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And Finally the last day of Stanchez Week 2017: Road Trip

What a better road trip than the road trip of life with all your primary modes of transportation.

Song Inspiration is ‘We Got to get out of this Place’ by the Animals

Patater Week (Feb 7) - Proposal


It was supposed to be a romantic camping getaway. Instead, they’re tearing the campsite apart as fast as possible because the radio announced a freak blizzard on the way and snowflakes are already billowing down.

They manage to get everything in the car and drive out of the woods without they get stuck in a forming snowdrift.

Alexei drives, because they’re in Canada, the car is a rental, and of the two of them, he’s the one with an international driver’s license.

(”Can’t believe you have passport but not international driver’s license, Kent. What you do when you playing in Vancouver? Or Montreal?”

“I go back to the hotel after the game and I sleep.”)

Alexei is calm but Kent is scrunched down in the passenger’s seat, seething. Alexei thinks the glower is darker than warranted, but he does kind of understand Kent’s annoyance. The camping trip was his idea. A just-over-two-years anniversary trip, since their actual anniversary was in the middle of playoffs due to their having hooked up during All Stars weekend one time and managing to admit mutual feelings of “like” around the time they realized they might be facing off for the cup.

They hadn’t, but the Skype call regarding that issue had been enlightening, to say the least.

“Is okay, Kent,” Alexei says as the windshield wipers zip across his vision and the road before him turns increasingly white. “We try again, yes? Maybe go back out tomorrow, if weather clears?”

Kent grumbles and buries his nose deeper in his coat. He’s cold-blooded and gets chills if a cool breeze blows by. Alexei loves it, because it gives him the excuse to wrap Kent up in Alexei’s warm arms all the time. Now, he pats Kent’s leg. But Kent’s not having it. He grumbles again and says, “No way this’ll clear up by tomorrow. Next week, maybe.”

“So we re-schedule our flights home,” Alexei says. He takes his hand back, because a responsible driver always has two hands on the wheel. “Stay in hotel until snow is gone. No big deal—”

And that is the moment one of their tires blows out.

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flaminganakin  asked:

was the "arm incident" caused by Dooku kicking one of Cinderanakin's droid pals?

he sees little mouse droid C-3PO with his tiny hat that Anakin made for him. he’s bored, and curious to see if the hat means this droid is different somehow, so he picks C-3PO up and inspects him. C-3PO squeals and shrieks, and Dooku tosses him aside. literally tosses.

Anakin, who is serving wine for Dooku and Palps while the two chat, shouts, “Don’t do that!” and rushes over to put C-3PO right-side up and put his hat back on.

Dooku is irritated. “I do not take orders from servant-boys,” he says. “Now come back over here and finish pouring my wine.”

Anakin shuffles over and does as he’s told. “You sh-shouldn’t treat droids that way,” he mutters. Dooku hears him.

“I do not tolerate backchat,” he growls, smacking Anakin in the back of the head. Anakin only barely manages to avoid spilling wine all over the Count. “And I doubt your Master does either.”

“Quite right, my friend,” Palpatine murmurs. “Anakin, apologize immediately.”

Anakin bows his head. “I’m very sorry, sir,” he mumbles obediently. “I won’t disrespect you like that again.”

But he does. He does and worse. Dooku comments that such insolent mouths as Anakin’s deserved to be muzzled, and Palpatine agrees. He says that if Anakin wore a muzzle, he wouldn’t have to suffer through his pathetic stuttering. Dooku chuckles and likens Anakin to a whimpering dog. Palpatine smirks and says that Anakin is about as flea-ridden as a dog, and a mutt besides.

“The mother was unmarried from Tatooine; no doubt she hadn’t a clue who his father was.”

Dooku swirls his wine. “You can expect as much from a bitch,” he says cleverly.

Palpatine laughs.

Anakin brings the bottle of wine down over Dooku’s head.

It doesn’t break - the glass is thick and Anakin isn’t very strong - but Dooku goes down, clutching his head and hollering. Palpatine slaps Anakin so hard he goes down too, and hisses at him to stay down.

Palpatine calls his medical droid in to tend to the Count. He’s fine by the time Anakin sees him in morning. He’s absolutely furious.

Palpatine makes him an offer. Dooku accepts.

Anakin never knows what they did with his arm. Dooku implied that they fed it to the dogs.

The Interview

Originally posted by fornootherreasondave

Author’s Note: Coach smut because I can and I want to!!! Lol I hope you enjoy it ;) Took me awhile to get it to where I wanted, so I hope it’s worth it!

Tagging @xteenwolfwritingsx because COACH SMUT

Warnings: Language; so much smut; holy shit the smut


The decision to return to my old stomping grounds had not been a difficult one. After graduating from college and applying for the job, I was excited to hear back almost immediately with an offer. Beacon Hills High was comfortable and familiar, something that I felt would be good for me to start out my career with.

Since I had graduated several years ago, I didn’t know any of the students. A couple younger siblings bore resemblances to kids that I had attended school with, and most of the staff was still there from my high school days, so it was like a not-so-fresh fresh start.

The position was easy enough, heading up the school paper and news website. It was like being an editor, only my authors and photographers were high school kids. I enjoyed the work, which was all that really mattered.

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my friend found this im crying

anonymous asked:

dont worry brendan no one is more universially hated than your own father

So while he wanted to avoid people, this random person with shades just comes up to him and tells him that.  Instead of making him better, it actually pissed him off and now he was angry. He grit his teeth and glared at the anon, trembling with rage.

All of those people who hate him can go fuck themselves. Normally he tried not to swear because of his time with Juan, who convinced him it was unbecoming of a cultured gentlemen to speak in such a way. Though at this point, all pretense was gone and now the hurt and the rage mixed together into a stew of disdain and bitterness.

They know jack shit about him. What’s he’s been through. What’s he’s done for his family OR for any and everyone under his god damn care. He grabbed the  shades wearing messenger by their collar and held them up in the air. The though of choking them came to mind but Brendan was trying to avoid totally  losing shit and hurting a stranger. 

They can shove their hatred back up their sorry asses with exploding pinecos for all I care. Their opinions mean shit to me and I- He began to shake them, -am-tired-of-dealing-with-shit-this-fucking-week.He shook them roughly with every word he said before throwing them to the ground.

Get out of my sight and tell the haters to eat a steaming pile of Tauros shit before even thinking of talking bad about my father again. GOT IT?His Blaziken came out at this point and stood between the messenger and Brendan.  On edge and wondering if a fight would ensure.