#CJ trash mind

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MORE OF THE SILLIES (I’m trying to get them a set design-)

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me abt ready to type out a whole ass essay on why i hate cj and why the fandom should be calling her the toxic one and not margaret

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Returning to my series of “barely anyone else cares abt this ship that I’m crying over so I’m gonna make a post abt them myself”: Mordeson edition

If you don’t like the ship please just fuckin scroll I don’t need anyone clowning today thnx

I have so many things I want to write and draw however I am so overwhelmed so I’m spewing my nonsense onto Tumblr to feed the like 3 people paying attention to these dorks <3 for the most part here are just like tiny little hcs/moments/ideas of them that have infected my brain. Cut provided to make it not unbelievably long for the rest of my followers

Categories: headcanons, ideas, “cutaways” (basically my iterations of what happens post-episode endings or in the midst of flashbacks/stories, between scenes, etc.)

I’d also like to thank @mushtoons for letting me yap abt them in DMs/on Discord, some of these in which I’m copy/pasting from my side of conversations with them <3

Headcanons:

-Mordecai sometimes patches up Benson’s hand(s) after usually breaking it by punching something out of anger on varying occasions

-the way they likely comforted one another during the Margaret, CJ, and Audrey heartbreaks with Benson probably gave Mordecai harder/grosser jobs to keep his mind off things and Mordecai gave Benson excuses to head home late to lessen the chances of bumping into Audrey

-the car radio along with show/movie nights consist of more bickering than watching/listening to anything

-Benson is the Worst backseat driver and Mordecai has to try to politely tell him he’s going to lose his mind if he tells him where to make the correct turn to both of their place of work; that said, for both of their sanity, Benson usually drives when they’re together

-there are days where Mordo has to literally force Benson to stay home bc he's either so sick he can hardly stand, so overwhelmed he can't think, or is in so much pain his body is practically crumbling beneath him

-sometimes when Benson gets reeeally into a beat, drumming on the steering wheel or a pen against his clipboard or something of the sort, Mordecai will try to start singing along to it so he’ll remember it for practice or whatever

-he has thrown hands over people trashing Benson behind his back

-and he has to semi-frequently talk/hold Benson out of a self-deprecating spiral

-Mordecai's parents absolutely adore Benson and were some of the first people to say "so when's the wedding!!!!" when first introducing him as his bf

-the opposite happened when Benson introduced Mordecai to his parents; I’d say his parents got divorced when he was young and his mom was kinda chill though his dad was kinda passive aggressive and just didn’t really put in a lot of heart, though Mordecai learned a lot more abt him from his dad than his mom

-Mordecai is the first to say “I love you” and Benson bawls on the spot

-Mordecai draws/doodles Benson during meetings/assignments when he starts to develop feelings for him

-Mordecai gets crazy flustered at pet names bc he doesn’t expect them whatsoever; he’s always been the one giving them rather than receiving, though he always appreciates them

-Benson is also crazy touch starved while Mordecai can be pretty jealous so usually in public they’re always seen touching in some way; one leg over the other when sitting, handholding when walking, an arm around the other’s waist/shoulders, etc.

-they prob hooked up at least 1 (one) time pre-relationship and swore they’d never tell anyone abt it

-Margaret and Mordecai are platonic soulmates as much as it is a dismay to most their romantic relationships; Benson is the first/only one of Mordecai's partners to fully accept this

Ideas (if anyone writes these before I get around to them pleeeeease please send it to me I’d cry /pos):

-swap AU of sorts where they have a secret relationship while Rigby and Eileen are more “center of attention”

-in addition, switching up Benson and CJ in a lot of scenarios make a lot of sense (specifically thinking of “New Year’s Kiss” and “Thomas’ Play Date”)

-Benson is such a little cuddle bug, Mordecai gets totally thrown off guard by how affectionate he is when they start dating

-Benson gets stuck having to watch his sister’s kid for the day while on the clock and as much as he loves seeing and hanging out w them he can’t do much while at work, asks Mordecai and Rigby to hang out w them for a bit until he’s done what he needs to and he later gets confused why his heart does weird flip-floppy things to see Mordecai being an amazing babysitter later

-Benson having a rough day mentally and asks to reschedule a date, which Mordecai asks if he’s ok and wants company which he doesn’t wanna “be a burden” or thinks Mordo won’t want to be around his sad self all day and he has to be kinda regularly reminded, “You’re my boyfriend, Ben. I always want you around.”

-Benson getting nightmares and/or flashbacks of the dome experiments and Mordo does his best to help through the severe paranoia and skittishness in the morning, unless he wakes up to it happening and he’s able to help him through it/get back to sleep

Cutaways:

-“In The House” Benson was nowhere to be seen until after Rigby finished his house/wizard story which Benson was like right next to Mordecai so I like to think Benson walked in early-ish into Rigby’s story and it’s Mordecai that beckoned him over to include him in the storytelling

-“Weekend At Benson’s” post-ending in which Benson maybe just felt too horrible to bring himself home so he hangs out at the house where Mordecai figures if he and Rigby feel awful already, Benson’s gotta be going through the same thing 10 fold so he sits with him all day doing his best to provide comfort and consolation while Benson spends half the day vomiting and sobbing from the searing pain in his throat

-“Eggscellent” after Benson getting punched, in which Skips probably had to be the one to tell Benson in private that while it’s ok for him to be scared and concerned and to feel betrayed and disrespected, what he said to Mordecai also wasn’t cool before explaining Jonathan Kimble and the journal he found; after apologizing to Mordecai he tries so hard to prove himself by being his biggest cheerleader, trying not to question the eagerness to be by his side and sudden overprotective urges

-“Return of Mordecai and the Rigbys” I think maybe a little bit too much abt the times they’re sent to the hospital and being the first two awake to have a few minutes to chat privately, and some of the dialogue I had in mind to not make this post even longer

-“Dumptown, USA” particularly when Benson went after Audrey broke up w him; maybe he left his phone behind, maybe he didn’t, and I doubt he was gone nearly as long as Mordecai, though he might’ve still been gone a few days to a week and incredibly hard to reach, leaving everyone else panicking over Benson not showing up to work to the point of sending a wellness check and getting ready to file a missing persons report by the time he comes back; Mordo’s the first to see him and instinctively runs to give him a hug, surprising them both

-“White Elephant Gift Exchange” with Benson being pretty OCD coded, similar to the first hc above following the “glove incident” where Benson likely washed his hands like 6 times to the point of cracking bc he didn’t feel “clean” enough (speaking as somebody with OCD and similar experiences)

This isn’t even remotely all of what I have this is just long enough already and I’m trying to figure out how I wanna execute the rest LOL. Anyway if anything here strikes inspiration feel free to write/draw/whatever and tag me bc I’m itching for more content of them I’m losing my mind <3 feel free to talk to me abt these dorks in DMs or my ask box too!!!!

[cjwelford-archive]

○ location: random alley, downtown ○ status: closed for @dilanxbarak

CJ couldn’t remember exactly where he was the other night, but he only realized three days later that he must have dropped his phone there. Not that he didn’t know it was even missing until Wren had contacted Jeanie directly worried out of her mind something bad happened to her brother. So, after tearing through the apartment, both workplaces, and asking friends to look, he decided to try the alley on the side of some bar he recalled getting thrown out of with Seb in tow. He was this close to throwing himself into the dumpster to go searching for it in the trash, when CJ realized it was just a little too tall for him. “Hey!” He called out, noticing someone walking by, grinning when he recognized her from the ice cream shop those months ago. “I need you to give me a boost. I think my phone’s in there.”

[cljordan-imperium]

Happy WBW, CJ!

Today, I’ve got a meta question for you: is there a cool worldbuilding element you came up with, but ultimately removed or didn’t end up using? Something that didn’t fit your current setting, but you’re saving it up for later? Or just a worldbuilding concept you really want to write about?

Hi Sam!!

Thank for this question and I am answering late because I had to think about if there was anything. The current path Abriella is on started in 2008, so there's a lot that has come and gone since then. Not only in Imperium, but in the Nephilim Council's Concourse (think the Vatican for Nephilim). Then there are the magical buildings in each major city that are the Nephilim Sanctuaries, bigger on the inside kind of like the TARDIS.

I think the one I'm still trying to figure out how to use is that the buildings are able to communicate somehow with those in them. I am still using that the Palace of Imperium is sentient and able to adjust itself to the will of Abriella and Cruz, the current rulers of Imperium. If they need new rooms or wings, it will create whatever they need. If they are threatened it can suddenly erect walls or make a doorway open into one, kind of like an ever evolving Winchester house.

I originally had the idea that it could talk to them, either within their minds or out loud. Other buildings could do the same to their owners. Unfortunately crafting this came out more like something out of a bad show or cartoon, and did not fit the aesthetic feel I wanted for Imperium. It felt too much the All Knowing Trash Heep from Fraggle Rock. I don't think it's a bad idea, I executed it poorly and need to think on how to do it better.

What this failure did allow me to do was consider the buildings and how I wanted them to look, exterior and interior. What I wanted them to feel like for the reader and characters. I'm trying to add more details as I go. I can see them so perfectly in my mind, but it is the translation I'm working on. Describing the surroundings has always been my weakness.

Thanks again for asking, Sam <3

[pbandjesse]

Jess is here!! It's so nice to have her sleeping in the living room. Today had so many parts. It was a good day.

I slept alright last night. Falling asleep felt rough but didn't take to long. Waking up was not fun but I was alright, just tired.

James was there. I love them so much. They got us in the car on time and had little shorts on and got me breakfast. They are the best.

We got to the market after picking up breakfast and it was a pretty easy set up. I was just tired and it was hot. There would be a nice break at some points but when there was no breeze the heat sucked.

It was surprisingly busy. Like really busy. Me and Ann decided it was because it was going to be hotter, and also raining, later.

But this did not transfer into sales. This was my worst day this season, only selling one keychain for $10. And I know some of it is I was tired and sitting, sitting never leads to good sales. But I did stand a lot of the time!! I was sewing, finishing 3 bears. And getting fluffies literally everywhere.

There was some drama. A vender blocking everyone with their car and being annoyed when they were asked to move. Our community interest was trying to get a bill on the ballot about giving people who just had new babies $1000 to act as poverty prevention. And a terrible old bitch yelled in the nice girls face!! About immigrants for some reason?? Just a horrible bitch. I told on her to Ann and she followed her out so she could yell at them again. It was bizarre. And upset me.

We also had the jazz band. And me and James got a bunch of baked goods. Which I would eat to much of later and hurt my belly. But it's fine. They were good. The music was a little loud but at least it was good music.

I was a little discouraged by my bad sales but I also was to tired to really care. Bob came out to talk to me and I made him laugh really big when I explained about my arthritis and that my body is a disaster. When I said that he threw his head back laughing.

It would start storming really bad though right after noon. I felt terrible for the people in the parking lot. The rain would start blowing sideways and came right onto my table. I went out and stood in it to cool down and brought the trash cans in so they didn't get full of water. Which Stanley thanked me for.

I did get my feelings hurt though. I got my blood results in and I compared them to last month and the normal range on the papers, my liver numbers went from 138 to 48 (normal being 35 so we're getting closer), but my glucose was at 113. Which puts me in a prediabetic range. Which really really worried me. So I was like okay what do you eat to help with reversing prediabetes and it's apparently low carb. Which sucks because I love carbs. But I got my feelings hurt when I filled out a thing to get tailored menus needed height and weight and stuff and when I put that in it came up with big red letters that I was extremely obese and needed to lose 12lbs a month and I was just so sad. I don't feel extremely obese. Like. I feel pretty good overall. I would like to get back down to my healthiest weight, but I just felt so sad being called that, even if it was just a website.

In the camp group chat there was a complaint I didn't give them glue or scissors for their banners. And I was just like. None of you returned them, I gave you 12 scissors and now they are gone. I then said that CJ was allowed to go get some from my building but only CJ. She would text me privately and said she was able to find scissors in the office and would only take glue. Which was fine! I really don't mind giving them all materials but if they are never going to return them I'm gonna leave stuff out every time. Next time it's markers because my crappier markers are now basically all gone. I hate how wasteful some of them are. Just no regard for keeping materials for as long as they can be used. They aren't one time use guys! Ugh.

I would finished up the day very glad to go home. The rain has left and it was just really hot again. I loaded up the car. Went in to hug James. And headed home.

Jess has just told me that she had left her house and was heading to me. Which was excellent. I told her I would go home and sleep for an hour. And I did just that.

When I got back here I fixed the air conditioner since James installed the living room one this morning. I got my quilting board to put in the gap next to it and covered it with fabric. And would try to pin more things in the other windows. It still struggled to get cool in here which made me annoyed.

I would spend a few minutes cloroxing surfaces and then vacuuming a bunch. Just so much cat hair.

I took a quick shower and went to lay down.

It wouldn't be as long of a nap as I wanted but it was still good. But when my alarm went off at 330 I had a text form Jess 6 minutes before that she was 15 minutes away.

And it was almost dead on with her texting me her arrival 8 minutes later. It took me a second to get dressed again and try to shake off how woozy I was. But it wouldn't shake off and it was so bright and hot outside. I was not happy about this. But I was happy to see her. I stood in the shade across the street until she came over.

We went upstairs and we ate the chips and guacamole I got us. We opened our calico critters blind bags. I added my new little babies (I got Katie who was what I wanted, and the special mystery one which was a mouse with an afro??) And she caught me up on stuff. I wanted a full photo tour of her new house and she even had a hand drawn floor plan. It really seems so wonderful and I'm so happy for her. There is work to be done but it's so exciting. I'm going in August to see it and help her. I'm nervous!! My best friends first house!! So stinking cool.

James would come home soon and get details bout the house and how the mortgage process is going and she gave us some tips and advice. And I showed her the area were looking and some houses we've liked. I also filled her in on camp drama and all that nonsense. Which she was shocked about, not all of it but some of it is truly wild.

James was doing laundry. And we decided that at 630 we would go to R house. I put on the romper outfit seen above, which I loved and felt so cool in. Layering the striped tank top under was such a good move. And we would head out.

I introduced Jess to Hot Mulligan and she immediately, almost after the first note, started laughing and was like why does this sound like every song I know but I've never heard it before. We have agreed it sounds like being 15 again.

James drove us to R house. There was a free library box and I got a Richard Scarry book and one about knitting. That one is written in such a lovely style. And it was a Christmas gift from 1972, and also had a hand written pattern in the back!! I may never actually use the patterns in the book but I love that it exists and I think I'll actually read it just because I love how it's written so much.

Funny enough we all decided to try the new Egyptian street food place. And we all got the same thing. Falafel and potato with pickled vegetables. We each got different sauces. Taziki, whipped garlic (something I haven't been able to find since chick p city closed by my old apartment), hummus, baba ganoush , a spicy thing! It was so fun to try them all and really it was a fun meal.

We got mini scoops of overpriced ice cream next. Me and Jess got roasted strawberry and James got key lime. And once James was done eating theirs we went back to the car.

We got back here and me and Jess would hang in the living room. James tried to show us a new game but we didn't understand and we're both a little to tired to power through figuring it out. I was glad James was with us though.

Eventually they would go in the other room to work on editing. And Jess and me would go through some of her Pinterest boards for the house and talk about ideas and aesthetics. It was fun.

We would have another snack and I shouldn't have actually. I wasn't hungry at all but she wanted her snack so I wanted too but it really hurt my stomach and I'm still hurting literally hours late. Which sucks. It kind of drained my energy in the worst way.

Jess would make up the couch for her bed and I came to lay flat in here for a while. She came in to get a charger from my bag of cords. And soon she was in her jammies.

Tomorrow we are going to go to Golden West for brunch. Then to second chance to look for more inspo. Then maybe some errands for the week. I am not sure when she's going home but I'm excited to spend the day together.

I got washed and changed and now we are in bed and I have been struggling to get this done because I am real tired. But I hope that just means I sleep real good.

Sleep well everyone. I love you all

[austin-cartwright]

WHO: @cjwelford WHERE: The Midnight Club

"I'm telling you," Austin began as she sat down with her too-big-for-this-time-of-night coffee and chocolate croissant. "I never used to believe in the whole 'the full moon brings out the crazy in the universe' but the one we had on Monday has me changing my mind. Not only did I walk through a spider web- which shouldn't be a thing because we've had several frosts at this point, but a deer literally hit my Jeep! Ran right the fuck into it. Plus, I'm pretty sure some neighborhood kids decided it would be funny to put those little pop things that make that loud sound when you throw them on the ground under the wheels of the trash can so when I went to take it out to the curb I nearly had a heart attack and dropped my towel. Imagine being stark naked on the street because a 13 year old thought nearly making you pee yourself in nearly freezing temperatures would be funny." Finally sucking in a breath and bringing her coffee up to her lips to take a sip, Austin flashed an exasperated smile in CJ's direction. "I know I sound like I'm making all of that up but it was a weird Monday and I have no other explanation other than the full moon."

[planet-and-ailes]

I question this

I want OG Cale to come back to his world, because since the TCF world is focusing more on Thames  family now, I think its only fair that he, the real trash solves this problem because KRS might dig deep enough into Jour’s Life and then what ? Will he be emotional? Sad? Surprised?  feel any emotions at all over a dead mother he never knew.? NO. From his perspective it would be a stranger’s Business something that is unrelated to him. Of course there is the fact that he is a real Thames and he needs to be involved with this as well. But he can do that alongside OG Cale , like the real cousins they are. How ? well since this is the business of Thames family GOD could  summon OG Cale into the TCF world ( without telling him) and then we see what kind of emotions he go through after coming back to his world for a while.

 As to why will GOD will give any shit about Thames family and bother enough to bring OG Cale back to TCF world? because we all know Thames are connected to hunters and these hunters are in a way above the White chalk powder. Because as we have read the Hunters and White paint were colluding together to some grand scheme, And White pain was a world level threat and that’s why The GOD exchanged KRS and CALE’S soul in the first place. So when OG Cale wakes up, He see that  OG KRS is also there in his own OG body in the TCF world. This would mean rn there is no one to look after his reincarnated mother, so he would immediately wanna go back , but after completing this Thames business( because that’s the only way GOD will send him back)

 Also how come KRS get to have so many chances to complete his despair and meet the people who have died before in his life ( LHS,CJS, PJT ETC.) But OG Cale doesn’t gets to meet his family who died in his TBOTH timeline? Why is his despair left alone. Why because he is happy now? well KRS was also happy living his life with his friends and becoming rich out of nowhere, although fighting white radish alongside, but he still got a  chance didn’t he.

 Also GOD either just randomly chose OG Cale  ( for transmigration) or it was a highly calculated decision, which I think is the latter.

KRS and OG Cale has something in common, and finding it among the readers would only be meaningful when both of them are present in the same place. Also we don’t know a single thing about OG Cale personally even after the summary, we only got to know as to how similar he is to KRS and that he is extremely elegant. All I am saying is. Even though we do find something about Jour, Something mind blowing, It will be pointless to KRS and to us who doesn’t know a thing about OG Cale’s perspective.

[haec-est-fides]

I was wondering, how does New Rome function? Where did they get all the marble and stone and other supplies to build it? Do they build more of it as the years go by? Was it built when the legion first came to America however long ago that was? Are there farms, or do they all import their food? Or does it just magically appear? Where are the headwaters for the aqueduct? Do they pay taxes, are there politcal parties/factions? Does the outside world recognize New Rome University? Do they have a mint for denarii? How aware is the outside world of this because all of this could be possibly noticeable? I know that this will never be answered in canon but it is interesting to think about so I wanted to hear your opinion too.

Anon, found your previous ask! Touched on most of this in the last ask, but political factions!!! The politics of CJ / NR are very complex, even just from what Riordan hints with Octavian (before he trashes it in ToA). And again, in my mind where all of this makes more sense, the city does have leadership apart from the camp senate (though they probably work very closely together) because those kids are not the schoolboard, or in charge of fixing the city's streets, or deciding what the minimum wage is, etc.

I think it'd be interesting to see how someone's political career in the legion / junior senate plays into their chances at the city level, because that'd be very cursus honorum of them. At either level, I think the broadest thing we can say is that, like most political systems, there's a conservative / traditional element and a liberal / progressive one. Here we have Ancient Roman Values TM facing off against distinctly outside (even literally Greek) views, with a lot of support for tradition -- especially among legacies. What we actually see play out in HoO and ToA is the injection of new blood into the camp system and the mass killing off of the old order imo. This is what allows Hazel and Frank and Lavinia and their bunch to kind of be a new guard, a new era? Tch. Remind me to yell about the literal yet so heavily symbolic passing of the eagle sometime.

Interestingly, if you like to think that citizens of NR can also vote as U.S. citizens, given that they do live in the U.S. and presumably use infrastructure outside of NR and are affected by U.S. policies, you could ponder how those mainstream political opinions influence or complicate purely Roman concerns.

Oh, also: There are definitely taxes to NR itself, but I'm assuming there are also some kind of taxes paid to the U.S. (maybe just re. exports or whatever business outsiders think is happening there).

[stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale]

I don’t get you, CJ. Why are you so quick to throw around the term “bad writing” when you don’t agree with something? Why not simply chalk it up to having different likes or dislikes than other people and move on?

Instead of deconstructing characters you don’t like, why not use your platform to empower other voices and highlight others with different tastes or opinions than you? Different people notice different things about the games. That’s one of the nice things about fandom.

You clearly love writing and analysis, but when you post answers to asks that hold different opinions than you’re own, you often go “you’re valid, but…” and launch into paragraphs upon paragraphs of your opposite opinion rather than truly exploring theirs.

I guess what I’m trying to say is I think your blog and analyses would be stronger if rather than dismissing plot points or characters as “bad writing” you step outside yourself and ask others what they see in that writing since it’s not connecting with you.

To be fair, anon, I don't get me either.

But I hear you, so if you'll allow me to do the thing where I launch into paragraphs upon paragraphs, let's talk about this.

I assume this might've come about because of the recent Violet talk here? Or maybe it's from older posts, I dunno, you didn't specify so I can only speculate and use the Violet posts as the main example here.

So here's the thing... deconstructing characters and storylines is something I enjoy doing. Hell, it's one of my favorite things to do. It doesn't matter if I like or dislike the character, or if I agree with plot directions, or if I think it's "good" or "bad" writing. That's how I work things out for myself, how I try to understand why I'm feeling the way I am about certain characters and story elements. I break apart the different aspects of these things and analyze them so that I can improve the content I create and try to avoid the same mistakes I've come across that I wanted to be better.

When it comes to me tossing around "bad writing", or just implying it, I'm not trying to say that "bad writing = trash, garbage, unenjoyable, anyone who likes this is a dingus, how could you?" it's more "I see flaws here and I want it to be better, I know it can be better and it frustrates me that I can't fix it," y'know?

And I'm fully aware that other people might not see it that way. With that basketball Violet post, I know that a lot of the Violet crowd are gonna read that and be like "no, I love the bell tower scene! It fits well with her character! What are you talking about?" and that's fine, I expect that. That post was me writing something that's been on my mind that I wanted to share, it wasn't me trying to scold anyone for liking it or trying to dismiss their feelings about it.

When it comes to differing opinions, especially on Violet, I've come to the conclusion that we just gotta agree to disagree. I've tried for years at this point to understand the appeal of Violet and gone looking for answers about her in hopes of being enlightened, and I have asked around.

In the past, I have made posts inquiring about what people see in Violet [Minerva, too] and why they prefer Violentine, and I got little to nothing in response. So I totally get where you're coming from when you say I should ask others what they see in the writing that I don't, but there's only so much I can do when no one is willing to answer me. So, I have to look around myself.

I've searched through several threads on reddit and none of them have been insightful, unsurprisingly.

That's what sparked my mini-rant about Louis before. On reddit, a lot of the answers on why people like Violet are either "she sided with Clementine, she's just really sweet deep down, she has more trauma, and lesbian," or "I like Violet more because Louis is a traitor," and what the hell am I supposed to get out of that, y'know? They're not really telling me anything, they're just looking to argue among themselves and I've had to throw in the towel on that one.

I've had better luck here, having read some truly insightful posts about Violet, her arc, and her relationship with Clementine. The conclusion I've reached it that the things people find appealing about her are things that I don't.

If you need an example, we'll use the aftermath of Marlon's murder when Violet turns on the group to defend AJ. Every post from the Violet crowd I've read that talks about that scene praises her for turning against her friends/family to defend AJ when they were gonna attack him, it shows what she's willing to do for them, that's something that drew them to her. Then there's me, who sees that as adding unnecessary aggression to the situation when none of them were going to attack AJ, they weren't looking at AJ, and none of this is helping. Neither of these interpretations are wrong.

Guess what I'm trying to get at is I'm one person, and having discussions takes more than one willing person.

Moving on, "when you post answers to asks that hold different opinions than you’re own, you often go “you’re valid, but…” and launch into paragraphs upon paragraphs of your opposite opinion rather than truly exploring theirs."

I've thought about this for a while, and maybe I do actually do this but don't realize it. I like to think that I'm engaging with the ideas that people send me, but I dunno, maybe I can be dismissive of things because I have a hard time being objective. That's something I've always struggled with, and I'm sorry if I ever came across as dismissive or didn't fully explore ideas, that's something I can definitely get better at.

As for "why not use your platform to empower other voices and highlight others with different tastes or opinions than you? Different people notice different things about the games. That’s one of the nice things about fandom."

I've done character nights, ship nights, season nights, etc. for about two years, give or take. That's what those nights were about. Usually, I'd put up a poll and we'd all vote on what we wanted to discuss, and then the floor was open for anyone to give their input, and we'd discuss.

I stopped doing them a little while ago because I was burnt out on themed nights. Remembering to make new polls, setting aside part of my weekends to spend hours answering asks the best I could, usually dealing with other projects on top of it all.... it may not seem like it, but god, those nights took a lot out of me. I loved doing it! Having those discussions were some of the best parts of running this blog, but now my new job has me working 40+ hours a week, four days with ten hour shifts and occasionally some overtime on the weekends, I just don't have it in me anymore to do it every single weekend. Not with how tired I am and with all the other projects I'm working on.

That's why I've started testing the waters with these shorter posts of me throwing out ideas or going on mini-rants. They're something simple I can do with no pressure, just me with an empty document getting whatever's on my mind out... and it helps that it feels like my last fuck has just flown away to the heavens to weave itself into the boat god's beard like as he sails among the clouds and stars..... so now I'm gonna talk about whatever I want and the fact that it's my opinion is implied.

I'm sorry if I'm coming off as a little defensive with this part, I tend to get that way whenever people tell me what I should or shouldn't do with my blog, even if they're just trying to be helpful and I don't believe you have any ill intent with your message. I've had this blog for three years now, and I've always had people telling me I shouldn't do character analyses, I should stay in my lane, just write fanfics and do character nights. I should answer more asks otherwise people will think I don't care. I shouldn't write headcanon posts, that's what other blogs do and I'll be taking content away from them. I shouldn't write that one au I've always wanted to because I should be working on [with you]. I shouldn't write anything but [with you.] I shouldn't talk about Violet because I'm a Louis blog.

And that's dumb. All of that is dumb! No one owns the concept of headcanon posts or character analyses! Just like how I don't own the concept of character nights!

Again, my last fuck is lost in Kenny's beard, I don't have it anymore. I'm going to write and analyze whatever I want, when I want, and the best I can do is promise to be better. My inbox is open, I'll try to answer and engage with you guys when I can, I'll keep doing these posts where I ramble about whatever topic is on my mind, and I shouldn't have to put a disclaimer of "This is all my opinion and it's okay if you disagree, I'm not trying to invalidate you" because that's implied.

Before I close out this long response, I do wanna add a thank you for the ask, I do appreciate the constructive criticism. Usually anons that have any problem with me after I talk about Violet will just call me a piece of shit and tell me to delete my blog. Maybe this helped you, maybe it didn't, either way thanks :)

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Encore - POYW - Harry Hook x reader - Part 24 - Sisters

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you and Harry woke up to loud knocks on Harry's room door, you had decided to stay the night at the ship since your room was just so damn warm and Harry's room was nice and cool. You glanced at the clock on Harry's wall and sighed, it seemed you had slept in a bit as the clock read 12:30 pm.

Harry sighed and sat up, standing from the bed and walking over to his door, creaking it open and yelping as he was pushed back by a blonde and red blur “Hi CJ” Harry grunted out, CJ laughing as she pushed off of him and skipped over to you, Harriet entering the room a moment later “Harriet, what do yeh want?”

“We’re stealing your fiancé, (y/n) get dressed, CJ keep Harry down” CJ leaped over your body and slammed down onto Harry, trapping him to the mattress.

“Oi!” Harry snapped, ripping his arm out of CJ’s grip and pushing her face, glaring at Harriet as she walked over to you and pulled you out of the bed “No! She's mine! Leave ‘er alone!”

CJ and Harriet shared a dangerous smile and CJ pinned Harry to the bed again “Quick get her dressed so we can escape!” Harry let out a snarl as you quietly laughed, grabbing a red shirt and black jeans. Stepping into your bathroom to quickly get dressed, popping your head back out to grab a bra and socks.

You sluggishly got dressed and stepped back out to the bedroom to put your shoes on, laughing again as Harriet and CJ held Harry down to the floor, CJ sitting on his back and arms as Harriet held down his legs.

“Okay okay, don’t kill him, he is a good pillow, and I’d rather not lose the warmth” Harry pouted at you as his sisters snickered and got off him.

“Oh, no ‘oh please don’t kill Harry, I love him’ or ‘please don’t kill Harry, I'd rather not lose him’ no all I get is ‘I’m a good pillow’? really?” you let out a quiet laugh and finished zipping up your boots, leaning down to kiss Harry's cheek and ruffling his hair.

“Yep, and I’ll be back later, bye!” CJ dragged you out of the room, Harriet closing the door behind her as Harry continued to pout.

-

A few hours later, you sat outside an ice cream parlor, spooning (fav ice cream) into your mouth as CJ sipped at her chocolate and mint shake with Oreos. Harriet walked out of the shop with her fresh waffle cone strawberry cheesecake and sat down next to you, licking her lips slightly.

“You’re welcome” you chuckled, smiling teasingly as Harriet glared at you before she stuck a spoon into the ice cream and shoved it in her mouth, CJ continuing to enjoy her shake. “So other than the reason you gave earlier” that being them just wanting to hang out because they hardly got to hang out with you “Why did you want to hang out with me today?”

“We have to pick up my suit and CJ’s dress from the tailor, thought you might want to see ‘em or something” Harriet muttered, keeping her eyes on her ice cream.

You hummed and nodded, you would like to see them, to make sure they worked with what you had planned. “Sounds fun, what time is pick up?”

Harriet pulled out her phone “at two, it's one now so we got about an hour but the place is pretty far away from here, so-“ Harriet turned to you and raised her brow “-you mind driving us there, after we finish?”

You nodded, spooning the last of your ice cream in your mouth and tossing the cup into the trash “Sure”

-

You couldn’t help the grin on your face as CJ stepped out of the dressing room, she admired herself in the tall mirror, spinning around and her scarlet skirt flaring with her. Her black top was detailed with lace and was separated from her high waisted skirt that stopped just above her knees. “Look’s amazing CJ, I think we picked the perfect one for you” you hummed, laughing as CJ bounded over to you and slammed into your side as she sat next to you.

“I think this is the first time she's worn a dress and actually liked it” Harriet huffed, smirking at you and CJ as CJ discovered the pockets on her skirt. The tailor came out from the back, handing Harriet a maroon and black suit and gesturing to the dressing room.

The tailor gave you and CJ a smile and went back to the front to tend to her other customers. You and CJ talked about the wedding plans as Harriet changed, and a few minutes later Harriet emerged from the dressing room. her suit jacket was maroon and her dress shirt and pants were black. CJ wolf-whistled, standing and bounding over to her sister, grinning up at her “Wow Hettie, you look amazing!”

Harriet gave a shy smile and nodded, looking down at her jacket and pulling down the sleeves “Thanks, I think it turned out good” you grinned and that and stood, walking over to the girls and tugging at the lapels of Harriet's jacket.

“It turned out great, it's perfect…thank you, both of you. I know we don’t really interact much but thank you for trusting me with your brother, I know how protective you both are over him” Harriet and CJ smiled, Harriet pulling you in for a side hug as CJ wrapped her arms around your waist.

“Thank you for taking care of him, I never thought he’d find someone like you, but I’m glad he did. I can't wait to call you our sister” CJ nodded in agreement, and squeezed your waist, pulling back and walking to the dressing room to change back into her clothes.

“Let's go get something to eat! Im starving!” You and Harriet shared a look and shook your heads.

“That’s CJ for ya, always hungry” Harriet laughed, sitting down on the couch and waiting for CJ to be done changing so she could do the same.

“yep…Taco Bell sound good?”

“Hell yeah”

-

Harry started as a cold sensation pressed against his cheek and he quickly sat up, looking behind him to see you, smiling down at him and holding a cup filled with Pepsi “I got Taco Bell for you” Harry grinned and took the soda, drawing his legs in from the couch to let you sit down next to him and taking the paper bag from you as you handed it to him.

“Thank yeh love” Harry purred, taking out the cheese rolls and humming, he hadn’t eaten yet that day so he was very happy to finally have something in his belly.

“You’re welcome~” you sang back, taking (food) out of the bag and unwrapping it, biting down on it and turning to pay attention to the tv, where Harry had turned on Captain America; The First Avenger. “Good choice”

Harry just hummed around his food, pulling you into his side and the two of you settled down to watch the movie.

-

“hard ta believe we’re getting married in twenty days” Harry chuckled, helping you put away the washed dishes from dinner. You stopped, looking up at the calendar on the wall and laughing.

May 2nd, wow it really was only twenty days from today. “Well how bout that” you murmured, closing the dishwasher and starting it, walking over to Harry and wrapping your arms around him, setting your chin on his shoulder “Only twenty days till you’re mine forever” Harry laughed and turned in your grip, pressing a soft kiss to your lips and nose.

“Only twenty days till I can finally call yeh Mrs. Hook” Harry purred back, lifting you off your feet and spinning you around, setting you back down and pressing one last kiss to your nose. “I love yeh” Harry whispered, closing his eyes and pressing his forehead to yours.

“I love you too” you hummed back, kissing his jaw and slipping out of his arms, going over to the fridge grabbing two ice cream sandwiches, and tossing one to Harry, nodding towards the living room “one more movie?” Harry grinned and nodded, walking in and jumping over the couch, bouncing his leg as he waited for you.

“Oh, by the way,” Harry started, curling his arm around your shoulder as you sat next to him and curling into his side “All the invitations got sent out.” You perked up at that and swallowed down the bite of ice cream.

“Awesome! Did you keep one?“ Harry smirked and nodded, standing from the couch and walking into the kitchen, grabbing a card from the counter and walking back over to you, handing you the card and sitting down as you admired the invitation.

“I still love it, I think we picked a good design” Harry nodded in agreement, leaning over your shoulder slightly to look at the invitation.

The top was printed with watercolor waves at sunset, the bottom blocked with gold with white lettering detailing the date, time, and place of your wedding.

 “only twenty days” Harry hummed, picking up the remote and turning on another movie, curling his arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his side, smiling as you cuddled into him and rested your head in the crook of his neck. “twenty days” you echoed, raising your brow slightly as the movie began to play. “Hook?”

“aye…what it’s a good movie!”

-end of part 24-

Note; I was writing this on the 2nd so that’s why the fic says “twenty days” instead of nineteen

24 parts! Woow!!! And the next part will be on the 22nd! The wedding! After the wedding, this series will officially be finished and the OG part of your world will be over! 😊 thank you all so much for coming with me on this journey and sticking with me through my horrible 2018-2019 writing. Again I will be rewriting Part of your world and Reprise because I want to (and rewriting some parts of Encore because the first 10-15 parts are fucking awful) and I’ll be starting on it after I finish encore, but I probably won't start posting until Rewrite(AU) D3 is finished so im not working on a thousand stories at once.

So Part of your world 2.0 will be coming after Finale - Rewrite is concluded so I can focus solely on POYW 2.0 :3 again thank you all so much for reading and soon, Mr. and Mrs. Hook will soon be introduced~!!!

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J/D Drabble 44 is that my shirt?

“Is that my shirt?” from this post. 

A Bartlet for America era Josh/Donna for you!

“If you’re gonna piss off the dairy farmers, doesn’t it look a little hypocritical to have a photo op of your guy eating ice cream at one of ‘em?” Toby mutters.

They’re at one of New Hampshire’s oldest family-owned dairy farms, partly in an attempt to smooth things over with the dairy farmers in question, but partly as a quick trip home for the Governor to reunite with his family for an afternoon.

Josh shrugs. “Maybe. Maybe not.” He catches a runaway drip of his ice cream cone before it hits his hand. “But we get some ice cream out of the deal, though.”

“You had to get a triple scoop?” Donna asks, thrusting a few napkins at Josh. “That thing is going to topple any second.”

“Well, we’re making amends with the dairy farmers, Donnatella, I thought it best to ingratiate myself the best way I know how.”

Donna sighs. “By attempting the world record for the largest number of ice cream scoops on one cone?”

“Ah, yes, call Guinness, my three paltry scoops are definitely worth evaluating,” Josh says dryly. 

Donna bites into her waffle cone as Josh and Toby head toward Sam, who also seems to have missed the memo on ‘responsible number of ice cream scoops to ask for at a photo-op’. Ever since she returned, things have been moving at a breakneck speed. The convention is just a week away, and sometimes she wonders how she’s even allowed to be near the Governor of New Hampshire, let alone Presidential candidate.

She heads toward the trash can to dispose of the napkins that surrounded the last of her waffle cone, then reaches into her purse to pull out some wipes that she stole from the barbecue restaurant in Memphis a few weeks back. Suddenly, she feels someone bump into her from the side and notices something cold and sticky dripping down her waist.

By the time she looks down, the person responsible is gone. But there’s a  circular brown stain on her ribcage and a scoop of something chocolatey at her feet. She throws her head back and groans to no one in particular as her mind races in dozens of different directions.

“What happened here?” Josh asks, hearing her distress signal and approaching, a smug grin on his face. “It seems that someone is…”

“Don’t you start,” she interrupts. “Some kid ran into me. I had Oreo ice cream for this exact reason. My blouse is white!”

Josh does his best to keep from laughing, but he can’t hold it in. “Did you at least bring a spare…”

Donna walks away from him, frustrated, and heads toward the campaign bus.

He runs after her. “Donna, come on, I didn’t mean…”

She spins around as they approach the door of the bus. “You’re not helping. Stay here,” she commands. She sees him open his mouth to argue, but he quickly closes it and does as she asks. 

Donna gets on the bus and heads toward the back, where she’s hung Josh’s spare shirt. She unbuttons her blouse and looks at the camisole underneath, thankful that it somehow managed to avoid getting too much ice cream on it. She wipes it down with a napkin and puts her blouse in the bag she brought anticipating Josh’s seemingly inevitable ice cream disaster before buttoning and tying off Josh’s shirt at the waist. It’s a little big on her, of course, but it looks better than wearing a shirt with a stain of unknown (at least to anyone but her) origin. 

Against her better judgment, she pulls the collar toward her and inhales. The shirt is freshly dry cleaned, but somehow it still smells like Josh. Donna feels a little self-conscious all of a sudden, realizing how much she’s enjoying wearing his shirt. It’s a little ridiculous, how big this crush has gotten, but in her own defense, she didn’t anticipate being the one in need of a change of clothes. With Mandy newly out of the picture, her feelings have gotten just a little more unbearable lately, and this is absolutely the last thing she needed.

Josh and CJ are talking at the doors of the bus when she emerges. She sees Josh’s eyebrows shoot up from behind his sunglasses. “Is that my shirt?”

“It is,” she confirms, attempting to act nonchalant. 

“You’re wearing my shirt.”

“So it seems.” She opens her purse back up, resuming her search for the wipes for Josh’s hands.

“If you wanted to wear my clothes that badly, all you had to do was ask, you know. You didn’t have to stage an elaborate…”

She knows he’s joking. They joke like this all the time. But suddenly, she can feel her heartbeat in her ears, drowning out the rest of the sentence. Donna looks up at him, and he trails off. 

This certainly wasn’t her wisest decision. Before she can stop it, she imagines waking up early and cooking breakfast in Josh’s favorite Harvard t-shirt, the look on his face when he wakes up similar to the one he has now. She imagines snuggling up to him on a winter night wearing his Mets sweatshirt. She thinks about what it would be like to wear his Mike Piazza jersey, just to drive him a little insane. She takes a deep breath, steadying herself as much as she can as they stare at each other. She’s finding it more and more difficult to look him in the eye.

“See, Leo, I told you they could find it in their hearts to forgive me,” Governor Bartlet declares, interrupting the moment Josh and Donna seem to be having.

“We’ll see when the next round of polls come out,” Leo grumbles from behind him and ascending the stairs to the bus.

Josh follows quickly, leaving Donna to process what just happened. 

He’s definitely not going to get this shirt back.

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Midnight Shift: Singer's Blood

Summary: Something wicked might have come to the Burger King. Either that, or someone really needs deodorant

wc: 1.7k

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"And just like that? I'm in your game?"

"Eh, 'just like that' is like not it, Gucci, but basically. Yeah, dude," I watched as sprite mini-me walked all over the map — a pixelated version of East Laddle's last remaining Burger King, complete with a rat king decomposing in the parking lot and Not Kevin's monster of a car covering an old blood stain.

"Call me Gucci again and I'll burn down your secret edibles stash"

"Nah, dude. The invitation for your family's gala was written in gold, and the card was imported from France. I think I'm entitled, yeah?" I rolled my eyes and cursed as the date to Alice's stupid party drew to a close. Two more days before the humans unknowingly walked into a vampire lair.  

It was cliché to say that I just wanted to be a normal kid, and there was a part of me that would be happy to explain everything I felt with the cliché. But I knew that wasn't it — spending a decade in high school made you realize how stifling normal could be. What I truly wanted was to be left alone; I was fed up of Alice treating my like one of her dolls and everyone enabling her. I was tired of having no thought that was truly for myself and Edward violating my privacy on a whim. It hurt to see Rosalie go from a doting mother to a distant figure when I no longer looked like a child, much like it hurt to see Bella see me as an extension of her beloved husband. 

Being able to hear all of them have sex only made everything much worse.

"Whatever. Just show me my final boss form. You said your roommate was hardcore into Junji Ito"

"Alright, but we only have the concept art for it, though. Abby got super pissed at us for smoking her artisanal weed, so she's not like making the sprite until we get her more, 'kay?" Straight Kevin minimized the game and navigated through his discord server. I left him to his search so I could refill my mello yello; it was always a good shift when Gay Kevin and Not Kevin were away from the store. They were objectively entertaining men, but they also got a little too intense about work here. Neither would let us blow off work in favour of our personal projects. 

Not since Wrestlemania Condimentalooza.

I slurped at my drink and absentmindedly wiped at the counter. Straight Kevin had his phone hooked to our sound system and he was blasting his playlist. His taste in music was…was one would call eclectic if one was feeling charitable – and boy, did I feel like I was making a million dollar donation. In the past hour alone, we had listened to swedish rap, some Nancy Sinatra, Blackpink, Tibetan throat singing, quebecois death metal, and Maroon 5. 

Fucking Maroon 5. 

But none of that compared to the song that was currently playing. It was less of an auditory experience, less of a musical treat, and more like being forcefully turned into a robot that was in the middle of short circuiting. Not only could you feel the beat, but you could see it too. It looked like flashing lights, and I was certain in that moment, that if it continued I would soon be able to taste sound.

And it was during that assault of my senses that I smelled it. Something unlike anything I had ever smelled before and an immeasurable sense of dread washed over me. The pit in my stomach felt like a black hole as I stood ramrod straight and saw a man I had never seen before enter the building alongside Jeremiah.

Nothing about him particularly stood out. He looked like any other white guy that just got out of the office. He was tall though, taller than anyone else here. Not unnaturally tall, mind you, but...something about his aura felt dangerous. I was on edge and no longer breathing, was this how it felt to be near il tuo cantante?

I made eye contact with the man and tried to place the smell, the flavour of it. It didn't taste enticing, if anything the rat king out back called to me more than the man did. But if this was what Bella smelled like when she was human, I had many questions for Edward.

"How's it hanging, Carrot top? Still working on that game, I see Shaggy," Jerimiah appeared oblivious of my behavior. Then again, glaring to our customers wasn't uncommon for me.

I looked away from the man and I saw Jerimiah set up a chess game on his table. Oh no.

"My man C.J. here is buying me lunch, so you can tell your anxious manager not to have a panic attack over more 'non-paying customers'"

"Nah, it's all cool, dude. Kev and Not Kev are on a supply run. Another of our suppliers dropped us like a hot potato"

"Cello beach, that's what they say, no?" Jeremiah shrugged and the man tilted his head.

"C'est la vie?" He questioned using a register of voice I had not expected. I hated it.

"Languages were never my thing. Math, now that's my jam," he dropped onto his chair and I decided I needed to clear my airways. I needed to get out of here. 

Now.

"Kev, take their order. I'm going to deal with the raccoons"

I didn't even wait for a response before I hauled ass out of there. Luckily, I had enough self control to not vampire yeet myself. 

Once outside I took a deep breath.

It was a deeply offensive smell, but at least it was a familiar one. Trash, raccoons, and decay, baby. 

Though, on second breath. Way less raccoons than last week. Significantly less. Maybe Gay Kevin had finally bested them, which shame if true. 

I leaned on the dumpster and tried to focus. It was important for me to figure out what the hell was going on, because damn if some paper pusher was the reason we left East Laddle. The Cullens would jump at the opportunity to decrease my autonomy if I ate some guy. 

Which, yeah. Murder shouldn't be taken lightly, but I'd never be able to have as much freedom as I did now.

God, it'd be fucked. They'd make me go back to school and somehow rationalize that decision as a good one. Somehow surrounding me with hundreds of humans after murdering one would make sense because they'd be there to keep an eye on me...

I was getting sidetracked again, back to the matter at hand. 

About three things I was absolutely positive. First, that man stank. Second, there was a part of me – and I didn’t know how potent that part might be – that wanted to murder him in cold blood. And third, I was deeply and irrationally terrified of him.

A trash can fell over with a loud clang and a empty jug of bleach rolled pass my feet. My eyes widened in realization – Jake had once told me that to him, the smell of vampires made his nose burn. It was an unpleasant odor that clung to everything a vampire touched. Similarly, Alice had gone on at length at how much she didn't like how the shifters smelled like.

The man didn't smell like a shifter, which only served to make me more uneasy. He clearly wasn't a vampire, his eyes were bright blue and I heard his heart beat, but my nose felt like burning back there. 

The more I stood in our nearly empty garbage zone, the more questions I had. The last time I felt this level of terror, the freaking Volturi had crossed the Atlantic to personally execute me. It was horrifying.

And exciting. This was something new and unheard of, a break from the monotony of the past 15 years. I needed to solve this mystery and I needed to do it stat. Not only because this was potentially life threatening – and I didn't mean just the vampires, whatever that man was could be a danger to the whole town – but also because the moment the Cullens found out about it, we'd be out the Minnesota, nay, the States, before I could even think to protest. 

I was so not letting the Cullens ruin this for me. This could be my Riverdale moment; Betty who? Resentment Cannibal was on the case. 

...

Ok. That was a bit cringe, but fuck it. I walked back in to the building with a mission in mind. I also washed by hands with our heavy duty soap for at least 20 seconds.

"–that incident he got kicked from kitchen duties. Which sucked, cuz CJ has some wicked knife skills," Jeremiah's voice carried to the back of the kitchen and I mentally prepared myself to go back to ground zero. 

"How didn't you notice the taste? Catfish smell so bad when you rupture their guts"

I walked to our registers just in time to see the man shrug. The chess game was still on going and they had pushed another table besides Jeremiah's to make space for the food. There was only one meal on the tray.

"You should have seen Tammy's face. She wanted to blow up so bad, but she couldn't because Susan was there," Jeremiah pitched his voice up and put on the worst British accent I had heard in my life, "'Oh, it's fine Mr. Singer. No big deal. Not a problem. Honest mistake. Happens to everyone!'" 

He took a bite from his burger before continuing. "That woman is so gone on CJ it makes her look stupid."

The man made a face while Straight Kevin laughed.

"She isn't 'gone' on me"

"'Oh Mr. Singer, is that a new coat? Did you do something new with you hair, it looks spiffing! What a nice strong man you are,'" Straight Kevin dissolved into giggles while Jeremiah kept up his imitation. "You have to tell her your taken, man. For all of our sakes"

I stepped forward to join the conversation, when my phone blew up, vibrating as if its life depended on it. I would have ignore it, but the notifications just kept coming. The three men looked back at me.

Fuck.

I fumbled as I took the phone out from my pocket and I checked the messages, all of the Cullens had send me a text and they all said the same thing.

Family emergency. Alice had a vision. Come home.

Double fuck.