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I've probably fucked up something, no beta we die like suicidal teenagers, set after the fateful murder/suicide of “The Only Man In The Sky", slow burn still, like really slow, now definitely fix -it, really weird fluff, there will be smut at some point, but we have to contend with Homelander being emotionally stuck at kindergartener, Homelander-has-a-friend

Chapter 1. That she, dear she, might take some pleasure of my pain Chapter 2. We sat grown quiet at the name of love Chapter 4. She rose to his requirement, dropped the playthings of her life.

Pygmalion

Chapter 3. He touched me, so I live to know that such a day, permitted so

It had been a GLORIOUS day! A day like all days should always be for Homelander. He was back in the game, back in control, back in a position to fight. And by GOD, it felt good! To be finally understood (worshiped) for who he truly was! it had been the script that was wrong all along, the fucking false humility, the groveling for approval from the people who belonged to him by rights.

But not anymore. Ninety-eight percent! And that was just the start!

But he couldn’t afford to be idle, oh no siree. He would grab his chance with both hands and ensure his new reign was here to stay. And towards that end he had been working nonstop all day, preparing for the eventual, pathetic little mutinies from his pathetic little crew. Futile of course. But young girls like Starlight needed DISCIPLINE, needed to be put in their places whenever they should start to test boundaries.

And wasn’t he just exactly in his element when dealing with unruly young things? He’d mused while perfunctorily removing his gloves and preparing at last for a long, well-earned rest in his rooms. But laying on the couch, letting his eyes slide over the empty rich furnishing, just like any other empty rich furnishing in Vought Tower, he was… discontented suddenly. Restless. Disinclined to turn any of the massive screens in his rooms on, disinclined to call any of a number of faceless underlings he could bully for a little. Not even the siren song of old comfort could convince him to maybe put on one of his old movies and let it lull him to sleep.

Drawn as if by a gravity all its own, his eyes fell upon the only cheap, ordinary thing in his room. You had given it to him a couple of days ago, before his fateful speech had aired. Just a little plastic Homelander doll which you had found somewhere in your equally cheap neighborhood. You had grown up with dolls like those, you had told him. Luchadores, you had called them, but this one had the Homelander colors and cape. You thought he would get a kick out of it.

He touched it now, feeling the badly finished plastic, flaking paint, so unlike the smooth, solid official Vought merchandise. But he smiled at it now, would have laughed to himself, except it suddenly occurred to him how he had never gone to you on a good day. Not that he needed your unbearably sentimental whining on a good day… But he could afford to bring you some small measure of his extraordinary success today. Let you bask a little in it, help you brighten your dreary little life.

Yes, he could do that, no problem. Instead of sitting here waiting for some underling to fuck up his well laid plans. Let the company handle itself a bit without him. He was entitled to a little time off! It was bound to be more interesting

***

Except it was not. You hadn’t been in your apartment when Homelander got there, even though the lights had been on. He had been so annoyed it had taken him one broken window to check the inside and half an hour of hovering sulkily outside your room before he’d gotten the barest hint of your voice wafting to him from street level.

You’d have some EXPLAINING to do! This sort of thing was just UNACCEPTABLE. It did not help his mood at all when he heard you laughing as he approached, casually sitting on the sidewalk as if you had no other responsibilities or cares in the world.

“Ladies,” he says icily as he drops to the ground in between you and your roommate, delighting in how quickly you jump to your feet at the sight of him.

You have the decency to look guilty at least, sheepish to be caught waiting outside your own building because the ELEVATOR of all things was being repaired and the two of you, helpless little creatures that you were, could not make it upstairs with your roommate’s wheelchair and the laundry. He decides then and there to put Ashley on the case and get you a phone or a beeper or something he could reach you with, because delays like this were unacceptable. She could fix the laundry and elevator situation while she was at it, he assured you as you tried to explain that no one in New York City had a live in washing machine and that elevators just get old sometimes, but he quiets you with a warning look and finds himself even more irritated at your unease. Deference, Homelander had decided, was fine. But your fear was more annoying (painful) than it was worth.

You gape comically at him when he grumpily picks up your roommate, chair and all, and leaps into the sky. And it is only when he looks back at you that some of the elation of the day returns. Because you are smiling, wide and open in unaffected wonder, curly hair coming undone in the breeze he’s left behind. He drinks it up, not having realized before how parched he’d been for it: your joy and awe of him. He can’t help but show off a little in his flying but even your roommate throwing up on midflight is not enough to ruin the moment.

***

You’ve washed his cape in your sink and hung it out to dry but you do not look delighted anymore as he explains his newest triumph, his realization! That he’d just needed to BE HIMSELF all along. That it was everyone else trying to CONTROL him that had been wrong! But your expression, again that damnable (glorious) concern of yours, does not reflect his 98 per cent back to him. Even Ashley had been better at this! You’d seen the speech! You knew how much this mattered to him! It wasn’t fair of you to sit down slowly, suddenly pale and worried, chewing on your lip, your heartbeat frantic, the cheap bar of soap you’d use on his cape still clutched in one hand (a milder oatmeal, still cheap, but more sweetly creamy and nutty, since he’d complained about the cloying vanilla you’d used before. (In the weeks to come he’ll keep this cape stuffed in a drawer unwilling to admit why to himself. The cleaner who washes it will be in the hospital for a fortnight, with a concussion and two broken ribs.)

You seem to stop for a moment as if gathering yourself… preparing yourself to LIE and Homelander doesn’t think he could take it if you did.

“Aren’t you happy for me?” he hisses behind a smile (a grimace) that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. And he would have tugged at your arm, maybe even jerked it out of place entirely if you hadn’t touched him again and held his eyes, no fear there, not quite, just that insidious concern.

“I’m sorry, that didn’t come out right. Please sit down, I don’t wanna fuck up cause I don’t know what I’m saying.”

You sound nervous and tense (like Madelyn) and he is about to be furious but you don’t move away from him. You sit him down on your ugly, beaten up couch and you hold his hand and he finds his eyes glued to the place where your hands meet, burning him like a brand, his gloves off for once, drying with his cape.

“You always wanna be happy when good things happen to a friend” — friend! you dared! the nerve of you to say it (he wants you to never stop) — “And I am. I want you to have as many happy moments as you can because… because what worries me is that you just had a,” you close your eyes and squeeze his hand and he feels it to the tip of each America-encased foot “A horrible thing happened to you. And I want you to be able to forget that for however long you can but I’m afraid.”

And if he’s done with Vought he should be done with you, all you small creatures and your damnable fears but you still don’t look afraid of him. You look at him like you understand things about himself he can’t even begin to fathom and he hates it (loves it) but lets you continue because this is what he came here for today, to hear your stupid, ignorant voice tell him it would be alright.

“I’m afraid that grief… is vast… and deceitful. And that it will sneak up on you when you are alone and I—“ you catch yourself in time. “And no one is there to grieve with you.”

And the maniac grin which has not left Homelander’s face the entire visit doesn’t vanish but it falters, it holds in a broken gasp, and re-arranges itself like a shield, because he IS happy dammit and you ARE right, friends (friends!) should be happy for one another.

“Right now,” he tells you, losing the smile to the patronizing, slightly exasperated expression of a kindergarten teacher solemnly explaining colors and shapes for the last time. He grabs your face a tad too forcefully if for nothing else then at least to escape the agonizing pressure of your own comforting hold. “I need you to be happy for me. No, no, no. I won’t hear it. I came here to celebrate and by golly that’s what I’ll do.”

He expects you to argue your point, he expects you to try (like everyone else) to tell him what to do but you just smile (tired, infinitely tired) and guide him off the couch (and he lets you giddily, ecstatically).

“Then let’s do that! Pizza or Chinese?”

Naturally it’s good, old-fashioned burgers with extra large milkshakes and fries. But you make them for him in your dingy little stove. You give him an onion and tomatoes to wash before he can think to protest though. And he feels himself grow smaller (younger) as if to accommodate the smallness of your little life and your little kitchen. It comes as a surprise to him how cozy (sheltered, soothing) it feels to be this small suddenly, to be told to do simple things to accomplish a simple task in a friendly, sweet voice. A hazy memory of putting stars and squares and circles in appropriately shaped containers surfaces briefly but even the dewy glow of that accomplishment pales in comparison to being told to get the blender from the high shelf and the herbs from the fridge, being asked if sweet potato fries are fine and if he’s ever tasted mamey or nopales before.

And he finds himself flattered by the attention, in a way no amount of gourmet chefs could ever replicate, maybe because you give him a taste of each thing the moment you realize together (together!) that his spice tolerance is not terribly high. He is thrilled to discover, in morsels offered by your tiny hands, that nopalitos (stewed cacti leaves) are slimy but good as long as the onion is pickled and not raw and that mamey is a sweet and creamy fruit that makes strange but delicious milkshakes even when the vanilla you use is the artificial overpowering stuff from supermarkets. He feels it in the pit of his stomach like the first time he flew when you wipe the foamy pink liquid with your thumb from the corner of his lips and look away guiltily, caught too nakedly crossing a boundary that has not even been stated yet. He will think about it later, in the dead of night, and be on the verge of accepting this one hunger for you but find himself too lost in all the other little ones you have sated.

Because you absently give him a sprig of cilantro to try, and when he makes a face at you, you smile and put the herb back in the fridge and tell him casually, unthinkingly, blissfully unaware of the gift you’re giving him…

“You know cilantro tastes like soap to a lot of people? It’s genetic.”

“Genetic?”

“Yeah! Maybe that’s why you never had it before, one of your parents must not have liked it.”

You’ll never know what those words do to him, or how they change the world for him, how stupidly, sentimentally he holds them to his heart. One of his parents… the first thing he knows about them that doesn’t come from a lab report, that isn’t relevant to his performance, to his powers. Cilantro tastes like soap for him and one of his parents. He is an idiot, a sentimental, weepy fool. But he pulls you into his arms and holds you there without a single word, feeling your heart beat madly against his own body, feeling you cling to him hesitantly, nervously, not understanding that it’s because you want it so much that the fear of having it is almost greater than the joy.

Because if he had known this he would have consumed you then and there. He would have had you, needed you and never been able to let you go again. But you step away from him, afraid of your own desperate want and look away trying to gloss over your embarrassment. You give him an out because he is breathing hard, bewildered and half ashamed himself. He takes the food from your hands and follows you to sit on that makeshift thing you call a living room.

He eats slowly, paying attention to every bite, fixing it in his memory, the strangeness and sweetness of it. Burgers like he’s never had before, with cacti leaves on top, fries that don’t taste quite right. And you break the tension by snorting around a mouthful of them because they really do taste weird and you laugh at yourself, freely and lightly in a way he doesn’t understand but envies deeply. They would have been better, you tell him, if you’d been allowed the full run of your spice cabinet and he snorts himself. Sure, he says, and smiles back at you, relieved he can go back to teasing you about your hippie lifestyle, with cacti leaves and the wrong kind of potatoes. He is relieved because Homelander doesn’t know what he would have done if you hadn’t laughed at yourself. He doesn’t know what he’ll do now because all he feels is that same, overwhelming urge to hold and crush and never let go he used to feel at ten, when shown any tiny morsel of attention or kindness in the lab. And he hates that part of himself, despises it for weakness, for the raw, bleeding memory of Madelyn it conjures and in a way he hates you a bit for it, for having called it forward and fed it with your presence and your small life and your odd food. But he also feels drunk on it, generous and expansive, like he wishes to give you something, something no one else can give you, something you’ll remember above all else.

And he smiles around a mouthful of delicious, weird burger, devious like a grade school prankster. Because he knows exactly what he wishes to give you, at the thought of your awed, joyous face looking up at him.

***

You play coy about it though in the end he gets you to admit it, coaxing and teasing, that you don’t want to sound QUITE so much like his typical fangirl. And it is his turn to laugh at you as he scoops you in his arms in a way that makes a lifetime of weight self-consciousness vanish. Because why would you not want what everyone else dreams of and only he has? (When he’d first joined the Seven Madelyn had auctioned a flight with the young Homelander for charity. The winner was a pretty redhead in stilettos who he proceeded to fuck in her penthouse suite. He could not recall her name but had never forgotten that first lesson). And he’d seen it in your breathless expression this evening, somehow perceiving the girl who loved rollercoasters and the terrifying fall from diving platforms. A girl who could afford Coney Island but not paragliding, a girl with pictures of dragons poised in flight on the walls of her bedroom.

You close your eyes at first and he is almost disappointed in you, but in the furrow of your brows and your shuddering breaths he sees the awe of intense concentration. Like you are trying to fix the wind and the night sky and the exhilaration in your mind. But that won’t do, he thinks, smiling wickedly. Oh no, that won’t do at all. He tosses you high above him and smiles so widely it hurts when he hears your scream turn into laughter, not of amusement but pure, unadulterated JOY. He swoops to catch you and tosses you into the open sky, this time watching your arms unfold, reaching for the low hanging clouds above you. Your arms stay outstretched as he catches you again, urging him higher, faster, above and below NYC’s gray-tinged canopy of clouds.

Inspiration strikes him and he smirks at you (trying but failing to contain his own delight).

“Want to try something else?” he shouts through the deafening roar of the wind. He can only hear your scream of assent because he IS the Homelander, though you will be too hoarse to speak in class tomorrow.

You aren’t anywhere near as strong as Maeve but when he dangles you below him, his arms supporting your own, he feels you brace yourself even as he perceives your terror in the sour-sweet quality of your perspiration and the shuddering of your quickening breath. (And if his chest swells with pride at your determination, if he holds you closer for no other purpose than to feel the warmth of your body, can he really be blamed?) Your feet hit the water of the Central Park Lake and you lose one flat in the white spray. The other is ruined beyond repair, but Homelander can see you don’t give a damn and rewards you with a tour of the lake at breakneck speed. You scream again and laugh hysterically, so happy it‘s agony. When he can stand it no more, he turns you around to face him with another toss into the air and you half think you’ll lose your dinner like your roommate did, as you feel yourself spin weightless and anchorless. But Homelander catches you, almost too late (and you suspect on purpose), gently hovering right above the surface of the water.

He was unprepared for your shivering body in his arms. You are drenched in your skirt and t-shirt and Homelander thinks you’ll stop making fun of his watertight leather after today. You still smile like a madwoman but your skin is clammy and the cool night air has turned your cheeks rosy and your lips pink, your thin t-shirt clinging to breasts that upon second glance are more than generous. Beneath the gentle light of the moon he almost finds you pretty.

The way you look at him tugs at something inside him he cannot name and he feels a strange, insistent urge to take your hair into his gloved hand and squeeze the water from it. He is distantly aware he is half-hard in his pants and that only the bulk of your skirts has kept this from you. (He will pay it no mind, the occurrence of it not being unusual in the infrequent pleasure flights he has taken before)

He takes off his cape for you and drapes it across your shoulders (naturally). Would have carried you bridal style through all of central park but you throw your remaining shoe in a trashcan and insist you are perfectly capable of walking barefoot and enjoy the grass between your toes. (And if there is a downcast tilt to your head, if you seem disappointed somehow, he will stubbornly refuse to acknowledge it, for what could be disappointing about HIM?)

So you sit together beside the lake and he is suddenly unsure of where to put his hands or where to look, a feeling that he barely recalls from his younger heroing days.

“I’ll never forget today,” you say after a while. “Thank you.”

Ah, there it is again, the pleasant thunderous warmth of your regard singing through his blood. He smiles at you, almost impossibly smug, preening (part of him poised to hear you praise him as a “good boy”). He can’t help but tease you back a little.

“You can tell all your friends that your favorite hero took you out for a midnight stroll.”

He watches you snuggle into his cape a bit and somehow it feels nearly intimate to him. He startles at your impish smile though and is caught entirely by surprise when you respond. “Oh, who said you’re my favorite?”

His own smile vanishes from his face almost instantly. You must be joking, and he informs you immediately of it, unable to keep his tone even the slightest bit casual.

“The look on your face,” you answer and then have the audacity to laugh. He can feel himself grit his teeth and clench his hands into fists and tries to force a smile that seems more like a grimace.

“Should’ve expected it from you,” he hisses back, trying to sound nonchalant, trying to roll his eyes at you. “No taste really. Can’t even make a fucking burger. It’s the Deep, isn’t it? The granola crowd loves that idiot.”

And it is much, much worse that you refuse to be cowed by his exasperation or his patronizing indulgence.

“Nope!” You say cheerfully. “Albeit 9 year old me would have LOVED talking to dolphins, I must sadly admit his whole business with Starlight just soured me on any pirate fantasies there.”

Of course! Of course you would love that little two-faced bitch Starlight! (That he feels a rush of relief at the thought of your favorite being merely that silly girl he now views as an extension of himself is best left unexamined) You really DO have the worst taste, he thinks while he stands and prepares to walk away. (Will never admit that he is hoping you will follow and you do). If you were going to go all women’s liberation on him you might as well do it right.

“Really?” He sneers, enjoying your struggle to keep pace with him. “I would have thought you’d be one of the new Queen Maeve fans. You’ve got that… alternative look about you.”

And he is pleased to hear you suck in a breath and stop, knowing the change in your scent and your breathing signals he’s managed to land a blow. But you are maddeningly apt at brushing it off, despite the hurt in your voice.

“I mean, if you got yourself a sword and a pair of gauntlets I’d be all over that. But no, my roommate is the Queen Maeve fan.”

“...is it Noir?”

He stares at you dumbfounded and you are tempted to edge him on, but decide against it

“You’re fishing now and no, Noir isn’t my favorite. I.. don’t really have a favorite. I wasn’t ever that big on superhero content. I mean I like the fictional aspect but I rarely have time to keep up with all the movies anymore and… it always gave me the creeps… a little.”

He stops in his tracks and turns on you faster than a striking snake, unable to keep the outrage from his face anymore… or the hurt.

“I’m sorry! I mean it isn’t like that! I didn’t mean it that way! What I was trying to say is… Look you’re REAL people, not just characters in a story and it felt too much like prying into someone’s life. It felt like looking at badly-written versions of yourselves… it felt like I was interrupting your private lives…”

That took him aback, mollified him a bit even. He remembered your concern for the cameras following him, your insistence that he come to your home only in the greatest of secrecy. He had found it incomprehensible but now he could clear up this terrible misunderstanding.

“You are so squeamish!” He said, clicking his tongue in exasperation. “We don’t fucking care! You know how it is, anything for the fans!” And he added, trying to keep the cajoling from his voice, trying to return to a lighter, more conspiratorial tone: “I don’t mind you admiring me. God knows you need the role model!”

You laugh with him and shake your head, bumping into him on purpose and staying there, walking side by side. The smile on his face seems more real this time, a hint of canines to it that you had learned, surfaced only when he was being extra friendly.

“Oh I hated your character! Just really despised him. Someone in the script was always trying to make him look too perfect and those sorts of characters are always… uncomfortable to watch. They are embarrassing, kinda reflective of the writer’s own moral blindspots…”

He gaped at you, a rage he had thought gone threatening to force its way out. What did YOu know about this? Why did you think he should even CARE? He had written some of those lines himself because he knew what the people wanted (what YOU wanted) better than they knew themselves. His 98 per cent should have been proof enough. He clenched his fists by his side to keep from reaching for your neck, from trying to teach you a lesson then and there (did not know why he bothered, refused to remember the deep shame of that first time he had laid hands on you). Really, the sheer ignorance in your—

“But I lied. It is you. Now that I know you personally, I like you SO MUCH better than in your movies.” You spoke completely unaware of how close you had come to destruction, leaving him speechless as you walked beside him. “You see, they took out all the good bits. Your temper and your bullheadedness. That you’re earnest and as backwards and set in your ways as you are charmingly old-fashioned. They forgot how that makes you a little bit of a dweeb sometimes and even a little twisted in some ways. How you’re arrogant and self-centered and patronizing… but you listen, really listen IF you’re interested. And you don’t know how rare that is. You’re loyal and devoted, and sometimes that comes off as needy. But that just means you’re ride or die even when maybe you shouldn’t be.”

You chewed your lip, still clutching his cape around your shoulders.

“If I were writing you…” you say, eyes fixed on the ground and your naked feet. “I would have left all of that in. I don’t know if you’re my favorite hero… but you’re certainly one of my favorite people.”

He stops in his tracks and you follow suit, not wanting to look back, certain somehow that you have overplayed your cards and truly wounded him. His voice when he speaks at last is soft, infinitely gentler than you have ever heard it be. “What would you do? If you were writing me.”

You do turn to face him then and he surprises himself as much as you by cupping your cheeks in his hands. He will never know what he looks like to you in that moment: sweet and boyish and almost heartbreakingly hopeful.

He can sense your fear in the sudden racing of your heartbeat. And however much pleasure he might have gotten from kowtowing and obeisance before, right now, he nearly prays that you will refuse to appease him.

“I’d write you scared.” You do not disappoint. “ I’d write you angry and insecure. A man burdened with enormous responsibility that he scarce knows how to bear. I think… I think the struggle would be very beautiful to see.”

He curls his lip at you, half rage, half indescribable need, the tension in his jaw revealing the emotion he is fighting so hard to contain. He doesn’t know what he wants to do to you now, but it feels disturbingly like kinship and part of him wants to crush it immediately.

“That’s not me. I’m perfect,” he says in that soft gentle voice he barely recognizes as his own. “I don’t struggle.”

You smile at him, and this time he feels almost embarrassed by that knowing, longing look of yours. He feels like he used to whenever he had not prepared for a test Vogelbaum had told him would be coming up.

“I’d write you saying that too.”

And he smiles back at you, in spite of himself, he smiles trying to downplay its importance, to make light of your face in his hands, his thumbs nearly brushing your lips.

“Better make Supersonic your favorite,” he says mockingly, hoping to laugh away the overpowering pang of need he feels all of a sudden. “I heard he’s all the rage with bratty young ladies who don’t know their place.”

He likes the blush on your cheeks and how you look away from him. Likes the tension in your body like you are stopping yourself from doing something.

“No way. He looks so much like half my cousins, it’d be practically incest. And fool is making us all look bad by letting you guys put him in that fake ass Puerto Rican flag. He’s nearly as bad as you.”

Homelander blinks once, twice, and tilts his head, bemused.

“Come again?”

“I meeeeean… present attire notwithstanding, you don’t see me walking around draped in the Mexican flag.”

“You’re…” he takes a too careful pause, as if looking for the polite term. “Mexican-American?”

“No,” And for a second he doesn’t know how to feel (relieved) before you confidently add. “I’m Mexican, born and raised in Mexico City. I’m just studying my masters here.”

He makes a face, not quite displeased but edging there, and proceeds to argue his point.

“But… you don’t look Mexican! You have that patch of the American flag you love so much. And those John Wayne movies and the NASA pin…”

“It says ‘serial killer’ underneath that flag! And I love Westerns since I researched them for a graphic novel I wrote. AND I just fed you nopales for crying out loud!”

He feels almost betrayed.

“But you speak American so well!”

He knows immediately that he’s made a mistake somewhere, feels almost wounded when you pull away and continue walking along the lake.

“I love this country. It’s made so many things that are important to me. Books and movies and comics…the language I write in. It just… doesn’t always love me back,” you admit so quietly that if he wasn’t Homelander he might not have heard you. “I’m happy about Supersonic, it does matter, that he’s out there, looking like he does and making it big. But honestly? I’m not holding out hope for his future.”

He feels his old childish, defiant anger flare up and crosses the space between you. When he grabs your shoulders to turn you around to face him you feel alarmed, bordering on scared. But all he does is hold you painfully tight with one hand as he lifts your chin up with the other.

He makes you look directly at him before he assures you, oozing confidence, almost smiling, almost cruel.

“You are forgetting one important thing. I am the Homelander. If that kid of yours can cut it in the Seven,” he says magnanimously. “I will personally make sure he gets a fair shake.”

You know nothing of his feud with Starlight, or the debts of blood between them. You are unaware of any reason why he might have plans for Supersonic or any other supe of your shared background out there. But you DO know and remember Stormfront and how bad things were getting when they teamed up. You can’t stop the prickling of unshed tears, or how touched you feel, how weirdly grateful for his interference in an event you had, some days ago, not even given much importance to.

“No wonder you’re my favorite,” you say trying to hide your watery eyes.

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thenewwei · 5 months

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I saw 3 films on the plane to Athens, Greece, and since I woke up in the middle of the night here in Naxos, let me give you some thoughts:

1. Barbie—honestly, I thought it was awful. It fails on nearly every barometer—conceptually it made no sense, and while I know little to nothing about the Barbie universe, it seemed very dishonest in terms of its examination of its source material. The beginning ode to Planet of the Apes about mothers and baby dolls-huh? Why is there a “bigger Barbie” and why is weird Barbie like 40 and looks like she’s 60? (I understand there were some Barbie variations later on with older and career-oriented characters, but still?) Aren’t we supposed to examine a world in which Barbie is a thin white blonde Cali teenager with a stereotypical surfer boyfriend, where there’s maybe one (or two) black best friends (Christie? Later Grace?) just like in the typical Hallmark movie, which by the way, are still being made and mostly still dominated by the same racial and sexual formulas? Is there actually an Asian Ken? And I still don’t understand why stereotypical Barbie had to go into the real world to see why she suddenly had feelings—because a real world girl was having problems? And which problems? The real world girl ends up being a know-it-all over-educated Cali teenager (a Hispanic one—triumph!). Even from a feminist perspective, I felt it failed. Okay, so the Barbie world is supposedly ruled by women, while the real world is supposedly ruled by men, and Ken has a euphoria moment when he goes into the real world. Both are highly exaggerated and utterly ridiculous, but even so, I don’t see what it has to say about sex relations that isn’t obvious. And while the America Ferrara speech about double standards about women was spot on, wouldn’t it have been even more subversive to have Ken rant about all the double standards that exist for men (like for example, how society expects us to be aggressive, insensitive and dominant, and then punishes us when we are?). Instead, it’s all just typical, dumbed down stuff for the “universal” audience. Which brings me to why this film was so high-grossing, despite being utterly boring, badly made and intellectually idiotic (even sadder because I really liked Gerwig’s previous film Lady Bird). For the same reason they are making Total Recall remakes—because people are drawn to brands and what they are familiar with. The more original Margot Robbie vehicle Babylon, meanwhile, though also sourced from typical silent movie world info, was an utter flop. Maybe it is time to stop watching overly-marketed movies.

2. American Fiction—this was much different than what I expected, but in its own way, very dishonest too. It was more of a family story about a wealthy African-American man from an upper crust New England family who needs to make sacrifices while dealing with a series of family crises. To get money he creates a “ghetto” black book that suddenly sells, versus his literary books, which are only known to literary circles and marketed in African American Studies sections simply because he’s a black author (this part is funny and spot-on). This is a side narrative, but utterly untrue to reality. Black books that go “Ghetto” these days (and for the past 20 years or so) are immediately shoved into the Urban Fiction section of a highly regimented publishing industry and are unpublishable except to be self-published or distributed by Urban Fiction labels. They certainly would not get this kind of interest from the major publishing industry. The one exception to this is Junot Diaz (remember there can only be ONE), and that’s only because he became big in the 1990s, when we had a real indie grit lit sphere, with Sapphire etc. Yes, this whole scenario could have been plausible in the 1990s and very early 2000s, when indie lit authors had agents and were working through the now bogus traditional model (only reserved for the upper class, apparently), and the original book Erasure (2001) was published by Graywolf (and is nearly impossible to get now because of this) but it’s utterly untrue now. The celebrated black authors are upper crust Colson Whitehead, he of Black Sag Harbor vintage, or people who rant about (and make boatloads of money and endorsements through) anti-racism and reparations platforms. Otherwise, to have a “black” lit book published you have to be a well-educated Nigerian, and God help you if you are born in America! “Ghetto” black authors, subjects and books continue to be discriminated against, despite the fact that they actually depict (if in a steretypical way) the majority of the black experience today. In fact, the class and race dichotomy is worse than ever! Even my own book, Good Americans, a short story collection, won an award in the Urban Fiction category (because it has the “n” word in it?) but bombed in all the short story categories, because it dares to explore the class divide. And my ambitious new book Bad Americans seemed doomed to self-publishing for the same reasons.

3. The Holdovers—this was by far the best film structurally and in terms of impact, although not at all original. It’s the typical story about a teacher stuck with wayward students over a school break and how two become close despite their differences and of course there’s the black cook too, and isn’t it nice that there’s no racism mentioned except that her kid was the only one who died in Vietnam. We learn things about the teacher and we can ponder what being a good teacher means and about the nature of honor and dishonor. At least it was coherent and somewhat moving, unlike almost everything else being produced today.

#the new wei #movies #barbie #american fiction #the holdovers

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badass-at-fandoming · 3 years

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Just Little Malkavian Things ~

Malkavians these days can do nothing but de-conceptualize, Dement, eat hot chip, and lie.

Since people seemed to enjoy the #JustLittleVentrueThings VTMB adventure, here's a matching Malkavian one. Though I'm gonna be real with ya here, I had less fun D:

I finally figured out why I have such trouble wrapping my head around depictions of Malkavians in VTM media. Books, Storytellers, and fans say it's like having a mental illness and being linked to a massive group chat. But, listen, I've lived around and with mental illness all my life. I've been in massive group chats. Being Malkavian ain't like that.

It IS like being an early-twenties English major in the midst of an existential crisis, over-worked and cross-faded outta your skull and watching horror movies to Cope(TM)

So it's like drugs. It's like you had too much weed and too much wine and are let loose on Los Angeles. Which. My friends and I have and we, coincidentally, also "fought" a stop sign. The Malkavian PC never really seemed like a character to me: she's like a collection of cliches and dude-bros doing blunts while watching slasher movies. I named her Liotta after the Psychic Shop owner, and I'm sad Liotta didn't really get to be a person.

I wasn't surprised by any of the dialog. It's a pattern. Alliteration, allusion, animal joke. Alliteration, allusion, animal joke. It lost its charm.

Often, I didn't know what the FUCK I was saying. Which is the Malkavian Experience(TM), according to Rosa.

Anyway

Nonsense time

Most characters have an extra paragraph of dialog to Acknowledge That You Are A Malkavian. Some get an extra conversation branch. For example, there's lots of new Bertie dialog and he was all impressed Liotta knows about Gehenna and Thin-bloods <3. The Anarchs characters, especially Skelter, get a lot more. Skelter, Ash, and Liotta totally vibe.

If you sneak around the Santa Monica drug house, they talk about Mercurio?? Hello?? Mercurio, you bent Masquerade by not getting beat up real good.

Zero pretense about Voerman. Yes, I have DID; yes, I am making it your problem.

When Liotta talked to Beckett, he said the DID was "something to look forward to." Goddamnit, Beckett. That's not how the Bane or mental illness works! >:-(

I've never sneaked before!!! Did you know that the Tong AND the American gang downtown have fakes in their suitcases??? Like, Full On, "it's just stuffed with newspapers, brah." They were going to kill each other over newspapers. For some reason the Tong brought the REAL suitcase along too, but I'm so past having VTM make any sort of sense. It's fine.

Accidentally pissed off Nines. I meant farmer (affectionate) and Nines thought I meant farmer (derogatory). :(

The Dementation powers are (a) pretty purple loop-de-loops, (b) not as effective as Dominate (reaaaallyyy missed a good AOE attack), and (c) oddly enough, gave more compassionate dialog choices. I mean. In the pen-and-paper version, Dementation isn't conflict-focused, so the devs had to jigger it to use as attacks. But I was touched when Liotta made Hannah believe she was Paul, so Hannah got to say goodbye. Making Samantha believe Liotta was a pet turtle was funny and spared her the pain of her friend vanishing a second time. Heather thinks her entire experience was a dream and returns to her life, more or less unscathed.

Boris?? Asked Liotta to kill Venus for him???? DUDE, WHAT. I didn't know he could counter-offer!! What happens if you take up his offer? Who controls Confession? Does it close down??

Pro Tip: don't trust the pale woman in a cowboy stripper outfit who comes out of your vent and tells you everything's fine.

I went through an ENTIRE Ventrue playthrough without puking and Liotta ate one (1) unhoused person and blew chunks. I didn't realize Diseased Blood was a threat. What happens if you skip the Plague-bearer quest? Should you just never chomp on the Downtown unhoused community?

Strauss called Liotta "young one" and I was like, sir. You're not Beckett, you can't trick me.

A rat dances in the Downtown sewers and tells Liotta that the grass is greener in someone else's asshole.

And also will take you places.

Do you know what it's like for a Capri Sun to suddenly start speaking and offer taxi services.

LaCroix: how did Bach find me??? also LaCroix: [names his company after himself] [lives in Ventrue Tower]

Liotta told Beckett that Kindred are a joke and I got extra EXP for being so sneaky.

DMP produced snuff films even before Andrei???!!!! I thought all the blood was from the lil geo-dudes.

Liotta agreed with Andrei that Caine is here and boot-scooting around in his lil Angst Mobile. :D

As bad as Liotta was in group fights, she repeatedly made bosses cower and stand quietly while she beat them to death. Andrei had a full on lay-on-the-floor temper tantrum in his war form and Liotta just. Smacked him until he exploded. She didn't even take damage!

Imalia's computer password is ALSO "cleopatra." Just like Tawni's! Dual reference to the Embrace type

IDK why I never asked this before, but, um, who does Mitnick share the bunk bed with? Barabus..?

I went back to the Empire Hotel Penthouse suite to fetch the educational book and the Russian mob dudes were still there?? Hello, sirs, your leader is dead. You can leave now.

Liotta heard the real thoughts of the Red Dragon hostess...and also some debate about the Dark Father's presence in LA, heehee.

I thought it was fun that one of the "take me away, Cabbie!" taxi replies mentioned riding in a car like father and child. :D

"Why is the Mandarin giggling at me" is a sentence that came out of my face.

With the different dialog options, sometimes it's impossible to be polite to NPCs. For example: Liotta could only call VV "dolly/doll/toy doll" instead of her preferred names; the Chinatown gun seller felt frightened, thinking we were Police or Immigration.

Some great fourth wall breaks in the dialog: "I don't want to get involved either, but tell that to whoever is playing me!" to Beckett after the Giovanni Mansion.

"You can't spell success without whatever the hell my name is."

"If I cannot win with effort, I will cheat my way to victory. I am gone." Funnily enough, this was my first run where I didn't hack in to boost stats.

"I just want it to end. I feel like I've been playing forever."

Some nice wider lore references: "I devour knowledge like the great worm devours the corpse of society" could refer to how Salout, in tapeworm form, is devouring Tremere's body and destabilizing the Clan and/or Kindred night society.

"They should have a channel devoted to you in my head" to Beckett. In his Diary, Beckett witnesses Malkavians devouring Malkav and may or may not join the Cobweb (PS check out this great fanfic where he does).

This made me stare into space for a minute and question my life choices. During the Sabbat massacre, Liotta didn't snack on any of the blood doll ghouls (ya know, the ones with the eyes gouged out). She had such high Inspection + Finance that she had $4k in her wallet and could buy blood. I wanted to test a rumor that if you don't feed on the blood dolls, you get extra EXP. You do. BUT anywAY, right before the Tremere miniboss, Liotta was sword-fighting some goons and the blood doll...attacked him for her? Like. He moved on his own. When the goon was dead, the blood doll asked if Liotta was all right. This might have been a glitch but...the horrific implications that those men are still conscious, still willful, still feeling. ACK. I hope they got out the next morning.

RIP Ming Xiao. Flamethrower right to the tiddies.

I stole @ryttu3k's idea and noclipped through the werewolf section. Liotta still killed the Garou, but I didn't want the stress.

Caine is very Caine. "Don't you get it? We've already been judged!"

Liotta went Anarch because what little backstory I came up for her was she considered Smiling Jack her sire. Nines complimented her ability to murder.

Sheriff got sooooo dizzy that he fell over right onto Liotta's sword 27 times.

Dancing werewolf ending! Seemed fitting. :D

#vtm #vtmb #vampire the masquerade #malkavian #anarch #smiling jack #sebastian lacroix #nines rodriguez #cuthbert beckett #ming xiao #andrei the defiler #text post #my vtm nonsense

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Out Of Time ~ 1

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Word Count: 1,750ish

Summary: World War Two weighs on the lives of the Rogers Twins and Bucky Barnes.

Warnings: none

She was running late for the movie. She was suppose to meet Steve and Bucky there after work, but her shift hadn’t gone as planned and she was needed longer. Figures. The girls after her could never get their crap together. She had almost reached the theater when she heard familiar voices in the alleyway. She turned into the alleyway to see her small twin brother, Steven Grant Rogers, and his taller best friend, James Buchanan Barnes. More popularly known as Bucky.

“I had him on the ropes,” Steve stated, clearly catching his breath.

She figured Bucky had stopped Steve in the middle of a fight. Her brother was always getting into fights, trying to do what he thought was best. Protecting people. She noticed Bucky was in a military uniform as he reached down and picked up some forms off the ground. He hadn’t told her that he had gotten his orders. She wondered when he’d be shipping out. Her heart splintered at thought of Bucky going to war. It broke at the thought that he may never come back. She loved him. But she’s never been able to tell him that, he’s too much of a ladies man to settle down with her.

“How many times is this?” Bucky asked as he picked up and read what seemed to be an enlistment form. “Oh, you’re from Paramus now? You know it’s illegal to lie on the enlistment form. And seriously, Jersey?”

“You get your orders?” Steve quickly changed the subject once he realized what Bucky was wearing.

“The one-o-seventh. Sergeant James Barnes. Shipping out for England first thing tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” She gasped. The men quickly turned around to notice Y/N Rogers, standing there, trying to hold back tears. “You’re shipping out tomorrow? And you’re only telling us that today?”

“Y/N, doll,” Bucky took a step towards her.

She took a step back, shaking her head. “And you,” Y/N moved her focus to her brother, pointing a shaking finger at him. “Stop trying to get yourself killed.”

“I should be going,” Steve stated firmly. “It’s only right.”

“No. You should be staying here, with me. I’ve already lost mom and dad, Bucky’s shipping off tomorrow, I’m not about to lose you too.”

“Y/N/N,” Bucky stepped forward again, “You have to understand, I wanted to tell you but I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“And telling me the night before you shipped off was going to be any better?”

“Can we not spend my last night fighting?” Bucky reached for her hands. “Let’s get Steve cleaned up and then we’re going to have some fun.”

“Where are we going?” Steve asked.

Bucky handed Steve the newspaper he had under his arm. “The future.”

The three of them went back to the Rogers apartment, allowing Y/N and Steve to get cleaned up. After they made their way to the Stark Expo.

“I don’t see what the problem is,” Bucky shook his head as he spoke. “You’re about to be the last eligible man in New York. You know, there’s three and a half million women here.”

“Well, I’d settle for just one,” Steve stated.

“Good thing I took care of that.” Bucky waved to a woman who wasn’t standing too far off.

“Hey, Bucky!” The woman called.

“What did you tell her about me?” Steve asked.

“Only the good stuff,” Bucky answered.

“Where’s your date, Buck?” Y/N asked. She was used to be the fifth wheel.

“I figured that you could be, doll,” Bucky smiled, putting an arm around Y/N’s waist, pulling her into him. “It is my last night and I wanted to spend it with my best girl.”

Y/N looked down, intensely blushing. He always knew how to make her get flustered. Though, she figured he never realized what he was doing to her. Y/N was wrong though. Bucky loved her too, but was just too afraid to say anything. Especially now, since he was being shipped off to war.

The four walked towards the stage just in time for the famous Howard Stark to waltz out.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Howard Stark called the audiences attention, “what if I told you that in just a few short years, your automobile won’t even have to touch the ground at all.” The ladies that were helping him, took off the wheels of the car that was on stage. “Yes. Thanks, Mandy… With Stark robotic reversion technology you’ll be able to do just that.” Howard then turned a few nobs and flipped a switch, causing the car to begin hovering off the ground.

“Holy cow,” Bucky said in awe.

But almost as soon as it began hovering, the car suddenly started malfunctioning causing the car to fall back on stage. Y/N jumped back into Bucky, cause him to hold her closer than he was before. While this was happening, Steve noticed a recruitment center and snuck off there. His date wasn’t paying him any mind anyway. The girls Bucky chose never did. They were always too interested in his best friend.

“I did say a few years, didn’t I?” Howard tried to laugh the malfunction off, causing the audience to laugh as they applauded.

“Hey, Steve,” Bucky called, turning to look at him, “what do you say we treat these girls—“ He stopped when he noticed Steve wasn’t there anymore.

“Where’d he go?” Y/N asked.

The recruitment center caught Bucky’s eye. “I have a feeling I know where.”

Y/N followed his line of sight, letting out a sigh when the center came into view. She just couldn’t understand why her brother wanted to join the war efforts so bad. He’s never been in the best of health and leaving would be leaving her alone.

“Let’s go get him,” Bucky urged Y/N forward, Steve’s date following.

As they reached the recruitment center, Steve’s date stopped aways outside of it, allowing Bucky and Y/N to go in together. They found Steve Looking into a mirror that turned the person looking into it into a soldier. He was too small to even line up to it.

“Steve,” Y/N called her brother to attention. He turned around to see her sad eyes.

“Come on,” Bucky said. “You’re kind of missing the point of a double date. We’re taking the girls dancing.”

“You go ahead,” Steve said, “I’ll catch up with you.”

“You’re really gonna do this again?”

“Well, its only fair. I’m gonna try my luck.

“As who? Steve from Ohio?”

“They’ll catch you, Steve,” Y/N said. “Or worse, they’ll actually take you.”

“Look, I know you two don’t think I can do this—”

“This isn’t a back alley, Steve,” Bucky was getting frustrated. “It’s war!”

“I know it’s war. You don’t have to tell me.”

“Why are you so keen to fight? There are so many important jobs.”

“What am I gonna do? Collect scrap metal—“

“Yes!”

“—in my little red wagon?”

“Why not?”

“I’m not gonna sit in a factory.”

“I don’t—“

“Come on, guys! There are men laying down their lives. I got no right to do any less than them. That’s what you don’t understand.. this isn’t about me.”

“Yeah? But what about me?” Y/N’s small voice stopped the two men. “Taking care of your sister isn’t enough?” There were tears in her eyes, tears both of the men immediately regretted putting there.

“Y/N—“

“No. I’m done hearing your excuses. Your reasonings… If you want to go off to war to get killed and leave me alone, then so be it. You want it so damn much, it shows what you really care about.”

Y/N walked away, towards Steve’s date, before she could hear the men say anything else. They watched with sad eyes as she walked away. They both knew what they were doing to her. But they didn’t know how they could really make it right.

“You’ve got nothing to prove, Steve,” Bucky stated as he turned back to him. Bucky sighed, realizing he wasn’t going to win with this Rogers tonight. But if he hurried, he could fix it with another before he left. “Don’t do anything stupid until I get back.”

“How can I?” Steve responded. “You’re taking all the stupid with you.”

“You’re a punk.” They two embraced.

“Jerk. Be careful” They let go and Bucky began walking back to the girls. “Don’t win the war till I get there!”

Bucky sent Steve a salute before turning around and reaching the girls. He noticed Y/N was still emotional and that Steve’s date, Bonnie, clearly wanted to be spending time with him.

“Hey, Bonnie,” Bucky started, “do you mind if it’s just Y/N and I tonight?”

“Oh,” she was clearly taken back. “Sure.” She reached up and kissed Bucky’s cheek. “Be safe out there soldier. And make sure to find me with you return.”

Once Bonnie was out of sight, Bucky wrapped an arm around Y/N’s waist. “Lets go dancing,” he smiled down at her.

“I don’t feel like dancing tonight, Buck,” she sadly said, looking down. “I just want to go home.”

“Come on, doll.” Buck moved to stand in front of her. “It’s my last night.”

“Yes, it’s your last night before you get shipped off to war… I really don’t need another reminder…”

“Y/N. Look at me.” He tried to meet her eyes. “Please.” When she still refused, he put his hand under her chin and gently guided her head to look up at him. “How about we do whatever you want tonight? I just want to spend my last night with you, doll. My favorite Rogers.”

Bucky’s eyes showed nothing but sincerity. All Y/N wanted was to hold onto her boys and never let them go. But she was coming to the realization that that wasn’t an option. She wrapped her arms around Bucky, holding herself close to him. He reciprocated the action, breathing her scent in. Every moment with Y/N tonight, Bucky at been trying to memorize every detail of the girl. He never wanted to forget anything about her. They stood there, for a moment, holding onto each other like they were the only two people in the world.

“Come on,” Bucky whispered, letting her go and grabbing her hand. “I know some place we can go.”

next chapter >

#tony stark x reader #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #the avengers x reader #avengers x reader #Phil Coulson x reader #Captain America x reader #iron man x reader #winter soldier x reader #nick fury x reader #marvel fanfiction #avengers fanfiction #tony stark imagine #steve rogers imagine #bucky barnes imagine #avengers imagine #marvel imagine

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an-army-of-nightmares · 3 years

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1the wine scene from peppermint rot was amazing, are the gifts going to be similar or different from that? also what happens to Hyde in this?

2Have you ever seen monster high bc my brain has been yelling about Henry meeting Jackson & i feel like u would understand this

1: <3! Well, no more gifts are gonna be a wine bottle, and not all of the gifts will have a whole dramatic moment where everything is quiet and wrong and Hastie being all alone, some will simply just be bad surprises on a decent day. But all the gifts will have something in common :3c, and they'll change a detail at the end of the story, that a previous chapter established to be something else ;)

I'm not sure! For simplicity sake, let's just say Jekyll's soul fused back together after death. If not, itll hardly matter as we wont be seeing Jekyll's ghost anyway, even if we do he'll have no reason to be Hyde

2: yes absolutely oh my goodness yes. I adore monster high! Ghouls Rule was a movie that I watched every chance I could, and I remember being sad as a kid that I could never find a Holt doll </3. But I got both the dolls later hehe :3c Holt's missing his headphones though 😔

In fact! Jackson and Holt are actually the reason I ever discovered The Glass Scientists!! I was looking though tumblr for content of em in July 2019 and a blog that posted about monster high, also just so happened to be reblogging posts about green-eyed Jekyll and potential red eyed Hyde. And I am an absolute sucker for possession/loss of control type stories, so that hooked me into wanting to find the comic

Anyway yes please, I absolutely want Henry to meet Jackson. What are they on the box? Grandson of Jekyll? Or Son? I'm like 90% sure its grandson. Jekyll being a funky grandpa to Jackson, although a grandpa he perhaps barely sees. I bet he'd be mad at the parents for knowing full well about Holt yet never telling Jackson, because what on earth youre telling me your kid "blacks out" frequently, has never seen the moon, and you refuse to explain to him why-

Henry going to Monster High one day for like a parent/grandparent/ family tree thing. Getting to hang out in Mad Science class and do some alchemy. Hyde (if he's still around) causing however much havoc an old man with back problems can cause, which is surprisingly much.

Ooo Jekyll meeting Frankie and just telling her that her dad was pretty chill but her grandmother (Frankenstein) was very rude

Alternatively, some type of experiment transporting 1885 Jekyll to Monster High and him getting to meet his grandson. Possible shenanigans of them trying to make sure he never hears about Holt? (Because then Jekyll would learn that HJ7 can cause his descendants to have their own "Hyde" and might want to avoid having kids because of that?, absolutely horrific but all managed in a fun light hearted kid cartoon kind of way, like 5 students scrambling to turn off some loud music from a speaker that suddenly went off)

#ask #peppermint rot #ehhh what the heck ill main tag this one #the glass scientists #im taking peppermint rot asks! but yall can also send m*nster high asks if so desired <3

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Onward: Brotherly love(part 1)

Ian POV: Hi uh, I’m Ian and I-I’m going to you a story about time that. I saved Disneyland and how me and Barley become the 26th characters so, uh, I’ll try my best I never tell anyone story’s except my movie story, of course. Uh, *clears throat* so here’s my NOBLE story. *chuckles* Mickey Mouse will you please be the narrator, please?😅

Mickey/ normal POV oh boy! Yes! So *clears* one day In a beautiful place, where all mystical creatures live in peace and harmony mostly, called, New Mushroomtin. The Lightfoot family was starting a new day. Ian, a 16-year-old elf, is shy and sometimes unconfident, but he wanna make his family proud especially his dad and his beloved brother, Barley. “Dear Brother we have a buffet awaits us!” Said Barley with enthusiasm-

Ian POV if you don’t know barley, he’s my older brother, and he’s very joyful and kind-hearted for me and the only thing that fears him the most is A, staying in hospital long time, B, he sees someone who has medical problems or has tubes, ventilator ETC, and C, seeing me hurt

Sorry, Mickey, gotta tell our Disney/fans about my brother if they don’t know who he is.😅

Mickey POV ok, so Ian replies with a chuckle, “*chuckle* its dinner Barley not a fancy buffet lol” Blazey pounces on Ian making Ian almost dropping the food “ *yelps* laughs * Blazey *ack!* okx3!🤣 😅 love you too.” Till Ian saw a letter tape on their door it’s from me(Mickey Mouse)

“ Hey Ian

this is Mickey Mouse and I was wondering if you and your brother can come to Disney world for the DVC Celebration plus you and your brother will be debating on the Disney team I know you’re shy,but you’ll be fine I’m sure my pals love ya, and even there’ll be fans who love your movie! Please accept this invitation.

Love, Mickey Mouse.❤️”

Ian reads it twice and his face turns from 😕 —>🙂😀 “Barley, will you love to go on a majestic quest with me?!😀”

Barley suddenly answer” *laughs* My dear brother, of course!” Ian nods he grabs his staff and he goes pack up their luggage’s! Laurel( their mom) looks at them a little nervous.” Are you sure you boys will be fine?” Ian nods “don’t worry I’ll call ya if something happens wrong,ok?” Laurel says “but-“ Ian cuts her off with a smile “I’m wizard well, 1st stage *chuckles* we”ll be fine, I’ll try to protect barley and he’ll protect me!”

Laurel had a tear in her eyes “ *sniffs* you two always have your father’s spirit. *sobs* 😢” Ian hugs his mom “before you go I have something for you,Ian. *grabs a flowey (lavender with gold,swirly glittered design in the edges) scarf(same style like elsa’s mom’s but different) it’s from your dad’s when he’s about almost your age.”

Ian clenched it suddenly a guset of wind swirls around him ounce as Ian closes his eyes. “Thx mom.”

Barley smiles at Ian till Blazey comes up to Ian and hugs him likes they’re gonna be leave her with their mom alone for few months, Ian says in his sweet tone “sorry girl wish we could take you with mom but, I think Mickey just wants me and Barley,ok? Who’s a good girl,come on who’s a good dragon?” Blazey barks at Ian as a “I am.” Ian gets up grabs their luggages “we’ll miss you mom,Blazey. We’ll be fine I’ll text call or FaceTime you when we want to.” Barley comes and puts his shoulder around ians’s softly “ it’s ok mom.🙂” Lauarel sheds a tear “*sniffs* you’ll always have your dad’s spirit.”

Ian goes and about to close the door “see ya in a few months,mom. *blows a kiss*”

In New Mushroomtin Airport:

Ian was a little nervous and excited to go,but he knew he always have his brother by his side and his spiritual dad beside them. Barley smiles at Ian “ready,Ian?🙂” Ian takes a deep breath and grabs his luggage’s as Barley grabs his, as Ian says” *sighs* yes!🙂”

After few days they had landed and as they saw the beauty of the Disneyland hotel Ian slowly twirls as he admires around “woah, this place is gorgeous!”😀” they’re about to unpack their luggage’s till they heard a knock on their hotel room(room 24) Ian opens the door and saw the big cheese himself,the one that started it all, Mickey Mouse! “Hi pals, hope you’re enjoying your room so far *ha ha* oh boy!” Ian shakes Mickey’s hand, *gasps* it’s a really honor to meet you Mickey can’t wait to make our 1st debut in DCA!😅” Barley comes up “hi, names Barley nice to meet you,bro*laughs* “ barley gives Mickey a bro hug. Mickey asks in his kind voice “is anything that my cast members can do for you, or-“ Ian says “no,but we’re a little hungry.” Mickey says in his cheerful tone” oh boy! I know just the place! I’ll wait till you 2 are done with your unpacking.” Ian nods and says “ I’ll knock after we’re done unpacking

Mickey closes the door as the 2 brotherly elves unpacking their luggage’s Ian took his staff out of his long suitcase. Barley asks “need help dear brother?😀” little help,please!”Ian replie. As Ian saw something in his satual shiny is a locket that has the Lightfoot gain including Blazey in the inside! replies, He puts it around his neck and looks at his reflection in the mirror Ian sheds a tear in his eyes. Barley looks at him and coax him “hey,you ok?” Ian couldn’t control his tears, so he let his tears out Barley gently puts down his stuff and hugs Ian to conforts his beloved brother. “I know you miss mom and Blazey, I miss them too,but hey, we get to make our 1st apperience in DCA,Disneyland! They’ll be tons of human fans will love us,and ETC, it’s ok.” Ian sobs softly as he hugs barley back. “ I love you and *sobs* I’m not letting anyone or anything hurt me or you. *sobs softly*😢😭“

Chapter 2

After they unpacked their luggage’s, Ian wears his shawl/scarf and grabs his staff, and knocks on the door, “ready pals?” Mickey asks. Ian grabs Barley’s hand, “*sighs* yes!🙂”

“ wow this place is majestic!” Ian said

Mickey replying “yes it’s a fun place where all ages to have fun and ETC.

Mickey: Yes, the wind blows a little bit cooler

And we're all happy

And the clouds are moving on with every pixie dusts

Our flowers just became gorgeous

Goofy:And my leaf's a little sadder and wiser

Mickey: That's why I rely on certain certainties

Yes, some things never change

Like the feel of your hand in ours

Some things stay the same

Like how we get along just fine

Like an old stone wall that will never fall

Some things are always true

Some things never change

*to Ian and Barley* Guys, did your dreams come true?

Minnie: The flowers are already blooming

Pluto, it feels like the debut is coming

*talks for pluto* tAre you telling me tonight he’s gonna get down on one knee?

Yep, but I'm really nervous at planning these things out

Like greeting them the 1st time!

*talks for pluto* Maybe you should leave all the exciting stuff to the characters

Yeah, some things never change

Like the joy that I feel for them

Some things stay the same

Like how dogs are easier

But if I commit and I go for it

I'll know what to say and do, right?

*talks for pluto* Some things never change

Pluto, the pressure is all on you

Ian: is this really true , could that be this day of our debut?

Dad, wish you could see us now? I'm not sure I want things to be perfect

These days are precious, can't let the magic fade

I can't stop this moment, but I can still go out and see this day!!

Other Disney characters: The wind blows a little bit cooler

Goofy: : And if you believe in yourself

The elf brothers: It's time to count our blessings beneath an heaven sky

Disney characters: We'll always live in the kingdom of plenty

That stands for the good of the many

Ian: And I promise you the flag of Disneyland will always fly BOOMBASTIA! *staff swishes*

Disney characters:Our flag will always fly

Our flag will always fly

Some things never change

Turn around in the time that's flown

Some things stay the same

Though the future remains unknown

May our good luck rest, may our past be past

Time's moving fast, it's true

Some things never change

Barley: And I'm holding on tight to you

Ian: Holding on tight to you

Mickey:Holding on tight to you

Ian and barley: Holding on tight to you

Chapter 3

A trolly appears and a tourist comes would you both like a tour of the park?”

The elves replied “ yes of course. *laughs at each other*” Ian goes inside the horse trolley Barley sat beside his brother after he grabs few snacks from one of the shops in Main Street USA.

After 2 hours of touring around and. Behind the castle. “Thank you so much for giving us a tour!” Ian shakes the tourist and hugs him and Barley asks, “if you don’t mind can I take a selfie with you Ian and your trolley with your horse?” “Oh absolutely!” Ian poses with his staff and helds his shawl/scarf. “SELFIE!😀” Barley calls out with delight! “Thank you so much!” “Hey no problem, have a magical time on your 1st day!” Calls out the tourist as the 2 elves goes out and have fun. They’d arrive to the AMC in Disney Hollywood studio. “Ready Ian?” Ian takes a deep breath and he holds his staff in his right arm and the other holds his brother’s hand, and said “ Yes, Yes! I’m- we’re so proud of our hard work with our movie. *sigh* I’m ready to meet our fans!”

They enters the entrance and they stop at their meet and greet spot and Ian is ready.

Chapter 4

The crowds was in line and a little girl, a 2 year old dressed as Ian, got her own Ian’s staff. It was her and her family’s turn. She hides behind her mom’s leg. Ian kneels and holds out his hands “hey little girl, it’s ok I won’t use my staff on you to hurt you, it’s ok, awww. *hugs* it’s that your staff?” The mom says “ wanna show Ian your 19 inch Ian plush?”

Ian holds his doll and make it wave at her and covers its eyes “peekaboo.”

“Aww, hey, name’s Barley it’s ok. Wanna take photos? Huh?” The girl turns towards the photographer. Ian holds his doll in his left hand and his right, hugs the girl. “ok say bye.” Says the mom. Ian blows a kiss to the girl and make his doll waves bye to the girl and says in his little high pitch voice “bye, love you * makes his doll blows a kiss and make his doll hugs her* *normal pitch* bye love you, one more hug? aww. *hugs* bye.we Love you.”

Chapter 5

Suddenly blast of wind burst the door open! Malificeint appears, smoke appears from her. “Well well well.” The wind from her power makes Ian’s hair,flannel,scarf/shawl, Barley’s vest flows. “Who are you?” Ian asks as he holds his staff and points it towards the dark souceror . “I’m Malificent. The powerful villain in all the land!” Thunder boomed as she evil laughs. “ there’s something I want. Something that’s magical and more powerful. I need your magic.😈” Ian looks at her puzzled “what?” Barley looks little upset “ why,why do you want his magic?!😨😠 Ian nobley says “wait so-“ Malificient cuts him off “let you something to you all! I want his magic to becomepowerful and become the queen of DISNEYLAND!!” Ian emotion turns from 😠 —>😨 “wait. NO!! *grunts* VOLLTEr ThUNDE-“ Malificent used her power to push Ian! “*yelps in fear* NO you YOU MONSTER!!” “YOU’LL SEE YOU’LL ALL SEE!!!! *evil laughs out loud*😈” a huge gust of wind blows ounce hard across the room. Ian’s flannel opened from the wind! Ian looks at his hand and the staff “NO! *sobs*” Ian grabs his shawl/scarf and flieds through the park the trolley horse stops and yelps out the tourist tried to calm the horse down and saw Ian ran to the hotel room(room 24). Ian shuts the bedroom door and sinks to his knees and cries as he hugs his dad’s staff. “Dad! *sobs* please help me! *sobs*” suddenly the window opens and a swirl of wind created a spirit of his dad his voice echos. “Ian,my son. Why does she wants your magic?” “*sniffs* *breaking voice* I-I don’t know.” His dad puts his hand on his young son’s cheeck.

Ian holds his scarf close to him as he looks up at his spiritual dad. His dad holds his staff and gives it to Ian, but Ian slowly grabs the staff. Suddenly he saw darkness pulls into Disneyland. Ian looks out the window, he gasps in horror his iPhone rings. “I-Ian it’s me B-barley please he-“ Ian got scared his dad told him “listen you can do this you defeated the curse dragon last time.” Ian looks at the staff and looks noble! “ I’m going to give Malificent what she wants!😠” Wilden cries out “What?! No Ian I can’t let you be powerless I can’t let my son be powerless and weak!” Ian clenched his staff and runs off to Malificent!”

Chapter 6

Inside Disneyland castle all the Disney/Pixar characters inside Malificent is waiting for her power gift,Ian! Doors slam open with a blast of Ian’s staff from Ian. “Oh Ian *hugs* I thought you-“ Ian cuts Barley off. “I’m here to give you the gift. My MAGIC!” Barley gasps in horror so does all the other characters! Malificent approaches to Ian and she stabs him in the heart Ian yells in pain.

“IAN!!!😱 NO!!!”Malificent froze Barley in place. Ian lies there shouting out pain! “No *moans* please.” “Your magic will make me more powerful! *evil laugh*

Malificent: I'm not the villain in distress.

I'm not your girlfriend or the frightened sourccer .

I'm not a little bird who needs your help to fly.

Nope..... I'm the bad guy.

All these former villains that you see...

Each of them with shaking knees has knelt before me.

So I'm not your teammate or your partner in crime.

What am I, boys?!

-She's the bad guy..-

Oh, it's magic

To watch a planet

Shrivel up and die...

Oh, it's thrillin'

To be a villain.

I take over their homes and then I watch them suffer...

Mwhaha!

CUZ, I'M THE BAD GUY!!!!😈

Ian tries to stands up but the pain in his heart hurts so bad Malificent dissapears Barley unfroze as she dissapearss.

Chapter 7

Barley brought Ian to their hotel room and laid Ian on the couch, along with the other characters “Runpunzel use your heal power.” Flyn says. Runpunzel sings a special song as she wraps her hair around Ian’s torso.

✨💫flower gleam and glow,

Let your power shine.

Make the clock reverse,

Bring back as mine.

Heal will help the pain.

Change the faith desires.

Say what’s has be loved bring back ounce was mine.

When ounce was mine.💫✨

His heart was healed Ian breaths as Barley holding his hands while he sobs sofyly and saying prayers.

Chapter 8

Elsa and Anna rush yo check on Ian withe the other Disney characters

“Elsa! *moans*” barley coax Ian @shh Ian lie down.” “ I’m so sorry it’s not our fault.”

Ian: Barley, 🎶 you’re the soul who I understand. The love that show me of who I am! through the darkness to the light. You got my back and I believe you. If It weren’t for you. I’ll be the wheels and you’ll be the road.

Barley: Ian,what you’re trying to say? Can you please let me know.

Ian: cause you carried me with you

From the quest of the gem to the battle of the dragon. I was so brave cause of you. Like a moonlight with the stars you’ll guiding me, yeah it’s true. You carried me with you!

Barley: Ian, 🎶from the day that Youall begun. But, I was there to protect you. But when I see you being hurt. I tried to help, you’re a fighter. And when my heart filled with worried. found a way to comfort me. You always found a bright side, and make me feel better.

Both: cause you carried me with you

From the quest of the gem to the battle of the dragon. I was trying to protect you, like a moonlight with the stars, you’ll be guiding me, yeah it’s true, yeah carried me with you.

Ian: oh we’ll be always be together no matter what.

Barley: watching out the days turns into night

Ian: we know to brave the stormy weathers.

Both: well never give so without a fiiiihhhhhhttt!!

Ian: and if it weren’t for you from the battle

I’ll would’ve die without you.

Barley: I’ll see us through thick and thin

For love and lost till the end.

Both: yeah you carried me with you

From the quest of the gem to the battle of the dragon I was just to secard to see

Like a moonlight with the stars you’ll always protect me

Yeah it’s true

You carried me with you

Ian: oh you carried me with you.🎶

Chapter 9

Judy and nick rushes to Ian and barley with other characters in the hotel. “We heard the news! oh sweet cheese and crackers, are you ok,Ian? *holds Ian hands*” “*sighs* he’s fine,except he has no magic left Malificent had his power!” Barley told Judy. “I’m-we’re sorry we-“

“How do we stop this darkness?!” Ian asks. Barley puts their dad’s shawl/scarf around Ian’s shoulders. Barley ordered all the characters, except Ian, to go and try to stop Malificent with him, but Ian won’t let him. “What?! No” “Ian I can’t let you die!” “No I’m coming too! If dad was here, he would go a-and go to be noble to fight and never give up. I may not have dad actually being here, but if I swear to God, he’ll be with us spiritually,I love you!” Barley looks at him little sceard. Ian holds his shawl/scarf and shouts “Come on, stay together! STAY STRONG!!” Barley can’t believe that his brother is gonna sacrifice his love for his family and old/new friends!

Chapter 10

Malificent : 🎶Believe me I know

I've sunk pretty low

But whatever I've done you deserved

I'm the bad guy, that's fine

It's no fault of mine

And some justice at last will be served

Now it's time to step up

Or it's time to back down

And there's only one answer for me

And I'll stand up and fight

Cause I know that I'm right

And I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready

Ready as I'll ever be

Ian: Now it's time to rise up

Or it's time to stand down

And the answer is easy to see

And I swear by the staff

If you're in, get on board

Are you ready?

Judy: I'm ready

Mickey Minnie : We're ready

Crowd: We're ready

Ian: Ready as I'll ever be

Barley : Are you quite sure we can do this?

Ian: Together we will guarantee

Malificent : I'll make them hear me

Crowd: Now it's time to redeem

Or it's time to resolve

Ian : Prove they can trust me

Crowd: And the outcome will hardly come free

Ian: I'll save or land and family

Crowd: Now the line's in the sand

And our moment's at hand

Mérida : And I'm ready

Barley : I'm ready

Ian & Judy: I'm ready

Malificent : Ready as I'll ever be!🎶

Chapter 11

Ian got on a horse(which it almost reminds him Guenivere (their stead)

Barley looks confident but scared for his brother. “Ian, are you sure? I don’t want you to get hurt. “ Ian says “I may not have magic, but I still have little magic inside if me.” Ian fleds through Main Street USA to the Castle. As Ian gets off alone with the horse, the horse neighs meaning: be careful, ” it's ok I’ll be fine.

Chapter 12

In Disneyland caatle area the sky covers with darkness, The wind blows across the land. Ian gasps in horror along with the Disney characters. Ian stood noble to try to control his tears. “Come on, Barley you Judy with me the others splits together.” The characters nods as they splits up. They go inside the castle until army of guards surrounded them Ian reaches out his staff,Barley grabs his sword and Judy grabs a spare sword and they start batting! “Boombastia! Guys I’ll go and and find Malificent!” They agree as the others continue battling withe guards. Ian goes and find Malificent with his staff till *whoosh* smoke appears and she appears in front of him! Ian grabs his staff, “you’ll never NEVER take away my magic😡!” Malificent and Ian starts their battle as she knocks him out the bouncony and top of the castle’s roof the wind was strong. Ian shivers from the wind. Malificent uses her magic. Ian uses his staff “Volltar Thundersir!” Till Malificent shoot her magic and Ian hit hers created a huge gusts of wind till *whoosh* Ian was shot a little thank god he’s still alive. Barley saw the action “Ian? NO!!!!!” And the final act of the magic Malificent and Ian magic hits Barley and knocks him down,dead. Ian cries out “BARLEY,NO,no, please, YOU MONSTER!!! VOLLTAR THUBDERSIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” *BOOM!!” His staff explodes and kills Malificent, for good!

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I liked your headcanon backstory for Lio, when you have the time would you share your idea for Galo's?

Galo's story time! According to random thoughts that occur in my brain to make me upset at night!

Once again, thank you for the interest. And I guess it comes off that I enjoy writing so I hope you enjoy reading. Even when its said. >.> I'd love to discuss with people their ideas still. And once again again... its LONG.

TW emotional abuse, parental death, small racism mention, transphobia mention, bullying, self harm via over working, and again I apologize if I miss anything.

Galo's parents were city dwelling young teens that fell in love and got married months later after dating at barely 19 years old. And it was rough.

His mother was loud, out spoken, take no bullshit kind of girl. She grew up all her life in Promepolis, poor and dirty. She'd get drunk at gay bars, fight with her parents, make out with random people and claimed it was living life to the fullest and if you can't handle that then you are just a prude!

His father recently moved into the city with his father (Galo's grandfather). They lost their home and was moved to Promepolis' shelter.

The recent events of the World Blaze caused many people to be displaced and homeless across the world. And welcoming new comers in the city scared the locals, what if they were Burnish? But with a majority of livable land reduced to deserts, people had to go somewhere.

Galo's father was training to be museum curator assistant. He was well versed in many cultures histories, educated, introverted and always got his way through social interactions via jokes. Upon arriving to the city he was currently jobless, the museum and city he previously called home was burned to the ground. His father was his only family and unfortunately wasn't handling old age well.

Sort of an opposites attract but 'were not so different, you an I' way. They met through friends of a friend. Galo's father wasn't fond of clubs but went anyway. She made him let loose for once in his life and he fell head over heels for her. They connected real fast. They were just 19 and impulsive, but it worked out in the end sorta, and decided if the world is this sucky lets just get married right away.

The reason why Galo was never taken in by any other family members was because 1. Galo's father only had Galo's grandfather, who was living in a home for his health. and 2. Galo's mother was disowned by her parents after hitching up with Galo's dad. She was from a large Italian family. Tight knit. They disapproved of her not dating or marrying an Italian boy from the city. She married a Japanese man. They excommunicated her from the family. Even when Galo was born they refused to see him.

Galo was their 'miracle child'. Kind of playing off how in the movie he was always is in such danger he should've died, it was a miracle Galo was born! His mother went through unfortunate miscarriages before she suddenly had Galo. And even then he was born premature and was held in the hospital on and off for the first 3 years of his life. And he survived! He was their miracle.

The family mostly lived a quiet life. Working multiple jobs in a shitty city apartment, caring for an elderly man and a small child. They knew of the politics and horrors going on in the world but they had no time to think of it. They were just trying to survive day by day. They had no outside support. They had friends but even then, they were busy too. There were fights about money, who is staying home with Galo, why don't we have any food in the fridge, whose taking him to school. They made a rule to never fight in front of Galo but kids still felt tension.

Galo didn't quite know he was different from other kids. He just felt.. wrong. It was discovered he was a boy early on though. Really, his parents had suspicions. Galo would hate being referred to as girly, lived for the idea of tomboy. Even when it conflicted with things he did like, like dolls and dresses. The moment someone said he was a pretty girl in that dress, he threw out the dress, tore it to pieces. He would get irritable when people used words and terms for him he didn't decide for himself. He only ever wore his dresses at home, played with dolls at home. At school he begged to wear baseball t-shirts, have robot notebooks, he'd point to anything in the boys section without much care to what it was, as long as it made him appear 'boy' to the world. His parents sat him down to talk about all this. When it all clicked that their child was transgender, they did all they could to make his life easier. They poured their money into puberty blockers for the time being. Before any further steps would happen.

Galo was bullied heavily at school. He was the 'weird' kid. The 'ugly girl', the 'freak'. Even to teachers who were asked to respect him, they just found him to be a 'troublemaker'. Never paying attention in class, always fidgeting, he'd talk too loud, always asking to go to the bathroom.

'Look at adults when youre talking to them.' 'Stop drawing and pay attention.'

He'd try to go by the rules but the rules always didn't make sense to him. Gender was confusing but school was even more confusing. He was always frustrated. All his attempts at fitting in were hit by walls. No one seemed to understand him. Kids stepped all over him, stealing any cool pencils or books he had. His back pack thrown across the school yard.

And just as his parents hid their worried and hard life from him, he made sure to not worry them about his own struggles.

When the fire happened Galo was around 13 year old. Galo was in bed. There were suddenly flames everywhere and his instincts made him run to his parents room. His mother was trapped inside the bedroom, his father outside. Galo was told to make a quick exit out of the house on his own. And in a panic he fled out the front door and into the worst possible human being.

Everything was pretty much a blur. Galo fell hard into shock when his parents weren't coming out of the building. He honestly was clinging to anything nearby to just.. hold something.. feel something. It just happened to be Kray Foresight.

The news was on the scene and sirens were blaring and Galo was anywhere but on earth in that moment. He was placed in an ambulance with a shock blanket, Kray sat beside him, muttering to himself. The only words Galo caught were something along the lines of ‘how unexpected the world gives things.’

In Kray's world, his sudden fame gave his sabotage and manipulate plan more speed. In Galo's world. Before he could even start his life, it ended.

Galo was sent to live in foster care. His Grandfather unable to support him. Galo got heavy into history when visiting his grandfather. The man had Galo's father history books in storage and Galo was instantly pulled in. Especially in his father's culture which he never got to learn much about. He discovered the history of Hikeshi through the books and it became his biggest interest. some foster care nurses were worried about him getting into firefighting history after suffering from a fire.

Galo would also visit a reluctant Kray very often. The media always ate it up. Kray would pose for pictures and Galo loved the attention. A break from thinking anything bad, he could run around a large empty office while Kray was on calls. Okay, maybe, sometimes he'd get yelled at for being too loud. And Kray would kick him out of the room. But thats just cause he was busy! Galo would talk and talk and talk to Kray about the new things he read in his books, he'd even bring by the books some days! His back pack full. It has to do with firefighting! Kray is working on ways to help prevent burnish fires! Kray would so be interested in Galo's research! So he'd spread out all the books all over Krays desk. Kray would let in some tv people during Galo's visits, maybe so they could see how even Galo, a kid, can be working so hard for a better world!

Galo would notice how different Kray got when it was just them two. Kray would mutter under his breath a lot. Stress from the job probably. Krays outbursts toward Galo only happened when they were alone. clearly Galo was being a bother to him. Kray was a busy man. Galo wasn't helping as much as he should be for Kray. Galo started being more quiet during his visits. He went from jumping around to sitting in the corner of the room, watching Kray work, till he was yelled at to stop staring. Galo would pace the Foundations halls, people watching. How they acted and how he could do the same to impress Kray finally. Show he isn't a kid anymore. That he’s normal.

But Kray wasn't always so stressed out with Galo, sometimes he'd pat Galo's head, buy him a new clothes and video games, have someone drive him back to the foster home in a big fancy car. And one day Kray even started noticing how interested Galo was in firefighting! He even offered to pay for schooling!

Galo hated the foster home system. Instead of dealing with his problems he ran away. He'd run to Kray's office. To visit his grandfather. Just mindlessly wander the city. Being an older child with trauma, adoption wasn't really on his plate. Ageing out seemed to be his only option. But no one ever wanted to just tell him that was the case. Giving false hopes for a better life.

Being bullied in school was easy compared to being bullied by other foster kids. They all hated Galo for being Krays 'favorite'. Galo was given a special room because Kray paid for it. Galo was bought clothes and video games and taken on drives in fancy cars! It was common for Galo to come back to his bedroom trashed. The first Matoi made out of card board and scrap fabric... suddenly found burning in the buildings front yard.

Galo would try and try and try to fit in. To be accepted. To have friends. So he started letting other kids come join him in the fancy car rides. He'd give others his clothes, pretending they were gifts. He'd help others by doing their chores. And suddenly everyone needed Galo.

When Galo's grandfather passed on due to old age. Galo felt more hopeless. His Grandfather was having memory issues in his old age, so Galo visited less, he could handle being mistaken for his mother, or asked who he even was. Galo felt so useless. And then the last piece of his family died and he, once again, was useless.

He was 16years old now. And felt so very stuck. As he was getting closer and closer to aging out of the system Galo was slowly accepting he had his own dreams of being a firefighter now. To help people who befell such a horrible situation that he himself suffered. He also wanted to impress Kray with his studies and maturity. He got to work. He got a job at the foster home, secretly got a front desk job at the Foundation, did small odd jobs around the city. All at 16-17. 18 years old was moving closer and closer. He wouldn’t eat or sleep and his body would ache everyday. But. He didn't want to be stuck and be useless.

Galo wanted to talk to Kray about helping him with top surgery. After the fire he got off puberty blockers, and after many many therapy sessions with the foster homes nurse did he start hormone replacement therapy. He honestly thought Kray already knew Galo wasn't cis from when he was 13 years old. But it seems he keeps forgetting. Kray was told about it by a nurse but he didn't mention it again. So Kray must not care that Galo was trans! He'd surely be excited and proud when he finds out how hard Galo worked up the money and how mature he was for all his research.

Kray was livid.

Calling Galo impulsive as always. Galo was working 2 years on this, and was researching for even longer. But.. I guess it was still 'impulsive' of him. Kray said it was too huge a thing to do to ones body. Galo understood that. Does that mean he can't go through with it? Yes, it was a big change but thats what Galo wanted. Kray just stated the obvious. Galo just wanted support for it. Galo explained as calmly as he could to Kray. Kray didn't seem to budge. Galo was too nervous about doing it without Kray's support. So he just sulked for months. Til one day, Kray said he found a surgeon. And Galo was elated! The news the next day had a big article on how Kray was still being a hero to the small boy he saved years ago.

Galo had some extreme abandonment issues. He conformed all his life to fit into a role, a job, a way he was expected to be for whoever he was talking to. He struggled with his own identity from a young age and with how different the world continued to act towards him it was hard for him to find his own place of comfort. It was always someone elses comfort he had to focus on. Joining Burning Rescue enhanced that feeling. He was meant to save and help others. And he was happy with that. It gave him purpose, pride, and reason to keep living.

Night terrors and sleep paralysis started immediately after the fire. During his foster home days, he was known to be awake at all hours of the night. Playing video games, reading, wandering around, doing exercise. anything to think of anything that wasn't that night. That wasn't how he's failing, how he wasn't liked, how he wasn't 'normal'.

He'd apologize after every time he got too excited and his voice got loud. Kray would always yell or give him a look from that. Kray wasn't subtle about how disinterested he was in Galo's interests. Galo would talk and talk and Kray would grunt and mumble under his breath and then slam the books off his desk nonchalantly. Galo would shut up. Galo had trouble understanding when the right time to speak was, what if he was too loud, what if he said something wrong.

Self deprecating humor was his go to in social interactions. If he said how annoying and stupid he was first then when they say it, it won't hurt that much. Or well, its just a joke, he doesn't really hate who he is! Right?

Galo's self harm was in working too much. Sleeping too little. He'd appear as a workaholic, invested in his passions. He'd be important and useful and he convinced himself that the aches werent there or werent too bad. His forgetfulness from lack of sleep was just him being stupid.

After Parnassus. He dealt with his issues more. Sort of. He'd become invested in helping Lio in helping the Burnish. Helping Lio with Lio's traumas and aches and lack of sleep.

But Lio was also invested in helping Galo.

Lio.. listened to him. Galo would talk and talk and talk and Lio could repeat the information back days later. Lio asked to hear more about certain subjects. Lio snap at Galo everytime he made a self hating joke. Galo still suffered nightmares and traumas but he wasn't alone this time. Truely wasn't alone. He finally had someone, and even more then just Lio, actually checking in on him, visiting him. Instead of Galo running to find someone to connect to and meeting brick walls.. he was slowly starting to have someone run to him.

Lio was the first person Galo would talk to about his parents. About the fun board game nights they had together. How his mother would let Galo wear make up and dresses but still refer to him as a boy when asked. How his father would let Galo stay up way to late watching old movies with him.

Galo had his own issues to deal with but he was in love with Lio intensely. Someone understood him when no one else would. But he couldn't always trust his own head, it always seemed to give the wrong answers about how others felt. But he just felt Lio loved him back. Lio just needed time. And there were days and months where Galo felt it was entirely one sided. That no one could love a fool like him.

But Lio would always end up doing something, as if reading Galo's mind, that showed he cared for Galo and that Galo's negative thoughts were just that, negative thoughts.

OKAY I feel like i could write forever and I def went all over the place. Im def missing some big points and thoughts. I hope this is at least readable. I'm sleepy. I'm going to bed.

I hope it wasn't too long or too weird or too much. idk where i was going with it and well i started writing with out a goal in mind. Just getting thoughts out really. Enjoy??And please talk to me about your thoughts. Anon or not anon. But thank you again for being even vaguely interested!! I know its not like.. fun or prob a popular idea for the most part.

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Billboards #1 1964

Under the cut.

Bobby Vinton – “There! I’ve Said It Again” -- January 4, 1964

*sob* This song is so bad. Is there even a beat at all? It's so slow. It should not be so slow. Vinton sounds both self-satisfied and whiny. It's a love song, I suppose, but this doesn't sound anything like love to me. It sounds like it was created by the Moral Majority. Help, I need someone.

The Beatles – “I Want To Hold Your Hand” -- February 1, 1964

Yeah, I did that on purpose. It's fashionable to hate on The Beatles these days, but I will not be joining in. "I Wanna Hold Your Hand" is not one of their best songs, but if I'd been there at the time, I'd have been screaming my head off for them too. After going through the past couple years of hits, I feel ready to scream for them now. There's a beat. There's forward motion. There's understanding how to sing a song. That wasn't totally lacking on the charts until them -- Ray Charles, after all, and some others -- but what a wasteland it's been generally. The bad stuff has been so very, very bad. Anyway. "I Wanna Hold Your Hand" -- okay song today, but pure oxygen in 1964.

The Beatles – “She Loves You” -- March 21, 1964

This is one of my favorite songs. "Hey idiot, this great girl you thought you lost due to your idiocy still loves you." Implied: Either you go on her knees to get her back or I go after her. And it doesn't sound anything like any #1 I've covered so far. Major interesting bassline, great harmonies, good drums, guitar, everything lines up perfectly.

The Beatles – “Can’t Buy Me Love” -- April 4, 1964

What else is there to say at this point? It's good. It's true. It's romantic. It's fast. McCartney knows how to sing. Notice that none of these three hits in a row are heartbreak songs? There have been way too many of those on this list, and most of them were bad. These songs are happy, and not fake happy. They're driven. They're alive.

Louis Armstrong – “Hello, Dolly!” -- May 9, 1964

The person to finally kick The Beatles down the charts was one of our greatest homegrown artists. It's like people had finally woken up after Bobby Vinton's horrible song in January. Not Louis Armstrong's best, but it's Louis Armstrong. So it's thoroughly enjoyable.

Mary Wells – “My Guy” -- May 16, 1964

Motown is well and truly here. I adore this song. It's sweet without being cloying, the beat is fun, and of course Mary Wells is amazing. And as a woman whose taste in men has never matched up with what I'm supposed to find attractive, and has taken a lot of crap for that, I connect with the song personally.

The Beatles – “Love Me Do” -- May 30, 1964

I think this is the worst of the Beatles' hits so far. Which doesn't make it bad. The harmonica's great. But the lyrics are kinda, well, dumb. Thankfully they're dumb and cheery, not dumb and doleful like so much I've covered.

The Dixie Cups – “Chapel Of Love” -- June 6, 1964

Earworm alert. That hook is a killer. The song gets at the overwhelmed, slightly stunned happiness that comes from getting married. We went to city hall, not to the chapel, but the feeling's the same. I can't say whether I like the song exactly -- the hook is so overpowering, it doesn't really give you a chance. It's in your head now, forever.

Peter & Gordon – “A World Without Love” -- June 27, 1964

The narrator doesn't have a girlfriend so he's going to hide in his room until his true love shows up. Or maybe he was dumped by his true love and therefore is going to hide? It's not very clear, which is unusual for a song written by Paul McCartney. But there's a reason he gave it to someone else. It's actually a fine song, good harmonies, good beat, very teenage sensibility without being annoying. Not too special after the last six songs though.

The Beach Boys – “I Get Around” -- July 4, 1964

I can never hear this without picturing the 1986 film Flight of the Navigator. As usual with Beach Boys songs, the music is excellent and the lyrics are deeply dumb and repetitive. So it's a fun song, but not one I go out of my way to listen to.

The Four Seasons – “Rag Doll” -- July 18, 1964

Gah Frankie Valli's falsetto again. Also it's overproduced. This guy loves a poor girl but his father says nope, she's a poor so you can't marry her, and he just accepts it. I really don't like anything about The Four Seasons.

The Beatles – “A Hard Day’s Night” -- August 1, 1964

My mom and I once rented the movie A Hard Day's Night, and were surprised at how fun it was. (She was a little young to experience the full force of Beatlemania when it hit.) The song written for the movie: Also very fun, and good, and sexy. "But when I get home to you I'll find the things that you do will make me feel all right." Things sure changed fast in 1964.

Dean Martin – “Everybody Loves Somebody” -- August 15, 1964

Dean Martin was constitutionally incapable of being serious. Sometimes his smarm worked. Not here. It could be worse, but it could be a lot better. I'd have been much happier if it had been just about anyone else's version, though Peggy Lee's is my favorite.

The Supremes – “Where Did Our Love Go” -- August 22, 1964

Have you noticed how good pop music suddenly got? It's not just The Beatles. This is a heartbreak song without a hint of schmaltz. It makes you feel better, not worse, and you can even dance to it. But it's still sad. Motown was amazing in its heyday.

The Animals – “The House Of The Rising Sun” -- September 5, 1964

I've loved this song since I was a kid. And I understood it; "gambling causes ruin" is perfectly comprehensible to an 8-year old. It's dark and real, and Eric Burdon's voice and singing give me chills. The keyboard is like nothing I've heard on this list before. I think this might be goth. It's something great, anyway.

Roy Orbison – “Oh, Pretty Woman” -- September 26, 1964

I hate the movie Pretty Woman. A lot. This song became a hit again when the movie came out. Obviously I associate this song with that movie. So I don't have an opinion about the song that's separate from a movie I hate and that Roy Orbison had nothing to do with. I'm passing on this one.

Manfred Mann – “Do Wah Diddy Diddy” -- October 17, 1964

Two number ones in a row about a pretty woman walking down the street. They sort of sound similar in parts too. Anyway, pretty woman walking down the street singing nonsense, narrator ends up making out with and then getting engaged to her. It's silly, and it's okay. "Okay" has a much higher bar than it did just last year.

The Supremes – “Baby Love” -- October 31, 1964

I have a problem with The Supremes, and it's that their first four #1 hits have exactly the same subject matter, and that subject matter is being in love with a man who no longer loves them. After this list, I'm sick of heartbreak songs, and they were never my favorite anyway. Four love songs in a row and I'd have been happy. Dance songs, ditto. But if we must have heartbreak songs, can we have a little righteous anger too? Not just plaintiveness? Anyway, "Baby Love" is a Supremes song, which means if you hear it far apart from their other songs, it's great. When I hear them together like this, though, the formula gets painful.

The Shangri-Las – “Leader Of The Pack” -- November 28, 1964

I hope this song was meant to be funny, because I find it goddamn hilarious. How'd she meet a bad boy whom she knew was sad at the candy store? I like the message that you shouldn't dump your boyfriend solely because your daddy tells you to. But I don't think there's any intended message here. I think it might be a song making fun of the 50s motorcycle bad boy aesthetic and all those "girlfriend/boyfriend died" schmaltzfests people suffered through.

Lorne Greene – “Ringo” -- December 5, 1964

A baritone spoken word piece about a Western outlaw. I doubt it would have gone anywhere if Ringo Starr hadn't been named Ringo. It's probably good for its genre, since Lorne Greene was a good actor, but I can't tell.

The Supremes – “Come See About Me” -- December 19, 1964

It doesn't sound like a heartbreak song, but of course it is. And a super severe one; she gave up all her friends for him, and then he left her too. But she still wants him back. Eesh. Of course Diana Ross doesn't sound sad singing it, because she never sounds really sad singing these songs. The technique obviously worked, but the more I think about it, the more I don't like it. It's a really good song. And not for me, now that I've actually thought this much about it.

The Beatles – “I Feel Fine” -- December 26, 1964

A sitar has been spotted! Anyway, he and his baby are in love, and he brags about buying her diamond rings. The Beatles never had any shame about buying the women in their songs stuff to make them happy. I like that. And I like this song.

BEST OF 1964: "My Guy". Yep, not a Beatles song. This is thoroughly subjective, after all. But what a lot of great songs there were this year, and how relieved I am to be able to say that. WORST OF 1964: "There! I've Said It Again", overwhelmingly.

#billboard number ones

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CanvasWatches: Violet Evergarden: Eternity and the Auto Memory Doll

Didn’t expect to return to this world, but I am happy to see it again. It’s important to consume media that makes you want to be a better storyteller. Keeps you humble while keeping the creative fire lit.

Like a well tended cooking fire.

Perhaps I need to take inspiration from Violet Evergarden: Eternity and the Auto Memory Doll, and focus more on character exploration and dialogue in the major project I keep stalling on. The ‘Protagonist meets someone and they talk’ format is how I got through that one near-notable fanfiction I wrote until I actually figured out a plot.

The Violet Evergarden movie felt like two episodes of the series put together. An arc that could’ve fit easily into the television broadcast without missing a step. Which is what I wanted: more gentle vignettes in a beautiful world.

Violet herself makes a great supporting character. The stories are at their best when it’s more about the client than Violet. Violet’s a character in her epilogue: a former soldier who found someone who believed in her, lost him, and reached the end of the war in need of purpose, which she ultimately found as a scribe and courier company worker. Her love was found and lost before she truly understood what love even was, and the action’s over.

Which is part of why the story appeals to me. There’s a certain satisfaction in watching life go on after the life-defining events are over.

In a turn, the first story of the film positions Violet as the teacher introducing Amy/Isabella to a society after emerging from war times, paying forward the charity given to Violet when she was an adrift war orphan with medical problems.

Isabella is attending a finishing school for young women waiting to be married off. She’s uneasy around her classmates, as Isabella York is an identity given to Amy Bartlett, a homeless girl who was barely scraping by attempting to take care of a younger girl she’d adopted as her sister when a noble man appears to adopt Amy[1] with the promise of arranging care for the adopted sister, Taylor.

Now as Isabella York, the girl is first resentful of the prim and proper Violet Evergarden, keeping her at arm’s length. However, as Violet assists Isabella in her education, the two bond through various ship teases, and Violet’s method of polite bluntness helps Isabella bridge the gap with her classmates, and eventually Isabella trusts Violet enough to share her backstory and request a letter be written and delivered to Taylor. Violet happily obliges, and also dances with Isabella at the debutante’s graduation.

Because Kyoto Animation has found their niche in winks to Yuri fanbases, I guess.

Job complete, Violet leaves as Isabella suddenly gains friendship from an incidental character that was cleverly coded as a bully character, what with her royal ringlets and fufu laugh. Nice use of cliches to give the audience the same assumptions as Isabella.

Back at her postal company, Violet passes Isabella’s letter onto mail carrier Benedict, as well as a letter of her own.

Taylor Bartlett was placed at an orphanage, which is an obvious improvement from the shack she and Amy were living in, but she’s still lonely and forcing a distance between herself and her adopted sister. Further, Taylor received little education, as Benedict is forced to read the letters to the poor illiterate child.

Violet’s letter offers the girl, whom Violet hasn’t actually met, support should Taylor ever need it.

Isabella/Amy’s letter gives reassurance and an explanation for why she had to abandon her.

End part one.

Then we get a three year time skip (four years from the war ending). The steampunk tech has evolved, as more automobiles are on the roads and Benedict has taken to riding what is essentially a steam-powered ebike.[2]

I admire media that uses time skips, as it requires a dedication to committing to off screen changes and lost opportunities. Although, considering the strength of Violet Evergarden’s vignette based storytelling and ambiguous time scale, this particular skip leaves three years the production staff can go back and fill in with more stories.[3]

Everyone’s lives seem largely unchanged, however. Violet still resides in the company headquarters, the same staff are in their same roles, and so forth. Guess there’s not much career mobility in the courier business.

Anyways, Taylor snuck away from her orphanage and made her way to the city, tracking down the Postal Company that brought her a letter from her estranged sister. Upon finding the company and Benedict (who she recognizes as being the one to deliver her happiness), Taylor moves onto phase two: getting a job as Mail Carrier herself!

Company President Hodgins is reluctant to hire a literal child, but Violet steps in to convince him to take Taylor as an apprentice until arrangements can be made to return Taylor to the orphanage. It seems Violet feels kinship with this young orphan trying to find family and a place in the world.

It’s pretty cool that the greatest strength the once emotionless Violet developed is empathy. It’s a pretty cool trait to give your protagonist.[4]

Benedict briefly attempts to take Taylor on as his helper, discovering over their shared route that Taylor remains illiterate. So Violet steps in to teach Taylor to write, as well as getting out her old mail-carrier uniform to assist with teaching Taylor the job.

Eventually, the Evergarden family adopts Taylor,[5] and Taylor writes a letter for big sister Amy.

But no one actually knows where Amy/Isabella went after graduating from the finishing school.

So Benedict starts making calls and practicing some clever detective work to select the estate of a Duke Neville. The price he asks Hodgins for this work is a new motorcycle with sidecar, which carries both him and Taylor to the estate.

He arrives, finds Isabella content but alone, and delivers the letter as Taylor hides in the bushes. Both sisters cry happy tears, and Benedict and Taylor leave as they discuss Taylor’s decision not to actually reunite with her sister until becoming a proper mail carrier.

Thus concludes the film.

I quite enjoyed the movie as an extension of the original series, and I believe it is self-contained enough to stand on its own. There’s plenty of questions left unanswered, and it feels like the middle portion of a long story that the postal employees get only a brief glimpse of, which is appropriate for the tone. I wish the promotional materials made it seem less like the story of Violet sweeping a woman off her feet and more on it being an extra long episode of Violet Evergarden, as that’s what it truly is.

Now I need to cross off more things from my backlog.[6]

Hulu’s got the second season of Log Horizon...

Kataal kataal.

[1] Amy Bartlett either is legitimately the lost heir of a noble family, or was selected to take that role. I’m not clear on the truth. [2] I’d be jealous if it didn’t look so beat up and impractical. [3] I hope the production staff goes back to fill the three years with more stories. [4] Try it at home! [5] Considering it’s where Violet gets her last name, it’s odd how little a role Tiffany Evergarden plays outside of adopting girls for plot convenience… [6] Digimon Adventure's getting a reboot, and I still haven’t watched Tri!

#CanvasWatches #violet evergarden #anime #kyoani #CanvasReviews

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CH. 1 Primed for Sin

Notes: This is my first fanfic so it’s probably not so good LOL its a bit personal and inspired by my own story of losing the love of my life. I was also listening to Slow dancing in a burning room by John Meyer to set the mood. Im open to constructive criticism so I can improve and make chpt 2 better. Enjoy

Ch. 1 primed for sin

This was your final walk down this hallway in Arkham hospital. The same hospital you came to a year ago looking for adventure and to escape the rut of all the daunting paperwork. When you were first hired by the CIA 6 years ago you naively thought it would be like a oo7 movie or spies you see in Hollywood movies. You couldn’t be more mistaken. A chuckle escaped your mouth as you signed in the sign in sheet. You could start to feel your legs getting heavier and heavier with every daunting step you took.

“Is Dr. Quinn in there? You asked the guard. Taking a drink of your black coffee. Bad idea your anxiety was already Moments away from becoming a panic attack.

“Yes, she’s waiting for you.” He answered in his usual bored monotone voice.

“Thank you, once she leaves bring in Arthur please and then you’re free to go as well until our session is over.” Quinn was Arthur’s state psychiatrist. You had paid her off so you could meet with Arthur privately. It had been a year and half since Meeting with Gary about a possible operation. Get his “lad” as he like to call Arthur, out of Arkham. Your specialty was arms deals but something in you wouldn’t let you turn it down.

You were able to pull some strings and be assigned as Arthurs new Doctor with the help of his current one. As a rogue agent you naturally distrusted her. Luckily she didn’t want the case and You were able to pay her off so she would leave during our sessions. Today would be the last one and by tomorrow Arthur or rather Joker would be a free man. You could feel your throat closing up. That lump in your throat threatening to suffocate you. No matter how much water you drank or coughing you did it persisted, reminding you just how much you had helplessly fallen in love. There was a chance you will never see each other again. It took every ounce in you to keep it together and not breakdown crying. You broke your most important rule “never fall in love” and now there was no going back. The realization of this left you breathless.

“ good job y/n” you mumbled sarcastically while setting everything down on the old warn down table. Arkham desperately needed to refurnish.

“How do you manage to get more beautiful every time I see you?” You had been so deep in thought, organizing your paperwork, and fighting back tears you didn’t notice Arthur walk in.

“Good morning to you too Arthur.” You grinned from ear to ear as he made his way to give you a hug. “are you ready for tomorrow?” You asked looking up and admiring how beautiful this man was. His salt/pepper hair slicked back leaving his features highlighted. The way his full brows made his green eyes so intense you could get lost in them forever. You had to look away. Never before had you seen eyes that held so much beauty and danger.

“Lets not talk about that kitten, I want this hour to be special. It is our last time meeting you know.” He said shooting you a half smile that made you weak in the knees. But you could see the sadness that decorated his face. His smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. Arthur was so worried about you. Sweet Arthur if only others could see the real you. They would love you as much as I do.

“Look at me please” he ordered. “Youve been crying haven’t you?” Shaking his head

You wanted to lie, deny the whole ordeal, brush it all under the rug but you couldn’t lie to him and you fell into his arms. “Im going to miss you so much. I love you and I feel like my heart is being ripped out of my chest. I know we cant be together right now but it hurts. It hurts so much I cant breath.” Body wracked with an onslaught of sobs and tears.

He pulled you into his arms. His warmth would seep into your being and he comforted you without ever opening his mouth. You felt one of his tears cascade down your shoulder.He was intoxicating and every cell in your body craved him like an addict craves his fix. “Im sorry doll” his voice was heavy with pain, the same way guilt weighed down upon his shoulders.

“I know and i will be ok as long as you are safe, that’s all that matters to me Arthur” you replied forcing your voice to sound as normal and not break in the same way your heart was shattering with every second that passed.

He held you tightly. Hands on the small of your back while you wrapped your hands around his neck and face resting on his chest. The two of you danced with grief in the tiny white room in Arkham. Where it all begin. Unforeseen by you meeting him for the first time was like coming out of a hibernation you didn’t know you were in. His eyes green like spring breaking through winters snow. The same room where you had laughed, cried, and talked about the future together. You felt so complete in his arms. He took away the emptiness that like an abusive partner threatened to never leave and you a patient with Stockholm syndrome Obeyed finding comfort in it. You wanted to melt into him and become one so that nothing could ever tear you apart from him.

“We will see each other again I promise.” trying to not only convince him but convince yourself as well.

Arthur started humming the tune of one our favorite songs we slowly danced in a burning room. He whispered those dark silly jokes he was so proud of and knew would get a chuckle out of you. Oh how you prayed time would stop this instant and you could keep experiencing his velvet soft touch. Arthur was your home and soon you’d find yourself homeless once more.

A knock on the door jerked us back into reality. “Its time to take Mr.Fleck back to his room” you heard from across the door.

“Yes gives us a minute please!” You shouted resentfully. It wasn’t the guards fault but you had to take it out on someone. Grasping at any sense left of control.

“Time flies when you’re having fun” he said taking a seat across from your desk. It would be the last time he would sit in that chair. The chair that was a witness to our love story. Once comfortable he gracefully put a cigarette in between his lips and lit it. You found yourself Getting lost in his graceful confident movements. The opening of the box. The click of the lighter. The slight tilt of his head. Crisp burning of a cigarette. First small inhale. Exhale not letting it reach his lungs. The lift of his neck. Long drag. Exhale. It was as if time had slowed down. almost as if the universe was gifting you this so you could take it all in only for it to be preyed away from hands. Only leaving with you those haunting memories of what no longer is. Grieving for what will never be. Oh bittersweet universe. You cruel bastard.

“Yes, sorry” you said. You could feel your cheeks turn cherry red.

“You can stare at me all you want doll.” He insisted.

“Cocky arent we now.” We both broke into laughter. It seemed to lighten the air in the room. Thank God, those sinister white walls felt like they could collapse on you at any second.

still standing leaning on the desk. you turned to pick up the folder on the desk. You had gone over the plan several times and you were confident things would run smoothly. “Gary did a great job putting a team together for you” You advised.

Arthur reached to grab the folder not saying a word. “All the documents to your new properties, weapons bought. Also the names of politicians, law enforcements and agents that will be working for you are also included. Just incase they want to cause problems.”

“I love you y/n always remember that” he finally said.

“I love you too Arthur, Good luck tomorrow everything will work out as planned.” Arthur leaned in for one last tender passionate kiss. His honey sweet tongue dancing with yours to a tune only you two were privy to. Suddenly the guard barged in to take him.

“Im sorry to interrupt but its time” walking towards Arthur. If looks could kill you would have killed him a thousand times over.

You watched as he was handcuffed again and lead out of the room. Arthur never taking his eyes off of you. As soon as the door closed your legs betrayed you as you feel to your knees. The pain flooded every inch of your body like a dam unable of being contained any longer. Tears stinging as they made their way down your cheeks. “Comeback please!” You tried to yell in vain. Unable to find the strength to let it out. “Why do you always take from me God, everything I love gets taken” you cursed at the sky. You had not felt such intense pain since the passing of your mother. Finally finding the strength to pick your shaking limbs off the floor, you noticed a folded note on the desk.

“I was never really insane, except on occasions where my heart was touched.” Go with me doll, i cant do this alone. meet me at the warehouse. We leave at 9. Joker

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Dark Gemini’s Game. Part 1: The Invite

The following chapters will be inspired by the Oculus Rift game “Affected: The Horror Experience” and videos that I have seen of “Knott’s Scary Farm”. Sorry if this a problem, but I thought it would be a good idea for this year.

Another quick note is that future parts are to be published automatically. So if there are no links to the other parts, I will fix that when I get the chance.

Please enjoy this spooky special.

Prologue: click HERE

Part 2: click HERE

Date: 31st October 🎃 👻

Kyun, Shin, Mumrik, Ken and Snuf walk down street. All dressed in Halloween costumes. Kyun as Skeleton Jack, Shin as a rag doll (like Sally Ragdoll), Ken as a vampire, Mumrik as a werewolf and Snuf as a zombie.

Kyun: Are you sure we’re going the right way? I’m pretty sure that Gemini is having this party somewhere else?

Shin: *glancing down at a piece of paper* I’m pretty sure.

Kyun: How sure?

Shin: 90%

Ken: *whispering to Mumrik and Snuf* And here comes the chaos.

Kyun: What?! That’s not the answer I was hoping for.

Shin: Please keep your voice down. You’re starting to give me a headache.

Kyun huffs but stays silent. Snuf rolls eyes but suddenly sees something.

Snuf: *pointing at what he’s seeing* Is that the place?

The group look to see an old looking house at the end of a long driveway. It was large and intimidating. There were no lights in the windows. All around the property, dead trees and overgrown plants were scattered.

Kyun: Nope! I’m out!

Kyun tries to walk away but Shin grabs him by the scruff of his jacket.

Shin: Oh no, you don’t! There’s nothing to worry about. It’s just part of the show.

Kyun: Oh yeah. A creepy house in the middle of a peaceful street. WHAT COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG?!

Mumrik: Calm down Kyun. It’s more than likely similar to a movie set.

The group approaches the house, each getting an uneasy vibe from the house.

Snuf: (being sarcastic as he looks at the house) Well this doesn’t feel cliche at all.

Kyun: I’m telling you guys, this place doesn’t feel right.

Ken: *peeks in through the window* I don’t see anyone in there.

Kyun: See what I mean? There’s no one here! You got us lost, Shin!

Shin ignores Kyun as he reaches over to knock on the door. Before he could, it opens with a loud creak. Almost everyone tensed up as it opens widely.

Gemini: *suddenly pops up from behind the door* Hi guys! Glad you could make it.

Gemini is dressed in casual black clothing (jeans, top, jacket and boots), not quite looking right for a Halloween party. She steps aside, letting the Snufkins come inside. After sharing a brief glance between them, they step inside. The entrance hall is large with an old style cage elevator at the back of it and a fireplace on the far side. Old portraits hang on the walls with candles that dimly lit the room. All the doors leading out of it were closed. There were no decorations hanging up or music or games, not even food that would indicate a party was happening.

Kyun: Ssssoooooo.....what’s this party?

Gemini: *pulls out a set of five playing cards* We’re going to play a game of course! Can’t have a party without games, right?

Ken: Well yes. But this place doesn’t look like it’s ready for a party.

Gemini: Something to help you get in the Halloween spirit.

Shin suddenly notices something wrong.

Shin: Gemini, what happened to your glasses?

Gemini: *looks confused* Sorry.

Shin: You can’t see without your glasses. Why aren’t you wearing them?

Gemini: *voice suddenly sounds monotone, face completely blank* Nothing gets by you, does it?

The candles are suddenly blown out, plunging the room in darkness.

Shin: *feels Kyun suddenly wrapping his arms around him* KYUN! Warn me before you do that! You nearly gave me a heart attack!

Kyun: Sorry!

The candles come back on, lighting up the room again. The group faces Gemini, only she is completely different. She still wears the same black clothes. There is a pendent dangling from her neck and a scar is on her left cheek. She wears black make up. Her eyes are completely pitch black.

Snufkins: Dark Gemini?!

Dark Gemini: Surprise! So are you ready to play my game?

Kyun: Forget it, you psychopath! We’re not playing your game! Come on guys! Let’s get outta here!

The Snufkins get ready to leave the house as they walk towards the door.

Dark Gemini: I’m afraid I can’t allow that. You five have accepted my invite. Now you must play my game in order to escape.

Kyun: Yeah, right. *goes to grab the door handle but stops when he sees that it isn’t there* WHAT THE-?! What happened to the door?!

Ken: *looks at the door before turning to Dark Gemini* Okay! What did you do?!

Dark Gemini: I told you, if you want to escape, then you have to play my game. Now, shall we begin?

The Snufkin share an uneasy glance before facing Dark Gemini.

Shin: Fine. What’s this game?

Dark Gemini: Good. You are each going to take a card. There are three different locations that only one of you will go to each.

Snuf: Hang on. Three? But-

Dark Gemini: Let me explain. There are two black cards in this deck. This means that if any of you get one, I will send you to wherever I please. After the first three have had their turn of course. So, who’s feeling lucky?

The Snufkins hesitate but they each take a card. They don’t look at the cards they have chosen, waiting to hear Dark Gemini’s next instruction.

(Quick A/N I did use a random name generator to try to make this part fair)

Dark Gemini: Well, who got what? I wonder. Kyun, why don’t you start off by sharing?

Kyun: *glares at Dark Gemini for a few seconds before looking at his card* Carnivals are fun right?

Kyun shows his card. It has a circus tent and fairground rides in the background. The text under the picture says “The Carnival”.

Dark Gemini: Shame.

Kyun: Shame?

Dark Gemini: Well, I honestly hoped that you would get a black card. It would’ve been so much fun if you had. Oh well, so unfair life is, isn’t it? *looks over at Shin* And you, Shin?

Shin looks at his card without batting an eyelid.

Shin: *shows the card* The Asylum.

The card has the picture of a man in a padded cell in a straightjacket, screaming. “The Asylum” is written under the picture.

Dark Gemini: Looks like all that time you’ve spent with Kyun has finally made you insane, Shin. Ken?

Ken: *looked down at card and face falls a little* I am officially one of the unlucky ones. *shows the card* I have a black card.

The other Snufkins look a little surprised as Ken revealed the pitch black card.

Dark Gemini: *looks menacing as she smirks* Finally! Now there’s only a 50/50 chance with the two kids.

Snuf: *offended* We’re not kids!

Dark Gemini: QUIET! Mumrik, your card!

Mumrik: *looks at card and grows pale* Quick question: is swapping allowed?

Dark Gemini: NO SWAPPING! Start breaking the rules and I’ll break your soul.

Mumrik: *looks apologetically at Snuf* I’m sorry. *turns card around* The Manor.

The card that Mumrik held was of a corridor with a shadowy shape at the end of it. Now everyone understands why he wanted to swap cards as Snuf silently revealed that he had the second Black Card.

Dark Gemini: Congratulations Mumrik. It means you get to go first.

Mumrik: First for what?

Kyun: *steps forwards* Now hang on a sec!

Dark Gemini snaps her fingers suddenly. Before anyone could react, shadows rose up from the floor. They wrapped around Kyun, Shin, Ken and Snuf, stopping them from moving. Mumrik reached out to try to help but he is yanked away from them.

Dark Gemini: *wraps an arm around Mumrik’s shoulders and forces him to walk to a door as it opens on its own* First to play of course. All you have to do, is walk throughout the house, and find a friend of mine. *hands Mumrik a small flashlight* Here, it tends to get dark. Have fun!

Before Mumrik could ask any questions, Dark Gemini shoves him through the open door and closes it. There is a loud click as the door locks. The other Snufkins are released. Kyun runs to the door and starts trying to open it, slamming into it. The door wouldn’t budge open, only rattle. Shin pulled Kyun away and tried giving it a strong kick. The door rattled again but wouldn’t open.

Dark Gemini: *scoffs* Save your strength. There’s nothing you can do.

Snuf: There’s nothing that will hurt Mumrik, right?

Dark Gemini: Nah! I mean he’ll get scared, but he’ll be fine. *walks over to a large mirror and taps it* In the meantime, let’s enjoy the show.

The Snufkins watch as black mist swirls inside the mirror. After a few second, the mist fades, revealing Mumrik as he finds himself in a long corridor.

#dark gemini’s game #mumrik #kyun #shin #ken #snuf #halloween special #dark gemini amethyst

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relaxedmouse · 5 years

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Magic, Control, Emotion, and Random Destruction: some thoughts

With “Frozen 2” releasing later this month, and stores near me selling Frozen-themed dolls and candy and picture books, I’ve been thinking back to Frozen 1. What I remember most from that movie (other than “LET IT GOOOOO”) is Elsa’s ice magic. Specifically, that one scene near the end where she says, “Love. Of course. Love!” And then she’s suddenly able to remove the eternal winter that drove the conflict of the movie. That scene has always bothered me, but I’ve had a surprisingly tough time articulating why.

For a long time, I figured the issue with that scene was the suddenness of it. The movie lacks explanation for how Elsa’s powers work, and in the end, it relies on us (the audience) to accept that shouting the word “love” in a revelatory manner is enough to solve everything.

To be honest, this is an issue that many stories (not just Frozen) have when it comes to depicting magic. Having magic isn’t something that real-life people can relate to. “My powers are out of control!” is a common fantasy plot, and its resolution of course involves the person learning to control their powers. But how do they do that? We usually don’t understand much of it.

We may get told that a character put long hours into magical study, but this accomplishment is diminished by the fact that we have no idea what kind of work goes into mastering magic. Sometimes it involves a mentor babbling about “learning to believe in yourself” or other vague concepts. Often, we have to rely on simply being told that the character is out of control one moment, then in control the next.

This is pretty much what happened in Frozen, when Elsa is able to reverse the huge blizzard one moment after she’s reminded that her sister loves her. I’m not mocking you if you found that moment to be touching. But I do think it reinforces the point that it’s hard for us non-magical viewers to predict what causes one’s powers to slip into or out of control. So, when a plot relies on that happening, it can be difficult to follow the progression of events.

Anyway, I still consider the resolution of Frozen to be abrupt, but in thinking about it more, perhaps it’s not as poorly-explained as I figured. If I want to be generous, I can see there’s a coherent storyline there. Elsa’s powers fly out of control when she’s scared and go back under control when she’s happy. Therefore, seeing an act of love from Anna is enough for her to gain control of the eternal winter. Okay. Maybe not the best execution, but I’m willing to accept that’s how it works.

You see, I’ve often read and watched stories that had only a vague explanation for how magic operates, and still enjoyed them. And I’ve never been one of those people to speculate as to how Elsa got magic powers in the first place; I’ve always accepted that she simply has them, as the premise of the story. So why did that one scene near the end of the movie bug me so much?

In the end, I think my main problem is that I simply don’t like it when a magic system is fueled by emotion. Especially when that leads to accidental destruction. And yes, of course that’s a completely personal opinion.

If magic is linked to emotion, it means that some poor kid who has a tantrum could wind up accidentally blowing up their house. In Elsa’s case, she gets so upset that she unleashes a blizzard that covers all of Arendelle. Later, when she’s told that she caused this deep snow, she again gets upset, so much so that she nearly kills her own sister with an accidentally-thrown ice shard.

Was an entire country put in danger because just one woman got upset? It’s not that I have trouble believing it. It’s more like . . . this level of destruction feels weirdly “unnecessary” to me. Or maybe "arbitrary" is a better word.

I just never seem to like it when magic is set up this way (as a dangerous force that must be controlled, or else it will spiral out of control). I get that it leaves plenty of room for conflict. Making a character accidentally harm their loved ones is a super-fast way to pull out all sorts of angst, yeah? Even so, this approach always seems to leave me with too many questions.

A funny thing about fantasy worlds is they frequently treat magic like it’s a force of nature that will occur on its own when the magic-wielder gets angry or distressed – but it’s also a skill that must be studied. That’s why many settings feature magic schools and magic tutors. Now, I know that Frozen didn’t have any magical schools (that we know of). But there are plenty of other stories that center on a character receiving tutoring in order to learn how to control their innate magical abilities, which had previously been causing all sorts of unplanned havoc.

I find this puzzling. When people get upset, they might cry or yell, but they probably won’t be taking out a pencil and paper and solving calculus problems. When people are extremely emotional, it’s unlikely that they’ll be able to do a task that requires calm thinking. And that’s my issue with many depictions of magic. Magic is treated like a skill to be learned, but it’s also something that you can do while you’re in the middle of crying hysterically?

Okay, I guess these two ideas aren’t totally incompatible. Some stories run with the notion that getting emotional will make the magic act out on its own, while calming down and concentrating will let you control what it does. And there definitely have been awesome moments in stories where the hero, fueled by the power of friendship or the need to avenge a fallen friend, draws out amazing power and gives the villain a satisfying beat-down, the likes of which they’d never managed before.

Still, even though there are great depictions of emotion-fueled magic, I find that I tend not to get into it. This goes for cases where it’s played for drama, but it’s especially true in cases where it’s played for comedy.

For instance, I played Fire Emblem: Fates (video game for the Nintendo 3DS). This game had a pair of twin sisters from the vaguely-named Ice Tribe. Flora and Felicia’s ice powers really didn’t do anything in the plot, but sometimes they would show up in their support conversations with other characters. Felicia creates a snowstorm when Saizo insults her and she gets angry. Flora makes one too when Corrin proposes to her and she gets flustered. The former might’ve been an intentional attack on Felicia’s part (though that’s a bit unclear), but the latter is definitely unintentional. And it seems like we’re meant to laugh when Corrin says the winds are so strong and cold that he can’t see anything, but he’s so happy that he doesn’t care. (M-Maybe you should care about that, buddy.)

By the way, it’s a coincidence that both my examples involve people with ice powers. Search more through the world of fiction and you’ll find people who strike down trees with lightning when they’re angry, people who accidentally burn their lovers with fire when they’re passionate, people who blast a hole in the wall when they’re afraid . . .

Man, I just can't stand it. Even if that hole in the wall is later repaired with cartoonish ease, I get stuck on the fact that the hole existed at all.

I'm the type of reader/viewer who's usually content to roll with a story no matter where it goes. I'll accept weird premises, I'll accept ambiguous endings - but for some reason, I just can't stand random acts of destruction. There's something about that exact combination of violence, suddenness, and the fact that these dangers aren't caused by the intentions of a character, but rather a thing that can occur at any time.

Of course, good writing can make a good story out of anything. It’s definitely possible for someone to write a fascinating story that explores the implications of a person (especially a child) having tremendous, out-of-control powers. And, since this trope keeps appearing, I’m left to assume that people like it and find it interesting.

However, even if these types of plots are well-written, I typically find myself turning away from them. In the face of arbitrary destruction, I get caught thinking of how all that horror could’ve easily been avoided by the writer simply choosing to make the magic work differently in their world.

#magic #fantasy #frozen #fire emblem fates #movie #video games #opinion #essay

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twdxjess · 6 years

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Hey There, Princess: A Negan Story (Chapter 1)

Summary: It’s been 2 years since you last saw Negan, and within those years you made new friends and had a baby, life was slowly getting better. Well until Rick warns your community (Alexandria) a new threat is on its way to destroy everything you love unless you all play by the rules.

Pairing: Negan X Reader, little bit Daryl X Reader

Want to know what happened before? Prequel

You couldn’t believe that today was Jax’s 1st birthday making you realize, it’s been almost 2 years since you joined Alexandria, and what an adventure it has been...

When you first came to Alexandria you couldn’t believe your eyes, it was as if this place has never been attacked not to mention the amazing million dollar homes that were placed here. At first you stayed with Aaron and his boyfriend but once you were feeling better you decided to move in next door into a cute grey house with a wrap around pouch just like from the Notebook. Life was pretty good here and the people were amazing,minus the fact no one was really able to defend themselves. So, during the first couple months of your pregnancy you tried to help prepare the others for the unthinkable until you hit your third trimester, which thankfully Aaron had found a new group with the same experience with the dead as you,so they stepped in when Alexandria needed to be defended from the dead and the living.

Everyday your heart still ached for Negan and some days were harder than others, but when you finally gave birth to Jax (a beautiful healthy baby boy) your life had found a new love and that’s when your heart started to feel whole once again. Granted, the first few months with a newborn weren’t easy but you were glad you had friends, from the community willing to help out.

As you looked around you saw multiple people from Alexandria, which didn’t surprise you for this event was the one good thing that has happened in months due to the last couple of months having been pure hell. From walkers invading the community to Brody’s group attacking Alexandria, who knew a 1 year olds birthday party could bring so much joy.

You were excited for today but as you looked around the your crowed home you noticed the people who meant the most to you didn’t show, which made you anxious because they all promised they would be here. But finally, Rick and Judith showed up, calming your nerves a little. Now, when Rick and the others first got here you were infatuated with him. A strong handsome man who reminded you somewhat of Negan but after getting to know Rick you eventually just saw him as a brother, besides a few days later he and Michionne became more than friends. And watching them fall in love still gave you hope that maybe your Knight is still out there searching for you.

Rick embraced you in a hug and said, “ Hey there ( y/n), sorry we are late.”

“No, problem is everything okay?” You asked Rick noticing the tension in his voice.

He looked at you as if you could read his mind. “ Well...Daryl went off to get revenge on the group that killed Denise... and Carol left without even a note...and when I got back, Maggie looks really ill, so me, Abraham, Sasha, Aaron and my stubborn son are gonna take her to Hilltop.” Tears started to fill your eyes not sure if you were pissed off because everyone is leaving you or if you were more scared for their safety. So you suggested to Rick that you come too and leave Judith and Jax with Olivia.

Rick smiled at your fighting personality and replied, “ No, the thing you need to do right now is to stay here and protect the others just in case. And besides Daryl, Michionne, and Glenn should be back soon to help you as well.” Then Rick touched your shoulder and continued to say, “ and plus it’s your son’s 1st birthday you should be here with him.” You wiped your eyes and Rick continued to say, “ and don’t worry about Daryl he knows how to handle himself.” You blushed at Rick’s comment for you thought the attraction you felt with Daryl was one sided until the other day he kissed you out of nowhere but I guess word about “the kiss” spread around town like wildfire. But you agreed with Rick hugging him one last time and then as soon as you took Judith, Rick rushed out the door.

The party was over a few hours after Rick and the others left, so as you waited for them to come back you did your motherly duties and got Judith and Jax ready for bed. Once they both were asleep, you decided to pour yourself a glass of white wine and keep watch from your porch. So with your wine in one hand and the baby monitor in the other you sat on your porch admiring the night sky complementing on life and reminiscing and how you got here, making you slowly drift off to sleep…

………Jax started to cry over the monitor, so you quickly ran to his room before his cries started wake Judith. “ Hey there buddy, it’s okay mama is here now.” You cooed at him as you lifted Jax from his crib. Thankfully Judith was still sound asleep in the middle of your queen size bed so you took Jax and headed back downstairs trying not to disturb the sleeping beauty.

“ shh shhh shh, calm down Jax mama is here.” You decided to calm your sleepy baby by a bottle of milk and a popped a Disney movie into the tv. Almost instantly Jax was drifting back off to sleep.

“That’s right mama still has that magic touch.” You said victoriously while setting Jax in his playpen and turning off the tv.

“ Can I get some of that magic touch,” someone said while wrapping their strong arms around your waist. But this wasn’t Daryl it was someone you only meet in your dreams. It was your knight, your fiancé, your one true love, Negan.

“Negan you’re back… how I mean what…oh how I’ve missed you!” You jumped into his arms and started kissing him.

“ Well shit doll, let’s take this upstairs.” Negan suggested as you leaped into his arms but then you remembered Judith was still sound asleep.

“Wait what about Judith we should probably let Rick know she is still here.” You whispered to Negan as you set your feet back on the ground.

“ Oh darlin’ you need to stop pretending Rick is still alive,” you looked at Negan confused when he continued to say, “ don’t you remember I won the war and he’s dead.” That’s when you noticed something was wrong, Negan was splattered in blood and just behind the handsome man was a trophy case and on display was Rick’s head……

You woke up in a panic, thankful that it was only a dream. Then you said to yourself said to yourself, “ I really need to stop drinking before bed.” So you quickly went back into the house and locked the door, falling asleep on the couch next to Jax’s playpen, praying that your nightmare will stay a nightmare and become nothing more.

It was early in the morning when the children woke you, and before you went to see if Rick was back home you made the kids breakfast while you sat with them and drank your coffee. Suddenly there was a knock at your door. “ I bet you that’s your daddy Judith,” You gleefully said to Judith. She instantly had a smile on her face and hurriedly finished her breakfast as you went to answer the door.

As you open the door you see Rick and immediately notice the cut, bruises, and the blood splattered all over his body which made it look like he and the others were attacked. “ Oh my god Rick are you okay, what happened?”Rick was at a loss for words as if he couldn’t come to terms with what just happened. Through his tears Rick mentioned to you that there is gonna be a meeting later tonight letting people know what happened.

“I’ll watch over your baby girl until then...get some rest Rick I’ll take over any of your duties you had today.” Before he left, you embraced him letting him know everything is gonna be okay.

As you closed the door you lost it wondering who died or who is in critical conditions...praying that it wasn’t anyone you truly care about, mainly hoping it wasn’t Daryl. Suddenly a small murmur came from the other room bringing you back to reality, so you wiped your tears and went back to go check in on Jax and Judith.

After breakfast you dropped off the children at the Wilson’s house, and then you filled in where help was needed today. From guarding the gate to helping plan scavenging routes, to helping the hospital wing, you did it all. Before you knew it, it was about time for Rick’s meeting so you went to Aaron’s house to see if he wanted to walk with you to the church. Right before you made it to the door Aaron and Eric came out.

“ Oh my gosh, Aaron, you’re okay!” You ran and gave him a hug.

“ Happy to see you too, (y/n).” Aaron exclaimed but still seemed upset about something.

“ what the hell happened out there? Rick was sooo sad...”

Eric interrupted noticing Aaron getting upset, “ Hey (y/n) let’s just wait for the meeting okay.” You nodded to Eric then breaking the awkward silence Eric asked you about Jax.

“ He’s with the Wilsons, well actually Mrs. Wilson is watching Jax at my house just in case the meeting runs later than expected.” Eric smiled at you and said, “ Well let him know his favorite uncle is ready to hangout with him anytime his mommy needs some time to herself, or with Daryl.” You rolled your eyes almost smiling when Aaron commented, “ Honey, don’t you mean his second favorite uncle because clearly I’m his favorite.” You all laughed as if you all weren’t about to hear bad news in a few minutes.

Once you all arrived to the church the three of you sat in the back and as people started to pour in you greeted them like always. A few minutes later Rick took the stage ready for his announcement, but his body language told another story. That’s when you noticed everyone was there besides a few people; like Maggie and Glenn, which you figured was staying home due to Maggie being ill. Then you noticed Sasha and Abraham wasn’t here, which you thought was a bit strange but they did just recently start dating so who knows maybe they are cooping with this “bad” news a different way. But then the last person who was missing was Daryl, which you couldn’t think of why he would be gone, especially since he was Rick’s right hand man. Which this observation got you a little more anxious for what you were about to hear.

“ I know we’ve been through a lot as a community and what I’m about to say isn’t gonna make it any easier...but as many of you know myself and many others went to help bring Maggie to Hilltop...” Rick paused searching for the right words then continued to say, “ and as we were on our way we ran into a group called...the Saviors...”

You were stunned hearing Rick talk about the Saviors because you haven’t heard that name in years. Then you tuned out Rick and thought to yourself, “clearly it’s not the saviors from my last community they wouldn’t hurt anyone, besides we never forced other groups to provide for us because we had the resources to thrive on our own... unless the attack from Brody’s group changed all that..”

Your thoughts started to send you into a spiral of emotions, so you decided to tuned back into Rick’s speech... “ what they did was horrific they...they threatened to hurt our community...and if we don’t supply them with things they need...” Rick was so upset he couldn’t finish his annicement so that’s when Michionne stepped in.

“ what Rick is trying to say is ... they killed 2 of our own just to prove a point...they killed...Glenn and Abraham...” Everyone started to get upset not to mention you were a mess at this point then Michionne continued to say, “ and they took Daryl and if we don’t comply by their rules they will completely destroy our community...”

This is when complete chaos started in the church. People were crying others were furious there were so many mix emotions that even you couldn’t think whether to cry or raise hell. That’s when Rick whistled and got everyone’s attention once again,” I understand all of your concerns and worries but we need to stay together now more than ever because together we are stronger. If you have any questions I’ll gladly take any tomorrow for tonight I’ve told you all I know....as for now Father Gabriel would like to say a few words.”

Rick sat down when Father Gabriel took his place and said, “ We will be having a memorial in honor of Glenn and Abraham tomorrow evening if you would all like to come. And then we will be having a prayer circle in the morning for Maggie,Daryl, and Carol right after, for Maggie is in critical condition at Hilltop, Daryl is with the Saviors, and Carol is still missing.” Once Gabriel was finished the meeting was over some went straight to their houses while others stayed behind to morn, you made your way through the church consoling others trying to be strong, when you finally decided it was time to leave. As you headed for the door Spencer offered to walk you home, but you politely declined knowing he was just trying to get you in his bed, so you made up some excuse that you had to get Jax to bed, when in reality he would already be in bed thanks to Mrs. Wilson.

Once you made your way back home you were greeted by Mrs.Wilson informing you Jax was sleeping in his crib. Then she asked you how the meeting went and you sat and talked to her about what has happened. She reacted to the news just like everyone else but before she left she said to you, “Even though these terrible things keep happening to us all we need to do is look at all the good that has happened too, because everything happens for a reason, (y/n) and God has a plan for us all.” You smiled at her comment and hugged her which made her kiss you on the head just like your grandmother use to do when you were young.

After you watched her enter her home you quickly went upstairs to sleep along side your lil’ guy. You plopped onto your cozy bed and went to turn off your side lamp noticing the polaroid picture of you and Negan a few days after you moved into the hotel. You smiled remebering that day wishing He was beside you right now telling you everything was gonna be okay. So, you closed your eyes desperately trying to hear Negan’s voice in the silence of the night...

“Hey darlin’ can you turn off the light cause I need to get my god damn beauty rest. Cause ya’ know not all of us can look as glorious and sexy as you 24/7.” You looked over to the side where Negan would have been and buried your head into the pillow. As if you were laying against him Negan turns to you and says, “ It’s gonna be okay (y/n), Rick and I will hunt down those bastards and make them pay.”

“ But Negan do you really think it’s the Saviors, our Saviors that killed Glenn and Abraham?”

Negan was as confused as you were and replied, “Fuck, I hope not but there were some pretty sketchy people we picked up along the way...but let’s not worry about the what if’s right now, cause just like granny Wilson said everything happens for a fuckin’ reason, and if you don’t believe that just look at our beautiful baby boy.” You imagined yourself cuddling the man you still love and right before you kissed him he vanished into thin air.

Even though you were basically talking to yourself, “Negan’s talk” actually made you feel safe and ready to fight back when the time comes. You placed the picture back down on your night stand and smiled knowing Negan may not be with you physically but spiritual he is and he was watching over you and Jax every day. “Until we meet again my love.” You blew a kiss to Negan’s photogenic face and peacefully fell asleep.

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#negan fanfiction #negan x reader #jdm #jeffery dean morgan #the walking dead #twd fanfiction #twd reader insert #negan x you #negans thirst squad #knight in a leather jacket #part 2

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Re-watch of Veronica Mars & Movie

“I used to be cool” -keith “when” - veronica

lol veronica putting a bong in logan’s locker

“i suddenly feel like I’m in a scene from the outsiders” - wallace

“be cool soda pop” - veronica

I love that my favourite book is referenced

“the people you love let you down” - veronica

I forgot paris hilton was on veronica mars

Duncan and his antidepressants and side effects and hallucinations of lily, I never liked duncan but please never go cold turkey off prescribed meds!

the fashion 😂

when veronica was 12 and logan first saw her he said he thought she was hot - love at first sight ? 😜

dude where’s my car joke

“change had a tendency to walk up and punch me in the face” - veronica

you can tell logan is afraid of his dad straight away

his mum sits on the couch drinking wine while her son is getting belted cool cool cool cool....

Never underestimate the size of my cahoeneys😂Logan is my fav

“what is so great about living?” - Logan

Mac is awesome, I forgot her name was cindy, I named my cat after my favourite barbie doll whose name was Cindy r.i.p beautiful ❤️

“I guess we remember it differently” - Logan, me to my brother about our childhood

leighton meester, monique coleman from high school musical, Adam Scott!

logan put his gum under a chair in the police office! yuck

“there is also a tribe that worships Donald trumps hair” - veronica

“what, did he loose a puka shell?” - weevil about logan😂

when logan starts crying in the lobby after he mistakes his step-sister as his mum😭

meg with her pretty in pink dress up for the 80s valentines day dance and duncan is ducky❤️

I wish my school had an 80s theme dance, but I would be too indecisive about who to go as tbh.

“whoever said it’s a mans world, didn’t know how easy it is to be a girl” - veronica, you can tell a man wrote that line

horned mascot from riverdale - veronica and calls herself betty when she goes to the other school

kinda forgot how relatable veronica is, loner, pushes people away

that black beanie with the flames

the flashbacks or hallucinations that show lily speak to people/mostly veronica, remind me of allison in pretty little liars

aussie guy - from home and away i think

never really liked duncan

logan punching the fbi agent

love how mac and keith both say “earth to mars”

logan step-sister trina when she asks him for money reminds me of my brother

veronica had a slider and so does wallace in the second season, my sister had a purple one and i wanted it so bad

logan’s smirk at veronica when she found his step-sisters boyfriend

wow aaron’s father being an abuser, then himself, glad the cycle stopped with logan

thats amore playing whilst aaron beats up his daughters abusive boyfriend

I always felt bad for leo as much as I love LoVe. Veronica basically just used him

sean from degrassi is on veronica mars

“i like what i see in him when he’s with you” - aaron echolls

I think i could love her plays as veronica stands logan up on his boat

“the thought of you breeding? ugh” - logan to dick

logan’s allergic to shell fish

“All i care about is you” - logan

“just evaporate or something” - logan

why didn’t aaron get rid of the tapes? did he not think someone would find his secret ?

sucks that veronica spent her savings for college on her mum to go to rehab and her mum didn’t even last

logan on the bridge where his mother committed suicide, about to jump

when keith saves veronica from the fridge and his on fire and his in a gurney and says “who’s your daddy?”

I’m glad she realises her mum as much as she loves her she is better off without her, that’s what alcoholics do, they are liars.

“don’t forget about me veronica” - lily

greenhouse academy has the same cliffhanger as season 1 of veronica mars

logan shows up at 3am beat up and framed for stabbing someone, then he hears on the radio that his father killed his girlfriend and that his father was sleeping with her

it’s was always duncan right? breaking up with logan making any excuse, all because you finally find out your not brother and sister. ugh

like logan said everyone in his life was gone, the one person he opened up to. also left him. Not cool veronica

the bus crash reminds me of degrassi

“you must chill” veronica says to a girl that has just lost her father in a bus crash and is being bullied and blamed just because her dad had mental health issues and the good ol sheriff feeds the press that it might have been a suicide attempt

curly dude washed up on the beach with veronicas name on his hand, is that like twin peaks, or the guy in australia that was found on the beach with something on his hand but they he had no ID and all the tags were off his clothes

PLL writers should take notes on veronica mars on how to tie up loose ends

“what conspiracy have you pulled out of your ass today”- logan

“my day is complete veronica mars has accused me of evil” - logan, as he twists the ends of his imaginary moustache

veronica is very selfish if you think about it, she asks for favours all the time from her friends but she is never there to hear their problems, she thinks the world does actually revolve around her.

lol logan in the line-up

eye roll aaron blaming duncan and then saying he snapped

cameo by that chick off of america’s next top model

aaron got a psychology degree in jail lol

omg able coonz dying thinking his only daughter is alive but she got killed and shoved into an ice machine holder thingy at a stingy motel

lol when veronica lays down onto logan thinking its duncan

“3rd wheel beginners guide” - logan

“nobody likes an eager beaver” logan to cassidy, was rob waiting a whole season to make that joke and thats why the nickname beaver was given to him?

singer maybe billy idol?

I feel like megs death was a crappy ending, like did she just die so that once again duncan and veronica are split up because of circumstance and they are star-crossed true lovers (eye roll)

“whats your poison” - veronica (breakfast club reference)

“sorry we are all out of liquid evil” - veronica to logan

michael cera

when logan pretends to get burned by the bible when interning for woody

gia says logan uses humour and sarcasm to something something, dance episode

we used to be friends along time ago, but i haven’t thought of you lately at all

logan not taking any of his fathers bull shitting when he was on trial on the stand

“So, apparently, if you're handsome and famous enough, you can just lie under oath, and that's cool.” - veronica

when woody finds veronica on the computer he is creepy af

can we just talk about how much logan went through and how mentally that would fuck you up, yet he never resorted to violence

“it was worth getting taped to a poll” - wallace

lol veronicas dad when she graduates

dicks “trust me I’m rich” shirt

keith says “Carol channings still alive isn’t she?” and I’m like no she died 6 days ago

season 3

don’t like the new intro

“Back ups in charge? what about the bitch he’s been seeing” - V

WHY THE F IS KEITH HELPING CASABLANCAS WHEN CASIDY HIS SON RAPED HIS DAMN DAUGHTER

MAC “hey i know that guy’ (wallace)

there is no one else, i only want you - logan

fracking

victoria from twilight is in a sorority

I love when logan comes over for dinner and he just smirks at keith and veronica’s banter

i forgot logan had a brother

lol the clerk calls condoms “raincoats” so does my great aunty

diana from glee is on here

veronica is pretty selfish, like her dad was in a car accident and she is annoyed and disapproving of him having a relatioship , she can’t just trust logan?!? ugh

but for logan to run away from the burning motel, it’s just what douchebag pukashell wearing logan would do, not the actual logan

holy crap veronica was SOO damn lucky logan was there at that moment she would be baled and raped, like is once not enough for gods sake?

guy from the nanny

when logan calls veronica from the other side of the cafeteria and she ignores it and he is basically crying :(

logan and i broke up , “are you okay?” keith, “it was unexpected” -v wtf bitch you didn’t trust him, you had a fight, how was it unexpected

dude from waynes world

I love the hooker story line, max & wendy aww

I’ve always hated maddison far out she is a piece of work

ep13 “where are your heads?” basketball coach, me “Obviously not in the game”

lol how dick locks logan on the balcony

logan is yoshi in mario cart!! so am i

“how is it you have so many friends? you don’t even like people” v to l

Lafayette from true blood is a child solider

why did logan invite parker to be with him over break when he obviously wasn’t happy or didn’t want her to go, was it just to prove veronica wrong that “that’s just the way he is” like v said is true, to prove that he has changed.

like it just seems logan and veronica are denying their feelings for each other

that writer from once upon a time is in here, he is in everything

mars uses venus razor

oh the logan piz fight…

such a crap ending to an amazing show

movie

I just love the scene where logan is leaning up against the car like jake from 16 candles (i did post a comparison of the two ages ago)

I like how logan went out with the crazy chic, he was so nonchalant about it, because he wanted to pay veronica back for coming back to neptune when he called even though they hadn’t spoken like 10 years.

kind upset that it wasn’t leighton meester that played carrie

comeback always

logan isn’t supposed to remember the epic quote because he was drunk?

I have so much love for logan, I relate to him so much and it was honestly the best day of my life when I met Jason ( i also met percy and michael) he was so kind to me and I gave him a letter I had written and he was just so down to earth.

How else is pumped for the return?!?

#veronica mars #veronica mars thoughts #kristen bell #jason dohring #percy daggs iii #michael muhney #enrico colantoni #queued

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