#cara ward imagine

[nnightskiess]

🌼 dating cara ward...

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⋆*·ﾟ Cara loves to softly play with your hair while you’re relaxing and watching some show on her bed after school.

⋆*·ﾟ Cara often writes songs about you but will deny this, even if her blush betrays her.

⋆*·ﾟ Cara's often tucked on your bed singing covers of her favourite songs or practising new chords serving as a soft and welcome background noise as you're studying at your desk.

⋆*·ﾟ Do not be surprised to see her appearing on your doorstep at the most random times to take you on drives (or when she’s craving food). Then casually dropping the fact she made a playlist for you and pressing play, turning to you with the widest grin. She looks so carefree while singing along as her fingers drum against the steering wheel, and you love it.

⋆*·ﾟ Cara always has a KitKat or two on standby in her bag and will slide it up to you with a cheeky but adorable grin when she can sense you’re feeling off.

⋆*·ﾟ Naomi loves you for how soft and safe you make her little sister feel. Cara used humour to cope, but in the safety of her home, she lost all of her spark and turned quiet and distant. After meeting you, Naomi often catches Cara humming random songs around the house or dancing in her room while blasting music. Even if this interrupts Naomi from studying, she doesn't have the heart to tell her off. She's too grateful that she got her sister back.

⋆*·ﾟ Pip was very stand-offish with you at first. Cara is practically a sister to her who had already gone through hell and back, so she needed to make sure she could trust you with Cara's heart and overall well-being. Pip knows that when a person makes Cara feel safe and happy, the girl is quick to attach. It's an adorable golden retriever trait of hers, but Pip just didn't want it to go wrong.

⋆*·ﾟ When Pip realised you were serious about her friend, she let go of her grumpy pretences and welcomed you into her own life, as well.

⋆*·ﾟ Cara has extremely clingy moods and is so touch-starved in the most adorable way. It was a thing that started to appear after her mother passed away, whose presence and comfort she missed. She always needs to be playing with your fingers, have your hand in her lap to hold, reach out to hook your pinky while walking (and then swaying your arms), an arm around your waist, rest her head against your shoulder etc.

⋆*·ﾟ She often sneaks up to you and plants a big playful smooch on your cheek while being all smiley, then walks off again all obliviously as if she hasn't just made your heart explode.

⋆*·ﾟ Cara had a phase where she fell in love with those rollerskating TikToks and she desperately wanted to try her hand at it. She bought secondhand rollerskates for the both of you to practice. Refused to wear the safety gear and helmet you got her (since she said she forgot to buy those) because she didn't want to look silly. Only for her to then look the silliest with two scraped knees the next day at school. She quickly kissed the 'i told you so' off your face before you could say it after pulling her up. Still, she will often say it was one of the best non-dates she ever had with you. She laughed so hard that her belly ached the entire time.

⋆*·ﾟ Cara is that one friend in the friend group who takes pictures of everyone, so she loves taking candid photos of you. She has an entire album dedicated to the two of you on her phone to look at during dark days, or when she wakes up in the middle of the night after a nightmare and she sees you're still fast asleep on her screen, unable to talk to her.

⋆*·ﾟ Having said that, now that Pip is so busy, you take over Pip's initiative when it comes to lulling Cara to sleep with deep talks and watching shows. Sleepy Cara is the most adorable. From the way her eyelids start to droop to how soft she gets. Well, she will also try to deny she's falling asleep even when she's getting quieter and quieter.

⋆*·ﾟ You visit her workplace regularly and always at the same time. It's become quite a routine, so now Cara already has your order ready for you the second she hears the bell chime. This also includes Cara getting told off by her boss because she's chatting to you a lot and might have burned a thing or two because of it, especially when multitasking was hard in the beginning.

⋆*·ﾟ Cara is the absolute cutest in her apron with her messy bun and with a towel over her shoulder, a pout on her lips each time she ferociously wipes down the tables and then smiles brightly as she catches your gaze.

⋆*·ﾟ And... since you have a favourite table, there will often be a napkin waiting for you with a cute message written down. Some silly ones too, since Cara loves dad jokes and using the worst pickup lines just to see you roll your eyes or laugh at the stupidity of it all.

⋆*·ﾟ Cara has a backpack she's been using since she was twelve that's so worn but she's too attached to it now. She has a few pins and buttons on them and a fair few on there were a gift from you.

⋆*·ﾟ Her room is the safest place she knows. It's sacred to her. It's where she can let down her guard and stop the pretending... and shield herself from all the shit she's been through. So you see it as an honour that you're one of the few who she lets inside, figuratively and literally.

⋆*·ﾟ You often lazily braid Cara's hair during sleepovers, knowing how much it calms her down. Don't be surprised when she falls asleep, though. She loves how the soft tugging and playing with her hair and your fingers scraping her scalp lulls her to sleep.

⋆*·ﾟ Talking about that, the girl falls asleep in the most uncomfortable positions, but somehow she always ends up safely tucking herself into the covers all snugly sometime during the night. The sight never fails to warm your heart. It also breaks it, because she looks so vulnerable and it reminds you of the little Cara you've seen in photo albums shown to you by her grandparents. You hate how this current Cara, who's looking all innocent while asleep but has been through so much, will always carry a traumatic past of loss and betrayal with her. Something she never deserved.

⋆*·ﾟ She's home in your arms and she knows how safe she's in them, so it's her favourite place after a hard day, or any day for that matter. She's also fond of being the big spoon because she can lock you in her soft embrace, making sure nothing will happen to the two of you. Will throw a pillow at Naomi if she comes to disturb you from your bubble to tell you dinner's ready, after she got radiosilence the first time around.

⋆*·ﾟ Cara's always pulling you onto your lap and then tucks her chin on your shoulder as she continues her conversation with her friends. It's such a small but such a grande gesture to you all the same. You love it.

⋆*·ﾟ She's... not the best driver. But in your defence, she just needs a little more experience. Stalls often or takes sharp turns and bumps the occasional curb, then laughs her own mistakes away. That's exactly why you love her so... because she always tries to turn each negative into a positive.

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some of cara's song recs:

pancakes for dinner - lizzy mcalpine

reckless driving - lizzy mcalpine & ben kessler

room service - holly humberstone

love you more - racoon

walk - griff

so good at being in trouble - unknown mortal orchestra

everywhere - fleetwood mac

hey blondie - dominic fike

woo! - remi wolf

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more in part two, cara lovers 🥹 (and will probably be posted on my agggtm tumblr! <3

[zaramnd]

good girl's guide to murder (spoilers obvs)

i genuinely just cant get that final confession out of my head man it was so messed up and crazy

the confession of Elliot Ward (Sals Murderer) and how he killed Sal is so messed up i almost cried like genuinely

the way he didnt even kill him instantly and js overdosed him and literally held him in his arms as he died like??? to top it off he tells Sal how wonderful and great Oxford is if he had went HES LITERALLY TELLING SAL ABT THE LIFE HE COULDVE HAD THAT HE HIMSELF TOOK FROM HIM LIKE??

idek bro when i read that scene i was actually speechless and had to take a breath for a good 5 minutes before i continued reading dawg it was so messed up

also becca's story is so sad :((

obviously murder is bad (dont murder people guys) but the reasoning actually makes me feel bad for her

she only had andie in that household that she thought she could count on only for andie to turn her back on her like that?? thats so sad i cant even imagine how hurt she was

Pip was so right to go over to becca's house first and to try and tell her to run because she didnt deserve jail its just sad how things ended up going

ALSO PIPS INTERNAL MONOLOGUE WHEN SHE FOUND OUT WHO THE MURDERER WAS :((

dawg we can't forget abt Cara Ward who's the only one in her family to have done no wrong and was still punished

she lost her whole family but her sister (who she prolly cant even look at the same anymore knowing abt the hit-and-run) and to hear it all from her best friend like man i cant do this

i actually cried at pip's text to cara telling her abt everything she found out i cant even yall

and the way pip literally saw elliot as a father figure to her too only to have her whole world view shattered

personally i think pip and cara lost more than they gained all before they even graduated highschool like MAN I CANT DO THIS ANYMORE

for a novel with no graphics this book broke me so much more than it shouldve and with the story already wrapped up there i have no idea what the sequel has in store and im so excited to read it once i get my hands on it :))

(also im doing a book switch w my friend to get 'they both die at the end' so if thats any good ya'll will hear abt it in like a month or two)

[jayhorsestar]

my summing up, 12h later on, 'leukemia is not going to allow for transactions life and living, it needs constant monitoring and improving, permanent fight for body self-defense, sleeping hours. and fiber landlines long distance zoom calling, reveal rather obsolete such 45yrs ago RO commis approach over jail time liability. 'antwood music and 'ninja, indeed reveal one clip inside a Mexico gangs ward, and a lamborghini, and 'insane in the membrane could had risen over those 'sierra mts. ..i can see 'cara playing crazy and hysterical (inducing the miranda silence over certain affairs - was it worth it), yet cannot imagine 'cara on amphetamines, dealer and closing transactions over such 'estas fumando pietra.. especially after getting ill. she's on a permanent fatality track, she a cult actor, and even couple music clips to say the least, she a fashion 'paloma, even a business wine lady, not a dealer, not a fast-lane cash trafficking, m

[booksbydlwhite]

#SampleSunday + Cover Reveal- Home for the Holidays

It’s a SAMPLE SUNDAY!

It’s a COVER REVEAL!

It’s a combination SAMPLE SUNDAY COVER REVEAL!

I don’t yet have a blurb or a pub date, but…. next month for sure. Meet Reid and Sabrina in my next project: HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS, A POTTER LAKE SMALL TOWN ROMANCE. This will be a novella- target of approx 25,000 words and will be Potter Lake 3.5. I intend for this to lead into the next Potter Lake novel.

I shared a bit about this novel in this week’s episode of The Bookcast, so have a listen to the last 15 mins or so if you want some background info on these characters and what this story is about.

TLDR: Reid Gallagher is returning to Potter Lake for the first time since he graduated from Healy University for a work/pleasure trip. His parents own Pinkney’s Grocery in downtown Potter Lake. Sabrina Ward is visiting her aunt, Cara Isaacs and is hiding out due to some current events upending her life.

“You’re going to need a lot more to drink.”

Release Date: TBD

I extended a hand and a cordial, polite greeting to Patricia and Cliff Gallagher. I stopped at the man seated in a chair next to them. Once I was up close, looking into warm brown eyes, in view of smooth, flawless dark cocoa skin and a lush beard, my cheeks warmed. He stood and shook my hand, introducing himself as Reid Gallagher. 

He wore dark jeans, a long-sleeved shirt that didn’t hide muscular arms or a chiseled chest, and leather boots that made me imagine him astride a horse...for no good reason. He had a small scar above his left eyebrow that added character to his handsome face. I worked overtime to stop myself from staring. 

Maybe Aunt Cara’s encouragement about entertaining a rebound wouldn’t go unheeded. Not that I would bed the neighbor’s son...but if he was in any way representative of the men in Potter Lake, I would not be in a hurry to return to Atlanta. 

“Great to meet you,” he said, in a deep voice as smooth as honey, then stepped aside. “Please take my seat.” 

At his mother’s request, he left and returned with more chairs from the back porch. Aunt Cara and I settled around the crackling fire pit that sent the scent of burning pine needles into the air. 

“Reid, I’m sure your mother has told me before, but humor an old lady and remind me whereabouts you live?”

“Ohio, ma’am. Shaker Heights area, a Cleveland suburb. You heard of it?” At the negative shakes around the porch, he laughed. “Most people haven’t. That’s why I live there.”

“And what is it that people in Shaker Heights, Ohio do for a living?”

“I’m a partner in a real estate development firm. We buy land and... well, develop it. We build whatever communities need for growth and innovation. Department and convenience stores, apartment buildings, shopping centers... that kind of thing.”

Aunt Cara hummed, rocking her head forward and back. “I see.” She glanced over at Patricia, then back to Reid. “You’re not about to treat us like we’re stupid, are you?”

“I already told him to leave that alone,” said Patricia. “No sense in unearthing that mess that Quincy was involved in. We don’t need nothin’ that takes business away from the stores that have always been here. We got a mayor that understands that, and I expect Kade will tell him the same.”

My head swiveled to catch Reid’s reaction. He shrugged a shoulder, saying, “I’m just here to visit my parents and make sure the house is sturdy, especially since there have been some fierce storms lately, and enjoy some time off of work.”

After surveying the blank stares, he dipped his head, slightly. “Okay... and... if there is some land around town that’s still up for grabs, my company might be interested in development—”

“To which I say no thank you,” Patricia added. “But we’ll see what city council says.” 

“Mama don’t curse my plan before it’s even on paper. You don’t even know—”

“I know enough,” she snapped. “I know you blow into towns like ours that are doing just fine, snap up land and start puttin’ up big ugly buildings that block views of nature, and take work and money away from home-grown businesses. How can you even consider doing something like that to the people in this town— some of whom have known you your whole life? Well, I won’t stand for it, Reid.”

Patricia let out a huff, then picked up her saucer of cake crumbs and stood. “Cara, why don’t you come inside? I baked another pound cake and if I don’t start getting rid of it, we’ll eat the whole thing.” 

My aunt and Patricia stood, chatting as they walked back into the house. Cliff slapped his knee with one hand and stood as well. “Got a cigar and some whiskey waiting for me on the back porch. Make sure you douse that fire before you tuck in for the night, son.”

With a nod, he set off around the side of the house to the back yard. 

“I’d like to say she’s not always like that, but it would be a lie,” said Reid. “I love that woman, but...” He paused, shaking his head, “I can’t have the same argument about my job every time I see her.” 

“That would be intense if I had to sit through it every time I came to town,” I said sympathetically. 

“Yeah. Intense is a good word for it. She’s all bark though. Well, mostly bark.” Reid offered a halfhearted smile, then leaned to the side to whisper conspiratorially, as if anyone else was on the porch with us. “My dad mentioned whiskey, and now I can’t think about anything else. You want a taste?” 

I was not much of a liquor drinker, but after the week I’d had, I could use a little something to knock the edge off. I nodded.

Reid left and returned with two mismatched tumblers of velvety brown liquid, then dropped heavily into the seat next to me.  He clinked his glass against mine before taking a sip, nodding and licking his lips afterward.

“So. Enough about me. For real. We didn’t get around to putting you on the spot. You’re here visiting your aunt? From Atlanta? For... awhile? I know there’s a story there.”

I sighed, bringing the glass to my lips for a fortifying sip. It burned so good going down. “Oh yeah,” I said, almost choking. “There’s a story alright.” 

“If liquor gives you a loose tongue, I’m all ears.”  Reid leaned back in his chair, all eyes on me. I shifted in my seat, feeling heat rise in my cheeks again. I wasn’t used to being the subject of such an intense gaze, from a man who offered his undivided attention. 

“I’m...hiding out,” I began. “For someone who is prominent in Atlanta finance, my husband is a messy bitch. He’s been cheating on me for some time. I thought I was being stealthy, making moves to leave him at the end of the year. But...”

I exhaled, releasing the tightness in my chest before taking another sip of whiskey. It was strong, but it helped loosen me up. This was the most relaxed I’d been in months. 

“He got caught by his mistress’ husband.” I glanced at Reid with my lips rolled inward and pressed together. He sucked in a loud, sharp breath. “Oh, but there’s more. There was a fight. Of course, someone recorded Adrian getting his ass beat. It’s already spreading like wildfire on every social media platform. If WorldStar still exists, it’ll be there soon. Adrian and I work for the same company. I’m not sitting through meetings, pretending everything is fine, while people give me soft sad eyes or corner me in the restroom with their stories and advice. So, I took some time off and came out to Potter Lake to stay with my aunt.”

Reid gave me a sympathetic look. “I’m sorry you’re going through this. But… you knew he was…”

I nodded, bobbing my head. “I thought we’d be able to keep things quiet. One of the things I need to do while I am here is move forward with the divorce that I planned to file. And....figure out what I’m going to do with my life. I’ve been married for...”

I fluttered my lips and shrugged a shoulder before continuing. “Damn near half my life. This is how it ends.” 

Reid gestured toward my tumbler. “I’m about to go get the bottle of McCallan. You’re going to need a lot more to drink.”

[ao3feed-crimeboys]

Freak Show

by ClickClique

Tommy imagined what the advertisements would say. Welcome to Dream’s Traveling Big Top, where freaks are put in cages and jeered at for the benefit of one regular man.

[...] and most of the other exhibits were in cages-on-caravans like these, as if they were animals at a zoo. And, for all intents and purposes, they were.

Tommy shook his head and arms loosely, as he always did when trying to ward off intrusive, incorrect thoughts like that.

Or, Tommy is one of the employees at a countrywide carnival business. He discovers things. Maybe.

Words: 3003, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Dream SMP

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Toby Smith | Tubbo, Ranboo (Video Blogging RPF), GeorgeNotFound (Video Blogging RPF), Sapnap (Video Blogging RPF), Fundy (Video Blogging RPF), Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Phil Watson | Philza, Charlie Dalgleish | Slimecicle, Darryl Noveschosch | BadBoyHalo, Hannah | Hannahxxrose, Callahan (Video Blogging RPF), Sam | Awesamdude, TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot, Eret (Video Blogging RPF), Mentioned Eret (Video Blogging RPF) - Character, Jack Manifold, Ponk | DropsByPonk (Video Blogging RPF), Niki | Nihachu, Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), Cara | CaptainPuffy, Connor | ConnorEatsPants, Noah Brown | Foolish Gamers, Alexis | Quackity, Zak Ahmed | Skeppy

Relationships: Noah Brown | Foolish Gamers & Cara | CaptainPuffy, Cara | CaptainPuffy & Connor | ConnorEatsPants, Noah Brown | Foolish Gamers & ConnorEatsPants, Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, Charlie Dalgleish | Slimecicle & Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, Michael the Piglin (Dream SMP) & Ranboo & Toby Smith | Tubbo, Michael the Piglin (Dream SMP) & Toby Smith | Tubbo, Michael the Piglin (Dream SMP) & Ranboo (Video Blogging RPF), Michael the Piglin (Dream SMP) & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF)

Additional Tags: i'm allowed to put characters that are GOING to be in it right?, Alternate Universe - Circus, Illiterate Tubbo, Awesome Phil Watson | Philza, Crow Father Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Father Figures, He/Him and She/Her and They/Them Pronouns for Eret (Video Blogging RPF), He/Him Pronouns for Ranboo (Video Blogging RPF), It/Its Pronouns for Ranboo (Video Blogging RPF), Slimecicle Lives in a Swamp, Wilbur Soot and TommyInnit are Siblings, Wilbur Soot is Not Floris | Fundy's Parent, Food, there is food involved what can i say, Mentioned Eret (Video Blogging RPF), Mentioned Alyssa | ItsAlyssa, GeorgeNotFound Loves Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF)

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/41320074

[robinasnyder]

Jason Todd/Red Hood Spotify Playlist

Loosely arranged in a custom order. This is the thing I've done today rather than write.

Glitter & Gold – Barns Courtney / Bad Kids – Lady Gaga / Boys Will Be Bugs – Cavetown / Caution – The Killers / Souvenir – Korn / Race You to The Bottom – New Medicine / The Devil Takes Care Of His Own – Band of Skulls / Runs in the Family – Amanda Palmer / Hey Ho – Tracy Grammar / Help Is On The Way – Rise Against / If I Die Young – The Band Perry / Make It Stop (September’s Children)­ – Rise Against / Face to the Floor – Chevelle / Face Down – The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus / Savior – Rise Against / The Bleeding – Five Finger Death Punch / Diamond Eyes (Boom-Lay Boom-Lay Boom) – Shinedown/ Graveyard – Halsey / Prisoner– Miley Cyrus (feat. Dua Lipa) / Land of the Living – Jonathan Young (feat. Judge & Jury) / Love Song – Korn / Gone Away – The Offspring / Helena – My Chemical Romance / Already Gone – Disturbed / bad guy – Billie Eilish (feat. Justin Bieber) / Cruel Man – Intwine / My Bones – The Pretty Reckless / ­No More – Disturbed / Liar – Korn / Dirty Little Secret – The All-American Rejects / Tell me Lies – The Black Keys / Watch You Burn – Disturbed / Blind Leading The Blind – Mumford & Sons / No Place in Heaven – MIKA / Land of Confusion – Dan Avidan, Super Guitar Bros / I’m Not Okay (I Promise) – My Chemical Romance / Never Enough – Five Finger Death Punch / Numb – Linkin Park / Gives You Hell – The All-American Rejects / Radioactive – Imagine Dragons / Unravel – Jonathan Young / Come Out and Play – The Offspring / Burn It Down – Five Finger Death Punch / Ordinary Man – Ozzy Osbourne (feat. Elton John) / Let The Bad Times Roll – The Offspring / Remember Everything – Five Finger Death Punch / Genghis Khan – Miike Snow / We Fight – Dashboard Confessional / Who I Am Hates Who I’ve Been – Reliant K / John Wayne – Lady Gaga / Poetry by Dead Men – Sara Bareilles / Achilles Come Down – Gang of Youths / Little Lion Man – Mumford & Sons / King of Anything – Sara Bareilles / Life to Fix (Radio Edit) – The Record Company / Charming Mess – The Black Crowes / Bad Company – Five Finger Death Punch / Sinner’s Prayer – Lady Gaga / The Violence (Ghost Note Symphonies) – Rise Against / killing boys – Halsey / Walk Away – Five Finger Death Punch / I Hate Everything About You – Three Days Grace / Pieces – Sum 41 / Demons – Hayley Kiyoko / LIFE AFTER SALEM – Lil Nas X / The walker – Christine and the Queens / The Past is the Past – Brandy Clark (feat Lindsey Buckingham) / This Ain’t A Scene, It’s An Arms Race – Fall Out Boy / Crazy – Gnarls Barkley / Renegade – Styx / Come As You Are – Nirvana / SING – My Chemical Romance / Thumbs – Sabrina Carpenter / Scars – Papa Roach / Shut Up and Let Me Go – The Ting Tings / abcdefu – GAYLE / Just Like You – Three Day’s Grace / Million Years Ago – Adele / I Miss You, Don’t Call Me – Alessia Cara / Good Riddance – Annapantsu, IdrysLTS / Just a Thought – Gnarls Barkley / Torn – Ednaswap / Dear Wormwood – The Oh Hellos / I’m Still Here (Jim’s Theme) – John Rzeznik / Drunk (And I Don’t Wanna Go Home) – Elle King (feat. Miranda Lambert) / Raising Hell – Kesha (feat. Big Freedia) / Death Before Dishonor – Five Finger Death Punch / Coming Undone – Korn / Needle In The Hay – Elliot Smith / I HATE EVERYBODY – Halsey / Good Guys – MIKA/ Coming Clean –Hilary Duff/ Who Cares? – Gnarls Barkley / Something Has to Change – The Japanese House / Love Song – Sara Bareilles / Under Pressure – Leslie Odom Jr. / Let You Down – Awa Ly / Pierre – Ryn Weaver / Fallen Angels ­– Black Veil Brides / Twisted Transistor – Korn / Night Running – Cage The Elephant (feat. Beck) / Hang Me Up To Dry – Cold Ward Kids / In The End – Black Veil Brides / Come Clean – Jackson Bengtsson, Josh Wildhorn / Still Breathing – Green Day / Shame – Elle King / My Last Whiskey Tears – Juliet Simms / Between My Teeth – Orla Gartland / Bad Ideas – Tessa Violet / Prayer Of The Refugee – Rise Against / Bound For The Floor – Local H / Tomorrow – MIKA / People, I’ve been sad – Christina and the Queens / Come Clean (remix 2005) – Hilary Duff, Chris Cox / Ghost – ZZ Ward / Choke – BONES UK / Man’s Man – Elle King / Paralyzer – Finger Eleven /

Complainer – Cold War Kids / Jason’s Song (Gave It Away) – Ariana Grande /

121 Songs, 7hr 21min

Pics From (x)(x)(x)(x)

This is a playlist I original made for me, which is why it's 7hrs long. Enjoy. :)

[harrylee94]

The Tournament - Chapter 3

You can find this on AO3!

Summary: “I wish I could choose my own Protector.”

“You know why you can’t.”

“But how will I know if I can trust them?”

Notes: TW: VERY brief mention of stillbirth. Skip the paragraph beginning with “Ni su’cuyi, gar kyr’adyc” if you’re not comfortable with this.

Chapter 2

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“Ni su’cuyi, gar kyr’adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum ” - Din

The man in the mirror looked like a stranger. The armour he wore was almost like a mirror itself from how polished it was (his hands still ached from buffing), and yet it still only covered the most vital of areas. The tunic beneath that and the necessary padding was uncomfortably embroidered, the bronze and gold trim scratching at his neck and wrists and bringing attention to his rank, even though he’d much rather have hidden away. His boots were polished within an inch of their life as well, though, thankfully, familiar; not exactly new but not old enough to merit calling in a cobbler. The tabard was completely new, the tailors having worked through the night to complete it; grey with red trim and detailing, to emphasise that he had recently lost the last person he could call family.

Din took a deep breath as he met his own sallow eyes. He felt like a doll, about to go on display.

Mourning was something that he wanted to do on his own terms, in the quiet privacy of his room, or out in the fields, able to allow the rain to hide his tears. If he had been any other man in the kingdom he would have been able to, would have been able to honour his buir’s memory in the way he wanted, but it was not only him who would mourn her, and he could not be selfish.

“Ni su’cuyi, gar kyr’adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum,” he muttered quietly, rubbing his thumb over a swirl on his cuff. “Vod’ika.” His little sister had been taken from them before she could draw her first breath. She had never been named. “Ren Djarin.” His father had marched on only a handful of years earlier, and in some moments the wound felt fresh. Today was one of those days. “Kovra Djarin.” He had hoped he would have many years more to wait before saying his mother’s name, but today it would be on thousands of lips.

He sniffed and quickly wiped away his tears, reaching for his belt and sword to strap them to his waist.

“Knock knock.”

Din paused, looking over his shoulder at the door. “Marshal Dune.”

The Marshal of castle town smirked at him from where she was leaning against the door jamb, arms folded across her chest, her leather armour oiled and brushed. She must have been waiting for him to finish.

“Prince Djarin,” she replied, pushing herself up. She gave him an exaggerated look up and down and raised an eyebrow at him. “You look like a peacock.”

Din snorted and turned back to the mirror as he buckled his belt. “I feel like one; roasted, stuffed and decorated, ready for the court’s pleasure.”

“Sounds about right,” she said as she stopped just to the left of him. “You ready for this?”

“No,” he said, “but I have to. This is the Way.” He met her eyes in the mirror, taking note of her position. “You’re sure you won’t join the Tournament?”

She snorted. “Fuck no! Din, I love you, but can you imagine me in court?”

Din winced. He could imagine it easily. He could also see what a terrible idea that would be; Cara Dune had no patience for fools, no matter their rank or status. As much as he would have loved to have had someone he knew, someone he trusted, at his side, it would be a political nightmare. Plus it would likely be viewed as favouritism should she win with how close they were. Their friendship was well known, almost infamous depending on who you spoke to, but they had grown into their responsibilities, separate branches of the same tree though they were.

“I wish I could choose my own Protector,” he bemoaned, fiddling with his scabbard to untangle it from his tabard. Ridiculous thing. He never wore them outside of ceremonies.

“You know why you can’t,” Cara replied with sympathetic eyes.

He sighed and nodded. It was a chance for the Clans of Mandalore to show their prowess, and for him, as the new ruler, to show his trust in his subjects. It was an important ritual, an essential process, but that didn’t make it any less terrifying.

“But how will I know if I can trust them?”

“You won’t,” Cara said, and rested her hand on his shoulder, “but you can trust Saruk, and they won’t let an idiot replace them.”

He hummed. It was a nice thought, but he would still have to endure the new Protector for the first few months of his reign so he didn’t step on any toes. He hated politics. “I have to make the announcement first.”

“Then I suppose you’d better get out there.”

“Is that why you came here?” Din asked, turning to face her.

“One of the reasons,” she said with a shrug. “That, and I knew you needed the company.”

He smirked and grasped her shoulder in thanks. “Let’s get out there then.”

With a slap to his shoulder, Cara left, glancing back over her shoulder as she vanished from sight. It only took him a few moments more to convince himself to follow, heading out the door without a pause, knowing that Saruk would be a step behind him as he headed towards the hall.

The castle was quiet, only the faint murmurings that echoed from the hall down the corridors to be heard, and those were too indistinct to make anything of. His footsteps were quiet, as were Saruk’s, who stepped in tandem with him, but as he rounded the last corner and the guards ahead of him straightened, the whispers fell silent.

A great crowd had filled the hall, standing before the stacks of logs and planks that lined the edges, and leaving only the raised dais where the throne sat, a path for him to get there, and the very centre clear. Everyone was in their finest, varying colours among them, but red was predominant among them. Honouring a leader. It sickened him to know that some only wore it to curry favour with him, as their next King, but he couldn’t think of that now.

His buir’s body lay in repose in the centre of the room, resting on a wooden stretcher and her hands clutching her sword to her chest. She was wearing the armour she had died in, the reason she had worn it in fact; the only difference was that her helm was in place, the visor down to cover her face. She looked ready to do battle, as all good leaders should. As Din stepped up to the dais, he hoped he could follow her example.

He stopped before the throne and turned, though he did not sit down --- for he had not yet been crowned and was still only a Prince in the eyes of the world, despite his vows the day before -- and looked over the crowd. His magic thrummed through him, urging him to sit, but he resisted, determined to pass this test.

"The Witch King is dead," he said, projecting his voice so that all could hear. "Nu kyr'adyc, Shi taab,echaaj'la."

"Aay'han!" came the reply of a hundred voices as one.

Din briefly bowed his head in thanks, wishing he could be wearing the royal helm so he wouldn't have to struggle with keeping his emotions from showing on his face.

"Today we mark the end of Mand'alor the Beloved's reign, and we prepare for the beginning of her son's, long may he reign," Saruk cried, their voice booming in an enviable manner. "Let it be known that the Trials for the new Protector shall begin two weeks hence."

There was some muttering and shifting amongst the crowd, the excitement that had been carefully hidden away bubbling to the surface.

"The Witch King is dead," Din proclaimed again, bringing their attention back to where it should be. "Nu kyr'adyc, Shi taab,echaaj'la."

"Aay'han!"

He saw Cara in the sea of faces, the familiarity of it a balm to his battered nerves, and he set his shoulders.

"Today we send this Verd to her rest," he continued. "With fire shall she be revered. I shall light the flame.” He stepped forward, his magic building within him, but he pushed it down. Not yet.

“We shall carry her,” Saruk proclaimed, moving to one of the four corners of the stretcher. As she did, three others stepped forth from the crowd; the captain of the castle guard, a man still in his prime by the name of Veronar, moved to stand at the front right, next to Saruk’s position. A second man, Greef Karga, whom had served in the wars that Mandalor had faced at the Witch King’s side and acted as a close friend, took another corner. The third and last addition to the Protector was the Armourer, a woman of great mystery and even greater skill. She would be the one to forge Din’s royal helm, and there was none other whom he would trust with such a task.

As Din stepped around the body, he kept his eyes forward, the movement of the crowd only a blur as the guards moved into place around them and the doors opened.

The ward was lined with servants, each of them bearing their patches of red, and each and every one of them bowed as he passed. Most of them hadn’t the fabric or wages to spare for full garments, but a sash about the waist or around the neck was still a greater honour to the Prince than the pageantry he’d witnessed within the keep. There was one figure that wore more red than he’d expected though.

Cobb Vanth, the stable hand, was stood to the right, his shirt a deep burgundy and his scarf a bright blood red. He bowed, just as all others had, but not before Din had managed to catch his red rimmed eyes. The sight caught him by surprise, and it brought him a sense of comfort. He knew that the loss of his buir was a harsh blow to more than just himself, but he hadn’t seen it, not even in Saruk. He knew that it was what was expected, that they had to remain strong until they could pass on their duty to the next, but it still made him feel like he’d been grieving alone. To see tears in another’s eyes was a balm to his broken spirit.

The thought remained with him as he led the procession on, his pace slow as he walked out of the castle and up to the hill upon which a pyre had been prepared. The people had followed him, the old aided by the young, the rich alongside the poor, and as Mand’alor the Beloved was set upon her pire and he stood watch, many of them set items beside her. They set herbs, flowers and cloth. Carvings of animals and armour. Scrolls and stones. Din watched with some confusion as Cobb set a broken shovel handle against the bundles of kindling, but could tell its importance from the hesitant reluctance he bore at parting with it.

It was the moments like these that told him just how loved his mother had been by her people, and as the last of the gifts had been deposited, he drew himself tall one more time.

“Ni su’cuyi, gar kyr’adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum, Kovra Djarin.”

With that, he drew upon the power within him, and set a spark in the dry kindling deep in the pyre.

The fire caught easily, the wood having been treated and readied especially for this moment, and soon Mand’alor the Beloved was consumed. The heat of it was intense, but it would be many hours yet before she was gone. It wouldn’t be until the embers were smouldering, as the sun was kissing the horizon, that Din would look up to see who had remained.

Each of the four pallbearers remained, stoic and staid at his sides. The guards, of course, were still stationed at their posts around them all to protect them, and Cara stood nearby. There were a few other nobles, though not many, and a small handful of smallfolk and servants, but across from him, fresh tears running down his cheeks as he stared into the embers and ashes, was Cobb Vanth.

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Mando'a Translations:

Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum -- "I'm still alive, but you are dead. I remember you, so you are eternal"—Daily remembrance of those passed on, followed by the names of those being remembered

Nu kyr'adyc, shi taab'echaaj'la -- "Not gone, merely marching far away"—; Mandalorian phrase for the departed

aay'han -- bittersweet moment of mourning and joy; "remembering and celebration"

Verd -- warrior or soldier

Chapter 4

[theweirdkidinside03]

Hot 100 Trending Hits of 2019: Taylor Swift & Brendon Urie top billed 2019 with the fun anthem single ME!

1. ME! (feat. Brendon Urie of Panic! At The Disco) - Taylor Swift

2. thank u, next - Ariana Grande

3. Señorita - Shawn Mendes & Camila Cabello

4. Sucker - Jonas Brothers

5. Boy With Luv (feat. Halsey) - BTS

6. 7 rings - Ariana Grande

7. bad guy - Billie Eilish

8. I Don’t Care - Ed Sheeran & Justin Bieber

9. Old Town Road (feat. Billy Ray Cyrus) - Lil Nas X

10. Truth Hurts - Lizzo

11. Circles - Post Malone

12. Memories - Maroon 5

13. Lover - Taylor Swift

14. Someone You Loved - Lewis Capaldi

15. Lose You To Love Me - Selena Gomez

16. Sunflower - Post Malone & Swae Lee

17. If I Can’t Have You - Shawn Mendes

18. You Need To Calm Down - Taylor Swift

19. Close To Me - Diplo, Ellie Goulding & Swae Lee

20. Call You Mine (feat. Bebe Rexha) - The Chainsmokers

21. No Guidance (feat. Drake) - Chris Brown

22. break up with your girlfriend, I’m bored - Ariana Grande

23. Llegaste Tu - CNCO & Prince Royce

24. Lights Up - Harry Styles

25. Please Me - Cardi B & Bruno Mars

26. Dancing With A Stranger - Sam Smith & Normani

27. Go Up - SB19

28. Kill This Love - Blackpink

29. Teeth - 5 Seconds of Summer

30. Who Do You Love (feat. 5 Seconds of Summer) - The Chainsmokers

31. Don’t Call Me Angel - Ariana Grande, Miley Cyrus & Lana Del Rey

32. Beautiful People (feat. Khalid) - Ed Sheeran

33. How Do You Sleep? - Sam Smith

34. Talk - Khalid

35. Motivation - Normani

36. Sweet but Psycho - Ava Max

37. Good As Hell - Lizzo

38. Right Back (feat. A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie) - Khalid

39. Nothing Breaks Like A Heart - Mark Ronson & Miley Cyrus

40. I Warned Myself - Charlie Puth

41. Make It Right (feat. Lauv) - BTS

42. De Cero - CNCO

43. Goodbyes (feat. Young Thug) - Post Malone

44. Hate Me - Ellie Goulding & Juice WRLD

45. Never Really Over - Katy Perry

46. What I Like About You (feat. Theresa Rex) - Jonas Blue

47. Rainbow - Kacey Musgraves

48. Bad Liar - Imagine Dragons

49. Shameless - Camila Cabello

50. Wow. - Post Malone

51. Easier - 5 Seconds of Summer

52. It’s Not Living (If It’s Not With You) - The 1975

53. 10,000 Hours (with Justin Bieber) - Dan + Shay

54. 365 - Zedd & Katy Perry

55. Lie To Me - 5 Seconds of Summer

56. I Can’t Get Enough - benny blanco, Tainy, Selena Gomez & J Balvin

57. Let Me Down Slowly - Alec Benjamin & Alessia Cara

58. Hello My Love - Westlife

59. Ritual - Tiesto, Rita Ora & Jonas Blue

60. Sixteen - Ellie Goulding

61. I Don’t Belong In This Club - Why Don’t We & Macklemore

62. Pretend - CNCO

63. So Am I - Ava Max

64. Nobody - Martin Jensen & James Arthur

65. Last Hurrah - Bebe Rexha

66. Fiend (feat. Just Hush) - James Reid

67. Mama (feat. Ellie Goulding) - Clean Bandit

68. I’m So Tired... - Troye Sivan & Lauv

69. The Hype - twenty one pilots

70. Drugs & the Internet - Lauv

71. What A Time (feat. Niall Horan) - Julia Michaels

72. Here With Me (feat. Chvrches) - Marshmello

73. One Thing Right - Marshmello & Kane Brown

74. All the Time - Zara Larsson

75. Nightmare - Halsey

76. Unbelievable - Why Don’t We

77. Cool - Jonas Brothers

78. boyfriend - Ariana Grande & Social House

79. Stack It Up (feat. A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie) - Liam Payne

80. Bounce Back - Little Mix

81. Small Talk - Katy Perry

82. f***, i’m lonely - Lauv & Anne-Marie

83. Mother’s Daughter - Miley Cyrus

84. Nice To Meet Ya - Niall Horan

85. What Am I - Why Don’t We

86. Walk Me Home - P!nk

87. A Whole New World - ZAYN & Zhavia Ward

88. Rescue Me - OneRepublic

89. Panini - Lil Nas X

90. Kill My Mind - Louis Tomlinson

91. Good Thing (feat. Kehlani) - Zedd

92. Summer Days (feat. Macklemore & Patrick Stump of Fall Out Boy) - Martin Garrix

93. comethru - Jeremy Zucker

94. Orphans - Coldplay

95. Find U Again (feat. Camila Cabello) - Mark Ronson

96. Mad Love - Mabel

97. Big Plans - Why Don’t We

98. 11 Minutes - YUNGBLUD & Halsey

99. Don’t Call Me Up - Mabel

100. RITMO (Bad Boys For Life) - Black Eyed Peas & J Balvin

[xocookiest]

BATWOMAN PLAYLIST: SEASON 1 (PART I)

Summary: This is a compilation of songs that can possibly summarize Kate and her father, Jacob as well as their thoughts and feelings throughout the season of the show about Beth and their family. All of these songs were compiled using the application Spotify Song Radio and the song “when the party’s over" by Billie Ellish in Episode 2 of Season 1 of Batwoman as its base.

1.      when the party’s over - Billie Ellish

2.      If We Have Each Other - Alec Benjamin

3.      Rewrite the Stars (Cover) - James Arthur & Anne-Marie

4.      Almost Is Never Enough - Ariana Grande & Nathan Sykes

5.      Never Ending Story - Gaten Matarazzo & Gabriella Pizzolo

6.      Human - dodie & Tom Walker

7.      I’ll Be Good - Jaymes Young

8.      Can I Be Him - James Arthur

9.      War of Hearts (Acoustic Version) - Ruelle

10.    I Have Questions - Camilla Cabello

11.    River Of Tears - Alessia Cara

12.    Back To You - Selena Gomez

13.    Sweet Creature - Harry Styles

14.    Used to Be - AJ Mitchell

15.    Already Gone - Sleeping At Last

16.    If I Could Fly - One Direction

17.    Grand Piano - Nicki Minaj

18.    If I Killed Someone For You - Alec Benjamin

19.    Sick of Losing Soulmates - dodie

20.    my strange addiction - Billie Ellish

21.    A Whole New World (Cover) - ZAYN & Zhavia Ward

22.    Stupid Deep -Joe Bellion

23.    Mixed Signals - Ruth B.

24.    If I Can’t Have You - Shawn Mendes

25.    Ghost Of You - 5 Seconds of Summer

26.    Teenager in Love - Madison Beer

27.    come out and play - Billie Ellish

28.    fOoL fOr YoU - ZAYN

29.    Medicate - Gabbie Hanna

30.    Superficial Love - Ruth B.

31.    Stone Cold - Demi Lovato

32.    Older - Sasha Sloan

33.    This Is Home - Cavetown

34.    hate u love u - Olivia O'Brien

35.    ocean eyes - Billie Ellish

36.    i can’t breathe - Bea Miller

37.    all the kids are depressed - Jeremy Zucker

38.    Train Wreck - James Arthur

39.    Not About Angels - Birdy

40.    Sober - Demi Lovato

41.    lovely (w/ Khalid) - Billie Ellish

42.    Crush Culture - Conan Gray

43.    Youth (feat. Khalid) - Shawn Mendes

44.    It’s You - Ali Gatie

45.    Lie To Me (feat. Julia Michaels) - 5 Seconds Of Summer

46.    Paralyzed - NF

47.    Rainbow - Kacey Musgraves

48.    Never Be Alone - Shawn Mendes

49.    Girl (Acoustic) - SYML

50.    Grow As We Go - Ben Platt

51.    She - dodie

52.    Places We Won’t Walk - Bruno Major

53.    Two - Sleeping At Last

54.    Complicated – Olivia O’ Brien

55.    Sue Me - Sabrina Carpenter

56.    party favor - Billie Ellish

57.    8 Letters - Why Don’t We

58.    Strawberries & Cigarettes - Troye Sivan

59.    Consequences – Camilla Cabello

60.    The Story Never Ends - Lauv

61.    Writer In The Dark - Lorde

62.    Teenage Mind - Tate McRae

63.    goodnight n go - Ariana Grande

64.    I’m A Mess – Bebe Rexha

65.    Boy In The Bubble - Alec Benjamin

66.    Dear Society - Madison Beer

67.    Waves - Dean Lewis

68.    Girl Crush - Harry Styles

69.    Fuck Feelings - Olivia O’ Brien

70.    The Good Side - Troye Sivan

71.    What A Time (feat. Niall Horan) - Julia Michaels

72.    Imagination - Shawn Mendes

73.    Everybody Loves You - Charlotte Lawrence

74.    7 Minutes - Dean Lewis

75.    Feel Something - Jaymes Young

76.    Bored - Billie Ellish

77.    Good Years - ZAYN

78.    One Day - Tate McRae

79.    What A Heavenly Way To Die - Troye Sivan

80.    Water Fountain - Alec Benjamin

81.    prom dress - mxmtoon

82.    Why - Shawn Mendes

83.    I Don’t Want You Back - AJ Mitchell

84.    Love Me or Leave Me - Little Mix

85.    Never Not - Luav

86.    From the Dining Table – Harry Styles

87.    i love you - Billie Ellish

88.    Can’t Help Falling In Love - Christian Leave

89.    hostage - Billie Ellish

90.    Dying in LA - Panic! At The Disco

91.    I Can’t Fall In Love Without You - Zara Larsson

92.    Best Part (feat. Daniel Caesar) - H.E.R.

93.    Empty - Olivia O’Brien

94.    Use Somebody - Shawn Mendes

95.    Swim - Chase Atlantic

96.    Is It Really Me You’re Missing - Nina Nesbitt

97.    All I Want - Kodaline

98.    Mad World (feat. K.J. Apa, Camila Mendes, and Lila Reinhart) - Riverdale Cast

99.    Generation Why - Conan Gray

100. Would I - Maggie Lindemann

[noramoya]

#FactsDontLiePeopleDo #FactsMatter #MJisInnocent #MJisTheRealVictim

“THE TRUTH BEHIND #MICHAELJACKSON

MALIGNATION OF HOLLYWOOD”

“IT’S EASY TO DESTROY THE BLACK MAN BECAUSE PEOPLE WILL HELP YOU DO IT!”

— by Dr Glenville Ashby, author of the winning award audiobook Anam Cara

#Remember #MJInnocent #Humanitarian #Truth #Love

“Leaving Neverland aired on HBO on March 6 to mixed reviews. Lines are drawn in the sand as Michael Jackson’s defenders work overtime to protect the legacy of arguably the most influential pop artist in history. Even renowned documentary film writer and director John Ziegler has joined the fray as he publicly questions the credibility of the film.

For so many who embrace our judicial system and rule of law, it is unsettling that after a man has been acquitted of numerous charges and even survived a decade-long FBI probe, he is now the target of what appears to be a witch-hunt. It is even more disturbing that this man is long deceased. Many are asking why two men who swore under oath in the 2005 Jackson trial that they were never sexually abused now claim otherwise and are given a huge platform to do so. And why no less a person than Oprah Winfrey was used to validate their claim. The answer is more complex than imagined.

Before his death, Jackson had a well-publicised falling-out with Paul McCartney and Sony Records. The former Beatle had accused Jackson of stealthily purchasing the group’s music catalogue, an unforgivable act in McCartney’s eyes. Jackson also fell out of favour with Steven Spielberg, David Geffen, and Jeffery Katzenberg, three of Hollywood’s most influential people.”

MALIGNED BY HOLLYWOOD

“Jackson was maligned by Hollywood and the media in the later part of his life. His sudden death, though, proved to be a financial windfall, with earnings surging past US$1 billion by 2015 alone. ( https://www.cnbc.com/2015/06/25/1-billion-michael-jacksons-estate-surges...) Substantially more earnings are estimated, thanks to the movie “This is It”, trademark and publishing agreements with Circus De Soleil, record sales, streaming, and an upcoming Broadway show : “Don’t Stop till You Get Enough”.

As an artist, Jackson’s global appeal had long eclipsed that of Elvis Presley, a man who was unapologetically marketed as the ‘King’ despite his brazen appropriation of black music at a time when black artists were used and whimsically discarded.

In Champion or Copycat: Elvis Presley’s Ambiguous Relationship with Black America, Brian Ward wrote :“After Elvis Presley died on August 16, 1977, the African-American newspaper, the Chicago Defender, explained: “When Elvis Presley breathed his last breath and the press hailed him as the ‘King of Rock’, Ol’ Man River cried out, ‘Naw, he ain’t! My friend Chuck Berry is the King of Rock. Presley was merely a Prince who profited from the royal talent of a sovereign ruler vested with tremendous creativity. Had Berry been white, he could have rightly taken [Presley’s] throne and worn his crown well.’”

Jackson’s title, ‘King of Pop’, never sat well with the power structure, nor was his public feuding with Sony records and Hollywood’s power brokers that was captured in the song “They Don’t Really Care About Us”. Acquitted after a gruelling trial only to have his stock soar astronomically after his death only ruffled more feathers.

But a sworn enemy never forgets. And the enemy never fails to follow the script that always works: recruit one among us to do their dirty work. This time it was none other than Oprah Winfrey, a woman who celebrated her 65th birthday on David Geffen’s $300 million yacht, watching ‘Leaving Neverland’ along with Paul McCartney and friends. You guessed it: The fix was in.

It is regrettable but necessary that Winfrey, who assumed the treasonous role of ‘plantation mammy’, be challenged by our community. Winfrey’s many troubling missteps have been deflected by her friends in Hollywood and the media. But Winfrey cannot distance herself from her friendship with accused rapist Harvey Weinstein, nor can she undo her promotion of James Arthur Ray, a charlatan who was found guilty of manslaughter after his wellness retreat in Arizona ended with the death of two participants. And it was Oprah who personally galvanised the popularity of John of God, who is held for multiple counts of rape in a Brazilian prison. To date, some 600 women have accused the Oprah-endorsed holy man of sexual abuse.”

CLEAR ANSWER

“So I ask, why would Winfrey sign on to promoting recycled allegations against Jackson? The reason now is as clear as day. And to Winfrey and others who see nothing wrong with digging up a dead man to only kill him again, I ask: Are you not opening a Pandora’s box? And if you must, should we not try Elvis Presley in the court of public opinion? Wasn’t he accused, like Jackson, of the same offences? Hollywood and the media are well familiar with the sore details captured in Elizabeth King’s Elvis Was the King of Treating Women Like Sh** and Luring 14-Year-Olds into Bed (Broadly, October 7, 2016). But they remain silent. But they remain silent ! Of Course !! He was White !!

And , as for the living, why not publicly go after Ted Nugent, Roman Polanski, and Woody Allen with the same tenacity directed at Jackson ?! And what of Kevin Spacey, a man treated with kid gloves by the media? Oh, well... They’re all White people...

AND AGAIN I ASK, WASN’T JACKSON EXONERATED IN THE COURT OF LAW ?!

For all his shortcomings, Michael Jackson came out of the black experience. He is our music, our art, our history. Hollywood and the mainstream media protect their own.

WE MUST NOW DEFEND WHAT BELONG TO US !

[imagine-loki]

Maelstrom

TITLE: Maelstrom CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 5 AUTHOR: wolfpawn ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine helping Loki leave his physically and emotionally abusive girlfriend. You treat him with kindness and respect, and with time, as he falls for you, you teach him that love isn’t supposed to hurt. RATING: Mature NOTES/WARNINGS: Trigger Warning - This story is going to deal with emotional and physical abuse by a female abuser to her male partner. Maelstrom - a situation or state of confused movement or violent turmoil.

This chapter also references a past suicide. 

Shakespeare’s sonnet #27 is posted at the bottom of the fic for reference. 

Though she knew it was the right thing to do, Cara felt guilty. It was required if she wanted to look after him. Loki was a good being, he did not deserve it. Eir gave her advice and support with assisting her further if Cara felt she needed her ear and advice again. She also told her to take note of everything to do with it in case it was required later.

The next day, Alfred did not come to the healers' rooms for fresh bandages and salve. By evening, Cara was getting worried. When she finished her usual jobs, she got what she required and informed Eir that she had to do a call before setting off with a promise to return soon.

The guards let her through without issue into the Royal hallway. It was when she arrived at Loki's chambers that she was supposed to wait for consent to enter. Alfred opened the door looking anything but pleased. ‘I should warn you…’ He began as he made room for her to enter the room.

‘It's fine.’ Cara walked over to the table which she had sat at the day before assisting Loki. She had barely gotten to the table when the noise began to become clearly audible. She bit her lips together as the tirade became more and more vicious. After a couple minutes, it did not seem to be ceasing or settling down any bit and having become irate by what she was hearing. She decided to step in. Inhaling deeply, she walked to the door that separated the two rooms and knocked on it confidently.

It was Lucia who opened the door, wearing only some lingerie and Loki's overcoat. ‘Yes?’ Her eyes widened when she realised who was there. ‘What do you want?’

‘The prince is due a bandage change and there is a woman in labour that I have been asked to return to assist on, so may he come out, it will not take long.’

Lucia gave her a momentary angered look before moving slightly. Loki walked past and sat at the table wearing only a pair of pants. He extended his arm dutifully without being asked. He said nothing as she worked on it, Lucia standing over them, watching intently.

Cara said nothing as she worked. More than once she felt him looking at her but she did not return his glance, partly in guilt but also partly because she was angry ask him for not sticking to his own wishes. ‘There.’ She stated. ‘I assume you forgot to send Alfred to the healing rooms, so in case you forget again, I will simply leave some extra bandages and salve here. I need to be available for others, especially when babies are insisting on being born at all sorts of hours, not that they can help it of course.’ she joked. ‘I will let you get back to your evening.’ She rose to leave and finally looked at Loki, feeling her heartbreak at his blatant unhappiness. He begged her with his eyes to stay but without him saying anything, there was nothing she could do. ‘Is there anything else?’

‘No.’ Lucia snapped. ‘Now if you don't mind, we were in the middle of something.’

‘I gathered.’ Cara looked them up and down. ‘My Prince, can I assist you any further?’ SHe asked, giving him the opportunity to say something.

‘No, thank you.’ He mumbled.

‘Very well, good evening.’ Cara walked out of the room without another word or glance back.

*

‘Well?’ She turned to see Eir cleaning her hands having delivered Lady Ramona’s daughter.

‘Fine.’ Cara dismissed, tidying herself up after assisting.

‘Cara?’ Eir prodded, seeing the anger in the younger woman’s eyes.

‘Please, I just need to finish my notes.’

‘I think you need to talk.’

‘I think I don’t.’

‘Cara?’

‘Why...What madness comes into play when an intelligent and educated man defies the logic of leaving someone so truly horrid?’

‘We cannot say for sure.’ Eir confessed. ‘What happened?’

‘He gave in to her request and allowed her to force him to bed….but if you only saw his face…’

‘Do you think it to be rape?’

‘Honestly, I believe so, yes. He does not want it.’

‘Are you going to reveal his name to me?’

I can't, not until he asks me to help. You and I both know this.’

‘I know it is frustrating.’

‘I became a healer to help people, yet here I stand, watching this shipwreck as though it is in slow motion and I cannot do anything. I'm only permitted to watch while I bear witness to utter carnage.’

‘I know.’ Eir sighed. ‘It goes against our very beings. I remember a girl, I was less than a century in this profession, she got pregnant from a foolish fumble with an older man who used her naivety to trap her, that we suspect, at least. She was so innocent, I remember the shock on her face as being told that she was to be a mother, she had no idea how it even happened. She was married within in the week. Well, the baby came, a little girl, big enough for a first child. The mother was not particularly dainty but good sized child regardless.’ Eir inhaled before she spoke again and when she exhaled, it was almost shaky. ‘He had her back in the healing rooms two weeks later suffering from damage. He did not even wait for her to heal properly after the birth. She was pregnant again within the year. I told the head healer, we did everything we could within our constraints. She had twelve pregnancies, seven daughters and five miscarriages.’

‘What happened in the end?’

‘She started coming to check up with bruises in the shape of hand marks. Every time we told her it was a girl, she shook and she cried. Three of the miscarriages occurred within the first two days of the revealing of the gender. She had such a difficult life. And her parents all but ignored her because of the “shame” she had brought them. She loves her children but it became too much.’

‘How old was she?’

‘She was barely scraping nine hundred when I diagnosed her first pregnancy. She was not even twelve hundred when I pronounced her death from jumping from the highest balcony she could access.’

‘Norns.’

‘I begged her, I begged her so often let me help her. But she refused.’

‘I…’ Cara could not bare Loki doing something similar.

‘Try and get him to ask for help, Cara. Whoever this boy is, try and get him to see sense.’

‘’And if I can't?’

‘One of the hardest realisations you will ever come to in this life is that we cannot save everyone.’

‘I just feel so conflicted.’

‘How so?’

‘I am not particularly sure. How am I supposed to respect boundaries when such foul crimes are being committed? It is so wrong to be in such a position.’

‘Help him see that.’

‘He thinks men cannot be the victim.’

Eir shook her head. ‘Men are more often the perpetrator but they are as able to be the victim too. Try and help him see that.’

‘I will try.’

*

It was while she was writing more patient notes late the next day when Cara heard the door of the healing room open. She paid little heed to it as there were other healers still in the ward.

‘Excuse me, where would I find Healer Cara?’

‘Her office is the third on the right.’ Amelia, a new apprentice directed.

‘Thank you.’

Cara put away the notes she had readied for whoever was about to arrive. Oddly, the same feeling she experienced in her gut before came to her again. She rose from her chair and walked over to the door before the man on the other side could even knock. ‘Oh’.

‘Alfred, is everything alright?’ She asked worriedly as she let him in. ‘Is the Prince having an issue with the bandage?’ Her voice was low until she closed the door to ensure Loki’s privacy. As soon as it clicked shut, she raised her voice to a more normal level. ‘You can speak freely now, these rooms are protected to ensure confidentiality.’

‘When you arrived yesterday…’

Cara inhaled. ‘Yes?’

‘I…’ She cocked her head slightly. With a shaking breath, Alfred glowed green and turned to Loki.

‘Oh, wow.’ Cara had not expected that

‘I’m sorry.’

‘What for?

‘What you witnessed.’

‘I came back here, and within ten minutes of my returning, Lady Ramona accidentally had her birthing sac rupture on me as I aided Eir during the labour, I can assure you, I am very much aware of intimacy and indeed, its repercussions.’ She dismissed.

‘Are you allowed tell me that? I thought you were bound to secrecy?’ Loki questioned.

Cara looked at him, confused. ‘Lord Henry declared it to a full dining room last evening after dinner and again at breakfast and lunch today that after two boys, he finally gave his beloved Ramona the daughter she yearned for so greatly. It is more public knowledge now than knowing that your father is the Allfather. I suspect he has even gone and told that stray cat that dallies outside the kitchens at this stage.’ She laughed as she sat behind her desk again

‘Oh...I thought…’

‘I respect all of my patient’s privacy.’ Her tone revealed her disapproval of such a thought.

‘I just...how?’

‘How what?’

‘How do I do it?’

‘Do what?’ Cara walked around her desk, begging to herself that what she suspected he was trying to say was, in fact, the words he was trying to get out.

‘Get her to stop?’

‘You can’t, only she can stop her. She has to choose to stop.’

‘I need…’

‘You need to end it. She is not good for you, My Prince.’ She took his hand in hers.

‘But I will never find someone to love me again.’

‘This is not love.’ Cara explained in a sympathetic voice. ‘We do not hurt those we love. We do not make them feel that they are a burden or not worthy of our time and love. She does not love you.’ She declared. ‘You deserve love, someone who, when she sees you, her whole face brightens up, who respects you, who…’ she paused and looked at Loki, who was fighting back tears. ‘My Prince?’ She did it to comfort him. She reached up and went to put her hand to his cheek but he winced and drew back before she even touched him. She felt herself fighting back her own tears as she noticed how scared he was. ‘You do not deserve to fear the touch of another.’

As his resolve broke, Cara noticed his right eye become severely bloodshot. Seeing her concern, Loki lifted the spell that he placed on himself. Cara’s eyes widened as his face changed from pale perfect skin to a mottled swollen mess. ‘I….I couldn’t...perform.’

Cara’s heart broke. ‘Loki…’

‘I always…..I wanted it to be on my terms, with someone I...who made me want to, but I couldn’t and she…’

‘That is how you don’t know about Lord Henry and Lady Ramona’s daughter, you were hiding.’

‘I am a coward.’

‘No, no my Prince, you are no such thing, cease that thought right now. You do not deserve this, you did nothing to deserve any of it.’ She gently brought her hand to the side of his face that was not injured. Startled at first, Loki did not know how to react but a moment later, he leant into her touch. ‘We all just want to be loved. There is no shame in that.’

‘You don’t have anyone.’

‘I don’t entertain thoughts of those I do not think will make me happy.’ She explained. ‘I will find my Prince, when the time's right, I will settle for nothing else. I rather be alone than be someone who I don’t feel I could love fully, it’s not right.’

‘Help me.’ She looked at him. ‘Please.’

‘Do you want to just get away from her or do you want to press charges?’

‘I just want to be free.’

‘We’ll think of something.’ She promised, putting her hand on his, gently squeezing it. ‘When was the last time you felt good about you?’

‘I can hardly remember.’

‘Do what makes you happy Loki, be happy.’

‘She will not accept it.’

‘And you should not accept her not accepting it. We can only be responsible for us.’

Loki could not help but feel sceptical of her words. ‘Can I talk to you?’

‘Of course, we are talking now.’ She smiled.

‘No, just normal talking, please.’

Cara thought of the work she still had to complete, as well as her tiredness from a long tedious day before smiling again. ‘Sonnet Twenty-seven.’ Loki’s brows furrowed. ‘Today, that would be my sonnet of choice.’

Loki flicked through the words in his head and smiled back. ‘That’s a good one.’ Then his smile fell. ‘I am not stopping you leaving, am I?’ He began to turn for the door.

‘Not at all.’ Cara fibbed ‘What about you?’

‘No, I had sent word that I was a little ill so no one has bothered me...oh, you mean the sonnets, I guess….I can’t remember.’

Cara gave a small laugh. ‘Well, we can talk more on it when you do.’ She offered.

‘I would like that.’

Cara was about to speak again when there was a knock on the door. She walked over and opened it slightly. ‘Yes?’ Her voice was polite.

‘Healer Eir gave this to me and said that it was for your eyes only.’

‘Thank you, Amelia.’ She smiled, taking the file, ensuring the apprentice could not see who the other occupant of the room was. She noted the awkward manner in which Amelia was looking at her. ‘Can I do anything else for you?’

‘At the back of the file is my consent for that requires signing to allow me…’

‘I was under the impression that you are to follow Healer Amie?’

‘Yes, but she is away this week and I checked, any qualified healer can sign it and it…’

‘Is due tomorrow.’ Cara noted the date that is was supposed to be returned by the following day. ‘I see. I promise I will have it logged tonight.’

‘Thank you, Healer Cara.’

‘No problem, now, I have a patient that needs me here, I will be out to you soon.’

‘Of course, I'm sorry to have disturbed you.’ Amelia rushed off.

Cara walked back in and placed the form and her document file and the file in a drawer within her desk. ‘My apologies.’

‘Why did you become a healer?’ Loki asked curiously. ‘Tyr is incredibly wealthy, you don't need to work.’

‘No one becomes a healer for financial gain, trust me.’ Cara laughed. ‘I have wanted to be one since I was a child. Father came home for the battle on Nidavellir having received several bad wounds. I watched as Healer May, she was the old head healer before Eir, tended to him. She asked me if I wanted to help, I think she just wanted to calm my anxiousness at him being wounded but I loved every moment of it. I decided then I would become one. It became my goal just as my sister's one was to become a warrior. well, she wanted to be a Valkyrie but they're all gone so she settled for looking for trouble with Thor and his other friends under the guise of being a warrior instead.’

Loki chuckled at what he would describe as an accurate description of Thor and his friends galavanting. ‘And what about Lucas?’

‘Lucas always loved inter-realm relations. When father stepped down from the army and took a more political and diplomatic role, Lucas decided when watching him but that is what he wished for too.’

‘You are all very happy.’

‘What would you like to do?’

‘Travel, and study in Vanaheim and Alfheim for a century or two, broaden my seidr.’

‘Why don’t you?’

‘Lucia….’

‘She is not relevant in this.’

‘She said it was stupid, that I should just be more like Thor.’ There was a clear bitterness in his tone.

‘Does she often compare you to your brother?’

‘Yes, she does. Apparently, he would not be so….’

Cara took his hand as she had done many times before. ‘It’s alright.’

‘I am not as good as him.’

‘You are not Thor, you are Loki, and you are as good as Thor. Maybe not at the same things but you are as valid as he is, never forget that.’

‘You always say these things, these words to lift a being.’

‘You need to hear them but I believe them also.’

‘Of all the beings, why are you so nice to me?’

‘I am nice to all my patients. My role is to tend to your wellbeing in every way. I remember when we were growing up, you were always your own being. I have always liked our interactions, as infrequent as they were while we were younger.’

‘Really?’

‘Yes, I always found you to very interesting to speak with or when you were speaking to Lucas, as the case was. We have a similar taste in literature, I find myself enjoying and looking forward to my time speaking with you on certain matters.’ Loki’s eyes brightened significantly at her words.

It was past midnight when Cara crashed onto her bed. Loki had stayed in her office for a few hours, then with her notes and ensuring Amelia’s forms were sent, she was very much tempted to sleep in her office, but instead, she forced herself to her bed.

Shakespeare sonnet #27

Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear repose for limbs with travel tired; But then begins a journey in my head, To work my mind, when body's work's expired: For then my thoughts (from far where I abide) Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee, And keep my drooping eyelids open wide, Looking on darkness which the blind do see: Save that my soul's imaginary sight Presents thy shadow to my sightless view, Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night, Makes black night beauteous and her old face new. Lo, thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind, For thee, and for myself, no quiet find.

[jbuffyangel]

The Weekly Rundown (10/07/18-10/13/18)

Sorry so late! I’m getting caught up on articles. Almost there :) Time to rundown what I’m watching, loving, hating and everything in between! Spoilers ahead!

God Friended Me (”The Good Samaritan”)

Confession time: I didn’t pay very close attention to this week’s episode, but Miles and Cara continue to be adorable. Pretty sure I ship it.

Manifest (”Turbulence”)

I’m not really feeling the chemistry between Josh Dallas and Athena Karkanis. However, the chemistry between  Melissa Roxburgh and JR Ramirez is smoldering.

Josh Dallas is my blue eye baby who makes me feel all the things. He conveyed so many emotions without saying a word in the scene where Ben and Grace discussed the man in her life. WOW!    

I want to believe Grace is in love with Ben and not Danny (because it's Josh Dallas and that's all the reason she needs), but I'm not buying it... yet

The whole twins being different ages is a never ending mind bender.

Seriously though what did Ben do for a living?

The Gifted (“coMplications”)

All I want is for Marcos to hold Dawn forever and snuggle with Lorna. Why can’t I have the things that I want?

But seriously though these Marcos and baby scenes are killing me.

Marcos fighting the Frost sister’s mind control was amazing. He was ready to tear everything apart to get his Lorna and his baby. SO HOT.

Andy, buddy what are you doing? Sure, they gave you a better hair cut and cool clothes, but Reeva is crazy. Tell me you know that boy!

I’m having trouble understanding why Reed didn’t want to tell his wife and daughter his powers were coming back. He has two mutant children! They tried to equate Lauren’s fear of “coming out” to Reed’s but it’s just not the same. He was her parent and he hunted mutants. She legitimately feared her father’s rejection. Reed isn’t in the same situation at all and I see no reason to for him to be lying to everyone for months.

Kate hugs Reed once he tells her the truth, which is nice, but were we really expecting her to reject him? Did the writers forget they have two mutant children?

The Gifted blew past all the build up to Clarice and John’s relationship and now they’ve sewn the seeds for the break up - in the third episode. This whole “Clarice is a spy for the Erg and lies to John about it” storyline is only going one place. John is doing his fair share of lying and pushing Clarice away. Needless to say I am unhappy with how this relationship is being handled.

F.B.I. (“Green Birds” and  “Prey”)

Finally got caught up on F.B.I. I thought “Prey” was a much stronger episode than “Green Birds.” 

I am so glad they cast Sela Ward! I love her. Her character is much more likable as Maggie and Omar’s boss.

I’m here for Omar doing hot things because Omar is hot. I feel warm every time he talks about his military experience. 

Still a little iffy about this show, but I’ll stick with it for now.

This Is Us (Katie Girls)

The depth of my hate for Jack's father knows no bounds.

"Or you can stay and I'll kill him." Honestly, I was okay with that option too Jack.

Randall is a mess watching his brother's movie and I stan this bromance so hard.

I am really freaking glad Randall is taking Kate on because I AM SO MAD AT HER.

Well that conversation swerved quickly. Stay on point Randall.

Okay well now we're off on a whole other thing and Kate is crying. Good grief children.

Not sure how Randall & Kate's discussion became a fight about adoption. The point was to discuss Kate's insensitivity regarding her remark about being the only person able to pass on Jack's genes. How did she turn it into Randall's insensitivity about her miscarriage?

Beth, Miguel and Toby having a group text to discuss their messed up in laws is AMAZING.

Randall is terrible at apologizing but also WHY IS HE APOLOGIZING?

I'm trying to hang with my girl Kate here. I've had a miscarriage and it's devastating, but your personal pain is not an excuse to be hurtful to others. Understanding where Randall was coming from was not a long bridge to cross.

I am so relating to Kevin putting the pieces together regarding Jack's service.

Beth got fired? NOOOOOO. My Beth!  

Toby's reaction to Randall showing up was gold.

KATE AND JACK ARE DREAM SEQUENCING AND I AM NOT OKAY. Btw Jack could you advise Kate to stop being such a jackass to Randall? Thanks bro.

Awkward Rebecca and Jack is the worst. You are soul mates kids. Get it together.  

Jack wants to marry you Rebecca and have lots and lots of babies. You are his dream.

I hope Randall and Beth have 9 months of savings. Suze Orman says you need 9 months of savings.

Marriage is never 50/50. But I think Beth and Randall have been going 90/10 for awhile and it's time for that ratio to shift.

I love how the writers find commonality in their characters in ways you never thought of before. Randall and Toby sharing their struggles with depression and anxiety was such a beautiful way to bond these characters

Kate wanted to marry Mark Paul Gosselar. Same girl.

"You came across the country to say you are sorry. That's the most Dad move ever." HELLO KATE. NICE TO SEE YOU AGAIN. You could have added that he didn't need to apologize and you are the one who is sorry but I don't want to editorialize too much. Carry on.)

Rebecca pulled a Jack Pearson on Jack Pearson. EPIC.

Marry you the man who does dishes. 

A Million Little Things (”Save The Date”)

HOLY. FREAKING. CRAP. THEY. ALL. FOUND. OUT. That was fast y’all! Wow!

If we’re blowing past the big affair secret does that mean we’ll find out the reason John killed himself? It’s an annoying mystery. Cough up the answers, show.

All the awards to Grace Park. She’s been sadly under utilized on this show until now and boy did she come out swinging. The scenes where she confronts Eddie and Delilah were amazing. 

I cheered when Grace slapped Eddie. I have no sympathy for him. He’s cheating because his wife is gone at work all the time? It’s called a mortgage jackass. Guitar lessons aren’t going to get it done. 

It irritates me when people act like they have no choice in who they sleep with. Eddie is walking around like falling in love with Delilah was an accident. Listen pal you are a grown ass man. You made choices. Own it. Cheating is such a mean thing to do.  Nobody is forcing anyone to stay in these marriages. Get a divorce before you go hopping into bed with someone else.

I’m only slightly less angry with Delilah but that’s only because her husband jumped off a building. Her scene where she screams to friends to ask if she was the reason John killed himself was gutting. Guit is a bitch.

By the way, even if Jon made his peace with the affair it doesn’t make the affair okay. Also, nobody asked for Katherine’s opinon. Pretty sure she’d tell everyone where to stick if if they’d did though.

I feel like Gary is representing the audience in this episode, i.e. me. I don’t think the writers needed to muddy the water with Gary’s issues with marriage, his parents divorce and his birthday. I understand Jon and Delilah were his shining example of marriage bliss, but we didn’t need to make this about his childhood trauma. His anger was warranted by itself. Delilah and Eddie did an awful thing.

We need to move it along with Maggie’s storyline. She’s the friends-with-benefit-rando-friend-everyone-just-met-but-pretend-like-they’ve-known-her-since-always. Her impermanence in all of these people’s lives makes the level she’s included in things... odd. Let’s get the cancer out in the open and solidify her relationships - particularly with Gary. 

Blindspot (“Hella Duplicitous”)

Jane's hair is long. That's how ya know she's evil again

Seriously how do they not know Remi is back? She's so cranky. Jane is much more cheerful. Also, I feel like her voice is three octaves lower.

Remi can fight with samurai swords. Who knew? A list of all of her skills would be great.

Do I call her Remi or Jane y'all? I'm going with Remi for now.

Remi's impression of Jane being worried about Kurt was pretty spot on. Well played evil one.

Anyone else enjoying Remi looking all murdery every time anyone mentions Roman is dead? Same girl. Except I'm sad Luke Mitchell isn't on the show anymore not murdery because that'd be weird.

Jane's dying except she's Remi so like that's a double dose of suck.

Oh score. Cure. This is like Elena being vampire. They'll fix it. I ain't worried. Imma gonna get Jeller babies. Or should I say PLEEEEEEEEEASE give me Jeller babies.

OH MY GOD SHE'S HALLUCINATING ROMAN. Luke Mitchell IS BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am so here for Roman being the crazy voice in Jane/Remi's head.

Sorry Remi. Your super evil terrorist group is canceled. Sorry not sorry girl. Watch Season 1-Season 3 and catch up girl.

Two Sandstorm operatives is more like a club than a terrorist group, but okay Remi. Gotta start somewhere I guess.

It's weird that the cure is re-erasing Remi's memories but also let's re-erase Remi's memories. I ain't a fan.

Damn. Blake is dead? That... was unexpected. Okay so now I'm imagining that Blake and Roman are happy in heaven together. Leave me to my dream.

Kurt is scared... I love you my cupcake.

Wiping her memory and meeting Kurt Weller was the best thing that ever happened to Remi because she's not nice and Jane is awesome. Kudos to Blindspot for reinforcing their central love story while also wreaking absolute havoc on it.

Is Zapata evil now? Is everybody evil now?

Weitz is director. Ugh.

"You can't keep watching me all the time." Girl, he does that when you are totally healthy. Kurt Weller giving Jane fuzzy bunny stares is the show. Seriously, someone show Remi S1-S3.

Haha. She squeezed Kurt too hard to hurt him. What a bitch. Also awesome.

Zapata's smile when she sees Reade on TV. Girl go home.

Rich and Patterson are gonna cure Jane using Santa magic and it's gonna be friggin awesome.

Reciting the wedding video is creepy Remi.

Noooo.... don't break out Mama Shepherd. She be crazier than you Remi and at this point that's saying A LOT. 

[ao3feed-crimeboys]

a symphony for the departed

by Anonymous

800 Pandora Lane.

Two stories of solid oak and crumbling cobblestone reach towards the sky like an omen, tucked away into a small clearing down an old, dusty road, just a little ways into the woods just outside of town. From inside the car, Wilbur can spot potted flowers hanging from the windows just below where faux shutters hang open—the windows themselves stretching nearly floor-to-ceiling in the front of the house, a nice reflective tint warding off any prying neighbors’ eyes. Past the music from the radio and the white noise of his AC, faintly, so faintly, he can make out the sound of birds chirping from the trees outside. Some bathe in the birdbath in the front yard’s garden.

Sure enough, it all checks. This is the place. Already, he can imagine that it will take some getting used to. (At the very least, the place appears to be a pretty omen. He’ll give it that.)

 (OR: Wilbur, home from college for the summer, finds a place to stay in a cabin in the woods. It would seem that he is not the only resident to be seen.)

Words: 3985, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Minecraft (Video Game), Dream SMP - Fandom

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Major Character Death

Categories: Gen

Characters: Wilbur Soot, Sam | Awesamdude, Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), DreamXD, Niki | Nihachu, Cara | CaptainPuffy

Relationships: Niki | Nihachu & Wilbur Soot, Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, Wilbur Soot & DreamXD, Wilbur Soot & Phil Watson, Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & Phil Watson, Wilbur Soot & Technoblade, Clay | Dream & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Sam | Awesamdude & Wilbur Soot, Cara | CaptainPuffy & Wilbur Soot

Additional Tags: Wilbur Soot-centric, Horror, Wilbur Soot and Technoblade are Siblings, Phil Watson is Wilbur Soot and Technoblade's Parent, Complicated Relationships, Wilbur Soot is Not Okay, TommyInnit is Not Okay (Video Blogging RPF), Mystery, Psychological Horror, Edgar Allan Poe References, Missing Persons, Therapy, Disassociation, maybe im not too sure yet, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Horror, Wilbur Soot and TommyInnit are Not Siblings, Cabin Fic, Apparently that's a tag

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/37250953

[gadgetgirl71]

Amazon First Reads December 2020

Well its only 23 days till Christmas Day where has the year gone? What frightening is that this months Amazon First Reads are due for release on 1 January 2021. For me and other Amazon Prime Members it’s time to take our pick of this months Amazon First Reads. So if your an Amazon Prime member don’t forget to get your free First Reads Book.

This months choices are:

Domestic Suspense

Lie, Lie Again by Stacy Wise Pages: 366, Publication Date: 1 January 2021

Synopsis: For three women with so much to hide, there’s no such thing as a little white lie…

All three women who live at 1054 Mockingbird Lane have secrets…and with a body at the bottom of their apartment building’s staircase, those secrets need to stay buried.

Sylvia Webb has a plan. And a potential Mr. Right. He’s sweet, simple, and dependably clueless about what she’s up to. The only thing unpredictable about him is his needy ex-girlfriend, who is this close to shattering Sylvia’s dreams. But Sylvia’s not going to let that happen.

Riki McFarlan has a good career and an amazing boyfriend who wants to settle down. If only she didn’t have feelings for her neighbor—who happens to be her close friend’s husband. With everything going so right, why is Riki flirting with something so wrong, so…dangerous?

Embry Taylor is as devoted to her children as she is to her husband, who’s a bartender by night, an aspiring actor by day. She is his biggest fan. But with his career not taking off and tensions high, even sweet Embry has something she’s desperate to keep hidden.

Lies, secrets, and revenge. For three neighbors with stakes so high, someone is headed for a downfall.

Thriller

Bloodline by Jess Lourey, Pages: 347, Publication Date: 1 January 2021

Synopsis: Perfect town. Perfect homes. Perfect families. It’s enough to drive some women mad…

In a tale inspired by real events, pregnant journalist Joan Harken is cautiously excited to follow her fiancé back to his Minnesota hometown. After spending a childhood on the move and chasing the screams and swirls of news-rich city life, she’s eager to settle down. Lilydale’s motto, “Come Home Forever,” couldn’t be more inviting.

And yet, something is off in the picture-perfect village.

The friendliness borders on intrusive. Joan can’t shake the feeling that every move she makes is being tracked. An archaic organization still seems to hold the town in thrall. So does the sinister secret of a little boy who vanished decades ago. And unless Joan is imagining things, a frighteningly familiar figure from her past is on watch in the shadows.

Her fiancé tells her she’s being paranoid. He might be right. Then again, she might have moved to the deadliest small town on earth.

Suspense

Sweet Water by Cara Reinard, Pages: 363, Publication Date: 1 January 2021

Synopsis: What did her son do in the woods last night? Does a mother really want to know?

It’s what Sarah Ellsworth dreamed of. Marriage to her childhood sweetheart, Martin. Living in a historic mansion in Pennsylvania’s most exclusive borough. And Finn, a teenage son with so much promise. Until…A call for help in the middle of the night leads Sarah and Martin to the woods, where they find Finn, injured, dazed, and weeping near his girlfriend’s dead body. Convinced he’s innocent, Sarah and Martin agree to protect their son at any cost and not report the crime.

But there are things Sarah finds hard to reconcile: a cover-up by Martin’s family that’s so unnervingly cold-blooded. Finn’s lies to the authorities are too comfortable, too proficient, not to arouse her suspicions. Even the secrets of the old house she lives in seem to be connected to the incident. As each troubling event unfolds, Sarah must decide how far she’ll go to save her perfect life.

Book Club Fiction

Confessions of a Bookseller by Elizabeth Green, Pages: 483, Publication Date: 1 January 2021

Synopsis: A heartening and uproariously funny novel of high hopes, bad choices, book love, and one woman’s best—and worst—intentions.

Without question, Fawn Birchill knows that her used bookstore is the heart of West Philadelphia, a cornerstone of culture for a community that, for the past twenty years, has found the quirkiness absolutely charming. When an amicable young indie bookseller invades her block, Fawn is convinced that his cushy couches, impressive selection, coffee bar, and knowledgeable staff are a neighborhood blight. Misguided yet blindly resilient, Fawn readies for battle.

But as she wages her war, Fawn is forced to reflect on a few unavoidable truths: the tribulations of online dating, a strained relationship with her family, and a devoted if not always law-abiding intern—not to mention what to do about a pen pal with whom she hasn’t been entirely honest and the litany of repairs her aging store requires.

Through emails, journal entries, combative online reviews, texts, and tweets, Fawn plans her next move. Now it’s time for her to dig deep and use every trick at her disposal if she’s to reclaim her beloved business—and her life.

Romantic Comedy

<The> Marriage Code by Brooke Burroughs, Pages: 379, Publication Date: 1 January 2021

Synopsis: In Brooke Burroughs’s endearing debut novel set in vibrant India, enemies turned allies encounter obstacles in an unexpected multicultural romance only to discover that in the end, love is love.

Emma has always lived her life according to a plan. But after turning down her boyfriend’s proposal, everything starts to crumble. In an effort to save the one thing she cares about—her job—she must recruit her colleague, Rishi, to be on her development team…only she may or may not have received the position he was promised. (She did.)

Rishi cannot believe that he got passed over for promotion. To make matters worse, not only does his job require him to return home to Bangalore with his nemesis, Emma, but his parents now expect him to choose a bride and get married. So, when Emma makes him an offer—join her team, and she’ll write an algorithm to find him the perfect bride—he reluctantly accepts.

Neither of them expect her marriage code to work so well—or to fall for one another—which leads Emma and Rishi to wonder if leaving fate up to formulas is really an equation for lasting love.

Historical Fiction

A Splendid Ruin by Megan Chance, Pages: 347, Publication Date: 1 January 2021

Synopsis: A mesmerizing novel of dark family secrets and a young woman’s rise and revenge set against the backdrop of the devastating 1906 San Francisco earthquake.

The eve of destruction. After her mother’s death, penniless May Kimble lives a lonely life until an aunt she didn’t know existed summons her to San Francisco. There she’s welcomed into the wealthy Sullivan family and their social circle.

Initially overwhelmed by the opulence of her new life, May soon senses that dark mysteries lurk in the shadows of the Sullivan mansion. Her glamorous cousin often disappears in the night. Her aunt wanders about in a laudanum fog. And a maid keeps hinting that May is in danger. Trapped by betrayal, madness, and murder, May stands to lose everything, including her freedom, at the hands of those she trusts most.

Then, on an early April morning, San Francisco comes tumbling down. Out of the smoldering ruins, May embarks on a harrowing road to reclaim what is hers. This tragic twist of fate, along with the help of an intrepid and charismatic journalist, puts vengeance within May’s reach. But will she take it?

Biographical Fiction

Your Story, My Story by Connie Palmen, Pages: 201, Publication Date: 1 January 2021

Synopsis: From the award-winning author of The Friendship comes a shattering, brilliantly inventive novel based on the volatile true love story of literary icons Sylvia Plath and Ted Hughes.

In 1963 Sylvia Plath took her own life in her London flat. Her death was the culmination of a brief, brilliant life lived in the shadow of clinical depression—a condition exacerbated by her tempestuous relationship with mercurial poet Ted Hughes. The ensuing years saw Plath rise to martyr status while Hughes was cast as the cause of her suicide, his infidelity at the heart of her demise.

For decades, Hughes never bore witness to the truth of their marriage—one buried beneath a mudslide of apocryphal stories, gossip, sensationalism, and myth. Until now.

In this mesmerizing fictional work, Connie Palmen tells his side of the story, previously untold, delivered in Ted Hughes’s own uncompromising voice. A brutal and lyrical confessional, Your Story, My Story paints an indelible picture of their seven-year relationship—the soaring highs and profound lows of star-crossed soul mates bedeviled by their personal demons. It will forever change the way we think about these two literary icons.

Children’s Picture Book

Scooper and Dumper by Lindsay Ward, Pages: 40, Publication Date: 1 January 2021

Synopsis: Introducing two new vehicles who work together no matter what!

The best of friends, Scooper the front loader and Dumper the snowplow take care of their town in all kinds of weather. One day a snowstorm hits, and the big city needs their help to clear the roads. Each of them must be brave in their own way to get the job done.

This wintry adventure spotlights the ideas of individual strengths, teamwork, and friendship in a vehicle buddy story that boys and girls alike will love.

*** Which book will you choose? I have no idea which book I’ll choose as there a couple of books that interest me this month. ***

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Justice & Love; Camren

Aquí les dejo el primer capítulo de esta historia, si les gusta los invito a ir a Wattpad y seguir leyendo.

Link:  https://www.wattpad.com/story/103201949-justice-love-camren

Capitulo 1

POV LAUREN

Estaba guardando sus cosas personales del escritorio en una caja de cartón, ¿Cómo es posible que 2 años y medio de carrera entren en una caja tan pequeña? ¿Cómo mirar a su familia a la cara y decirles “Lo siento mucho, fue un gran compañero, un gran detective y sobre todo un gran amigo” sin romper a llorar como una niña de 10 años?

Mire la placa de acero que estaba en su escritorio que decía “Detective Christian West”. Tenía tan solo 25 años cuando murió, estábamos haciendo el arresto de un sospechoso de un homicidio y violación, el sospechoso se altero, comenzó a disparar y una de esas malditas balas impacto en el lado derecho de la cabeza de Chris, nunca había sentido tanta rabia y dolor cuando vi la cabeza de Chris cubierta de sangre, afortunadamente conseguimos arrestar a el maldito y  se va a refundir en la cárcel.

Termino de guardar sus cosas y cuando iba cerrar la caja veo un papel que sobresale abajo del teclado de su computadora, cuando lo tomo y lo volteo veo que era una foto de nosotros, él estaba pasando su brazo por mis hombros, los dos sonriendo, recuerdo que esa foto nos la tomamos mientras estábamos en la academia, tendríamos 20 años en esa foto.

Sin notarlo siento una lágrima corriendo por mi mejilla.

-Joder Chris, como te extraño- siento pasos tras de mí y rápidamente limpio las lagrimas, respiro profundo y volteo.

-Detective Jauregui, venga por favor a mi oficina, tengo que hablar contigo. Trae las cosas de West, su familia vendrá por sus cosas mañana- me dice el comandante de la división de Crímenes Especiales de Miami, mi jefe directo y mi padre, Michael Jauregui.

-Enseguida Comandante- le respondo, me da una media sonrisa y camina a su despacho. Tomo la caja, dejo la fotografía en mi escritorio que estaba al lado del de Chris y camino detrás del comandante, cuando entro cierro la puerta y dejo la caja en una mesa que está en una esquina.

-Hija, se que estas mal por la muerte de Chris- el rodea su escritorio, se coloca frente a mí y me aprieta el brazo en señal de apoyo -no está mal que llores, puedes desahogarte, tomate unos días, apenas ayer tu mejor amigo y compañero murió en tus brazos- odiaba cuando mi padre se dirigía a mí como “hija” en el trabajo y él lo sabía, por el simple hecho de ser su hija se dijeron muchas de mi cuando entre a la división de Crimeres Especiales, por eso desde que entre aquí soy completamente fría con todos, ahora todos en la estación de policía me conocían como Jauregui “La Chica de Hielo”, con las únicas personas que tengo una amistad en el trabajo es con Dinah Jane la Forense de la estación, Normani Kordei compañera de la unidad, Scott Ward otro compañero de la unidad(que estaba de vacaciones hasta mañana), Verónica Iglesias es la asistente del fiscal y por supuesto con mi compañero difunto Chis.

La división de Crímenes Especiales, es un equipo pequeño, mi padre creo hace años esta división con el fin de priorizar cualquier caso de origen mayor como lo eran violaciones, maltrato infantil, robos y estafas en gran escala, trafico de drogas, asesinatos, entre varios crímenes mas. Todo agente graduado de la Academia de Policía luchaba para entrar a esta división. Solo los primeros lugares en la promoción tenían una oportunidad, pero el puesto no era seguro.

Yo tengo 3 años trabajando en la división, entre con Chris cuando nos graduamos de la Academia. La división estaba compuesta por 4 detectives (Scott, Normani, Chris y yo), la Forense (Dinah) y su equipo de laboratorio y la asistente del fiscal (Vero).

-Comandante, no necesito ningunos días de descanso, lo que necesito es trabajar y meter en la cárcel a cada uno de los mal nacidos que andan asesinando en las calles- me alejo de él y me acerco a la ventana a mirar a la calle- y por favor no me diga “hija”, usted sabe que estamos en horario de trabajo- me volteo a mirarlo, él asiente y vuelve a rodear su escritorio para sentarse en su silla y me hace una señal para que me siente en una de las sillas frente a su escritorio. Camino hasta su escritorio y me siento en la silla

-Como usted diga Jauregui- baja su mirada y empieza a hojear una carpeta y me la entrega, la tomo y antes de que la revise me dice- es todo lo que necesita saber sobre su nueva compañera en la división-

-¿Disculpe?- lo miro incrédula, siento como me empieza a hervir la sangre ¿Cómo que nueva compañera? Sé que iba a pasar, pero no tan pronto. Apenas esta mañana enterramos a Chris- ¿Cómo que nueva compañera?...- dije levantando la voz y levantándome de la silla, antes de seguir hablando él me interrumpe.

-Baje la voz detective, como usted dijo, estamos en el trabajo y espero recuerde que está hablando con su superior- me dice el también molesto levantándose de su silla y mirándome directamente a los ojos. Nos estábamos retando con la mirada.

-Disculpe Comandante- dije respirando fuertemente por la nariz para lograr controlarme- pero no imagine que enviaran a alguien tan rápido- bajo la mirada a la carpeta y la abro, lo primero que veo es su nombre “Detective Karla Camila Cabello Estrabao” y luego veo de donde viene, la división de Estafas Cibernéticas. ¡Genial! Me enviaron a alguien que no tiene la más remota idea que  carajos hacer en una situación peligrosa- Estafas Cibernéticas ¡increíble!- digo para mí misma con ironía, cierro la carpeta y lo vuelvo a mirar a los ojos.

-Si, Estafas Cibernéticas, era la mejor de su división anterior, ¿Algún problema detective? No me diga que porque viene de esa división piensa que no está a la altura suya o de sus compañeros- me mira con reproche ¡Joder! Me siento como una niña cuando mi papá me regañaba porque me metía en problemas con compañeros de la escuela.

-No Comandante, ningún problema- retiro mi mirada de la suya y doy un paso atrás- si no hay mas me retiro Comandante-

-Nada mas Jauregui, la Detective Cabello llegara en una hora- ¿UNA HORA? PERO QUE MIERDA. ¡JODER! Me trago toda la rabia y asiento- infórmele a Kordei de la llegada de su nueva compañera-

-Si señor, yo le informo- salgo de su oficina tratando de todas las formas posibles de contenerme y no tirar la puerta.

Camino como alma que lleva el diablo a mi escritorio tiro la carpeta y me siento en la silla bufando.

-¿Qué paso? ¿Qué te dijo el Jefe?- levanto mi vista a Normani que estaba en su escritorio frente al mío, tuvo que llegar mientras estaba con mi papa. Llevo mis manos a la cara y con el tono más acido posible le contesto.

-En una hora llega nuestra nueva compañera- la miro y ella hace un “oh” con su boca.

-¿Tan pronto? ¿Y quién es?- me dice

-Si- quito las manos de mi cara y me recuesto en el espaldar de la silla- no dejaron ni que se enfriara el cuerpo de Chris- señalo la carpeta –ahí está todo lo que necesitamos saber-.

-Sabíamos que esto iba a pasar- dice haciéndome una mueca de resignación –pero no contábamos que sería tan pronto- dice en un susurro para ella misma, se levanta de su silla, camina a mi escritorio, recoge la carpeta y la abre –veamos quien es la nueva compañera- me mira y empieza a leer en voz alta- Detective Karla Camila Cabello Estrabao, mira una latina como tu- señala y sigue leyendo- viene de Estafas Cibernéticas- hace una mueca -24 años- un año menor que yo -salió de la academia a los 22- igual que yo –la mejor de su promoción ¡genial! Otra cerebrito como tu- se mofa de mi, se ríe y me mira – disculpa, disculpa Lauren, sigo- me dice cuando ve que no me causo gracia su broma –¡Oh Dios! Cerró grandes casos de estafas y era la segunda al mando en su división- dice asombrada.

-Bueno al menos no es una novata que no sabe seguir una investigación, solo espero que sepa cuál será su lugar en esta división- digo mirando fijamente a Normani y me levando de la silla –porque aquí la segunda al mando soy yo- digo recalcando el “yo”. Antes de que Normani me conteste escuchamos una voz y me volteo.

-Tranquila sé muy bien cuál es mi lugar- dice la chica con una sonrisa.

¡Dios! La chica es hermosa, su cabello castaño oscuro casi negro con hondas que llega a su cintura, sus ojos color chocolate (los más bellos que había visto), una nariz perfecta, unos labios gruesos perfectos y la chica tiene un cuerpo de muerte. Es una diosa.

-Soy la Detective Camila Cabello- estira su mano para saludarme, la tomo y la agito levemente. Normani se acerca a mí.

-Detective Lauren Jauregui- digo y Normani le ofrece su mano –Ella es la Detective Normani Kordei- Cabello la toma y le sonríe.

-Es un placer conocerlas y trabajar con ustedes- Normani le sonríe levemente. Yo ignoro completamente su comentario, por muy hermosa que sea eso no me quita que ocupara el lugar de mi mejor amigo, de mi hermano del alma. Señalo el antiguo escritorio de Christian y le contesto.

-Ese es tu escritorio. Me imagino que abajo te dieron tu nueva placa, arma y el teléfono corporativo- ella camina hasta su nuevo escritorio y me contesta.

-Si- me sonríe. ¿Por qué siempre sonríe? No puedo odiarla si siempre esta sonriendo, tiene una sonrisa preciosa –Ya me dieron todo, todos los papeles de mi ingreso están en orden y hable con el Comandante.

-Perfecto- dice Normani alegremente dándome una mirada de reproche, quiere que quite mi cara de “La Chica de Hielo” –Esperamos que te sientas a gusto aquí, debe ser fuerte el cambio de Estafas a Crímenes Especiales- camina a su escritorio de Cabello y le dice como si fuera un secreto –aquí se ven cosas de locos-.

-Yo también espero lo mismo, siempre quise estar en esta unidad por eso me esforcé tanto en Estafas. Cuando me dijeron que había una vacante aquí y me ofrecieron el traslado no lo dude un segundo- dijo con ilusión en sus ojos.

-Si- dije de forma amarga –Vacante que dejo ayer en la mañana nuestro compañero asesinado cumpliendo su deber- por primera vez dejo de sonreír y me miro.

-Yo… yo lo siento mucho- dijo tartamudeando –no sabía que había muerto- se disculpo mirando entre Normani y yo-

-Y no tenias porque saberlo- Mani me dio una mirada de reproche. Bufe y me senté en la silla de mi escritorio para leer unos papeles en mi escritorio –Y gracias, toda la estación lo siente mucho- camino a su respectivo escritorio –pero bueno, instálate tranquila-

-La verdad hoy no traje nada de mis cosas, mejor las traigo mañana- antes de que siguieran hablando sonó el teléfono de mi escritorio.

-Jauregui- dije, hable unos segundos, me levante de mi silla y tome mi chaqueta de cuero del espaldar de mi silla- Kordei, Cabello tenemos un caso- mire a Camila y con una sonrisa irónica le dije –Bienvenida a Crímenes Especiales-.

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  Camila iba en el asiento del copiloto y yo manejando, como ella estaba sustituyendo a Chris ella sería mi compañera directa. Normani iba en su auto, su compañero directo era Scott pero como el se reincorporaba al trabajo mañana, iba sola.

El camino fue en silencio, sentía el nerviosismo de Cabello en todo el viaje. Llegamos a un cine.

-Llegamos- le aviso a Camila y me bajo del auto, empiezo a caminar a un lateral del cine donde veo dos patrullas de policías y la camioneta del forense -¿Qué ha pasado?- le pregunto a uno de los patrulleros.

-Detective, ayer se hizo una denuncia de una adolecente de 16 años desaparecida y por la descripción del informe todo indica que pueda ser la víctima- me dice y sigo caminando al callejón que estaba ahí siendo seguida de Cabello y el patrullero. El me continúa informando –Esta mañana una señora del personal de limpieza del cine saco la basura al contenedor que está aquí en el callejón y encontró el cuerpo de la joven y llamo al 911- termina, asiento y me detengo.

-Oficial ella es el nuevo miembro de la división, Detective Cabello- le señalo a Camila y ella le da una sonrisa y él le mueve la cabeza en forma de saludo y se retira –Vamos Cabello- me dirijo a Camila y camino a donde está el cuerpo.

-Buen día Laur- me saluda Dinah mientras examina el cuerpo de la joven rubia que esta boca abajo con las manos atadas en la espalda. Veo como Camila mira el cuerpo con una mueca de asombro en su cara. Dinah me mira –que linda forma de empezar el día- dice con ironía bajando la mirada al cuerpo y negando con la cabeza.

-Buen día Dinah- contesto –mira, ella es la Detective Cabello, trabajara con nosotros a partir de ahora-

-Es un placer soy la forense Dinah Jane Jansen- se levanta y le sonríe muy amablemente a Camila.

-Igualmente, Camila Cabello- le devuelve la sonrisa.

-Bienvenida a la división mas traumatizante de la zona- dice en broma – y no por los casos, sino por tener que trabajar con esta mujer- me señala – es un dolor en el culo con su cara de ogro- se ríe y Camila lleva una mano a su boca para ocultar su risa.

-Ja… Ja… Ja… muy gracioso Jane, ahora vamos a nuestro trabajo- les digo y en eso llega Normani con una carpeta en la mano -¿Qué es eso Normani?-

-Hola DJ- Normani le giña un ojo a Dinah y me mira –es el informe de la denuncia de ayer, aquí está la foto de la chica desaparecida– le entrega la foto a Dinah.

-¿Es la misma?- le pregunto a Dinah. Ella mira la foto, mira a la víctima y asiente.

-Si, es la misma chica- contesta.

-¿Qué le paso?- pregunta Camila.

-Por las marcas en su cuello, podría decir que murió por asfixia, pero hasta no hacer la autopsia no puedo asegurar nada- mira a Camila y vuelve a bajar la vista a la víctima –fue violada y sodomizada-

-¡Dios!- exclama Camila –era una niña. Volteo a mirarla, ignorando su cara de asombro.

-Llama a los de escena del crimen- le digo a Camila –necesito que revisen las cuerdas y todo el callejón para ver si este fue el lugar de la muerte o solo donde la tiraron- miro a Normani –ve con los padres y llévalos a la estación.

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  Estaba en mi escritorio y Camila llega y me entrega una carpeta.

-Es el informe del forense- me dice y continúa antes de que abra la carpeta –si murió por asfixia, pero esta no era la primera vez que la violaban, tenía heridas antiguas. Dinah dice que pudo estar pasando desde hace más o menos un año.

-Ve con Normani a interrogar a los padres- ella me mira incrédula.

-¿crees que fue su padre?- pregunta.

-Camila, no te sorprendas- la miro a los ojos, me levanto de la silla y me recuesto en mi escritorio cruzando los brazos en mi pecho –en la gran mayoría de los casos cuando la hija entra en la adolescencia y se desarrolla el padre tiende a sentirse atraído, y comienza a volverse sobre protector de una manera anormal. Su madre ayer le dijo al oficial de policía que ella había salido con un chico de su clase a escondida de su padre con la ayuda de ella, su padre estaba furioso. El chico tiene cuartada para la hora del asesinato y testigos que dicen que el llego a su casa a las 4 de la tarde luego de la cita, el dijo que ella al salir del parque con él se fue sola a su casa-

-Que caballeroso- dijo con ironía Camila

-Eso no importa- le  quite importancia –El asunto es que su madre estaba en el trabajo, lo cual ya está confirmado, pero su padre también dijo lo mismo, no hay forma de confirmarlo porque él trabaja por su cuenta y según estaba en su taller solo- tomo la otra carpeta con las fotos de la víctima y se las entrego a Camila –por lo cual él es el principal sospechoso, ve con Normani y presiónalo para ver que nos dice. El maldito sabía lo que hacía, uso protección y todo lo que tenemos es circunstancial y así la asistente del fiscal nunca ganara el caso- ella asiente.

-Está bien- me mira directo a los ojos. ¡Dios! Esos ojos me matan –hare que confiese- me dice con confianza-

-Eso espero Cabello- le sonrió por primera vez en el día y no se por que lo hice, pero me encanto su confianza –llamare a la abogada para que venga- ella me devuelve la sonrisa y va a la sala de interrogatorios y saca su teléfono me imagino que para llamar a Normani.

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 -La nueva es buena- me dice Verónica mirando a través del cristal que nos separa de la sala de interrogatorios. Es cierto Camila lo estaba haciendo muy bien, la verdad me impresiono, ella y Normani acababan de hacer que el padre confesara que él había violado a su hija durante un año y que la mato alegando “Ella era mi niña, y no tenía que estar con ningún chico, solamente yo la podía tocar, ella lo sabía, era solamente mía”, ahora el estaba escribiendo su confesión.  Bastardo, eso era lo que era. Vero se voltea y me mira -¿Cómo vas con lo de Chris?- me aprieta un poco el brazo.

-Voy, que es lo importante- la miro y le sonrió. Vero siempre ha sido una muy buena amiga –y si, la nueva es buena, no te voy a negar, cuando llegue esta mañana estaba furiosa, pero en el trascurso del día me demostró que sabe lo que hace y que por venir de estafas no es una novata- Vero se ríe  –¿de qué te ríes?-

-La chica es linda- sigue riendo –te conozco, te tiene deslumbrada su carita bonita y su trasero- me mira y levanta las cejas de modo divertido.

-Cállate- le digo en un regaño entre dientes para que nadie nos oiga –si, es linda pero hasta ahí-

-¡Oh por Dios!- exclama –¿me vas a decir que no le has visto el trasero en todo el día?-

-Si, si lo vi, no estoy ciega, pero ya basta, eso no es profesional Verónica- ella se ríe. Claro que le había visto el trasero, era ¡Oh Dios! Esta mujer va a acabar conmigo.

-Laur, Laur, lo que te hace falta para quitarte esa cara de ogro que tienes es un buen revolcón- abro los ojos y miro a los lados.

-Por mi madre, ¿te quieres callar? Estamos en el trabajo. Además, ¿quién te dijo que necesito un revolcón?- pregunto.

-A ver Lauren Michelle, toda esa tensión que tienes es por falta de sexo. No entiendo por que no te llevaste a la cama a la chica del bar el sábado- me mira y niega.

-No estoy falta de sexo- me acerco a ella y le susurro con una sonrisa –a esa chica del bar si me la lleve a la cama- me mira con asombro –pero yo si soy discreta, no como tú y Lucy que se estaban comiendo la una a la otra que ni se dieron cuenta cuando la chica y yo salimos del bar- ella empieza a reír y mira al techo.

-¿Por qué voy a estar pendiente de ti cuando puedo besar a mi novia?- yo me rio y asiento.

-Tienes razón- le digo

En eso salen Normani y Camila de la sala de interrogatorios. Mani le pasa la confesión a Vero.

-Abogada- saluda con una sonrisa Normani –Ella es Camila “Saca confesiones” Cabello- señala a Camila y ríe-

-Es un gusto “Saca confesiones” Cabello- se dan la mano –eres bastante buena, se lo estaba comentando a Laur- me mira y asiento con una sonrisa orgullosa a Camila –Soy Verónica Iglesias, pero con lo que acabas de hacer llamarme Vero, me acabas de ahorrar un juicio muy tedioso- le giña un ojo.

-El gusto es mío Vero- le sonríe Camila –solo hice mi trabajo lo mejor que pude- me sonríe y veo que esta sonrojada. Joder se ve aun más bella así. Vero me da un leve empujón para salir de mi trance.

-Lo hiciste muy bien Camila, no seas modesta- le digo a Camila, ella me sonríe.

-Bueno, bueno… ya son las 6 de la tarde- dice en voz alta Vero –Vamos al bar de Ally a celebrar-

-¡Uy si!- Dice Normani – me anoto, voy a llamar a Dinah para ver si nos quiere acompañar- sale del la habitación con el teléfono en la mano.

-¡Perfecto!- exclama Vero –yo llamare a Lucy, nos vemos allá chicas- nos giña un ojo y sale de ahí meneando las caderas como si fuera una modelo, yo pongo los ojos en blanco con una sonrisa y miro a Camila.

-¿Vienes con nosotras? Será divertido- le pregunto.

-No quisiera incomodar, se ve que todas ustedes son buenas amigas- contesta.

-Lo somos- la miro –no vas a incomodar, a todas le caes muy bien, creo que Mani te hará un altar- rio –siempre hay lugar para alguien más en el grupo-

-Está bien, voy con ustedes- me da una leve sonrisa y empieza a caminar para salir de la habitación pero la detengo llamándola.

-Camila… -Ella se detiene y voltea para mirarme –mmm… ¿sabes? Yo… yo quería disculparme contigo- digo algo nerviosa.

-¿Disculparte?- me mira con confusión - ¿Por qué?- pregunta.

-Es que esta mañana y bueno, la mayor parte del día me comporte muy borde contigo, no quiero que pienses que me caes mal o algo por el estilo- desvió la mirada al suelo y la vuelvo a ver.

-Está todo bien- me sonríe –me imagino que debe ser muy difícil para ti, perder tan solo ayer a tu compañero y al otro día tener una intrusa-

-Si es difícil, pero no eres una intrusa, no quiero que te sientas así- me acerco a ella –hoy demostraste que eres una gran profesional y que mereces ese puesto, te lo ganaste- le sonrió.

-Muchas gracias- dice –pero ahora mejor vamos a ese bar de Ally-

-Si, vamos- le digo –tienes que conocer a Ally, es un pan de Dios, le caerás muy bien- salimos de la habitación.

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 POV CAMILA.

Llego a la dirección que Lauren me dio, estaciono mi auto frente al bar y me bajo del auto. Bloqueo el auto y camino al bar, por fuera es bastante bonito. Cuando entro veo que es un lugar bastante cómodo tienes varias mesas, la barra, un mini escenario y la música ni tan alta ni tan baja, perfecto para hablar y pasar un buen rato.

Veo a Normani, Dinah, Vero  y Lauren en una mesa. ¡Dios! Lauren, no puedo creer que una chica sea tan bella, su cabello negro largo algo desordenado, su nariz perfecta, una boca que me comería sin dudarlo y sus ojos, sus ojos son increíbles, cuando llegue a la estación y me presente con ella eran de un color verde oscuro, pero me di cuenta que cambiaban de color, cuando se disculpo conmigo hace rato eran de un verde esmeralda precioso. Es una mujer increíble, su presencia impone y eso me encanta, su presencia de chica mala con su chaqueta de cuero.

Dinah me ve y hace una seña para que me acerque a ellas –Hola chica, ¿que tal tu día con este par?- pregunta señalando a Lauren y a Normani.

-Estuvo bastante bien- contesto con una sonrisa y me siento con ellas.

-Ja, Dinah- dice Vero mirando a Dinah –la hubieras visto en el interrogatorio, ¡Dios! Le saco todo al desgraciado- me mira y se ríe –no envidio ni un poquito al pobre novio de esta chica- vuelve a reír junto con Mani y Dinah, Lauren me mira seria.

-Novia, en realidad- la corrijo –espero no les importe- digo dando una sonrisa de lado.

-¿importar?- pregunta Normani –si Dinah y yo somos las que tenemos que preguntar si no les importa que nosotras seamos hetero- se ríe fuerte junto con Dinah y esta asiente –estas dos- señala a Verónica y a Lauren –juegan para tu equipo- Vero me giña un ojo y yo me rio.

-Mi vida, pero lo siento por ti- me dice Verónica y yo levanto una ceja riendo –yo estoy ocupada y si no quiero terminar en la mesa de Dinah no te hagas ilusiones conmigo- yo rio fuerte.

-Tranquila- le digo parando de reír –no eres mi tipo- le giño un ojo.

-Toma eso Iglesias- ríe Lauren en su cara –directo a tu ego-

-Cállate Jauregay- contesta Verónica –sabes que soy irresistible- antes de que Lauren le conteste Dinah dice.

-Pero aquí nuestra Lau si esta mas que disponible- me mira y luego mira a Lauren –y no me vas a decir que ella no es tu tipo, porque ella es el tipo de cualquiera- miro a Lauren y ella también me está mirando –es más si yo no fuera hetero te metería en mi cama Jauregui- dice Dinah mirando a Lauren.

-Cuando quieras- le contesta Lauren riendo.

De repente llega una chica bajita rubia con una sonrisa gigante.

-Bueno, y ¿qué quieren mis chicas favoritas?- pregunta.

-Ally- dice Lauren –te presento a Camila Cabello la nueva Detective de la división- la chica Ally se acerca a mí y antes de que yo de mi mano ella abraza.

-Es un gusto linda, no sé cómo hacen ustedes para trabajar en eso, es horrible su trabajo con tantos muertos. Soy Ally Brooke, la dueña del bar- me dice con una sonrisa.

-El gusto es mío- contesto –

-Yo juraba que venias con Lauren, hacen linda pareja- cuando Ally termina de decir eso toda la mesa menos Lauren y yo estalla en risas -¿de qué se ríen pequeñas bribonas?-.

-La única pequeña eres tu enana- dice Dinah entre risas.

-Es que justo le decíamos a Camila que Lauren está disponible para la acción-le dice Normani a Ally.

-¿Se puede saber por qué ustedes me andan vendiendo a cualquiera?- pregunta Lauren con un tono de broma.

-¡Ohh! ¿Escuchaste eso Camila? Te dijo “Cualquiera”- dice riendo Dinah

-Eh, eh… que yo no dije eso- dice Lauren señalando a Dinah.

-Tranquila, tranquila- digo riendo –ustedes son tremendas-.

-No has visto nada- me dice Ally y me giña un ojo –entonces, ¿Qué quieren pedir?-

-¿Cerveza?- nos pregunta Vero a todas y asentimos –6 cervezas Ally, ya Lucy debe estar por llegar. Oh, ya llego- dice señalando a una chica castaña muy linda que viene entrando al local.

-Buenas noches chicas- saluda la tal Lucy a todas –Hola amor- dice Lucy a Vero y se dan un beso en los labios y Lucy se sienta a su lado- todas le contestan con un “Hola”.

-Cariño, ella es la nueva compañera de Normani, Lauren y Scott- dice Verónica señalándome.

-Soy Camila Cabello- le estiro mi mano con una sonrisa y ella me devuelve la mano y me da la mano.

-Lucy Vives, un gusto- dice.

Pasamos casi dos horas hablando entre nosotras, todas son muy agradables, Dinah y Verónica son puras bromas y las demás lo que hacemos es reír de sus locuras. Lucy es Médico Cirujano en el Hospital de Miami. Ally se unió a nosotras al rato de que Lucy llego. Les conté un poco sobre mí, soy la nueva del grupo y es obvio que quieran saber algo más de mi. Casi a las 9 de la noche nos despedimos y salimos del local, Lucy y Vero se fueron juntas en el auto de Vero, Dinah se fue con Normani porque su auto estaba en el taller.

Me monto en mi auto y cuando coloco la llave el auto no quiere encender ¡No puede ser! Miro al techo del auto.

-Solamente a mi me pasa esto- coloco la cabeza en el volante y doy un brinco cuando escucho que tocan la ventada. Volteo y veo a Lauren que me sonríe, abro la puerta y bajo.

-Hola- me dice -¿problemas con tu auto?- pregunta.

-Si- hago un puchero –no quiere encender, no sé qué paso-

-Bueno- ella se ríe nerviosa y coloca las manos en los bolsillos de su chaqueta. Se ve tan linda así –no sé mucho de reparar autos y no creo que la noche de un martes encontremos un mecánico ¿quieres que te lleve? Y mañana le decimos a una grua que lleve tu auto a la estación, seguro el mecánico nos hace el favor de revisarlo-

-Muchas gracias, puedo tomar un taxi, no quiero causarte ninguna molestia- le digo mordiéndome el labio inferior, ella me mira unos segundos, me estaba mirando la boca ¡Dios! ¿Será que le atraigo? Mi corazón va a mil por hora.

-No sería ninguna molestia- mueve la cabeza a un lado señalando su auto que esta a dos autos del mío –no te voy a llevar cargada- reímos.

-Está bien, muchas gracias- le digo.

-Deja de dar las gracias, no es nada-

Caminamos hasta su auto, lo desbloquea y me monto en el lado del copiloto y le digo mi dirección de mi apartamento.

-¿Vives ahí?- pregunta asombrada y yo asiento –yo también vivo en ese edificio ¿desde cuándo vives ahí?-

-Wao, que coincidencia- le digo, y si, que hermosa coincidencia, mi compañera sexy es mi vecina ¡Gracias Dios! –me mude hace poco menos de un mes, estoy en el 6to piso-

-Que increíble- dice para sí misma con una sonrisa –yo estoy en el 8vo.

El camino fue en silencio, pero no en un silencio incomodo, es algo agradable, de vez en cuando la miraba conduciendo, se ve increíblemente sexy tan concentrada en la carretera, cuando quitaba mi vista de ella sentía como ella me miraba. Ahora si estoy segura, le parezco atractiva, al menos no es completamente indiferente.

Cuando llegamos bajamos del auto ella bloqueo el auto y caminamos al ascensor del sótano, ella marco el piso 6 y el 8. Cuando llegamos a mi piso ella coloco su mano en la puerta del ascensor para que no se cerrara.

-Bueno Camila, sana y salva en tu casa- dice dándome una sonrisa hermosa y sexy, ella sabe lo que esa sonrisa causa en las personas y sabe utilizarla-

-Gracias por traerme, de verdad, si algún día necesitas algo estoy en el apartamento 32- me acerco y le doy un beso en la mejilla, ella quedo petrificada mirándome cuando me aleje y fue mi turno de sonreír-

-Espero necesitar algo algún día- dice picara y ríe.

-Yo igual- digo saliendo del ascensor. Escucho como ella se rie, volteo y le digo adiós con la mano, le giño el ojo y ella me devuelve el giño.

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  Salí de la ducha, tome la toalla y me envolví en ella, salgo del baño de mi cuarto y me dirijo al armario, saco la ropa interior y una pijama, seco mi cuerpo, me aplico las cremas que tengo en la peinadora y me visto, seco mi cabello con el secador y me acuesto en la cama. Desde que baje de ese ascensor no paraba de pensar en Lauren, ese jugueteo del ascensor me confirma que si le llamo la atención, al menos. Ella es increíble, es profesional, su carácter aunque a muchas personas les podría molestar a mi me encanta, cuando tiene que ser seria, lo es, pero como por ejemplo en el bar fue tan despreocupada y risueña, se nota que quiere mucho a sus amigas.

-Lauren Jauregui, ¿Cómo puedes llamar tanto mi atención?- digo al aire con una sonrisa en mi boca.

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 POV LAUREN.

11:25pm y no logro dejar de pensar en Camila.

Esa mujer definitivamente será mi perdición, nunca en mi vida sentí tanta atracción por alguien. Esta noche me di cuenta que estaba enamorada de su risa, es perfecta, cada vez que ella reía me quedaba como idiota mirándola, mas de una vez Vero tuvo que patearme bajo la mesa para que dejara de mirarla, solo espero que Camila no se diera cuenta ¡que vergüenza! Pensaría que soy una acosadora. Cuando me beso en la mejilla en el ascensor sentí como me ardía la mejilla, quería tomarla y arrinconarla en ese ascensor y comerle la boca, darle el beso que tanto quiero desde que estaba en el bar, ¡Dios! Las cervezas del bar no me dieron tanto coraje como para hacerlo, aunque ganas no me faltaron, pero no, no lo puedo hacer, no quiero que crea que soy de esas chicas que la quieren para solo una noche, lo he hecho con otras mujeres pero Camila no lo merece, ella se ve que es especial, es una buena chicas, adora a su familia, ama su trabajo y se ha esforzado por llegar a donde está ahora. Definitivamente si algún dia llego a tener algo con ella no sería solo para una noche.

Solamente tengo algo seguro.

-Camila Cabello, me gustas y voy a conquistarte- dije.

[sadlyescapismatitsfinest]

Wondertrev Playlist + Explaination

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A/N: I put a lot of time into it and I hope you can feel how I do about the pain and love both Diana and Steve felt. It includes the beginning, middle, end, and post of the movie. Also it has the point of view (POV) of the song. Side note, I am totally up for writing a fic on any of these if you ask. 

Beginning 

Electric Love by BØRNS ft. Zella Day

Both POV: The song is really light hearted and fresh like how pure their feeling were when they first met. 

Fine By Me by Andy Grammar

Steve’s POV: The way Steve speaks he seems to not be that in touch with his feeling and emotions like any man in those times. Also, in the beginning of the movie their whole dynamic is very sweet and hasn’t turned into love yet but he doesn’t want her to leave, he never did.

The Only Exception by Paramore (Covered by Sam Tsui)

Steve’s POV: Guessing from what was said in the movie, Steve came from a family that had it’s struggles and I felt that he had a hard time connecting with other women due to his job and maybe parents. But he belived in Diana that she could save humanity, something he didn’t have faith in anymore. 

Need the Sun to Break by James Bay

Steve’s POV: The song brings a beautiful element of waking up a part of person relating to Steve who has been worn from the battle and people but Diana makes him feel.

Middle

The One by Kodaline

Both POV: What this song says is how they know their person is the one and it’s a beautiful piece that I think perfectly captures their relationship.

Tell Me It’s Real by Seafret

Steve’s POV: This song could mean many things but for the most part it was like Steve being so hypnotized by Diana and his love for her it was almost hard to believe that it was real.

Don’t Wanna Wake Up by The Score

Both POV: This is about the scene after they dance with each other, they talk about having a domestic life and I like to think they had a bit of that the morning after they kiss and stuff ;)

Weak When Ur Around by Blackbear

Steve’s POV: It’s no secret that Diana is Steve’s Achilles heel so this song matches up when she walks in to the room and he’s trying to seduce Dr. Poison but he can’t because all he’s thinking of is Diana.  

End

I Found by Amber Run

Both POV: The song is no doubt beautiful and the perfect mood to the end of the song which is very somber and heartbreaking. ‘I found love where it wasn’t supposed to be, right in front of me… how much to give and how much to take…’ 

All We Have Is Love by Sabrina Carpenter

Diana’s POV: This song perfect capture’s the message of the ending of the movie, yes it’s a bit happier than the ending but it still parallel’s to how Diana feels. 

You Are My Sunshine by Johnny Cash (Covered by Jasmine Thompson)

Diana’s POV: The way this song is sung is more mournful as the end of the movie kind of not coming to terms with Steve’s death but also intwined with the lesson she learned from him.

Make You Stay by The Girl and the Dreamcatcher

Diana’s POV: This is sort of about in denial that she feels when he dies and the pleading of wanting him to stay with her instead of running to the plane. 

Stay by Zed ft. Alessia Cara

Post

All I Want by Kodaline

Diana’s POV: She’s wishing she could have Steve back and so grief written that she sort of blames him ‘If you loved me, why’d you leave me?’ and all she wants is to ‘…hear you knocking on my door.’

Oceans by Seafret

Both POV: The song speaks about how far apart they are from each other even though they really want to be with each other. 

How to Save a Life by The Fray (Covered MAX and Tyler Ward)

Charlie’s POV: Totally different but I imagine Charlie not knowing what to do because he couldn’t save Steve and he feels that pain and the pain Diana feels. 

Just My Soul Responding by Amber Run

Steve’s POV: This would be the guilt Steve feels even after death, he feels responsible for Diana hurting and worried about how she feels. ‘…I found new ways to hurt you… wanna be here when times are hard.’

Hurts Like Hell by Fleurie 

Diana’s POV: This would be on the off days when Diana just remembers all the pain and love she felt for Steve.

Gone by Ioanna Gika

Diana’s POV: This song is very different, referring to how war destroys and basically saying she didnt just lose a love but others lost a brother and son. 

Somewhere Only We Know by Keane (Covered by MAX and Liz Gillies)

Both POV: What I imagine is Diana speaking to a dead Steve who can’t communicate back except follow along. She is basically saying that over time everything she has of his is lost and she needs to go somewhere only they know.