#//Special is the dad that Jerry deserves

[flwersgarden]

♡ lovestruck. °₊

pairings : elvis presley x female reader.

summary : elvis turns into a brat whenever you're not with him.

includes : fluff, (mainly) elvis being clingy (and childish), some swearing words.

author's note : this is a little present for my 170 followers! i still can't believe i have that many people who enjoy what i write and it just makes me so happy!!! i had a bunch of requests for something with the real elvis so this is for all of those lovely anons<3

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if someone would've told you that the moment elvis presley and you started dating he would make tantrums whenever you leave his side and deny anyone else's help but yours; you would've punched them in the face for playing with your feelings.

but now you would just hug them and nod while sighing. because that's exactly what he does.

elvis considers himself as a hopeless romantic, he believes in love at first sight and in the fairytale kind of love story. it didn't help that you were almost the same.

you and elvis met when he delivered some packages to your family business, he invited you a cold coke in your lunch break and the both of you just felt a spark. the rest is history (literally).

elvis got famous and you married him a few months later, just after he arrived to germany, now being at his side whenever he needed or wanted.

and you love him with all the love you could possibly have for someone as special as he is for you — you felt like you were going to burst out crying everytime you see his beautiful face.

you thought for a long time that you were the sensible and clingy one in the relationship as you always grabbed his hand in press conferences that you were invited to, gave him a kiss before every show to keep his stage fright at bay, pampering him after every show and telling him he deserves to be taken care of at least once, caressing his hair whenever he fell asleep on your lap, cuddling him while sleeping together at hotels or in your room at Graceland, tying his tie in those rare occasions he wore suits, kissing him on the cheek before he goes to meet some fans outside your home, etcetera.

it was just your routine.

you remember telling elvis about psychical touch being your love language at the first stages of the relationship.

“ but, and i mean this, if you ever feel overwhelmed for everything, just tell me and i'll stop. ”

“ i will, mama. ”

but he never told you anything. because he loved it. even more than he liked to admit. and he confirmed it the week you went away for a family trip.

you told elvis you were going to visit your sibling as they just had a baby a few days before you had to go and he took it very well, just nodding and smiling while you told him, feeling very calm.

he was also calm when you were packing your stuff while listening to him complaining about some childish fight he and some member of the memphis mafia got in, just to fill the silence.

he was also calm while kissing you goodbye, wishing you the best, telling you to be careful and ordering you to call him at least every two days to know you were good. after agreeing at everything you kissed him again, fixing his hair before driving away. he just waved you goodbye while ignoring that weird feeling he felt.

and he was also calm the next day, eating breakfast and dinner with his dad before practicing some songs in his piano and even calling some friends of his to hang out with.

but he stopped being calm the day after that.

he woke up with the sun hitting his eyes making him gruff and turn around, watching the clock in the nightstand, widening his eyes at the hour.

“ god-dammit! ” he said with his deep morning voice, almost tripping while getting out of bed, running to the phone and immediately calling jerry, who usually told him almost everything.

“ jerry here. ” his friend's typically calm voice answered.

“ jerry, man! ”

“ ep, what the fuck, where are you? ” it sounded like jerry was walking out of a room, 'whispering' to the phone, now his voice sounded concerned.

“ i fell asleep, damn it. ” elvis just ran his hand by his hair, the way you use to do when he felt stressed. “ what are y'all doing? ”

“ well, all the musicians are waiting for you while practicing and everyone else are just cracking jokes, the colonel almost sent the whole police force there to see what made you so late. ”

elvis just sighed.

“ okay, tell 'em i'm really sorry and that i'll be there in ten. ”

“ you good? something happened? are you sick? ”

“ nah, nah, i just... i'll tell ya later. ”

“ sure. see you then. ”

“ see ya. ”

elvis hung up, hitting his forehead in the wall next to him before walking to the bathroom to get ready.

you were the one to usually wake him as you woke up earlier because of all the household duties you love to do. it was after you told him after he insisted on hiring someone for it:

“ i love taking care of you, don't be stubborn. ”

that he stopper insisting.

now he regrets letting you win because he got so used to your cute voice waking him up with little kisses in his face.

damn, he felt like he was going to cry.

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after he arrived, everyone was around him, asking him if he was okay, if something happened, it made him want to hold his head to block out the noise.

“ nah, 'm good, don' worry, 'kay? ” he said with a tired tone in his voice.

you usually walked hand in hand with him, answering all questions for him as you knew how overwhelmed he could get at this hour and even more when he had to practice for some show.

elvis then sat in the chair inside the booth, clearing his throat. feeling a bit weird as you weren't there to give him his good luck kiss.

“ ep, you good? ”

he turned to see the pianist looking at him.

“ yeah, yeah, just a bit, uh... don't worry. ” he just shook his head, giving a thumbs up for the music to start.

he spent the whole session spacing out after ending a song, laughing quietly at some jokes and just drinking water.

he felt so weird. he didn't knew in what moment did your touch became so comforting to him at the point where he felt he was going insane without it.

when steve gave everyone a five minute break elvis just shoot himself out his seat, almost running to the phone out of the booth.

dialing your number he waited, not patiently, for you to pick up.

“ hello? ” elvis thought he was going to pass out at the sound of your voice, he really missed you.

“ baby! god, it's so good to hear your voice. but hey, i think you cursed me or something 'cause y'know i got late today because i couldn't wake up without your 'good morning', ” he even made a girly voice in an attempt to copy yours. “ then i didn't had breakfast because i tried to do that sandwich you make for me and it just. didn't. hit. the. same. ” he stomped his feet at every pause, like a toddler. “ and i almost break down crying because i didn't get your good morning kiss either, can you come home? ”

he waited for an answer, probably a 'okay, i'm actually taking a plane back home as we speak' type of answer but what he got was laughter.

laughter.

“ wha-. is my suffering funny to ya'? ” he asked with his hand in his waist; doing his dad stance.

“ oh my god! elvis aaron presley, are you telling me to go back home because you couldn't get your good morning kissie? ” you said between laughs, probably tears running down your face.

“ no! ” he defensively said, looking around before saying. “ not just that, it's the sandwich too. ”

you laughed harder.

“ stop laughing, it's not funny! at all! if you told me 'elvis, i love you and i need you to leave right now to be at my side', i'll do it! i'll take the first plane back home and- ”

his rant was cut off as steve screamed at him.

“ elvis, come on! ”

elvis sighed.

“ you have to go back? ”

“ yeah... ”

“ okay, look, call me when the session ends and we'll talk about whatever you need, okay? ”

“ okay... ” he pouted like a child.

“ okay. i love you, you baby. ”

“ 'm not a baby. ”

“ sure. ”

you hung up, making elvis sigh again.

“ elvis-! ”

“ yeah, i hear you, goddammit! ”

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he was now in his dressing room, sitting in the chair as his makeup artist worked while listening to the colonel explaining the whole agenda to steve.

elvis was playing with his straw, occasionally smiling to his makeup artist in a way to say that it was going good.

“ colonel, with all due respect, i feel like 'suspicious minds' should be the open scene, it's just a small show, not a big event. ”

“ no, no, no! it should be polk salad annie, it's fun, it's upbeat! ” the colonel turned to elvis, pointing at his figure with his clown custom cane making elvis snicker as he remembered that time you joked about the colonel showing a picture of him to the shop worker about the type of cane he wanted and them just giving him a clown cane. “ my boy would agree with me! ”

steve just sighed. “ elvis, what do you think? ”

“ uh... ” the makeup artist took a step back, elvis standing up; putting his hands in his waist, looking at the ground. “ excuse me. ” he walked to the white phone that was on the table.

“ what are you doin- ” elvis held a finger to the colonel.

“ hiya, baby! ” elvis greeted you, showing his back to the colonel and his profile to steve. “ wanna ask you something really quick, uh, what song do you like more as an opening song: 'suspicious minds' or 'polk salad annie'? ”

steve had to turn his head to the side to hide his laughter at the sight of the colonel's shocked face.

“ suspicious minds? great! thank you and enjoy your day, doll, i love ya'. ” he kissed the phone before hanging up, looking at the colonel with a confident smile.

“ suspicious minds will be the opening song. ” he sat in the chair again, grabbing his coke and sipping it while looking at the song lyrics clearly unaware of the situation before hearing steve's loud laughter.

“ what in the damn hell just happened? ” the colonel asked while steve kept laughing.

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he was getting ready for a press conference, fixing his hair for the millionth time.

the colonel was giving orders to the press, telling them what was appropriate to ask and what not while elvis stood behind him, next to jerry and another memphis mafia member.

“ shit. ” he muttered under his breath, trying to make his hair look good.

“ what's going on? ” jerry asked, sparing a glance to elvis.

“ my hair is looking like a damn mess. ” he complained, his hands still touching the ends of his hair.

“ lemme call the styl-. ”

“ no, he doesn't know how to do this. ” elvis quickly turned the offer down, getting more nervous as he saw how his hair continued to look like he just woke up or something.

“okay! boy, we' goin' out right now-. ”

“ no, just let me fix this. ”

come on, you dumb hair, work!

“ elvis, we don't have ti-. ”

“ wait! ” he quickly remembered what you used to do, he grabbed steve's water bottle wetting a part of his scarf in it now using that piece of cloth to tame his hair down, making it work. not as perfectly as it did when you did it but it worked.

“ 'kay, let's go. ” he shrugged his shoulders, walking to the press conference with five shocked and confused faces behind him.

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after the show, elvis just dried his sweat with the white towel he was given by some staff giving them a quick 'thank you' as he walked to his dressing room.

in a moment of obliviousness he stopped in his tracks, leaning his cheek to the side while drying his wet hair.

everyone just stood quiet.

“ uh... elvis? ” steve asked, looking at elvis as if he was insane. “ you good? ”

he just looked at steve like he was bothering him before realizing what the fuck he was doing.

snapping out of the state of mind he was in, he stood straight, clearing his throat.

“ sorry, thought the suit was... tighter. ” he whispered the last part, walking quickly to his dressing room while everyone looked confused.

he dialed you again, now in his expensive robe, sitting in the small couch his dressing room had.

“ hi! ” your voice welcomed him again.

“ i'm going insane. ”

a few seconds of silence passed.

“ okay, what happened? ” you asked as if this was normal to you, it sounded like you were in some kind of outdoor area as the wind could be heard.

“ i just- you're going to laugh again. ”

“ i won't! ”

elvis reluctantly shook his head.

“ i don't believe you. listen, just... can you come home? i really, really miss you. baby, i'll send the private jet, hell, i'll fly it myself! ” he threw a hand to the air, hitting his elbow with something making him pout.

you softly chuckled. “ elvis, just for two days mor-. ”

he groaned.

“ no! i want you here right now! you don't get it, i have to take this suffering alone. ”

you held your laughter back, shaking your head.

“ elvis, it's just for two days, they're going to pass quick! i'll be there in a blink, you'll see. ”

he blinked.

“ liar. ”

“ elvis! ” you laughed. “ you're being a brat. ”

“ hey! 'm not. ” he sighed again, falling in the couch as if it was some kind of support. “ fine. two more days and you take your cute ass home, got it? ”

“ yes. ” you chuckled. “ i love you, sleep well. ” you sent him a kiss, making him smile.

“ i love you too, g'bye. ”

“ bye. ”

the call ended. making elvis feel lonely again.

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it was now the day you were going to come back home, elvis dressed the best he could, driving himself to the airport as he insisted in you traveling back home with his plane so he could welcome you without anyone bothering you.

he was checking himself out after arriving, fixing his hair the best he could, cleaning his glasses and trying to make his outfit look better. feeling the excitement feel his body at the realization that he was going to go back to normal, his morning kisses will be there, the pampering will be there after every show... and those delicious pj's sandwiches you do.

thank god you're already his wife because he could propose you again.

... why not propose to you again?

before he could think even further he listened to the plane landing, bouncing in his feet like an excited kid. and after some minutes, he saw your figure go down the stairs, now in the same place as he was.

he ran to you, giggling like a love-sick high schooler, his arms holding you when you were close enough.

“ elvis! ”

“ doll! ”

you both said hugging each other with all the strength you could muster.

“ i missed you. ”

“ i missed you even more, sweetheart. ”

you both didn't notice the relieved sighs of jerry behind the both of you.

breaking up the hug, you both walked to the car. hand in hand.

“ so, how was it? did you get some free time without me? ”

elvis immediately shook his head, holding your hand tighter.

“ no doll, i beg of you to not leave me alone ever again. next family reunion i'm going with you, i don' give a damn if i have something important that day. ”

you laughed, caressing his arm with your other hand as you arrived closer to the car, jerry and steve beside the both of you.

“ that's too bad cause i thought of going to my cousin's wedding next wee-. ”

“ NO! ” three male voices shut you down, jerry pleading with his hands as if he was praying, steve with his hands in his head as if you just told him the world was ending and elvis hugging your waist as if you were going to dissappear in any second.

looks like the one that'll be needing free time is going to be you.

[joons]

Have Brian Wilson and Elvis every been connected in any way? Like, did they ever meet, listen to each other's music, etc.? If not, what do you think would have happened if they had?

Brian adored Elvis, as most teenagers did in the early '50s and '60s. Brian covered "Blue Christmas" in 1964 and often cited Elvis as one of his musical inspirations. Brian loved him for his vocal abilities, not just his status as a rock-n-roller: "I liked Elvis Presley’s songs," he said. "... I thought Elvis was a very underrated singer, he was a very good singer. He was more of a star. He was known more for his fame than his voice. I think he deserved more credit for his voice."

Brian's affinity for Elvis is evident in his stage setup for his Smile concerts in 2004, which was the first time his incomplete masterpiece (originally set for release in 1967) was performed in its entirety for the public. Brian, like Elvis, has dealt with extreme stage fright for most of his career, so for inspiration, he includes notes from his band and an image of Elvis on his keyboard.

According to band members Mike, Al, and Bruce, Elvis did know the Beach Boys and got to meet some of them in 1968 when he was preparing to resume live appearances and recording tracks for the Comeback Special.

AL JARDINE: Bruce (Johnston) and I met Elvis in the late '60s. He was working in the studio across the hall from us at Western. Bruce and I went over and introduced ourselves and he was very delighted to see us. He was trim and great looking, just like his album covers. He hadn’t gone back out on the road yet. We encouraged him to get back to work and he took us up on it. MIKE LOVE: He was in the big room at Western and had his cape on at the time (laughs). He was preparing to go back out on tour and he was asking us, “Well, what’s it like?” He was a really kind gentleman. He couldn’t have been nicer. He definitely knew who The Beach Boys were. You couldn’t not be aware of who The Beach Boys were in the '60s.

Brian was not with them at the time and never got to see Elvis perform live, but their careers continued to connect in interesting ways. Jerry Schilling, a member of the Memphis Mafia and good friend of Elvis, departed Elvis' group in 1976 to begin managing the Beach Boys full time. He became good friends with the band, especially Carl Wilson, the youngest Wilson brother. "After Elvis, Carl was my closest friend," Jerry said. After Elvis' death in 1977, Carl offered to visit with Vernon Presley, Elvis' dad, to spend time with him and get his mind off his grief.

Jerry Schilling was also married to Myrna Smith, a member of the Sweet Inspirations, a gospel group that provided backing vocals for all of Elvis' stage shows. Myrna wrote the lyrics for many of Carl's solo projects, including a tribute song for Elvis that was being considered as the theme song for the 1981 documentary This Is Elvis. Carl wrote the music, played guitar and sang backing vocals, and Myrna wrote the lyrics and sang. The song was abandoned, but the demo tapes were recovered not too long ago.

JERRY SCHILLING: The song ... tells who Elvis was … the lyrics and the music. It’s simple, it’s sweet, and it’s deep. It’s emotional to talk about it, because all three of these people – who were so close to me in my life – are all gone. But boy, this is a great piece of all of their music left behind honoring Elvis, and done by Carl and Myrna.

Elvis and Brian also both got to work closely with guitarist James Burton. Burton was much more of a long-term staple for Elvis, but he played in sessions for Smile and remembered how Brian would invite musicians to his home and make them spend the night so they could play at all hours.

Now, we get to the best part: Brian and Elvis did meet once, and it's one of my favorite stories of all time. Here is Brian telling the story on The Tonight Show.

It's been told a few different ways (Brian, bless him, is sort of an unreliable narrator, so bear this in mind), but every version is just incredible.

JAMES BURTON: I walked into the big studio, and Brian Wilson was in there mixing a record that I played on. And he said, "Whatcha doing here, man?" [I said,] "I’m in the next room with Elvis rehearsing." He said, "Oh! Please, please take me to meet Elvis." I took him in and he walked up to Elvis and was just looking at him. And Elvis stuck his hand out to shake hands and he couldn’t move. Daily Express/Elvis Birthday Celebration at Graceland, 2020

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JERRY SCHILLING: We were at a rehearsal session at RCA Studios in Hollywood, and Elvis always prided himself on our security. There was security at the studio as well. This big, overweight, bearded guy came into the studio and went right up to Elvis and went, "Hi Elvis, I'm Brian." And Elvis was very upset with us thinking, "How did this guy get in here and who is he?" So Brian said, "I'm recording next door. Would you come over and listen?" And Elvis looked at us; it's almost in spite of us since this guy had gotten through. He said, "Yeah, I'll go over."  So we went over, and Terry Melcher, Doris Day's son, was producing. Terry played a track for Elvis, and Brian said, "Do you think we have anything?" And Elvis said, "No." And we went back to our studio. Later, the security guys told us it was Brian Wilson of The Beach Boys. elvis.com.au

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BRIAN WILSON: I was recording with Terry Melcher at RCA Victor Records in 1975. We were working on the song “Why Do Fools Fall in Love?” Terry said, “Hey, Elvis is in the next studio recording.” That was a big surprise to hear he was in the studio next to me. So I walked into the studio and said, “Hi, I’m Brian Wilson,” and he goes, “Hello, Duke.” I don’t know why he called me Duke. I said, “Would you like to hear what I’m doing in the studio?” and he said yes. So we walked over to my studio and listened to what I was doing and then said he had to leave. It was a thrill to meet him and he was real happy to meet me. Rock Cellar, 2013

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BRIAN WILSON: Yeah, around 1969 we were recording in the same place as Elvis, and I asked him if he’d come across the way to our studio. He shook my hand and goes, “I’ve heard a lot about you. How you doin’, Duke?” He called me “Duke,” don’t ask me why. (laughs) So I figured okay, Elvis is like me, a joker, so I’m going to play a little joke on him. I knew he was a black belt, so I faked a karate chop and a kick at him. He blocked them both easily, and I started cracking up, to show him I was kidding, but he didn’t think it was funny and said, “Hey, Duke, don’t do that.” I said, “Hey man, I’m just kidding around.” So we talked about music for a few minutes, about “Good Vibrations,” and then the conversation sort of died down, so, to liven things up, I threw another karate chop at him. He backed up in his chair, says, “I’m a little worried about you, Duke,” and then signaled to his boys that they were leaving. I never saw him again. I regret that. He was quite an artist. Interview with Alex Simon, 2012

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What has been your most embarrassing moment? BRIAN WILSON: When I karate chopped Elvis Presley. He called me "Duke" - I was so nervous I acted stupid. It was in 1975 at RCA Victor Studios. After I did that, he said, "I gotta get outta here." The Guardian, 2004

BLESS HIS HEART.

This was definitely in 1975, not 1969, while Elvis was working on "Pieces of My Life" from the Today album. Around this time, Brian was mostly just fussing around in the studio, trying to come up with the Beach Boys' next album and attempting to produce small songs for other acts. Brian says he met Elvis while recording "Why Do Fools Fall in Love," which most likely means not his 1964 version but the version he was producing for California Music, a supergroup involving Terry Melcher, Bruce Johnston, Dean Torrence, and others.

This is the song he played for Elvis, most likely.

BRIAN: Do you think we have anything? ELVIS: No.

I agree with E, I think; you had to have the biggest brain imaginable to understand Brian's sound in the mid-'70s. The songs he'd come up with over the next two years are awesome, but weird, and you can tell this is an early effort in a period where he wasn't really trying very hard to complete anything. Actually laughing so hard at Elvis listening to this and just 😬

I don't think Elvis was actually mad or anything, there are a thousand stories of him and his bodyguards reacting quickly to any sudden movement and then relaxing once they realized it was just an overeager fan, and Brian is the biggest wild card, lmao. I'm sure if Elvis had no idea who he was at the time or how he got in, he was probably a bit unsettled but didn't want to be rude. Also very likely that Elvis was bored out of his mind recording in this time period and just wanted an excuse to procrastinate.

Getting back to the other ways they're connected, I love what Brian said, "Elvis is like me, a joker." That's so true. They are both always the Weirdest Person in the Room, which you can SEE in this brief meeting. It kind of makes me think they wouldn't get each other unless circumstances were ideal to really let loose. They both had bonkers, deadpan humor that would go over most people's heads, and they both loved playing pranks on people. I think they would enjoy talking about music and spirituality as well, though Brian would have to keep it to non-drug-related revelations. They are also both girl dads, and it makes me happy just to imagine Lisa, Carnie, and Wendy all playing together. Carnie and Lisa were almost the exact same age, born just two months apart. 🥺

And, to wrap up this incredibly pointless deep dive, what I would wish most is that them knowing each other would have sped up their mutual healing. Brian to me represents the impossible, one-in-a-million shot where the cycle of exploitation that befalls sensitive, genius people in the industry breaks, and someone who was taken advantage of regains control of their life and makes their art on their own terms. Like Elvis, Brian also dealt with enormous creative pressure at a young age, crippling stage fright, a sense of alienation from his peers, a longing to go beyond formulaic music and tap into deeper emotions, binge eating and general disregard for his own health, problems with overmedication, and eventually an abusive manager who controlled all aspects of his personal life. And just ... somehow, he got out of all that and got another chance. I dearly wish Elvis had had more time. Both their stories show how precious life is and how important it is that our loved ones advocate for us, even when we're unable or unready to advocate for ourselves. And to keep responding to the joy and humor and heart in ordinary experiences and people, even when life feels hard.

And they're both so funny, pleeeeeease.

[rescuehumans-runtotherescue]

Not a hc relationship for a Burns kid with a reader (my brain can't accept that ¨reader¨ is supposed to be me 😕)

But what do you think of hc for Charlie x Carin??? Why not have some old people love fluff?? How would the rest of the Burns kids react knowing that their dad is ¨back in action 🤭😉?

I wanted to send you ideas/hc's for a future au with some of my crack ships, but I think that you won't like them

hi

Charlie x Carin Headcanons

🚨Given the fact that they’re in their middle age, most dates are probably quiet ones, when rescue work doesn’t get in the way. Their relationship gives me big “quality time as a love language” vibes.

🚨They still like to hike together! They get to appreciate nature and the quiet time away from responsibilities for a short while and just enjoy each other’s presence. Sometimes their hikes turn into picnics.

🚨They also do lunch when they can, cafe dates where Charlie pulls out her chair for her and they playfully fight over who will cover the check. Chivalry ain’t dead~

🚨They talk policing, getting to know about what each other has done and heard about working on the police force. Carin likes to get Charlie all flushed and bashful when she goes on and on about how famous he is in the mainland rescue community.

🚨They do talk about family as well. They both have plenty of stories of Jerry to laugh about, and of course there is always a lot to say about the Burns’ kids.

🚨But Charlie? Well Charlie mainly just wants to hear about her.

🚨He loves his kids and is proud of them but he hears plenty of people praising the rescue team all the time. He wants to know about her. Why she became police dispatch, why she moved to the island, if she had a spouse…

🚨And if she did, they speak of their passed loved ones fondly together, which only strengthens their bond and makes Charlie feel less guilty about pursuing love again.

🚨Sometimes they do drives around town (or Carin joins Charlie for parol) courtesy of Chase, who is painfully oblivious to these two flirting and how much of a third wheel he is.

How The Kids Would React

The Burns’ kids would definitely notice when their dad starts hanging out with a woman his age. At first they would stay out of it for sake of pretending it’s not happening and not wanting to make assumptions, but when casual meetups turn into obvious dates, they have a talk about it. And when I say ‘they’ have a talk about it, I mean just the kids.

They know their dad still loves their mom and that their dad has gone through so much that he deserves to be happy. If that’s with Carin, they’re… okay with it. Kade is surprisingly the most accepting of it.

It can’t not be awkward when your parent starts dating again. The Burns’ kids and Carin have a lot of strained awkward conversations before they get used to her being around.

They do like Carin but this doesn’t stop them from making faces and fake gagging behind her back if they catch the two getting affectionate, no matter how innocent it is.

“Oh gross, they’re kissing!”

It’s likely the most awkward for poor Cody, who is probably a teenager at the time this is happening. Not to mention the fact that he and Carin’s nephew (Jerry’s son) are likely being made to hang out more because of it. Not that Cody doesn’t like him but I’m sure he gets plenty of “Ew Aunt Carin and your dad are dating! That’s so gross!” Or they just avoid talking about it at all which makes for a lot of awkward silence.

🚨Charlie never hides his newfound relationship from his kids, but he is hesitant to talk about it.

1, because he’s not sure how they’ll react to him moving on from their mom

2, he knows it’s ‘cringy’ when a parent gets mushy with someone

And 3, he knows that they’ll tease him about it

Kade: Hey, uh, Dad! Is that a new shirt? Don’t think I’ve seen it before! Going somewhere… special?

Charlie [parent warning voice]: Kade…

Dani: Oh hush, Kade. Let him have some fun, he deserves it!

Graham: Oh, uh, but not too much fun!

Cody: Guys, ew!

[louisironson]

tv asks: Frasier, Seinfeld, MASH

all righty here we go!

Frasier

favorite character: niles and lilith are honestly tied, which is pretty impressive given that niles is in almost every episode and lilith shows up once a season max

funniest character: once again i have to give it to niles just because dhp’s sense of delivery and physical comedy is unmatched

best-looking character: ROZ AND LILITH don’t make me choose

3 favorite ships: niles/daphne forever obviouslyyyy, i can always go for roz/lilith, and just for fun frasier/cam winston they’re goofy

least favorite character: gertrude moon. let’s be honest daphne’s whole extended family. side note isn’t it wild that daphne’s dad is brian cox

least favorite ship: frasier/roz is just so boring to me. the show got it right they fuck once and go “huh nope never again”

reason why i watch it: i really do find it to be a smart and engaging show! it’s well-regarded for a reason and it’s because all of the writers very clearly were dedicated to their craft. shout out joe keenan ily joe keenan

why i started watching it: i like watching gay episodes of older shows and it turns out i really, really liked the matchmaker, and i just kept watching it, then ski lodge, then the doctor is out, and finally i said to myself “i should just be watching this whole show actually”. and i was right

Seinfeld

favorite character: i think i have to go with george on this one his specific brand of Being just rings so true. he sucks he’s doodoo and it’s very fun

funniest character: probably george again. he just hits my funny bone idk what to tell you

best-looking character: elaine! have you seen her.

3 favorite ships: the idea of having “ships” for this show full of the worst people in the worst relationships is a little laughable but george/any man is funny enough for me to consider

least favorite character: this one’s tough because most of the annoying characters are one-offs and so you don’t have time to resent their presence; they’re purely functional. sometimes they lean a little hard with newman

least favorite ship: the inverse of george/any man, which is of course jerry/any woman. he doesn’t deserve any of them, and i’m including elaine

reason why i watch it: i love shows full of people who suck and seinfeld got that shit right in an era where we were supposed to like our tv leads a lot more. for a show that’s hailed as being “about nothing” it’s somehow both mundane and full of plots that you could not get anywhere else. every time i think about the junior mint i just go. what the fuck.

why i started watching it: seinfeld is my one of my dad’s special interests so i was indoctrinated young

M*A*S*H

favorite character: benjamin franklin “hawkeye” pierce has quickly worked his way into my heart

funniest character: hawkeye again but tbh honorable mention to frank because something about him is just so stupid and goofy and it’s really hitting me lately. aw nertz you know

best-looking character: what was the one episode with radar and like the nurse who liked bach. i seem to remember her being exactly my type lol. and margaret

3 favorite ships: hawkeye really does need to fuck men. for enrichment. hunnihawk is classic, as is piercintyre, and my eyes have been opened to hawkeye/sidney. i wish i could talk about more women but i don’t want margaret to have to deal with any of these men and i haven’t met helen whitfield yet so i can’t speak to her. and there are sadly not nearly as many women on this show. its biggest flaw i’d say

least favorite character: i really don’t have one in mind they all generally work very effectively. i suppose that i think flagg is less fun to hate than, say, frank, but they serve very different purposes so i don’t mind that i react to them differently—flagg is recurring, not a regular, so it’s right that he’s best in small doses. is this enough of an answer

least favorite ship: cannot get behind hawkeye/radar. that’s literally his aunt you guys

reason why i watch it: i feel like it’s boring that i keep answering “it’s a really good and compelling piece of television” but why do you watch tv shows. because they’re good and you like them. that and i do suppose i like to see how gay of a sentence hawkeye can say without being questioned. (CAPTAIN SODOM??)

why i started watching it: it’s a classic of all classics. i’ve been on a real 70s sitcom kick and for whatever reason i was watching ones that were far far worse than mash and i was like i could be watching mash. so i did

[original-character-championship]

Go silly boy, go! I believe in you. 🙏🙏

Here's funny facts about this dude, this silly of mine:

- He has little angel and demon rats on his shoulders. They're not real, they're like his consciousness!

- He's just above regular rat size, barely cracking 2ft tall, if not a little shorter.

- His full name is Snoodle 'Jerry' Rattigan Jr.

- His Dad (Snoodle Sr.) is a mob rat that lives in his basement.

- His first name is a combination of 'silly' and 'noodle', and his last name is pulled from The Great Mouse Detective (except I added a T to be cooler).

- iirc, I've had him since 2021, he's very special to me!

- By technicality he's about 32, in actuality he's 4.

- The branch of religion he teaches is called the Critter Collective.

- He has teensy reading glasses HUHEHHA I LOVE HIM ✨✨ he deserves the world ❤️ Vote Snoodle!

[mariemarieohcontrary]

Favorite ice cream flavours of Diwa, Evangaline and Amparo??

Ooohhh thanks for the ask!

Diwa Kalangitan M. Del Rosario

Ben & Jerry's Cherry Garcia. Diwa would buy them as a reward after quarterly exams since she deserves the treat after making sure her kids passed. She also buys this for her birthday and other special occasions. (She used to buy this for herself for Valentine's Day for her self-care day.) Diwa rarely shares this, its practically a privilege if she offers someone her special ice cream. It's her wind down self care food so, yeah.

Evangeline Marie G. Lakandula

Selecta Rocky Road. Prior to meeting and marrying James (Liam), she only buys this when stressed past her limits. She also buys this as a "you survived another year" birthday reward. After getting together with James, he began keeping them in stock just so she could indulge herself in something she likes. (Hana was the first to learn bout Evangeline's favourite ice cream flavour and learned to make ice cream from scratch, Evangeline thanks her by cooking some dishes for Hana in return.)

Amparo Socorro Santos-Walker

Selecta Pistachio & Cashew. Her dad introduced this to her and Amparo got very obsessed with the flavour ever since. It became her comfort food when stressed with college or when working on a painting piece for weeks on end. When she was crying over not having her clearance signed when she was twelve and might not graduate, her dad bought her a pint and they went over her school requirements together to make it more organised. When she graduated high school, her dad held a party for her with that ice cream being part of the sweets. She and her dad also watch movies together while eating ice cream (his favourite is coffee crumble tho). Basically pistachio ice cream has a lot of happy memories for her and her dad. From highs and lows. Breakups, prom dates, first art contest win and first art contest loss, a memory was always tied to the first ice cream she got from her dad after Rebecca's death.

[lunapwrites]

LP Yells About The Sims... Again.

OK so I promise I am still writing B U T...

Still also working on this NSB challenge in the Sims4 and need to yell about it for a minute so I am going to just ... yeah.

It's official: Peach Gen (this being Gen 8) is on the board. Sort of; they're still an infant so I can't really skill them up. BUT! They are there.

The Berry family tree has gotten completely out of control, and I am ADORING the chaos. Have I been going into manage households and hunting everyone down and tweaking appearances (just to fix Crimes)? Maybe. But we have gotten to the point that uh.

You can't see the whole thing, even when zoomed all the way out. It's a little bananas. In fact, you can't see the heirs from Gen 4 onward at all in this shot. I can see Gris' twin sister Zelda, and her kids on the very far left, right under Midas and Elena. But that's it.

Have I organized everyone's headshots into a special folder organized by generation and then by which Rose Gen line they spring from? Yeah I sure did. It's easier to divide and conquer since only 5 of the 6 kids had kids and I separate heirs out into their own folder. This is normal this is fine we're doing fine.

As for how the heir thing is going. There's uh. Some story happening. And I feel like this needs explaining lol.

Caveat that I did play correctly and the Pink Gen twins (Rosa and Kamal) are the only children that Orange Gen (Ginger) has had. The rest in that line were through their dad Sidney and were entirely for The Drama (and because I needed easy fodder for Ginger to fight for her Public Enemy aspiration and turning the game into an episode of Jerry Springer seemed like a reasonable decision lmao.)

Short version: the trauma in this family compounds over the generations, holy shit. Like, just gameplay wise. And everything that each generation tries to do better than the one before they wind up somehow making worse without meaning to. I think Pink Gen is the first one that ACTUALLY starts breaking the cycle and I'm really glad that I hauled off and created a Sim to be Rosa's partner because they are wildly in love and happy and I'm living for the peace and positivity after the absolute madhouse that was Ginger's playthrough lol.

Anyway, because they deserve to be seen:

Julep (mint), Jasper (rose), Midas (yellow), Gris (grey), Iris (plum), Ginger (orange), and (below) Rosa (pink), with her extremely lovely husband Charlie who is "freckle-faced, gap-toothed farmer boy who will talk your ear off about plants." Next up is their daughter Lily (peach), but I don't take screenshots until they're at least teens. (I had Julep's pic from when I started but I didn't start tracking properly until I was well into Midas' playthrough and Jasper was already an elder... but he had red hair lol.)

Btw if you're looking for a skinblend for aesthetics I really like Honey. Obviously, since I have decided it's rated E for Everyone lmao.

Anyway I just think they're neat.

[thefilmsimps]

Elvis (dir. Baz Luhrmann)

-Jere Pilapil- 7/10 I grew up with Elvis Presley’s music in my household. My dad was and old dad: born in 1941, which would put him right in the demographic sweet spot for getting into Elvis in his later teens. And that stuck with him decades later when he’d put on Aloha from Hawaii via Satellite on the VHS, or throw on Jerry Lee Lewis’ greatest hits or whatever while I played and stayed out of his way. And as a music fan I’ve always be voracious in searching out my favorites’ favorites’ favorites. Follow the thread long enough, and the road often passes through that late 50s rock and roll era (though the road travels well beyond that as well). That’s all to say that when I saw that Baz Luhrmann was making a biopic about Elvis, I was stoked. I am very vocal about hating most music biopics - the conventions were well-worn before Walk Hard parodied and canonized them forever - but if you’re gonna do it, do it big. And Luhrmann does not disappoint in that regard: the first few minutes resemble the intro to a rollercoaster more than a movie, with the camera zooming and swooping between marquees on the Vegas strip like he attached a GoPro to the crashing airplane from Con Air. Visually, Elvis is a feast made up of all sweets, for better and worse. There’s at least one smart decision here, and that’s telling the story from someone’s perspective other than Elvis (Austin Butler). It allows us, as the audience, to see him as a human and as a god selectively. Early in the movie, we only see him in shadows, from a distance, or in distant flashback, and when we finally get a good look at him, he’s on stage, completely blowing apart then American ideals of politeness. The baffling decision is to tell the story specifically from Elvis’ manager Colonel Tom Parker’s perspective, and to have Tom Hanks play Parker. Here, Hanks is trying his best but is mostly an eyesore, as much an example of the Uncanny Valley as any low budget CGI creation in cinema.

That means that the movie splits its attention between one wildly misguided series of decisions (everything involving Parker) and an absolutely electric performance (Butler as Elvis). Thankfully the former doesn’t detract from the latter: Parker was there for the vast majority of Elvis’ career, so we get a lot of the expected beats: his early start, the controversy, his being shipped off for military service, his return for movies, and what turned out to be a mid-to-late career resurgence as a live act. Elvis deserves credit for correcting the popular misconception that Elvis got trashy and terrible as soon as he slipped into a jumpsuit, but he was actually a dynamite live performer up through the last couple years of his life (a glut of live albums and videos confirm this). The live performances throughout are tremendous fun and worth the price of admission alone.

There are sloppy bits here and there, and they’re not limited to Parker’s performance, though. Priscilla Presley, Elvis’ wife, played by Olivia DeJonge, seems to exist exclusively to perform high-emotion monologues while literally being a background player with no development in between. The movie spends an incredible amount of time depicting the 1968 comeback special (or a heightened farcical switcheroo version of it), which makes for great performances but does not thematically or narratively warrant the time spent. And there’s the whole slew of cliches: scenes and dialogue that all could have been lifted from Walk Hard (I am convinced Baz Luhrmann hasn’t seen it and just remade it by dumb luck).

Still, we’re here for the titular figure, and Austin Butler nails it as Elvis. He brings his fair share of emotional weight to a guy who’s been depicted in parody for literally my whole life (and more) while also bringing enough charisma to make it believable that the world might actually turn for this guy. He even manages to pull off the range of singing styles Elvis employed throughout his career as his voice evolved. As an Elvis fan, this was a treat, a near-camp explosion of operatic efforts. I have too many mixed feelings to love it without reservation, but I promise you at the end of the year it’ll be the 3.5/5 (7/10 on filmsimps.com) movie I love the best.

[local-writer]

This will contain spoilers of season 11 of twd, mostly the last episode. This is my thoughts on it, so proceed with caution.

I will also be sharing my opinions and talk about some of my favorite parts, so if you want, lets share opinions and gush over this together! <3 Its kinda all over the place, hope y'all don't mind lol.

SPOILERS BELOW.

HOLY SHITTTT.

SEASON 11 WAS AMAZING, I HAVE CRIED MULTIPLE TIMES.

They really went all out with the last season. I loved it and I crave the rumored movies to see how it ends. RICK MUST BE UNITED WITH HIS FAMILY. 😭

Honestly, I was super surprised whenever they finally had the balls to let the actors say fuck more then just once or twice 😂 I liked it, it felt more realistic and very much in character for a lot of the characters. I also very much enjoyed the horror this season gave off.

The reapers and the whispers have to be my favorite group of villains that have been introduced. Its been awhile since there were villains that really added the horror part to the show, and they deilvered, at least in my opinion. (*cough* glad Leah is dead tho *cough*)

Pamela and Hornsby also added the horror; those two were sadistic AF (props to the actors, they did a badass job). I could tell Hornsby was unstable from the moment I seen his creepy ass face. Oh, and I hated Sebastian. I felt bad for him because his mother is a gas lighting, abusive witch, but he's still a prick.

I was pleased to see that they had brought back the walkers from season one, where they open doors and pick up objects, and even gave them the ability to climb. THAT IS FUCKING SCARY DUDE. CAN YOU IMAGINE HOW TERRIFYING THEY WOULD HAVE BEEN IF THEY WOULD HAVE ADDED THIS SOONER??? One of them even picked up a FUCKING ROCK TO HIT JERRY WITH. THAT'S SCARY AF. Honestly, I'm a bit disappointed they waited so long because that is wasted potential right there. Season 1 was so good because the walkers weren't entirely brain dead. They could even SPRINT THEN TOO. And the fact that they waited until the big final to bring them back is disappointing. 😔 But it was cool nonetheless, so I can't be to upset lol. I wish Rick could have seen the climbing walkers though DAMN.

I WAS AFRAID WHEN JUDY GOT SHOT. What is it with Grimes and getting shot? 😭 I think it was the same spot Rick got shot in too. COINCIDENCE? I THINK NOT. When Daryl called her lil ass kicker and she called him big ass kicker was my favorite moment, it was so precious. 😂❤❤

Now I wanna take a moment to honor Rosita. WHY

THE WAY SHE SHOT UP THROUGH THOSE WALKERS? TO SAVE HER DAUGHTER?? BADASS MAMA BEAR ROSITA MOMENT. Rosita will always be one of my favorite characters. 😭

I cried when Eugene named his daughter after her. You cannot convince me otherwise; Eugene will always have a special place in his heart for Rosita.

Speaking of Eugene, I am so happy he found Max. He deserves her sm.<3 They are adorable together ahhh 🫶

PRINCESS AND MERCER ARE MY FAVORITE COUPLE THIS SEASON. They just work so well together. And Lydia and Elijah too, they are to cute 🫶 🫶 🫶

CAN WE TALK ABOUT CONNIE AND DARYL? The way they look at each other? The way she makes Daryl smile? Although Carol and Daryl have this magic between them and they would work very well (I like Caryl, don't get me wrong), so would Connie and Daryl. <3 He learned sign language for her, even. I think that speaks volumes. 🫶 🫶 🫶

Dude, when Judith called Daryl daddy?? 💔💔💔

God, I love Daryl so much. He's an amazing dad, a helleva man, and a total badass. I hope he gets to reunite with his family too. 😭

I used to hate Negan, but DAMMIT HE'S CHANGED SO MUCH ITS HARD TO NOT LIKE HIM. He deserves his new lil family 🤧

Well, I think that's the end of my gushing lol. Seriously the final was worth every second of my time, it was incredible and I'm going to miss twd (thank goodness I can always start over tho lmao). I can't believe it's actually over. There will never be another show like it. 😭 I had literal chills when they were all saying "We are the ones who live"

[arty-shadow-morningstar]

Con Man's Daughter

Posting this because there isn't enough biodad! John Constantine content.

[Masterlist]

(Part 2)

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I feel like this should be a Damianette story or just platonic relationship after Jon got aged-up to seventeen and Damian wanted a friend his age but doesn’t want to admit it.

So basically there is this big bad in Gotham using magic that Batman was fighting at the time and enlisted John Constantine to help out.

John realizes that the villain is using a Miraculous.

“Oh. I think I know how he gets his powers. And lucky for you, Bats, I know an expert on this special brand of magic.”

And he did the smart thing and called up Marinette who at the time was already Guardian and was looking for other lost Miraculouses like in the Treasure Hunter AU I wrote.

He calls her at a really bad time. She was in the process of being chased by the guardians of the place. Monsters and evil spirits.

“Hello, Dad. What do you need and can you do it quickly?”

“Hey, sweetheart, it’s me. How is my little cupcake up to these days?”

“You called at a bad time.” Gunshots.

“WAS THAT A GUN I HEARD? WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU, YOUNG LADY?!”

“Somewhere in Japan. Getting a Miraculous. And why can’t you call me to check in on me and not ask me to help you with whatever mess you got yourself into.” More gunshots sounds and it was telling that Marinette was using a gun.

“Where did you get a gun? And don’t you have school?”

“It’s summer break. Don’t worry Maman and Papa know. Well, the fact that I am in Japan anyways.” Marinette sounded a little out of breath. Roaring and horrifying sounds at the other end. “Can we do this later?”

“As it happens, there is a villain going around Gotham with what I think is a Miraculous.”

Swears on the other end.

“Oi. Watch your fucking language, young lady.”

“How about a No and move the fuck back, old man. I am coming over right now.”

“Old man? I am not that old-” as a magic blue portal opens up in the Bat Cave.

And a red Chinese dragon comes out with someone riding it.

Its rider was a black-haired girl. She had a trench coat similar to Constantine's. I imagine her with a fedora. Like Carmen Sandiego style but not red. Sometimes red but only when she has to steal it from a museum or high security places and she leaves a name card with the name Carmen Sandiego. A sword strapped to her back and a dagger to her thigh.

She had a gun in her hand which she used to shoot the monsters as it was halfway through the portal and yelled out the spell to close it.

“Brilliant entrance but you are in lots of trouble, little lady. What were you thinking about going to another country unsupervised? And isn’t there still a butterfly problem in Paris?”

“One, I wasn’t unsupervised. I had Tikki, a billion years old being and a sort of god. Two.Well, it got boring trying to track Hawk-bitch down. And I found this legend about a guy with a Miraculous who disappeared in the temple and thought hey, more miraculous could mean another edge to defeating Moth-man.”

More bickering and John grounding Marinette who was acting very nonchalant about it.

Okay, at this point, I should say that Batman and Robin are in the background trying to make some sense.

Batman is surprised to find out that Constantine has a daughter who is also involved in magic like her Father but an apparently more specialised kind called the Miraculous. He is a little miffed that he didn’t know about John having a daughter. He did consider it weird at first that she had a slight french accent unlike her father’s Liverpool accent although she pronounced some words like he does.

He also connected some dots that she is also the Parisian heroine, Lady Rouge who Wonder Woman introduced to the League a while back and had declined to join the Young Justice or Teen Titans until everything in Paris was resolved.

Damian on the other hand was suspicious of the new arrival and came to the same conclusion as his father about the daughter thing.

Batman after a few minutes, clears his throat.

The Constantines stop arguing.

“Bonjour. Batman. Robin. Pleasure to meet you. I am Mari Constantine and yes, I am this homeless looking man’s brilliant daughter.” “Hey”

“Well, Mari. Your father thinks you can help us with this new criminal turning Gotham upside down. Literally in some cases. He said that you might be able to help us.” Batman said as he pulled up zoomed in picture of the Miraculous.

Mari looks through the Miraculous grimoire and tells them all about it and power-ups, basically the most effective thing to defeat the guy is to get the Miraculous off them. Plus a spell that would make the Miraculous ineffective if casted within a certain radius of it.

“Thank you for the information, Mari. Constantine, let’s go.”

Mari made to follow them.

“You young lady are grounded and staying here.”

“I don’t need another supervillain using the Miraculous which are my responsibility as Guardian to retrieve them for their own misuse and wreaking havoc on the city. And what if there is an akuma in Paris? I can’t go there if I am grounded in the Batcave although it is a cool place to hang out.”

“You can portal back to Paris but you are not going to follow me. Understood?”

“yes. crystal”

“Good. After me and Batsy get the Miraculous, you can do your Guardian duties.”

Damian snickers. Until Batman cut his mood short, “You are staying behind too. Robin.”

“But Father, why? I am much more capable than Constantine.”

“Hey!” Both father and daughter.

Damian is staying behind too because of the Miraculous power or other reasons and keeps an eye on Mari.

Damian stays behind and there were some protests about mari mad about having a babysitter and Damian doesn’t want to be a babysitter. Despite the two of them being around the same age.

“I got an eye on you so no funny business.”

“Okay, Dad, I am not going to have sex with Robin.” Mari said with a shit- eating grin. Robin definitely didn’t blush.

“I hate you sometimes.”

“I love you too, Dad. Go save the world. Byee.”

John eyes her suspiciously because she is not one to give up that easily usually.

He casts a spell to watch her as they leave. and which she totally knew about.

“So...I have one question.”

“Tt, ask and don’t bother me anymore.”

“Is Batman Bruce Wayne?”

Damian looks up, totally caught off guard.

“I am going to take that as a yes.”

Puts sword at her neck. “How did you find out?!”

“Opened up Google Maps and saw that we are under Wayne Manor. Connected the dots. Also I already knew when Dad made a bet with me once to find out Batman’s secret identity but he never did confirm it for me. And can you please not tell your father about this? I don’t feel like being interrogated by the Bat in the future yet.”

“Father must know about this.”

“I saw you looking at Scarlet here. An animal lover then? You can give her some belly rubs. She deserves it after helping me outrun those monsters.”

His silence was brought. To pet a dragon.

One thing after another and he ends up bringing out his pets-Jerry the turkey, Goliath the dragon-bat, Titus- and her introducing him to her other pets like a hellhound, griffin and other mythical creatures who mostly roam free but come to her when she calls for them and also the kwamis, at least the ones who came with her.

After 30 mins have passed, “So Robin how do you feel about disobeying our fathers?”

“I am in.”

“Depends. Are we going after the (villain's name) ?”

“Yes.”

Awesome montage of them getting rid of the spell John casted and flying out of the Batcave on their respective giant flying pets to the villain’s base.

Meanwhile, their fathers are not doing so well and are trapped in a death trap. John can’t say the spell because the villain made him unable to talk.

“At least, the kids are staying put.”

Cut to Damian and Mari jumping off their pets and onto the roof. Taking out the guards posted there and going into the building all sneakily and also taking out the guards that come their way.

They dropped into the room where their fathers and the villain is.

“Why am I not surprised?”

Villain starts an evil monologue about his mastermind plan to which Damian cuts it short by trying to cut him down with his katana. Mari goes to deactivate the death trap.

They are evenly matched with Damian’s training and the Miraculous.

Mari steps in as Damian was about to be killed. Taps on the shoulder of the villain and when he turns around, gives an awesome right hook that knocks him out.

Takes away the Miraculous and curses him. Wiped the dude’s memories of it.

“When I said stay in the Batcave, I meant stay behind at the Batcave. What point of being grounded, don’t you understand?”

“You mean, Oh, Mari, light of my life, my wonderful daughter, thank you for saving my ass. You are the best.’ by that, right?”

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Mari and Damian exchanged numbers and email addresses.

As she was about to leave the Batcave, “It’s been nice meeting you, Mr. Wayne.” and leaves with a wink.

John ‘ungrounds’ her for the look on Batman’s face.

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After this, Marinette and Damian become friends who bitch and vent to each other about their alter egos and various villains of their respective cities. (In codes, just in case) They also share updates about their pets and love of drawings.

They have that type of friendship where they trade favors. Mari calls Damian to Paris sometimes to help out with the akuma of the day and Damian sometimes calls her in when Bruce doesn’t let him go investigate a case so he can sneak out by magical means or as back up for when his brothers were too annoying to deal with.

It’s summer break so no missing school.

John and Bruce are aware of their friendship and some of the shenanigans the pair gets into behind their back.

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Right. how this all started...

John and Sabine first met when the latter was still in college somewhere in France. John was tracking down a demonic entity which was targeting Sabine for some reason and she was the next target.

John saved her life and exorcised the demon. There was a heat of the moment thing and they had a one-night stand. There were a few more flings and hook-ups after that night.

And nine months later, Marinette Cheryl Cheng-Constantine was born.

When Sabine first found out, she called John to come over and he thought that it was a call for another hook-up and was very surprised to find out that it was not and that he was going to be a father.

They both like each other but do not want to be in a relationship together so they both remained as friends and John agreed after some strong-arming at the very least to meet his daughter before he goes to do his job. And pay for child support. And help Sabine during her pregnancy.

Pregnant Sabine was someone you don’t want to mess with. And John has never met a demon or anyone scarier than her.

He was at first not into meeting his child and there was a self-pity party he threw himself with how the child was going to live a bad life because he was the dad and how he destroyed every good thing in his life.

That’s why he is going to meet the baby once and leave maybe a letter and the occasional birthday present and stay out of their life. Forever.

The day Marinette was born and it took one look into her eyes for the HellBlazer to fall under the spell and all of his plans to stay out of her life to burn away.

At first, he tried. He really tried but he couldn’t do it.

Lasted 4 months before he came back, wanting to place protection spells on her and sigils around the house to keep away the forces of Heaven and Hell and other entities so they won’t use her against him as a bargaining chip.

Sabine calls him to babysit. He could have refused and Sabine would have easily found a babysitter. He moans and whines about how he is a great mage and not a bloody babysitter. Sabine retorts that it is actually called parenting since he is Marinette’s father. He grumbles but in the end, agrees.

The great John Constantine is wrapped around the little girl’s finger.

He was around for some of Marinette’s firsts. Her first word was “John”.

It made him cry. He wasn’t a good man and he doesn’t deserve someone this precious. His daughter doesn’t deserve someone like him as a father but fate made it that way and what can you do about it.

After an exhausting week of doing the usual and coming back from Hell, he saw that Sabine had sent him a video. It was Marinette taking her first steps.

Chas swears that in all the years that he has known John Constantine he has never seen the man look so happy.

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When Tom came into the picture, John was there to take care of a toddler Marinette while Tom and Sabine went on dates.

Insert John threatening a much bigger Tom while holding a baby Marinette with wide eyes and hugging a teddy bear with the same coat as John’s. (It was something Sabine brought on a whim and to tease John when he came around.)

Tom is supportive and treats Marinette like his own flesh and blood.

John resolved to leave for good now that Tom would be there to be a father figure for Marinette.

That plan fell into the drain the moment he was going to leave for what was supposed to be the last time before Sabine pulled him back and knocked some sense into him.

His face was a big giveaway. Sabine knows that despite his claims of being a terrible father for Marinette, he was a good one and damnit she was going to make sure that Marinette would get to know her actual father.

Tom later made an awkward talk with John about how he was not going to replace John’s role as Marinette’s father.

Marinette was the flower girl at Tom and Sabine’s wedding. John was there too.

During bedtime, John would read her stories and use his magic to make it come to life. Although he would feel a little drained afterwards, it was worth it to see her smile.

Sometimes he told stories about his tamer adventures. (After cutting out some of the inappropriate bits)

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When Marinette was about 5 or 6, Sabine was out on an errand and Tom was at home with Mari and helping her with her homework. There was a crash downstairs at the bakery. Tom went down to check it out to find John lying on the ground.

With a weak cough, he said, “Close the door. Close it.” Before losing consciousness

Tom did before a man with pitch black eyes slammed against it.

Thankfully John had installed heavy wards around the bakery when it first opened.

They held against the demon on John’s tail. Tom brought John inside and unsure of what to do, grabbed a rolling pin on the counter.

The man outside started pounding on the glass door and every time his hands touched the door, light glowed outwards, showing the invisible magic barrier around the bakery. Sparks and steams fizzled with every pound.

Despite the reddening and burns of his hands, the not-human didn’t slow down.

“ʝօɦռ....ʏօʊ ӄռօա ȶɦǟȶ ɨȶ'ֆ օռʟʏ ǟ ʍǟȶȶɛʀ օʄ ȶɨʍɛ ɮɛʄօʀɛ ɨ ɮʀɛǟӄ ȶɦʀօʊɢɦ ȶɦɛֆɛ աǟʀɖֆ. օռƈɛ ɨ ɢɛȶ ʏօʊ,” He laughs, the sound sends chills down the large man’s spine, “ȶɦɛʀɛ ǟʀɛ ֆօ ʍǟռʏ ȶɦɨռɢֆ ɨ ɦǟʋɛ քʟǟռռɛɖ ʄօʀ ʏօʊ.”

Tom knew that Marinette’s father was a con man. Come on, Master and Practitioner of the Dark Arts and Occult. But he was a good father nonetheless despite all his flaws and Sabine liked him enough so that was good enough for him.

Before today, magic was just the sleight of hands and use of fancy tools to sell the illusions. Now, with a could-be-a-demon knocking on his door to get to the father of the girl he sees as his daughter, he’s not so sure.

“Tom? Qu'est-ce qui se passe? (What’s going on?)” A little voice came from the stairs, “Dad!” Marinette padded across the floor to the body of her passed out father.

She shook him awake and there were a few soft slaps to the face.

“Dad, what’s happened?”

John mumbles, “Demon…. possessing some rich guy….. Exorcism…. Doesn’t like me very much…Don’t worry...wards going to hold.”

John manages to stand before falling down and Tom catches him before he hits the floor. He has a concussion. Tom turns to Marinette, “Go, Hide and don’t come out until It’s safe.” which she did

Unfortunately, a while later, Sabine returns from her night out and the demon upon seeing Sabine. “ɛӼƈɛʟʟɛռȶ..”

The demon possessed Sabine and the previously possessed dude hit the sidewalk with a thud.

“ɨռȶɛʀɛֆȶɨռɢ....” The voice coming out of Sabine didn’t sound like her mother which scared Marinette a lot. “օքɛռ ȶɦɨֆ ɖօօʀ օʀ,”the demon pulled a knife out of thin air, ,“ȶɦɨֆ ɮօɖʏ ɢɛȶֆ ɨȶ.”

Tom hesitated until the demon put the knife on Sabine’s neck and put enough force for a thin line of blood to be shown.

He opens the door and the demon knocks him out. Stepping over his unconscious body and looking down on it, “ʄօʀ ȶɦǟȶ, ɨ ǟʍ ɢօɨռɢ ȶօ ʟɛȶ ʏօʊ ʟɨʋɛ ʊռȶɨʟ ɨ ǟʍ ɖօռɛ աɨȶɦ ʝօɦռ, օʄ ƈօʊʀֆɛ.” and cackles. The sound was so wrong and unnerving and little Marinette tried very hard for her sobs not to be heard.

Too bad the demon had super hearing. “Come out, my little blossom. Maman is home. Why don’t you come out and give me a hug?”

It sounded so much like her mother and she nearly believed that it was her mother and not some entity in control of her body.

But she knew better from John’s stories of dealing with demons and how they would use the voice of loved ones to lure them out and into a trap. (Definitely not something one should tell as a bedtime story but Marinette was very different and had an unconventional childhood with John Constantine as her father.)

Wait...she got struck with an idea but she wasn’t sure if it would work.

Before she could do anything, the door of the cabinet she was hiding in was opened and she was dragged out.

The demon lifted her a few feet above the ground by the collar of her dress.

It heard Marinette saying something. “աɦǟȶ ǟʀɛ ʏօʊ ֆǟʏɨռɢ ƈɦɨʟɖ, ֆքɛǟӄ ʟօʊɖɛʀ?”

“Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica.” Marinette was now screaming the words at the top of her lungs. She repeated the spell over and over again with fierce determination.

John, being his paranoid self, taught her the spell for an exorcism, just in case. Demons spared no one, not even a girl.

It screamed “NO….” as Sabine’s body contorted in strange angles before a dark shadow seemed to be dragged down into the ground. It made a desperate attempt to possess John before it was pulled away and disappeared. There was no sign that there was a demon attack.

After John woke up, he managed to piece together that his 5-years-old (Sorry 5 and a half) daughter sent a demon back to hell.

He was a very proud dad. (He was a tad worried about the consequences from this event and demons hold one hell of a grudge. He wanted his daughter to live a very safe and happy life. The bakery’s wards also need an upgrade.)

He also got the job of explaining what he actually did to Tom. And lots of reassuring.

Sabine, on one hand, was not happy that Marinette knew how to do magic. That is until John told her that he did it just in case so she can protect herself and later it was agreed that Marinette can learn some Magic spells and charms to better protect herself and when she is older, she can decide if she wants to continue or not.

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(Part 2)

[waynedunlaptheorgandonor]

oh thank god i didn’t have to wait until 8p

okay, here’s your 11b season premiere review. heavy spoilers under the cut, obviously, and as always, it is a stream of consciousness mess of unedited thoughts that is up to you to untangle. have fun:

i already know i’m going to get scenes out of order but i can only be the person that i am, sorry in advance

but anyway, our story starts off with our special effects crew having way too much fun in the CGI room making walkers explode. it’s like a rly rly rly grim fourth of july fireworks display

oh, and maggie is being chased by a reaper whose name i have already forgotten

carter? does that sound right?

who knows, but basically she gets away, she and negan meet back up, and go and hide, and negan, as he has literally since the start of this mission, is like “can we please, for the love of christ, go tf home?”

and maggie is like “nope, still got Mission(tm) left to complete!” 

TITLES!

pop over to alexandria real fast where judith and gracie are having the world’s worst pool party, and lydia, rosita, and that one chick who still wears the stupid kingdom outfit finally notice that they’re missing, but they’re busy trying to keep a horde of walkers from messing up the upstairs, so everyone’s in a bit of a bind

jump cut to daryl fighting some dude in what appears to be a classroom of some sort. they tussle, as boys do, and then daryl stabs him in the gut, and the guy looks SO offended. like “what?? how could you??” like. bruh. that was the whole point here

while daryl is busy suffocating the offended guy to death, leah knocks on the door and is like “[name i’ve also forgotten], are you in there?” (cue daryl strangling the dude a little faster)

daryl bounces just as leah breaks in and sees her dead buddy on the ground. she kneels at his side and says sorrowfully, “no more”

she is not correct

moving on!

i thiiiink it was gabriel’s scene next?

i don’t know for sure, but also i want to talk about it so i don’t care, let’s get into it

gabriel bursts into a room where that creeply reaper priest happens to be (convenient, mb it was god’s divine intervention and/or the screenwriters)

creepy reaper priest is like, “aww, bud, you aren’t gonna kill me. god told me!” to which gabriel is very hilariously like, “um exCUSE ME? god talks to YOU? you’re not even cute, why would god want to talk to a basic bitch like YOU?”

or something, i may be paraphrasing, but you get the gist

anyway, creepy reaper priest tells gabriel that he’s doing god’s mission, and he thinks the reapers are all swell dudes, and he knows for a fact that gabriel won’t kill him or anyone else, bc The Lord won’t allow it”

this is when gabriel and i had a little side conversation

now, gabe and i have not always gotten along. i HATED that motherfucker for at least a solid three seasons, and then fell into a moderate indifference, with vague disgust that the writers thought he deserved someone as hot and badass as rosita

but i told gabe. i told him, “if you just kill this fucker right now, i will let you keep having sex with rosita and only be slightly disgusted by it”

and for a second there

just one fleeting moment

there was doubt

and then yeah, he just fucking stabbed the creepy reaper priest in the gut and was like “GUESS GOD’S PHONE LINE JUST OPENED UP, HOE!”

again, paraphrasing 

jump back over to alexandria, or maybe this was before gabriel’s scene, who cares, time is a lie, but a-a-ron, carol, connnie, kelly, jerry, and i think magna are in the barn trying to figure out how to make the windmill stop being on fire so the entire town doesn’t get irreparably destroyed, when a-a-ron hears gracie’s Panic Whistle and kicks into Dad Mode and rushes off to the rescue, telling the others to, “idk man, figure it out!”

back at the world’s worst pool party, gracie and judith are not doing great, but a-a-ron jumps in and saves them both by hoisting them up and out the window, like the mfing boss that he is

but that leaves no one to hoist a-a-ron, so suddenly he’s the only girl left at the party, whuh oh

not for long tho! bc soon a shitton of walkers join him!

it was actually very stressful and much better cinematography than the CGI trigger happy dudes at the beginning

i definitely got my scenes mixed up bc this happened in jump cuts, but to finish it out, a-a-ron climbs to the ceiling and clings to it, and then lydia shows up and is like “dude wtf??” and helps him out

huzzah! a-a-ron lives to be a wholesome badass another day

also ig the windmill stopped being on fire? idk i wasn’t paying close enough attention

back in reaperville, maggie, negan, and elijah are fighting maybe-carter in a hallway. it’s a close fight, but they get the upper hand bc negan found a giant bell and knocked the dude out with it

sure

maggie’s about to kill the dude, but daryl shows up and is like “no wait!” and they’re all like “no, this dude’s trash, why would we save him??” and daryl’s like ‘hostage time!”

so they rendezvous with leah, mb-carter all tied up, and daryl has yet another fruitless attempt at telling a rly angry woman to let bygones be bygones and mb no one else has to die

leah isn’t having it

she has a sniper try and take them out, except...wait a minute...that’s not a reaper at the sniper...is that...?

GABRIEL CONTINUES TO BRING THE HEAT THIS EPISODE!

i was proud of him!

negan was also delighted 

leah has no choice but to relent and agree to daryl’s terms, which were that he’d let them all go as long as they never crossed paths again

they start to leave

except daryl made a crucial mistake, which is that maggie is a rly angry woman with a high kill count who is on a huge revenge streak rn, and honestly idk how daryl could forget this after spending two seasons chasing carol around begging her to stop torturing people in the basement and blowing up caves, but i digress

point is, maggie kills everyone but leah

she gets her in the shoulder, and daryl goes after her, but not for any romantic reason. she’s hiding and he’s basically like, “this was fucking stupid. go away or i’ll kill you,” and then he returns to the group

lol, i was just thinking “what happened after that,” but HOW COULD I FORGET??

maggie goes back to the church! to look for skyrim npc alden!

bad news tho!

skrym npc alden is now skryim dead-pc alden

maggie sobs while holding his dead walker corpse. presumably out of joy

also yada yada negan shows up while she’s burying alden and tells her “you murdered all those people out of revenge, and like, you don’t suuuper like me, so i’m not feeling like this is really such a safe place anymore for me to live my truth, so i’m gonna bounce”

so ig negan’s gone off on an adventure

here’s hoping we don’t have ANOTHER negan bottle episode 

mb he and leah will go shack up and he’ll give her the many venereal diseases i’m sure he contracted from alpha

ok recap is getting long, highlights:

gabe and daryl talk faith. it’s fine

daryl gets dog back. good!

carol and jerry are waiting at the tower at alexandria when they return, and they’re kind of like “yay, but also like...didn’t you guys leave with like fifty other people, why are there only four of you?”

daryl goes on a hug fest with the kiddos, carol, and connie

for those of you who are concerned for whatever reason, the hug was exactly what you would expect two good friends to share after one friend thought the other one died in a terrifying cave explosion

for ppl who want to do a little bit of analyzing that may be on the cusp of taking things too seriously, it is worth at least noting that they cut to carol’s expression right after the hug, and carol is explicitly in the frame when daryl is talking to connie

do with that what you will

OKAY MAGGIE BACKSTORY FUCKING OVER THANK GOD

TIME FOR THE FUN SHIT!!!

stormtroopers show up at alexandria, accompanied by eugene

eugene does a nice little introductory speech for lance, who steps up in his nice fancy suit and is like “good evening ladies and gentlemen, have i got a wonderful opportunity for you!”

then it literally cuts to carol, daryl and maggie standing there with identical :\ expressions. beautiful. exactly the dynamic i was hoping for

it then jump cuts to six months later, where we see maggie at hilltop facing off with Stormtrooper Daryl, which, as you know, is the daryl that lives rent free in my brain at all times now

this isn’t a permanent time jump, we’re going to see what happens in between obvi, but we got a fun li’l teaser

they also had the trailer for next episode, and BRUH. FINALLY. FUCKING. COMMONWEALTH. IS. THE. HOT. TOPIC.

that single teaser trailer gave me more serotonin than the entirety of the reaper arc

it also starts off with caryl talking, so yes, our babes are getting back together and are going to be exploring this strange new world together, and i hope that it is MISERABLE for them there

and what if they have scenes with princess??

am i...excited? 

am i...looking forward to a walking dead arc for more than just caryl?

see, that’s why i stan kang. if she can make commonwealth as good as she made the whisperers and have me be invested for more than just whether or not daryl and carol are fucking then i know she must know what she’s doing

not to say that my main focus isn’t daryl and carol fucking

which i hope they do

after they dismantle capitalism 

whew buddy, i am hype

i should probably be less hype, just in case it’s terrible, but at the very least i know i get to see princess again soon and carol in that hot flannel, and those two things alone are enough to sustain me for quite a while

last thing i’ll say is that in the little post-episode thing with kang, she literally didn’t even MENTION leah and daryl’s relationship

didn’t come up for a second

and she is clearly so much more interested in commonwealth. i genuinely think she’s over the reapers too, bc what they have set up for commonwealth is going to be fun as hell

at least here’s hoping

god this is so long, my laptop battery is almost dead and i need to go put shelter laundry in the dryer, what am i doing with my gd life

ok

sign-off time

stay hype, stan kang, and get daryl to go down on carol for five hours straight 2k22,

-diz

[journey-to-the-attic]

there's such a difference my own internal reaction to thinking 'ik's just some kid' and 'zhaoxi's just some guy' that i kinda gotta type it out sgdhsj

like. with ik it means so much. she's just some kid, she's perfectly ordinary, but she's been through so much that she doesn't deserve. she's just some kid but somehow she changes these demons' lives in such a short time because she is ik and ik is kind. most of all she DESERVES to just be SOME KID who can live care freely and just have fun

but then with zhaoxi it's just that. he is just some guy and thats all there is to it dhgdhd

also i do love zhaoxi of the dad in the devildom ah but i would like to hit jtta zhaoxi with a broom for neglecting his daughter, like king i know you kinda had not a lot of choice if you wanted to earn enough money to live but COME ON

and they are both just humans in the end, but they are also so so special (to me at least)

but i think you put it really well, anon! ik is just some kid who really does deserve to actually BE just a kid, whereas zhaoxi’s kind of like a more boring tom from tom and jerry

[sour-n-salty-citrus]

Do you have any hopes for the season finale? I saw in another ask, you described the dynamic between rick and morty this season as "very weak, distant, and downright frankly boring" and I completely agree with you! I hope that, because this is most we'll see rick and morty interacting this season, it'll have at least a few moments of what makes their dynamic so interesting to watch.

(Ok i started airing my grievances with this season, which ended up being... long, so skip this paragraph (starting at / / /) to get to my thoughts on the finale)

Oh gosh I remember that ask (I think-). And yeah, maybe I'm being a bit overly critical. I'll probably look back on this season with retrospect, and a kinder, fonder view. Ik androgynousblackbox (think thats right) made a great point about it being the season FOR rickorty shippers. And sure, I agree on some bits, like Rick acting all pissy and partying the way you would if your ex got with someone new in the planetina ep. Overall though, i think my problem lies in that I was enjoying more individual moments than episodes themselves, especially the middle three. For example- Amortycan Grickfitti. Like, I really liked the idea of the Ship getting on a crazy adventure with Summer and Morty (and Chutback). I like the idea of a Beth-Jerry-Rick adventure. But put together, it's just kinda... meh? You know? I liked the first half of the Thanksgiving special... but it kinda dragged on after that. I get that they want to give other characters (particularly female ones) more attention, which is completely understandable and i encourage it(!) but I can't help but find it underwhelming. Like, Summer in the voltron ep was like- girl how are you STILL vying for Rick's attention! He's the worst! Haven't we done this already? (I will say though I ADORE how far Beth has come, props to her for continuing to seeing through her dad's BS. I was worried the character would relapse into a more typical s1/s2 Beth, and I'm glad she didn't). Some of these plots, funnily enough, seem more fitting of the comics (they actually had a voltron parody already). Fun and entertaining for two or three-something issues, not so much a 22 minute episode. i think most of my complaints come from the dynamic between our titular characters- ok, I know I'm very biased (I mean you can see it), but I came to the show primarily for their relationship. It doesn't even feel drama-fueled, just that they kinda... can't be arsed. I'm torn because on the one hand, they're unhealthily codependent and this separation is probably a good thing, but on the other... it doesn't feel natural? I'm not sure if that's the right word- it's like, season 4 had them practically joint at the hip, but all that's suddenly flung out the window. It just kinda feels like this "i got better things to do" vibe from both of them and its strange. The only time they both got a solo adventure (I'm classifying "solo" as an adventure where they spent a significantly large portion of time together, without the other family members) was in the sperm ep and Thanksgiving ep. And, well, in the Thanksgiving ep Morty felt like a side character in his own show, and the sperm ep... um. Yeah. I don't think it's AS bad as people were saying, but I was cringing the whole time (the second hand embarrassment for Morty was so strong I had to turn off the episode multiple times and return to it. It's just like- godammit MORTY). And I think there's good reason those two seemed to be the most disliked episodes overall. They're the ones RaM spend the most time together and it's... meh. Meh? Meh. I don't mean to say the season overall is bad (it has loads of good points, and its amazing for Smith family as a whole) just that if we're talking specifically about the dynamic between these two? Yeah, I wouldn't recommend a single episode from this season so far to use as an example of their relationship.

/ / /

There's one thing this season has been pretty good at, though. And it's showing us what happens when Rick is alone.

And that brings me to the finale.

"Who is Rick without Morty?"

Well... we already know the answer to that. Pathetic. Sad. Lonely.

This season has been phenomenal in humbling Rick. (And trust me I'm happy for it- every time someone beats the crap outta this shitty old man I'm like YES!!! IT'S WHAT HE DESERVES!). Ep 1 had his "nemesis" clearly besting him, ep 2 had Beth making constant digs (love her) and overall pointing out his extreme callousness and cruelty towards even himself(ves). Ep 3- when Morty shows interest in a girl and ditches him (like seriously it's not like he's moving out, chill) he immediately goes on a bender and develops a deep attachment to the first person he can (wearing yellow, funnily enough). Ep 4, he devotes himself to becoming an "honest man" for his new child, only for it to instantly be taken away from him. Ep 5 highlights how RICK is the asshole for making fun of and taking advantage of someone well-meaning and honest, if "simple", and how literally not cool that is. Ep 6 has his crazy rivalry with the president, and they both get smacked down a couple pegs for that. Ep 7 shows what happens when he allows himself to get carried away, and that he can end up driving everyone else away in the process (lucky they still wanted to save his ass when he needed them). And episode 8? Hooooo boy. Episode. 8. We see a direct parallel in Birdperson with Morty, and the whole "Rick and [insert] 100 years!" Rick has few people he cares about, arguably only one or two that he truly devotes himself to, but when he does, boy does he go HARD. We see younger Rick, optimistic, energetic, friendly and hopeful. And we see all of that crushed in minutes. Rick is desperate for a companion, someone to see the stars with. He needs someone there, someone he can trust and rely on to stay. Someone like Morty. So without Morty, who is Rick?

No one.

And the thing is, Morty doesn't need Rick anymore. Not like Rick needs him. In season 1, Morty was this bright-eyed kid who was new to the cosmos and the multiverse, who needed his grandpa there with him as they explored all these places together. But that's not him anymore. That's not them.

The promo has Morty using the portal gun to go somewhere w/o Rick's permission (i like to think it's boob world lol). It doesn't matter to me as much where he's going, as much as he's doing it alone. He doesn't just not need Rick there, he doesn't want him.

(Also correct me if im wrong but I've missed that sweet portal gun so much. I think the last ep was like- the first time this season we saw it).

Morty's response to Rick? "Replace me!". And wow. Wow. WOW. Morty doesn't give a FUCK! I think Rick thinks that because he's so smart, that he can offer so much, that Morty will come crawling back, and I don't think he will.

Hopes for the finale! Hmm. I mean, I definitely hope "evil" Morty makes a reappearance, haha. I think we all do tbh ;). I want to see some Morty development too, this season has been very Rick-centric (not that there's anything wrong with that!) so I wanna see what's in store for Our Boy. I really hope we get to see the Citadel again, and see the state it's in, but I doubt it. We know something super big is in store, it's just a question of what? Other hopes I have is some Summer + Beth action (please let them team up Im BEGGING) and Jerry too ahaha. I'd love if some other side characters made an appearance as well. Oh- I'm definitely expecting a dramatic cliffhanger at the end of the first half leading to the second half, with the kind of angsty music that leads into the credits (pls that shit is so good (OH WAIT imagine if it was like, for the damaged coda, but like- the chopin version or smth so it could be more subtle maybe bruhhhh)). Ok haha, maybe that's asking too much, the writers made it clear in the story train ep that they weren't gonna do that big dramatic showdown (... unless 👀). Oh, I'd also love some Premium Angst too, like someone getting kidnapped/nearly dying (like ACTUALLY nearly dying). These stakes better be so damn high I could spear a man on them! OH, also I remember androgynousblackbox (is that right? I hope it is) mentioned something along the lines that they could be driving Rick and Morty apart this season in order to have them come back together stronger than ever in an explosive finale, which, I'm strongly hoping for myself.

Thanks if you made it this far! If you have any thoughts on or hopes of your own for the finale please feel free to share! :D

[5raysofsunshine]

Get to know me!

I've been tagged by @dalexandriag16 and @ssaagentemilyprentiss thanks friends 💖

I tag @ssajemilyprentiss @wren-was-here @missrebecaeffinbeale @too-haught-haught-damn but like no pressure okay?

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Reasons you like/dislike your name:

I like my name because it's not a common one for people my age. I dislike it because of the same reason.

Star sign:

Gemini. My big 3 are gemini sun, scorpio moon, gemini rising.

Country you live in:

USA

Favorite artist:

I'm assuming this is favorite music artist and it's Taylor Swift (but I have many other favorites too, she's just my most favorite)

Morning, afternoon, or evening:

Despite me not really being a morning person, I actually really appreciate the mornings! I like waking up to doggies wanting to cuddle, picking out what I'll wear for the day, having some coffee or tea before driving to work. Also my mom tells me she loves me every morning before I go to work which is an incredible improvement for our relationship and it makes me happy.

Siblings:

Biologically 1 younger brother and my best friend @mycatisneedy is basically my sister

Sexuality:

Bisexual babyyy

Favorite special item:

My guitar!!! It's a Taylor GS-Mini, my dad got it for me before I left for college back in 2015. I play it as often as I can because it helps center and calm me.

5 random facts about me:

1. My favorite Ben and Jerry's flavor is Half Baked, favorite general ice cream flavor is chocolate chip cookie dough!

2. When I was 11 I slapped a kid on the back of his head because he was telling my best friend at the time how ugly and dorky I was and that never in a million years would anyone have a crush on me (if only he could see me now lmao). I was sitting 4 desks behind him and he was saying all of this outloud! So I slowly walked up to him and when he finally looked up and saw me I slapped him SO HARD that the whole room went silent. I immediately started crying of course. My art teacher HAD to write me up for it, but she actually apologized to me and told me she didn't want to do it because that kid deserved it. It was my only write up while I was in school.

3. I took dance classes for 10 years (5-15). Started off with ballet, then tap, jazz, and hip hop. My favorite out of all of them was tap. I kinda miss it tbh, been thinking about signing up for adult classes one day.

4. I've been writing songs since I was 14 and yet I don't show them to anyone (they're very personal for me and I'm scared of criticism). But I'm working on that, I'm gonna teach myself how to record and produce so I can get my stuff out there! I mostly write songs about love/relationships but I get inspired by all kinds of people. For example, I have a song about Anna Kendrick that I absolutely love, and a couple songs about Emily Prentiss! Maybe I'll post some snippets for you guys someday!

5. My favorite food is a sandwich. Specifically turkey + cheddar cheese + mayo (on both sides) + applewood smoked bacon flavored mustard + iceberg lettuce on sourdough bread. But also making a grilled Turkey/ham and cheese is absolutely delicious. Now that I'm thinking about it, I'm gonna go make one right now!

[suituuup]

Potential angsty prompt? Beca gets a phone call about her mom dying. Chloe offers to go to the funeral with her even though Beca is reluctant. When they get there, Chloe realizes how shitty of a parent Beca’s mom really was.

through thick and thin

rated: T

word count: 2,600

ao3 link

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“Bec?” Chloe calls out as she steps inside their apartment, dropping her keys in the bowl by the entrance. She shuts the door and shrugs off her coat, venturing further inside on a search for her girlfriend. 

Unsurprisingly, Beca is hauled up in her office, headphones on her ears as she messes with her mixing program. 

“Babe?” 

Beca’s chair pivots, and she lowers her headphones, smiling softly. “Hey.” 

Stepping closer, Chloe leans down to press a kiss to Beca’s lips, smiling against them when Beca reaches up to cup her jaw, keeping her there for a beat longer. “Any special request for dinner?” 

“Nope. I’ll be there in a sec to help you.” 

“I’ve got it, you can keep working.” 

After peering in the fridge for options, Chloe decides to heat up the lasagna leftovers, washing the salad and making a vinaigrette while it’s in the oven. Soft footsteps make her look up, and she smiles as Beca kisses her cheek on her way to the fridge. 

“So um, I need to fly back to Seattle tomorrow,” Beca blurts in the middle of dinner. 

She’s been quieter than usual, pushing her food around in her plate instead of eating it. Chloe was about to ask her what was wrong when Beca spoke up. 

“How come?” 

Beca clears her throat, shifting in her chair. “My aunt called earlier today, um, it’s my mom. She died this morning.” 

Chloe’s eyes widen in shock. “What?” She sets her fork down, pushing her plate away. “Oh my god, baby…” She’s about to go around the island to hug Beca, but Beca is already on her feet, carrying her plate to the sink. 

“So um, yeah. I should be back on Sunday.” 

“Bec…” Chloe murmurs, crossing the kitchen and wounding an arm around her fiancée’s waist. She props her chin on Beca’s shoulder. “I’ll call my boss and ask for a couple days off.” 

“That’s really not necessary, Chlo. I’ll be fine on my own.” 

Beca doesn’t talk much about her mother; Chloe knows their relationship was strained, without ever finding out the reason behind it. But still, she just died, and Beca will surely need someone to lean on. 

“Baby, I don’t think--”

But Beca pulls away before she can finish her sentence. “My head is killing me, I think I’m gonna go lie down.”

Chloe watches her go, her heart feeling heavy and torn as to what to do. She cleans up the kitchen to give Beca some time to herself, then heads down the hall with a steaming mug of Beca’s favorite herbal tea. Beca’s curled up on her side with her back to the door when she steps inside their bedroom, and Chloe rounds the bed, setting the mug on the bedside table. 

She sits down on the edge of the mattress, bracing a hand over Beca’s upper arm. 

“M’sorry I snapped,” Beca mumbles, glancing up at her. 

“It’s okay. Do you want me to pack your bag? What time is your flight leaving?”

“Eleven, I think.” Beca shifts to sit up, Chloe’s hand falling to her lap. “My aunt asked me to speak.”

“You don’t have to if it’s too hard,” Chloe murmurs, tilting her head to the side. 

“That’s the thing; it’s not hard. It’s…” Beca sighs. “I don’t feel anything. And I should, right? She was my mom. I should be sad or something. She just…” Beca’s jaw clenches, her eyes shutting for a moment. Chloe slides her hand into hers in wordless encouragement. “We never got along. She had an alcohol problem when I was a kid, and I never really had the whole love and affection kids are supposed to get from their mom. But she was still my mom.” Beca inhales sharply. “But then... I told her about you. About us. The summer after Worlds, after we got together. I think she was shocked that I was with a woman, but the things she said, Chlo…” she shakes her head, puffing out a breath. “She told me to leave. That was the last thing she said to me. Our relationship was strained ever since I went to live with my dad and Sheila, but it crumbled that day.” Beca’s eyes find Chloe, a mixture of hurt and uncertainty swirling in them. “I don’t have anything nice to say about her, because I don’t think she was a good person. Even in the rare times she was sober, she was just-- she brought people down.” She swallows, squeezing Chloe’s hand. “Does that make me heartless?”

Chloe shakes her head, lifting their joined hands to press a lingering kiss to Beca’s knuckles. “No. Absolutely not. And you don’t have to speak if you don’t want to. In fact, you don’t even have to go if you don’t want to.”

“I don’t, but there’s a shit ton of stuff that needs to be dealt with and I can’t let my aunt handle everything.”

“I can help with that,” Chloe says. “You don’t have to go by yourself.” 

Beca sighs. “You’re gonna regret coming… her side of the family isn’t fun.” She skims her thumb over Chloe’s knuckles. “But I guess it would suck less if you were by my side.”

Beca has always had trouble showing her vulnerable side, so Chloe knows that’s the closest she’ll get to I need you. 

“Okay. I’ll call the airline.” She leans in to peck Beca’s lips. “Right after I draw you a bath.”

Beca groans. “I don’t deserve you.” She chases Chloe’s lips in another short kiss. “You’re joining me, right?” 

“You bet.”

They land in Seattle just after one the next day. Beca’s aunt picks them up from the airport and drives them to Beca’s childhood house. Chloe’s never been there, and she can’t quite suppress her amazement when she first steps inside Beca’s old bedroom. 

“The Spice Girls, huh?” She asks with a shit-eating grin, tilting her chin towards the poster hanging above Beca’s bed. 

“Shut up,” Beca mutters, rolling her eyes. “I’m surprised she kept my room as is.” She walks to her dresser, picking up a picture of herself as a toddler, with her mom and dad. Seemingly catching herself, Beca sets it back down, clearing her throat. “I need to sort through everything. What’s trash and what can be given away.”

“You’re not keeping anything?”

Beca shakes her head. “No. I already took what mattered to me the day she told me to leave.”

They spend the rest of the afternoon packing Beca’s childhood things into boxes and make a trip to the dump for the things that need to be thrown away. 

Around six, they head to Beca’s aunt’s for dinner. 

“I’m sorry if this is awkward,” Beca mumbles as she reaches up to ring the doorbell. “Hopefully it won’t drag on.” 

“Beca, Chloe,” Annie greets with a small smile as she opens the door. “Come on in.”

They’re led to the dining room, where Beca’s uncle Jerry is already sat. “Hey there, Beca.”

“Hey uncle Jerry,” Beca says with a nod, then points to Chloe. “This is my girlfriend Chloe.”

She doesn’t miss the way her aunt and uncle glance at each other, and her skin crawls in discomfort. 

“Have a seat, girls, I’ll bring out the dish.” 

Chloe sits down next to Beca, casting her uncle a polite smile when she catches him looking at her. Beca and her aunt exchange small talk about Beca’s career over the first fifteen minutes, before Annie’s focus shifts to Chloe.

“And what do you do, Chloe?”

“I’m a vet, ma’am.”

“Oh, how fun!” The older woman gushes. “Well you’re such a good friend for being there for Beca through such a challenging time.” 

Beca clears her throat. “Chloe’s my girlfriend, aunt Annie. We’re living together as a couple. Surely mom told you that.” 

Annie purses her lips, setting her wine glass down. “She simply said you were going through a… phase.” 

Beca scoffs, her eyes rolling through the ceiling before she stabs a piece of carrot a bit too hard. “Of course she did.”

“Beca honey, your mom just wanted you to be happy. She loved you.”

“Telling me she doesn’t want to see me anymore isn’t my definition of loving your own child.” 

“She was hoping it would make realize this…” she motions between Beca and Chloe with her fork, as though unable to say it aloud. “Is not something that would last. That you’d come to your senses and go back to dating men.” 

“Fuck this,” Beca mutters, throwing her napkin on the table. “You’re really no better than her.”

The way Annie’s eyes darken shakes Chloe to the core. “Beca, that is not an appropriate way to talk about your dead mother!” 

Beca ignores it, pushing to her feet. “We’ll see you at the funeral tomorrow.”

Chloe follows her girlfriend towards the exit, catching her arm as Beca walks towards the driver’s side. “Gimme the keys, I’ll drive.”

Thankfully Beca doesn’t put up a fight and nods, handing Chloe the keys and wordlessly slipping in the passenger seat. Chloe backs out of the driveway and takes a right, driving for a couple minutes before pulling up on the side of the road when it seems like Beca is on the verge of a panic attack.

She unbuckles herself and twists in her seat, resting a hand over Beca’s back as Beca leans forward, struggling to breathe. 

“It’s okay, let it out, baby.”

A sob wretches itself from Beca’s throat and Chloe’s heart cracks as Beca breaks down, fat tears rolling down her face. 

“Breathe,” Chloe reminds her, rubbing soothing circles over her jacket. “Inhale, exhale.” 

It takes Beca a few minutes to calm down. She sniffles, wiping her cheeks with the hem of her sleeves. “God, I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to apologize for, babe,” Chloe murmurs, reaching out to tuck Beca’s hair behind her ear. “They’re the ones in the wrong here.” 

Beca nods, puffing out a breath. “Can we leave right after the service tomorrow?” She croaks out. “You think— we could drive down to your parents’? We haven’t seen them in a while.”

“Of course.” Chloe smiles. “They’ll love that.” 

Beca has been a part of the family ever since Chloe introduced her just over three years ago, and Chloe’s pretty sure they love Beca more than her. 

(she secretly loves how obsessed they are with her girlfriend.) 

The funeral unfolds as it should the next morning, and a service is held in Beca’s childhood home shortly after. Chloe helps however she can, putting aside her irritation towards Beca’s aunt so things can run as smoothly as possible, because Beca doesn’t need any more drama. 

“Babe?” Chloe calls out as she makes it to the top of the stairs. Everyone’s left save for Annie and Jerry, and Beca disappeared a while ago. She finds Beca leaning against her empty bedroom door frame and wraps an arm around her waist from behind, propping her chin on her shoulder. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” Beca whispers, inhaling sharply. “Just… memories.” She turns around, looping her arms around Chloe’s neck and pecking her lips. She looks like she’s been crying, but Chloe doesn’t bring it up. “Thank you for coming with me.”

“Of course.” She rubs her nose against Beca’s sweetly. “You ready to go? If we leave now we should be on time for dinner. Mama Beale is making her famous salmon risotto.”

Beca hums. “Sounds amazing.” 

She hits the lights and shuts the door behind her, linking her fingers with Chloe’s as they head out of the house. 

The first half of the ride is spent in silence, Beca’s playlist drifting through the speakers on low volume while Beca stares out the window, absentmindedly stroking Chloe’s knuckles back and forth with the pad of her thumb as they hold hands over the console. 

“Sometimes I’m terrified of having kids,” she blurts out, cutting through Chloe’s thoughts. “I didn’t have any role model growing up and part of me is scared that being a shitty parent is like-- a genetic thing.” 

Chloe’s head shakes, and she glances away from the road for a second to cast her a soft smile. “It’s not, babe.” 

“The rational part of me knows that, but I can’t completely shut down those thoughts that I’m bound to screw up. But then I think of you and-- how I’m the best version of myself when you’re around and I know our kids -- whenever we decide to have them, seriously there’s no rush -- will have the same effect.” 

These moments -- the ones where Beca cracks herself open -- are still rare despite the trust she holds in her heart for Chloe, and they never fail to bring tears to her eyes. Especially when it deals with an important subject that they’ve never brought up before, one that is very dear to Chloe, as she’s always wanted to be a mother. 

“You’re serious about wanting kids?” She asks, unable to completely tame the emotion leaking in her voice. 

“Yeah. Someday. You know, when you and I married and in a good place with our careers.” 

Chloe’s heart trips at the imagery, and a wide smile breaks across her features. “Okay,” she croaks out, squeezing Beca’s hand. “Sounds like a great plan.” 

They make it to the house a little over an hour later, and Chloe’s mom wraps Beca up in a warm embrace as soon as they make it across the threshold. 

“What a lovely surprise,” Alice gushes as she waves them in after hugging her daughter next. 

“Thank you for having us last notice,” Beca says, smiling genuinely for the first time in the last couple days. “What’s up Mike?” She asks when they step inside the kitchen, where Chloe’s dad is setting the table. 

“Hey!” Mike exclaims, a beaming grin stretching across his features. “You guys have a seat. Beer?” 

“Please,” Beca sighs, shrugging off her coat and scarf and draping them over her chair before easing down on it. She smiles and leans against Chloe’s lips when she kisses her temple, quietly thanking Chloe’s dad as he sets a chilled bottle of local beer down in front of her. “Smells great, Alice.” 

“Fresh salmon caught by Mike yesterday,” Chloe’s mom informs them as she sets the dish down in the centre of the table. 

“Going back tomorrow, if you wanna join,” Mike states, his tone teasing as Beca is not really one for the outdoors. 

“You know what? Count me in,” Beca says, surprising everyone at the table. “I think I could use some fresh air.” She glances at Chloe. “I’ll need spare clothes, did not plan a fishing trip when I packed.” 

Chloe chuckles. “Sure thing, babe. Can I convince you to go for a hike as well?” 

“Let’s not push it, Beale,” Beca mutters, smirking. “But I won’t say no to a walk to the beach tomorrow morning before breakfast.” 

It’s a Beale tradition to go on a morning beach walk after both Thanksgiving and Christmas, holidays which Beca spent in Oregon the last two years. 

After a delicious dinner and helping out with the dishes, they head up to Chloe’s bedroom just after ten. 

“And you made fun of me for liking the Spice Girls,” Beca quips as she slides under the covers, eyeing the Pussycat Dolls poster hanging on Chloe’s opposite wall. 

Chloe giggles. “I had a huge crush on Nicole Scherzinger.” 

“Can’t blame you.” Beca sobers up, curling up close to Chloe and cupping her cheek tenderly. “I love you.” 

“I love you, too.” She kisses Beca softly, holding her waist under the covers. “Turn around, I’m the big spoon tonight.” 

Beca chuckles and does as she’s told without objection, lacing their fingers. “Night, Chlo.” 

“Goodnight, baby.” 

[holidaywishes]

Let Me Help You

  Requested: 👍

  Summary/Request: can you do an imagine of freddie taking care of you while your dying from excruciating cramps. like you’re so in pain you wanna cry and freddie literally goes crazy doing anything to make you feel better??!!!

  Warning: fluff

  Author’s Note: I’m sorry this is coming out so late, anon. I didn’t start my song prompt fic until later in the afternoon and then I couldn’t decide whether or not to write it as smut or fluff. I chose fluff, obviously, so I’m sorry if that’s not what you were hoping for, anon, but it’s just the direction I went in! Either way, I hope you enjoy it and know that my asks are always open! Stay Golden, loves! ❤️

xx

  “AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” you screamed as your cramps took over your senses “AHHHGGG”

  “WHAT?” Freddie yelled as he ran downstairs to find you on the couch, “what’s happening?”

  “I’m dying!” you answered, holding your stomach

  “You’re not dying” he scoffed

  “DO. NOT” you growled in return, “I am in soooo much pain that I can barely breathe right now. Don’t you dare tell that I’m not dying. I don’t care if you think I’m being dramatic. I’m dying! I need you to suffocate me so I don’t have to feel this anymore...”

  “I’m sorry, babe” he cowered

  “AHHHHHHHHH-ha-ha-owww”

  “What can I do?” He asked, sitting on the end of the couch carefully

  “I don’t know” you whined

  “Tell me.. I’ll do anything”

  “Just kill me,” she said through laboured breathing, “just kill me now. I can’t do this anymore. Every month this happens but it always hurts. So much.” He got up quickly and ran to the kitchen before running back upstairs and you scoffed at his dismissal, falling back onto the couch when he ran back into the kitchen, “FREDDIE!” you shouted, annoyed at his constant moving, “STOP SCUTTLING!” he re-emerged after a few minutes with a hot pack and a teddy bear that your dad had given to you when you were little

  “Do you want any chocolate? Anything special?”

  “Oh my god,” you cooed, starting to cry at his sweetness, “you’re so nice to me”

  “(Y/N), baby...”

  “What did I do to deserve you?”

  “Baby, can I get you anything?” He asked again, “do anything?”

  “Pizza,” you said, “crispy thin crust pizza. Then Ben & Jerry’s ice cream for dessert, any kind, all the kinds. And maybe we can make a milkshake!”

  “Done. I’ll order the pizza now and go grab all the stuff. I’ll be back as soon as I can okay?”

  “Don’t!” You called when he turned his back, “be too long!”

  “I won’t” he smiled, kissing your forehead before he left. Your cramps rushed over you again, leaving you in cold sweats and you had never been happier for a hot pack in your life while you waiting for Freddie.

  “Oh god oh god oh god” you shouted as your cramps tensed your stomach; Freddie better be on his way back by now.

xx

Freddie’s P.O.V

  You hated seeing (Y/N) in pain, physical or otherwise, so you tried to help her the best you could; even if it was only getting chocolate and junk food. When you got home, you found your girlfriend on the floor

  “Oh my god!” You yelled, throwing the bags of candy on the floor and placing the pizza on a nearby table, “(Y/N) what happened?!” You helped her up to her knees

  “I couldn’t get comfortable on the couch, so I stood up and started walking around,” she explained, “but the pain was too much. Like it was so much that I just kind of keeled over and brought the pillows and the blankets to the ground with me”

  “Well I guess we’re gonna have a pizza party down here!” You smiled and she brought her hand to your cheek

  “I love you so much”

  “I love you, too,” you added, “you wanna make a Fort?”

  “Like a pillow Fort??” She asked happily, “I would love to! But I can’t move”

  “That’s okay,” you whispered, kissing her cheek, “you eat some pizza and I’ll reheat the hot pack.” You rushed to the kitchen to put the small bag in the microwave, impatiently waited for the machine to beep. “Here take this,” you pressed the hot pack on her stomach and pressing a kiss to her forehead, “I’ll be right back”

  “Wh—” she scoffed

  “I won’t be long,” you interrupted, “just stay here.” You rushed upstairs to string some lights on the ceiling and throw up some sheets, making sure they stayed on the top of the bed posts and throwing as many pillows on the bed with a few extra blankets before you ran back down the stairs

  “FREDD—” she started but stopped when she saw you, “oh, what’s going on?”

  “Feeling any better?”

  “No,” she whined, “I’m still dying”

  “Alright” you smirked, heading over to where she laid, eating pizza on her stomach, contorting your body to join her on the floor

  “What were you doing upstairs?” she asked and you shook your head as you bit into a greasy a piece of pizza

  “It’s a surprise”

  “No” she said simply, making you chuckle

  “Yes“

  “I wanna know!”

  “You will,” you replied, handing her another piece of pizza, “just not right now” she growled at you, pushing the box away from her as another round of cramps took over her and she shouted out in pain.

  “I CAN’T DO THIS ANYMORE!” she yelled, throwing the hot pack away from her, “this stupid thing isn’t working! Help me, Freddie, please!” you stood up, grabbing the bags of junk food from the door before circling around the table to pick her up

  “Come on, baby,” you cooed, “let’s go get comfortable upstairs.”

xx

  You laid your head on Freddie’s shoulders as he carried you upstairs, trying not to scream in his ear as your cramps came over you again.

  “It’s alright, love” he cooed, your face buried in his neck as he opened the door. He made his way to the bed, outstretching his arm to move something so he could set you on a pile of blankets and pillows

  “Whoa” you smiled, holding onto your teddy bear to try to keep your pain to yourself

  “Like it?” he asked

  “I love it,” you smiled, “is that what you were doing? Making this all for me?”

  “I thought you’d be comfier up here,” he admitted, “than down on the floor...”

  “Thank you” you said, holding out your arms for him to lay on top of you

  “How’s your pain?” he asked, kissing your forehead as he sat up on his forearms. You were still in indescribable pain but his body weight was taking some of it away; his pressure was better than any remedy

  “Better” you answered

  “Can I do anything?” you shook your head and kissed his nose. The two of you lay there for a while in bliss before he moved off of you to stare up at the lights with you, holding his hand and smiling whenever he brought your hand to his lips; when you huddled over on your side as another round of cramps rocked through your body, leading a tear to fall from your eye for the first time all night. “It’s really bad today, huh?” he asked and you nodded before he turned you onto your back, “let me help you, love”

  “I don’t think there’s anything you can do, baby” you cried

  “Let me try” he mewed, placing his legs on either side of you, and placing his hands on your chest for a minute before you whined again

  “Freddie” you clenched your eyes together, your hands finding his wrists and squeezing them. When you opened your eyes, you saw his sad eyes looking down at you as his hands messaged your sides

  “Shhh” he hushed, his palms flattening across your stomach so he could push down to alleviate your cramps and, much to your surprise, it was working exceptionally well. You let out a moan and he stopped, “am I hurting you?”

  “No, no,” you said softly, “no it feels really good. Keep going...” he smiled and did as he was told, moving his hands from your stomach to your thighs to message them and recirculate the stimulation somewhere else in your body. You didn’t even noticed when he lowered his body weight back onto your body until he kissed your neck and his hands drifted to your sides, holding onto your body tightly as he kissed your neck. Once your breathing started to shallow, you felt him chuckle against your neck and he sat back on his shins to finish messaging your stomach

  “Feel better?” he asked and you nodded as you bit your lip

  “Can you do that all the time?” you giggled

  “If it will stop the screaming pains,” he laughed, “then yes. I’d be happy to.”

  “You’re really good at it” you said, trying to flirt but only half feeling it

  “I try”

  “’Atta boy” you laughed. “Thank you for doing all this,” you gestured to the room, “it’s amazing”

  “I love you and I hate seeing you in pain. I would do anything for you”

  “I know,” you smiled, pulling him down to lay a peck to his lips, “I love you, too. I would do anything for you when you need it”

  “Good to know”

  “Good to know” you repeated his words teasingly before he started to tickle you and you shouted out for him to stop because you didn’t want your cramps to start again. He fell onto the bed on his side and you turned onto your side, propping yourself up on your elbow to look at him

  “You’re beautiful” he said

  “You’re so handsome” you replied and kissed his cheek before running your hands through his hair, “I love you.”

  “Love you, too, babe” he cooed and you tucked yourself into his side before looking back at the lights on the ceiling, soon falling asleep against his chest.