear their little discussion. He didn’t want a scene to be made. He did not want to start arguing with her here. “Come on, darling…I only got eyes for you, let’s jus’ forget ‘bout it, ‘n have a good time.”
She glances up at him and her eyes are filled with several emotions, mostly hurt that he had been staring at other girls. She nods silently, taking a moment before she speaks again, “okay Frankie,” she mumbles just before they become next in line at the counter. She holds out her wrist and the wrist band is placed on it before they walk away in the direction of the rides. The other women were still looking, either smiling prettily at Frankie or glaring angrily at her. And at this moment, Anastasia didn’t have the courage to stare them down because she worried Frankie might wink at them or might already. “Where do you wanna go first?”
Frank allowed himself to pay for their wristbands before he is walking towards the rides with her, he puts an arm around her shoulders, partly wary that she may just shove him off; “Bumper cars, baby. That was the agreement, weren’t it?” He hums as he kisses her cheek softly; “Plus it might give ya a chance t’knock me a bit for bein’ a fool ‘n lookin’ at broads. Sounds like a good punishment, eh?”
She smiles faintly and looks up at him shyly, “it does, loser has to give the winner a kiss?” She asks softly, leaning gently into his touch. She was still happy to have a day to spend with Frankie, even if other people gawked. It didn’t matter if others gawked she just didn’t want Frankie to gawk right back.
“Sounds good to me, baby.” Frank hummed as he looked towards her, leaning down to kiss her forehead softly in a loving manner. He absolutely adored her. He let himself walk with her towards the bumper cars, his arm around her as he held her close - he wanted everyone to know she was his and he was hers. “Sounds like there ain’t no real losers.”
She smiles widely as he holds her closer still, “I dunno, maybe you’ll have to catch me if you lose” she giggles, leaning up to give him a kiss on the cheek. “The guy in charge usually declares a winner so we won’t have to worry about figuring it out” she murmurs as they get in line for the bumper car ride.
“Christ, well prepare to lose baby!” Frank said, standing in line with her. It was only a matter of time before the crooner and his girl was allowed to get into their own bumper cars. He grinned, stealing one last kiss from his fiance before he positioned himself.
She smiles and returns his kiss before choosing a purple car to settle into. The game is fun and she tries to hit Frank as many times as she can, hurrying to get away as well when she sees him coming. She can’t stop laughing and she blows Frank kisses every time she hits him
After a few minutes of laughing, bumping into one another in their cars, him only bumping into her a few times, it is not long at all before he finds himself to find the car to stop as their time came to an end. He seems to give a little smack on the wheel in playful discontent. “Goddamn!”
The man in charge of the game smiles at everyone and declares the ‘lovely brunette girl in the sundress as the winner’ to which Anastasia curtsies and smiles at Frank, taking a step back as he comes toward her, “you’re gonna have to catch me baby before you give me my kiss” she giggles, hurrying away from the game into the crowds.
“Goddamnit, Ana!” He playfully declares as he watches her rushing off into the crowd. He permits himself to rush off in her direction, running after her in order to try to grab her - to pull her back to him. He grins, laughing as he rushes after her, soon grabbing her by her waist when he catches up and pulling her back into his chest; “You can’t get away for long, baby!”
She laughs breathlessly as she hugs him, looking up at him with shining eyes, “I don’t want to get away for long” she murmurs, resting her cheek on his chest and sighing. “I love you Frankie” she mumbles, barely heard over the noise of the crowd around them both.
He smirks, smiling at her lovingly as he hears her laughter. How gorgeous she is and beautiful. “I love you too, Ana.” He informs her as he finds himself to lean down, pressing his lips against hers in a firm but tender manner of his absolute affection. He absolutely adores her. He loves her.
She rests a hand on his cheek and kisses him gently, pressing closer to him before pulling away with a sigh, fully aware that women were glaring at her venomously at all angles. She doesn’t care though, Frankie was hers and she knew she overreacted before. “Let’s go on the Ferris wheel babe, I wanna see how much of the city I can see from the top” she giggles.
He comprehends that he is absolutely in adoration of her, kissing her and his bright eyes only on her. He does not even notice the women glaring at her and swooning over him. “Alright darlin’, maybe we’ll be able t’see the whole of the city, even spot our house, hm?” Frank hums as he looks towards her, soon kissing her once more before he is walking with her towards the ferris wheel.
She smiles and looks up at the huge ride, she never understood how anything like this could be safe, trying not to think about it too much. She waits patiently in line and tried to imagine what it would he like to be high as a bird. “I haven’t been to a carnival in years” she admits.
“Neither ‘ave I baby. Imagine if we got trapped up there!” Frank declared, gesturing to the top of the ferris wheel. He didn’t know what she was thinking or even if she were nervous about it, but at least they would be in a little cart for just the two of them - at least that would make being trapped a little more…lighthearted.
"I'm sure we won't get stuck" she says reassuringly, squeezing his hand as they are beckoned forward and shown into a little cart. She sits and leans against Frankie as they wait for it to move. It would be so quiet up there which would be a nice contrast to the noise of the crowd.
"I'm so excited to start interning!" Zoe giggles, sitting up in bed and looking at the time, "What time should we leave, what should I wear?" she asks eagerly, almost bouncing in her spot.
Henry grins, feeling the mattress move when she bounces. “When I normally leave, in about an hour, and don’t wear anything you wouldn’t want to get blood on…” he says.
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She appreciates that he is willing to try and make her feel better, even though she isn’t the one who should need comforting right now. She laughs weakly and wipes her eyes with the back of her hand, “I don’t know why I’m being like this..I’m not sure why I’m so upset” she mumbles, squeezing his hand gently.
“It’s all right.” He grins, laughing a little. “I appreciate that you have such sympathy, I just don’t want you to dwell on it. I’m not out to get everyone’s pity…”
“I know you aren’t Henry, you’re not that type of man” she smiles and squeezes his hand gently before finishing up her breakfast. “I just hate to think of you being hurt at all” she admits.
“I’ll be all right, eventually.” he says. “Just don’t fret.” He cleans his plate as well, before getting ready to go pay the check.
That eventually worries her, she doesn’t want him to be hurting but she knows there isn’t anything that she can do about it. She follows him out of the restaurant and loops her arm through his slowly. “So darling, what should I get you for Christmas?” She asks with a faint smile
“That’s a dangerous question…I honestly can think of nothing, you yourself are such a gift to me. Though if I was forced to ask, I did lose a rather nice scarf a few weeks ago last time I ended up in the river…”
“If you’re getting me something than I must insist on doing the same” she says softly before she lights up at his words, deciding to keep an eye out for a unique scarf. She hoped to find one with only two days left for Christmas, but she had faith. She would find the best scarf she could for Henry.
“Very well…As it is our first Christmas as a couple, we should both just start small, I think.” he says, smiling. They leave the restaurant and go through the mall, pausing as they pass the pet shop.
She smiles faintly and rests her head on his shoulder for a moment as they walk, enjoying his company. When they pause outside the pet shop, she tugs his arm gently, “please can we look inside Henry?” She asks with her best attempt at puppy dog eyes.
“I suppose…” He relents, and holds the door for her. They’re met with a chorus of yelps, squeaks, squawks, and mews. “Here we are, what are you looking for here?”
She hardly hears him, kneeling beside the cage of kitten, “oh Henry, look at all of them, they’re all so adorable!” She whispers, pressing a hand to the glass and smiling as several kittens jump up to try and bat it away. “Oh can we pet them? Please Henry?” She pleads.
“Yes, of course…” Henry reaches into the kitten’s cage, and one of them climbs up his arm and perches onto his shoulder. “Goodness, energetic little fellow, isn’t he?”
Zoe smiles widely and stands up slowly to take the kitty from her, “aw he is the most adorable kitten” she whispers, cuddling him to her chest and cooing. “Oh Henry isn’t he gorgeous?”
“Yes, quite a handsome little fuzz ball.” he says affectionately, scratching the kitten’s jaw. He’s a grey tabby, with the deepest blue eyes either of them have ever seen.
Zoe is immediately in love with the kitten, but then there’s another kitty that has its two front legs up on the glass so that he is on two legs and boosted above the others. Zoe gasps and gently placed the kitten down to pick up the new one. He has one blue eye and one green eyes and is a mix of black and grey and he’s even smaller than the other one, younger. “Oh Henry” she whispers, turning to him to cuddle the kitten between them, “oh he is precious”
Henry smiled. “Heterochromia…” he smiles, noting the eyes. “What would you name him?” he asks after a second.
She thinks for a moment as she pets the creature’s head gently and studies him. “I think I would name him Romeo, he stole my heart” she murmurs with a faint giggle, “what do you think?”
“Handsome little chap, I can see why.” Henry smiles. “We’ll see.” he says, kissing her cheek and gracing the kitten with another couple scratches behind the ears.
She can feel herself begin to get attached to the animal and needs to put him down before she falls completely in love with him. She takes a slow breath and ignores the sadness that they couldn't just whisk him away home this very instant. "Let's get going darling" she says gently, "before everything we want to buy is out of stock"
Zoe wakes up earlier than usual and sits up in bed with a wide smile. Today was the day she would officially sign her contract to become a Medical Examiner next to Henry. She knew it wasn't a ceremony but she was looking forward to it immensely. She gets out of bed slowly to go to the wardrobe to pick out a dress.
Henry stirs when he feels the mattress move. “Up already, love?” he asks, watching her from across the room. He can feel her excitement; he’s excited too. He’s glad she’s gotten this far, she’ll make a wonderful M E.
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Jessie slowly calms down as he sings and sniffles softly when he’s done, standing in his lap to hug him gently around his neck, “tank ‘oo” she mumbles, wiping her eyes sleepily, but she didn’t want them to leave her again. “Do I hafta sleep all by myself?”
“No, no, you can come with me and Miss Zoe, and you can sleep between us for a night or so…” Henry says, hugging her. He picks her up, letting her lay her head on his shoulder as they go downstairs. He hopes Zoe doesn’t mind, but he needs this just as much as Jessie needs the comfort.
Zoe was about to suggest the same thing when Henry does it himself. She smiles faintly and picks up Romeo, who was watching with alarm at all the humans and trying to sniff out what was wrong. When they walk to the bedroom, Jessie holds tight to him and sucks her thumb in a habit that was yet to be broken, knowing she was safe when he and Miss Zoe was around. Zoe turns down the bedcovers again so Jessie can be laid between them and gets under the sheets on her side. Romeo jumps onto the bed as well and curls up beside the little girl, which makes Jessie smile as she gently pets the creature.
Henry tucks Jessie in and watches her fall asleep, rubbing her back gently. “Sleep well, little one.” he says, before closing his eyes.
Zoe curls up beside Jessie and rests an arm over her so that her hand rested on Henry’s side. They sleep like that all cuddled together and warm Jessie is the first to wake up, sitting up in bed and petting a very content Romeo, happy to just sit between the two adults that she viewed as Angels
Henry wakes up hearing Jessie talking quietly to the cat. Slowly, he reaches over, and lightly tickles her bare toes under the blankets.
Jessie giggles softly, pulling her legs to her chest as she lifts Romeo to avoid being squished with her knees. “Henwy!!” She squeals and tries to quiet her laughter, “shhhhhh! Zoe is sweeping!!!” She whisper-yells
Henry holds a finger to his lips, nodding. “Let’s go make her some breakfast, then, we can surprise her and bring it in here for her…What do you think?” he suggests.
She nods eagerly, “yes I wike that idea!” She giggles, squeezing Romeo a little tight and the cat meows indignantly and Jessie apologizes softly, trying to keep him from running away.
“Let him go, he’ll forgive you when you give him his breakfast.” Henry mutters, sitting up and picking Jessie up in his arms. “What’s your favorite breakfast?” he asks, setting Jessie on the counter so she’ll be able to help him.
She pouts as she lets go of the kitten, who scampers away immediately. She sits in the counter and kicks her legs as she thinks, “I wike…cereal? Can I have some?” She asks eagerly
“If you’d like, but I was thinking of making pancakes, and bacon. Would you like that instead?” Henry offers, setting out a couple glasses of orange juice, one for him and one for her.
Jessie immediately begins sipping on her juice, "i never had pancakes before" she says softly, "are they yummy? Can I watch you make dem?"
Zoe wakes up earlier than usual and sits up in bed with a wide smile. Today was the day she would officially sign her contract to become a Medical Examiner next to Henry. She knew it wasn't a ceremony but she was looking forward to it immensely. She gets out of bed slowly to go to the wardrobe to pick out a dress.
Henry stirs when he feels the mattress move. “Up already, love?” he asks, watching her from across the room. He can feel her excitement; he’s excited too. He’s glad she’s gotten this far, she’ll make a wonderful M E.
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Jessie slowly calms down as he sings and sniffles softly when he’s done, standing in his lap to hug him gently around his neck, “tank ‘oo” she mumbles, wiping her eyes sleepily, but she didn’t want them to leave her again. “Do I hafta sleep all by myself?”
“No, no, you can come with me and Miss Zoe, and you can sleep between us for a night or so…” Henry says, hugging her. He picks her up, letting her lay her head on his shoulder as they go downstairs. He hopes Zoe doesn’t mind, but he needs this just as much as Jessie needs the comfort.
Zoe was about to suggest the same thing when Henry does it himself. She smiles faintly and picks up Romeo, who was watching with alarm at all the humans and trying to sniff out what was wrong. When they walk to the bedroom, Jessie holds tight to him and sucks her thumb in a habit that was yet to be broken, knowing she was safe when he and Miss Zoe was around. Zoe turns down the bedcovers again so Jessie can be laid between them and gets under the sheets on her side. Romeo jumps onto the bed as well and curls up beside the little girl, which makes Jessie smile as she gently pets the creature.
Henry tucks Jessie in and watches her fall asleep, rubbing her back gently. “Sleep well, little one.” he says, before closing his eyes.
Zoe curls up beside Jessie and rests an arm over her so that her hand rested on Henry’s side. They sleep like that all cuddled together and warm Jessie is the first to wake up, sitting up in bed and petting a very content Romeo, happy to just sit between the two adults that she viewed as Angels
Henry wakes up hearing Jessie talking quietly to the cat. Slowly, he reaches over, and lightly tickles her bare toes under the blankets.
Jessie giggles softly, pulling her legs to her chest as she lifts Romeo to avoid being squished with her knees. “Henwy!!” She squeals and tries to quiet her laughter, “shhhhhh! Zoe is sweeping!!!” She whisper-yells
Henry holds a finger to his lips, nodding. “Let’s go make her some breakfast, then, we can surprise her and bring it in here for her…What do you think?” he suggests.
She nods eagerly, “yes I wike that idea!” She giggles, squeezing Romeo a little tight and the cat meows indignantly and Jessie apologizes softly, trying to keep him from running away.
“Let him go, he’ll forgive you when you give him his breakfast.” Henry mutters, sitting up and picking Jessie up in his arms. “What’s your favorite breakfast?” he asks, setting Jessie on the counter so she’ll be able to help him.
She pouts as she lets go of the kitten, who scampers away immediately. She sits in the counter and kicks her legs as she thinks, "I wike...cereal? Can I have some?" She asks eagerly