The Name's Mouth

Real name's Clark Devereaux but everyone calls me Mouth because I have a big trap. I don't know when to shut up when I need to. It's a curse and a blessing. My hometown was about to get destroyed to be built into one of those hot shot golf courses the...

[xthexdriverx-archived]

Memories. | On the road verse

[mouththegoonie]

xthexdriverx:

The driver was still lost in his thoughts until the other tapped him. He looked over and saw a kid, who he figured couldn’t be much older then thirteen to fifteen. Somewhere in that age range, to young to be smoking. But like he’d do anything about it. This wasn’t his kid, he didn’t even know him so it wasn’t his job to say anything. “No, I don’t.” He replied simply, never being a big talker.

The driver wouldn’t say it but, he was sort of happy that the kid distracted him. He really, really missed his little family. He didn’t even know if he could go back there and all Matt was doing was just making himself upset by thinking about it.  ”Sorry.”

Mouth sighed putting his cigarette behind his ear, "Eh it's alright... Maybe next time. For now I got these that don't need lighting." Mouth pulled out 2 lollipops gesturing for the guy to take one while Mouth unwrapped his and popped it in his mouth. 

"The name's Mouth... What's yours?" Before Mouth could even let the man answer he kept on talking like a freight train, "You know I've never seen such a young guy like you on a park bench? I always come to the park just to talk to whoever's here and I usually see a bunch of mom's with their brats or whole families, but never just a guy like you. So which one of these brats are your kids? Or are you just a cleverly disguised pedophile?" 

[mouththegoonie]

How do you feel about your tralala? Mmm ding ding dong?

Mouth looked at the shadowed grey faced figure with utter confusion, “My what?” 

[mouththegoonie]

Really? A Clown? (Joker & Mouth)

[freakaheadofthecurve]

Dark eyes narrowed, switchblade still gripped in one purple-gloved hand. Strands of green-tinged curls clung to the greasepaint on his face as he tilted his head again. Worrying at his scars, he let his mangled lips go with an audible pop in the night, eyes falling on the other’s switchblade. Now this was fun. 

"Y’know, I gotta hand it to you. You’ve, uh, you’ve got balls. Not a lot of journalists in this town do.” He moved, practically skipping, just a little closer to the man and stopped. He continued to gesture with the knife as he spoke. “But, ah, but here’s the thing. If I had a story and, uh, and I wanted it told… Why would I tell you? Hm? Why would I bother to tell everyone in Gotham?”

[mouththegoonie]

Mouth grinned watching the manic clown skip closer to him with his switchblade. It was almost humorous to see this clown waving around a weapon that could easily kill Mouth, like how a little girl would do with a toy wand. 

Mouth gestured with his own blade carelessly, but still watching every movement the clown took with his own knife, "You don't have to tell them anything if you don't want... In reality you don't even have to give me a real story. It could be a bunch of bullshit for all I care, but... this way, if you think about it, it means you can use the Gotham Globe to cause some mayhem. We just got a statistic come in the other day saying that over 90% of Gotham's population relies on Gotham Globe news. They read, watch, and blog about the stories we write... The stories I write and trust it. Now if I was a villain... not saying that I am but if I was... I'd use it to trick people into going to places I want them to. Like lets say i made an announcement that I was going to blow up an elementary school. I didn't say which one, but it'll happen at 2 pm that day, and to make things interesting let's say I made this announcement at 1pm the same day. They have 1 hour to move all the little brats into school buses and take them to a recreation center or something. But then BOOM, I blow up the buses instead, and a whole generation of Gotham brats are gone. All because of false information to a paper the people of Gotham trust and will continue to trust even after that incident, because they figure I'm a villain just. like. you. A maniacal fiend that will stop at nothing to cause chaos and destruction to this city because of the BAT-MAN." 

[tallahxssee-archived]

Dirty Deeds.|Father verse

[tallahxssee-archived]

"We’ll get ya some food, clothes and other shit a man needs." He looked over to him. "Its no problem, ya just didn’t get this stuff from me alright? Tallahassee didn’t want people to know that he was just a big, caring teddy bear. He was a ruthless killer after all, who would take him serious if they found out? Even though this was mainly his parental instincts kicking in.

[mouththegoonie]

"oh don't worry man, your secrets safe with me. I wouldn't rat on you being a softy if you're really some big tough guy to your friends." Mouth laughed a little while he gave Tallahassee a wink. He knew he wasn't a man that often helped people out, but Mouth appreciated it nonetheless. This was honesty the kindest thing he had anybody do for him and he didn't want to mess it up. 

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Fantastic tributes to 80’s classic The Goonies by James Flame (top) and Studiohouse Designs (bottom).

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[80slove]

[tylersmithx]

[mouththegoonie]

//GUESS WHO'S BACK!!! Sorry i've been gone so long the hiatus lasted longer than I thought and I apologize. I'm going to be working on cleaning out my drafts and getting back down to business so please don't hesitate to come flood my ask box asking for starters or things like that! 

[80slove]

Goonies!

[theythrowhappenings]

An Unexpected Visitor: Carolyn/Mouth

[theythrowhappenings]

Carolyn never had a problem with being lonely. Everything was just boring for her in her little town, and she knew deep down that she would never have the ability to leave. Once her mother passed away, it would just be her and David running the town. Them and Barnabas, but who knew what was going on with him.

"Whatever, I don’t speak preteen boy." She groaned, stretching out on the couch.

[mouththegoonie]

Mouth rolled his eyes at her hoping that someway she'd just take people's words that pushing everyone away isn't the greatest thing to do in life. He watched his friends finish up setting up the game and turned to Carolyn, "So would you like to start the game off or should we go youngest to oldest?" 

[tallahxssee-archived]

Dirty Deeds.|Father verse

[tallahxssee-archived]

"Yeah? 13’s a good number too," He replied trying to act natural. It was just hard for the man to think about his son. He only had put the 3 as one of the many reminders as to why he was doing what he is doing. "We’re headin’ to a few stores to get ya some shit, sound good?"

[mouththegoonie]

"Yeah sounds great." Mouth smiled excited to go to the store with him. Mouth hadn't been to any other stores, other than the grocery mart that lets him play pacman and lets him take food when he needs it. It's been getting harder though to get food from them because of how business is going for them. 

"Thanks by the way for doing this... I know this isn't a normal thing, and people that are nice as you don't come around often." 

[emmaxmeyer]

{Open}

[emmaxmeyer]

Funny enough, once she was settled, she found the awkward silence well, less awkward and more comforting. She was often the cause of those pauses and silences, so it was no big deal to her. But she did understand how others got uncomfortable. And it was a given that for this naturally chatty boy,that it was bothering him. Just, Emma was at a loss of what to say.

When he started talking, she looked up. However, his with his tone, her gaze at him was nothing like the hardened glare she’d given him before. She almost even smiled a little. “It’s okay. You um, you didn’t know. And you’re right…I guess it’s not really normal for some teenager to be um cooped up hiding in a um stack of books…” she spoke, chewing on her lip. “But, the few friends I have are like- all over the country. And, we move a lot so um, working for my dad is like- the only real consistent thing I have.” Emma had always longed for being able to settle down somewhere, but she knew that wasn’t all that possible. Not for them. Not for her. "Well, right now I’m actually looking at the um information on um past owners- like- people that might’ve died in the house. So, I’m taking notes on when, how, any other family members, and any other information on it." Did she have to tell him it was about a severe haunting? Not as of yet. 

[mouththegoonie]

Mouth felt a little more at ease when she finally started talking to him he understood why she was doing the things for her father. He actually thought it was pretty cool that she was able to travel everywhere with him and do snooping work for him. Mouth was a curious guy and loved snooping around and getting information about people by talking. 

Mouth sat down next to her glancing over at the book and her notes. It had old pictures of people and a house that looked familiar, "That's actually really cool. Wish I could do something like that... You know I've seen that house before that you're looking at... The kids around town say it's haunted. No one is brave enough to go in. I would go in, but if someone else trails behind. I'm not stupid, I've seen a bunch of horror movies to know to not go around a haunted place by yourself." 

Mouth laughed a little, "Do you watch any horror movies?" 

[bobthegoonisback]

Hey Kid - Bob and Mouth

[bobthegoonisback]

Bob stood, watching the kid get angrier and begin to throw punches at him. He smirked, shoving the kid back and away from him. He was only making things worse. He wondered if the kid even stopped to realize that. 

Shaking his head, he glared at the kid. “Do I look like I’m lying, kid? The more you keep going, the more likely he’s going to be to do exactly what I ask. You think he’s ever liked your father? The guy’s a snoop and he had me following him a long time ago. He’s nothing. Easy to wipe out and maybe then you’ll learn your damn lesson. Shut the hell up before your big mouth gets you in trouble, huh?”

[mouththegoonie]

Mouth fell back on his butt when the fatass pushed him away. Mouth panted about to get back up and continue fighting, but froze when he heard him say that his father was nothing and that he was easy to "wipe out". Mouth felt his eyes well up with angry hot tears. He looked away to the ground feeling defeated. The hot tears streamed down his face as he pulled his knees to his chest making himself small. He wanted his dad. He didn't want anything bad to happen to him and he felt terrible to have his mouth get him into trouble like it usually did. He just didn't know when to stop. 

[alannasiskin]

mouththegoonie has a light

[alannasiskin]

Alanna was aware of the way the guy was staring at her. Part of her, looking away for a moment as she took in her own drag of cigarette and blew the smoke out away from him, had a sudden twinge of realizing why her father fell for a mortal. It was easy, but then you had to consider the mess you and everyone else close to you has to deal with afterwards.

Sensing she was getting upset, she shook her head, taking another draw, returning that cute smirk of his and blowing the smoke away from him. Blue eyes blinked up at him and her lips pulled into a wider grin. So, maybe she would do her damned best not to fall in love with a mortal, but who said she couldn’t have some fun with a cute guy?

“Ist das so? Und hier traf ich den einen Kerl in diesem Drecksloch Das könnte, oder?" She took in another drag, eyes locked on him and a smile still playing on her lips before she turned briefly to blow the smoke just past his ear as she moved closer to him. "Mund? Ich mag es. Sie haben eine nette Geschichte, die Sie kennen. Freut mich, dich kennenzulernen. Ich bin Alanna.”

[mouththegoonie]

Mouth giggled like a girl when she responded that she liked his name and his mouth. He quickly tried to compose himself, clearing his throat and chuckled nervously. It's been a while since he had a girl respond well with him. He knew he could come off strong and got slapped most of the time. The only time he was able to get a lay, or a girlfriend, was if they were stupid and fell for his disgusting charm or that they actually kept up with him, but found out later on he was a closed off prick that would ruin the relationship one way or the other by pushing them away, because he was scared to open up. 

But here was Alanna. He knew she wasn't stupid. She seemed smart and quick. He didn't know if this small flirtatious conversation would get anywhere, but he hoped it would. 

"Alanna, wie ein wunderschöner Name, Ihre Augen passt .... Ich fühle mich glücklich, dass ich in der Lage, in einem schönen, deutschen und norwegischen Mädchen, das die Sprache sprach laufen. Es ist schwer, wirklich die Sprache zu üben, ohne eine native zu sprechen. Kennen Sie andere Sprachen?" 

[mouththegoonie]

Troubled (Mouth & Patrick Hockstetter)

[patrickhockstetter-moved-deacti]

Patrick clenched his jaw, an agitated sigh silently creeping through his gritted teeth. It wasn’t the kid’s tone that bothered him, or the way he was asking so many questions. No, rather, it was the fact that, upon first glance, he took him for nothing more than a filthy derelict, a worthless waste of flesh. It was hardly a surprise, considering the situation at hand, but God, it was demeaning! 

"I have my reasons." He retorted. As agitated as we was, he stayed in character. It was better that this kid believed he was some hobo and stuck around, rather than knew what he really was and bailed out. As that last comment caught his ear, the ticking time-bomb that was his temper was momentarily defused.

"…Really?" He asked, his voice peaked with interest. 

[mouththegoonie]

Mouth didn't understand this creep. He was giving him short useless answers that just made Mouth have shivers run up and down his spine. He tried to ignore them and cleared his throat to keep talking to the hobo. Mouth figured if he kept talking to him, he might not be crazy or a threat like he initially thought. 

"Y-yeah. Are you in here for the same thing? Running away from assholes? Or what? Everyone has reasons to be hiding in a sewer tunnel..." 

[alannasiskin]

mouththegoonie has a light

[alannasiskin]

The grin was returned from Alanna, She liked the guy already the instant he called her liebling. Her eyes didn’t move from his even as he lit her cigarette. She hadn’t exactly expected to find anyone in Gotham that spoke her native tongue. Oh, if her fathers only knew she’d come here of all places. To say they would not be pleased with her was an understatement, but it wasn’t like her father couldn’t come find her and she was expecting him to do just that. For now, she could get used to Gotham and this guy. 

Taking a draw of her cigarette in, allowing a deep inhale before she turned her head and blew the smoke out away from him, she plucked the cigarette from her lips with delicate fingers. Bright blue eyes were back on the guy and she smiled again, nodding. “Danke, gut aussehend. Ja. Nun, Sie sind halb rechts. Ich bin in Deutschland geboren und verbrachte die Hälfte meines Lebens dort, bis ich nach Norwegen. Ich muss sagen, ich bin beeindruckt. Ich wusste nicht, dass ich jemanden in Gotham ganz wie Sie zu finden.”

[mouththegoonie]

Mouth gave a genuine smirk to the girl enjoying the fact that his ear was right. German was her native tongue. He leaned against the wall taking a drag blowing it away from where she stood. He ran his fingers through his slightly wet hair still keeping eye contact with her. He couldn't get enough of those blue eyes of hers. 

"Nun, ich bin froh, dass ich lief in dich hinein. Nicht viele Menschen in dieser Stadt wissen, wie man eine andere Sprache in der Rede einer Person zu erkennen .... Mein Name ist Mouth, was Ihr Liebling?"

[fille-regardant-deactivated2014]

A Girl? (fille-regardant)

[fille-regardant-deactivated2014]

           ❝—Ah je vois, bien elle est assez évident. Je n’avais aucune idée que vous parlé français.❞

    Well that was unexpected, someone like him was speaking French.And very well too. She wasn’t one to judge, though.  Sometimes it was hard to keep up with speaking English, so speaking French with someone made her feel comfortable.

[mouththegoonie]

Mouth smirked enjoying the fact the blondie was surprised that he spoke French. Mouth might have not looked like the most intelligent kid on the block, but he was pretty savvy with languages.

"Apparences peuvent être trompeuses ... Comment avez-vous appris à parler français? Êtes-vous de la campagne ou tout simplement une étrange petite fille?"