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"You didn't see that..."

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slurred words

Dallas Church was a man who made it a point not to get particularly drunk in public. According to his husband, he could be a loud-mouthed, sneering ‘loud-mouthed peacocking sunavabitch’ behind closed doors: he was proud of this fact, but he never forgot the value of silence and self-control. 

Jesus Mary Joseph, he chafed against the restrictions at times, a horse champing at the bit, but there was no looking back, neither of them had that luxury—— silence and self-control. 

When he was under the influence of strong liquor, he was a grabby, handsy bastard who gave the impression of smoking strong pot after he’d downed a couple of painkillers. Silence and self-control became abstract and unimportant concepts to him, particularly when he had a shiny table to pet or the sleeves of his own coat to stroke.

That night, he’d had just enough vodka that he’d reached the petting stage. As he settled his pale hand with its long, elegant fingers along the shoulder of the nosy-as-fuck reporter. “What you don’t know about my husband could fill a book.”

(Dallas was drunk; it was lucky for them both he wasn’t drunk enough.)

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"Hey. Hey, Thor, hey. You should smile more, you know? You're kind of like, offputting."

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Thanksgiving Hardships of Rich White People- Nell and Shar

//I wrote this under the influence. ... I apologize. I'm also too lazy to look up proper methods of how rescues would transport multiple turkeythings at one time, so... you know. super serious rp abounds//

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The November air was crisp-- apple crisp, Sharon Puttyfoot decided with a small and certain nod of her head. "Chicka-chicka-chick-a!" she trilled, ignoring or outright oblivious to the the vaguely irritated looks angled in her direction by the volunteers of the Hands Helping Wings Poultry Rescue (Hamptons Branch). For their part, the turkeys in their large dog carriers were less than impressed, warbling crossly behind the wire doors.

Shar was married to a rather surly sort of man and often accompanied by a rooster. She was also the mother of a wide-eyed, curly haired moppet of a daughter: she was no stranger to cross noises, and went so far as to let out a dismissive puff of a sound at a turkey who had the nerve to lunge at wire grating with the intent to peck. "Oh, enough," she told the bird, and gave a little grunt as the massive crate was passed off to her. "One hour from now and you'll be happy as a turkey who survived Thanksgiving." For her trouble, she received another warble, and an evil-eyed look from the contents of the carrier.

That one was her favorite, she decided, and hopped with surprising deftness into the back of the truck. Her knee popped in spite of the fact, and she winced, stooping to rub at the spot.

"All right?" one of her companions asked, adjusting the baseball cap on her head.

Shar poked at her leg with token curiosity as her brows knit. Then, she glanced up, sounding faintly baffled as she replied, "You know, I haven't the faintest idea if I got around to telling Nell about becoming the proud protectors of... pilfered poult..." She trailed off, raised her eyebrows before clearing her throat. "How about that? Alliteration."

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//both of ours because i'm greeeeedy//

//For an earlier ‘ship’ meme! Shar and Nell. I have several asks for Dante/Dallas, so I’ll address them in another ask. <3 //

Send me a ship….

…and I’ll tell you who holds what.  Ready?

The umbrella, when it rains - Shar, probably, but she’d be quite willing to switch things up! There’s something enchanting about being able to spin an umbrella about in the rain. Nell would probably stand in the rain and glower.

The popcorn at the cinema - Shar! It would be a big tub that the whole family could fit their hands into, however. They might play rock, paper, scissors to see who gets to choose the flavored seasoning that time around.

The baby, when it cries - Both, but Nell is a lighter sleeper, and would probably sneak into the nursery only to go “>_>” whenever caught when Eliza was a baby.

The ice cream cone, when they share - Nell, so that Shar could have fun darting in to take a big bite of it and make a mess!

The remote, when they sit down to watch a movie - Nell. Shar likes to think she’s the boss of everything, and she figures the least she could do is let him have the remote. 

The basket, when they go shopping - Nell probably avoids the comfortable domesticity of grocery shopping, and truth be told, there’s probably a staff-type person who shops for the basics. When shopping for high-end, Barefoot Contessa-type food items, Nell probably has Shar hold the basket to prevent her from being Miss Grabbyhands and buying whatever she wants.

The door, on dates - Nell, unless Shar feels like playing the role of a dashing gent!

The other’s hand, most often - Shar! She loves a good hand holding, and Nell does have such wonderfully strong hands, after all.

Their breath, upon seeing the other on their wedding day - Nell, most likely. Shar goes all out on occasions like those, and she’s quite used to looking fancy and sparkly for cameras. (She would have been absolutely delighted when Nell caught his breath!)

The camera, when they take pictures together - Nell probably avoids having his picture taken, and probably bogarts the camera to have some sense of control during Family Photo Time.

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Further Adventures in Simming

Fabulous nerdysims dork screenshots below the cut. References to spazzasaurus-rex and the-accursed's muses here, as they've kindly 'donated' to my Sims game.

Guest Starring Sims No One Cares About: Katrin Fairfax-Church, Dallas Fairfax-Church, Tess McKay, and-- *deep breath*-- One McKay, Three McKay, Four McKay, Five McKay, Six McKay, and... Thrad McKay.

Ever the excellent father, Dante takes his magical m-preg baby to the local werewolf tavern.

Katrin: It's after midnight. I can't believe you took me to a bar. You're a horrible parental figure. I'm telling Dad, I--

Dante: You are your mother's daughter...

(In her defense, she has a right to be concerned about Dante's parenting skills.)

Thankfully, Fire Captain Tess McKay was there to put out the fire before things became dangerous.

Moonlight Falls being the friendly little town of supernatural critters it is, it's only a matter of time before an even worse father before the local King of the Fey shows up.

Malekith: *whispers* I am going to fucking murder you.

Dante: *smile*

Dante's Internal Monologue: 'I will raze your home to the ground and drive all seven of your children into the wilderness to live as dogs.'

Malekith's Internal Monologue: 'Please tell me he plans to drive all seven of my children-- and Virginia-- into the wilderness to live as dogs.'

Malekith's Internal Monologue: 'It wouldn't be much of a stretch.'

Let the games...

Begin.

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spazzasaurus-rex replied to your post:// eyy! Tis Munday!

omg your hair is so pretty how did you do that :x i try shit like that and my hair becomes a NEST.

// it's a mix of a messy twist and partying + being out and about till 6 am lol! But thank you!