notafuckingnut: ([after school special]:  me too?)
[Anyone paying attention is treated to a good thirty seconds of humming -- "Jingle Bell Rock" at first but then "Do They Know It's Christmas" -- but it stops abruptly when he actually finds his train of thought.]

..Is there a word for when you get a song stuck in your head, but every time you get to one part it turns into something else?  And it keeps looping because you can't remember any more of it?

There's probably one in German.  They're always good for that.

But seriously.  I'm getting sick of it; it ends up on that one about whether or not people know it's Christmas and it's just fucking depressing.

[He looks guilty for all of ten seconds -- he's probably not supposed to be cursing, at least not out loud because it's impolite, but whatever.]


[A/N: AU!Richie is the adoptive son of William von Graham and Hannibal.  He's a little misguided, and has a tendency towards Bad Life Choices, cursing like a sailor, submitting to peer pressure entirely too easily, and impulsive decisionmaking, but he's generally not a bad kid.

Although you might not want to leave him in charge of your pets, plants, or small children; he tends to be unintentionally neglectful of them.]
notafuckingnut: (...finish this later?)
[A day or so after he's let out of his room]

[private post to Wanda that really isn't private at all because Richie fails often]

Hey, uh.  You know that thing we did?  Before?  Is there a chance we could maybe do that again sometime?
notafuckingnut: (SO not cool dude)
[After damage control courtesy of Will.  And yes, this post is during the Flood.  Heh.]

[Private to Graham]

What the fuck, man?  You could've just taken it, you didn't have to...what the hell was that for?!   How am I s'posed to fucking live like this?  PUT IT BACK, YOU FUCKING ASS.
notafuckingnut: (sneaking around)
[Here Barge, have a very pleased-looking Richie; SOMEBODY was enjoying himself during the flood.  Don't mind the lump on the bed, it's nothing important.  I'M LOOKING AT YOU, WILL.  Don't look.  Really.]


Well that was fun.  More things like that and I could get used to this place.





[Because the mun was minor!fail this week, just pretend this is the day after the Flood ended.]

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Richie Gecko

It's a Dark Night

hot air hangs like a dead man
from a white oak tree
people sitting on porches
thinking how things used to be
dark night
dark night

the neighborhood was changing
strangers moving in
a new boy fell for a local girl
when she made eyes at him

she was young and pretty
no stranger to other men
but doors were being locked at night
old lines were drawn again

I thought things like that
didn't matter anymore
I thought all the blood
had been shed long ago

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