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christmas confrontation // dodger & oliver

olivertwistes‌:

“We’ve been threatened before, Look at where fucking Roscoe works and did. We ended on the run! We would have run with you. What’s one more danger if we were together.” But all these words were useless this was all in the past there wasn’t much anyone could do now.

“We would have gone with you.” Ollie whispered. If they went with him maybe they never would have ended up with Roscoe either.

Dodger couldn’t help the slight laugh that came to the surface at the mention of Roscoe. God what an asshole.

And Dodger shoved Rita and Oliver right into his arms.

“Trust me when I say if I could go back and do it all over again, I would. In a heartbeat. I was a damn coward and there’s no excuse.”

#c: oliver #christmas confrontation ( thread. )

chris-woods

#the cutest to ever cute

#these are so cute but he's literally playing a sociopath in in these gifs so we're just gonna ignore that #street wise punk ( visage. )

meet cute? why not // dodger & lady

Work, eat, sleep, repeat.

Work, eat, sleep, get drunk on the weekend.

At first, Dodger wasn’t entirely proud of the fact that he’d begun to frequent Pixie’s. Alcohol was most definitely a vice of his, but the club had a much more er-- welcoming vibe than most places he’d gone to over the years, so it soon became a weekly commute.

His visits had become so frequent, that Dodger had even decided on a favorite seat at the bar. Three away from the door. Not too close to the action, not too far from an escape if need be.

Tonight however, that seat was occupied. By whom? Dodger was almost desperate and bored enough to find out for himself. Almost. Approaching the bar, he ordered the usual-- a mid shelf bourbon --before turning to the stranger.

“--I take it you’re a fan of the view from this seat as well?”

@miss-ladyy

#c: lady #i am the absolute worst at coming up with para titles #meet cute? why not ( thread. )

i must get on that ship // titanic au - dodger & terence

bakingxsparrowman‌:

“With you in it?” Terence gleefully asked as he made sure the door closed behind him. Then, he walked over to the other after leaving the bags and offered both his hands, so as to pull David up from his seat. “It sounds like the best place to me,” he admitted. “Though, that’d be true anywhere. For example, right now this room is the best place in the world.”

Terence’s relationship with David had hit a few hurdles ever since it began, but the blond always felt like they got through them - They were very different from one another, but in a way it felt as if that was what kept them together. Already, the sparrow man could see a future for the two of them, even if he didn’t say it publicly.

David allowed Terence to pull him to his feet again, his chest flooding with warmth at the other’s sentiment. Truly, David’s hopes couldn’t have been higher in that moment--- but a gnawing feeling in his gut suddenly blossomed and his expression fell ever so slightly.

Quickly shrugging it off, hopefully before the change was even noticeable, David gently laid a hand on Terence’s cheek, gazing at him for a moment. Lovestruck? Awestruck? Or perhaps the emotions were one and the same in that moment.

“Hungry? ‘m sure we could make it t’ dinner in time..”

#c: terence #i must get on that ship ( thread. )#since I've been such a shitty writing partner #if you want to continue this kinda soft/shippy thread on discord after the event is over i'd be more than happy to!

i must get on that ship // titanic au - dodger & terence

bakingxsparrowman‌:

It wasn’t hard to get Terence to be happy, which meant that he was elated right now. The sparrow man was actually pretty excited about his first voyage at sea, and for it to be in such a wonderful-looking ship was simply perfect.

He followed behind David and looked around at everything. The walls, the ceilings and the doors. Everything looked unreal, and Terence felt like this was some sort of dream.

The other man’s voice pulled him from his thoughts, and the blond turned to smile at him. “Oh - Really?” he asked, excitedly, and moved forward to unlock and push the door open, stepping aside for the other - both his partner in business and life - to walk in. “I hope it’s as good as they say.”

Unable to hide his excitement, David let out an elated breath of a laugh as he stepped past the blonde farmer and over the threshold. Sure some might’ve been inclined to call it quaint, meager-- but the room was nicer than anything David had ever stayed in and the idea left him feeling lightheaded.

This truly was the ship of dreams.

Bags still in hand, David finally set them down so that he might collapse into a small chair in the corner of the room, muttering words of astonishment under his breath in Welsh before turning back to Terence, “---what d’ ya think it’s like in America?”

#c: terence #i must get on that ship ( thread. )#so like #second class rooms were kinda tiny but tbh dodger's just shook that they're even on the titanic to begin with

i must get on that ship // titanic au - dodger & terence

Sure David was well aware the ship was to be large, but nothing could’ve prepared him to witness the sheer scale of the RMS Titanic with his own two eyes.

The papers had been singing the ship’s praises for months on end leading up to its maiden voyage and somehow, luck had been on their side— allowing both humble farmers to procure tickets.

But the time for gawking like some lovestruck schoolboy was later.

No, the ever increasingly more difficult task of locating their room was of the utmost importance right now.

Turning another corner in the seemingly endless labyrinth of halls that made up the second class rooms, David froze suddenly, glancing back at Terence with a growing smile, “—this’s it, Ter-“

@bakingxsparrowman

#no gif bc im writing this in the car fjfjf #i hope this is ok!#i must get on that ship ( thread. )#also totally stole that title from the musical #the formatting of this is prob messed up but i have no way of knowing rip

titanic bio

Name: David Jones

Class: Second

Marital Status: Unmarried

Partner (if applicable): Terence Sparrowman

Occupation: Farmer

#bdtbio #this is so bad but im so tired

tessacarstrs-deactivated2022071

#cutie

#street wise punk ( visage. )

17, 19, 20

just answered all 3 in the last ask!

#( ask meme. )#spellsoflena #( answered. )

15-20!!

15. how often do you need to change the icon in your reply while or after writing the reply?

tbh i sometimes will pick a gif and then end up writing the reply like,, days later. i’m not picky, it just has to fit the mood i’m going for. it might be changed once over the course of working on the reply.

16. do you first get in the “zone” when writing, or do you start writing and “enter” it that way?

on occasion, i’ll force myself to start and then eventually i get into a groove, but usually i need to be in the zone in order to start writing, aka somewhere quiet, stress free, etc.

17. what is your biggest obstacle to writing every day, if time doesn’t count?

with my anxiety, i have the literal worst problem finishing things or doing the simplest of tasks before they absolutely need to be finished, so i don’t know how else to explain it but sometimes my brain just......doesn’t let me write?

18. what’s your inbox count currently? what did you do to get it so high/low?

i’m gonna assume this means drafts? and i’m just at 1 at the moment because i dumped the rest last night after somehow being able to bang them all out lol

19. how many drafts is a paralysing amount?

oh gosh uh, i know its probably unrealistic but over 10 tends to make me stressed a bit more than usual

20. if you are writing a wrong reply that’s not working out, do you save what you have to be continued at another date, or do you scrap it and rewrite?

i’ll come back to it later.. if i look at it with fresh eyes and its STILL not working out, i’ll scrap it and start over

#( ask meme. )#among-the-lostboys #( answered. )

1 3 5 8 13 21

1. what’s a grammar rule you find yourself breaking or ignoring a lot?

i don’t even know if you would consider this a grammar rule but i over-use SO many em-dashes, although that seems to be a theme in this group. i also tend to write a lot of run on sentences though because I get way too into descriptive phrases…

3. how often do you need to translate your own or the other’s writing with a dictionary or google when writing and reading replies?

uh, not too often? unless i guess i’m writing with a character that speaks another language regularly? i like to think i have a pretty extensive knowledge when it comes to unusual terms and words

5. do you have ideal writing circumstances when you can do a lot of drafts or tackle really long ones very easily?

tbh lately i’ve been procrastinating a lot so many of my replies end up being pushed out very late at night, but ideally around 10ish, after i’ve eaten dinner and if i have nothing else on my mind at the moment

8. have you ever written a serious reply intoxicated?

i don’t drink! :’)

13. what do you do after you see a person has replied? do you read it immediately, or do you wait for it to show up on the dash? do you like it, draft it immediately, etc?

tbh i read immediately. i get excited when i get notifications and then i’ll immediately save it to my drafts, but i’ll actually write the draft a lot later…unless i’m feeling particularly motivated and i’m not busy

21. does the total amount of threads you have going on matter to you, or just how many you owe?

i don’t know why but my brain isn’t comprehending this question …?

#( ask meme. )#alana-the-badbitch #( answered. )

sagamemes

roleplaying habits questions.

what’s a grammar rule you find yourself breaking or ignoring a lot?

are there any languages besides english in which you think you could comfortably roleplay?

how often do you reach for a synonym dictionary when writing? how about mentally?

how often do you need to translate your own or the other’s writing with a dictionary or google when writing and reading replies?

do you listen to music while your write?

do you have ideal writing circumstances when you can do a lot of drafts or tackle really long ones very easily?

are you a morning, day, evening, or night writer?

how does tiredness affect your writing?

have you ever written a serious reply intoxicated?

how much do you proof-read as you are writing vs. proof-read at the end?

when you are writing a reply, how much ahead in the thread do you plan?

is there ever been a time when you’ve had to drop a roleplaying partner because you’ve found their writing style exhausting?

does writing roleplay things in public spaces make you uncomfortable?

what do you do after you see a person has replied? do you read it immediately, or do you wait for it to show up on the dash? do you like it, draft it immediately, etc?

how often do you need to change the icon in your reply while or after writing the reply?

do you first get in the “zone” when writing, or do you start writing and “enter” it that way?

what is your biggest obstacle to writing every day, if time doesn’t count?

what’s your inbox count currently? what did you do to get it so high/low?

how many drafts is a paralysing amount?

if you are writing a wrong reply that’s not working out, do you save what you have to be continued at another date, or do you scrap it and rewrite?

does making icons give or take away energy to write? what about other graphics?

longest reply you’ve ever writen on mobile?

does the total amount of threads you have going on matter to you, or just how many you owe?

what’s your thought process when you format? any unspoken rules you follow?

how does your follower count affect your mood?

#( ask meme. )#hashtag bandwagoning #i still haven't posted those compliment my writing memes so uh i should prob do that

winter can kiss my a– // dodger & roscoe

roscoesykes‌:

God damn it.

He really did want to behave. He truly, truly did. Of course there was really no other alternative when Dodger was involved and he should have known better. It was awful hard to keep the pair of them in the same vicinity together without some kind of backlash. He just hoped it was known that he was going to walk away before the ignorant fuck opened his mouth again.

And so… instead of stepping away and keeping his hands to himself, Roscoe only turned on his heel and stalked right up to where Dodger had been leaning against the pole he’d been shoved against. Fingers curled into that dumb fucking scarf (bandanna, whatever) of his, pulling him forward roughly almost as soon as he was close enough, opposite hand raising to grab the man’s arm and twist it roughly - holding steady just before the point of no return.

“Don’t yous ever fuckin’ say her goddamn name. Yous lost that fuckin’ right the second yous turned your fucking back on her” He all but growled, eyes narrowing dangerously at the other male as he tightened his grip on his arm, slamming him back roughly against the pole once more. “How about yous just leave it before you lose a fuckin’ arm, aight?”

Tensing up slightly as Roscoe’s fist came out to grab roughly at his bandana, Dodger couldn’t help the slight maniacal laugh that bubbled up.

It was kinda funny, wasn’t it?

Despite the events that had occurred prior to their encounter, part of Dodger really reeeally wanted to see how far he could push Roscoe, and it looked like that was the conclusion they were so painstakingly slowly inching toward.

And then Roscoe grabbed his arm.

#i have no idea if this should be in a read-more or not so i did it just to be safe #tw violence #c: roscoe #winter can kiss my ass ( thread. )

christmas confrontation // dodger & oliver

olivertwistes‌:

That was the explanation of a movie wasn’t it? Where they choose the safety of others over their own. “Why couldn’t you tell us? We would have helped. We could have helped.” Ollie offered still holding his arms around him to protect himself.

This was too much and Ollie just wanted to go home and hid from the world.

Noting Oliver’s clearly protective stance, Dodger took a step back. Turning away from the teen for a moment, he raked a hand through his hair before facing Oliver once more, eyes brimming with years of pent up emotion threatening to spill over.

#c: oliver #christmas confrontation ( thread. )#tw violence #its just a mention but i figured it was prob a safe idea

the-mightygadget

Ball Bustin’ || Gadget*Dodger

Hazing the new employee was always fun. And it was a tradition at McPhearson’s. Even Gadget could remember the first few months she’d worked there. She was young, still learning, and the guys she’d worked with then were not gentle. They broke her in and got her used to the verbal abuse that customers gave when they got unsavory news. But most importantly they taught her how to be true to herself and not let anyone run all over her.

So, she continued the tradition with the new employees when she got them.

Dodger Jones was still the newest and still the one Gadget picked on the most. He was a good worker but he was too serious; too uptight. Breaking him out of that was proving to be fun and a bit difficult. But her usual tactics weren’t working like they typically did. Which was why she decided to switch her methods a bit.

Texting Dodger as she made her way to the shop, she made sure to keep the ‘Closed’ sign hanging as she made her way to her own personal project car. Maybe some one on one time would be better for breaking Dodger out of the shell he encased himself in

When she heard the bell jingle above the door, she looked up from where she was reading a magazine and grinned. “’Bout time you got here,” she gave him a grin as she moved to stand. “C’mon. Got a special project for today.”

@namesdodger

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Working at the garage was both a blessing and a curse sometimes, and Dodger had yet to figure out where Gadget fell on the spectrum.

Despite his indecisiveness as to the status of their relationship, there was still an element of respect present-- one Dodger hoped was mutual. Gadget was a bit of a firecracker at times, but she was crazy talented with a wrench and a damn good businesswoman as well, and Dodger respected the hell out of that.

Making note of the text as he left his apartment, Dodger silently chided himself for not leaving earlier, although his shift didn’t technically start for another fifteen minutes. While the walk to the garage was relatively brief, Dodger still took ( and maybe sort of relished in ) the time to clear his head on his way to work.

After traveling for what almost felt like the blink of an eye on this particular morning, Dodger finally arrived at his place of employment and entered the side door, the door that lead through Gadget’s office. Which was also currently occupied.

“Oh--- hey,” Blinking a bit, Dodger shrugged off his jacket before turning back to his boss, “--special project? Should I be worried?” He teased.

#c: gadget #ball bustin' ( thread. )

a fresh start // dodger & vinny

sportylikeatuna‌:

“I don’ know a thing about ya buddy. I couldn’ know what shit you done.” Though honestly, this guy’s attitude just made him really wonder if it could be a bomb. The chances were slim in a place like this, but you really could never know.

So as he peered inside of the box, he found a red bandana type thing that…well honestly it looked vaguely familiar to Vinny too.

While Vinny personally had never been mixed up with the gang that threatened people with red bandanas, he’d definitely heard of ‘em. This guy was an idiot to get himself caught up with them. “Yeah you are. I’d start writin’ your will if I were you.”

“You think I don’t know that?” Dodger shook his head, letting out a momentarily shaky breath before composing himself and glancing around, “---you know, you’d think I’ve had that shit thought out by now, but to be honest, man- there’s nothing here.”

While Dodger’s possessions were quite minimal, almost embarrassingly so, there really was nothing worth saving or willing to anyone else. Thinking a bit more as the two men stood in silence for another few moments, Dodger replied finally, expression suddenly hardened, “You know what-- let ‘em come. I said it myself, I’ve got nothing to lose. What’s the use running again?”

#c: vinny #a fresh start ( thread. )

theycallmexrita

Why Should I Worry 🐾 Dorita

namesdodger-blog

theycallme-rita·:

Her turf. This town was her turf. As far as she knew Dodger had just made it to Swynlake. He had no claim to any part of this town. She’d been here for nearly four years now. This place was hers. Not his. Anywhere they went would be her turf.

Rita wanted to snarl at him. To tell him to fuck off because over three years later and she was still a wounded dog when it came to Dodger fucking Jones. The hurt, though easy to ignore, was still ever present in the back of her mind.

But she didn’t. Instead she simply curled her lip and nodded. “The Court. Tomorrow at noon. And don’t bring any of your bullshit excuses.”

An agreement. They’d come to an agreement. Wow.

It was more than Dodger was expecting to be entirely honest, but he wasn’t about to go around and fuck things over now, after this hellish encounter--- at least not yet.

Be it hubris, zero self-preservation instincts or what have you-- Dodger met Rita’s gaze one last time before turning to leave.

“--same goes to you.”

#end #c: rita #why should i worry ( thread. )#idk if you wanna start a new thread or keep up our discord chat? but i feel like this is a nice place to end if you're good with it

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