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richie tozier the legend

so, @eddiesbadbreak and @eddiekasp and I were in TEARS the other day over the idea of adult richie tozier being super connected and up to date with the high school kids and community so here we go :

-Richie goes to Dunkin Donuts every morning before work and gets his breakfast : black coffee and a cinnamon donut. He becomes friends with the employees there, and it gets to a point where his order his ready for him when he comes in every morning.

-“Here’s your coffee Mr. Tozier, your donut with be right out!”

-He tips HUGE and the kids literally argue over who gets to bring him his order.

-Sometimes he sits down and talks to the kids and they catch him up on what is going down at school

“Mr. Tozier, you won’t believe what happened yesterday at school.”

“Marcus, sit your ass down and tell me everything.”

~

“So Benny is cheating on Grace with Ashley?”

“Yeah, but listen Mr. Tozier, the quaterback of the football team-”

“Jeffrey?”

“Yeah, Jeffrey and Benny have been hooking up too-”

“HOLY SHIT!!”

“I know!!!”

~

“I haven’t seen Brenda lately, is she on vacation?”

“No Mr. Tozier she got fired last week.”

“Tell me everything Jared.”

~

-Everyone calls him Mr. Tozier

-Every time Richie and Eddie go out, it feels like they hear “Yeah Mr. Tozier!!” then Eddie yells back, “We are MARRIED!!!”

-Whenever the kids see Eddie they ask about Richie

“Hey Mr. Tozier hows the other Mr. Tozier?”

“He’s doing fine, Emma.”

“Tell Mr. Tozier I said hi! Bye Mr. Tozier!”

~

-Richie becomes the football announcer for all of the games and all of the kids love it because he over shares.

“And there goes Jacob Hudson! He’s coming in hot! This defense can’t seem to catch him! AaaaaaND TOUCHDOWN!!! What a great play, what a great kid, it’s truly a shame that his girlfriend is cheating on him, WHAT A NIGHT FOLKS!!!”

~

“Alright everybody it is now time for our player spotlight for tonight’s game. Tonight we have the one, the only, Rrrrrodger Rrrrranks! And folks let me tell you this kid has been playing the game since he could hold a football. Lets pray he makes it to the big time because this kid can’t make a cup of coffee for his life folks! Sorry Rodg, you suck at the food game, but not this game! Aaaand THAT’S tonight’s spotlight folks.”

~

-They sell tickets to the games solely because Richie is announcing.

-Eddie and Richie donate money to the school

-Richie chaperones at all of the school dances but he spikes the punch and ends up being the life of the party

-At the end of the school year, Richie throws a massive party at his big ass Beverly Hills mansion house.

-He picks four seniors and gets them to help him set up and plan the party. He lets them hire a DJ, make the guest list, and get the house ready.

-He fills the bottom of his pool with hundreds of red glow sticks

-He buys SO MUCH BOOZE and hires bartenders

-Eddie sets up a key jar and buys a bunch of condoms. He locks he & Richie’s bedroom but leaves the guest rooms open and leaves a bowl of condoms by the stairs.

-Richie calls the cab company and pays for them to be ready to drive kids home who have had too much to drink

-Richie gets super dressed up, he wears his red suit and yellow dress shoes and he slicks his hair back. He looks like a gameshow host

-All of the kids love his outfits and compliment him

-Richie gets hammered and stands of the roof, takes off his suit jacket and all the kids start yelling “TOZIER TOZIER TOZIER TOZIER” and he cannon-ball’s into the pool off the roof.

-Some of the girls get super drunk and try to flirt with him but Richie just laughs at them

-The next morning there are at least ten kids passed out somewhere in their house.

-Eddie goes around with a broom and pokes them awake then calls them a cab.

-Richie is super hungover

-Kids who couldn’t drive home stop by throughout the day to pick up their keys and their cars

-The Toziers are known as local legends

these moments | john shelby

@ateliefloresdaprimavera wanted, and I quote: “happy,married to the love of his life John and [reader] who’s like a daughter to Polly”

hope you like it, hun!

You marched down the street, half angry, half exhausted. Groups of kids were running up and down and you cast an eye out to check whether any of yours were there. Men tipped their caps to you as you passed and you barged your shoulder into Polly’s front door, slamming it behind you.

“I got fucking fired, didn’t I?”

“Lovely to see you too, sweetheart. Sit yourself down. Kettle’s just boiled, you can explain yourself”

You huffed, yanking your scarf off and chucking it over the back of a chair.

“Thanks Pol. Where’s the kids?”

“John’s got them”

“John’s got them?”

Polly cast a look up to you as she brewed the pot and smirked when she saw your confused look.

“He was showing Katie her numbers and the rest wouldn’t let them be, you know what they’re like”

“Sorry, no, go back – John’s got the kids? By himself?”

She chuckled to herself and slid a cup over to you.

“Sit yourself down. And explain”

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A Dangerous Game (Suho Mafia!au fic) Chapter 12 - Red

Warnings: blood

Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch. 3, Ch. 4, Ch. 5, Ch. 6, Ch. 7, Ch. 8, Ch. 9, Ch. 10, Ch. 11, Ch. 12, Ch. 13, Ch. 14, Ch. 15(M), Ch. 16, Ch. 17(M), Ch. 18, Ch. 19, Ch. 20, Ch. 21, Ch. 22, Bonus Chapter  


Red…

The color of passion, fresh apples, spring flowers, roses….and blood.

Looking down at my shaking hands which were stained red; my clothes, my shoes, my arms, my face…it all had red….

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PART 3!!!

Surprise I wanted to put it up now. Sorry I know it’s late a pretty lame update and it hecka sucks but #4 is about to be great. Love you guys!

Rating: PG maybe

It was impossible to sleep that night. The reveal of my art piece was approaching quickly and my nerves were catching up to me.

I got a text from my mum first thing in the morning saying she was so proud and excited to see me. I had picked out what I was going to wear weeks ago.

The black dress hug my porcelain curves, the red lipstick I boldly chose matches my red shoes and hang back.

I felt like I was going to something as significant as the Grammys. My dark hair falling in perfect ringlets as I curl it.

I arrived at the studio early, much earlier than required. I observed the blank space on the wall that would soon hold my masterpiece.

Artwork that I’ve tried to express multiple times in my teenage years but just finally was able to do.

My parents are the first to show up. They race to hug me.

I introduce them to the owner of the art gallery who I met while sketching at a coffee shop. My artwork caught his eye and he said he wanted to see more. I want to say it is because he liked my work more than the fact I was drawing a nude woman.

Many strangers show up. Already with still a half hour left until we start, there is a much bigger turnout than I expected.

The art covered walls feeling much closer together as my nervousness increases.

Calum, Ashton and Michael all show up. Michel brings a girl who I do not recognize.

“Is my art reveal the place you bring a girl on a first date?” I question as the blond wanders away to look at the other art pieces.

“Well I get major props for knowing the artist.” Michael bumps me.

I grin and look at all of them. They are all dressed up, meaning they are wearing button ups. Sure michaels is only half tucked in and calum is wearing blue jeans but it’s really the effort that counts.

“It really means a lot that you guys are here.” I smile at them.

“Aww!” Ashton squeals like a girl before hugging me.

“Have you guys heard from Luke?” I ask nonchalantly.

They shake their heads. I brush it off, I’m sure he is on his way.

When the owner starts calling for everyone to gather together I glance at the door one more, waiting for Luke to make one of his last minute entrances.

I make my way up to the front, while I was chatting with people I didn’t notice them put up my painting. It is covered by a thin cloth so no one can see it.

I glance down at my phone. There is a text from Luke:

Finally couldn’t put off taking ‘A’ out to dinner any longer. Wanna hang after?

I swear I could literally feel my heart being smashed. All of the pieces tearing through my body, desperate to find their way back together. But they were too lost.

He had forgotten and her again Arzaylea got what she wanted. On the night that was supposed to be mine.

I know if he had remembered he would have been the first person here. He would have wanted to come out to dinner with my parent and I after and he would have calmed my nerves before the show.

He wasn’t here, instead he was with her probably fighting.

I feel as I am about to cry. In front of all of these people. Everyone is looking at me, am I crying and not noticing it.

The one say I do decide to wear make up of course I would ruin it.

The owner says my name and I realized he was speaking to me.

“I’m so sorry. what?” I ask.

“Nerves seem to get the best of these young people.” He makes a joke. Many people laugh and I pull together my best smile.

“Why don’t you uncover your piece when you are ready and tell us about it.” He says.

My eyes scan the faces of the room once more. Hoping Luke remembered and snuck in without me noticing. I’m yet again let down.

The thing is I’m not even mad. I’m just so incredibly hurt, this was one of the most important nights of my life and he promised.

I slowly remove the barrier and everyone claps before pulling out their cameras. My mother has been filming since she got here.

“I want to catch my baby girls big moment.” Her words ring through my head.

“It took me a really long time to think of a name for this piece. Eventually I just went with ‘Air’.” I say. “It is painted with oil based paints. To me it represents freedom and individuality.”

My painting has a silhouette girl who is off centered next to a house. It is a pallet of colors. She is holding on to a bunch of balloons that I like to are pulling her up, wherever she wants.

The small room that recently seemed so full suddenly seems so empty. One of the only people I wanted to be here celebrating wasn’t.

I try to swallow back the tears of sadness the blur my vision. One single drop wins the battle as it slides down my cheek, the rest of its arm fallows in its quick descent down my face.

“There is a reason I wants the girl to remain identity less. Because I do think of this as a self portrait but adding something like skin color or hair color could ruin the illusion that this could be any other woman out there. Those fighting for freedom, equality.” My voice cracks as I continue to cry.

My mothers eyes mirror mine, smiling as proud and happy emotions stroll from her eyes.

“Those fighting for love. I wanted this to be a painting that could be looked at and see from so many different perspectives and points of view. See yourself in my work. I do this for the world.” I finish my speech.

The audience stars applauding and as much as I feel it’s impossible I muster up a smile.

“Wow. It is very phenomenal that this piece means this much to you. And it is only through true emotion like this do we find success and beauty in one’s art.” The owner of the gallery starts another round of applause.

I think them all, excusing myself to get some air.

On a day that is suppose to be about me I would ruin it crying over some boy. I painted the girl to be me but I don’t feel half as strong or beautiful as I want people to feel when they look at it.

I’m joined outside by Calum. I wipe my eyes and smile at him.

At least people think I’m crying for a different reason.

He pulls me in for a hug, rubbing my back.

“I’m sorry he wasn’t here today.” He says.

The waterworks start all over again. We pull away from each other i try to conceal myself but I can’t.

He already knows anyways. Everyone knows that I’m so in love with Luke. Everyone but Luke.

“I don’t know why I’m letting him get to me like his.” I rub my face, a lot of my makeup coming off with it.

“He said he would be here. It’s not right and you have every right to be upset. It’s not fair. He is supposed to be here.” Calum says.

I wonder if he knows where Luke actually is.

“Yeah well he has other obligations. Like a girlfriend who he is with right now.” I say.

The surprise etched in his face shows me he didn’t.

“He is with Arzaylea? What? 10 times out of 10 he would rather be with you.” Calum says.

“That’s not true.” I shake my head. Luke and I do have the best fun together but there is something about being in a relationship with someone. You want to be with them all the time.

That’s how I’ve always felt about Luke except we aren’t in a relationship.

“They just fight a lot. I’m scared sometimes he is unhappy but then there is days like this where he forgets about me because he is with her.” I wipe the unders of my eyes.

“I don’t think he ever stops thinking about you.” Calum says quietly. “Do you ever think the reason Luke is so unhappy with Arzaylea is because she isn’t the one he wants to be with.”

Calum seems like he is almost trying to hint something.

“What? What are you saying?” I squint at him through my tears.

“Oh my gosh. You are both so blind. He likes you, as more than a friend.” Calum rolls his eyes.

I shake my head in disbelief “Luke doesn’t think of me that way. I’m nothing more than a friend to him.” My soul breaks as I say that.

More and more these days being with Luke seems to not even be possible. Like a dream I need to give up on.

“Drunk Luke can’t keep a secret from Calum.” Calum speaks of himself which makes me laugh.

I still don’t know if I believe what he is saying.

But what if he is right. All those times I’ve caught Luke staring at me isn’t because he is spacing out. When he tries to make me laugh with horrible jokes or pays attention to me over his girlfriend.

Maybe Calum is right.

I don’t know if I have enough willpower to find out though.

PART 4 COMING SOON

First Date

Originally posted by babythirlwalls

Summary: “Would you rather spend your last days saving the world, or with a beautiful woman?”

A/N: Yay, happy, cute request. Thank you, Anon!

Pairing: Veronica x reader

Warnings: Cuteness overload


The night had come, and the jitters had made a home in the pit of your stomach, clawing away at your excitement and transforming into anxious behavior. You fumbled over outfits, changing from a red top to black shoes, then back and forth. This was your first date, with the one and only Veronica Lodge. She was the apple of your eye, the aorta of your heart, the only girl capable of passing through your protective membrane even though you’re selectively permeable…

Once you chose the right outfit, you shook out some small jitters and left your house, checking your phone, hoping praying she canceled. Instead, she sent a new one.

8:22 /// I am so excited for this date, (Y/N). Hope I’m not too straight forward

You shook your head slightly, sending one back while starting your car.

8:24 /// No, it’s fine. To be honest, I haven’t been on a date in ages, so I might be rusty 

You shuffled through the radio, playing a bop that’d amp you up before pulling out of the driveway and heading for Pop’s. In the moments of the drive, every scenario flew into your head. What if she hates you? She wants to leave. No more interest. You accidentally throw up on her new shoes. She finds somebody cuter to take on a date. She could tell the whole school I suck at dating.

And, like a treacherous time change, you were in the parking lot. Reaching for your phone to send a cancellation text, a slight knock came from outside your car window. Whipping around at sonic speed, you saw Veronica on the outside, breath fogging up the glass slightly.

As you let out a shaky sigh, you opened the door and stepped out.

“Why, hello there (Y/N). Didn’t mean to startle you, just wanted to walk you inside. You look really nice tonight. I love those shoes, really. And, hopefully, your version of rusty isn’t my view on it.”

You let out a laugh with Veronica. Apparently, both of you were the same amount of nervous. She opened the door for you, to which you graciously said thank you, before stepping inside Pop’s. Veronica led you to a table and you two sat down, ditching the coats. Sitting in slight silence, you decided to test the waters.

“So, I can sense we both are extremely nervous, to which I say this. You are an amazing girl who I admire in every way. I am very lucky to be on this date with you, and I hope it goes amazingly because so far, I like it. You know how much I love Pop’s, so your way to my heart is in my stomach.”

Veronica blushed slightly, and tucked a stray hair behind her ear. After Pop’s brought over the milkshakes and ordering, she looked up from the shake.

“I can’t believe you actually said that. Pretty ballsy if you ask a city girl like me. And I cross the street without looking. But, thank you. I think the ice is broken. Now, let’s get down to business. I wanna get to know you.”

You leaned forwards, clasping your hands together on the table.

“Bring it on, Lodge.”


After many, many rounds and shakes, it came down to the final question. Veronica was thinking for quite sometime, and you even went to the bathroom to give her time. As a lightbulb went off, she gasped and had a devilish smirk on her face. Leaning back in the seats, she crossed her arms.

“Would you rather spend your last days saving the world, or with a beautiful woman?”

You let out a shaky breath, adjusting your seat in the cushions. Taking a sip from the milkshake, you looked Veronica in her beautiful eyes. Pulling away from the drink, but still leaning forward, you began.

“I would rather sacrifice myself to save the world so the woman I love would stay alive. It’s called taking two birds and one stone, ya know? Well, I would want everyone to be alive. Nobody deserves death, honestly. But the woman I love would be the first on my list. If I could save her, I would in a heartbeat. I would step in front of a moving train to protect her. Yet, if I chose her over the world, she would be angry at my foolish decision. I’d rather die knowing I saved everyone and have her miss me rather dying knowing she was pissed I killed everyone for her.”

Veronica leaned forward in the seat, her hand reaching over the table to hold mine. She used her other hand to wipe invisible tears.

“So touching and revolutionary. I felt the world shake at your answer.”

I rolled my eyes, squeezing her hand a little.

“Okay, Miss Big Apple, what’s your answer?”

She let out a slight laugh.

“I’d save the girl I love.”

You felt the need to press on with the answer. You raised my eyebrow, giving her a look to continue.

“I agree with doing anything to save the girl I love. Plus, I kinda hate the world at the moment.”

You laughed at the comment and nodded in agreement.

“Are you free next week? I really want to go on another date with you. Only, if you can handle this rusty town girl’s sad excuse for dating.”

Veronica gripped your hand harder, but in a caring way.

“It’d be an honor.”

collateral damage. [ continued in reblog ]

stanley uris had not realized the full extent of his love for bill denbrough until he was seventeen.

it all started with that one damn ballet class. pointe was incredibly difficult, and it may have been the challenge presented which most of the other students loved — but for stan, the joy that came from dancing ballet was driven purely from having such a neat little routine to follow. an order of steps, the same movements creating an endless variety of patterns. such similar paths would always lead to completely new creative directions. so, he felt in control, but also blissfully out of control at the same time. he could manage ballet. and so, it had become a sort of passion to him, not far off from his love of being an eagle scout, of birdwatching, of being able to read passages of the torah aloud without anxiety anymore.

in that particular ballet class, however, he was being asked to think deeper then the routine he never had to break. the challenge presented by stern akop akopian, with his withered features and large cane that banged against the floor to the rhythm of the music, was seeming simple — “find what makes you most joyful. dance with it in your heart, in your mind, and in your soul.” at first, stan’s mind had flickered to

(blood mixing with cold snow chafing olive skin ow ow please stop i didn’t kill christ)

birdwatching in the park, right before sunlight slipped away from the sky, leaving the evenings chilly. yet, it didn’t make his heart soar enough. he knew this when akop gave him a disapproving frown. “again, stanley. you lack what i seek.” stan’s heart squeezed painfully. he /detested/ disappointing others. letting people down. especially those he respected and admired. and so, the second time the music began to play…he did not think.

he felt.

first, his nose filled with the scent of woody air, of spiced cologne, of sun. a familiar smell, all making up one very specific person. when his leg cuts out in a precise fouetté turn, he can /hear/ the thwack of a baseball bat connecting with a baseball, electricity cutting through the air. when his toes connect back with the side of his knee, water splashes and chlorine seeps into his pores. when his fingers fluttered delicately, reaching upwards as he moved into a precarious arabesque, perfectly balanced atop his shoe, his fingers are pushing back strands of red-golden hair, hair that is hard to reach thanks to his height. even if he is all legs.

yes, his heart is dominated totally by bill denbrough, and he has not realized until this exact moment.

when the piece ends, he freezes in fifth position, as akop gives him three, slow claps. “luminous, stanley. you were /luminous./” stanley bites back the words bubbling up in his threat — that no, he is not luminous, but /bill/ is luminous, and bill has already broken his heart.

even though he is in a hurry, stanley does not rush. he carefully places his pointe shoes back inside their box, one folded into the other, ribbons tied around the center. his bag is a pinnacle of organization. he places his kippah back atop his head, brushing a few strands of matted curls from his eyes. this realization is a break from routine, but at least his perfect order has already been restored inside his bag. his walk to richie’s car seems ominously slow. richie leans out the window, honking his horn obnoxiously loud. “hurry up, stan my man! at the rate you’re going, i’ll be up in heaven by the time you make it to my car! not that you’ll see me there.” stan rolls his eyes tiredly at the joke, mumbling a ‘beep beep richie’ before squeezing into the passenger side of his car.

richie’s shit-eating grin fades slightly as he reads the look on stan’s face. it wasn’t a look he could name well — all he could conjure up was the very faint, watered-down ghost of the same exprsssion of denial he’d had the day that mike had brought his album to the clubhouse. the shockflesh on his features, how pale his skin was, how wide his eyes were. this was nowhere near that level of denial…but, it brushed the surface. and so before he started the car, richie leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest, as if waiting for stanny boy to speak up.

even though he is in a hurry, stanley does not rush. he carefully places his pointe shoes back inside their box, one folded into the other, ribbons tied around the center. his bag is a pinnacle of organization. he places his kippah back atop his head, brushing a few strands of matted curls from his eyes. this realization is a break from routine, but at least his perfect order has already been restored inside his bag. his walk to richie’s car seems ominously slow. richie leans out the window, honking his horn obnoxiously loud. “hurry up, stan my man! at the rate you’re going, i’ll be up in heaven by the time you make it to my car! not that you’ll see me there.” stan rolls his eyes tiredly at the joke, mumbling a 'beep beep richie’ before squeezing into the passenger side of his car.

richie’s shit-eating grin fades slightly as he reads the look on stan’s face. it wasn’t a look he could name well — all he could conjure up was the very faint, watered-down ghost of the same exprsssion of denial he’d had the day that mike had brought his album to the clubhouse. the shockflesh on his features, how pale his skin was, how wide his eyes were. this was nowhere near that level of denial…but, it brushed the surface. and so before he started the car, richie leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest, as if waiting for stanny boy to speak up.

Parks and Rec Quotes Meme (change any pronouns where its required!)

  • “I tried to make ramen in the coffee pot and broke everything.”
  • “See, there’s more things to do on the internet than look at naked guys.”
  • “I’m not afraid of cops, I have no reason to be. I never break any laws, ever… Because I’m deathly afraid of cops.”
  • “She originally put me in charge of the hot dogs at this fundraising barbecue, and I dropped them all. All of them. Like, a thousand.”
  • “You look like I could use some company.”
  • “He’s in love with you and he has a GUN?!”
  • “Is she gonna powder her… vagina?”
  • “Do you think a depressed person could make this? NO.”
  • “Oh, Lord. Is he eating soup? On a bench? Alone?”
  • “She’s the worst person I’ve ever met. I want to travel the world with her.”
  • “You’re a smart, successful young man, with an adorable little belly. Stand up for yourself!”
  • [Gasps] “A game is the foot!”
  • “He’s a mutt. Half amazing, half terrific.”
  • “He’s like a brilliant, sexy little hummingbird.”
  • “Hey, honey, good morning! How did you sleep? I adopted thirty-two cats and dogs. Do you want pancakes?”
  • “You have to stop your stupid swagger and tell her in a normal voice that you care about her.”
  • “If I keep my body moving, and my mind occupied at all times, I will avoid falling into a bottomless pit of despair.”
  • [Aggressively] “You have plenty of jeans!”
  • “Please hurry, I’ve been wearing a bandana as underwear for three days now.”
  • “I want candy.”
  • “I’m simply gonna explain to the crowd that love is everywhere and they simply have to surrender to the flow of the universe, yaknow?”
  • “Hi, is there maybe a medication that you need a lot of and have taken none of - or maybe too much of today?”
  • “You don’t let anything happen to him, understand me? He is precious cargo!”
  • “Oh my god, these dogs are so cuuute. I wanna throw up and kill myself.”
  • “I need to go lie down for 45 minutes. No, an hour. A full hour!”
  • [singing] “___’s sitting on my lap, shouldn’t tell her that I need to take a crap, oh no.”
  • “Okay, I’m gonna need the sarcasm to take a looong walk right now.”
  • “These kids are tearing my house apart and I need you to calm them with the power of song!”
  • “I’m sorry that I thwarted you at every turn.”
  • “I have an idea. Its not illegal, technically, but it is a dick move.”
  • “If I come down there, can I at least break something?”
  • “Oh, thank god you’re here. I got so bored I started thinking about existence.”
  • “I’ll wear that red thing when you deserve to see me in that red thing.”
  • “Do not blame me for the sins of my mother!”
  • “Oh, Hitler, you sexy bastard.”
  • “I love your team, sir. I love them like they’re my own children.”
  • “The zodiac killer didn’t confess, why do I have to?”
  • “Your shoes are red now!”
  • “You better give me back that megaphone, that belongs to my aunt.”
  • “I’m feeding your eagle. He’s starving!”
  • “Well, I really like cats. And dogs sure are great.”
  • “No, I don’t like this game. I don’t know what the rules are!”
  • “Holy mother of Malia! And Sasha! I love them both equally.”
  • “There is no quiet anymore. There is only Doc McStuffins.”
"Look What We've Become."

Anon: Jerome x Reader based on Look what we’ve become by Grace Potter? Xx

Thanks for the request! I’ve never done a songfic before so I hope I did this right lol

Jerome Valeska x Reader

Warnings: Smut at the end, murder (duh), and mentions of abuse.

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anonymous asked:

Taako keeps coming into my room and stealing my shoes? He says he'll bring them back, but he hasn't. Taako, if you're reading this, I have a date tonight and I really need my red heels back. You can keep the other shoes, just PLEASE give those back -Al from accounting

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That one time Yano tagged in Red Shoes during his months long campaign of hilarity terror on Tana.  He led a brief “Unno!  Unno!” chant as Red Shoes squared up and Tana stood there contemplating the unsettling possibility that he might actually have to fight the referee, before Red Shoes tagged Yano back in with a stern reminder that wrestling wasn’t actually in his job description.