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So this is a Chistmas story my mom told me while I was home recently and i thought y’all might enjoy.
So, one Christmas back in the 60′s, my great-grandmother was reminiscing about Christmas in England, and how they used to have pheasant for Christmas, but Ohio sucks and they’d never get to do something like that.
Well Shit! goes my grandfather, them woods are full of pheasants, I’ll get you one. So grandpa and a dubiously related man named “uncle popeye” went out with shotguns to get great-grandma a pheasant for Christmas dinner.
They’re gone for a LONG time. according to mom, they were basically expecting grandpa and Popeye to be gone for a few hours and come back with a store-bought chicken and apologies.
Instead, they come back eight hours later, covered in mud and freezing cold from the Cleveland winter, but Surprise! they have a Pheasant. Great-grandma gives them a lecture about staying out so long and worrying her, but agrees to dress the bird so they can all have a traditional English Roast Pheasant. Grandpa and Popeye retire to the living room to drink beer and talk about what great woodsmen they are when Great-grandma screams from the kitchen. “TOM!!” She bellows and literally every male in the house jumps because literally every man has been named “Tom” for three generations at that point. “THERE’S NO BULLET HOLE IN THIS BIRD.”
They both look massively sheepish and eventually admit that they hadn’t had much luck finding pheasants in the woods and were about to go to the store to get her a chicken when they… backed over the pheasant.
“Then what were you idiots doing in the woods for eight hours?” “We weren’t out there for THAT long-” Popeye starts before grandpa decks him. Grandma and Great-grandma have to menace them with wooden spoons to get the truth out, but eventually they take thier oversize hiking boots off to reveal bandages. Turns out they had only been in the woods for Two hours looking for pheasants before LITERALLY tripping over one, and they both reflexively aim at the ground and… Shoot each other in the foot. They hadn’t backed over the Pheasant in the woods. They’d backed over it in the Hospital parking lot.
And that’s the story of how my great-grandmother made a Roast Pheasant and the ladies of the house got to eat the whole thing while Grandpa and Popey had to watch.
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What is the most devastatingly beautiful thing you have ever read?
This passage from Carson McCullers’ The Ballad of the Sad Cafe. *sigh*
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In which Steve and Tony from Avengers Assemble open a counseling service for all the Steves and Tonys across the multiverse. God knows they need it. To celebrate #10yearsofstevetony ♥
“But Tony, doesn’t it seem like meddling?” Steve chewed at the corner of his lip. “Maybe the other versions of us won’t want to listen to what we have to say.”
“We are pretty stubborn, I’m sure that’s true in every universe,” Tony said with a grin. “But I’ve seen some of the places they come from. Things are not good there. They need our help, Steve.”
Steve heart swelled at the care Tony had for everyone, even if they were from a different universe. “You’re right, honey. Come on then. Let’s do this.”
“Okay,” Tony called out, taking his hand, matching wedding bands sat atop each other. “Send the first pair in.”
“Have you two ever spent any time together outside of a mission?” Tony asked, eyeing them strangely.
“Uhh. There was that one time we got shawarma,” Grumpy Steve said.
“That was right after a mission and you were half asleep. That doesn’t count,” Grumpy Tony said snappishly.
“So you’ve never actually… hung out? As friends? Like, at all?” Tony asked, seeming genuinely perplexed.
“Well. When you put it like that, not really, no,” Grumpy Steve admitted.
“I think we may have discovered the root of your issues,” Steve said with a sigh. “Why not try talking to each other, for god’s sake?”
“Because he hates me,” both Grumpy Steve and Grumpy Tony wailed in unison.
“He really doesn’t,” Steve and Tony both said firmly.
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I will say, thank you. I've been trying to get enough info to write a reasonably historical fic for a while, and now I have somewhere to start!
“Spain’s hegemony over the seas ended after the Armada’s defea-”
“The Anglo-spanish war (1585-1604) was a victory for Engl-”
“British Empire replaced Spanish Empire after 1588”
“Both Empires (Spanish and British) were even during X perio-”
“England and Spain have always been enemi-”
“England has always beaten the crap out of Spa-”
England/Spain is my OTP, and since I’ve read too many times things like the ones listed above I think some real historical stuff would be enlightening for everybody. So, shall we?
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So what are the odds that they never went to the same middle school, never played a match during highschool, but still retained a certain level of passion for basketball? And what if, they so happened to sit next to each other at the most anticipated basketball game of the year? Based on this prompt. Drabble dedicated to melontastic WHO FOUGHT ME and anna who also fought me but I lost. I lost hard. WARNING: OOC-ALMOST-JERKISH AKASHI
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