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andythane:

ANDY.

Thanksgiving had gone off without a hitch, the day being the perfect mixture of good food, time with the family (and thankfully his Ma, too), and watching the game. Once dinner was said and done and they were all left to their own devices — He found himself in the kitchen with Wes, brow arched as the man spoke. His friend had certainly stepped up when it came to fatherhood, especially since he was thrown into single fatherhood — Though he wouldn’t put it past Wes to suggest getting high between dinner and dessert. Honestly, Andy was kind of surprised he hadn’t. “S’the kinda stuff ya save for after bedtime,” he points out with a knowing look, having spent plenty of nights on the back porch with Rowan, sharing a joint while the baby monitor sat between them. “M’willin’ to make an exception. C’mon, we can go out to my workshop. We got time to kill.” He nods towards the back door, leading the way.

“Yeah, but it’s not like we can drink,” And that’s something people didn’t save for after bedtime on Holidays. At least, that was how he was making himself feel less like a bad father for wanting to get high. “It takes a lot to actually get me high anyways.” He was a pretty big man with a big tolerance. Wes follows suit, though he knows the way at this point in his life. "We’re not gonna get in trouble with Ro, right?” He asked, knowing that this wasn’t a typical day for them. It was Thanksgiving, after all, but that wasn’t going to stop him if Andy agreed to it. “I feel like you got more and more people that show up every year for Thanksgiving. Is it bad we’re not sharin’ the stash?”

#//there i REDID IT NOW EVERYONE LEAVE ME ALONE #{ conversation }#{ andythane }

harpercarmichael:

HARPER.

“No Wesley, I haven’t,” Harper confirmed, assuming that this conversation was more entertaining than a single episode of the show. But she’d throw him a bone since apparently it was an insult. “Tell you what. I’ve needed a good laugh lately so I’ll watch one and report back. Deal?” She most likely would forget to, but what’s the harm. “Come by Calliope, I doubt she’ll mind unless there’s like a fire. Hang out at the bar. It’s been too long since you and me hung out, anyways.”

"You’re really missing out. I’m gonna practically raise Ryan on that show.” He wasn’t sure how he would, but he’d definitely have his son quoting the show at least. “You’re gonna watch one without any context? I gotta give you like the details of the show, at least. You can’t totally just jump into it blind.” She actually could, but maybe he wanted to watch with her. “I’m gonna have to stick to water, though. Won’t the bartenders kick me out when they realize they’re not gonna be makin’ money off of me? Do I get a food discount too?”

#{ conversation }#{ harpercarmichael }

bowieleblanc:

BOWIE.

“Just some jambalaya, and not to brag, baby, but nobody make jambalaya better than me,” Bowie teases, smiling at Wes before turning their attention back to the pot. It’s just a joke, really. Everybody in the LeBlanc family swear up and down they all make the best something, but Bowie can definitely keep up with the best of them in the kitchen. They learned from being a child watching their momma, and their maw maw, and their teedy cook, and so they believe kids absolutely belong in the kitchen. And even though Ryan’s not going to retain any of this, it’s why they have him attached to their hip. “No, don’t say that! He gotta stay a baby forever,” They laugh, though they know that’s nothing more than wishful thinking. It seemed the little boy got bigger every time they saw him. “Alrighty, I was just checkin’. And baby, you don’t have to thank you. If I didn’t wanna do this for y’all, I wouldn’t be here,” They chuckle. “Grab some plates for me. I think we ready,” Bowie glances over at him, grinning.

"I wasn’t even gonna suggest that anyone made it better than you.” Though it was definitely a Louisiana tradition, he’d let them have this, because he wasn’t a good measurer of what the best jambalaya was. “He’s gonna be like walking real soon. He pulled himself up for the first time the other day.” It was only a matter of time until he started walking. “You’re very southernly hospitable.” He told them as he went to grab some plates for them. “I got the throw away ones if that’s okay. We don’t have anything fancy over here.” He grabbed two plates for them, and placed them down on the counter. “You want me to take him or put the stuff in the plates?”

#{ conversation }#{ bowieleblanc }

dracarolinas

Craig + baby Nick

#{ visage }#ft. ryan

summcrscng:

SUMMER.

┼

Summer had been heading back to her car after grabbing a cup of coffee for the afternoon. Admittedly, it wasn’t like she needed the caffeine but she knew tonight might end up being a long one for her so a quick run wouldn’t kill her. Her eyes widen when she sees the scene unfolding (and the wipes) and while she’s not the quickest to move, she does move after a moment. “Yeah, here, let me get it,” she insists, leaning down to pick up the dropped items. “Wow, I guess I have to follow you around more often or… at all,” she corrects with a smile, handing over the wipes. “Do you need me to hold him while you put that stuff away?” she asks. While Summer isn’t the best with kids, she knows how to hold them. “We’ll be here thinking about a chocolate chip cookie.”

“You’re my fuckin’ savior today.” He let out a sigh of relief. "You can follow me around but I promise that my life’s anythin’ but interesting these days. It’s mainly me and Ryan going out to get the basics.” And ignoring any urges he had when it came to passing the liquor stores. He then shifted Ryan, “I mean if you don’t mind,” Though he was already passing him off. “My bag’s a mess. I gotta ask Rowan to reorganize it for me.” He felt bad making her do all that shit for him, but he needed all the help he could. “You just want one chocolate chip cookie? I was gonna get you like some chips ahoy.”

#{ conversation }#{ summersecng }

harpercarmichael:

HARPER.

Harper hoped the blank stare she levelled him with was answer enough. She had never seen an episode of Impractical Jokers, and she would be perfectly content with that never changing. “I won’t lie to you Wesley,” She said with a wink. “Anyways, I’m sure the customer would be extremely upset to learn that you’re not taking his bike seriously just because you can’t see it.” Quirking an eyebrow up in a mock challenge, Harper shrugged. “Whenever you want, sir. You know where I live! Visiting works both ways y’know.”

He was almost caught off guard when she basically said she hadn’t seen an episode before. “You’ve never seen Impractical Jokers? That’s like an insult, Harp.” An insult because half of his personality came from that show. “Imagine me and Andy doin’ a prank show, that’s basically what it is.” He’d watch it, honestly. “Yeah, I know visiting works both ways but I got Ryan and it’s still a struggle to get him into that carseat sometimes. Who knew carseats could be so complicated?” He always texted Ro a picture to make sure that he was buckled in the right position. “Maybe I’ll have to start showin’ up at Calliope more. Can you hang while you work or would Reina get pissed?”

#{ conversation }#{ harpercarmichael }

amoritagrijalva:

AMORITA.

Closed starter for @wesleyevans

She probably looked ridiculous waddling up to the door, arms overflowing with bags of Christmas décor. Hesitation was what she would be met with, but she couldn’t imagine any child not being engulfed by the magic of Christmas. Blame it on her mother or the movies; either way she felt the need to go overboard during the holiday season and that included spending money on the people she was closest to. That included Wes, who had recently found out that he had a baby and its what led her to his place.

A sad attempt at a knock was made before she thought to put the bags down. The excitement was obviously clouding the tiniest of judgements, but she couldn’t shake it. She was one of those. Thanksgiving hadn’t even passed yet and there she was with a fully decorated Douglas Fir in her living room. “You have to promise me you won’t tell me to leave.” The grin on her face struggled to hide behind serious features when the door opened. “There’s stuff in here for you too..” Tone was melodic as the grin finally fully took over and she picked up the bags, ready to show her haul to a half excited audience.

Ryan was chilling in his baby bouncer when Wes heard a knock at the door. Watching Ryan out of the corner of his eye, he went to the door, a bit surprised to find Amorita there. Not because they weren’t friends but because of what she was carrying. “You could’ve taken two trips, you know,” Or he at least could’ve helped her. “You’re not even inside yet, I’m not gonna make you leave.” He welcomed the help or company, whichever he could get. Sometimes he felt a little isolated at home when it was just him and Ryan and he hadn’t really seen anyone in a few days. But Ryan came first. He moved out of the way of the door to let her in, though that didn’t stop him from being nosy as fuck. “So what’d you get for me?” He asked excitedly as he rubbed his hands together.

#{ conversation }#{ amoritagrijalva }

@andythane

Thanesgiving

What a difference it had been since last Thanksgiving. He had Ryan now where last year he was childless and still with his ex. With Ryan in the other room, bouncing on someone’s lap, he went to find Andy. “You got no idea how badly I wanted to bring somethin’ for us to smoke between dinner and dessert but y’know, we’re dadding now and all. It’s not appropriate to do right now, right?” He was asking for approval to do it more than anything. “I got one in my pocket, actually.”

#{ conversation }#{ andythane }

fassylovergallery

#{ visage }#//top left such a wes look

harpercarmichael:

HARPER.

Glancing up at Wes, Harper tried to hide a tired grin. “Invisible bike huh? What, are you not qualified for that?” Teasing quietly, she leaned against the back of the couch she had settled on, still glancing at the sleeping child in the play pen. “I mean feel free to go off still. Just a warning though all I’ll be able to do is smile and nod; ‘m not qualified for mechanic talk.” Running fingers through her hair, Harper scoffed. “Oh god no. I bought a fresh baguette from the grocery store. I needed to distract myself not commit hours to baking bread. But don’t worry I got a whole other baguette at home that has your name on it.”

“Yeah, it’s makin’ me feel like I’m watching an episode of Impractical Jokers. Please tell me you’ve at least seen an episode before.” He knew that it wasn’t the most popular show in the world but it was so damn entertaining. “You’re probably more qualified than you think. If you know your oil needs to be changed every six months or so, depending on the miles, you’re way ahead of most people.” He always considered Harper smart to begin with. “When am I gonna be able to get this baguette then? Cause this is sounding really good. And you’re makin’ me really hungry.”

#{ conversation }#{ harpercarmichael }

@sawyergraves

Primordial Clubhouse, lunchtime

Admist the chaos of getting Ryan prepared for the day with his sitter since Wes was working all day, he forgot to pack a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for himself. Once lunchtime came around, he really didn’t feel like going out either. So that left him with one option: going to the Clubhouse to see what was in the fridge. He had settled on what looked like chicken, he wasn’t totally sure. He had taken one bite and made a face as he spit out the food. Once he saw Sawyer up there, he felt like he needed to explain himself. “Don’t go for whatever’s in the fridge. Definitely expired. I dunno if that’s chicken or shrimp. I dunno, man.”

#{ conversation }#{ sawyergraves }#food tw

@summcrscng

Random Olympus Street

There was only so many hands he had, and with the diaper bag in one hand and Ryan in the other, Wes was struggling. He should’ve brought the stroller, he knew that now, but it was a little too late. Wipes fell out of his bag and he stopped in his tracks trying to bend down. When he saw another figure approaching, he couldn’t help but call out. “Summer, hey, do you mind grabbin’ that?” That wasn’t how he wanted to start off the conversation with an old friend that he hadn’t really spoken to in a while, but he was desperate. “At least it’s not a dirty diaper. I’ll pay you back in food.”

#{ summersecng }#{ conversation }

harpercarmichael:

HARPER.

@wesleyevans

She had to get out of her house. All of her spare time lately has been behind the four walls of her home, and her kitchen specifically. And while it was November, Louisiana didn’t get the memo and using her oven was not helping the heat situation. So once her newest endeavor - fresh baguette garlic bread - was finished, Harper packed it all up and figured she’d make a stop at the shop. Not only could she pass the food onto the club, she could demand to see Jeremiah’s little girl - two birds with one stone. The trip there wasn’t long, and when the chef got out of her SUV she noticed the lack of cars in the parking lot. Maybe that meant things weren’t too crazy in there and her presence wouldn’t be unwanted. Honestly she was hoping she could lurk around a little longer - desperately needing to be around other people for a few hours.

Once the food was passed to the shop owner, Jer asked her to watch Leighton nap as he dropped the food off to the clubhouse and checked up on the mechanics. Agreeing almost instantly, Harper made herself comfortable on the couch in the man’s office. Raising her head when she heard the door open again, the chef started talking before she saw who walked in. “She hasn’t woken up - I don’t know what you’re whining about Jer she’s a -” Finally glancing up at the newcomer, Harper grinned as it wasn’t Jer in the doorway. “Oh Wes, I didn’t know you were working today.” Sitting up a little straighter, she crossed her ankles and rested her chin in her hand. “You just missed the garlic bread - Jer brought it to the clubhouse.”

Sometimes work went by pretty fast. Sometimes it went by slow. It just depended on how busy he was. He had just finished another routine oil change when one of the town drunk’s came running in. Not today. He couldn’t deal with it. He grabbed a towel to wipe his hands up as he walked up to Jer’s office. He was going up to tell him that this same guy had stopped by, insisting that Wes fix a bike that was not there.

“Harp, hey.” This was a nice surprise. “Didn’t know you were here either. I was about to start goin’ off about one of the dudes that keeps trying to get me to fix his invisible bike.” He shook his head, “Even my patience is runnin’ out. Anyways, you brought garlic bread and didn’t immediately give it to me? That’s like my weakness. My kryptonite. And I’m sure yours is really good. Did you make the bread too?”

#{ harpercarmichael }#{ conversation }

andrsmarquz:

ANDRES.

STARTER FOR ANYONE

LOCATION: ON THE STREETS

“Officer, I’m not trying to break into the fucking car…” Andres had pinched the bridge of his nose. The thing was, the car belonged to someone who he’d disposed of and now he was meant to get rid of the car as well. Just as the police officer was about to enter the license plate to get the information, Andres pointed towards a nearby passerby.

“Ah! Here’s the owner now. I was waiting for them to come out of the store.” He marched up to the person with a pained smile on his face. “I’ll give you a hundred dollars if you play along.” A decent deal, he felt. If not, he’d probably have to explain this whole scenario to his shit lawyer who would cost him an arm and a damn leg.

Wes was in the right place at the right time considering that Andres was lucky he was walking back to his bike. However, he was a little confused when Andres started talking about the car in front of them. It wasn’t his. Thankfully he told him to play along, because he probably wouldn’t have caught on by himself. “Yeah man, this is my car.” He pretended to dig for his non existent keys in his pocket. Then he figured he could use his bike’s keys to show the officer, “Look.” He said as he pulled out his keys. “My car. So we’re all good. Andres was just waitin’ for me.”

#{ andrsmarquz }#{ conversation }

rothane:

RO.

✽

“Doesn’t matter if it was on purpose or not, it still happened,” she rationalizes with a shrug of her shoulders, tilting her head in his direction. She scoffs next, rolling her eyes and finishing up cutting the fruit and beginning to sort it into the four small bowls lined up on the counter in front of her. “If If I stab you I’m not gonna patch you up — how’s that gonna teach you anything?” A humorless laugh leaves her, glancing up at him from the corner of her eye. She’s glad to hear he hadn’t been stung though, knowing it had definitely been a risk with the job she’d sent him on. “Snack time — Benny came and asked for somethin’ to eat and I figured the babies would all be hungry too. There’s a bunch of extra if you want anything,” she nods towards the fridge where there are about a billion containers of leftovers. “Thanks for doin’ that, by the way. Seriously, I owe you.”

“Next time tell the shit to not get on my shoes.” How he didn’t notice, it wasn’t shocking to him but it probably should’ve been. “It’s gonna teach me that I don’t wanna get stabbed by you again but that you’ll also always be there for me.” He gave her a teasing smile, “What else are sisters for if they don’t patch you up after hurtin’ you?” He then nodded and headed towards the fridge to see if he could find something. “Owe me for what? Ro, how many times have you saved my ass?” A lot of times, he knew that, “The least I could do is risk gettin’ stung by a few bees to make yours or the kids’ lives easier.”

#{ rothane }#{ conversation }

outofcontextarthur

#{ ft. rowan }#{ musings }

What is your favorite thing about your career?

"I dunno what the hell a career counts as. But I'll tell you my favorite thing about my job and that’s gettin’ to annoy Andy almost everyday.”

#{ honesty hour }

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