People are so weird about weight gain from medication. Like god fucking forbid your quality of life objectively improve if it comes at the cost of the thin ideal.
Ok but as someone who is objectively in pain all the time now from the Prednisone that has made me put on a cumulative 150 lb over the years, yeah... Sometimes we don't think of this as our real bodies and don't WANT to think of it as our real bodies.
I still look in the mirror and don't recognize myself half the time. Sometimes it has nothing to do with fatphobia.
Thinking of writing Lockwood x Ghost Hunt crossover fic that will not leave me alone, so sharing a scene to gauge any interest. Let me know <3. (Truly, if you've seen one, you've got the gist of both so you need not have seen/read both)
Naru’s blood froze. No no no no. “A picture,” he deadpanned, as though Lockwood was a small child.
“Oh yes, I can see that. Of a beautiful woman. Who is it?”
“No one of consequence.”
Lockwood saw Naru’s impassive facade break ever so slightly and took his chance. “Then you won’t mind if I take this picture and show it to George? I -”
“Put. It. Down.” The pictures on the wall began to rattle ever so slightly and Lockwood could feel the charged air as Naru tried to clamp down on his emotions. A muscle in his eyebrow twitched and he began taking more frequent breaths to keep himself contained - both moves he knew Lockwood clocked immediately.
“Why does it matter?”
“Because, Naru, everything I ‘know’ about you is a lie. You say you’re from Japan - raised by British parents yeah yeah,” he said in response to the protest already forming on Naru’s lips, “but you take your tea like only someone raised in patria* would.”
Images of Mai bringing him tea flashed through his mind and he ached for what he missed. He would never let Lockwood know that the only tea that satisfied him now was hers. But he would also never admit that he did vastly prefer British tea over Japanese tea in general.
“Further, I know Kazuya Shibuya isn’t your real name - but that secret has always been safe with me. I also know your psychic abilities are far greater than you let on, but I’m fine with you always being in 3rd to me and -” Lockwood cut himself off before the word Lucy fell off his lips out of habit.
He had been doing so well.
This time it was Naru’s turn. “You and who, Lockwood?”
“Not important. Slip of the tongue really - I meant 2nd. 2nd to me. What is important is that I know this stoic facade of yours is just that - a facade. You’re hiding something, and this picture is only part of it. All I’m asking for is a name. Just give me a name and I’ll put it down and never bring it up again.”
Naru thought for a moment, unsure if he was ready to say her name again. He hadn’t since his plane lifted off from Japanese soil.
“Mai.”
*patria = fatherland (England, in this case) because you can't tell me these two wouldn't casually speak Latin.
Starting to think a cooler headcanon for Clark’s upbringing might just be that the entire town of Smallville collectively decided to just go with it and accept that Martha and John's kid has superpowers, but we don't talk about it.
Someone's tractor gets stuck and nothing can get it out? "Be a dear and run down to the Kents, would you? Ask for Clark?"
"Why Clark, we need a machine--"
"Run along now."
Or if he kicks too hard and the football vanishes into the upper stratosphere, no it didn't, we all collectively saw it land over there *vague hand movements*
I also like how this can mirror Bruce; Batman only lets a small handful of people in on his hero identity, but most of Gotham has no idea who he is... meanwhile, more than half of Smallville knows about the Kent boy, and they just keep quiet around a few folks they don't trust
When Superman starts showing up on the news all of smallville collectively smile and go and congratulate the Kent’s “you know Martha I just knew that boy of your’s would grow ta some good,” they have a potluck whenever he wins some big fight and are all holding their breath when he get hurt, also every single person in smallville will curse out Lex Luther on a whim,
Look, despite what some people might think, country folk aint stupid. Simple sometimes, sure, but not stupid. So when three events happened in quick succession, it wasn't hard to connect the dots.
First, there was the shooting star. Meteor. Meteorite. "That green blaze of light that went cross the sky screaming like a banshee's flute". Whatever you're going to call it. Anyone who was up at the time saw it. But nobody heard any sound of it hitting ground. And with all the fuss it was making, you'd figured you would. Everyone would've just figured it burnt itself up while stretching through the sky. Except.
Second, there were the very clean, well-groomed men in their suits and their near-identical close-cut haircuts who showed up within a few days. On their own or in pairs, just asking around in that sort of way that super serious people who are trying to be casual for the first time think is casual. Asking about if anything 'strange' had happened. Asking if anyone had talked about 'finding something'. Asking if anyone, or anything 'new' had shown up.
Aside from them, of course.
And despite what some people might think, patriotism and trust in government officials do not always go hand in hand. So everyone was degrees of blandly pleasant and polite to the men who were certainly not from the government and gave friendly non-answers before hurrying behind closed doors to gossip and compare notes and try to figure out exactly what they were all on about.
Third, the Kents had a baby. Martha was a skinny twig of a woman back then and certainly hadn't been anything but a skinny twig of a woman just the week before. And though the hair matched Johnathan's just dandy and the skin-tone was a perfect match for Martha, neither of them nor their kin ever had eyes of that perfect piercing blue.
It was an absolute delight of a baby, though. Martha and Johnathan were good people. However it was they'd gotten whatever it was they were calling their son, they'd manage it right. You could trust them with that sort of thing. You certainly couldn't trust some federal agency of serious be-suited men with identical haircuts and stiff awkward ways. Eventually, those men gave up finding whatever it was they were after and everyone breathed a sigh of relief and got on with their lives.
I mean, yes, the Kents were raising some sort of secret space baby, but aside from the initial flurry of community-wide confirmation of the fact, it really wasn't the sort of thing worthy of gossiping about. The McConnals had that daughter they'd brought home from Vietnam and it was mostly agreed that gossiping about that was poor manners, so why should the Kents' boy should be any different?
Then that was that, at least for a handful of years, till the Kent boy started attending school. He was a sweet kid, a kind kid. The Kents were raising up a good one, everyone could agree on that. And sure, he seemed to have an uncommonly keen ear and sharp eye, and was a hellion on the little league field, but you could chalk all that up to good genetics. And heck, everyone had been going along with the Kents' story so long it was easy to forget he weren't their actual blood. Not that that should matter much in any case.
By middle school, though, the happenings around the Kent boy were getting downright peculiar. The boy was fast, the boy was strong, the boy was tough. And not in the sort of way that made the high school coaches eagerly anticipate them entering freshman year, no. He was trying to hide it, 12 year olds aren't good at hiding normal things, let alone the fact that you tried to keep someone from getting run over by a thresher and wound up with mangled thresher blades, shredded school clothes, and an otherwise completely unharmed Kent boy looking abashed and trying to put together some excuse about a hidden rock getting in the gears or something.
But the kid was obviously mortified by the whole thing, so Dormick didn't push it. He did make a few comments to others though, and once people were looking, the Kent boy's uniqueness was plain to see.
The boy could outrace cars. He could pull tractors out of the muck all on his own. He could stand between a classmate and a thresher and the only thing that'd get wreaked was the thresher. Honestly, it would've been more than a little concerning to folk if it wasn't for the fact that the kid was just so dang nice. He was a good boy, kind, considerate. Any hint to him being, well, better was met with either embarrassed denial or fervent denial depending on how it'd been phrased. So instead of being the sort of thing that lead to muttering behind closed doors and maybe an eventual rousting of the whole family out of town, it instead just became a local secret. An open secret, but a secret.
There were still outsiders with short sharp haircuts and awkwardly stiff manner who'd come through from time to time and ask leading questions about whether there was anyone 'strange' in the community and very obviously trying to play off the assumption that they'd all be a bunch of bigoted fearful 'simple' folk.
There was no way in hell any of them were going to hand the Clark boy over to anyone like that.
It was when he was getting towards the end of high school and began talking about his plans of moving off to one of the big cities to pursue college and a career that folk begun to get worried. The cities weren't like Smallville in a lotta ways, and Clark was such a good decent boy. They worried.
It wasn't some sort of great plan. No one got together and came up with it. It was just a lot of people coming to the same decision in pretty much the same way, then others seeing what they were doing and deciding that they had the right of it and following course.
"That's a strong shake you got there." Mr. McCormick would say down at the store, feeling his bones grind against each other slightly, "You gotta watch that when you hit the city or everyone's gonna think you're one of those asshole highroller types who've always gotta be proving themselves top dog or something." Clark would apologize and start shaking more gently.
"Thanks Clark, that was right quick of you." old Ms. Narri would say when the boy arrived with her weekly groceries, running up so fast he's almost a blur until he slows down at the gate. "You should be careful with running that fast when you get to the city, though. Lotta more people out there, and none of them watching where they're going or what they're doing. We don't want you crashing into someone just cus they don't notice to get out of the way." Clark nodded with understanding and slowed himself down.
"Yer a lifesaver, kid." would say Lenny when Clark would haul a shipment of tractor parts into the shop. "Might want to avoid letting folks know you can do that up in the city, though. They'll think all those muscles left no room for your brain and instead of college, they'd have you lugging boxes at the docks till you go grey. Or spend all your time moving their fridges from apartment to apartment." Clark wasn't sure he fully believed that, but he was more careful about considering what he was about to lift and carry around.
And so on and so on. If they'd all known Clark had wanted to move out of Smallville from the beginning, they would've been coaching him all his life, but the two years of gently nudging the sweet kid on how best to pretend to be normal would have to be enough.
And, well, judging from what you can see on the TV or read in the Daily Planet (which now gets issues shipped out all the way to Smallville for the corner store because everyone loves their hometown celebrity), they must've done alright with it. They're real proud of their Clark. He's a good kid, his parents raised him right. (And while it's not right to brag, everyone does feel more than a smidge of pride at being able to help with it.)
And when any outsiders come through with pointed or leading questions, everyone will just smile blandly and have no idea what they could be getting at. Because honestly, anything beyond the fact he's a good kid who's done well is nobody's business but him and his, thank you very much.
So, did you know that in order to register your baby (and get a SSN) all you need is a proof that people acknowledge you birthed the child? (You need.2 documents).
This can be a birth certificate from the hospital, yes.
But can also be:
Doctor, clinic or hospital record.
Religious record.
School daycare center record.
School identification card.
(yes, I did the research for fanfic. Did you know there's something called "Superman exception"? Haha :) )
Oh, do you know who can give those in a small town?
The neighbours 👀
(sure, it was snowing. So what if no one knew? We all know she was so scared in previous pregnancies.)
Oh, I have a WIP about Martha Kent, who had several miscarriages, and the whole town just goes "IT'S HER BABY".
When I was like 7 I got this little rubber fetus that was being handed out by pro-life people at a concert. For like 10 years he was my stress ball I would chew on him or throw him at the wall and watch him bounce around. But he started to decay so put him in this prescription bottle and now I just pretend he's a test tube baby
Rin: Haru… Why did you draw a pentagram on the floor?
Haru: Your text told me to satanize the house before you returned.
Rin:
Rin: I wrote sanitize, Haru.
Rin: Haru was banned from the chicken shack, so we had to go out of town to get some.
Haru: Well, they shouldn’t say “all you can eat” if they don’t mean it.
Rin: Haru, you ate a chair.
Mine, struggling to keep upright in her 1 inch heels: Yeah, I-I don’t really think heels are for me
Ayame, pointing at her and walking flawlessly in sparkly golden 6 inch heels: WEAK.
Shigure: I really like this whole ‘good guy, bad guy’ thing you guys have going on.
Kyo: It’s not an act, it’s just that I’m mean and Tohru isn’t
Rin: Are you the big spoon or the little spoon?
Kyo: I’m a knife.
Tohru, from across the room: He’s the little spoon.
Store Worker: Would a Ms, Rin please come to the front desk?
Rin, arriving at the desk: Hello, is there a problem?
Store Worker: points to Haru and Momiji
Store Worker: I believe they belong to you?
Haru and Momiji, simultaneously: We got lost :(
Rin: I didn’t even bring you guys here with me-
Kyo: Who the fuck added me to a fucking group chat?
Tohru : >:O language
Yuki: Yeah watch your fucking language
Haru: OKAY WHO TAUGHT YUKI THE FUCK WORD?
Rin : ‘The fuck word’.
Momiji: Are you stupid? You guys use the f word all the time
Yuki: Oh my god they censored it
Rin : Say fuck, Momiji.
Haru: Do it, Momiji. Say fuck.
Kyo: Rules are made to be broken.
Yuki: They were made to be followed. Nothing is made to be broken.
Haru: Uh, piñatas.
Momiji: Glow sticks.
Tohru: Karate boards.
Rin: Spaghetti when you have a small pot.
Kyo: Rules.
Yuki:
Kyo: *Posts a super low-quality image to the group chat*
Yuki: If I had a dollar for every pixel in this image, I’d have 15 cents
Kyo: If I had a dollar for every ounce of rage I felt in my body after I read this text, I would have enough money to buy a cannon to fire at you
Haru: Actually I did the math, Yuki would have $225, not $0.15.
Yuki: I’m right here….
Momiji: If I had a dollar I would buy a can of soda :)
Kyo: while you’re there could you buy me an apply juice please?
Momiji: Sorry I only have a dollar
Kyo: fuck u
Haru: Hey I just realized my friend is right, Yuki would have $22,500 because it’s a dollar for every pixel, not a cent
Momiji: If I had $22,500 I would buy a can of soda and an apply juice
Haru: You can buy anything you want with $22,500
Tohru: Yeah and they want soda and apply juice
Haru: Apply juice to what
Rin: Directly to the forehead
Yuki: Great chat everyone
Tohru: Rin, can I talk to you for a second?
Rin: Yeah, what’s up? Lemme guess. You and Kyo are having problems and you want me to teach you how to kiss?
Tohru: What? No, stop that. I know how to kiss. I’ve read books.
Rin: You’re the love of my life and my best friend, I would do anything for you.
Tohru: I want you to eat three meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule.
Rin: Absolutely not.
Kakeru: *Accidentally hits Yuki in the face*
Kakeru: *Trying to decide between saying 'I’m fucking sorry’ and 'Are you okay’*
Kakeru: ARE YOU FUCKING SORRY?!
Yuki : What’s wrong with you?!
Kakeru: I made tea.
Yuki : I don’t want tea.
Kakeru: I did not make tea for you. This is my tea.
Yuki : Then why are you telling me?
Kakeru: It is a conversation starter.
Yuki : That’s a lousy conversation starter.
Kakeru: Oh, is it? We are conversing. Checkmate.
Haru: *Kicks the door down looking panicked*
Yuki : What did you do?
Haru: Nobody died.
Yuki : WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!
Yuki: Haru…
Haru: Oh no, 'Haru’ in b-flat.
Haru: You’re disappointed.
Rin: You often use humor to deflect trauma
Haru: Thank you
Momiji: She didn’t say that was a good thing
Haru: What I’m hearing is, you both think I’m funny
Haru: I wasn’t that drunk last night.
Momiji: You were flirting with Rin
Haru: So what? She’s my partner.
Momiji: You asked her if her were single.
Haru:
Momiji: And then you cried when she said she weren’t.
Rin: We need a distraction.
Haru: Is anyone here good at jumping up and down and making weird noises?
Momiji, whispering: My time has come
Hatori: This is such a bad idea.
Shigure: Then why are you coming along?
Hatori: One of us need to be able to talk the cops out of arresting us when this inevitably goes wrong.
Shigure: How’s the sexiest person here~?
Hatori: I don’t know-
Ayame, from across the room: I’m doing great, thanks!
Hatori, driving Haru and Momiji: So how was your day?
Momiji: We almost got surprise adopted!
Hatori: What?
Haru: We almost got kidnapped.
Hatori: Oh, okay.
Hatori: *slams on the breaks* WAIT WHAT?!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 22/22
Fandom: Lockwood & Co. - Jonathan Stroud, Lockwood & Co. (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Lucy Carlyle/Anthony Lockwood, Lucy Carlyle & George Cubbins | George Karim & Anthony Lockwood, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Quill Kipps/Original Male Character(s)
Characters: The Skull (Lockwood & Co.), Flo Bones, Mr Jacobs, Quill Kipps, Montagu Barnes, Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Steampunk, Alternate Universe - Magic, Gender Disguise, Safe for Pandas, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Bisexual Anthony Lockwood, cactus club, Overuse of italics, idiots in love (eventually), Gay Quill Kipps, Slow Burn, author knows nothing about swords, Flirting with sharp objects, Awkward Boners, Miscommunication, Author promises a happy ending, First Kiss, Sharing a Bed, Marriage of Convenience, Lucy has a lot of trauma, Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Soulmates
Series: Part 1 of TFATF Universe
Summary:
In steampunk London, indentured servant Lucas Carlyle has a secret. Lucas is really Lucy, a magical user in a world where it's dangerous (and unheard of) for women to possess magic.
Enter Lockwood, an eccentric detective and wealthy magical who buys out Lucas' contract and frees him. Not realizing Lucas is really Lucy, he and George invite "him" to live with them and work for Lockwood & Co.
How long will Lucy be able to keep her secrets? And what happens if it's spilled?
Shenanigans occur. Lots of friends make appearances. Oh and Skull will join in an most unexpected way.
A St. Louis police cruiser crashed into a south St. Louis bar overnight, and that’s just the beginning of the story.
you almost can’t make this shit up.
the police drive their SUV into a gay couples place of business and then proceeds to arrest one of them for refusing to show identification. allegedly they were swerving to avoid a dog which totally exists
apparently one of the owners of the bar are still in police custody and had been moved 3 different times overnight before being finally booked in to central booking at 9am this morning.
yes, one of the owners who had their bar destroyed.
apparently one of the transfers was to the hospital because three cops jumped this man after driving through his business. can anyone explain why someone would go from south district, then to the hospital, then the to north district and then central booking?
Updated article with video of the crash itself here.
The video is damning. Police SUV obviously speeding, nearly hits a parked car, swerves to avoid it, loses control. That's it. That's the whole reason for the incident: bad driving.
Bar owners should be able to sue St.Louis PD into a smoking radioactive crater based on this evidence.
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