#atgaeaster

@declxnthemute​

one of the great psychologists would no doubt chalk woody’s childlike nature up to the abuse he faced growing up . the male was emotionally stunted ( and that was putting it lightly ) . he was unintelligent , impulsive , and not to mention a downright pain in the ass , and that didn’t stop just because it was jesus’ day to rise or whatever nathan had explained easter as . for the anderson boy the april celebration meant one thing and one thing only -- chocolate . that was a luxury for the brothers , as bobby anderson had never bought his boys an egg or even so much as one of those tiny plastic chickens that were a dollar at the store . that meant that whenever the small spheres in shiny packaging were at stake he’d do anything to get his filthy hands on them , and that meant anything . being so lanky and tall meant that he wasn’t the best ninja , and so when he crept up behind gabe and tried to swipe an egg from his basket he was nearly immediately caught . “ it -- uh , ‘s not what it looks like . swear it , “

@k-s-horowitz​

“ stop being such a fuckin’ killjoy and help me out !! “ woody had noticed that the keepers for the little ‘ zoo ‘ had their backs turned , helping some of the younger generation learn how to hold a bunny properly , but the tattooed male had his eye on the goats that were happily grazing on the abundance of grass in grant park . did they need a goat ?? no , absolutely not . did woody think they did ?? of course . it was woody , after all . it was a surprise that he was even sober but the pair were quickly understanding that he didn’t need substances to do completely crazy , impulsive things , “ you keep ‘em busy , alright ?? i’ll grab billy and his gruff , “

For whatever reason, Lara had decided she wanted to guess how many jellybeans were in the jar. She knew that she probably couldn’t guess even close...but hey, that was the fun of it all right? Even if she knew better the doctor couldn’t help herself. She loved carnival games she knew were rigged, or cliffs that had hand and footholds just slightly out of reach, she liked challenges more than most things in her life. She looked at the jar carefully before glancing around to see if anyone she knew was around, but no one specifically popped out. So the first person who walked passed her she grabbed their attention and smiled softly at the man. “Hey, this is probably a weird question but would you mind helping me with this? You might be able to help me narrow my guess down.”

a carnival wouldn’t be the first place you’d expect an anderson to hang out but there he was , at the top of the ferris wheel as it continued to squeak around and around in circles . thank god he wasn’t afraid of heights as this was his third time on the ride ( or was it his fourth ?? ) , exercising the part of his brain that had never really developed past seven or so years of age and clearing nathan’s pockets out in the process . whatever charity all this money was going towards was probably going to be single-handedly propped up by the oldest brother before long . rickety old parts weren’t the most reliable and so , after what seemed like an extremely clunky ascent the cogs began to splutter and die off , and the ride completely jammed altogether leaving the heavily tattooed man forced to converse with the stranger beside him . “ listen -- i dunno what they put in that candyfloss down there but it’s sure as hell more addictive than crack and , believe me , i love some fuckin’ crack , “