scrap drive

So in our party the Fighter and Paladin tend to get into scraps over who drives the wagon, this I how the Fighter lost an argument to the very mute Paladin.

DM: “Amund.. you make an argument as to why you should drive the wagon, Erys stares at you grumpily”

DM: “Amund.. you make a counter argument as to why you should drive the wagon, Erys just stares at you grumpily again”

DM: “Amund.. you make a counter argument against the counter argument as to why you should drive the wagon, Erys once again.. just stares at you grumpily, as you just get in the back of the wagon.

DM: “Well done Amund, you just lost an argument to a mute woman who did nothing but stare at you.”

Writing Research - World War Two

World War II (WWII or WW2), also known as the Second World War, was a global war. It is generally considered to have lasted from 1939 to 1945, although some conflicts in Asia that are commonly viewed as becoming part of the world war had begun earlier than 1939. It involved the vast majority of the world’s nations —including all of the great powers —eventually forming two opposing military alliances: the Allies and the Axis.

It was the most widespread war in history, with more than 100 million people, from more than 30 different countries. In a state of “total war”, the major participants threw their entire economic, industrial, and scientific capabilities behind the war effort, erasing the distinction between civilian and military resources. Marked by mass deaths of civilians, including the Holocaust and the first use of nuclear weapons in combat, it resulted in an estimated 50 million to 85 million fatalities. These made World War II the deadliest conflict in human history. [1]


  • Social Security - Top Names of the 1940s
  • British Baby Names - Top 100 Names in England and Wales in 1944
  • Essential Baby - Top 100 Australian Baby Names in 1940
  • Baby Med - Top German Baby Names in 1940s
  • - Japanese Baby Names for 1915 - 2000
  • Popular Japanese Names in 1945 - 1949 (In Japanese - Use Google Translator)

Society & Life

  • Wikipedia - Conscription in the United States: World War II
  • - United States Imposes the Draft
  • The National WWII Museum - The Draft and WWII
  • Swarthmore College - Military Classifications For Draftees
  • The Art of Manliness - World War II Fitness Test
  • World War Two Gyrene - Recruit Training in World War II
  • The New York Times - The Old Army, It Turns Out, Was the Fitter One
  • National Park Service - The War Relocation Camp of World War II
  • - The U.S. Home Front During World War II
  • History Learning Site - Britain’s Home Front in World War Two
  • Wikipedia - Japan’s Home Front During World War II 
  • Wikipedia - Germany’s Home Front During World War II
  • Canadian War Museum - Life on the Homefront
  • Canadian War Museum - Women and the War on the Home Front
  • Reddit: Ask Historians - How was it that Sweden managed to stay neutral during WW2?
  • Reddit: Ask Historians - What was going on in Ireland during World War II?
  • Canadian War Museum - Canada and the Second World War
  • Mount Allison University - Canada’s Role in WWII
  • Wessels Living history Farm - The Home Front in Rural America During World War II
  • Living Family History - Living in the 1940s (Australia)
  • BBC - WW2 People’s War: My Memories of My Childhood in South London
  • BBC - WW2 People’s War: Growing Up in London 1939-45
  • Time Witness - Memories Project: Stories from the 1940’s
  • BBC - The Blitz
  • - Worst air raid on London
  • EyeWitness to History - The London Blitz, 1940
  • LIFE Magazine - World War II: London in Color (Photos)
  • Local Histories - Life in Britain in The Second World War
  • Telegraph - WW2: Former Evacuees Look Back
  • British Council - A 1940s Childhood in Wartime
  • The Wartime Memories Project - Evacuees
  • My Learning - Children’s Experience during WWII
  • Imperial Wartime Museum - Children During the Second World War
  • Reddit: Ask Historians - It’s 1940, a lovely day in England and I want to write to my German cousin. Was that possible? What was international communication between the civilian populace of warring WWII powers like?
  • The New Yorker - The New Yorker in the Forties
  • The Atlantic - World War II: The Battle of Britain
  • The Guardian - Children of the Wartime Evacuation
  • NY Daily News - 1940 New York census records are now searchable by name
  • New York Historical Society - WWII & NYC
  • - World War II In Brooklyn: Places to Visit
  • New York Historical Society - New York during WWII (Photos)
  • Wikipedia - History of New York City, 1946-77
  • Business Insider - Take A Tour Of Manhattan In The 1940s (Photos)
  • Madison Magazine - Ida’s Wyman’s Photography Documents Life in the 1940s and ‘50s
  • Growing up in Inwood, New York City in the 1940’s and 1950’s
  • Reminisce Magazine - Brooklyn Stoop Served as Sisters’ Stage
  • NY Times - Working-Class New York Life and Labor Since World War II
  • Wessels Living History Farm - Rural Life in the 1940s
  • Historic Color Photos of U.S. Life in the 1940s (Photos)
  • Wessels Living History Farm - WWII Causes a Revolution in Farming
  • Partners in Winning the War: American Women in World War II
  • World War II: Women and the War
  • Building Bombs & Planes
  • Women in World War Two
  • Wikipedia - Canadian Women in the Second World War
  • Canadian War Museum - The Canadian Women’s Army Corps, 1941 - 1946
  • - Canadian Women in World War II
  • Veterans Affairs Canada - The Second World War: Canadian War Brides
  • Global News - Looking back at the role women from western Canada played in World War II
  • Canadian Red Cross - History of Women in the Red Cross
  • Women Under Fire in World War Two
  • How did women fulfill their romantic/sexual needs during WWI/II?
  • Women at War
  • Life During World War II
  • Everyday Life During World War II
  • World War 2 - Growing Up in Wartime
  • Wartime Homes
  • World War 2 - Blackout Time
  • What was it like for children?
  • The Huffington Post - Memories Of 1940s Childhood
  • The Life of a Teenage Before and After World War II (PDF)
  • School and War Work
  • I’m a 13-15 year old in 1939 USA. What is youth culture like during this time?
  • A Black Nurse, a German Soldier and an Unlikely WWII Romance
  • What was it like to be in the Forces?
  • World War II - A Soldier’s Daily Life
  • My Army Service in World War II
  • WWII: A Soldier’s View
  • Loose Lips Sink Ships
  • Eye Witness To World War Two
  • World War II First Person Accounts, Letters Home, Diaries, & Journals
  • Pictures of African Americans During World War II (Photos)
  • Daily Life of the Average African American in the 1940’s
  • Veterans Affairs Canada - Second World War: Black Canadians In Uniform
  • The Memory Project - Black Canadian Veterans of the Second World War
  • University of Washington - Japanese Canadians During World War II
  • Vancouver Public Library - Chinese-Canadians in World War II (1939-1945)
  • Canada at War - Video & Footage: World War II
  • Canadian War Museum - Canadian Newspapers and the Second World War
  • Veterans Affairs Canada - Second World War: Diaries, Letters, And Stories
  • Library and Archives Canada - Canada and the First World War: War Diaries
  • Veterans Affairs Canada - Second World War: My Grandmother’s Wartime Diary
  • The Canadian Letters and Images Project - WWII
  • McGill University Library Digital Collections - Canadian War Posters Collection
  • World War II Military (Photos)
  • World War II Records
  • World War 2: A Day in the Life of a German Soldier
  • The Life During World War II
  • Nazi Germany
  • The Role of Women in Nazi Germany
  • Diary of Second World War German Teenager
  • Germany During World War II: A Child’s Experience (PDF)
  • Reminiscences of a German World War II Veteran
  • What kind of physical training would a German soldier in WWII have to do?
  • Jewish Life in Europe Before the Holocaust
  • The National WWII Museum - WWII and Holocaust Bibliography
  • Blacks During the Holocaust
  • Conditions for Polish Jews During WWII
  • Understanding the Treatment of Jews during World War II
  • There’s a lot of close-to-combat photographs from WWII, but I don’t often hear much about the photographers. Were WWII war photographers armed? Were they subject to neutrality/immunity/respect? Were they deployed with soldiers as part of the army?
  • World War II Weapons
  • List of World War II Weapons
  • Canada at War - WWII: Weapons & Arms
  • Small Arms Pt. II - The World War Two Era
  • Technology During World War II
  • WWII Military Ranks
  • WWII Japanese Soldier Diary
  • World War II Japanese Military Training
  • Canadian War Museum - The Second World War: Information, Propaganda, Censorship and the Newspapers
  • When was the last shot of World War 2 fired?
  • Post-War American Life: Culture of the late 1940s & 1950s
  • Library of Congress - Postwar United States, 1945 - 1968
  • American History: Life in the US After World War Two
  • Student Pulse - America in the Post War Period
  • PBS - Women and Work After World War II
  • PBS - New York After WWII
  • BBC - Life in Britain after WW2 (Video)
  • The Atlantic - World War II: After the War
  • Digital History - Overview of the Post-War Era
  • Mount Holyoke College - Background of Post-WWII German History
  • Youtube - Germany After WW2 | A Defeated People | Documentary on Germany in the Immediate Aftermath of WW2 (Video)
  • Der Spiegel Magazine - Out of the Ashes: A New Look at German’s Postwar Reconstruction


  • The Cost of Living in 1940
  • Prices and Wages in 1930 - 1939
  • The People History - Food, Groceries and Toiletries in the 1930s: Prices
  • The People History - Clothes in the 1930s: Prices
  • Library at University of Missouri - 1940-1949 Prices and Wages
  • The People History - Food, Groceries and Toiletries in the 1940s Prices
  • The People History - Clothes in the 1940s Prices
  • Datafiles of Historical Prices and Wages
  • Curbed NY - What Would $50 In 1940 Rent A New Yorker Today?

Entertainment & Food

  • What did people eat in the Second World War?
  • Why was food rationed?
  • Rationing
  • World Ward II - Food and Shopping
  • Food on the Front Home
  • Wartime Recipes
  • What Did Children Eat During World War 2? (PDF)
  • World War Two Recipes
  • History Cookbook - World War 2 Recipes
  • The 1940’s Experiment: 100+ Wartime Recipes
  • Retro-Housewife: In the 1940s Kitchen: 1940s Recipes
  • A 1940s Menu: Food in the 1940s
  • Food Timeline: 1936 to 1940
  • Vintage Food Advertisement of the 1940s
  • World War II: Rest and Relaxation (Photos)
  • Chocolate! The Wars Secret Weapon - America in WWII Magazine
  • Chocolate - Energizing Soldiers 
  • U.S. Coffee Rationing
  • The American Scholar: Rum and Coca-Cola
  • Wartime Canada - Food on the Home Front during the Second World War
  • Alberta Online Encyclopedia - World War II: Homefront in Alberta: Rationing
  • Wartime Canada - Recipe Ideas from BC Electric
  • Pop Culture Goes to War in the 1940s
  • WWII Guide: Wartime Hollywood
  • Rationing and Scrap Drives in Rural America
  • Baseball and World War II
  • Baseball Goes To War: The National Pastime in World War II
  • Entertainment in Britain During WWII 
  • Entertainment Industry During World War II
  • World War II on the Radio
  • Wartime Entertainment WWII
  • Wartime Entertainment
  • Canadian War Museum - Art and War: Australia, Britain and Canada in the Second World War
  • The Forties and the Music of World War II
  • World War II Songs
  • Music 1940 - 1949
  • List of Billboard Number-One Singles of the 1940s
  • American Music During World War II
  • Role of Music in World War II
  • Entertainment in 1940 - 1949
  • Food Rations in the Japanese Forces
  • Makeshift Cooking, German Army, WW2
  • Radio in Nazi Germany
  • Newspapers in Nazi Germany
  • Films in Nazi Germany
  • Art in Nazi Germany

Hygiene, Health & Medicine

  • Medicine and World War II
  • Social Security - Life Expectancy from 1930s+
  • WWII Disease Table
  • History of WWII Medicine
  • The Use of Atabrine to Fight Malaria During World War II
  • The Use of Plasma During World War II
  • The Use of Morphine as a Pain Killer During World War II
  • Nursing and Medicine During World War II
  • The Army Nurse Corps in World War II
  • Equipment of a WWII Combat Medic
  • Personal Accounts of WWII Medics
  • WWII African American Combat Medics
  • Penicillin: Medicine’s Wartime Wonder Drug
  • Medicine in Germany, 1918 - 1945
  • World War II Exposures 
  • Controlling Disease during World War II, 1939 - 1944
  • Health on the Home Front - Health Care and World War II
  • WAR & Military Mental Health
  • Mentally Ill and Jewish in World War II
  • U.S. Veterans Affairs Lobotomized Soldiers After World War II
  • Lobotomy For World War II Veterans: Psychiatric Care by U.S. Government


  • 1930-45 in Fashion
  • Clothing, 1930-45
  • Rationing Fashion in the United States
  • Fashion in the 1940s
  • 1940s Make-Up Guide
  • 1940’s Beauty Secrets
  • 1940s Fashion: The Decade Captured in 40 Incredible Pictures (Photos)
  • 1940s Rationing - Utility Clothing Fashion and Costume History
  • Women’s Clothing in 1940s
  • Fashion in 1940 - 1949
  • Fashion in the 1940s: Clothing Styles, Trends, Pictures & History
  • Fashion in the 1940s - Prices & Examples
  • What did they wear? Gas masks for all
  • What is Utility Wear?
  • The Front Line of British WWII Fashion
  • World War II and Fashion: The Birth of the New Look (PDF)
  • The impact of World War II on women’s fashion in the United States and Britain (PDF)
  • The History of Fashion WWI to WWII
  • Women’s Shoes in 1940s
  • Authentic WWII Era Hairstyle & How To
  • United States Army Uniforms in World War II
  • World War II German Uniform
  • List of World War II Uniforms and Clothing
  • Nazi Style
  • - Fashion in Post-War Paris


  • WWII US Naval Dictionary
  • Glossary of German Military Terms
  • Military Slang: Terms Used By Soldiers in WWII
  • FUBAR F***ed Up Beyond All Recognition: Soldier Slang of World War II (General Military)
  • Military Slang For WWII
  • List of Ethnic Slurs by Ethnicity
  • The Racial Slur Database - Germans
  • Morse Code
  • Military Time Chart for 24 Hour Time Clock
  • Converting Standard Time to Military Time
  • WW2 Civilian Slang
  • Teen Slang of the 1940s
  • 1940s Slang
  • Forties Slang
  • Words That Were: 1940–1949 (Canada)

Law Enforcement & Crimes

  • New Jersey State Police - History: 1940’s
  • New York State Police - History: 1940’s
  • Anaheim Police Department - History: 1940
  • - British Police Training in the 1940s and 1950s
  • Art Theft and Looting During World War II
  • Rape During the Occupation of Germany
  • War Rape in World War II
  • Allied War Crimes During World War II
  • Nazi Medical Experiments
  • World War II Crimes
  • Nazi War Crimes
  • German War Crimes Against Soviet Civilians
  • Nazi Crimes Against Soviet POWs
  • Execution of Women by the Nazi during World War II
  • World War II and the Holocaust
  • World War Two - German Prisoner of War Camps
  • List of WWII POW (Prisoner of War) Camps in Germany
  • German Prisoners of War in the United States
  • Japanese Prisoners of War in WWII
  • Sexual Slavery - Germany During WWII
  • German Military Brothels in World War II
  • Rape, Murder and Genocide: Nazi War Crimes as Described by German Soldiers
  • 1940s Crimes
  • History of Drug Abuse: The 40’s
  • 25 Vintage Police Record Photographs (Photos)
  • Grisly Crime Scene Photography of 1940s New York
may 13th, 2017.

ten o’clock.

ten o’clock and there’s a knock on thomas’s door; he assumes it’s james, even though he told him he’d be fine. stands up, walks over, sighs.

outside, just past the doorstep, alex shifts his weight on his feet, still looking down. what are you doing? why are you doing this? if anything it’ll make the whole situation worse.

thomas mentally prepares himself for the now-usual “just go home, everything’s okay” as he fiddles with the chain lock on his door. turns the doorknob, hoping this will be over with quickly, and opens the door.
and it’s not james.

alex’s head darts up. eyes wide, he takes his hands out of his pockets.
he takes a deep breath.
“i know what you’re thinking, but please listen to me. just for a minute. i did some things i definitely shouldn’t have done. i said some things i definitely shouldn’t have said. i’ve worded things wrong, i’ve deleted entire drafts before revising and improving, i’ve stayed up all night typing, i’ve made dumb decisions. i know. but i’m not here to explain and try to make what i’ve done seem okay, for you to forgive me, or to pity me. i’m just here to tell you that i know what i did was wrong. we haven’t talked face to face in a while. i’m sorry about that… and i’m sorry if coming to your door makes the whole situation worse, i thought about that. but i’m here anyway.”

he pauses. thomas’s expression is impossible to read. and he doesn’t stop to try and read it. he drives on, scrapping every version of this speech that he’d practiced in front of his mirror for days. none of it seems worthwhile now.

“i know you weren’t expecting me, sorry for the unpleasant surprise. i’m so horribly sorry for absolutely everything i’ve done. i had my shit together for a while, i somehow got myself into a decently stable relationship. time slowed down for a bit. next thing i knew i was hit by a big "i’m going away.” i thought i was safe. i thought i wouldn’t have to be hurt anymore. i thought that asshole was out of my life forever but out of the blue you fly away, and i was stuck. i was stuck knowing that he was going to text me, manipulate me, make me think things that weren’t true. and guess what? that’s exactly what he did.

“no, it’s no excuse. i should’ve been able to say no. it’s a fucking two letter word for god’s sake. but no, i didn’t. i screwed up, bad. time was going by faster than it ever had before. i barely had time to take a breath and think about what i was doing. that’s why i fucked up. i couldn’t think about what was going on. i know i—”

his voice cracks. don’t cry. don’t fucking cry.

i know i fucked that all up. i’m sorry i hurt you. you don’t deserve to be hurt by anyone. i don’t deserve you, i really never did. i can’t believe i did something like that, that’s not how i am. but it happened. i know it did. i’m not trying to ignore it or pretend it never happened, i’m just- lost. i don’t know what else to do other than come here and try and explain that i hate what i’ve done, and i’m just. trying to get over it and the only way i can get over it is by telling you to your face that i know i screwed up. texting you wasn’t real enough, you could say. so here i am, telling you that i’m a dick. that’s all.”

thomas considers telling alexander to leave. that he doesn’t have the right to do this — but the fact is he’s crying. tears clinging to his eyelashes, staining his cheeks.

and he’s right back in february again.

right back at the cafe. caught in the rain. back at the museum. at the movies. outside alexander’s apartment.

he can barely breathe.

some part of him forces him to stay in the present. to remember the countless nights he’s spent within the past month hiding under a sheet of intoxication. all because of alex. all because of what he did, and how he handled it, and—

and does this make up for it?

does this begin to make up for it? no. but it’s better than silence.

it’s so much better than silence.

there is so much more to you — he’d told alexander that just two nights ago, without fully remembering just how much more there was to him. every kiss, every joke, every late night they’d spent talking about nothing and everything. he’s there again.

and there aren’t any words for it.

there is only alexander, and everything he is.

shaking, barely stifling sobs, he takes a step forward, just past his doorway, and pulls alexander close. holding him so tightly for what feels like the first time all over again. everything falling back into place.

alex’s arms are still stuck to his sides, thomas pulling him close. eyes still open in shock. is his mind playing a trick on him? is it friday night and he’s dreaming? probably.

but it’s not. it’s all too real. thomas’s heartbeat. his arms wrapped around his body. alex’s entire body shaking. he’s not crying, but his face is strained with a you’re about to cry pain. confusion floods his brain. this isn’t what he was expecting. his eyes shut, turning his head so his forehead is against thomas’s chest.

“i love you.”

thomas’s words make it real. choked through sobs, barely there. they make it all real. he must have said them a hundred times before, before all of this, but it’s as if this is the first time they’ve meant what they were supposed to mean. and he loves him. he knows that. no if, but, probably, or maybe. he doesn’t even think about letting him go; he could stay here forever. tears fall past his cheeks onto alexander’s hair.

“i love you.”

alex’s mouth is dry, throat sore. he can’t even make out an “i love you” back. he just pulls him as close as he can. never letting go. never forgetting this feeling. the cold air from the front door of the building not far from his back, where he thought he would end up.

“go home alex, i can’t do this. i told you. i can’t forgive you. please, go home.”

words he thought would hear before the slam of a door, his heart sinking and tears rolling down his cheeks, the feeling of absolute rejection.

but no, instead replaced by something completely different. something he wouldn’t even have dreamed of happening.

thomas rocks slightly on his feet, holding alexander so close, heart aching with the burden of the past month and a half being lifted from it.

there is a line often used to describe moments like these, and that line is “the rest of the world melted away.” thomas had always thought of that expression as terribly cliché. overused. meaningless.

in this moment it is anything but. surely, absolutely, there is no one else in the world except for him and alexander. everything has been put on pause. there is only this. only their arms wrapped so tightly around each other. nothing else matters. and he loves him.

alex chokes out a sob, hot tears rolling down his face. it’s setting in. the final realization.

he forgives him.

he forgives him.

he can see him again. he can think of thomas again. he doesn’t have to move on anymore. there’s nothing to move on from. no shattered relationship. he can’t focus. it’s unbelievable. he doesn’t know what to do, let alone what to say. if he can even say anything. he never wants to move. he wants to stand here, cool air blowing lightly behind him.

a chill in the night air gusts over the two, and thomas comes to his senses, opening tear-fogged eyes to the world around them.

“god, i’m—”

he pauses. breathes. laughs lightly, almost bewildered, taking a step back. “i’m so sorry, it’s…cold.” and it’s just like any other night while being anything but all at once. his eyes meet alexander’s, asking the inevitable question, even though they both remember the last time he was in thomas’s apartment.

alex can’t say anything. he’s standing there, eyes staring up at thomas. his head nods. barely processing everything that’s going on. time is flying, one thought soon being drowned out by the last.

thomas still can’t seem to stop crying completely; blinking back stinging tears, brushing them aside. one arm still around alexander, leading him inside, mind still spinning — alexander, who broke his heart and put it back together again. who he forgives. after everything. a month and a half of trying to heal on his own, and alexander does it all for him in moments.

he closes the door, and stops, hand resting on the doorknob. eyes dropping to the floor, a trace of a sad smile darting across his face. his voice quiet when he speaks. “there’s so much i want to say to you, and i have no idea how to say it.”

alex smiles softly; a smile of relief, in a way. he sighs, realizing he’d been practically holding his breath the entire time.

“it’s okay,” he whispers. it’s all he’s really capable of doing at the moment. “thank you.” he says, wiping his face with his sleeve. leaning against thomas, his head against his arm.

thomas rests his head against the top of alexander’s, eyes falling closed. “likewise.” there is so much he has to thank him for. so much he’s shown him. he’s quiet for a moment, taking everything in; memorizing every inch of alexander all over again. he’s forgotten too much.

alex shakes his head, thinking about everything that’s happened in the past five months. how insane all of it has been. his eyes open and he laughs under his breath, “god, i’m tired.” he admits, wiping his face again and messing with his sleeve.

“stay,” thomas suggests, glancing over towards his room. he knows how significant of a suggestion it is. it’s a risk. the nights they’d spent together months ago were intimate; it had been at those late hours that they’d shared so much with each other, fallen even more in love.

he blinks, looking back at alexander. “if you want to.”

alex pulls his hair out of his face, then letting it fall back. “that would be nice.” he says, looking down. it’s somewhat embarrassing, for a reason he can’t quite explain.

thomas’s breath catches, heart stopping. he doesn’t know what to say. the unspoken words between the two of them are almost tangible. unspoken for good reason. there is no way to put any of this into words. with the same impulsive motive, he leans forward, eyes falling shut, and kisses him, pulling him close.

alex’s eyes widen for a moment, not fully catching on to what’s going on. then his eyes quickly shut, arms wrapped around thomas’s waist. his heart pounding.

thomas tilts his head forward to deepen the kiss, arms draped loosely around alexander’s neck. and for a moment, there he is again, at alexander’s doorway back in february, kissing him for the first time. he knows this can’t go any further; he can’t. not yet. but he pushes that out of his mind.

a long moment passes before alex breaks away, looking down. swaying his body side to side, shifting his weight. his mind is completely jumbled. none of it even feels real anymore. he looks at his shoes, tapping his toes up and down silently.

concern flickers across thomas’s eyes; he takes a step back. “i’m sorry.” his voice is barely above a murmur. “you’re tired — this is all happening really fast.”

alex’s head darts up. “no-!” his voice cracks awkwardly,, “no. don’t be sorry. i just don’t want this to get… carried away, you know?” he says, looking to the side.

thomas nods somewhat rigidly, a lump forming in his throat. “i know, i—we should wait. i’m not—we’re not—" he stops himself from stammering on any further, shaking his head. “you’re tired,” he repeats, his eyes not meeting alexander’s.

“i’m tired,” alex confirms, looking over at thomas’s room. “are you tired? because we can stay up if you want.” he asks. his hands move down to the bottom of his sweatshirt, messing with the loose strings. 

thomas shakes his head again, looking up. “it’s late.” he reaches for alexander’s hand, cracking a small smile. “we’ve got so many more nights to stay up.”

“you’re right.” he looks up at thomas, taking his hand. he yawns, slapping his sweater sleeve to his face. “let’s go before i fall asleep while we’re standing here.”

thomas laughs, the first real laugh he’s managed in a while. holding alexander’s hand in his, he heads to his room, opening the door for them both. and god, there are so many thoughts spinning in his mind he’s not sure how he’ll be able to sleep.

but the man he loves is at his side. staying with him again, holding him again. come morning, he’ll wake up next to him. they’ll have the whole day together. and the day after that, and after that.

and nothing bad can come from that.

  • [Aaron kicking the door at the scrap yard. Adam drives up.]
  • Adam: Woah! What are you doing?
  • Aaron: Kicking this door.
  • Adam: All right good cos I was fed up of that not being broken. Has this got something to do with a certain unborn baby?
  • Aaron: No. The baby isn’t… Actually, the baby is the problem, but at least he’s honest about that. There’s a timescale to it so I know where I stand with that, which is more than I can say about him. You know, I think I know where I stand with him and it turns out I don’t. Then I do, and I don’t.
  • Adam: All right, all right. I tell you what, let’s go and get some cans.
  • Aaron: It’s half nine in the morning, Adam.
  • Adam: Yeah, good point. Looks like you’re going to have to talk to me sober then, doesn’t it? Come on. In. In!
Office supply magic

Everything is magical when you want it to be.

  • Paperclips for binding and banishing (link the paperclips, then unlink them and throw one half far, far away.)
  • White out for glamours, covering up secrets, deception, and change.
  • Multi-color pens for your color correspondence petition needs.
  • Who needs a magic ink stamp? I fucking need a magic ink stamp. Stamp the shit out some mundane.
  • sticky note sigils
  • Business card sigils. Business cards with career intent. Business cards
  • God directories/Rolodex
  • Spell flash drives
  • Magical scrap booking

*runs to nearest supply store with new found excuses to buy office supplies*

Bob’s Air Mail Service Station, Los Angeles, June 1938.

In 1934, Bob Spencer took advantage of an abandoned Fokker F-32 and turned it into a full service gas station. Located on the intersection of Wilshire and Cochran, the plane was decorated in Mobilgas colors and named The Happy Landing- Cars were fully serviced under its massive wings. Presumably it was lost to the WWII scrap drives.

Jedi Squad (TM) road trip
  • They take Anakin’s car, because he’s the only one who owns a car (Qui-Gon’s a hippy and Obi-Wan never willingly drives anyway)
  • Unfortunately, Anakin’s car is a semi-legal half-completed engineering project based on something he bought as scrap metal five years ago
  • He’s the only one who knows how to drive it, so he’s driving
  • Obi-Wan alternates between navigating and yelling at Anakin because do you even know what the speed limit is mind the corner what if you get CAUGHT driving this scrap heap
  • As a result, they tend to get lost a lot
  • Meanwhile, Qui-Gon and Ahsoka sit in the back and play weird made up car games that they refuse to explain to anyone else and eat food
  • Obi-Wan and Anakin spend pretty much the whole time arguing about whose fault it is that they’re in the middle of no where. Occasionally Qui offers them snacks
We All Try, Part 2.

A/N: This is a follow-up to a previously posted imagine titled ‘We All Try’ which can be found here.

Thiago’s POV

“So let me get this straight you had your ex and your current girlfriend sleeping under the same roof with you?”

I let out another sigh, feeling as if I had went over this many of times now since I had hopped on the Skype call with my brother and Jonathan. “Yes.”

“What a legend,” Jonathan commented while he saw Rafinha seem to nod in approval.

“You two act like something happened. I told you I just picked her up, brought her here and she went to sleep.” No matter how many times I went over the story, it seemed the pair were adamant on making up their own version which included me spending the night with Y/N instead.

“That’s hard to believe I mean God, you and Y/N are like sex magnets. How many times have I walked in on you two in my house practically smothering each other on my couch? There was one time I’m pretty sure I caught you two mid-act though I still try to pretend I didn’t.”

Jonathan chuckled as he saw my brother shudder at the memory. “I really hope you got a new couch.”

“I did and I broke it in myself. I wasn’t letting Thi have that one too. So have you talked to her?”


“Your ex. Who else? What did Daniela say when she found out?”

I gulped, being reminded of my girlfriend and her obliviousness to all that had transpired over the past 24 hours. “She doesn’t know.”

“What?!” Rafa questioned in shock.

Jona added in his commentary as well. “Yup. It’s official. He’s a legend.”

“How did you get away with that?”

I shrugged, realizing it wasn’t in my plan to not have Daniela find out. Was I glad Daniela and I didn’t have to have a conversation about my ex calling me and me picking her up in the middle of the night to allow her to stay over my place? Of course. But that didn’t stop me from feeling as if I had lied to her. “When I woke up and checked the guest bedroom, she was gone and Daniela didn’t mention ever seeing another woman in the house so I figure she just didn’t find out.”

“Have you talked to her since she left?” Jona questioned in reference to my ex. I shook my head no.

“You could at least text her and make sure she’s okay. You know what nevermind. I’ll do it.” Rafa reached down and soon enough, he was on the screen maneuvering through his phone.

“She’s fine.”

“We should invite her to the dinner. You two can catch up there.” Rafinha’s suggestion was useless as I shook my head. The last thing I wanted was to bring her to a dinner with my family who adored her. They were sure to not only embarrass me but bring up pieces of our relationship that they found memorable to send us all on a trip down memory lane.

“Hell no.”

“Why not!? Daniela will be out of town right? It’ll be perfect.”

“I’m not inviting her.”

“Come on, Thi. You know you want to.”

“I don’t,” I spoke sternly.

“Well I want to see her,” Rafa commented.

“Then see her on your own time when you land.”

“Well since this is an Alcântara dinner and I’m a major part of this family too, I’m inviting her whether you like it or not. I don’t care that it’s at your place.”

“I wish I could come to see this. Can I come?” Jonathan asked. It seemed me and my brother answered in unison.


“Yes,” Rafa spoke over me.

“50/50 vote. Looks like I’m coming,” Jona smiled while Rafa smiled and nodded in approval.

“You know how Mamãe and Pa are. They’re going to end up asking ridiculous questions, trying somehow to find a way to reunite me and Y/N. I don’t want to deal with that. I do have a girlfriend whether you two and anyone else realize or care.”

“Oh please. No one’s going to jeopardize your relationship. It’ll be fun. Like old times.”


Valéria gave a gentle smile, the fork clasped tightly in her hand as she elected to speak instead of sending another forkful into her mouth. “So Y/N, is there a new man in your life?”

Thiago nearly choked on the piece of grilled chicken in his mouth, his parents looking at him with concern as he held up his hand to assure he was fine. I could see Rafa and Jona laugh behind their hands as they were sitting with us at the dining room table.

Meanwhile, I was debating in my head how exactly to answer the question asked of me. In reality, I had no one but I didn’t want my answer to come off as lonely as answering in that manner would have me look. I didn’t want Thiago to think that since his departure from my life, I had been facing a drought but I also didn’t want to lie and get him thinking I did have a man in my life. I was torn.

“No. I’m not dating right now.” I gave his mother a gentle smile before I picked up my glass of water and took a sip, washing down the last bit of food I chewed.

“Ah well, that’s too bad for the men out there. You always had a good head on your shoulders and still do,” she added. “I’m sure you’ll find the time for a relationship when you find it suitable.”

“Thank you.”

I didn’t know what to think of being invited to this dinner at Thiago’s place that would be attended by his family. I had been quick to deny the invitation when Rafinha text me but he wasn’t the type that liked to take no for an answer. A few hours of exchange led to me accepting the offer and now here I was.

It wasn’t as awkward as I thought it was going to be considering just two days ago, Thiago had rescued me from the bar and taken care of me. I wanted to thank him for that but I never did, deciding to leave his home early before he or his girlfriend could wake up and discover me. I had written many of drafts of messages to send him but I ended up deleting them every time. I still had not officially thanked him, even as he sat diagonally across from me.

We hadn’t spoken many words to each other. He had opened the door when I arrived but Rafinha and Jonathan were quick to run to the door and tackle me into their arms when they saw me, not even giving Thiago a chance to properly greet me. He seemed okay with it as he instead chose to just walk away.

Even over dinner we didn’t speak and it seemed the conversation carrying on between everyone ignored the big elephant in the room that was the exes sitting across from each other as if everything was smooth. They weren’t.

But I was glad I had come, able to reunite with the familiar faces of those I once considered family and in a strange way still did.

“I’m going to start the dishes,” Thiago spoke lowly as he slid back from the table and stood up, grabbing for his empty plate and heading off into the kitchen.

“I’ll help,” his father said as he stood up from the table as well. It seemed everyone followed suit after that including Bruno and Thaisa. I got up from the table as well, heading off into the direction of the living room and sitting on the couch. A bright flash of lightning could be made out behind the sheer curtains covering the window. I found it to be relaxing. Bruno on the other hand?

“Did you hear that?!” He questioned as he found his way next me, leaning into me for comfort. I giggled and wrapped my arms around the small boy, pulling him closer to me and kissing his forehead. “It’s just lightning. It won’t hurt you.”

Thiago’s POV

I stood in the doorway, peering unnoticed at my ex and my little brother’s interaction as he clung to her side. I couldn’t stop the grin that spread my face as I watched, able to sense the comfort my brother felt with her just as I had once felt in a different manner.

“You know you’re staring at her, right?”

The sudden sound of a voice from behind caused me to jump some, turning to see my brother Rafinha smirking at me as he made way to my side and watched the two himself. “I won’t tell her.”

“Oh great. How could I ever repay you for your gratitude?” I spewed sarcastically, causing him to lightly chuckle. “Loosen up, Thi. You’ve been uptight all night.”

You try sharing the same space as your ex when you were trying to rid your thoughts of her romantically from your mind. It wasn’t helped when she was wearing that blouse that seemed to accent her cleavage and that pencil skirt that made her ass poke out so perfectly that…

Shit. I was doing it again.

Jonathan joined in beside us, looking out the window at the weather outside. “Yeah I’m definitely not going out in that. I call the other guest bedroom.” It was in the original plans that only my parents, Bruno and Thaisa were staying in my place during their visit while Rafinha and Jona had snagged a hotel nearby for their visit to Munich. It seemed the original plan was quickly being scrapped.

No one is driving in that weather,” my mother chimed as she neared us. “I can take the kids in my room, Jona can have one room and Rafa can have the other.”

That only left one person…

“Y/N can stay in your room,” she said as she smiled and turned to me.

“Ma—“ I began to speak but her stern look in my direction let me know she wasn’t up for any rebuttals and I shut my mouth. It was as if she was reveling in the opportunity to coup me and my ex up in a room alone. It wasn’t that she hated Daniela but I could tell she found herself comparing her to my past relationship and absolutely no one could live up to her beloved Y/N.

She patted my shoulder with a smile. “I’ll go tell her she’ll be in your room.”


I lay still in the bed, almost as still and straight as a statue as I stared up at the ceiling, trying to make sure I remained on my side of the bed with no touching of Thiago or his side. It was yet another night I found myself in his clothing only this time we were tasked with sharing the same bed. That was surely a harder task.

Even now lying in the same bed, we hadn’t exchanged many words. He had asked me whether I wanted a long-sleeved or a short-sleeved t-shirt to sleep in and that was about it for my exchange with Thiago Alcântara. I wasn’t sure if he was ever going to speak or if he was just going to find a way to fall asleep without speaking a word but I figured it would just have to be me who would break the silence.

“Do you still like to fall asleep with music on?”

“What?” I could tell he was taken by surprise by the fact I had chosen to speak and maybe even from such a random question. I repeated it for him.

“Do you still sleep with music?”

“…Sometimes. Daniela can’t fall asleep with music playing so I don’t usually.”

The mention of her name now sent a disapproving chill down my spine. It was the first time he had spoken her name directly to me. Not lingering on it any longer, I reached over to the nightstand by the bed and grabbed for my phone, unlocking it and heading for my music app and browsing the various stations I had saved to my phone. A small, satisfied grin perked my lips as I selected one and the low volume of music filled the once silent room.

I wasn’t 100% sure but I thought I could make out the small hint of a smile from him through the darkness of the bedroom. “Thank you.”

“No problem.” I sunk further into the sheets, my eyes still looking up at the ceiling as I found my body relaxing to the tone of music. I had even begun to hum a little to myself until the song switched off, now replaced with a song that immediately made my eyes widen. My excitement was impossible to contain as that familiar introduction melody caused me to jump from under the blankets and land my feet against the floor. I stood up and rushed to the other side of the bed where Thiago lay, who was now looking up at me with curious eyes though I was sure he knew why I was so beside myself.

“Get up!”

He chuckled still looking to me. “What? No. I’m not dancing.”

“Aw come on. This was your favorite song when we were dating.” I wasn’t willing to take such an easy no as I held out my hand for him to take. He looked between my pleading pout and the outstretched hand a few times before sighing and beginning to get up to my delight, his hand landing on top of mine once he finally pushed the blankets on top of him to the side.

The slow sounds of ‘You’ by Jesse Powell continued to play as my feet began to move side to side to the rhythm and Thiago quickly found pace with me as one of his hands remained connected with mine and the other found comfort on my waist while we slow danced. I could see his eyes close for a brief moment, feeling the music, before he opened them and looked directly to an already staring me. It made him smile. “Stop staring at me, punk,” he joked.

I giggled. “Okay. I’m done looking.”

It seemed he found comfort quite fast because soon enough, he rested his head on my shoulder, the curls of his hair pressing against my neck. Our feet continued to move about the room in a slow dance, my eyes pressing closed as I relished the feeling of the moment. It was a similar feeling to one I remembered from us doing the same thing during our time together as we would find ourselves entangled in each other’s arms and allowing music to express our love for each other.

A silly part of me felt that was happening again right now.


It’s a Wonderful Life: George Bailey [ENFP]

Ne: George doesn’t just have one idea for his life – he has dozens, all of them gathered from and related to the external world around him. He wants to go places, do things, build all sorts of things – skyscrapers, docks, houses. As a child, he fantasizes about having harems in the middle east and going to Africa on a safari. George has a big imagination and hates his mundane life in Bedford Falls.

Fi: He’s an individual who puts aside his personal desires to help others out, not because he is adapting to them but because he feels personally responsible for their well-being. George holds very strong opinions that whenever he’s upset, come out in unpleasant ways (“why do we have to have so many kids?”). He is driven by his own passions, often hampered through his responsibilities. George is a very kind and tender-hearted man, and a little shy when it comes to intruding on the emotions of others.

Te: His organizational skills allow him to keep the Building & Loan up and running after his father dies. He organizes paper drives and scrap drives during the war. He often talks about his ideas out loud, tying them in with his fantastical imagination (“Let’s go for a walk in the moonlight… up to a pool where it’s all green, and we’ll swim in it in the moonlight!”). When driven to the edge, George makes an emotionally-charged rational decision to kill himself for his insurance money.

Si: Since this is his weakest function, George struggles to be sentimental about the house and Bedford Falls, until he realizes what life would be like without him and it in his life. Then, he comes to treasure his memories of helping keep Bedford Falls out of Potter’s hands, and learns to love his old house.