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      â fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck               fuck !!! âÂ
The woman running down the street towards him looked panicked, uncaring of encountering a stranger in her haste. Sherman barely had time to jot down a question before he had to grab her arm. âWhatâs happening?â He repeated the question verbally, knowing it didnât sound as smooth as when he had his sound processor but this seemed serious.
( » » tasks | 028 ; case file. )
sky's still blue?
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Oh, man I love me some skyâs still blue. So first of all? Luz would be in medical school in Seattle, so theyâd probably only see each other on the weekends. Their apartment probably feels so empty without Luz and he stole one of her Lillard posters when she left to keep in her room, just so thereâs still a part of her thatâs around. There are also several pairs of joggers in his dresser of which ownership is still a mystery.
When he goes to visit her in Seattle? She spends most of their time together studying, but ! She takes him to all the good food spots in the U district. Even the Wayward Vegan Cafe has some pretty good grub for a vegan place. Some nights she takes him to the Alibi Room on Pike Place and they eat pizza and drink and dance below until the sun comes up. They get breakfast and coffee at Three Sisters Bakery down the road when the sun comes up and then sleep all day on her couch, foot to head, while watching cartoons.
Sometimes Sherman gets Nike or Adidas company passes through his work and they both spend too much money and have to scrounge the car and Luzâs apartment for change so he can afford the gas money back.
When Luz starts her third year of medical school, clinical rotations are killer. Sheâs almost brought to tears one night when, on her lunch break, Sherman shows up with a gym bag, a basket ball, and Lyndaâs world famous mole. Paired with a resident notorious for taking âtoo longâ lunches, Luz is, for once, grateful to have the extra time.
Itâs hard to make it back for all of Shermanâs dance performances, but when she canât come, Luz makes their moms skype her in. Unable to resist herself, she lets Sherman think sheâll miss his biggest performance of the season only to show up with a couple takeout boxes of the burrito plates from Ricoâs Tacos ( their fave Tacoma food truck ).
â i used to say iâd know you anywhere, but itâs getting harder. â luz
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He was making his bed in the early hours of the day, getting ready for his first ever official gathering trip as a hunter. He would be accompanying his sister on this venture, as both Aiden and Luz wanted him to be safe, but he had the added advantage of his sound processor working today. Shermanâs sheets shushing across his bed covered up the noise of Luzâs footsteps at his doorway. She must have been watching him when she spoke.
âYou had never made your bed before, Tank. I used to say Iâd know you anywhere, but itâs getting harder.â
The first sentance had him chuckle but the second one sobered him. He finished smoothing out his blankets and sat down on his bed. He looked at Luz, studying his sister who leaned against the doorway, arms crossed and an unreadable expression on her face.
âI know. And Iâm sorry.â
The look on Luzâs face disappeared in an instance and she smirked.
âWhat are you talking about? Get up lazy bones, we have work to do.â
80s high school teen movie au + luz
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Sherman was still born deaf, but did not receive a cochlear implant as they wouldnât be approved by the FDA until 1990. His father left his father earlier, so Sherman has no memory of him â he and his mom moved to Washington state in 1970. Sherman still went to the Washington State School for the Deaf, only from Kindergarten all the way to graduation.
Luzâs mom, Lynda, met Shermanâs mom, Grace, in 1980 when Sherman is 16 and Luz is 14. Lynda and Grace arenât out and proud, they simply cohabit under the guise of cost savings for two single mothers. Sherman and Luz do not, in any way, get along at first. Luz thinks him to be strange, Sherman thinks sheâs annoying. Sherman is secretly grateful that he doesnât have be home all the time and can live in the residential hall at school during the week.Â
However that all changes when the winter sports season rolls around. Both are basketball players and its one of the few things they have in common. Every weekend is spent playing one on one games until the sun sets as practice. During the course of this, their adversarial is no longer as unofficial siblings, but as players on the court.Â
Luz learns ASL during the breaks between their games and Sherman learns Luz isnât as annoying as he once thought. Their practices intensify but in an effort to push each other further and further towards excellence. It all comes to a head when Shermanâs team wins their Western States Basketball & Cheerleader Classic Championships title and Luzâs school wins their division title.
Sherman falls in love with the Lakers â less about their skill in winning the National Basketball Association championship than simple, letâs say, admiration for Magic Johnson. Luz is pissed ( âThe Trailblazers are so much better Tank, use your damn smartass head.â ) and at one point jokingly teases that Sherman must have a crush on Magic Johnson due to the massive poster on his wall. Sherman doesnât talk to her for a week out of anger and Luz figures out that Sherman is gay before Sherman even realizes he is. Luz carefully broaches the subject and Sherman admits that yes, heâs interested in guys rather than girls. Luz completely supports him and asks him if he wants to come out. Sherman says yes, but he just doesnât know how to.Â
At the end of June, just as summer is starting, Luz throws two bus tickets to Seattle on his bed saying theyâre going to see a Mariners game at the Kingdome. When they got to Seattle ( Lynda and Grace knew what theyâre actually doing, as Luz had a secret planning meeting with them as both knew Sherman was gay, everyone in his family knew he was before he knew ), Luz instead guides them downtown, right into the middle of the 6th Annual Seattle Pride Festival. Sherman is at first nervous but when he meets other boys his age marching, Sherman becomes overjoyed that heâs not alone. When they get home, Grace and Lynda have a cake waiting for Sherman at home proclaiming that theyâre proud of him for coming out.
Luz became his best friend after that, and the summer passed in a blur of pick up games and a part time job at a dog care service. Another year sped by and Sherman graduated. Sherman honestly thinks that without Luzâs support, he would have never thought he would apply for college.
hobbit au + mason
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They have neighboring hobbit holes and if Sherman was completely honest, heâs a bit envious of Masonâs. The healer always had better petunias and his door is painted the perfect shade of green that Sherman has never quite been able to get.
Sherman first met Mason a month after finishing construction on his home when he got a fishing hook stuck in his thumb. He also accidentally smacked Mason in the face with his pole when Mason pulled the hook out. Sherman apologized the next day with a basket of lavender and lemon muffins and a jar of orange marmalade.
They soon fell into the habit of spending afternoon tea at one or the otherâs house. Mason was one of the Hobbits who seemed to accept the fact Sherman could swim, and Sherman They both talked about how exciting going outside of the Shire would be but could never seem to summon up the courage to do so until a year into their friendship when the siren call of adventure swept them off their feet.
Mason realized he needed a healing herb he couldnât find in the Shire and so he had to travel to Bree to trade with humans. He invited Sherman along, saying this would be their great adventure. They made it to Bree and Mason had secured the needed herbs when a human pressed them for the two Hobbits to join his party for more gold than they could ever imagine.Â
After much debate, they both agreed to go off. They sent letters to their various siblings to look after their homes and went with the humans to Rohan, to return a missive that had been taken by bandits on the road from a carrier. The party needed the Hobbits to act as scouts as they would escape notice far easier than humans. After a month of travel they made it and were indeed rewarded handsomely for their quest. They eventually returned home to the Shire, ready for another adventure soon.
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Aiden, all day, had half a mind to run to Luzâs bedroom to see Sherman once he had been told that Sherman had returned. When patrol came to notify him, he slumped in his chair, head falling back in relief as if he had just been saved an inch from death. He immediately wanted to run to Sherman but he knew he needed to give Luz and Sherman time to talk. There was a lot to be discussed with Sherman but it had to wait. His heart pulled for Luz in the most tremendous of ways â she was getting a reunion that not many were granted in this new life.
Aiden hadnât seen him at first, as Sherman hung off to the side not wanting to interrupt, but Aiden could feel the sudden presence of someone in his peripheral. When he turned to see him, expecting it to be possibly a carer or hunter, his eyes met with Shermanâs and he stood, frozen. Aiden knew he was back ( he was always notified about anyone entering camp ) but the fact that heâ was now laying eyes on his figure still felt as though he had never known he was back. It hit him harder than he had expected. It was such an overwhelming sense of relief to see him, unharmed. As he signed âhelloâ, Aiden instinctively clapped Shermanâs shoulder blade, bringing him into a hug. It was unlike Aiden, everyone knew, but his body had moved and decided before even his brain caught up to him. âJesus fucking ChristâŠâ He muttered, taking a step back and glancing down at the notepad. Seeing it, he knew what it meant. He took the board and drew, lifting it to face Sherman to read. ââYouâre dead.â
The hug felt like he was back home. Sherman wasnât ashamed to admit it but ever since Aiden saved him after the high school burned, he considered the older man to be like a father figure. Aiden was far more of a father than the man who contributed half his genes to Sherman and left when it became too hard for him. Â Sherman had forgotten how his fatherâs weight was in vibrations coming towards him, how the texture of his hair felt when he rested on his fatherâs shoulders, all the little details. Sherman had even forgotten the color of his eyes. Yet Aiden, while he might know every single detail, was someone he couldnât ever forget.
When Sherman saw the notepad and Aidenâs words, he let out a stuttered laugh as he took it back. âNot yet. Get in line, Luz wants her turn first.â He knew what the Capitolâs leader really meant. Sherman had been away for a little over three months, and in this new world â that was as good as dead. Sherman had essentially risen from the dead, and not like the corpses outside. Everyone looked at him like he was a ghost, like he would disappear if they looked away, but he had felt more ghostlike when he first lived here and Sherman didnât want to be a ghost anymore. He had come back and survived and it was time for him to recognize that.
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ââĄâ SHERMAN DOYLE
The first time Luz discovered that Sherman could enjoy music, her mom had reminded her of the movie Mr. Hollandâs Opus ( how is it that children can learn so easily from film? ). It had been difficult for a young girl whoâd never known a deaf person to comprehend that he could be both deaf and still hear. Sheâd been so happy that sheâd brought him her CD collectionâa zipper-packed grouping with artists like Nelly, Wu-Tang, Aaliyah, and Mary J. Blige. The dismay of an older brother who wasnât interested in her billboard hip-hop albums or her incessant chattering hadnât lasted long. No, Luz had been determined to make him like her and she had succeeded. God had kept them together somehow and even though He had taken Sherman away, He had brought him back. Sherman had brought himself back.
There should have been a comfort in his words. Wasnât an earthquake. Instead, the unknown frightened her much more. Thereâd been that weird explosion all those months ago. Were bombs even possible now? She didnât know much about itânuclear holocaust had frightened Luz more than zombies and yet here she was, perhaps in the center of both. As he lectured her about the earthquake response, Luz felt the first true smile in months curl her lips in mock annoyance as she shoved him playfully before signing âshut up, know-it-allâ rapidly with an ever-widening grin.
âYou knowâ Luz began fingers shaking like the glass in the window would have, had it been a real earthquake and not whatever it truly was, setting aside the fears the strange noise had invoked within her to recognize the humor in her brotherâs teasing. So quickly old roles could be resumed. More than anything, she wanted to pretend like nothing had ever happened, but there was a crack in her that spilled out something new and dark. It would take time to fill. âThat sounded really close. There was thatâbig noise that brought all those dead guys. We should probably get to Aiden, right?â Her brows knitted togetherâthe question mark of ASL. âHeâll know what to do.â
Though the sound was the terrifying part initially, it was the walkers they drew that were much more concerning. Or it could mean raiders again, theyâd sure as hell brought a ton of noise when theyâd destroyed all of the old camps, but it was the dust in the air that vexed her most. âWhat is that anyway, Tank? Do you think it was a tornado or like a dust devil orâŠwhat?â
He could see that Luz was scared. He wasnât sure if he was more scared than her or not, it was hard for him to tell. She had changed in some way. Sherman knew it, in how she set aside the fear and tried to disguise it, like Sherman was a stranger. And he knew it was only his fault for that. HIs attention was split between talking and watching the advancing dust cloud. It was about to engulf the front lawn and would the Capitol a few seconds later. "Yeah, Aiden would be a good bet.â
Her point of the dead coming out due to the noise was a valid one, and Sherman could only think of the last time they had heard this level of sound. There were raiders then, and Sherman could feel the slow slide of fear sweat start rolling down the back of his neck. âI donât know. Thereâs a lot of dust, I hope all the windows are closed.â
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sherman.
     RUSHED as the words were that tumbled from his lips as Topher finally released his friend from the tight grasp that enveloped him ( and it was tight â fingers wound into the soft fabric of his shirt as he held him close for several seconds ) they still werenât quick enough to keep pace with the tumult of thoughts, of questions and confessions and curiosities that FLOODED the forefront of his mind. He stumbled and tripped over them â more so than usual, even with the distinctive â s t o n e r  s l u r â that often had his syllables MELTING together â all the way up until the other man lifted a hand as if to silently STOP his sudden rambling. The gesture had him trailing off, sheepish as he glanced toward the floor and tugged a hand through his messy curls. ( He had a tendency to be a bit EXCITABLE at times, a trait he was aware could be o v e r w h e l m i n g in certain contexts â MOST contexts anymore. ) Dark eyes lifted back to Sherman  to catch the SECOND gesture, and though it took several seconds â Topher blamed the BLUE DREAM he smoked with Ada on top of the van that morning, maybe heâd packed ONE bowl too many â it suddenly dawned on him what Sherman was trying to say. But with understanding came immediate and inevitable CONCERN. The shift was visible in his features; in the faint furrow of his brow, the fall of the perpetual upward tilt at the corners of his lips. Sherman couldnât hear him. He couldnât hear, period.Â
     Topher knew that Sherman was deaf. Heâd known for a while, long enough that he could â and DID, especially now â feel guilty that heâd s t i l l yet to work up the nerve to really ask Luz to help him learn ASL. ( He almost did on several separate occasions, but more often than not he was stoned when it came to mind and Topher, who was notoriously rambling and tangential even when he WASNâT high as a kite, didnât want to accidentally start waxing poetic to Luz about her brother and how he wants to know him, about how thatâs just one more facet on the GEM of a soul he sometimes found himself enamored with. N O P E. )  But Topher hadnât ever known Sherman without a functioning sound processor. Heâd never really not been able to just â strike up a conversation with him, seek him out after catching a buzz with his sister and ZONE to the familiar sound of his voice. As his gaze dropped to the notepad, he couldnât help but wonder if heâd maybe taken what was a GIFT for granted. It wasnât that Topher  minded writing â truth be told, he was and would always be GRATEFUL to have a conversation with Sherman in any form â but, well â NO, no buts. ( He just missed that VOICE maybe a little bit every now and then, alright? The Capitol, it just felt so⊠quiet anymore, and Sherman had always been someone he knew he could talk to. Lately, when heâd show up and Luz was  a w a y  â either in body or in mind, and at times both both â Topher couldnât help but reminisce about the hours heâd spend with Sherman while they waited for her to come  H O M E. )Â
     Nodding toward the writing utensil he still held as if to wordlessly ask permission first, Topher reached out to slip the pen from Shermanâs hand before turning his attention back to the pad of paper. But what should he write? There were so many things he wanted to SAY, so many questions he wanted to ASK:
         â Are you okay? â    â What happened to your sound processor? â    â Where did you go? â   â Did you find Grace and Lynda? â    â  How long have you been back? â    â Does Luz know youâre here? âÂ
CURIOSITIES sprung up in his mind like weeds in an overgrown garden, but none of them were written down. With the exception of the first question â one that Sherman kinda answered in his handwritten explanation anyway â it just didnât seem right to ASK any of them. Heâd read the note Sherman wrote Luz before he left â when he found her crumpled on the floor of her room that morning, SOBBING so hard she could barely catch her breath, she held it out to him, an explanation in place of the one she struggled to string together through her tears â and he knew the trip Sherman went on was a personal one, one that was close to his heart. He was looking for his F A M I L Y. Even if he couldnât relate, Topher could still understand, still empathize with the want and the HOPE to reconnect with loved ones â especially now. The last thing he wanted was to make the situation â to make Sherman uncomfortable by asking the wrong question or overstepping a boundary and asking too much. If ever he wanted to talk about it, Topher wouldnât hesitate to listen, but he wouldnât press him for information about his absence. ( The gardener had a feeling heâd probably be getting enough questions from everyone else anyway. ) Finally touching the pen to paper, he wrote out a short, sincere response in his left-handed, lopsided scrawl and held up the notepad:
                                  â im glad youre okay                                i missed the hell outta you  â
And then, scribbled beneath just before he turned it around:
                                 â i think everyone did â
As Sherman read the short response, something caught in his throat. A lump of undissolved sugar in a mug of tea, a rock in his shoe, a sock caught in the sheets that made a bump in an otherwise smooth bed but not as easy to get rid of as any of those things. Sherman realized, as he looked at the slanted words, he missed Topher more than he thought he had.Â
There was something comforting in seeing his friend again, he just wished he could hear his familiar long-winded rambles â the golden honey of Topherâs voice being the perfect sound of long evenings. And Sherman ached to hear it again. âI missed you a lot too.â He paused in his writing, trying to limit everything his wanted to say. âYouâre okay too?â
( » » tasks | 027 ; because we are mortal. )
"When the grasshoppers die they go and inform the Muses in heaven who honours them on earth. They win the love of Terpsichore for the dancers by their report of them." â Plato, Phaedrus 259
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