#atrickything

Normally, she was a talker. Everyone knew Robin as always having something to say, even if that something was at times nonsensical and perhaps borderline idiotic. But it was a way to fill the silence and to get people to react, which was better than staring, which was, well, what she found herself doing now.

Not without reason, though. She knew that shock of red hair. Knew it oh so very well not just because they’d gone to school together but because it had been plastered all over town on any number of posters. Missing. Missing. Missing.

Until now.

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Vanilla is a flavor that Steve remembers very differently from when he was young.

It's considered a boring choice and there's a reason the expression is the way it is; vanilla is supposedly easy and everywhere and overused. But vanilla and vanillin are vastly different compounds and Steve can't help but be that old person who says things were different in his day.

Because it was.

Vanilla just tasted more...rich. Complex. Not like the artificial stuff that's everywhere today. And while everyone says back then was simpler times they really weren't. In a way, vanilla is a reminder of that. Complexities change, but society is always going to be one of those things that's hard to master.

* it’s truly a wonder that you’re still alive. (amara at st. john)

@atrickything​ isn’t wrong on this count...

St. John spreads his hands out and up, innocent feigned or insisted upon, depending on your vantage point. Fires still crackling behind him and whether asked or not, he was certainly going to give his opinion on. “Amara, darling, you don’t give me nearly enough credit. Certainly you know I’m a bloody hard bloke to kill, by now. Not one to go out in anything less than a blaze of glory, of which this hardly qualifies for.”

@atrickything​ is being especially rude today...

     ❛ i can read your fortune. it says you’re a nerd. ❜ (steve, from barb)

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You might be surprised to discover that Jim actually can drive! He used to own this ugly as sin brown manual Volkswagen Beetle - a convertible! - that he drove around during the late 80s when he was operating as a paranormal P.I.

Clearly, he has no concern for parking where he isn't supposed to!

But he's actually a fairly decent driver, if not perhaps a bit impatient. He'd say that's just the New Yorker in him, however.

These days Jim doesn't have much reason to drive; and after his fourth death in the early 90s he stayed dead for good. He has no idea what happened to the Beetle but he hopes it went on to do great things. Jim still remembers how to drive, however, though he definitely learned on stick and definitely does not understand how computers came to be in cars these days.

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Is it basic to say that Clint has fond memories of autumn?

Autumn is when it's still warm enough to ride with the windows down; all of seventeen and no fucking license at all but who cares? The fields on either side all look the same - there's no change to anything in the Midwest, not really - but the road is open and the cassette player is pumping. The last of their money has been used on shit food and they'll regret it tonight. But in that moment waves of corn ripple and there's literally nothing to hold them back.

It's a time when the nights are crisp and chilly. You need a sleeping bag to sleep in the truck bed, but a fire does wonders until late in the night. Crackling embers and spitting sparks as they share a jar of peanut butter and marshmallow fluff with the last of the bread. Seeing who knows the cruder version of the joke.

The summer circuit is over in fall and the winter one just starting.

But it's two weeks or so of freedom, where nothing matters. Where an overlook is a worthwhile stop and a lake is something not to be missed. Laughing and skipping stones and for once everything is up to their whims, their mercies, their very own decisions.

Autumn is when Clint used to feel the most free.