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zippidi-dooda · 11 days

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1 - Chance Encounter

It was quiet for now.

Your son was still fast asleep in your bedroom leaving you a chance to relax. He was adorable but such a handful despite being one boy. Always running off without warning.

"What am I going to do with you?" You smiled. Leaning against the door frame, you watched the dark haired boy sleep for a moment.

He looked so peaceful right now; his e/c eyes finally shut, drool dripping from his mouth, his chest falling and rising steadily. It calmed you.

You did all you could to keep him out of trouble and so far he was still safe.

But there was a few close calls.

You decided it'd be easier for you to raise him and protect him by living far from the kingdom. Away from the place he lived.

Which is why you lived here.

Deep in the woods in a formerly abandoned cabin.

It had only been about a week since you'd arrived here and you had been able to spruce up the place. The once dingy, cobwebbed house was thoroughly cleaned and dusted, the leaky ceiling mostly repaired, the doors all replaced, and the wild critters kicked out.

You had yet to repair the furniture but it has, so far, given you no problem using so you'd be fine continuing to use it until you got around to the task.

It had taken you a long time, and a lot of bribing, to get this far out, unannounced, with your son. Your son, Lucas, didn't enjoy the traveling at all and made it very clear. But it was worth every second.

You doubted anyone else would get this close to the Valley of Thorns.

You certainly wouldn't if you weren't in your situation.

But you were, so you did. And you had yet to meet any beastly beings since getting here. Perhaps all the awful stories you heard about the place were wrong.

Then again, you weren't actually in the Valley so maybe that was why you were undisturbed.

Whatever the case, you and your son were finally free.

You walked towards the kitchen, the floor creaking as you went (you'd need to fix that soon) and got started on dinner.

You had few rations left now and had already begun growing a garden outside, but it'd take a while for anything to grow. Meaning you'd need to scavenge for food soon.

Or trek into the Valley of Thorns and hope no one would be hostile towards an outsider like you and sell you something.

You didn't know if your money had value here, so going there may not be beneficial.

You shook your head. It'd be best to worry about it when the time came.

So you pulled up your sleeves, tied your hair back, started up the fireplace, and began preping something from the cured meats and vegetables you had.

It wasn't long before you heard a low, mellow voice call from behind you.

"Who are you?"

You flinched, spinning around quickly to face a strange man standing by the front door.

The first thing you noticed was the pair of dark horns sitting atop his head.

Your heart began to race. "You're . . ."

You knew exactly who he was.

He was tall, his horned head almost hitting the roof of the house. His skin was pale as porcelain, eyes lime green and almost glowing. Pointed ears peeked out from his long pitch black hair which faded to a deep blue at the tips.

He wore black clothes which covered his body entirely, no amount of skin other than his face and neck showing.

He was . . . "Gorgeous."

His thin brows raised in shock and he continued to stare at you for a moment. Then he let out a laugh. It was deep and alluring. Fitting for an heir to the throne.

"I must say I dont hear that very often. How unexpected. Although you still haven't answered my question, Child of Man."

Your eyes flitted towards the bedroom for a second before you focused your attention back on the man.

"It's quite rude to ask a lady her name before stating your own."

His eyes narrowed but he continued to smile. "Quite so. But seeing as you've come here unannounced I say different manners come to play here."

"I'm unannounced?" You turned towards the counter, reached for the knife, and began to cut the meat. Again. "You're the one who walked in without even knocking first."

The man hummed. "I apologize. But I've never came here with a need to do so. As far as I know, this place has been abandoned."

"Not anymore." You were racking your brain for a plan to protect your son in case this man decided to do something.

He was very, very powerful, if he tried something you'd have no real way of winning against him.

So the most you could do was hope he'd just go away.

"Really?"

You froze feeling his breath lightly against your ear. He stood right next to you now. And not a sound was made as he moved.

That shouldn't have been possible.

"And what exactly brings you here? Most would prefer to live in a place close to others. If something were to happen to you out here, no one would ever know."

You gulped and began chopping again.

Lucas, please dont wake up. Stay in that room.

"W-well," You cleared your throat. "Shouldn't a prince like you be in their palace learing to rule a kingdom?"

The man leaned away from you. "So you know who I am? Most would run in fear at the sight of me. Fascinating . . . ."

He lifted a finger at you causing the knife in your hands to slip from your grasp and float onto the counter.

"You'll have nothing to eat if you continue cutting it so finely."

"Yes. But maybe I like it that way."

He hummed. "You're a strange one. What is your name, Child of Man?"

Was it safe to answer?

Just as you were about to open your mouth to speak a different voice spoke.

"Mom, can I play outside?"

You bit your tongue and quickly walked over to your son who was walking over to you.

"Not now, sweetie. Dinner is almost ready, just go wait in the room."

You tried ushering Lucas back to the room, out of sight of the fae standing in the kitchen.

But his eyes grew wide as he spotted the man and he wasted no time bounding over to him. It was as if he hadn't just woke up moments ago. You began to sweat, praying that the man wouldn't do anything to your boy.

Lucas smiled from ear to ear and jumped carelessly on the man who thankfully or unthankfully (you weren't sure yet) caught him in his arms.

"Daddy!"

Both the fae's and your eyes widened in shock at the boy's statement.

"'Daddy?'"

"No, sweetie. That's not-"

"Dad, why didn't you come visit me? I missed you."

Lucas frowned angrily and punched the man's chest.

"You were supposed to come for my birthdays but you didn't! You're mean."

You and the man stared at the boy incredulously.

You quickly rushed over to the pair and tried to take Lucas. "I am so sorry. Lucas, that is not your dad. Say sorry right now."

The boy held on tightly to the man, refusing to go to you, and said, "Yes he is. Look, we have the same hair and he's making dinner for us. He's my dad."

Oh to have the logic of a child once again.

Though you suppose this misunderstanding was your fault. You still hadn't told him the truth about his actual father. He was still under the impression that his dad was just traveling the world and wouldn't be back for a long time.

"Please forgive him. He's just a child."

The man simply began to laugh again, not seeming to take offense. That was good. You hoped.

"How amusing. I never imagined I'd be called that before. What an interesting pair you two are."

He set Lucas down on the ground

"I am not your father though, child. And I must be going now. Farewell, you two."

Then, in the blink of an eye, he vanished leaving behind a few green fireflies where he once stood.

"Woww!"

Lucas looked on in awe and reached towards the light bugs.

"Dad's so cool!"

You frowned.

At least the fae was gone. And hopefully didn't come back.

"Lucas, he isn't your Dad. That's Malleus Draconia."

Masterlist

2 - A little Trip

#twisted wonderland #twst #malleus x reader #x reader #“In Ruins”#twst malleus #malleus draconia

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the-badger-mole · 1 year

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Hallmarks of the Season

Katara hated travelling during the holidays. It was too crowded, people were too impatient, and the frazzled staff had been abused to the point that even asking for directions seemed to push some of them to the point of tears. Even travelling first class wasn't enough to offset the horrors of holiday travel. Still, as Katara exited baggage claim at long last, and saw her father and brother waiting for her in driver hats and holding a banner, she felt the annoyance of the last 15 hours melt away.

"Dad! Sokka!" She threw herself at them and happily got swallowed up in the tangle of affection.

"Welcome home, sweetheart," Hakoda said, pulling his children close in a crushing hug.

"Dad!" Sokka protested. "You see me every day! Stop trying to break me in half." Hakoda ignored his son and gave them both one last squeeze before releasing them. He took the handle of Katara's suitcase and lead the way out of the airport.

"I'm so glad you were able to make it this year," Hakoda said to Katara. "It's been too long since we've had you with us in person for the holidays. Your grandmother is going to be thrilled to see you."

"And this mysterious boyfriend you're hiding from us," Sokka cast his sister an arch look. Katara just rolled her eyes.

"First of all, he's my fiancé," she reminded him. "And he's not mysterious. You have all met him."

"Video calls and an hour of lunch hardly counts as meeting him," Sokka snorted. "We've barely gotten to vet him. It seems like every time we're supposed to spend time with him, something comes up. Wasn't he supposed to fly out with you? What's his excuse this time?" Katara's face colored with anger.

"There's an issue with an investor," Katara told her brother. "They were supposed to sign the deal two weeks ago, but now they're dragging their feet. If the money isn't transferred, it's going to affect payroll, and we're trying to avoid that. It's a miracle I was able to get away."

"Perks of being engaged to the owner?" Hakoda grinned broadly and winked at Katara.

"Yeah...well..." Katara's shoulders went up to her ears bashfully. "Well, anyway, Zuko's uncle is there to help get things settled. He promised to have Zuko on the plane here in four days, no matter what, so he'll be here." Sokka scoffed disbelievingly. Katara shoved him lightly. They'd reached Hakoda's car then, and the subject switched from the likelihood of Katara's fiancé showing up to who got the front seat. Katara won, and Sokka sulked in the backseat for the entire way home.

Katara had only been able to come home a handful of times over the last five years, but every time she stepped through the door of her childhood home, it was like she'd never been away. Kanna, her grandmother hurried out of the kitchen, covered in flour, to greet her prodigal granddaughter in a flurry of hugs and kisses. A pair of small, but heavy feet rushed down the stairs, and Katara had just a moment to prepare herself before her niece launched herself into her aunt's arms.

"Auntie!" Katara caught her with only a bit of a stumble and laughed as she hugged her niece tight.

"You've gotten so big, Sesi!" she exclaimed. Sesi squirmed out of Katara's grip and pulled her bottom lip down to show of a row of missing teeth.

"I lost a tooth today!" Sesi exclaimed, jabbing her finger at an empty spot that seemed fresher than the rest. "It came out in my tessenjutsu class!" Katara ooed and awed to the little girl's content. Then Sesi grabbed Katara's hand to drag her off to her room and show her all the new toys and games she'd gotten since Katara had last visited, but Sokka stopped her.

"Sesi, Auntie's had a long day," he said. "And it's past your bedtime."

"But, Daddy-" Sesi protested.

"She'll still be here tomorrow," Sokka promised. "And if you're really good, maybe she can even take you to school in the morning." The reminder that she still had to go to school did not have the placating result Sokka was hoping for, but still Sesi went off to her room with little more than a pout. Hakoda took the opportunity to take Katara's bag up to the guest room. Kanna ushered her grandchildren off to the kitchen to fix them a meal.

"I hope you're hungry," Kanna said.

"After a day of airport food, I'm starved," Katara assured her grandmother.

"Really?" Sokka raised an eyebrow. "They didn't feed you in first class?" Katara rolled her eyes and huffed.

"First class on that airline just means more legroom, and even that just barely." She sat at the table, across from her brother and thanked Kanna for the bowl of stew. "The food on the plane was actually not bad, but they served it like two hours into the flight, and it wasn't even that much food."

"Well, you can have as much as you want," Kanna promised. "I'm going to clean up and head out."

"You don't have to do that, Gran-Gran," Sokka said. "I'll take care of it."

"Are you sure?" Kanna asked. "I know you've had a long day, and it's no trouble."

"It's the least I can do," Sokka insisted. "For taking care of Sesi and cooking and stuff." Kanna chuckled and kissed Sokka's forehead.

"In that case, I'll head out." Kanna stopped at Katara's side and kissed her next. "I'll be back nice and early tomorrow. I want to hear all about your job...and this young man I've been hearing so much about."

"Absolutely," Katara promised. "I have lots of pictures." Hakoda came back down the stairs as Kanna was bundling up.

"Are you leaving so soon, Kanna?" he asked, giving her a hug.

"I want to let Umiak out for a while before I go to bed," Kanna told him. "I'll be back in the morning." Kanna said her last goodnights and hurried out to her car. Hakoda went to join his children at the table.

"Sesi was a little wound up," Hakoda explained as he fixed himself a bowl of stew. "I told her a quick bedtime story."

"Sesi is getting so big!" Katara exclaimed, turning to Sokka. "How can you stand it?"

"It's tough," Sokka sighed. "I feel like she was just my little baby ten minutes ago, and now she's losing teeth and going to school. She'll be in first grade next year."

"Yeah, these days fly by." Hakoda looked at his two children with a melancholy smile. "Then she'll be all grown up and carving out her own little piece of the world, and making you feel the proudest you've ever been." Katara reached out and squeezed her fathers hand. Sokka stroked his chin thoughtfully.

"Sesi looks more and more like Yue everyday," he mused sadly.

"Yeah, but her personality is all you," Katara laughed.

"Perfect!" Sokka grinned at Katara. "She'll be beautiful and funny!"

The trio stayed up well into the night, catching up, reminiscing and cleaning the kitchen. It was well past the time Hakoda and Sokka usually went to bed by the time they turned in, but eventually the day caught up with them, and they said their goodnights. Katara had been put into the spare bedroom. It was small, but cozy, with a narrow futon and a warm glowing bedside table. This was where Gran-Gran or any other visiting relatives would sleep. It was strange for Katara to be there now, but her childhood bedroom was now where Sesi slept. It was jarring, and the first time that coming to visit her family didn't quite feel like coming home, but Katara found herself glad that her brother and niece had moved back in with Hakoda. She had worried about her father when she was away, although Sokka and his family had never lived far. She was grateful that they had each other now. And she was glad to be back.

One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six

#atla #holiday feel goods #zutara #yukka #hallmarks of the season #fanfic

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yakumtsaki · 1 year

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Boy do I feel iVan when it comes to this wolfwatching crap, I am OVER IT. I actually went back and checked how long it’s been that I’ve been trying to turn Jojo into a werewolf and it turns out I STARTED IN 2018. It’s literally been two Olympics, absolutely pathetic. Ok Jojo you are 200yo at this point, I really think it’s time for us to give this up and let you die with dignity.

-I’ve never done anything with dignity and I’m not about to start now!

Meanwhile, being disinherited in favor of her wife has reignited the passion in Shajar’s heart.

-Oh darling, I can’t believe you already have a new diabolical plan! It was only last night that you stole my inheritance! You’re a genius!🖤

-Don’t I know it!

Sophie can you just chill with your 20 top-careered pets, your massive lawyer pension, and all of Jojo’s money? What more could you possibly want??

-Oh I’ll tell you what I want, I want Sugar out of here!

Aw come on, he’s not that bad!

-He killed Sandy!

You hated Sandy! You literally danced on her grave!

-Ya that’s not it, she thinks with Sugar here Sophito’s heirship is disputed.

-SHAJAR YOU GODDAMN IDIOT DON’T TELL HER THAT

OMG SOPHIE WHO CARES

-I CARE. Now fuck outta here so we can have geriatric relations in our front yard!

-Listen, honey-

-You’ve never called me ‘honey’ before.

-Yes I have, I’m a very affectionate mother.

-No, I mean you LITERALLY have never in my life called-

-LISTEN HERE, BRAT. There, was that better?? Now, you know how much I love your cousin Sugar-

-Don’t you always say Aunt Cyn should have kept the placenta instead of him?

-Well the placenta is very nutritious. As I was saying, even though I love having Sugar around, I think the best thing for him is to leave and make a life for himself.

-Yes, I completely agree, that boy is a liability!

-Grandpa, where did you come from?

-From another room, I definitely wasn’t hiding behind the fridge.

-Won’t Sugar have a hard time living alone?

-He should have thought of that before he destroyed his marriage!

-Didn’t you have an affair with Max Flexor?

-Yes but I wasn’t stupid enough to get caught!

-I don’t know guys, I feel like you two have another agenda.

-Us?? An agenda???

-HAHAHA oh son, you are funny! It will be a cold day in Hell when your grandpa and I are not completely honest and selfless!

-Hey guys, did you tell him about kicking Sugar out on his ass yet?

-GET OUT OF HERE, SHAJAR

-So Mom and Grandpa want me to kick out Sugar.

-What? And who will change the baby’s diapers?? iVan who’s having a mental breakdown???

-𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙶𝙸𝚁𝙻𝚂 𝚂𝙰𝚈 𝙸'𝙼 𝙿𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚃𝚈 𝙵𝙻𝚈 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙰𝙽 𝙰𝙸🎵

Ngl, I am starting to feel living in our crypt might not be the best lifepath for Sugar. I mean he doesn’t even have a roommate after, you know, he killed Sandy. Ok Sugar, I’m gonna give you one more chance at a family..

..it’s over for you, Matthew Picaso! That’s what you get for pissing me off that time Sophito kept asking you out.

-JESSICA HOW COULD CHEAT ON ME WITH THIS FREAKSHOW

-I COULDNT HELP IT MATTHEW, WE HAVE THE SAME FACE TEMPLATE. IT WAS FATE

-Jess, I know this is fast as you got divorced 2 hours ago, but when you know, you know! Marry me and let’s fill this neighborhood with our face template!

-Oh Sugar, of course I will!

-It’s happening. It’s finally happening. I’M SO HAPPY

Ok Jojo calm down.

-I CAN’T.

I gave Jess a nice gothic makeover and moved them into this beautiful Victorian house I of course didn’t build-

-and it’s wedding time!

-OH GOD THIS IS THE HAPPIEST DAY OF MY LIFE

We adopted a bunch of pets from Wulf..

..and even Claire (who has a hot new look and a great life which I will cover in the next spare update) shockingly agreed to come over and let bygones be bygones, guaranteeing a more normal co-parenting situation than Sugar barging in her house to beat up Wilfred. Magnanimous queen!

-I’m literally too rich and successful to hold grudges, getting divorced from Sugar was the best thing to ever happen to me!

LOL. Well point is everything was going well-

-AND THEN SUGAR TRIED TO HAVE ANOTHER AUTONOMOUS AFFAIR WITH SOMEONE HE BROUGHT HOME FROM WORK. SUGAR WTF IS YOUR PROBLEM. WHO DOES THIS IN FRONT OF THEIR WIFE, THAT COWORKER DOESNT EVEN LIKE YOU

-I DON’T CARE. I’M NOT MADE FOR MARRIAGE I CAN’T DO IT

HOLY HELL

-GET OUT OF HERE ASSHOLE I CAN’T BELIEVE I RUINED MY MARRIAGE FOR YOU

-OH NOOOOO I’M SO SAD. Don’t worry my bags are already packed!

-Welcome back bro, don’t worry, you’ll always be in the Dean’s List of my heart!

-NO. NO. YOU WERE GONE. I WATCHED YOU LEAVE. GO BACK TO YOUR WIFE RIGHT NOW

-I AM WIFELESS AND I’M NEVER LEAVING AGAIN. I WILL DIE RIGHT WHERE I WAS BORN: IN YOUR FRONT YARD

-YOU’LL DIE SOONER THAN YOU THINK IF YOU DONT GET THE FUCK OUT

-SOPHITO IS THE DEMOCRATICALLY ELECTED HEIR AND HE SAID I’M WELCOME TO STAY. YOU HAVE NO POWER OVER ME

-WHY YOU DON-NOSED, TWICE-DIVORCED LITTLE BASTARD. GET OUT OF MY SIGHT

-I’M GOING BUT ONLY BECAUSE I WANT TO

-Aaaah, it’s good to be back in my crypt where I belong! Who should I marry and divorce next? Uncle Daniel’s wife is pretty hot.

Sugar istg.

#gen 4 #ts2

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breakingbadmspaint · 5 months

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Breaking Bad Season 4 (MS Paint)

I'm watching Breaking Bad and drawing my experience on MS Paint with my mouse.

[Season 2] [Season 3]

These seasons keep getting more intense and packed with stuff that I fear this is going to become more text than drawing soon.

Ep1

You can't just give me my baby boy looking so cute and excited!!

OH GOD NO THEY CAN'T DO THIS TO ME AGAIN. I JUST GOT HERE, I'M ONLY 6 MINUTES IN.

EVEN VICTOR IS UPSET (and I like to believe It's because he likes Gale)

YEAH YOU SHOW THEM VICTOR FUCK YEAH

-- oh my god the rage you can feel off Gus right now. He's terrifying, I love him.

THIS DOWN VIEW IS SO POWERFUL. THE REDS AND THE DARK BLUES OOOOOOO Gus feeling like he's towering over them.

THIS SCENE IS SO GOOD HOLY SHIT.

I'm watching with such intensity

-- WHAT WHY WHAT WHAT WHAT

Ep2

-- money money money money money

-- aw they're actually trying to get clean- damn it Jesse

I hope they go back to rehab group

-- That poor roomba

-- Walt really just going to get himself killed honestly.

These shots just keep getting better and better. You're small and blue Walt.

-- OH SHUT UP WALT, YOU DID IT ALL FOR YOURSELF

Ep 3

-- Those bastards dare use Gale's coffee machine still.

Okay so I love Huell. I swear to god if he dies.... I can't handle it.

-- It takes one threat to Walts ego for him to finally agree to the car wash🙄

-- oh Marie is going to get herself arrested, 100%.

-- man poor Jesse. The spiral his life has gone down.

-- OH SHIT MARIE

I think she likes the colour purple. Just a feeling.

Ep 4

The things he has to put up with. He looks so fed up.

-- OH GOD HIS EAR

LMAO Walts face when Skyler says "We want them to understand why you'd do something so stupid"

GET HIM SKYLER, GET HIM AND HIS STUPID EGO

omg Gale, my baby. I'm sobbing I love this man. Singing Karaoke in Thailand living his best life.

-- YOU BETTER FEEL GUILTY WALT. YOU BETTER (He doesn't)

-- Man Walt, how can you not realise Jesse is god damn traumatised over that event and you're just trying to make him relive it.

Ep 5

I would love some chicken right now

-- I'M SOBBING GALE IS SO CUTE

-- Jesse & Mike roadtrip montage!

-- HE SAID IT! "YOU! ARE NOT THE GUY! YOU'RE NOT CAPABLE OF BEING THE GUY, I HAD A GUY BUT NOW I DON'T~ YOU! ARE NOT! THE GUY~" I've heard part of the breaking bad remix before I even saw the show.

-- I really struggle to tell if Walt genuinely cares for Jesse or if it's just because he can easily manipulate him.

-- Oh no, Walt is drunk and getting his ego destroyed. This isn't a good combo.

-- OH SNAP HANK IS FIGURING IT OUT

Ep 6

-- I sense a war about to happen. Don't mess with Gus and his stuff.

Big scary baby man with big ego wah wah

-- I don't think insulting Jesse is going to keep him on your side Walt

-- oh my god, Walt if you get those ladies killed because you don't want to clean... YOU'RE NOT EVEN HELPING THEM

This is the father/son duo I want

huuuuh?????

-- Walt you bastard, look what you did!

-- Does Gus actually see potential or is this manipulation???

Ep 7

-- I miss Huell, when do we get more Huell.

-- My god Walt, if you dare ask Jesse to kill for you again

-- I'm fist-fighting Walter White

-- oooh sly Hank, very sneaky. Also I just love Gus in his yellow uniform.

He's just sat there like :T

DAMN HANK!!! Great at his job, holy shit

Ep 8

-- I'm sure Gus will find a way out of this since he has a lot of contacts and he's smart

-- I think Hank is getting a bigger target on his back

-- HUELL!! YIPPEE

This is beautiful

-- OOOH LOOK AT YOUNGER GUS!!! CUTE!!!

-- OH MY GOD

Ep 9

-- Oh Skyler honey, I don't think you realise he can't quit even if he wants to. He screwed up any chance of that, It's either make meth or death

-- UH OH TED OH NO SKYLER I KNEW IT'D COME BITE YOU IN THE ASS

-- HOLY SHIT MOVE JESSE, YOU'RE GOING TO GET SNIPED

OH DAMN OMG GUS HOLY WHAT

-- ooh please say Saul walks in, pleaaase- Oh Skyler, that's unexpected. Oh my god is she playing dumb???? OH MY GOD

-- Jesse you need to stop throwing your DNA covered cigarettes everywhere

-- Walt is making me so mad omg. His ego and paranoia are going to make him end up alone

Ep 10

-- I wonder what Gus's plan is, I'm sure there is more to it than just sending Jesse away

-- HELL YEAH JESSE DAAAAMN Making Gus and Mike proud

-- TED OH MY GOD

-- Oh I'm so nervous

-- Please be poisoned, please be poisoned - wait no GUS no don't be poisoned aaaaah

I'm so scared, how are they getting out of this

-- OMG OMG OMG OMG HOLY SHIT

Ep 11

Is Jesse going to have to do surgery on Mike?!?

He's so happy with his revenge

-- God I thought he was going to hit him with that chair for a moment

-- HUELL WOOOO

-- OMFG TED - okay he's still alive(?)

"Does it have to be dirty?" "No :)"

-- See, you pushed everyone away Walt- OH SNAP

Walter White has been ejected

-- Oh my god Walt, don't test him, he will find a way to hurt you

-- Point proven, he just threatened to kill your baby

-- Walt joker moment

Ep 12

-- Damn he's good at talking his way into a place - OH SNAP DRUG DOG

-- My god, Marie really loves purple, EVEN HER COFFEE PACKAGING IS PURPLE???? Does she buy it because It's purple???

-- Gosh what mystery potion is Walter making - OH A BOMB

Ep 13

-- UH OH Jesse

-- AHJFKHKFHA HOUSE MENTION AHAHAHA

Walter climbing through a door like a gremlin is beautiful

-- That old lady aw, wait she's not going to get hurt right?!?

-- HOLY SHIT

I knew it was coming but I'm still so sad

-- WOAH

-- WHAT THE FUCK IT WAS WALTER THE WHOLE TIME OMFG AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH I'M FIGHTING HIM, I'M FIST FIGHTING HIM

#Breaking Bad #breaking bad fanart #breaking bad spoilers #breaking bad meme #MS Paint #mouse drawing #ms paint art #I want more Huell

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robotstrategy · 3 months

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Recalled • Part 4 • 30 - Roland

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Drops of black ink fall into the bathtub as Roland unravels the skin wraps Lee had wrapped him with. Lilian watches as he rinses off all the inky residue revealing the pieces of art across his body.

When Roland was ten he broke his arm, his mom got him a cast instead of a new arm because it was cheaper, he had drawn a shark on it and made the drawing into a permanent tattoo when the cast was cut off. At thirteen he was attacked by a shark that swam too close to the beach, that or he swam too far out. When he walked back onto the sand he was battered and bruised, he had scars that would still be on him today if they weren’t given to Nero and Connor. His step-dad told him it was karma for the things he did earlier that day, he didn’t even care that his step-son could’ve been eaten alive if Roland hadn’t beaten that shark to death.

Roland wonders why he still likes sharks, maybe he just never had the money or time to get the tattoo removed, or maybe it was the respect he had for a bigger monster out there; that no matter how awful he or his step-dad was, there was literal bigger fish to fry.

Roland curses himself, he’s thinking about his stepdad again, and how something could be worse than him. Admittedly dying to a ferocious animal is way worse than a few strikes to the back, but there’s a difference between a trigger-happy, abusive parent and a defensive, scared animal.

“Do you mind grabbing that second skin wrap over on the counter?” Roland asks Lilian as he thoroughly cleans his arms and legs.

Lilian goes over to grab the second skin. “Why are you covering it again, it’s too pretty to be covered.”

Roland laughs, taking the wrap from Lilian’s hands. “It’s not done healing, I just needed to get the extra ink off.”

Roland wraps up his limbs in the transparent gauze-like wrap before wrapping them again in blue bandages, he turns to the mirror to inspect himself, groaning at the sight of freshly emerged pimples.

Roland has the luck of a teenage girl when it comes to pimples, it’s like dandelions, there’s one, and then there’s a ton, and he can’t get them to go away as easily as his friends used to.

“You can use some of my face wash if you want.” Lilian eyes Roland.

“Ya sure? I mean, I don’t know if I should use stuff that isn’t really mine.”

Lilian scoffs. “Just because you’ve become possessive of your stuff doesn’t mean I have.” She pulls out an elastic and hands it to him. “Put your hair up, then it won't get in the way.”

Roland grabs the elastic and puts his hair in a high ponytail, a few shorter pieces fall back into his face. Lilian pulls out a specialty acne cream, apparently it’s supposed to pull out all the gunk in someone’s pores in a matter of four hours.

“Only put that on the spots that need it, or else you’ll wreck your face even more than it already is.” She hands him the tube, and she then goes for a bag of pimple stickers, placing some on her own problem areas. “Take your pick, you won’t want puss leaking out of your face when the treatment starts.”

Roland scoffs. “No offence, but I’d rather not have unicorns and teddy bears on my face.” To that Lilian rolls her eyes. “There’s some sea creatures in there if you dig hard enough.”

Lilian brushes her teeth while Roland places salmon and starfish on his face. “How’d you get it anyway?” Lilian asks, in reference to Roland’s acne.

“Chocolate pudding.”

“You’ve been eating that a lot.”

“It’s becoming a comfort food.”

And it really is, it’s a simple treat, but it seems like in any slightly stressful situation he’s gotten it. Back at the hospital when he had first woken up, in the support group, his mom had gotten him a carton of it as a treat when he got released from the hospital after the freakout with his meds. He supposes it’s what spam is to Hayden, but then again it was never something present in the basement, god forbid Sonia gets them anything nice.

However, Roland is happy that it hasn’t become such a big thing, last night he ate the last pudding cup he had in that pack of six. Admittedly having a cup almost every day isn’t the best, but if they were bought for him he should be allowed to have them.

“So what are you doing today?”

“Sleeping.”

Lilian gives him a look, staring him up and down. Roland scowls.

“What’s with all the attitude?”

She stays silent for a moment. “I thought you’d go get a haircut.”

“Don’t you need an appointment for that?”

“Leslie doesn’t get many customers these days, you’ll be fine.”

“Haven’t I had enough of altering my body this week?”

“I want to go outside you wet rat!”

Roland wheezes at the randomness of that insult. “What did you just call me?”

“A wet rat! Now go get dressed, and tell Mom we’re going out this time!”

Lilian waits outside on the doorsteps as Roland comes out the door, his hair still in a ponytail. As they walk out of the yard they’re greeted by Otto and Martha, who are out gardening.

“Hi dear, oh, what happened to your arms and legs?” Martha asks.

“Nothing, It’s just tattoo wraps.”

“Oh, are you doing the same thing that the other Recalls are doing?”

“Uh-huh!”

“Oh that’s lovely, are you taking your sister on a walk?” Martha peeks behind Roland to take a look at Lilian who clings to him.

“Apparently I’m getting a haircut,” Roland jerks the arm that Lilian holds onto, “I got called a rat.”

Otto and Martha share a chuckle, “Well, I hope you look less like a rat by the time your hair gets trimmed.” Otto jokes.

Roland and Lilian walk further down the street into the city.

“Do you know them?” Lilian asks.

“I had lunch with them last week, nice people.”

“I’ve never met them.”

“You should.”

Roland and Lilian walk down the street of the suburbs, every once in a while there’s a big tree overflowing onto the sidewalk, shading the path in which they walk. Sometimes there’s a swing hanging down from them. Roland has never noticed it, but it seems like the city has become more youth-friendly recently. Though, somehow there’s more anti-homeless architecture, and Roland is not necessarily sure if it’s meant to be anti-homeless, or anti-teenager. There’s a big puddle up ahead from the rainstorm last night, one of the many blessings in an Indiana summer, unfortunately, it’s not a blessing for the light-sleeping Roland.

When they get close enough to the puddle Roland hops over it, but Lilian jumps into it, splashing Roland in the process, wetting his socks.

“I thought you didn’t want me to be a wet rat.”

“I don’t, stop letting me make you a wet rat.”

Roland starts running down the street, hopping from side to side, avoiding the puddles while Lilian chases after him stomping through all the puddles. She eventually catches up to Roland despite her coordination, hugging onto his back.

“I guess you’re the wet rat now.” He laughs.

“No, I’m a mouse, a pretty one,”

“Of course,” Roland chuckles. “The prettiest one of them all.”

On the course to the hairdresser Roland feels Lilian leave his side, he turns around to see her eyeing dresses in the window of a tailoring service. She pats her shorts as if almost imagining it on herself, she then snaps back around catching up to him as he continues down the street, watching her.

Entering the salon the same bell rings as the door opens, before Roland can even look at Leslie's old desk, she’s already up in his face.

“Roland! I was wondering when I’d see you again!” She exclaims.

“Hi Leslie!” Roland responds.

“Come to get a haircut? It looks like you need one.”

Roland looks at his sister. “Lilian would agree with you.” Lilian nudges him in the arm.

“Well don’t waste any time, come sit down!” She gestures to her chair. Roland sits down in it, and she places a cape around him.

“So, do you still want that beach blowout?”

“I think I want something else.”

“No worries! Let me get you a magazine.” Leslie hands off a haircut magazine to Roland. “Boys these days like getting mullets, but honestly they look awful, at least the ones that they get.”

“I think it’s self-expression, ‘cause there’s no way they’re getting a girl with that cut.” Another hairdresser adds it sends a slew of giggles throughout the salon.

Roland points to a certain hairstyle in the magazine, “How about that one?” Leslie looks back at Roland, inspecting the hairstyle he points at.

“Huh, a short mullet.”

“Oh,” Roland looks to the ground. “I’m upsetting you aren’t I?”

“No, no, something like this could actually work for you. I think I’ll take it down a little at the back, and add a tinsy bit of length at the bottom.”

Leslie takes electric clippers to Roland’s hair, getting it down to a pixie cut. “I believe this belongs to you.” She hands Lilian back her elastic. Leslie escorts Roland over to one of the wash basins, surprisingly this freaks Roland out more than his experience at the tattoo parlour, because his head faces the ceiling and Leslie isn’t even telling him her next move.

“Oh April where did you get that top? It’s beautiful!” Leslie asks, looking in front of her.

“Thank you! I got it from a local artist! She gives half the profits back to the Rewind Ward near us.” April explains.

“Isn’t that the one who lost all three of her high school sweethearts to unwinding?”

“Yeah, see, so she dated the first one, then he broke up with her, then she got with the second one and he got unwound, then she got with the third one, then the first one got unwound, then a day before they were supposed to graduate the third got unwound.”

“Well, at least she only experienced heartbreak twice instead of three times.”

“The last one’s name was Zane right?”

“Yeah, Zane.”

It’s as if all the colour drained from Roland’s face, they’re talking about Valerie, he’s the first boyfriend in the unwound trio. Him, the guy he can’t even remember the name of, and Zane. One of the things that kept Roland sane at the beginning of his recall was that the two women he had hurt had good men to keep them company, Valerie had Zane and Risa had Connor. But Valerie didn’t have Zane, instead, he was unwound, he could’ve had so much, a loving girlfriend, and his place back on the varsity team, but instead he succumbed to the same fate as him. Roland can only hope that somewhere out there, Zane is kicking AWOL.

Leslie taps Roland on the shoulder, waking him from his daze.

“Are you okay hun? Sorry about them, I told ‘em to stop talking about it.”

“Yeah, no, it’s fine.”

Leslie escorts Roland back to her chair. “I used to remember when I had to use the little high chair for you, now I almost have to send the chair to its lowest setting.” She reminisces. She pulls out a size 2 razor and clips it onto the clippers, he folds over Roland's hair and starts going at the sides.

“Leslie, do you think I look like a yin yang?” Roland questions.

Leslie furrows her eyebrows, “That's a weird question to ask.”

“I don’t know, my tattoo artist thought I was one.”

Leslie sighs. “You see, hair is one of the many ways someone can express themselves. Here, you can get so many people from different walks of life with all the different sexualities. Sometimes the feeling you’ve got about someone is right, and sometimes it’s completely wrong, so I just chose not to assume anything.”

“But if you had to.”

“I wouldn’t.”

“But-”

“Assuming makes an ass out of u and me. Besides, if you really wanted to know why wouldn’t you just look up yin porn.”

“Leslie! Lilian is right there!” Roland points to Lilian, she rolls her eyes for the third time today. “I know what porn is Roland.”

“I feel like you shouldn’t.”

There’s another ring at the door, a muscular ochre guy around Roland’s age enters the building, he’s got his hair half shaved off with thick dreads on the other side, and he’s got piercing green eyes that cut right into Roland’s possibly no longer existent soul. He walks over to Leslie’s chair, inspecting himself in the mirror, he then turns to Roland, who’s currently getting the main part of his mullet done.

“Seriously, another guy who wants a mullet?”

“Yes, but he’s letting me make it look good.” Leslie puts her hand into Roland’s view, gesturing to the guy in front of him. “Roland, this is my son, Dante. You two used to have playdates all the time when you were little.”

“We did?!” Dante seems just as befuddled as Roland is about this new revelation.

“Yes, we stopped bringing you around when his mom remarried… no offence.”

“None taken, that was a good choice honestly.”

Out of nowhere, Roland feels an arm wrap around his neck and the side of his face is pressed against the side of Dante’s. It practically flusters Roland and he thinks that Dante has just answered his question about him being yin yang. “Hm, yeah you do look familiar, we’ve got pictures together in your scrapbook don’t we Mom?”

“Dante! Get off him, I’m trying to cut his hair!”

“Right, right, sorry…” He backs off.

Leslie finishes cutting Roland’s hair, in the end, she’s right, taking a little off the back and adding a little on the bottom does make for a nice mullet. Roland pays with some of the money from the envelope and he and Lilian start heading home.

“So, should I leave you alone for the rest of the afternoon?” Lilian asks.

“Ew, no, gross, I’m not doing that, and you already knew I wouldn’t!”

“Yeah, yeah, I just wanted to see your reaction.”

Roland finds Lilian leaving his side again, he looks back to her staring at the same dress as before.

“You really like that dress don’t you?”

“Well, not that exactly, it looks a little tacky,” She sighs. “I just want a big pretty dress, y’know?”

Roland blinks at her, “I don’t, I’m a guy.” Lilian scowls.

“Tell you what, for your eighteenth birthday I’ll try to convince Mom to get you a pretty dress.”

Lilian gasps, “Really!”

“I said I’ll try, that’s not a promise.”

“Thank you!!!”

#unwind #unwind dystology #unwind fanfic #unwind series #sequel fic #roland taggart #unwind oc

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cjstockton · 8 months

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Part Two: The First Stop

The motel was small, and hot, and everything had a thin veneer of grime.

I counted out worn dollar bills while Jakob mooched around by the door, hoping for a breeze and trying not to touch anything. A fan droned balefully in the corner of the office, blowing hot air around the room.

I tried to smile. Well, I showed my teeth and raised my eyebrows, which was close enough.

The girl behind the counter was bored. She was bored with me, bored with Jakob, bored with the gum she kept snapping and her long blonde ponytail and the ancient computer she typed our information into. I stood there sweating. Jakob coughed.

‘One night.’ It wasn’t a question. The girl didn’t even look up at me. The desk mattered more to her than I did.

‘Yeah, you said. One night, two beds.’ I stopped trying to smile. The effort was wasted on her anyway - her eyes never looked away from the screen.

‘Thanks.’ She handed me the keys. ‘Hope you and your son enjoy your stay.’ Her tone never changed. Her eyes never left the screen. She might as well have been reading a menu aloud.

Behind me, Jakob started making loud, fake vomiting noises. The girl finally cast a glance at me, unimpressed. I tried the smiling thing again.

‘He’s not my son. He’s my brother.’

Jakob stood at the threshold of the hotel room, leaning against the doorframe.

Last time I’d seen him, he’d been all soft baby fat and toothless smiles. In the intervening years he’d grown thin, scrawny limbs and sharp cheekbones and jagged edges I couldn’t seem to piece together. Looking at him was like looking at a stranger.

At that moment he was giving me a frown that could have bent spoons.

‘The room smells.’

‘It smells like a hotel room.’

‘It smells like crap.’

‘It smells like a crappy hotel room.’

‘You know I’m right!’

‘I didn’t say you were wrong.’

‘Why can’t we stay somewhere that doesn’t smell like ass?’

‘It doesn’t smell like ass. It smells like mold. Don’t say ass.’

I was lying facedown on the bed, my voice muffled. I’d dropped my duffel on the floor and sprawled out on the scratchy stained bedspread. The flower motif was garish, the purple a hideous contrast to the off-yellow walls. Just looking around made me feel dizzy.

‘You shouldn’t put your face on that. It’s probably covered in gross stuff. People do awful things in hotel rooms. There are probably fluids on there.’

‘Yeah, probably.’ I didn’t move.

‘Have you ever seen one of those shows where they do the blacklight in the hotel room?’ He edged in, closing the door behind him. I felt the bed move as he sat down gingerly.

I didn’t answer.

‘Frank.’

I grunted noncommittally. A long finger poked me in the side.

‘Frank!’

‘I’m here.’ I closed my eyes, enjoying the relative coolness of the bedspread against my cheek.

‘We could stay somewhere nicer.’

I didn’t respond. Technically he wasn’t wrong. But the money situation was too complicated to explain to a hormonally stressed-out teenager.

‘I’m not asking for a jacuzzi. Clean sheets would be cool.’

‘We’re on a budget. We’ll only be on the road for a few days.’

‘I’m going to sleep with my shoes on.’

‘Tough it out.’

‘You’re such a jerk.’

I hummed in agreement. I could feel the weight of Jakob’s gaze on my back.

‘You need a hobby other than glaring at me.’

‘Are we going to talk about it?’

‘Maybe chess? Do you like chess? Can you play chess?’

‘Stop it.’

‘Do kids still like baseball?’

‘I’m serious.’

I rolled onto my back, closing my eyes. My tank top was sticking to my skin, and the rough bedspread was starting to feel uncomfortable against my back. I needed a hot shower and something cold to drink.

‘What do you want, man?’ I was too tired for his histrionics.

‘I want to talk about it.’

‘No.’ Jakob gaped, a word I had never had reason to use before.

‘Seriously?’

‘Yes.’

‘You haven’t said anything about it. Not one thing. I want to talk.’

‘There’s nothing to talk about. You know that. Go watch TV’

‘I cannot believe you’re doing this!’

‘I’ll give you money for the soda machine if you stop shouting.’

‘We don’t even know what happened! We don’t even know who those guys were!’

‘Sure we do. They told us.’

‘You know it’s not true.’

I sat up, a chill running down my back despite the sweltering heat.

‘Crank up the AC, would you? It’s hotter than my car in here.’

Jakob didn’t move. His face was creased in frustration, and he looked like a little old man.

‘You haven’t said anything. Not one thing. You just listened and nodded and didn’t say anything.’

‘What did you want me to say?’

‘Something! Anything!’

‘Oh, that’s clear. Thanks for elaborating. Very helpful.’

‘Stop it!’ He jumped off the bed. His voice had gone high and tight, like our brother Aaron’s would when he was about to throw a tantrum. ‘You keep doing that! Pretending like nothing happened, when it did!’

‘There was an accident,’ I said automatically. I was getting better at it. Jakob was certainly giving me enough practice.

‘It wasn’t an accident!’ Jakob crouched down so his face was level with mine. ‘And you know that and you’re OK with that! You’re OK that Mom and Dad-’

‘Stop it.’ I sat up, pushing myself off the bed. ‘Right now. Shut up. We made a deal.’

‘I didn’t make one.’ He was sulking, and I knew it, but I still rose to the bait.

‘Well I did, and I’m in charge of you.’

‘That’s not fair!’

‘Stop acting like an infant!’

‘I hate you!’

I stood up and stalked to the bathroom.

‘Great. Glad to hear it. I’m taking a shower. Then we’ll go find some food. OK?’

Jakob looked at the discolored carpet. His sneakers were ripped to shit.

‘Jake.’ He glanced in my direction.

‘Fine.’

I lingered for a moment at the bathroom door. Jakob had turned on the TV and was flipping mindlessly through the channels.

‘Don’t go anywhere.’

He looked at me as if I had said something exceedingly stupid.

‘Where would I go?’

I closed the door behind me. I leaned against it, listening to the muffled voices from the next room.

I made sure the door was locked. The window was too small for anything to climb through. I made sure it was locked too. Then I sank to the floor, my back pressed to the wall.

If you ever need to scream, but don’t want anyone to hear about it, I’d suggest a bath towel instead of a pillow. Trust me, it’s much more effective at muffling the sounds.

#untitled novel #original fiction #horror

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aromanticbuck · 2 years

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Please tell me about mouse and the first verse of over it if you're still up?

[ song: Over It by Arrows In Action ] [ verse 2 - October 2011 ] [ bridge - November 2011 ]

Good morning, Shae!

I did see this before I went to bed, but I was so tired and it was almost midnight so I just curled up and went to bed. But now I'm up way earlier than I need to be for my appointment so you're getting a response at 6am (my sleep schedule is an absolute mess).

It's under a read more because really I'm just going lyric by lyric through the entire first verse and being sad about my backstory headcanons for Mouse. Maybe the entire song. There's a lot going on with my emotions because of this song right now. I'm sorry that my Mouse backstory is Like This.

Warnings: Mouse's mommy issues, references to homophobia, mention of past suicide attempt, mention of drug use/addiction

So, my backstory for Mouse involved giving him a lot of mommy issues, from Thelma's narcissism to being kicked out and everything in between. And the way these lyrics fit into that backstory are so specific to a three month "era" in Mouse's life? This went on my November 2011 playlist before it went on my general Mouse playlist, like it's gonna be sad hours up in here.

The first verse feels like... ~September 2011? It's right after he's been kicked out of his parents' place, but they're still inviting him to Sunday brunches when they go out, and they're still Thelma and Gregory™ so they're trying to have a little control over his life even after outright saying they don't want him to be a part of theirs. So the energy in the first verse is maybe he missed a weekend brunch because he had to work (since he doesn't have access to family money anymore and has rent to pay all of a sudden), and he still gets that kind of controlling energy, especially from his mom.

Hey, mom, I'm doing just fine No, I haven't called in a long, long time

And Mouse is never the one who calls them, because he doesn't have to be, because they will always call the second they decide it's been too long. And it's always been too long because he doesn't live under their roof anymore, so they don't have constant access to him and what he's doing (which would make more sense if he wasn't, you know, 26 years old). And Mouse knows this. He knows he's going to get the semi-regular calls no matter what he does, so he doesn't put in the effort to reach out to them because there's no reason for it. They're still gonna call him regardless of what he does.

But no news is good news, I swear

This lyric, in this context, is foreshadowing.

If the first verse is September 2011, and part of this period where his parents reach out to him, never the other way around. And, for the most part, that's fine. Mouse doesn't like talking to them anyway, but at least this way he can say he's putting it off as long as he possibly can. Because the first and only time it's the other way around, and someone calls them instead of them being the ones to call him, is two months later. It's in November, the night of his overdose, when jay calls them from the emergency room.

So no news, in this case, Mouse having no reason to reach out to them for anything, is good news in the sense that it means he's alive and physically healthy, even if he feels like shit emotionally.

I got a few new interests, Met another girl on the internet Can you tell that I'm full of shit from there?

This is how every phone call with his parents goes. Mouse doesn't mention his minimum wage job, or his crappy apartment, or any of the things wrong with his life, because they simply don't care. What they do care about is the family reputation, and what it would look like if their drug addict son (which they were already covering up for him) was gay on top of that.

So Mouse can spend every phone call downplaying the awful things he has to go through on a daily basis because of their judgement and misplaced fear, and say the kind of things that they want to hear. He can say he's found new things to occupy his time besides the drugs (he hasn't), and he can say he met a girl (he hasn't done this either), and he can say that life is fine even with all the changes he's adapting to (it's not), and in the back of his mind he's wondering if they can even tell he's lying, or if they would even care if they could.

Hate to hang up, but I'm late For getting punched right in my face By a world that wants to break me down

And he definitely doesn't hate to hang up whenever he finds a good excuse to get out of the rest of the conversation. Because what is he supposed to do? Keep lying and saying everything is fine when he's dying inside? When he misses his parents and wants to go home and not constantly wonder if he's gonna have money for food after paying rent? When half the reason he has a roof of his own and isn't living on the streets after what they did is because Jay probably helped him out?

And it absolutely feels like the world is out to get him after everything. He had the support of his parents and their money for so long, and that got ripped away so suddenly that he's scrambling just to stay alive. All the things that he got used to having there to lean on are just gone, and he's facing the world and the realities of it at full force.

And the chorus captures that energy perfectly:

Got my rent to pay, but I'm broke All my shoes are down to the soles Yeah, my bed is still on the floor And I'm so over it, over it Everybody's falling in love While I'm stumbling home, still drunk Twenty-something, down on my luck And I'm so over it, over it

Honestly, if the first verse is September, the second verse is October and the bridge is November and I could write more essays for those. This song is just the perfect vibe for the things I'm sad about constantly.

#answered #shae tag #lovelymysticmoon #alex says things #mouse gerwitz #greg gerwitz #greg mouse gerwitz #cpd #chicago pd #one chicago #mouse backstory*#november 2011*#alex is a menace about aia always

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needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves · 2 years

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Camilo would definitely go all out for dulce on Valentine's day

You are absolutely right, and because I know a lot of you guys like Camilo, lets have some of the heartthrob in the house tonight ;)

(Aka Camilo is just really good at spreading love ❤️)

He got up early that morning. Real early. To the point where he went to bed earlier the night before, to make up for the lack of sleep (at least six hours, he was terrified of getting bags under his eyes, especially today of all days). He did all of his chores, the dishes that needed to be done, floor that needed to be swept, before making coffee cake. That's right, HE was making coffee cake. Why? Because he wanted to show his awesome girlfriend that he was paying attention to her baking lessons, and totally not in it for stealing snacks and kisses.

"Woah. You're up early."

Camilo glanced to his dad, who seemed surprised that he was up before even Mirabel. He nodded as he passed him his cup, pouring him a cup of coffee, much to his surprise.

"Yep, I want today to go PERFECT. So it's why I swept, mopped, did the dishes, and I'm making breakfast, which should be done...now."

His dad gawked at him as he brought out all three trays of coffee cake. Two were large, and one was small, just for her and her alone.

"You've been baking and cleaning? Who are you and what have you done with my son?"

"Your son is currently trying to make today THE day for his girlfriend. I mean, this is the first time where I'm excited FOR this holiday!"

Félix chuckled as he gave his son a little noogie.

"Ah, you disciplined yourself for a WOMAN! I see! Castillo's are like that, wild and untamed, until they find JUST that perfect woman to tie them down and make their asses listen. Ay, I'm proud of you, mijo, c'mere, hug."

Camilo shivered as his dad pulled him into a side hug.

"Dad, I love you, but can we not do this when you aren't wearing a shirt?"

"Hey, I used to rub my dad's feet, be happy I don't make you do that."

He let go of Camilo, thankfully, just in time for him to see his mother coming down the stairs. The second their eyes met, rainbows infested the sky above them in an absolute frenzy.

"Mami! Good morning! I made coffee and breakfast!"

"Aw, mi little hombre! How sweet!"

She gave him his usual million and one kisses, before looking over at the breakfast, clearly surprised.

"Ay, look at all of this! It smells so nice too, I thought Julieta was baking!"

Camilo held the small tray smugly, honestly digging the praise.

"I did pretty good, thanks to Dulce. And don't worry, you got chocolate cookies chilling in the fridge- and you found them already."

Both him and his dad chuckled at Pepa already helping herself. His mom was an absolute chocolate fiend.

"Let me pour you some coffee for that, Pepi. So, what's on the agenda for you, loverboy?"

"First, stopping by her place to deliver her this absolutely perfect breakfast to show her I listen to her interest. I've been saving up my babysitting money so she can go out shopping during her break this afternoon, and when she's done for the day, imma swoop in to take her to a surprise picnic date, just in time for sunset."

Camilo had to cover the hot treat in his hands with his ruana, since his mom suddenly started to cry, causing it to pour over them.

"My baby is so SWEET to his little girlfriend! No puedo!"

Félix put his cup on the counter (as it was just water now) as he held his wife, lightly patting her back.

"Sounds like you have everything covered. Go do your thing, let us know if you need anything."

"Thanks, bye!"

He gave his mom a quick smooch before walking out of the Casita, before he walked into town, waving people hi, passing out random valentine's cards (he handed them out because he loved spreading love, but he kept them fairly generic for the most part), before stopping at her bakery. He opened the door with his shoulder, and walked up to the counter, ringing the bell. And there she was, the reason why his heart pumped, the person that made his heart flood with miraposas. She smiled as soon as she saw him, wiping powdered sugar off of her apron.

"Little early for you to steal some goodies, I'm JUST putting everything in the display case."

"I'm actually here to give YOU a little something, Mi pequeño conejito~"

He put the tray on the counter, and he watched as her face softened for him upon seeing it.

"You? Made this, for me?"

"Uh huh. I used your recipe and everything. I want my girlfriend to know I pay attention to her. Very close attention ~"

He let his elbows rest on the counter, in order to lean into her, till their foreheads pressed together. She had such pretty, mischievous eyes.

"I thought you hated Valentines day."

"Not when it means I get to make it about you."

She leaned in for a kiss, and he accepted it. Then the next one. Then the next one. And the few after that. Honestly, she had to push him away by his nose to get him to stop, and her cheeks were just on FIRE.

"Quit it, I'm supposed to be at work!"

"What, your mom in the back?"

"Oh no, she isn't feeling well today. By which I mean she spends Valentine's day in bed because she can't stand it."

"Sooo the flowers I got her would be a no go?"

She played with one of his many curls, and if he was a cat, he'd be purring over it.

"I wouldn't try it. Just give it to some other poor soul you conned into liking you."

"Could give it to Cecilia."

She looked so cute when she smiled like that.

"The kid you babysit? She's gonna go nuts, she has a huge crush on you."

"Tell me about it, she's already doodling our wedding plans. Dunno where I'm gonna get 'a dozen flute playing unicorns', but it's her day."

He tried not to pout when Dulce pushed herself back a bit, even if it was because she had to give someone their cake order.

"Well regardless, be nice to her, first crushes are hard."

"Hey I'm nice! Would a mean boyfriend give you this?"

He pulled an envelope out of his many pockets, before giving it to her. She looked into it, and gave him that classic 'you shouldn't have' look. You know the one. Where she cocks her head to the side a bit, where she tries not to smile, and she has to lean against something because she's so touched but just doesn't wanna admit it. That look. The look that just killed him.

"You shouldn't have. Really, this is too much."

"No no, seriously. Take it. When you go on your break, get some shopping done. Buy whatever that pretty heart wants. And when you close the place up tonight, imma have a big surprise for you!"

He started to walk a bit towards the door as people started to come in, most likely to get their baked goods to woo their own partners. She gave him a bit of a wave, and with that, he was out of there. He sighed, before pulling out the bouquet of flowers, and heading right to Cecilia's house. He knocked on the door, and was immediately greeted by her father, who was always pleased to see him.

"Camilo! Can I help you?"

"Yeah, I got a little something special for Cecilia. She home?"

"Course- mija! Camilo is here for you!"

Cecilia looked up from her spot on the couch, and immediately gasped, before running up to him, jumping on the balls of her feet.

"Cami! Are those for me?!"

"Yeah! I mean it is Valentine's day, thought I'd spread some love. Here!"

He put the flowers in her hands, and watched her squeal excitedly, before running into the kitchen to show her mom. Camilo chuckled, waving off her father before leaving. Valentine's day wasn't so bad, all thing's considered. He made his way back to the Casita, and headed right for the backyard. Abuela, Isabela, Dolores, and Mirabel were standing there, just like they agreed.

"Okay, glad you're all here, I need this place to look just PERFECT."

Each one of them had a reason for wanting to help. Dolores, because she was his big sister, Mirabel because she loved helping, Abuela wanted any chance to pair up her grandkids with someone, and well. He bribed Isa a few pesos to be here honestly. Isa cleared her throat.

"Language."

"What? Oh right right. Needs to look 'bussin'. Better?"

"Much. Now, we doing classic valentine's day?"

Dolores shook her head, a slight scowl on her face.

"It's what I'D like, so absolutely not. I like the exact opposite style as Dulce."

"EXACTLY-see, sis gets it. The vibe I want is 'valentine's day, but realistic'."

"I immediately know what you mean."

Abuela looked confused as Isa and Dolores went off one way, leaving her with Mirabel.

"I do not understand?"

"I'll show you Abuela, come on!"

Camilo was about to help them, when Agustín poked his head into the situation.

"Camilo? Osvaldo is outside for you."

Camilo rolled his eyes as he met him in the front. Osvaldo has a cart LOADED with stuff, and Camilo groaned. Right. Gifts from admirers that he just didn't give two shits about. Osvaldo grinned as he got off his donkey.

"Swear your gifts keep getting bigger and bigger kid! Where should I put all of this?"

He was about to tell Osvaldo to burn that shit for all he cared, when he noticed Luisa in the distance, doing her usual chores. He kept his voice low, in case she could hear him somehow.

"Listen, this stuff isn't labeled, right?"

"No, that'd be way too much work, honestly."

"Good-give it to Luisa, tell her it's all for her. Really play it up. Oh minus these pretzels, I will be taking THAT."

Camilo swiped the bag before motioning for him to go on. Camilo hid in the doorway, watching Luisa's face just LIGHT UP upon receiving her truckload of gifts. Sure, people admired her plenty, but Isa and Camilo were kinda the one's people really tended to fall for. But since only one person mattered to him, it didn't make sense to hog it all for himself. Call him cupid, I guess. He headed for the kitchen to check on Julieta, who offered to help him pack their picnic.

"Camilo, there you are- could you help me? I'm trying to read the recipe you gave me, but I can't read it."

Camilo looked at the paper he had given her. He loved Dulce, but her 'ideal picnic food' list was absolute chicken scratch. Sure, she could decorate a cake, but god forbid she writes something you can actually read. He scratched his head in thought, when he just shred the paper entirely.

"Screw it, we're winging this. I'll help."

Camilo went to the sink to wash his hands really quick, and making sure his hair was tied up, immediately looked into the fridge.

"We'll keep it simple, two, three things at the most. We got onions, we can do french onion flat bread, maybe? I think we got time to make that-"

He paused the second he felt her hand on his shoulder. She had such a soft, caring look on her face, as if this was for her.

"You like her, don't you?"

He chuckled as he patted her hand gently, nodding.

"I do. She's...great. She makes me happy every time I see her, and I think about her a lot. She flusters ME, and I'm not used to it. I like it. I want her to know she's more than just a girl, you know? Er, why are you crying?"

Julieta sniffed as she whiped a tear from her cheek with the back of her free hand.

"You just. Remind me of when Pepa told me she loved Félix. You had the exact same face as she did, and it brought back so many memories. You are your mother's son, through and through. Ay, you kids grow up so fast, it's not fair."

She had to take a second to breathe, and after taking a second to fan her face, she nodded, letting him know she was okay. Julieta was far more composed than his mother, and she was never upset for very long. Camilo chuckled, nudging her with his shoulder.

"Hey, we're supposed to be happy, tìa! None of that mushy stuff on me! Come on, let's get cooking!"

And cooked they did. French onion flatbread, carrot cake, and even sandwiches with blueberry jam and grilled chicken (seriously, underrated food combo, his girlfriend was a genius for coming up with it). The whole time they cooked, he danced with his tìa, laughed with her, and just. Enjoyed himself. He helped her clean up, and brought the fully loaded basket to the backyard, whistling loudly at the decorations. Strung up lights against the giant jacaranda tree, a big, red table cloth for the table, and flowers. So many flowers decorated the place, all of them white, brown, deep red, none of them quite like the other.

"Woah. You guys out did yourselves here."

Abuela dusted her hands, looking over at the work they had all just finished doing with a sense of uncertainty, and pride.

"The youth today have such odd tastes. Not traditional at all. But as long as she likes it."

"I do."

He turned to look at the voice, and there she was. A black and white summer dress, and her white dreads finally down for once, giving her a relaxed appearance. He suddenly felt pretty under dressed, what with how good she looked.

"Dulce! I was about to go get you!"

"You've been running around all day, figured I'd save you the effort. Especially since you did all of this for me. I knew you were gonna do too much."

He felt a bit bashful, rubbing the back of his head as he slumped a bit.

"Is it uh. That obvious?"

"Definitely. But it's sweet."

Abuela grinned at Camilo, before carefully ushering the girls out of the scene.

"Come come, give them some privacy!"

Dulce chuckled, her smile only growing more when Isa made an explosion of sunflowers pop over her head. So many flowers, she had to push it a bit out of her face to see him.

"Your whole Family is too much. Surprised there aren't foreworks."

"No, but we got fireflies!"

They both glanced at Antonio as he flooded the area with fireflies. Camilo and Dulce gave him a thumbs up, because that was cute and sweet of his little brother, before Abuela ushered him back inside. His family put so much into this, it was time for him to put in his own work. He gestured towards the table dramatically, clearly amusing her, given how she was trying not to laugh.

"I do believe the lady has a seat waiting for her?"

"Well, aren't we a gentleman tonight?"

She gave a mock curtsy, before helping herself to the table. He sat down next to her, putting the basket down and starting to empty it. He got distracted halfway through though, looking at her. She was just. Something else.

"You...look really great. Beautiful, honestly."

"Well thank you. Not everyone gets to shapeshift and get looks like this in two seconds."

"I don't even think shapeshifting into you could do it justice."

He did just that, looking down at himself. He wasn't a pervert, but honestly, not bad boobs here. She snorted, giving him a good shove on his shoulder.

"Stop doing that! You know I think it's freaky!"

"Oh I'm sorry, would THIS suit your fancy?"

He turned into Mariano, keeping his chest puffed out like the douche the guy was. She gave him a look, strumming her fingers up his chest, before poking his nose.

"Nah. I like Camilo a lot more. He's cute."

He turned back into himself as he served her a plate of all the stuff him and his tía made.

"I'm glad, because as much as I dislike the guy, he's not bad to look at. And I know it'd be easy to just be like 'hey why don't I date the handsome guy too?'. And I know it'd probably make you smile, but-"

He was cut off when she leaned into him, putting her head right under his chin. She was SO warm and soft, and she smelled like cinnamon and spice and everything nice.

"You make me smile, just by being you. You and your weird ass family are great, but you try so hard. I don't NEED all of this fanfare to like you. But I think it's nice of you, trying to make me feel special to you. So gracias, mi hermoso camaleon~"

She craned her head up just a bit, and kissed at his neck. Something about that spot, or something about soft her lips were, just took him so much by surprise, he accidentally turned into his mom.

"Oops."

She pulled away from him, and started to snicker.

"W-wait, you turn into your mom when you get shy? Oh my god! That's so cute!"

Camilo turned back, and he knew his cheeks were red as hell, but that he could NOT fix.

"I do not! I just. Accidentally turn into people sometimes! You can't prove anything!"

They were blinding by a flash of light for a brief moment, turning to see the culprit. Pepa, with the camera. She was giving her boy a double thumbs up, before being ushered back inside by Félix.

"Well NOW I can. I'm getting a copy of that picture."

"Dios ayúdame..."

#not transformers #encanto #asks #i had too many ideas i had to write them all down #point is #Camilo finally had a reason to like this holiday #and yes i headcanon that certain emotions accidentally makes him shift into different people #it gets awkward at times when you kiss your bf and he accidentally turns into his mom

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lostonehero · 7 months

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Another livestream

Corpse Micheal fun time

The hospital wing was covered in various decorations for all different holidays and celebrations. A little boy was hobbling around on one leg, giggling and waving. "Hi, I'm Lucas."

A little girl waves at the man holding the camera, as a male nurse picks her up. "Wait, mister Jeremy, I wanna be in the video."

"Vicky, the livestream hasn't started yet, and you're on bedrest. Micheal will come by alright." Jeremy smiles. "You don't want to pop those new stitches."

"Ugh, fine." Vicky huffs.

Micheal chuckles watching the interaction. "I'm surprised you never had kids."

"Well, I'm not, legally can't adopt, and never found a woman I liked enough." Jeremy puts her in her hospital bed. "Ain't that right, Vicky? I'll make a bad dad."

"Can you be my dad?" Vicky looks up at Jeremy. "I like your scar, and you're nice."

"You already have a dad." Jeremy chuckles.

"I can have two dads." Vicky puffs out her cheeks.

Micheal snickers. "Hospital dad."

Jeremy sighs. "Don't encourage them, Micheal. Besides, where's your uncle?"

"He's already inside. For a man in his 70s, he's quite good at getting past you." Micheal grins under his mask. "He's setting up the equipment because he insisted he wanted to help, and I can't exactly stop him. Oh, right. Aunt Jen and her son are coming by as well."

......

The camera switched on, and the sound of children giggles are heard. "Alright, everyone, quiet the stream has started." The kids only giggle louder as Micheal smiles. "Ok, well, I did promise I would do another charity stream, and include the hospital the money is going to. However, all the kids here are in treatment, and their parents allowed them to join the stream before anyone throws a hissyfit. Jeremy is on shift, so you'll see him come in and out helping the kids and joining every so often."

Micheal shifts and takes off his mask to a lot of oos and aws from the children. "Now I'm not alone here besides the kids." The kids wave as the camera pans. "My Aunt Jen is here, which I know you guys have been asking for." The camera pans to an old woman with a cane that Henry was working on before. She looks as if she could pass for 50. She has a pixie cut and a soft frown on her lips.

Jen waves her accent this thick as she doesn't hide it. "Can't say it's the worst thing I've been in, and the kids are nice."

"Ma, be nice." A raven haired man with white streaks in his hair leans over to speak to her. His voice is also accented and deep.

"The raven haired man is her son Gareth. I hope you'll enjoy the section he's in because I won't." Micheal sighs. "Next, my uncle is also here." The camera pans to Henry, who was finishing a little toy train.

"Now besides them, the kids around me are allowed to ask questions whenever they like, and tell us if it's too much and they can go somewhere quiet. We won't force them to do anything they are uncomfortable with." Micheal hums. "So, with introductions out of the way, let's begin."

One of the kids immediately raise their hands

She was missing her legs and had a tooth gap. "Hey I have a question!"

Micheal chuckles softly. "Ok, what's your question."

"Not for you, corpse, man." The girl huffs and points to Jen. "Miss, did you lose your hair? Is that why it's so short?"

Jen smiles. "Ah little brat, I did not intend. I just prefer my hair short. Now I know your little friends here are different, but I don't mind having short hair."

"Could I have short hair too?" The girls gasps. "I didn't know girls were allowed to have short hair without being sick."

Jen chuckles and gets up, walking over to her. "Yeah, girls can have short hair. I suppose I do recall a time when Micheal over there had long hair."

The girl's eyes widen. "Nuh, uh." She reaches out and holds Jen's hand. "I'm Brit, Miss Jen."

"Hello Brit, and yes, boys can have long hair just as girls can have short hair. Now, how long are you stuck in this joint." Jen hums patting the girl's hand.

"I'm getting new legs, then I'm out of here." Brit giggles. "Nurse Jeremy makes the hospital fun, and you're really cool."

"Hey, no hogging I want to talk to her too!" A boy next to her bed huffs. His skin was sickly pale, and he had bloodshot eyes. "She's like, wonder woman, look at how strong she is."

Gareth can't help but smile.

"Alright, no fighting the lot of ya. I can answer any and all questions you brat." Jen smirks. "Now, what do you want to know?"

"Jen be nicer to the children." Henry sighs, putting the train down.

"Shut your mouth, Hen. I ain't gonna to coddle these kids. They ain't made of glass." Jen crosses her arms.

"You talk funny. I like that." A different boy speaks up.

The pale boy smiles softly. "I like you." He coughs a bit. "Where do you work?"

Micheal smiles, please, that his aunt has taken over.

Jen hums. "Well, I used to work on a farm, then a woman's shelter, and currently, I work in reception for my son. Don't give me that look, Gareth. I ain't retiring till I'm six feet under."

"Are you mister Henry's sister?" A little girl speaks up she had a tutu on and was maybe five hooked up to various machines and tubes.

"Of course I am, I'm older than him by two years. He was a little troublemaker when he was younger." Jen smiles as the little girl giggles.

Henry huffs. "I wasn't that bad."

"You were I can give examples." Jen smirks.

"Ooo, I wanna hear that." Jeremy chuckles, making himself known. "Anyway, sorry to interrupt. I'm here to take Miss Jess to her chemo treatment."

The little girl hooked up to machines huffs. "No fair. I wanna hear stories."

"How about I tell you stories about Micheal and I growing up?" Jeremy smiles as the little girl perks up.

"Promise?" She looks up.

Jeremy nods. "Come on, little one, I'll tell you a special one."

"Jeremy..." Micheal sighs.

Jen frowns slightly, watching Jess leave. She nearly forgot what wing they were in.

"Miss Jen?" A teenage boy speaks up probably one of the oldest kids here. He had a scowl on his lips and was missing an arm. "Are you some sort of carpet muncher?"

Gareth covers his face in shock.

Jen smirks and walks over to the teen. "Eh, I'm not one for labels, you little brat. Try to refrain from those questions. I don't want you making my son have an aneurysm." She chuckles. "I've been with all sorts of people, but I can say the same about Hen." She grins, watching her brother squirm. "Now, what's your actual question?"

The teen rolls his eyes. "What, you've got some tough girl act? You might fool these brats but not me."

Jen sighs. "You remind me of Hen growing up, but he was smart enough not to talk back to me. Just because you're stuck here doesn't give you a free pass to be a little bitch."

The teens' eyes widen, and he smirks. "You've git no bedside manner."

"Nah, too old to give a shit for that." Jen smirks, ruffling the kids' hair. "Anyone have an actual question besides this entitled brat."

The teen has a small smile on his lips.

.......

Gareth sits in front of Micheal. He had a pen and paper in his hands. "Are you sure you want this to be live streamed and with an audience?"

Micheal shrugs. "I mean, it's not as if I can travel to your actual office." He shifts and sighs. "Besides, I know for a fact, you've been itching for this. I probably need more than one session or whatever, but I might as well start now." He moves his gaze to Jeremy. "Do you have to be here?"

"First, I'm on my lunch hour. Second, you've needed therapy since you were 13. Also, I'm here for moral support." Jeremy grins and waves.

Micheal sighs. "Yeah, yeah. Anyway, let's just start."

"Well, where would you like to begin Mike?" Gareth hums, clicking his pen. "Now, this is only our first session, so we don't have to talk about anything that is too much."

Micheal crossed his arms. "I suppose I can start with my body. I'm not a fan of it, obviously. I don't like that I can barely feel anything, and the fact I'm more other materials than my actual flesh and bones. I'm stuck like this till who knows when, and I can't exactly destroy myself because then I might end up like the other kids stuck possessing something. I really don't want to be stuck in an animontric." He pauses, pulling his face mask down. "Sorry, Uncle Henry."

Henry chuckles. "Don't apologize to me, kid. I don't blame you."

Gareth hums, scribbling something down. "Would it make you feel better to put flesh color fabric to replace your purple rot?"

Micheal shifts and shakes his head. "I tried that. For some reason, the purple spreads to the new fabric or leather I use. I got tired of constantly trying to replace it, so I just use purple." He hums. "But I am able to use different color strings for stitching for some reason that doesn't count. I don't really have much, probably with replacing my skin it just freaks me out that I can feel things on the replaced skin."

Gareth hums and nods. "Fascinating. I know this is gruesome, but have you've tried stitching replacement organs to see if they would do the same as the flesh you replace. Now I'm saying it will do much of anything, but it could help with an empty feeling inside."

"I've never thought to try that." Micheal frowns, messing with his gloves. "I think I want to try that. I never thought to replace what was taken out. Jeremy, if you suggest I replace my privates with a crochet dick I'm going to strangle you."

"I was going to say dildo but whatever your idea is funnier." Jeremy snickers.

Micheal groans. "Forget I said anything." He actually seems relaxed for once. "Well, I mean, I do tend to keep things inside of my pocket for that reason. Maybe the fake organs would help me feel a bit more normal."

Gareth notices the shift in Micheal, thanks to Jeremy almost immediately, and he gives a small smile. "I would love an update after you do that. I will refrain from asking more serious questions due to the children around us." He smiles as a few kids try to cover their face. "However, I must ask before this session ends. When you do see your father again, what do you plan on doing?"

Jen stops Henry from saying anything. "Hush Hen."

Micheal mulls over the question. "I suppose I would want to ask why? But honestly, I've made my peace with most things. I'm more upset with my mother over my father. Mother always tried to poison me or put glass in my sandwiches. Father did do the bare minimum, but he actually kind of cared about me. Besides, Uncle Henry deserves the closure more than I do, well probably not closure but a conversation." He chuckles. "I want to hear him sputter and gasp seeing me like this. However, I do know the timeline of what happened, and it's my sister's death that started the whole thing. Therapy probably would have stopped Charlie's death, or I mean, if my father just talked to Uncle Henry, it could have solved a few things. Now I'm just theorizing what ifs."

Gareth nods. "Well, I'm glad you've overcome a lot, and I expect to continue this. I know you don't sleep, and I have your number. I will keep on contact with Jeremy to make sure you continue this."

"Now wait, I have a question for you. Why don't you help Uncle Henry?" Micheal crossed his arms.

"Because Uncle Henry is a master of avoiding any subject that will dig out any emotion. It's honestly like talking to a wall." Gareth turns to look at his uncle. "It also doesn't help that you continue to treat me like a child when I try to help."

"Boy, I was there when you were born, I have every right to baby you." Henry huffs. "Besides your my nephew, I wouldn't want to burden you with my feelings."

Gareth pinches his brow. "I am trained to help." He sighs.

Micheal snickers, putting his mask back on. "As I said before, if they both just talked."

Gareth groans and waves Micheal off. "That's enough for now. I need a drink."

"I can get you some coffee." Jeremy hums.

"That's not the drink I was referring to, but I'll accept that." Gareth sighs getting up.

......

One of the smaller girls sits in Henry's lap. "Mr. Uncle Henry, why was your daughter named Charlie? That's not a girl name."

Henry chuckles. "Charlie was her nickname. Her name was Charlotte, but she preferred Charlie."

"Oh..." the little girl pauses. "Can I meet her when I leave? Mommy and Daddy say I'm going to leave soon."

Henry frowns. "Don't say that you will get better."

Jeremy makes a face. "Mr. Emily, she's terminal."

"Yeah, what, Mr. Jeremy said. I wanna meet Charlie and tell her about you. I wanna tell her that's you're very nice and that you miss her."

Henry takes a breath. "You're allowed to visit her. I'm sure she wouldn't mind a new friend. Thank you for being kind."

The little girl yawns. "Thank you, you're very nice."

Jeremy takes her. "It's time for bed, little one. Did you like your gift?"

"I did, Mr. Uncle Emily is very nice." The little girl falls asleep.

Jeremy smiles. "Thank you for this, Mr. Emily, and don't worry, livestream people. She isn't in any pain, and her parents wanted her to enjoy today and the stream she likes Micheal a lot. Now, for something more happy than dying kids, more questions from the other kids."

Micheal pats his uncle's back. "It's ok. She doesn't know Charlie is stuck in the puppet."

Henry nods. "Is it bad that she's in my basement?"

"No, she's safe and can't hurt anyone by accident." Micheal smiles softly. "Alright, everyone, it's question time."

The kids cheer.

#scooped michael #five nights at freddy's #micheal afton #fnaf #henry emily #william afton

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hulijingemperor2 · 10 months

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Jing Manor 📍

Zixuan: *laying on the bed, covering his baby bump* Yaoyao, do you think Jimu would find out?

Yao: sooner or later.

Mo xuanyu: just say it's a gas build up.

Zixuan: I used that excuse already. Or maybe I'll try it again.

Xue yang: just say you're pregnant with twins.

Zixuan: I'm Shy!

Su she: then why did you come? Obviously she would catch you.

Zixuan: cuz Jimu and Song'er are in the city chatting with people. And I wanted to visit Yaoyao.

Mo xuanyu: it's time to tell Miss Meng, Xuan gege.

Zixuan: guess you're right, A-Yu.

Yao: I'll help you.

Meng Shi: *entering with Rusong and a few maids* help with what?

Yao and Zixuan: A-niang! You're back!

Meng Shi: yes darlings.

I bought some street food and other knickknacks for Song'er.

Yao: aw cute.

Xue yang: keep pampering this spoilt kid.

Meng Shi: because he's my grandson. Obviously I must get him everything he wants.

Song'er is still young.

Mo xuanyu: yangyang. We got to agree with Miss Meng. She's the final boss.

Su she: that's really adorable, Huanghou. We always love yo get him things.

Rusong: perfect way to spend your money.

Meng Shi: Xuan'er, why are you resting? Are you still gasy?

Zixuan: mhm.

And A-Yao ordered tea for me.

Xue yang: does he have to get three cups of tea.

Meng Shi: three cups?

Yao: Zishie is very thirsty.

Zixuan: I want to keep some for Yanli.

Yao: both. He wants to do both.

Mo xuanyu: it's called the husband's sacrifice.

Su she: you don't see Lan lips doing that.

Yao: Zish is an amazing husband!

Zixuan: Foxy is an amazing husband too.

Meng Shi: *laughing* oh my.

Yao'er, Xuan'er. Hiding things from your A-niang??

Yao and Zixuan: nooooo...........ooo.ooo.

Meng Shi: *glares*

Yao: A-niang, Zixuan is pregnant.

Zixuan: no, you are, Yaoyao.

Meng shi: are you both pregnant???

Xue: it's Jiggy!

Yao: yea it's me.

Mo xuanyu: congrats Yao gege..........wait?

Zixuan: sometimes Foxy forgets that he's pregnant.

Yao: um.....oops.

Meng Shi: WHAT?!! Which one of team dimple did this?

Xue yang is it you?!

Xue yang: meee?!!! well I admit that Jiggy is hot. But no! I didn't papapa Jiggybun, even though I want to. Jiggy will get us pregnant, with that hot cultivation energy he has.

Ask Su Minshan, he looks sus. He even puts the Su in sus.

Su she: dont blame me, Xue yang! *blush* I wouldn't do papapa with Huangdi without his consent. Have respect for our Huangdi.

Meng Shi: Minshan is too innocent. And mo xuanyu is too shy. Obviously it's you.

Mo xuanyu: Huanghou, what about Lan lips? I think he did it. Xichen is just horny all the time, taking up our Yao gege's attention.

Meng shi: right! Where's Lan lips.

Rusong: I got this. *exits* LAN LIPS, NAINAI IS CALLING YOUUUU.

Su she: he wants his spawn to be the next hulijing emperor. How dare he.

Mo xuanyu: he could never replace Song'er Dianxia!!!

Xue yang: let's protest against Lan lips!

Zixuan: team dimple, what's wrong with you. *cracking up*

Jimu. I'm the one who's expecting.

And expecting twins.

Meng Shi: Awwwwwwwww. REALLY??? OMG, My adopted son, Jin Zixuan, emperor of peacock spirits. How did this happen?

Mo xuanyu: does anyone want to stop Song'er?

Su she: nah, I like when Lan lips is confused.

Xue yang: *grinning*

Zixuan: *embarrassed* I drank a special tea, then I rough housed with Yanli.

And.......you know.....what people do to make a child.......*blushing* right....Jimu?

Meng Shi: oh goodness.

Anyways, congrats, Xuan'er. *kisses him on his forehead*

Zixuan: A-li gave birth to Ruhua and now I'm having twins.

But do you know Jinling.

Meng Shi: of course! He's like a grandson to me, along with Song'er.

My Yao'er takes care of him a lot.

Zixuan: yes, he do.

Meng Shi: but I don't like his uncles. Who are not Yao'er and A-Yu.

Mo xuanyu: why, empress?

Meng Shi: because they caused a ruckus in my temple!!

Su she: that's right. They don't have any respect for you and Huangdi. I was there.

Yao: they were just stressful. Like can a guy just move his mom's corpse to Dongying.

Meng Shi: selfish people.

And yes Xuan'er, baby. I know your A-ling. I'll send gifts for him and little Huahua, ok?

Zixuan: thank you!

Xichen: A-Yao! I came as fast as I can!!

I can't remember impregnating you.

Yao: you didn't Huan. It was a misunderstanding.

Xue yang: congrats lipsy. You impregnated Zixuan

Rusong: *sobs* Shizun, how could you. I thought you said that you love A-Die.

Meng Shi: *hugs Rusong* oh noo. Why do baby Rusong have to be put through this.

Xichen: what?!! I haven't done papapa with Zixuan, and I would never!

Su she: but these two look alike. How are you gonna know which ones which in a dark room.

Xichen: A-Yao.

Mo xuanyu: don't call A-Yao.

Team dimple: your A-Yao calling days are over, lipsy! O-V-E-R.

Xue yang: keep disappointing team dimple.

Yao: *laughing* enough guys.

Zixuan: it's Yanli's child, Zewu Jun.

Yao: yea.

Zixuan: Lans aren't my type. I love Jiangs.

Meng Shi: heehee, did team dimple scare you?

Xichen: these three always scare me.

Meng Shi: you got to be tough.

Xue yang: why are you giving hints to our enemy. Not that I'm mad. You and Jiggy can invite Songlan over for tea, I'll still think you two are hot.

Meng Shi: ahh, I was just trying to help the guy.

Song'er tries, but he's still a baby.

Maid: Huanghou, what shall we buy for Xuan Huangdi's children?

Meng Shi: anything beautiful and expensive.

Maybe some cultivation stuff for A-ling and some little dresses for Ruhua, along with Jade jewelry.

Yes Huanghou.

~~~

Meng Shi: *smiling cutely* i feel very rich.

Sisi: aww.

Some other maids: well you are very rich, empress.

What makes you feel rich?

Meng Shi: because my two sons are emperors.

Sisi: Huanghou jiejie, did you just adopt Xuan Huangdi?!

Meng shi: kinda. Well him and A-Yao are brothers, and they're born on the same day.

Sisi: you got some twin emperors on your hands, Huanghou.

Meng Shi: mhm. That's why I feel rich.

Meng Shi: my Yao'er is the perfect hulijing Huangdi and Xuan'er is pregnant.

Sisi: perfect pair.

You had inspired and motivated them a lot.

Meng shi: I didn't tell Xuan'er to get pregnant. But yes, I motivated them.

*wink*

Sisi: Huanghou would you adopt team dimple?

Meng Shi: I would love to. But I love being their mother-in-law and female boss instead. *mischievous giggle*

I'm I an amazing mother-in-law, team d??

Su she: certainly you are.

Xue yang: you slay.

Mo xuanyu: yess!!!! You're fab just like Yao gege.

Meng Shi: thank you.

Zixuan: Jimu, may I take your leave? I got to go home and rest.

Meng Shi: sure love.

Yao: come, let me support you.

Where's Huaisang? Why didn't he come to escort you.

Zixuan: he says that he's afraid of Jimu.

Meng Shi: why? I don't bite.

Yea I'm a fox spirit, but I wouldn't dare bite anyone.

Zixuan: this scheming little boy.

Su she: his conscience is bothering him.

Zixuan: nonetheless guys, I have him scrubbing the porch and doing the laundry.

Yao: perfect for him.

Zixuan: *hugs* bye Jimu.

Meng Shi: bye Xuan'er.

A few minutes later.....

Xue yang: empress Meng. I just want to tell you that if you want a hitman, then I'm the guy to hire.

I killed a lot for Jiggy.

Some guy called Jiggy the son of a whore, and I chopped off his tongue. Made tea with it and gave it to Jiggy.

Meng Shi: oh my goodness! Chengmei, you're quite extreme. But I love how you protected Yao'er.

Su she: no one can lay a finger or their tongue on our Huangdi.

Mo xuanyu: hit us up if you need something to be taken care off.

Meng Shi: I'll keep it in mind team dimple. *laughing*

You all are so cute.

Mo xuanyu: but we want to be tough.

Xue yang: *pout* don't call me cute.

Su she: really?

Meng Shi: haha yes.

Xue yang: we vow to protect you too.

Meng Shi: aw thanks team dimple. But you're still adorable.

And don't you know all my maids know swordfighting. It's now compulsory.

Su she: waww!!!

Perfect!

Xue yang: the boss queen we love!

Mo xuanyu: that's so cool.

Yao: I'm back team D, A-niang.

Xiying: Huangdi, remember the banquet in Jinlintai.

Yao: oh yes.

A-niang, are you up for the banquet?

Meng Shi: certainly.

Yao: I hope no one insults you there.

You know I won't spare then if they do.

Meng Shi: I'll be fine Yao'er.

But I would love to set Madam Jin and Jin guangshan straight.

Yao: as you wish. That cruel man and that abuser must be punished some time.

And not only did they abuse me, but they insulted you

Meng Shi: *kisses his forehead* don't worry Yao'er. A-niang is here. And A-niang has team dimple.

Team D: *enthusiastic*

Yao: team Dimple, go make sure everything is in order tomorrow morning.

Su she: yes Huangdi.

Mo xuanyu: got ya, Yao gege!

Xue yang: *grin*

Meng Shi: maybe you can tie up guangshan if you like.

Yao: we don't want him to misbehave.

Xue yang: hehehehhe got it.

Su she: it will be done!

Mo xuanyu: team D don't hesitate.

You two are our bosses.

Rusong: *clears throat*

Mo xuanyu: you three are our bosses.

Afterwards, an unexpected visitor came to meet A-Yao and Meng Shi.

Mingjue: *hands them a bouquet of flowers*

Meng Shi: Nie gui fei. What are you doing here?!

Mingjue: I came to a...*cough* ap.....

Yao: *lowers gaze*

Meng shi: don't lower your gaze at him. You're his Huangdi.

Yao: mn.

Mingjue: I came to ap.....

Xue yang: cause an apocalypse? You did that already.

Mo xuanyu: with your disaster brother.

Su she: we don't like you.

Yao: Dage, you don't need to apologize. It's just that you can't take a joke.

Mingjue: *furious*

Yao: oh come on dage, you know I'm savage.

Mingjue: mhm, and it's annoying in a cute way.

Do you like the flowers?

Yao: yes. Thanks, dage.

Meng shi: sweet apology.

Xue yang: it was lame.

Mo xuanyu: he could have sang for our A-Yao.

Su she: or carve a statue of him.

Mo xuanyu: where's the pizzazz, Mingjue.

And what if Yao gege is allergic to those flowers.

Mingjue: he's not. Sometimes I would send the same flowers on his birthday.

Xue yang: really?

Mo xuanyu: sorry, our Yao gege gets a lot of flowers from his citizens, team d and his fam. It's hard to keep track.

Su she: my Huangdi is glamorous, if you don't know.

Yao: Dage. I know when you give me flowers for my birthday, don't worry. *smile*

Meng Shi: you have it all, Nie gui fei. The love from your Huangdi. Now don't break his heart.

Mingjue: will do, dowager empress.

#the huli jing emperor #foxyao #dimpledlianfang #jin guangyao #jin zixuan #meng yao #part 2 #su she #the untamed #hulijing emperor 2

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Well that was awful there's a few things I can't stand one of them is their idiotic comments afterwards in the second is the whole damn thing the only tons of money and you won't let him have any if you let him have money it's coded people that do stuff cuz you can't have money so what do you look like to him. That's right you look like God damn fools she had a whole slew of thieves who don't produce anything and you had a few clans of Vikings now you're left with new techies and it is according to his plan and it is going well. Yeah the guy talking right now and he knows who he is. Tonight we have a nice lineup it's going to probably be a lot more than you can handle y'all going to Europe but all expense paid trip to atomic blonde and the professional or most of you down at least once lots of you won't come back you also have ghost in a shell live in Japan and tons of you won't come back from there once you discovering that you're in absolutely no shape for this none it's going to be horribly horribly violent it's a very physically trying place Japan most of you won't last an hour it's oxygen rich and in a few minutes 45 minutes mostly be black and blue and you'll die and they don't revive you and it's because you don't take any inflammatories because their son takes them so it can't be right what he's doing is testing whether he has to or not and sometimes he has to a lot lips are numb it's kind of a harsh environment here who is old and sick diseased you don't feel like getting better now they can't it's very hard. Oxygen levels are at 23% and they should be around 29 30% to be normal and they will go up steadily but it is not for some time now and it does have a dinner that he's wandering around in the mall you're a bunch of mopes in your assholes just stand there with an ugly face and your stupid comments he just wants to work while he's wandering around doing nothing but you getting in its way trying to piss him off as if that's going to help you it's back to my real army my time you figure out it's too late already but okay. Will be launching and we're going to use the insurance stuff you guys fold is cover a humongous number of ships that you forfeited because you feel you're going to have the giant diamonds that you more or less are forfeiting daily and oops by the end of the year you won't have a shot at getting any large diamonds so you're going to have to turn to alchemy and things like that that you did in the Middle ages and you're thoroughly familiar with this technique that never worked. But that's something we can have you do is fake it all the time cuz that's what you did and it was a nightmare because y'all a bunch of assholes.

Now the entire Midwest area that we are launching from Isabel 20 times the size of the entire state of Florida and you guys think you're a head honchos because of what's here but the diamond there is about 3/4 of the size of this one and this is not the largest on Earth and you have a fight here all the time and the blockade is by someone else and you have to break it before you can do anything yeah we're launching and we're also setting up Obelisk along the southern border before we launch in the northern border in the East and the West giant giant obelisk these things are humongous they're 80 miles by 40 miles * 5 each and yeah it works out to 10 signs and they are a giant thing to look at they are humongous it's just so big that you can't fathom the size of it way too big so just chuckle about companies yours that got ruined by the storm that Tommy F made and how he's noting it because that's ridiculous. And there's about 20 million ships were launching plus about 3 million support ships which are not combat vessels for work and you're using them for work and we're prepping to launch more. You have the South under control by the end of the week and then we'll close off Washington and Oregon State and Canada on the east and west main New Hampshire will be closed off fully nothing will be up there and we will launch the Canadian ship on the West Coast and we're giving you the window week from now minimum and that's what we're going to start with and for everyone and I announced it when you told me to start getting ready it's a giant giant ship and we're prepping from maneuvers as you can imagine it'd be huge maneuver to perform gigantic.

Another news the money has left and it is in Japan the other money is leaving momentarily once it's taken from New York it goes to Europe directly because he plan to take it there and Jenna is helping to get revenge on people specifically Trump and he turned on everyone and nobody can stop the piece of crap he's unbelievably horrible and we're bringing real charges on him I'm at Daddy's trying to do it and he can't and Stan can't do it and her son does not have the ability to say it's him and people are ignoring him. And probably want to threaten me using him he doesn't care about that he's a dead piece of meat already. So we're going to have to proceed with our plan and it is going according to plan and he's going to stay in one terminal Bay along with everybody else except for Tommy f for one week. Now we anticipate that the movie heat will happen possibly tomorrow if not Tuesday and dumb and dumber will happen and it can be independent no that has to happen oh that would be tomorrow so tomorrow during the day is the day scene and then it would go to the night scene and then the morning after it would be Tuesday would be heat and that would be the documents breaking Free that robbery would instigate Cicero then the crew goes to Alabama and you need the money from Cicero to go to Utah in order for the money coming from Japan to move that to Vegas. And in order for this to work something critical has to happen they need to go and get the money from Mexico and our son is stymied by it a little bit and Hera is trying to tell him that it's about Mexico okay and Latin America is coming up foreigners and Japan has taken the money to Japan from the United States actually robbed the fox towers and brought it to Japan and South America is now coming up from the south through to Mexico and they'll be there in presents tomorrow a large presence and yes the storm is turned around and it is heading back up the coast of Mexico and right now it's about 80 mi south of the latitude of Mexicali and that's Mexico City as Jane was saying it and it's really talking to him. There's a lot of things going on that you need to know about and what he's doing for health is important is looking at healthy soups but he's having an acid issue Italian wedding would be a little acidic thinking about bread if you get a small piece. We're sharing his life and really he has trouble but it's not that bad. And South America is coming up for a particular reason and that's because the diamonds were taken from Brazil and Mexico.

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megs-on-legs · 2 years

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ramblings

I’m just sitting here with my swollen belly, reflecting after a nice meditation, just thinking about the life I have created. Suddenly I felt the urge to write. I don’t know of anyone who actually reads this, & I’ve barely even glanced at this blog in what feels like forever. I am remembering that it was once a mindless after work activity where I scrolled to decompress. That was before I started a family... & that’s the basis of this little rant.

I am just feeling so fortunate to be at this stage of my life... I really do think I will look back & smile at these precious memories & consider them the very best of my (hopefully long) life. Our tiny house with all of its imperfections, no budget to do what we want to do to it, all the while feeling the true definition of happiness.

Brodie & I talked about this the other day. Sometimes it feels like we can’t get ahead... not enough childcare to cover us both to work as much as we want, which sets back our money goals & then the rest of the projects & trips & fun lay dormant. The transition to parenthood is hard! It is also the happiest either of us have ever been. Isn’t that wild? I can’t put into words the fulfillment that becoming a mother has given me. I am so glad he shares this feeling as a father.

Several of my close friends have lost a parent within the last two years, & when I hear them explain how difficult their loss has been, it is a reminder to try to stay present. We don’t get to do this thing again. Iris is only this little for a brief time! Our son will be our last baby to meet after the magic of birth, to lose sleep over & gaze at in awe in those early days to come.

This whole circle of life thing has never been more clear to me. I know now that my parents love me unconditionally! Although I’ve “known” that, the overwhelming realization hit me like a ton of bricks when I met my kid. I imagine it is similar to grief. Holy shit, it is transformative. You hear about how much people love their kids, & quite frankly I was like “yeah yeah yeah”, but it is unlike anything else I can imagine. I feel like I am a part of a secret club where you just glance at another parent & they’re like “I know”! People couldn’t fully articulate their experience when I asked them about becoming a parent during my last pregnancy. Now I realize why. It is just something you simply can’t explain.

The biggest shift & the one I am most thankful for is the amount of growth required to be a good parent. I worried quite a bit about what I would miss if I had children. You know... sleep, freedom to choose your day to day, drop into a yoga class at leisure, actually say yes when someone asks if you want to get lunch that day, & so on. Then one day, you finally sleep a full 8 hours, slowly you start to get pieces of your old life back, you go on a girls trip & you get a babysitter for a night out. None of it has the same impact (except maybe sleep!) - I just think I’ve found some new priorities, I have outgrown parts of the old me, & the things that I did miss a lot are so much more gratifying when I find a slice of time to do them. Actually there is a whole new list of things I miss now - like my body being my own for one, but in time that will come back, too. I’ll have time for myself, to work & save money, maybe get that dream home we can remodel (all at once)!

The best part about all of the above is, I’ll have a family to share it with. & if I’ve learned anything from therapy, knowing this in the present & appreciating what you have is precisely what growth is. I thank Brodie, Iris & this baby in my belly for that ♥ I’m so glad we did this. Let the chaos continue!

#family

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aoitrinity · 3 years

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Why Do I Have to Feel Like a Fucking Conspiracy Theorist -- OR -- How I Find a Semblance of Peace on Sunday Night

I’m also going to start this out with a GIANT DISCLAIMER.

I am about to theorize about what may have happened to the SPN finale. I have absolutely no insider knowledge. I am merely speculating here based on the panels and a bunch of Twitter and Tumblr posts that I have been reading over the last few days. If you are not in a good place to read such things, TURN BACK PLEASE. Go take care of yourself and your mental health. You and your feelings are valid and deserve to be handled gently right now.

Additionally, if you are here to give me shit for being unhappy with the ending, please walk away as well. I am here to reach out and share my feelings with people who might be struggling to make sense of something that upset some of us in very deep-seated ways. I am not here to bother you or critique you or tell you that you’re lesser because you liked the ending. If you felt it was good, then go enjoy it.

Long-ass post beneath the cut, everyone.

Alrighty folks...I debated whether or not to do this because I have been spiraling down the hell that is the SPN finale since Thursday. The travesty of what happened to our show--to this beloved show that seemed to have been so perfectly and precisely written for at least four years that it had basically already paved its own tarmac on which to land its plane and we all thought we knew exactly what we were going to get. And then we didn’t. We had a nigh Cas-less and entirely Eileen-less ending. We had no goodbye between Cas and Jack. We had Dean dying young after finally finding his freedom, only to ascend to heaven with no one but Bobby. We had the weird, weird, weird incest-y death scene. We had the bridge crane shot thing because...sure. You do you, Robert Singer.

It was so terrible, so truly awful, and I couldn’t seem to square any of it with anything we had known going in. I tossed and turned and cried and didn’t eat or sleep all weekend. I spent hours just reloading tumblr and twitter, going to the Misha panel, reading and reading and listening and trying to figure out what the fucking hell is going on because I needed to know exactly where to direct my anger. And after a fuckton of talking with @winchester-reload, I think we have at least a very plausible theory about what happened here--I’m laying it out below as much for my own peace of mind as anything else, because otherwise all of these thoughts are going to continue to spin around in my head for weeks and I won’t be able to do jack shit.

Now to start off, unfortunately I do think Dean was slated to die from the beginning of this season. I don’t know WHY they thought that was the best way to go, and I wish they had listened to Jensen on this one. Part of me wonders if it was an order from on high based on the discussion between Becky and Chuck earlier this season--the writers knew it wasn’t a great choice, but they were trying to signal to us that we should feel free to write our own endings to the story because they’d be better (I can wax poetic on the signs of why many of the writers probably wanted Dean to live, but that’s another post). I’m not defending that choice by any means, just laying it out there that I think they didn’t necessarily all want to kill Dean like they did.

However, what I THINK I can explain now is what happened with Misha and why we got so jerked around with Cas’s story. Consider what we know (I can’t immediately source all of it, but I did my best):

At the end of episode 15x19, Lucifer has been returned to the Empty after being killed AGAIN. He talks with Cas. Maybe harasses him a bit about Dean, idk. But then...Jack shows up. New God Jack. And he picks up Cas and pulls him out of the Empty, leaving Lucifer behind, because seriously. Fuck that guy (also leaving behind his abusive father is character growth for Jack, so yay for that).

-Misha was contracted to film 15 episodes this season. He was only in 14.

-Misha told Michael Sheen he had to go back to film 1.5 episodes after the shutdown in March. (Starts at 6:13)

-Misha was in Vancouver during filming of the finale.

-Mark P said at Darklight Con that the last scene he filmed was with Alex and Misha (and Mark P was only in episode 19).

-Misha implied that he was present for various filming moments, including Dean’s death (start at 35:15), and said that it felt like a “mini-reunion.”

-Various sources have mentioned that Jimmy Novak was supposed to be in the finale.

-After episode 18, Stands tweeted a fan who was angered and hurt by Cas's death that they could talk about the “bury the gays” issue after the finale aired.

-In episode 19 we know there were takes of the parking lot scene where the only thing fans observing could hear was Dean yelling “CAS” at Chuck (fuck I can’t find this one right now, but it’s definitely out there)

-Also in episode 19, we had a very strange, awkward montage at the end of the episode.

-In episode 20, we know there were a FUCKTON of missing scenes

-We also had no opening montage, but three other separate montages.

-Carry on My Wayward Son was played TWICE, back-to-back at the end of the episode.

-Episode 20 was shorter than normal and had surprisingly little dialogue. The pacing was VERY strange.

-The cast and crew has been almost completely silent about the finale since it came out. When they have spoken, it has been with an awkward excuse of “Uh...COVID?”

-Samantha Ferris has specifically noted that, despite the Harvelle’s being back in play and a big heaven reunion having been planned pre-COVID, neither she nor Chad Lindberg received any such invitation to return.

-Cas and Dean POP Funko figures were pictured together in a replica of Harvelle’s in 15x04.

NOW with all of this in mind (and I’m probably missing some stuff too because there is so much--feel free to add on to that list), please bear with me because here is what I think we were SUPPOSED to get POST-COVID (after it was determined that the reunion couldn’t happen because of the virus):

In episode 20, we start with our NORMAL OPENING MONTAGE, like always. It traces everything that happened during the season. We are reminded of Cas. The confession. Rowena. Eileen. Jack. Billie, God, the Empty, all of it.

Things then follow along in the episode where they did up until Dean dies and wakes up in heaven. After his conversation with Bobby, he drives off to find Cas (who, in the script, was listed as “Jimmy Novak” in order to protect against script leaks--who wouldn’t want to do their best to avoid spoilers about the finale with the wrapping of a fifteen-year show?). He does indeed find Cas. We get Dean’s end of the confession. Hell, maybe we even get a kiss. And then Dean sets up his new heaven home in the recreated Harvelle’s. Maybe Cas even fucking moves in.

Years pass. We get Sam having his life on Earth (still can’t explain why they cut Eileen and couldn’t even have Sam signing vaguely to the blurry brunette in the background; if anyone wants to take that on, go for it). Eventually, Cas tells Dean that it’s almost Sam’s time. Dean takes Baby and goes to meet Sam at the bridge. The cover of Carry on My Wayward Son plays during this much shorter sequence. End of episode.

But that’s not what we got. Instead, much of what I just wrote about was excised from the episode. The remnants were stitched together after shooting had been wrapped. Filler was added in the form of montages and long, unnecessary extra shots to get the episode to something approaching a reasonable length.

But why? Why would they spend all that time and money and quarantining on Misha, only to almost completely cut him out of the finale? I struggled with why the fuck the CW would want this mammoth show to go down as the greatest queerbait in TV history when they had the chance to do something truly beautiful and monumental with it? It couldn’t just be sheer homophobia, right? Well, I think that factored into it, my friends, but here is where my head is at right now.

It was about cold, hard cash.

Now I could be wrong, but this is what I’m thinking at the moment: Supernatural is going off of the air. Supernatural, the CW’s cash cow for fifteen years. Sure there is still money to be made on blu-rays and merchandise and cons...but they need people watching their shows. They need that sweet advertising revenue. And you know what show they have about to premiere? A show that could, potentially, bring with it a chunk of that SPN revenue?

Walker.

And if any of you know anything about the original Walker Texas Ranger, you know that the show was predominantly a show about a very heterosexual white man being very excessively heterosexual. And for SOME REASON over the years, many of the execs at the CW still seem to think that this show, Supernatural, is really attractive to a lot of middle-American white men...whom they desperately want to watch this new show with this guy from Supernatural that they already know.

Now here’s where COVID fucked us. I think Destiel was greenlit by TPTB, at least in SOME form, before COVID. But then the pandemic happened, and they panicked. They got the cut of the last two episodes and watched them in their original, probably queer form. And then, the execs at CW looked at the economy. They looked at their cash cow, about to make its journey to the great beyond. And they looked at this new little calf Walker that they were so desperately worried about. And they made a choice.

They decided that it would be too risky to take the step with Destiel. They were worried about frightening off their ever-so-valuable hetero male demographic with the possibility that a traditionally masculine man in his 40s could be in love with another man in an overt way. It was homophobia mixed with greed, spun up by fear for their revenues because of COVID.

So they called in Singer, possibly Dabb, although I wouldn’t be surprised if they went straight to Singer. They told them that Destiel had to go: executive orders. And the only way to make it go in a way that removed any trace of what had been there was to rewrite what happened to Cas and cut him out from the last two episodes entirely. It was too late to reshoot anything. They had to just cut and stitch and fill with bullshit montages.

They removed the scene at the end of 19, probably because Cas and Lucifer discussed Dean. All that was left of Misha there was his voice on that fake phone call. They may have cut other things too, but I would bet my life that they cut a scene from the end of the episode and replaced it with that very strange montage. Then they moved onto 20. They cut out every scene with Cas. And left in only two platonic mentions of him, neither made by Dean. They tried to imply that Cas might show up in Dean’s heaven at some point, but that was as far as the editors could go in the time they had. They filled in with montages, awkwardly long shots, anything they could do to fill all of those missing scenes.

And they even had to take the opening montage, because literally everything in it pointed to Cas being there at the end of it all. They wouldn’t be able to leave out his scenes, they were too critical to the season. They couldn’t cut his confession without raising eyebrows. So they cut the whole thing and moved “Carry On My Wayward Son” to one of the newly-added driving montages at the end. Which is why we awkwardly had both songs play back-to-back--again, such a strange choice unless they were out of options and couldn’t exactly buy rights to a new track or compose anything else.

And so we were left with the shadow of the finale that we deserved, that Cas and Dean deserved. We were left without resolution or happiness or words. Bobo told us the most important thing about happiness is just “saying it” and our characters were silenced without anyone ever knowing the truth.

I think the writers might have known and been given the new party line that “Misha never filmed, he couldn’t, sorry, it was COVID, no one’s fault!” But I don’t think most of the cast even knew it had happened until they watched the finale on Thursday with us (though they might have been confused why the bit from 15x19 was sliced, they could reasonably have assumed it was a time thing and also BL episodes don’t make sense anyway). Why do I say that?

Well, first of all, Misha started sending out a bunch of excited texts to fans with some old BTS pictures about an hour before the show started airing on EST. He also wanted his children to see the episode, his YOUNG children. Why would he show them such a traumatic episode if their Dad wasn’t in it? What if it was because he wanted them to witness what was going to be a monumental moment in queer television history that their DAD got to be a part of? And then that was all dashed.

Which is why I think the cast and crew went almost completely radio silent the next day. I don’t think they knew. And based on how they have been acting on social media since then, I think many of them are absolutely furious, but they have been silenced because of NDAs, because they want to find work again in a cutthroat industry, because they don’t want to bring down the hellfire of Warner Brothers Entertainment upon themselves. So the most we have gotten is a little acknowledgement from the MERCHANDISING COMPANY trying to validate our pain (god bless Shirts, she is a LIFESAVER) and a response to my salty tweet about keeping good stuff in the closet from Adam Williams (the VFX coordinator) that seemed to acknowledge the validity of my complaint.

Then there was a scramble behind the scenes, I would bet my life. Talking points were fed to the boys who had panels today, to CE, to all the cast and crew:

Toe the party line. Misha never filmed. This was always about COVID. Do not mention Destiel. Do not mention Dean’s feelings for Cas. Do not promote the Castiel Project or anything that validates the idea that this was anything less than a superb ending.

And that is why we have heard so little from the cast on this front, and what we have heard has been muddled and contradictory. That is why the writers are saying nothing. That is why we have been left adrift.

Now before I close this out, I do want to say that I really, genuinely do not think this was on the writers at all. I feel like they tried to give us the best ending that they could, in a writers room that we know is notorious for splitting along party lines about the overall story (BL and Singer, who have always been about the brothers and their man-pain vs. Dabb and the rest who always seemed to want more for them and for Cas). I think they did everything in their power to at least end with Dean and Cas happy together. If they could give us nothing else, they wanted to give us that. And then the network took it from them. From us. From everyone.

For the sake of fucking money.

And the WORST PART OF IT ALL, for me, is that in the wake of this disaster, the fans have been left to try and figure out what happened. We have had to wade through a mire of conflicting information in the midst of all of our collective anger and grief over this garbage ending of a show many of us have loved and even relied on for YEARS, all the while wondering if we’re just fucking crazy, if we have all fallen collectively into the hole of conspiracy theories. That hurts ESPECIALLY badly because we have taken so many hits over the years from other groups on social media saying we were crazy for seeing things that weren’t there (especially Destiel), for writing meta and analyzing tropes and believing the evidence of our eyes and ears. The network has made us relive that entire nightmare WHILE processing our grief for a show we wanted so badly to celebrate and which instead we now have to mourn.

So again guys, I cannot prove that this is exactly what happened at all; this is simply my idea of what may have happened. But right now, it’s the most sense I can make from this mess, and to be honest, the act of typing it out has helped me enormously in my processing of it all. I feel like I can see more clearly, like I know where to target my outrage and where to direct empathy. I feel like just fucking maybe, I might be able to do my job tomorrow without bursting into tears at random moments.

I really hope that this post has helped some of you to, in some small way, process this too. We get through this the way that Misha told us at his panel this morning, the way the writers have told us to do all season long...we throw out the story God gave us and we make it better. We write our characters the happy endings they deserve.

We save them.

One last thing--if you have not already, please consider channeling your rage into a donation to one of the five causes our fandom has put together to pay tribute to our beloved show and to mourn the ending it should have had:

-The Castiel Project

-Dean Winchester is Love

-Sam Winchester Project

-The National Association of the Deaf

-The Jack Kline Project

#supernatural season 15 #spn finale #speculation #destiel #destielgate #the ending was not the ending #fuck the cw #trust the story #we were robbed

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Abuse of Children Portrayed in Film

I like to use movies as an escape from the harshness of the real world and one of the things that I have learned about in my education is the effects on children when they are mistreated. I have a Masters Degree in Developmental Psychology and one of the hardest classes for me to handle was Abnormal Development in Children and Adolescents. We covered everything from dealing with dyslexia and ADHD to surviving severe abuse and loss at a very early age. We had guest speakers that ranged from people who had escaped genocide as children, to individuals who had been sold into prostitution by their parents, to people who had suffered severe abuse from their parents or guardian. I have heard stories that will stick with me forever and that is nightmare fuel that I don't want to share.

Because of my background education, I take note of the treatment and behavior of children and adolescents in the movies that I watch. There have been many great movies over the years that have depicted the suffering of children and it has always been difficult for me to deal with. There are more well known examples of films that focus on suffering but throw in more of a "sometimes we all suffer, even the children" message that demonstrate that kids aren't immune to great travesties (basically any film about The Holocaust). There are also well known films that show children "coming of age" through hardship (Annie 1982, Oliver! 1968) but end perfectly. There is a more current series of films that focuses entirely on a boy discovering a fantasy world that was robbed from him when his parents were murdered by a tyrant (Harry Potter series). But in this list I want to review some lesser known films that show examples of abuse. Even after all that I have seen and heard, the following list of films have affected me personally for one reason or another. Sometimes the children in these films endure and overcome their situation in the end. Sometimes these children do not survive or sadly remain in their misfortunes. To me, this can make the movie all the more powerful because of the incredible amount of pathos that endangering a child character can add. It can also make it a heart wrenching experience that is painful to watch. Here are some powerful films in which children suffer and the struggle is one of the main plot lines of the movie:

SPOILER WARNING AND VIEWER DISCRETION ADVISORY!!! I AM GOING TO GIVE AWAY THE PLOT TO THESE FILMS AND IT SHOULD GO WITHOUT SAYING THAT SOME OF THE PLOTS ARE DISTURBING!!! EITHER WATCH THE FILM IF YOU DON'T WANT SPOILERS OR CHECK OUT THE FOLLOWING SUMMARIES IF YOU WOULD RATHER JUST HEAR WHAT HAPPENS SO YOU KNOW IF YOU WANT TO WATCH OR NOT!!!

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Sybil (TV Movie) 1976

I just recently saw this film after I had heard of the story in my abnormal development class almost 10 years ago. It is the story of a woman who developed multiple personalities to deal with a childhood in the care of an undiagnosed schizophrenic mother. The movie stars Sally Fields and is based on a true account of Shirley Ardell Mason and her treatment by psychologist Cornelia Wilbur. The acting in the film is overdramatic at times, but it definitely reminded me of some of the actual old videos of Shirley Mason and her sudden strange switches in personality when she was scared or anxious. Dr. Wilbur used hypnosis to actually introduce Mason to her alternate personalities and she was able to recognize her disassociative identity disorder and overcome it. It still hurts me to think that this person was mentally wounded so deeply by her parents that it basically shattered her into pieces in an effort to make sense of things.

Leon: The Professional 1994

I mention this film a lot because it is a heartwarming story of an assassin teaching a young orphan how to murder. It is the breakout role for Natalie Portman and it is just amazing. Leon is a "cleaner" that lives next door to an abusive and addictive family with a troubled girl named Mathilda. The father gets in trouble with the mob and some enforcers come by and slaughter most of the family while Mathilda is getting groceries. She returns during the massacre and realizes what is happening so continues next door and pleads for shelter. Leon takes her in and teachers her the trade and protects her from the men who want to finish her off. The movie was written and directed by Luc Besson and stars Jean Reno, Gary Oldman, and Natalie Portman. The suffering that this girl endures because of her parent's addictions hurts me, yet I have seen and enjoyed this film many times. I recommend watching when in the mood to be deeply affected by the trials of a little girl and the killer who protected her.

Kids 1995

This film came out when I was early in high school and bothered me greatly. It is a story by Harmony Korine, and one of his many attempts to capture the hopeless lives of unmotivated and unsupervised teens. These are young teens having unprotected sex, stealing money to do drugs, and attacking people in the park. I did not really go to these kinds of parties when I was that age (or ever really) and it has bothered me to think that adolescents would partake in this kind of behavior. It is hard for me to believe that these kids had the ability to mentally comprehend the consequences of their actions and some of the characters end up contracting HIV from each other. I would not recommend the film because it is a depressing day in the life that no youth should have.

Gummo 1997

I would not call this a good movie and I wouldn't really recommend it. It is another work by Harmony Korine and really details the depravity that can occur with unsupervised youths living in low socio-economic conditions. This movie is just depressing and motivated me to find something to motivate me into action. I got into both psychology and teaching, which has served me well for the past 20 years. It was this film that showed me how low the bar for quality of life could be, and I guess for that I am thankful. However, I still wouldn't recommend it.

Happiness 1998

This movie I didn't see right away but noticed it at the video store on many occasions. I final watched it when I was about 25 on the recommendation of a friend and one particular storyline greatly disturbed me. It is basically the story of 3 sisters that feel they should be happy and project a face of happiness, yet they are miserable and have horrible lives. One sister in particular is married to a psychiatrist who turns out to be a pedophile that rapes the friends of his young son. At one point rather early on in the movie, this man confesses to his son that he raped the boy's friends and that he would do it again. The son is so confused that he asks his father why he never raped him. It is so disturbing to me because I know the boys that were assaulted will be forever damaged and this boy who was not actually raped will be mentally scarred as well. The fact that there are people in the world that would harm children that way, recognize what they had done, and then know they didn't have the self control to stop themselves from doing it again is horrifying to me.

Lilya 4-Ever 2002

This film is deeply disturbing and I highly recommend never watching it. I will spoil it for you now so you never have to see it if you don't want. A 16-year-old girl named Lilya lives with her mother. The mom gets a boyfriend and the couple move to America and abandons Lilya with a neglectful aunt. The aunt movies into the old apartment of her sister and Lilya is forced to move out and become a prostitute to make money. A boy comes along and convinces her to move to Sweden to escape her life. When they arrive, this boy sells her to a pimp and she becomes a teenage sex slave. She almost escapes, but is then captured and beaten almost to death. She escapes again and this time commits suicide so she won't be recaptured. This movie is awful and changed my mind about giving every film a chance. I wish I could forget this film, but I can't. Perhaps it is just not for me, but this film presentation is definitely an experience that you won't soon forget.

The Kite Runner 2007

I read this book in my twenties and saw the film in my thirties and both affected me greatly. A well-to-do boy and his friend are in a kite battle competition and the friend is beaten and raped when he goes to retrieve a fallen kite. The well-to-do boy denies knowing what happened to his friend (he does know) and basically shames and abandons him. This action haunts the well-to-do boy for the rest of his life. How the boy who was raped is basically falling prey to blaming the victim is heartbreaking, and the lifetime of guilt of the other boy is pitiable. Neither boy was the actual attacker yet they both were the ones that suffered.

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There are many other examples of movies along these lines and could be found if you feel like suffering. I can't say that I would recommend them because they are very difficult to watch. Beyond just dealing with the content, it is rare to find child actors who can actually portray somebody who has truly suffered. The mix of bad acting and a depressing plot can make for a terrible movie going experience. The genre of movie involving suffering does exist, though, and it could be enjoyed (?) by some. Just not generally by me.

#harmony korine #gummo #kids #the kite runner #suffering #psychology #depressing movies #introvert #introverts #happiness #lilya 4 ever #leon the professional #movies

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