Apr 13, 2021
york silk & son scotch, rest in violence
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york silk & son scotch, rest in violence
Someone come get Son Scotch out of the Hall the Monitor is a horrible babysitter and keeps offering him beer when the responsible adults aren’t looking
Well now I’m thinking about my wholesome Son Scotch seista road trip fic again because of course I am
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My friend and I were talking about the legality of cross country roadtripping with your learner’s permit the other day (I don’t know why either) and I looked into it and found that in most states in the country you can, in fact, drive with an out of state learner’s permit.
And I know, at least in my state, there are a required number of hours you have to drive with your parent/guardian in order to apply for your license. And a roadtrip would definitely be enough time to get those hours in, even if you didn’t go that far or couldn’t legally drive everywhere you visited.
Point is. Siesta is long and it is time for Son Scotch to get his driver’s liscense (and visit his friends along the way)
Commissson for @//Alisadblase on twitter!
A hip and hot spy fact: Son’s ‘everyone’s son’ magic doesnt work on kids and teens, they juts become Son’s sibling!
You don’t have asks on on your side account so I’m sending it here but if you did any spies stuff I’d scream, but maybe Son + NaN and comics?
Ok that’s annoying I’ll just reblog it over there, anyways.
Son comes barreling down one of Sigmund’s hallways, rushing to NaN’s room and nearly knocking down the door.
“Guess what my dad got me!” He yells, throwing the door open.
“Which one?” NaN asks, not actually expecting an answer, judging by how excited he is.
“Not important! What is important, is this.” Son holds out a plastic covered comic from 40 something years ago, colors just as bright as the day they were printed.
NaN stares for a moment, glitching a bit as excitement builds. “SON HOLY SHIT!”
I miss the past spies I hope Miki is doing a concert in the Hall 💜💙