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zepskies · 1 year ago
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Take Me Home - Part 9
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Pairing: Beau Arlen x F. Reader 
Summary: You are another lost soul at Sunny Day Excursions. You’re aiming to settle in Helena, Montana, where Beau Arlen is the new sheriff in town. But you’ve both got a past you’re running from. 
AN: We’ve made it, friends. 🥹 But stay tuned, I have a special announcement after the end of this chapter.~
Word Count: 4.1K
Tags/Warnings: Fluff, angst, hurt/comfort
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Part 9: A Choice to Make
There was a man in your bed.
You were pleased to discover that, although your kidnapping of two days ago hadn’t been a dream, being held warm and secure in someone’s arms this morning wasn’t either.
After slowly blinking awake, you looked up from a familiar freckled shoulder to find Beau’s peaceful face. His hair was a floppy mess, his mouth parted in sleep. It made you smile.
His arm was heavy around your waist. It was nice, but you contemplated how you were going to get over to the bathroom and freshen up; maybe fix your hair, brush your teeth, put a little makeup on…
You were careful in how you grasped his hand. You were about to try and peel his arm off without waking him.
“If my alarm hasn’t gone off, means it ain’t morning yet,” Beau rumbled with his eyes still closed.
You stifled a laugh, but you tried again to pull his arm away. He held you to him tighter.
“Where you think you’re goin’?” he asked. His southern drawl was thicker when he was sleepy.
You giggled lightly and rested back against his bare chest in defeat.
“Was gonna try and fix myself up a little, before you saw me in the raw light of day,” you confessed.
You’d caught a glimpse of the yellowing bruise on your cheek last night in the bathroom mirror. It wasn’t a pretty sight. You weren’t really sure how Beau could see past it.
But at your words, Beau finally cracked his eyes open. He made a show of glancing up and down your body, clad in just your black silk camisole. He couldn’t see the rest of you under the blankets, but what he did see, he liked quite a lot—aside from the parts of you that were still healing.  
“You look just right to me,” he remarked, tugging at a strand of your wild, likely knotted hair. “Damn beautiful too.”
Your smile of amusement grew, along with your blush. 
“Flatterer,” you accused. Though you rolled off his arm, fearing you were cutting off his circulation. You moved onto his chest instead, where he held you by your waist and you rested your head over his steady-beating heart.
“Nope. That’s the truth, darlin’,” he said, with a deep sigh. You didn’t see the way his eyes closed in contentment. He knew he’d have to get back into work today, not to mention check on Emily and Carla. For now though, he could focus on this. On you.
“Where do we go from here?” you asked. It was a mere whisper against his skin, but he heard you just fine. It was a good question.
“Eggs or pancakes?” he posed.
You smiled, but you shoved at his shoulder.
“You know what I mean,” you said wryly.
Beau’s resulting deep breath raised you as well. He nodded, brushing your hair back away from your face. You pushed up enough to look up at him.
He gave you a quirking smile.
“I want this to stick,” he admitted. “I wanna take you on a proper date and make it official.”
You smiled back at him. “I’d like that.”
“Okay,” he nodded. “We’re in agreement.”
But you didn’t realize that anything official would take more time than either of you thought. 
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Two weeks later, you returned to the precinct with another basket, this one full of snickerdoodle cookies for the whole squad. Poppernak was especially excited when you handed them over to him.
Beau must’ve heard your voice, because he came out of his office to greet you with a broad smile.
“Well, hey there,” he said. You went to him with a smile of your own, but you waited until he’d led you into his office by the small of your back.
Once he shut the door behind him, he pulled you close by the waist and greeted you with a proper kiss. You didn’t even mind the scratch of his beard against your chin. You just caressed his cheek and met him with as much as he gave.
But all too soon, the kiss dimmed to embers, your lips parting softly from his. He thumbed at your cheek.
“To what do I owe this little visit?” he asked.
“Nothing really,” you said. He sat on the edge of his desk, and you followed him, standing between his legs. His hand stayed comfortable on your hip. You toyed with the top button near his collar.
“Fall semester is starting up in a couple of weeks. I don’t have too much of the summer left,” you said. “I’m trying to be ready but…I don’t know.”
You were a bit nervous about it. After the ordeal of this past month, you’d started seeing a therapist to work through some of that trauma. Sometimes you had nightmares, found it hard to focus on things during the day. You worried that it would affect your work once your classes started up.
Beau knew what that thinly veiled worry in your eyes meant; you’d confided in him after your first therapy session a few days ago. He had been supportive, and even somewhat open to your suggestion that he see a professional himself, for the things he still held deep inside.
“The rocky summer’s almost over,” he encouraged, squeezing your hip. “You’re gonna do great, sweetheart.”
You thanked him with a smile, though your fingers became more gripping on his shirt.
“There is something else that’s kinda bothering me,” you said.
Beau grabbed your hand and held it. “What’s that?”
You leveled him with a knowing look.
“I’m just curious on what we’re doing exactly,” you said. “Considering you still haven’t asked me out ‘officially official.’”
Beau’s lips pressed together with a guilty sort of smile.
“Okay, yes, I’ve been working on that,” he said. 
You laughed incredulously. “What’s to work on? It’s a simple question. I promise you, I have a simple answer.”
“But it’s not quite that simple,” he said. That made you pause, along with the sobered look on his face. You slipped your hand out of his and crossed your arms.
“What do you mean, Beau?” you asked.
He grasped your arms gently and let out a deep breath.
“Okay. I just talked with Carla last night,” he said.
It wasn’t a great way to kick things off if he wanted to reassure you. He seemed to know that, and so he spoke quickly.
“After everything that’s happened, she’s thinking of selling the house and taking Emily back to Houston,” he said.
Your face fell with shock. You laid a hand on his chest; to steady him or yourself, you didn’t know which.
“Oh wow,” you uttered.
“Yeah,” he nodded. He dragged a hand over his mouth. You had a feeling this news had been keeping him up at night.
But, you had to voice a thought that began to make your stomach churn with unease.
“Are you…would you move back too?” you asked.
Beau met your gaze with a conflicted one of his own.
“Besides the fact that I got a lot of ghosts in Houston, there are important reasons why I should stay. Why I want to stay,” he said. He picked up your hand again and held it with both of his. “But I also want and need to be there for my daughter.”
You nodded, even as tears burned in your eyes. You knew how hard this time was for Emily right now. What she needed was stability. She needed her father.
“I don’t know what to do here,” Beau admitted.
It was hard, but you breathed through your upset and tried to reign in your tears. You met his gaze and squeezed his hand back.
“You know what I want,” you said, “but you need to do what you think is best. Both for Emily, and for yourself.”
“That’s not an easy question to answer,” he said.
You shook your head. “It might not be, but that’s where we are.”
Your eyes fell to your joined hands, until Beau propped a finger under your chin, guiding your face back up to his. He gave you a kiss that was supposed to be sweet, and comforting.
He only succeeded for the moment.
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“Oh God, it’s like I don’t even know you!” you exclaimed. Though you were still laughing.
Beau raised a finger in protest. “Hey, I stand by pineapple on pizza—”
“Alone, Dad. You stand alone,” Emily said. She had a recorder app going on her phone, placed between the three of you in your living room. This marked Episode 1 of her podcast, and already it was going off the rails.
“It ain’t that bad. That’s all I’m saying,” he laughed, holding up placating hands. “Pizza is pizza.”
“Said the human garbage disposal,” you smirked. “Where do you put that one, in your second or third stomach?”
“Nah, the fourth one,” he said, patting said stomach. “It’s got the most room. Very handy at a buffet. Or at Donno’s diner when he puts out the weekly specials.”
You laughed. Beau grinned. Emily made a face of disgust.
“Okay, gross,” she said. “Moving on to the next question.”
“How many you got there anyway?” Beau asked, reaching for the piece of paper she’d printed off with all of these “Questions for Couples.” He’d caught sight of a few spicy ones on there that he’d rather not be asked by his daughter, let alone put on record.
Emily snatched the paper away before he could take it from her.
“Okay, next. What’s the first thing you noticed about each other when you met?” she read off.
You and Beau glanced at each other with curious smiles. That was something neither of you had talked about just yet.
“How about for you?” Emily directed her question at you first. You blinked wider eyes.
“Oh! Um…” you trailed. Beau crossed his arms, adopting a sly, expectant smile. You bit your lip to avoid laughing in embarrassment.
“Okay, well, as you know, we met on that camping trip. If I remember right, I saw him from behind first,” you recalled.
“Liked what you saw, huh?” he teased. You laughed and tried not to blush in embarrassment.
“I noticed how tall he was. I wondered if a mountain man was coming to join us,” you quipped. Beau’s smile kicked up a notch. “But it wasn’t until he turned around, and I saw his handsome face…for me, it was his eyes.”
You were a bit bashful to admit that, but when you looked over at Beau, said handsome face had softened a touch. His hand snuck behind you to settle at the curve of your waist, stroking a thumb along your back.
“And for you, Dad?” Emily asked.
You shot him an expectant look. Beau cleared his throat, looking between his daughter and back to you. Then his smile returned.
“Well, I noticed right off the bat that she was beautiful, of course.”
“Good answer,” Emily nodded, laughing a little. You couldn’t help blushing.
Beau slipped his hand off your waist to come up and brush your cheek instead.
“For me though, it was her smile that did me in,” he said. “She looked up at me, and I uh…yeah. That got me. Was thinking about her for a while after Cassie and I left the camp.”
With that admission, you found yourself melting further. You looked down at your folded hands in your lap, trying to save face, but Beau wouldn’t have it. He took one of your hands in his, brought it up to his lips, and pressed a kiss over your knuckles, making your face warm up further.
Emily watched you both in amusement. She smirked at the next question listed on the page.
“Okay, who pays on dates? Is it Dad every time?” she asked.
Your expression turned dry as you glanced at Beau.
“Well, I wouldn’t know, considering we haven’t been on a real date yet,” you remarked. 
Beau gave a tight smile.
“All right,” he said. “Next question, please.”
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A couple of days later, you crossed paths with Carla by chance while you were getting office supplies. She was getting moving boxes. There was a stack of them in her cart.
After exchanging some painful small talk, you heeded a gut instinct that had you offering to buy her lunch. So the two of you went to a café in the same plaza, where you each had a sandwich and fries.
“Can I ask you something?” you said.
Carla smiled, taking another fry. “You mean can you ask me something uncomfortable?”
You stifled an awkward laugh. She really was a good lawyer.
“Yeah, that,” you said.
“Sure,” she replied.
You stared back at her for a moment, steeling yourself. You both knew what this was about to be. It was a conversation weeks in the making, but it didn’t make it any easier to begin.
You decided to peel off the Band-Aid.
“Do you still love him?” you asked. You knew you didn’t have to specify whom. Carla sighed and set down her iced tea.
“In a way,” she replied. “I’ll always care about Beau, and I want him to be happy, I do. This has all just been…too much.”
“I understand that,” you said.  
Carla hid it well, but there was pain behind her eyes as she looked away. Your heart broke for her a bit. She’d barely been remarried a year before this hellish summer uprooted her entire life.
Now she and her daughter were living in a big empty house that was meant to be for three. Carla had just finished telling you about her plans to sell it, but that also implied that she and Emily were moving.
“Part of this is my fault, I know,” said Carla. “I’m the one who married a man like Avery—”
You gently stopped her with a hand on her wrist. You met her gaze with empathy.
“What he did, and what happened after, that wasn’t your fault,” you said. “I know what it’s like to be with a man who lies.”
It took her a moment, but Carla accepted that with a slow nod. You took your hand back, and once again, you tried to gain your courage to dive into deeper waters.
“I also understand that you have to do what you feel is right for Emily, but…”
Carla met you with a more wry tilt of her head. “Let me guess. You don’t think we should leave Montana?”
Your gaze fell. “I know it’s not really my place to say—”
“And if it was?” she countered.
Your lips pressed together. Well, if she wanted to hear your opinion, then she would have it.
“Look, Carla, I was with Emily through the worst of it,” you said. “I know very well what she’s been through. But another out-of-state move when she’d just started getting acclimated, possibly separating her from her father, is that the right call?”
“You’re assuming Beau would stay. For you?” Carla asked. Her words were pointed. Sharp enough to cut you.
“I won’t lie. I don’t want to lose him…but despite his responsibilities here as Sheriff, I suspect he might leave if you asked him to. If it was for his daughter,” you said. Letting out a breath, you looked down at your folded hands on the table. “I love Emily. I want him to do what’s right for her. But selfishly, I want him to take care of himself too.”
Carla considered that, and you, with a nod.
The two of you continued sipping your iced teas for a while in silence.
When you asked for the check, the server informed you that Carla had already paid for it.
The woman gave you a parting smile before she left. You weren’t sure if she’d done it to treat you, or just to win.
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That same night, Carla invited Beau over for dinner with her and Emily. It was pizza Friday, like they used to do as a family.
It was familiar, but different now.
They all were different.
Carla asked them to join her in the living room afterwards, with Emily sitting in a lounge chair while her parents sat on the couch. Beau wasn’t sure what Carla was up to, but he was going along with it.
She took in a deep breath, folding her hands in her lap, and focused on her daughter.
“Em, I need to ask you something.”
The girl looked confused, and a little apprehensive at this point.
“O-kay…”
“I know this past month has been…hard for all of us,” said Carla. “Especially for you, sweetheart.”
She took Emily’s hand.
“You know I think it’s best that we go back to Houston,” said Carla. Emily dimmed at that, and her mother could see it. It pained Carla inside to come to a realization…
“But, I think maybe I made that decision for me, not for you,” she said. She had to blink back the sting of tears. “So, what I’m asking is, do you want to go…or do you want to stay here in Montana?”
Beau glanced over at his ex-wife in surprise. He’d never known Carla to change her mind on anything. But now, now he had hope.
He tried not to show any of that to his daughter though. This was up to her now, and he would support whatever she said next.
“R-Really? I get to choose?” Emily asked. She had the beginnings of tears in her eyes as she looked between her parents. 
Carla nodded, attempting a smile through her own tears. “Yes. I, and I’m sure your father, want to do what’s best for you here. What do you want to do?”
Emily considered the question. Yeah, she missed her friends back at school in Houston. They still texted and kept in touch through social media all the time, but she knew it wasn’t the same.
She hadn’t been happy about moving to Montana at first…but after meeting Cassie and Denise, helping them with their cases—it made Emily feel like she was doing work that mattered. That something she did really, truly mattered, and would help people. That was a cool feeling.
Also, she’d met you. She’d begun to find a kind of older sister in you. Someone who encouraged her projects and her creative side without thinking it was too weird, or too annoying. And of course, she could see what you meant to her dad now.
Besides all that though, she just had this gut feeling. Like going back to Houston would be like going backwards.
Emily’s lower lip wobbled. She tried to stop it, but her emotions bubbled over.
“I like it here,” she admitted. “I…I want to stay.”
Beau welcomed his daughter over into a warm hug between them on the couch. Carla rubbed her back and nodded.
“Okay,” she said. “Then we’ll do that.”
They stayed like that for a while. Until eventually, the teen wanted to go back to editing her podcast. She was getting a hang of the editing software, and she wanted to post it online by the end of the week.
“Okay, but I want to hear the final cut before that gets released into cyberspace,” Beau called after her when she ran off into her room.
Carla shook her head and wiped her face dry.
“I still can’t believe you let her record you,” she said with a laugh.
“You and me both,” Beau admitted. If you hadn’t cajoled him into it, he probably wouldn’t have.
And the thought of you had him smiling to himself, more warmly. He’d couldn’t wait to call you…but no, this was something he should tell you in person. He turned to Carla.
“You’re sure about this? About staying?” he asked.
She nodded with a sigh. “We’ll just downsize to a smaller house. Though I will need you to keep sharing more of the custody responsibilities with Emily, presuming you’re able to get out of that trailer of yours.”
Beau wanted to argue that there was nothing wrong with his trailer (sure, it was a bit small. They’d been managing just fine). But as to not look a gift horse-in-the-mouth, all he did was nod in agreement.
“I’ll work on that,” he said.
“Thank you. Beau, I’m grateful for you,” Carla said. Her eyes were honest. “You gave me our daughter. And I’m glad you’ve gotten better, that you’ve been able to work through some of your issues. I think your girlfriend has had something to do with that.”
A smile quirked at Beau’s lips, and he nodded.
“That she has,” he said.
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After his shift the following day, Beau met you at the end of your painting lesson at the local art studio. Everyone was starting to pack up their painting supplies. He managed to come up from behind and surprise you.
He tapped you on one shoulder, but appeared on your other side, pressing a kiss to your cheek. He laughed in light of your gasp.
“Hey, baby,” he greeted.
You narrowed your eyes at him in amusement.
“Hey, yourself,” you replied. “Good timing! I just finished.”
While you gathered up your supplies, Beau admired your latest painting that was still drying on the canvas. He whistled lowly.
It was a landscape of Mount Helena. There was mist near its mountain peaks, and dense trees at its base, and wide plains of green, dotted by a couple of horses ranging free.
You swiveled toward him in your chair and looked up at him with a smile. The same one that caught his eye when he met you.
“After everything, everything, I don’t regret coming here,” you said. Your voice shook a little, and your eyes shone with emotion. You stood from your seat and slipped your hand into his. “This is still the place where I got the courage to start over. And it’s where I met you.”
Beau’s face softened.
“So no matter what you decide to do,” you said, “I won’t ever regret knowing you, Beau Arlen.”
His own smile crinkled the corners of his eyes then. He swept a gentle thumb across your cheek.
“I came to tell you that Carla and Emily are staying in Montana,” he said. “So am I.”
You sucked in a trembling breath. Your tears bubbled over and fell, but his hands were there to catch them, framing your face.
“But aside from all that,” he said, with a note of humor gleaming in his eyes. “I’d really, really, like to ask you out to dinner tonight. Call it ‘officially official.’”
You laughed and smiled so bright. You nodded and let him pull you into a warm embrace. He just surprised you by hefting you into his arms next. You yelped and clung to his shoulders.
Your art instructor, as well as a couple of lesson goers remaining in the studio, clapped and whooped and laughed at the way he started carrying you towards the exit.
“Wait, wait, go back! My stuff!” you said, gesturing at your workstation.
Beau graciously backed up so you could grab your bag of paint supplies and your canvas from the easel. It was a little awkward, but you both laughed as he tried to angle you out the door of the studio. He started walking you down the sidewalk.
“Where’re you taking me? My car’s that way,” you pointed in the opposite direction.
“I believe I asked you to dinner,” said Beau, with a teasing grin. “I don’t wanna waste no time.”
You wanted to point out that your hands were stained with paint, and you weren’t dressed for a date in your jeans and plain sweater, and this wasn’t exactly what you meant by asking you out…but maybe you didn’t need a “color-coded list” for everything.
Maybe you could let yourself be a little spontaneous for once.
“Okay, Beau,” you breathed a laugh, and rested your head on his shoulder. “Take me wherever you want.”
“Oh, don’t you worry,” he said slyly. He kissed your forehead. “I’ve got plans for you.”
When he reached the passenger side of his truck, he set you down on your feet. He unlocked it and held the door open while you set down your things. You pivoted on your heel and grabbed the front of his shirt, so you could pull him down to you for a kiss.
He tasted like the promise of good days to come.
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AN: And there we have it, friends. 🥹 I truly hope you enjoyed the ride on this series. I've had so much fun exploring Beau and this version of him and the reader. I hope you'll let me know what you think of the finale here. 💓
But, their story's not quite over yet.
Read the Sequel: A Good Man Is Hard to Find
Summary: When Beau starts pulling away from you and Emily during a very difficult case, will the pressure make or break your relationship?
▶️ Keep Reading: A Good Man Is Hard to Find
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mrmorphea · 2 months ago
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biggest-gaudiest-patronuses · 2 months ago
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I'm a simple bitch. i believe the purpose of government should be to improve the lives of its citizens and protect its most vulnerable members. unfortunately i live in a day and age where this gets me labeled an enemy of the state
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crazysodomite · 4 months ago
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the thing about "i could do that" is that what people mean is that they can copy the finished product because the work of coming up with something and making it has already been done for them. every little creative decision has already been made and put into creating something, so "doing the same thing" is only doing the work of physically making something. but art doesn't just appear out of thin air. every little decision someone makes is part of the creative process. if you "can just do that" you would be doing it instead of just saying it. because the most essential part of making a piece of art is actually making it. you have to come up with it, decide to make it, and make it, for it to even exist. you can look at someone's works and think that on a technical level you can Do The Same Thing but that's not really true. because the work of unique creative choices for a particular piece you're looking at has already been done. some pieces are hard to make because they're very complex on a technical level, but every single piece that's created requires the essential work of coming up with it, making choices that are unique to you as an artist, and actually making the piece
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inkskinned · 8 months ago
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the tradwife movement is the same as it has always been - back in the kitchen, back to breeding - it just has better branding.
when i was younger, i hated pink. i was not like other girls. this is now something i'm embarrassed of - this was not me being a "girl's girl."
but it was expressing something many of us felt at the time: i literally wasn't what girlhood was supposed to be. this is a hard thing to explain, but you know when you're not performing girlhood correctly. it isn't as easy as "i liked x when girls liked y" - because there were other girls that liked x, too - but i never figured out exactly the correct way to like x, or to be interested in y.
now there is the divine feminine. this is the same rhetoric it has always been: women are biologically driven to like pink and ribbons and submitting to our husbands.
the problem is that the patriarchy found a better PR team. because yes, actually, i want every woman to have the choice to be a homemaker. i also want her taken seriously for her legitimate home-making labor. i want her to be recognized as also having a job, just unpaid. i want men to have this opportunity, too.
but it is no longer "i made this choice and I love it." instead it is a sixteen-paragraph rant about how selfish it is that my generation isn't having kids. instead it's long videos about how if you feed your children processed foods, you're going to kill them. instead it is "this is what womanhood is supposed to be. i feel bad for any other choices you're making."
the shame spiral is just prettier. it is large houses devoid of personality. it is the implication: if you don't have this, you aren't happy. the solid, everlasting assurance: women are actually supposed to be submitting. this is the default. this is the natural state of things. all other attempts inflict suffering.
but you can no longer say i'm not like other girls. you can no longer reject this image completely. you cannot find it revolting, even if you know that the underbelly is toxic and festering. sure, it is the same repackaged patriarchy. but the internet does not have shades of grey. you should support and reward other women! your disgust is actually internalized misogyny. not because you are seeing a vision of yourself the way they're trying to train you to be. not because you feel her ghost pass within an inch of your earlobe. not because your father will eventually ask you - why can't you be like her?
because they figured out how to make it beautiful: women will sell other women on this idea, and we will find the singular loophole in feminism. sure, she's shaming you in most of her videos. sure, she implies that a different life is obscene. but she just wants you to be happy! you'd be happier if you were listening!
and the whole time you're sitting there thinking: i'd actually just be happier if i had that kind of money.
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lovertm · 1 month ago
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spurgie-cousin · 10 months ago
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This is such a good, succinct way of describing the illusion of choice many fundamentalist women and men have when it comes to life paths.
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how to ask the demon you've been smitten over for 6000 years to dance: an angel's guide
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josephsaturn · 2 months ago
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I think that “Anakin was a slave child who was groomed by Palpatine and raised by someone who wasn’t ready to take on a child, thereby leaving him in a social limbo state where he’s surrounded by people but only has a few close confidants, with the one he trusts the most actively trying to take advantage of him”
and
“Anakin was taught right from wrong from a young age, first by his mother and then by Kenobi, but any time he was presented with a choice, actively CHOSE WRONG EVERY SINGLE TIME”
are two sentences that can, should, and MUST coexist to fully understand Anakin Skywalker as a character
Edit: PART 2 of this post here
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fact-dogsarehappiness · 1 year ago
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Another reason why I’m a firm believer in letting Bruce get old is because the idea of him looking and his dark haired children without his glasses on and genuinely not being able to tell them apart is unparalleled
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hemaris · 2 years ago
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i found a baby picture of my cat please please look at him i'm begging you
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effiecalvin · 5 months ago
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The Baby Is Fine
For sale baby shoes never worn. Oh he's not dead or anything he's just massive and they don't fit
For sale baby shoes never worn. They're Gucci, my sister got them for me and I'm not putting $600 shoes on a newborn Why the hell would anyone buy these? She's an idiot.
For sale baby shoes never worn. At least I don't think so. I found them in the eggs at the grocery store and they look pretty clean $20 obo
For sale baby shoes never worn. She doesn't have any feet but it's hardly slowing her down, honestly. I guess you can't miss what you never had.
For sale baby shoes never worn. Bought them and forgot about them for like six months, never even took them out of the box and now they're way too small. My brain is fried.
For sale baby shoes never worn. Fair warning though, they've got fucking minions on them.
For sale They were a gift from my great aunt and I don't want anything from that wretched harpy.
baby shoes I thought I could put them on my dog so he doesn't slip all over the kitchen floor but yeah it didn't work
never worn. I don't know. They're just ugly. Do I need a reason?
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egophiliac · 3 months ago
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GET LOVED, IDIOT
GET LOVED SO HARD YOUR KIDS HOLD HANDS AND POWER-OF-LOVE YOU BACK TO LIFE
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sorry guys, this is just my brain now. this is going to be the only thing I think about for the next week at least.
oh and also this
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FIVE YEARS IN AND IT'S FINALLY CANON 🎉🎉🎉
WE DID IT
#art#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland spoilers#twisted wonderland episode 7 spoilers#twisted wonderland book 7 spoilers#twisted wonderland episode 7 part 13 spoilers#twisted wonderland book 7 part 13 spoilers#oh my god it had everything i wanted AND MORE#...except the hook for 8 which ironically was the only one i was 100% sure was guaranteed to happen#well whatever i am too busy floating in this pool of delicious diasomnia tears#SO MANY TEARS#malleus' voice acting was absolutely 🤌 delectable 🤌#him and silver both are usually so reserved you don't even notice until suddenly FULL-ON UGLY SOBBING#IKANAI DE KURE LILIAAAAAAAAAAA#god. i have so much i need to draw. malleus in his little royal outfit...#ENDLESS MELEANOR F O R E V E R#(ah...meleanor and the knight of dawn are holding hands... :) you've reconciled... :) how lovely...)#(oh...and bauru is here too...)#can't believe poor sebek got 'and also you're here'-ed even at a time like this#that rhythmic was SO cute i'm gonna die. he's your son so it should be ✨PINK✨#ugh this update has spoiled me absolutely rotten. i'm so happy#though i kept waiting for that silver vanrouge and finally decided it wasn't going to happen#then got the 'there is one thing...but it's not a gift that malleus-sama can give...'#and THAT'S WHEN THEY DID THE HOTFIX UPDATE AND I GOT BOOTED#and then i KEPT GETTING ACCESS ERRORS DUE TO HIGH VOLUME 😭#twst NO i didn't need that tension to be heightened thank you#on the other hand when malleus started his proclamation with 'in the name of the draconias...' i did have a second#where i was briefly convinced they were going to do the funniest possible thing and make silver draconia canon after all#anyway i'm out of tags so we'll have to discuss malleus' absolutely bonkers-cuckoo choice of party venue later#now i gotta get back to constantly rewatching the moment he realizes he's accidentally killed lilia. his weeping is my sustenance.
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urgentkettle · 5 months ago
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I think a fundamental difference between book Dracula and Nosferatu is how the protagonists work as a collective. In Dracula, they are the Scooby Gang (trusting, collaborative, polyamorous). In Nosferatu, they are the teens from an 80s slasher (suspicious, deceitful, jealous). The count can be defeated, but only the power of friendship can save Mina.
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teaboot · 3 months ago
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Sorry if I'm mixing you up with someone else, but you've worked security before, right?
If you're willing, I'd be really interested on your thoughts on the murderbot diaries or murderbot as a character with that in mind?
Like did you recognise aspects of your job in murderbots descriptions of security work? Or did they like throw you out of immersion in the story?
Anyway thanks and hope you're having a good day/evening wherever you are!
As a security guard who has read the first two Murderbot books, Murderbot has been the number one most realistic security specialist character I have ever seen in media so far 😭
The third most annoying thing in security in my experience is handling threats. The second most annoying thing is having no threats to handle and being bored. The number one most annoying thing is the client being an idiot
Ihave social anxiety which I am medicated for. When I am in uniform with clear instructions, that anxiety is zero. I have a script and a set of rules and that makes life easy. I’m super good at performing tasks with clear expectations and that’s kinda how I keep getting good offers, it’s super straightforward
Bad clients are clients who give stupid, inefficient, counterproductive, cruel, or flat-out illegal orders. There are ways of shutting that shit down without them losing heir shit, but it’s still a pain in the ass every time
I’m a security specialist. I specialize in security. This is what I am trained for- handling crisis situations and minimizing harm. If you, an off-shift cashier at pet smart, see me deescalating a situation and decide you’re gonna drop your untrained uninformed ass in there with zero context or skills and “help” because I look small and helpless, then all you’re doing is increasing my likelihood of getting hurt while increasing my paperwork load by like two hours, and I’m gonna hate you the entire time. What you have essentially done is promoted me to meat shield while giving the aggressor I’m calming down an obnoxious and aggravating hostage. Good god please do not
Yes, I am sometimes asked to stand perfectly still in a corner for several hours like a mannequin. What do I do to avoid going insane? Think about Star Trek and the very good fanfiction I’ll be reading on my break, mostly
Yes I can assist in evacuating tw location in the event of an environmental disaster. No I cannot tell my waiter that they put cilantro on the wrong order. Yes this makes perfect sense
I love Murderbot. I love how realistic it is. Like obviously I can’t speak for everyone in the industry but yeah I’ve worked for absolute dogshit security companies in the past and yeah a lot of the books so far are super accurate to that experience so A+ so far, honestly
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