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babacontainsmultitudes · 2 years

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♫ you dont have to answer this especially if you already have a ton but lllllllincoln li-wilson,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, i am a simple man

SORRY I TOOK SO LONG TO GET TO THIS I WANTED TO BE REASONABLY THOROUGH (AND YES I DO HAVE TO ANSWER THIS ACTUALLY!!!)

*breathes* heh. This might be a tad long, so let's go to my super secret Lincoln Li Wilson fan club under the cut

-oh right, the password! No problem it's

SAY HI TO YOUR DAD FOR MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

HEH. WELCOME TO THE COOLEST CLUB IN THE FANDOM, POPULATION YOU AND ME.

okokokokokok so so so so well I guess what I realized is that, while I have many songs for this boy- err technically a lot of them are in a shippy sorta context?? But I don't wanna, well, I don't wanna hit you with anything that is too, like, "ship-dependent" cause I don't know what you do or don't ship!

*That said*- my fucking gothcleats playlist dude? I'm handing it to you anyways cause I have FEELINGS about every single one of these fucking songs and imo honestly you can interpret most of them in a completely non romantic context anyways also also almost all of them are from Linc's perspective for me so I think you'd genuinely still appreciate at least some of these. All *that* said, I will be picking a few from this playlist to talk about that really aren't that romance-coded if at all buuuut are gonna be about Scary to some degree.

Oh- my swiftli playlist you ask??? IT'S SO FUCKING STUPID DUDE. It's so dumb like it's so silly like it's almost purely vibes and the vibes are really really dumb but yesss I'm handing you this one as well I'm not saying the songs don't slap but they're still very stupiddddd.

OK on to some fucking songs yeah???? So I guess the first one I'll start with is:

"Angel With A Shotgun" by The Cab

Which, okay, before I even get to the lyrics like come ON am I wrong for thinking that even just that fucking name is the most Lincoln Li Wilson thing in the whole god damn world??

But yeah, I mean lyrically really this one has a lot going for it as a Lincoln song, but to point out a few particular lyrics that stand out to me:

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If love's a fight, then I shall die With my heart on a trigger

They say before you start a war You better know what you're fighting for

If love is what you need, a soldier I will be

I'm an angel with a shotgun, fighting 'til the war's won I don't care if heaven won't take me back I'll throw away my faith, babe, just to keep you safe

Sometimes to win, you've got to sin Don't mean I'm not a believer

And I'm gonna hide, hide, hide my wings tonight

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😤 This one really gives me extra feels after the last episode, I gotta say! :0 As far as like pure imagery goes I think some strange combination of an angel and a soldier is just *so* Lincoln. There's just these really interesting themes with Lincoln of like, devotion, and sacrifice, and perseverance, and making tough decisions! Especially to help those around you! This song really just captures that for me.

Okay, next!

"Hit The Floor" by Linkin Park (more like Lincoln Park am I right sorry sorry)

Right right, where to start with this one... This one captures two primary concepts for me. It's partially, like, confrontation between Linc and Scary, from his perspective. But actually, I think you could also interpret some of these as relating to his frustrations with Grant as well! Otherwise, I like this one cause I think it captures Linc's ability to like, totally turn the tables and flip the switch when you least expect it? Seriously, that boy is quick on his feet (heh soccer heh), and always has a trick up his sleeve. Here's a few lyrics:

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One minute, you're on top! The next you're not, missed your shot You think you won, and then it's all gone

So many people like me put so much trust in all your lies So concerned with what you think to just say what we feel inside So many people like me walk on eggshells all day long All I know is that all I want is to feel like I'm not stepped on

What goes up will surely fall, and I'm countin' down the time 'Cause I've had so many stand-offs with you, it's about as much as I can stand So I'm waitin' until the upper hand is mine

I know I'll never trust a single thing you say You knew your lies would divide us, but you lied anyway And all the lies have got you floating up above us all But what goes up has got to fall

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I guess Mike Shinoda is just *the* Linc artist for me, cause this next one is from him as well!

"Believe Me" by Fort Minor

:0 Also about Linc's confrontations with Scary, but with a different flavor! Here I think it's more retrospective, at least in part, in reference to how Linc used to look up to Scary in some sense, and trusted her and all that. Otherwise, there's obviously some narrative parallels going on between these two, particularly with regards to the evolution of their mental/emotional states, which I think some of these lines nod to as well:

...Yeah it's really basically the entire song for this one ahahaha what can I say it's good shit

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You like fun and games? Keep playing 'em I'm just saying, think back then, we was like one and the same On the right track, but I was on the wrong train Just like that, now you gotta face the pain And the devil's got a fresh new place to play And in your brain, like a maze you can never escape the rain Every damn day is the same shade of grey

Hey, I used to have a little bit of plan Used to have a concept of where I stand But that concept slipped right out of my hand Now, I don't really even know who I am Yo, what do I have to say? Maybe I should do what I have to do to break free And whatever happens to you, we'll see But it's not gonna happen with me

I guess that this is where we've come to If you don't want to, then you don't have to believe me But I won't be there when you go down Just so you know now, you're on your own now, believe me

Back then, I thought you were just like me Somebody who could see all the pain I see But you proved to me unintentionally That you would self destruct eventually Now I'll be thinking like the mistake I made doesn't hurt But it's not gonna work 'cause it's really much worse Than I thought, I wished you were something you were not And now this guilt is really all that I got

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ALRIGHT. Let me leave you with one that's just for Linc. I won't bother with specific lyrics for this one, this song slaps (I think!), you gotta give it a listen.

"Galvanize" by The Chemical Brothers

Linc calls the shots in this fucking podcast, you know this, I know this. That's what this one is about.

#“Lincoln Park” is very funny actually I should have doubled down on that #I hope you end up liking some of these!!!#IT WAS A PLEASURE BTW #SORRY I TOOK SO LONG #BUT EVEN IF I HAD A MILLION I STILL WOULDA DONE IT #EVERY LINC NEEDS A TAYLOR AFTER ALL #HEH #lincoln li wilson #dndads #dndads playlist #dungeons and daddies #feymarche #gothcleats #swiftli #scary marlowe #taylor swift #not that one #Countless yours is next I swear!!!

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finnfhone · 1 year

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S2 EP36 LIVEBLOG - DNDADS SPOILERS

It is sooooo long like. So long

-THIS FUJKIN INTRO

-god they're all so dumb

-terry Jr has a gun . Watch out

-glenn close 🤝 taylor Swift

-Heart of gold and a pirate smile (chip coded... oops wrong podcast)

-😧

-Lincoln wears contacts??? Huh wha???

-oh God oh ew OH GOD OH EW

-so many last names why I love it

-Preteen drinking NORMAL 👀

-NOT THE BUCH

-rip normal the first time he saw the doodler was the cambucha

-terry marlowe--- oh yeah terry marlowe

-HI DAD

-take my money Anthony

-🙀

-its startinggg

-go on without me" LINCOOOLN

-roll off battle music rn

-NAT20 waaargh

-'a cool part of the narrative bullet' how silly.

-lot of B Words. They already went to hell it's fine

-jfc I missed them

-dude holy fucking shit dungeons and dragons beyond

-I ACCIDENTALLY WENT BACK TO THE BEGINNING

-🙂 im normal

-OH SHIT WHAT what what what

-"my boys... and Terry"

-is terry jr going to die cuz if so I will cry so much I'll dry up like a raisin

-3 nat 20s, 17min in

-dude why is Terry doing this :0

-Hermie is going to... sulk--- SKDHDBEN

-"stop using guns to solve things" lookin at you us government

-one. Single yellow flower. SOMEONE DRAW THIS OR I WILL

-oH great hEAvens

-😱🙀

-HE is making me.. who tf is he

-haha I don't get these references

-dude this podcast is so real . Appreciate

-oh Terry doesn't have a stepdad.. but scary does

-terry jr discovered polyamory

-BETH NO

-ad break... grab a snack...

-WILLY /NEG

-Normal is Not Strong

-Terry opens the pickle jars <3

-dispell

-Terry and Scary both love astronomy cuz I said so

-oh no terry sad face ☹️

-OH GOSH. HERMIE WAS PROJECTING ONTO NORMAL. HERMIE NEEDS

-oakworthy real

-oh lord the black parade be coming

-i forgot they were wearing red bull suits

-mmm pizza cutters? Why is this a theme

-whoever divorced first is a loser! Ready, fight!

-theyre literally in sync im screaming

-oh shit they want Scary but she's not home rn

-Taylor is a genius (lying?)

-IM SCREAMING IM DYING IM CHOKING ON TEARS

-Hermie SHAPESHIFT Hermie SHAPESHIFT

-hes depressed so it'll work (I'm crying)

-"but they'll climb up again!" I love you Linc <3

-Terry is not good at this... run bitch ruuun

-is Hermie gonna be a scamster again?

-oh shit they failed

-kersploosh !!

-"hey boys" the silly silly little guy

-its not up to Anthony! (lying?)

-Taylor is a loser I love him so much

-just had a ship idea that would never work. Swiftligoth

-LINK WHAT KID DOES THIS. EXCUSE ME

-ooo poem

-⚠️scary sadness alert (may cry)⚠️

-AH.

-oh nosies tERry Jr ;;(

-hip hip! Aw. Hip hip! Aw.

-oh gosh what is Terry doing

-dont do this to us man dont you fucking dare

-DONT DO THIS TO US MAN DONT YOU

-OH. NO. NO. NO. NO.

-NOOOO WHAT NOOO NOO NO GRANT????!!!!?! OH GOD WHAT THE FUCK OH JO JESUS FUCKING CHRIST WHAT

#dndads #dndads s2 #dndads spoilers #long post

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burned-lariat · 2 years

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Hi, ChaLynn stan checking in to cheer you up

I peeped yesterday's show. Painful shit, I know. These garbage plots stinks. It angers me the writers are minimizing Chase's cop instincts, ignoring both his observations of Lincs treatment of both BLQ and Blaze for plot purposes. Who in their right believes Blqthink of how all this will magically reap sweet ChayLynn rewards in another few months. (I'm giddy with excitement 😬 seee?)

Brook Lynn Quartermaine will NOT sign that nda contract. She signs the nda and its GAME OVER. If she values her self respect (questionable atm) and keeping Chase in her life that nda won't mean much if she doesn't sign it. Dont give Linc another W. Her pride and fear is getting in the way again. Imma give her this one benefit of the doubt this time only. If Chase knew about the nda, Linc would be a dead duck.

These writers I swear...smh. I like Blaze, but if she shoots her shot with "detective" (again questionable atm) Chase, I won't be mad at all. Girls no fighting please.

Blaze is BLQs placeholder with the singing voice. They look similar in profiles. She is living out BLQs wildest dreams singing w/ Chase, the love of BLQ's life. What Blaze said to Chase about him reminding of her passion for music when they sing together, she didn't want him to leave cause she feels safe around him, still stuck in a contract with Linc, that's BLQ. Blaze is verbalizing what BLQ isn't saying to Chase. Some detective he is. Hahaha. Silly concept.

How is Chase to know how BLQ feels when he can't wait to move on with his life without her. (liar liar pants on fire) Boy has it bad for her, can't ya tell. Lol

BLQ is in deep (awww). I haven't seen that look of despair on her face since she had to give back Bailey Lou. Yes, losing Chase is right up there. They were a little family unit at one time.. times that pain x10. It will get worse before for her tho. I can't wait for ChaLynn's official ILY. eeek!

🥰 Shoot I'm waiting on Sprina too, lucky me. Im not sure what happens in a couple if months from now cause I don't read spoilers. If this miserable mushball wants happiness, she's gonna have to fight for it. BLQ lost her voice once, she can't let Linc take it away from her again. This year's Nurses Ball will be the first since Nelle attacked her. I don't believe those emotional wounds have healed since then.

She's watching the love of her life slip away from her. We should be enjoying this "journey" that their on, no matter the cheese factor. We already know how Chase feels about BLQ, were waiting for her to catch up with him. (run BLQ run)

Endgame. Endgame. Endgame!

Update: I'm presently working on my one shot fic for you guys. Im rusty but ChayLynn is motivation. This is catharsis for me till we get over this slump. Hang in there.

Stay tuned. ❤

Yeah, the dumbing down of Chase and upping the selfishness of BLQ isn't working for anyone. Idk how the writers could think it does.

I have yet to see yesterday's episode, but I know that Chalynn was not one of the highlights, so I dread that viewing experience. I thought BLQ already agreed to sign the NDA, or she already did sign it, but is that not the case? If so, I hope she doesn't sign that crap. The serial sexual harassment is something that he can absolutely be nailed for.

I like Blaze a lot, and I think she has great chem with Chase. I absolutely wouldn't mind them having a fling or a genuine relationship (and it won't last too long since Blaze likely isn't going to stay).

I feel like Chase is still too angry at BLQ for what she did to come down and realize he still loves her, and while I'm glad there is a lasting consequence, I'm still not okay with BLQ getting worse treatment than Millow when Millow also wronged Chase brutally.

I wish we had a new Bailey Lou story, that or we fast-forward to them being back tovefht and saying their "I Love Yous." I want to enjoy the journey, but we've waited for years, and once we got what we wanted, it got taken away from us immediately. At this rate, I want shortcuts and proper redemption. If they're meant to be "long-term," the show should act like it.

And that's amazing! I can't wait to read it (and I will share any related links for it)! I'm glad it's working as catharsis. And thank you for the cheering up, it's always appreciated ❤️

#general hospital #asks - gh

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abbyscript · 5 years

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Our Beginning (Abby and Flagg seducing Lincoln Loud)

Yes, you totally read that correctly. Smoking hot writer babes fucking Lincoln’s brains out. :3

See how excited he is~?

I put some fun facts at the bottom. Enjoy~

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13282706/1/Our-Beginning

Disclaimer: The Loud House Copyright Nickelodeon (2019)

OUR BEGINNING

Lincoln Loud was squirming atop a bed. He was sitting on his legs and dressed in only his cotton briefs. His hands were fisted in pure white bedsheets.

He was nervously sweating as the door slowly creaked open. The breath left his body when a long slender leg stepped into the room, a black heel coming to rest upon the floor. A wide hip swung into view, followed by a lacy black thong pulled tightly over her core, and then her other leg stepped inside.

Lincoln gulped as her piercing eyes found him, and a lazy smirk grew on her face.

"Mmm~ what have we here?"

Her hips swung side to side, each movement shaking his body like an electric pulse; his eyes mesmerized by her creamy thighs.

His gaze roamed over her flat stomach and up to her braless breasts, her nipples covered in black pasties. They were so full and yummy looking, dangling like pendulums with every step she took closer to his paralyzed body. Her arms hung lazily with her relaxed shoulders. Her neck was smooth and slender right up to her pointed chin.

Her lips were still smirking, glossy and with devious intentions. Her nose was perfect. Not a single freckle on her cheeks. Her walk was measured and even.

And her gorgeous raven hair fell down her shoulders in wavy curls.

When she put her knee on the edge of the mattress her torso arched toward him, her whole body curling toward him like a predator stalking its prey. She swung her other knee onto the bed and pushed her curvaceous breasts against his quivering lap.

Her sinful tongue darted out to lick her lips, and her hazy, lidded eyes blinked at him slowly. She laid a hand on his thigh as she slid into place right beside him. She kept on knee on his calf so her boiling core was resting on his thigh.

Lincoln could only bob his throat stupidly, his head light and sweaty. His body was overheated and… dying. He was basically dying in the best way imaginable.

She moaned as she pushed her breasts into his arm. She brought her lips to his ear and whispered into them unspeakable things.

But then they paused as they felt a new pressure on the mattress.

Lincoln looked over and felt himself flush deeper as a dirty blonde babe with frilly white panties and a sheer bra crawled toward them. Her hair fell short just above her shoulders, a little frizzy, a little playful. Her generous breasts filled out her thin bra to the very brim.

She was grinning widely, a cute blush covering her freckled cheeks. She put up a hand and waved at them before sitting down on Lincoln's other side.

Lincoln didn't know what to do with himself. On one side of him there was a sex goddess with experience in her burning eyes. She knew what she was doing. She'd take him wherever she wanted him to go. And he knew he'd enjoy it.

On the other side there was a giggly woman with a playful lilt in her voice, a spring in her step, and enough energy the hairs on his arms stood up.

The blonde wasted no time. Her hand laid flat on his stomach. When she felt his muscles quiver beneath her palm, she gasped and arched toward him. Her core was close to his knee. Just a little closer…

She looked over at the ravenette and winked. "Hey, come here often~?"

The brunette smirked. "Oh, not much longer than yourself." For the moment, she was content staying close and watching what the new girl was doing.

The blondie bumped her freckled shoulder against the other woman before turning her eyes toward the trembling boy beneath them.

"Oh, there is so much I want to do with you. But first… tell me, Lincy… which sister do you like best?"

He gasped, his legs contracting tightly when her lips suddenly pressed just above his belly button. "Ah."

She was peppering kisses against his stomach, blowing her hot breaths against his quivering flesh. "Mmm~" Her hand moved down to his briefs, and her finger tugged on the elastic. "I bet you'd love it if Luan followed you around all day." Her teeth caught his innie button; her tongue raking across his boiling skin. "You want her to tell you dirty jokes. You want it so bad it hurts, don't you, Lincy?"

He gasped and threw his head back when her palm cupped his hardening member.

Then, before he could recover, the dark-haired seductress locked her lips to his; like a venomous embrace, her tongue darted into his mouth and filled him with poisonous lust. She pulled back, heady and flushed. "I think Lynn would fight over him. They'd get hot and sweaty, violent and primal."

The blonde nuzzled her nose into his elastic band; her fingers were inching to his hips where they grabbed his waistband. "Oh? I love that idea." She pulled his briefs down only an inch, letting the band snap back to his skin. "But you know what sounds better?" She curved her body upward, her bra grazing his nipples. She put a hand around the back of his neck, her fingers pushing into his messy white hair. "What if I blindfold you and let you touch your sisters' breasts?" She pulled him in, but aimed her lips at his chin rather than his lips. "But you can't have sex with them yet." She sucked on his skin lightly. "You can hump against Luan's vagina, but no more than that." She flicked her tongue against his lips and looked at him with hazy eyes. "I'm gonna save your first penetration for something special~"

The ravenette was flushed and breathing a little harder. "You should let Linc have a moment with each of his sisters…"

For the time being, Lincoln and his dark-haired angel were entranced as blondie pressed herself flush against his chest and pushed him slowly to the bed. She planted her hands on his shoulder and leaned close to him, her lips just inches above his own. She moved her knee until it bumped into his crotch.

When Lincoln cried out an electric spark ran up blondie's back. "Nngh, make that sound again, Lincy~!" She bumped into him again, her breasts bouncing across his rugged chest. She looked into his eyes, seeing his deep pools of lust staring into her own fiery eyes. Her dirty-blonde hair fell around them. "I'm gonna make you give Lynn a massage, Lincy. And she's gonna beg you to make her yours~"

Lincoln couldn't breathe as she stared at him with manic eyes. She was grinning widely, flushed cutely and blushing madly. She ran her fingers through his hair. "You've been a good boy, Lincoln. Making your sisters so happy. Giving them everything they need. Being there for them." She cradled her palm against the back of his head as she lower her lips to his nose; peppering light kisses on his eyebrows and eyelids, moving around to his cheek, getting closer to his lips…

And then, she pulled away only a little and looked at the ravenette; the slightly older woman staring wide-eyed. Blondie winked saucily before putting her finger nails against Lincoln's beating chest. "I think we're ready to try out your idea, cutie~"

Ravenette smirked and leaned in closer, her eyes hazy.

Blondie trailed her tongue and lips down Linc's neck, heading toward the pulsing vein in his neck. Her teeth found purchase there and nibbled until his legs were twitching and straining beneath her. "How close are you, Lincy?"

He gasped for breath. "Gosh, I'm close!"

She pulled back and giggled. "Heh, you're not close enough, silly boy." She leaned up, her knees bent and holding her above him. She pushed her hands through her silky hair, shaking her locks around her shoulders as she giggled. And then, she sat down and grinded her panties against his briefs. He cried out and threw his hands onto her thighs for support. She was beaming from ear to ear, her eyes practically glowing as she brought Lincoln to a slow and sinfully-pleasurable release.

His movements became erratic as she turned to the other woman.

Ravenette had no warning when she felt a hand push her hair aside and rest upon her shoulder. Her breath caught when the woman twisted her torso toward her and spoke sweetly. "Hey, miss, I need your help."

They looked into each other's eyes and smiled.

"Heh, you don't look like you need my help at all. You're amazing~"

A pretty blush erupted across freckled cheeks and the woman pulled her blonde hair across her face for a few seconds. "Th-thanks."

Ravenette put a hand on her friend's naked shoulder and rubbed softly. "But whatever you need, I'd gladly give it to you."

Blondie moved her hair aside to look at her again, and a light flashed over her eyes. She beamed widely, her innocence and relief showing as her shoulders relaxed.

Below them, Lincoln was whining for his release.

"Heh, maybe you should just give it to him, finally." Ravenette was beaming.

But Blondie wasn't convinced. "Nope." She poked Linc's chest and then rolled off him completely, leaving him without any feminine pressure or stimulation of any kind. "I'm gonna drive him… and the readers… so crazy with lust that they'll explode in pleasure when their release comes~"

Her friend whistled. "Hot damn, you're evil. Did you know that?"

Blondie let her fingers trail along Linc's beating chest lazily. Her bangs fell across her face, covering her in shadows. Her deviously smirking grin peeked through. "Thanks, that's the whole reason I'm even here~"

Ravenette inched herself overtop of Lincoln, settling her wide hips right on top his raging hard-on. "Mmm that feels good."

Blondie slid behind her friend, putting her hands on her shoulders and rubbing perfect skin in soothing circles. "Doesn't it?" She pressed her nose into endless, silky-black locks and breathed in her scent. "There's nothing more satisfying than that blessed moment of sweet release…"

Ravenette grunted as Lincoln's member prodded her core through their underwear. "I'm a pretty funny girl, and really good at the horror game."

Blondie pressed her lips against raven hair, holding it up with delicate fingers. "Mhmm, you're the best there is." She pushed her hair aside like curtains and let her eyes feast on what lay beneath. "I'd enjoy anything you do, you know…"

Ravenette shuddered when plump, warm lips found the spine at the back of her neck. She arched her neck before looking down at the squirming boy below her. Her hands immediately landed on his chest and he grew still. "Hiya, Linc."

He could only gulp, his eyes unable to look away.

She moved her hips against his, finding a steady rhythm. Lincoln's little cries were following after her own whimpers of pleasure.

Blondie laid her head on a shoulder and gazed sensuously down on Lincoln's flushed and panting form. "My, you work him quickly."

"Fuck!" the raven-haired woman cried. "You'd love it if Luan tied herself up and let you fuck her, wouldn't you?" She felt the blonde's jealous arms wrap around her; blondie's huffing indignantly, but hopelessly lustily behind her back.

"Why didn't I think of that!?" the dirty blonde let out with a whiny voice, her lips pouting and quivering in sadness. She sighed soon afterward as her friend's thrust were kinda, maybe, a little turning her on. "Mmm, I like what you're doing to Lincy, though."

Ravenette smirked wider, pausing long enough to shove her thong down her thighs before she pounced on Lincoln's body once again. "Leni would give herself to you like a blushing bride to her husband."

Lincoln gasped as her slick heat enveloped him through his soaked briefs.

The saucy blonde was quaking against her friend's back, biting her lip, and squeezing her eyes tightly shut as a tremor wracked her body.

Her raven friend chuckled, "You ok?"

She pushed her sweaty bangs from her eyes and giggled. "Y-yeah, b-but I think I'm in love… th-thanks a lot…" She stuck her tongue out but held no real malice as she couldn't keep the smiling afterglow from her face.

The devious brunette just smiled as she raced toward her orgasm.

Dainty hands rubbed a shivering back as one woman helped them other enjoy their much earned release. The raven-haired girl slid off him and laughed. "Dayyum."

The blonde laughed with her. "Don't you mean…" Her eyes shifted left and right before her blushing face inched closer, and she whispered, "…fuck?"

The brunette fell back to the sheets, smiling beautifully, and the blonde admired it for one long moment before turning toward Lincoln.

She slithered over him and pulled his boxers down to his thighs, trapping his legs together. His member sprung up, bobbing up and down for a few moments. She settled herself above him; one knee on either side of him, caging him beneath her. She took the crotch of her panties and pushed them aside. She was pink and wet, and ready~

Her face was flushed as she ground herself against him; naked flesh grazing against naked flesh. "Be gentle, Lincy, this is my first time…"

Lincoln's head strained backward into the sheets as the tip of his member explored her outer lips, raking across her hooded clit.

"Ahhh~" She fell down onto him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as she settled her opening against his head and felt him enter a fraction of an inch. "Your sisters love you so much." She nuzzled his neck as she sunk down on him very slowly. "Will you give them what they want?"

He wasn't going to last long at all. She could feel him twitching, his legs squirming, his hands jittery on her thighs…

She smirked through her flushed cheeks. "Will you make love to them, Lincy?" She captured his bottom lip between her teeth but gasped when his member scraped along a bundle of nerves in her core. "W-will you do it for me?"

Ravenette just stared in awe and wonder, her hands itching to join in and her smile glowing. "Wow! This is fucking amazing."

Blondie clamped down on his member right as he swelled up and let loose, giving him no option but to do it inside. And she turned her flushed face to her friend and could only grin deviously. "Thanks, I try my best!"

Lincoln fell back to the sheets, spent but glowing. His weak, noodly arm rose and he gave the girls a thumbs up.

Blondie excited clapped her hands together, uncaring that their cum was running down her leg. "I knew you'd like it!"

Ravenette clapped her on the shoulder. "Heh, this was pretty fun."

Blondie turned her lidded eyes and looked her friend up and down. "Mmm, what's next?"

Author's Notes:

This was originally written on 10/22/17. I had been in the fandom for less than five months at the time, and Flagg1991 was my dearest friend (he still is). This story was written to commemorate how we got started; two quirky writers who had nothing to lose and very little expectations. Perhaps it was a stroke of fortune that we found each other, or it was a move of fate, but if I had to choose anything in my life to say this about... he's the one thing I do not regret. *Smooch~*

Now, to explain what's even happening. Lincoln is undeniably a favorite of mine. He's the most common character in both of our works. He's beautiful, and this story is just as much appreciation for him as it is for us.

Flagg joined this fandom first, and I followed a month after him. We separately did a few works before we started doing close collaborations. The Seduction of Lincoln Loud, A Crush on Their Brother, To Know His Sisters, and Deep Tissue Massage are all references there. Beautiful Corruption and Better Sisters are special to me because it was the ending of an era, and the start of something new and beautiful.

The scene Flagg wrote about Leni in Better Sisters was so breathtaking, moving, inspiring... even though it was little... that's the thing that changed me into a Lenifan. It's ironic in a way, considering he tells me I inspired him when he wrote that. I guess it's just amazing how that turned out.

When I used the word "fuck" in this story, that was a reference to the first time I used a curse in any story, for a submission I made in Do the Louds. I thought it was a funny piece of useless trivia, heh.

So much has happened and changed in the past two years. But, deep down, I still look at these beautiful kids the same way. I love Lincoln so much, and Lori and Leni, too. There's none that I truly dislike, and combined they make for a wonderful family. The main reason I have so much inspiration to write the things that I do is because of their love for each other; and my passion is just as much a desire to see their family stay together forever as it is a drive to explore their blossoming love and dedication.

Thanks for sticking with me since the beginning, guys. Here's to another year of loving, beautiful corruption~

#tlh #theloudhouse #lincolnloud #abby #flagg #oc #self-insert #loudcest

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azrielstarsand · 7 years

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For the otp ask meme, how about the good lucha bros from 205live

Which one sexts like a straight white boy?Definitely Lince.Which one cried during a fucking disney movie?Kalisto Who put a goddamned fork in the microwave?Gran always puts the fucking fork in the microwaveWho does the silly hands-over-the-eyes “Guess who” thing?LinceWho puts their cold hands/feet on their partner?Gran.....no one knows why his hands and feet are so cold;;;Who had that embarassing Reality TV marathon?Kalisto binge watches old ass reality shows all the timeWho laughs more during sex?Lince can never keep a fucking straight face during sex for SOME reasonWHO IS THE LITTLE SPOON?Gran

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apocvlypsed · 7 years

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( wiz khalifa vc ) yeah... uh huh, u know what it is -- linc is addicted 2 bringing new muses !

hello hello my loves, i present to you my socal sweetheart, shiloh correia! tap the clickity click to read more about this chill dude !!

reece king. — oh, have you met shiloh correia? he is a twenty two year old cis male that is feeling phlegmatic about the planet’s imminent doom. a gym receptionist, this leo is known around town as the viscerotonic, because he is bona fide & mellow, as well as distrait & extemporaneous. hopefully, loh will survive.

alright here we go: a very rushed, disorganized draft of his background because i have to leave for a doc’s appointment soon!! ( tw for illness, mentions of possible death, mentions of hospitals, mentions of homophobia )

backstory:

his name is shiloh, he's 22, and he works as a receptionist at the local boujee gym!! he moved to hawley when he was 19ish because he was in pittsburgh for testing and like... decided he might as well stay in the area a while to escape his smothering family?

born & raised in los angeles, so he's got one of those very chill, relaxed personalities. like... someone spills coffee on him? 'it's cool, man, really. good fashion statement.' survive a 5-year battle with leukemia? 'awesome, great, thanks doc.' just... very easy-breezy, chill vibes. he can often be misinterpreted as caring too little, but he’s just a very serene soul.

he kinda didn't have much of a real childhood after he got diagnosed with leukemia when he was 13. he was in and out of the hospital for a couple years before things got to be too taxing on his parents, and they sent him to a live-in treatment center shortly after his 15th birthday. they couldn’t handle Seeing Him Like That when things took a turn, but they said the real reason was the transit bills. going back and forth added up so much, and with not a lot of money to spare, it was too much for them to shoulder. shiloh didn’t question it because like... he knew how hard this was on his parents and younger sisters, he could see it. it saddened him to go to this treatment center though, because every shred of normalcy was ripped away. he could no longer go to school when he felt up for it -- his parents suggested getting lessons at the center, but shiloh insisted on staying enrolled at his high school. he learned mainly through emails and work brought to him by his friend elijah.

his younger sisters ( twins, sara & mackenzie, about 8 at the time ) would visit him in the center because they missed him? shiloh was very ill, but his siblings would take the bus across thecity and bring books for him to read to them like how he did at home. so this 15-16 y/o kid would be hooked up to chemo, literally reading harry potter quietly to his little sisters, making sure to do every single silly character voice, and look at them to gasp at the scary parts. admittedly he was quite low energy, but he put considerable effort into seeming 100% for them, so they wouldn’t worry. ( one time sarah asked him if he was going to come home sometime soon, and saying he didn’t know literally broke shiloh’s heart. after they left, he cried a lot. )

that’s kind of shiloh in a nutshell too. going above and beyond for others, not quite at what he would call his expense because it doesn’t bother him... but it kind of is at his expense in instances where he was ill and he pushed himself to extremes to quell peoples’ worries. he’s always been a charitable soul.

he returned home when he was 17, successfully in remission, and he would spend every waking moment with his sisters when he wasn’t at school. but remission was short-lived. he was at a party with his best friend elijah when the nausea and nosebleeds hit, and his classmate delayed calling an ambulance until all the alcohol was hidden. during that delay, shiloh lost consciousness. elijah fought his way into the ambulance. he held shiloh’s hand all the way there, right until the moment he woke up.

treatment gradually picked up again. some chemo visits turned into constant returns to the hospital. shiloh picked up pneumonia at one point, and school was just out of the question. elijah visited him on weekdays and his parents on weekends, so it worked for a bit, keeping their relationship masked. linking fingers in the stupid hospital hallway, taking slow walks along the terrace. but then shiloh’s family surprised him on his birthday. so did elijah. and it was a mess.

after elijah left, his parents were basically like, ‘we love you, but no. no. you can’t be This and That. you can’t be both.’ meaning sick and gay. his mother spent an extra hour there lecturing shiloh and crying about how the doctors said his prognosis wasn’t looking good, why would he do this to himself if he knew he could be passing soon? why would her boy purposefully deny himself entry to heaven? shiloh should have been angry, livid. but he... wasn’t. his natural disposition wasn’t conducive to getting defensive and he just didn’t have that kind of energy in him. so he just sat in his hospital bed and listened to his mother crying and cursing him, cursing their situation, praying to god for forgiveness on his behalf. when she finished, he offered her a tiny, tired smile. he squeezed her hand and murmured, “thanks ma.” after she left, shiloh had to sit with that. all of what she’d said. and it kind of changed his attitude about the leukemia. his test results came back worse, and things took another, more drastic hit. things really got bad for the subsequent six months. it was a rapid decline, probably the worst he’d ever experienced over the course of his illness. he couldn’t be as sociable, or as vibrant. smiles of ease became grimaces because no amount of painkillers could keep him comfortable. one time, when his sisters came to visit, he stood up to bring them to the cafeteria for ice cream and fainted in front of them. he slept for days, but the bags under his eyes never ceased. he got thinner. his hands shook when he held elijah’s hand. and for the first time in all of this, shiloh realized he truly might not make it.

elijah kept things normal. well. as normal as they could be. aside from a quiet “how’s it going?” and a couple minutes of leukemia-talk, they’d indulge in other things. watching netflix curled up in shiloh’s bed. sneaking peanut m&ms in for shiloh. bringing homework because shiloh insisted he was going to graduate that year, with elijah, with their friends. sometimes elijah’s visits consisted of watching shiloh sleep. and that was fine. every time that happened, he’d leave a note, so shiloh knew he’d stopped by.

if asked now, shiloh wouldn’t be able to pinpoint the day when things stopped getting worse and started getting better. maybe it had something to do with elijah asking him to their own prom and getting the nursing staff in on it. maybe it had something to do with being able to leave the care center, just for the night, and forget that his own body was the enemy.

on his 18th birthday, shiloh no longer looked like a shadow of himself. he looked healthier -- not 100%, but certainly not as terrible as before. “you look hot,” was elijah’s response when he came in after a week of not visiting -- training for soccer, he’d said -- and shiloh greeted him with a smile that was, for the last few months, unusually void of pain.

on a warm, golden march day, shiloh got results of his blood test saying he was officially in remission for a second time. and god, it felt so good. so freeing. he pushed through the last of his graduation requirement and was able to walk with his class to receive an honorary diploma -- his real one came two months later, after completing some online courses.)

naturally, he and elijah broke up so they could venture off and do their own things. shiloh didn’t want to be a burden. elijah went to school abroad. they still talk sometimes.

the correia’s, however, are worriers. they weren’t convinced that shiloh was alright, that he could go off somewhere far away and come back in one piece. so they spoke to his aunt and uncle in pittsburgh, pa and worked out a deal -- he could go stay with them for the summer working for their law firm. the east coast had better treatment if he ever needed it during that timeframe. but at the end of the summer, they expected shiloh back in la with them.

there were a few scares in pittsburgh, but the bloodwork never showed any dangerous levels that couldn’t be fixed by some isolated treatment, or rest. by his 19th birthday, shiloh had been steadily in remission for half a year. aside from some long-term side effects from treatments, he experienced no lingering discomfort.

while browsing the welcome center at the airport, waiting for his flight home, shiloh stumbled upon a brochure for a small town called hawley and just... fell in love with the way snow dusted the small streets in the cover photo? the freshness of the air, or how the pamphlet described it, at least. so he called his parents and spoke through their protests. “ma, dad... i’m gonna stay out here a while.” and then when his mother attempted to power scold her way into getting her son home, he hung up the phone.

he moved into a small studio apartment and landed a job as the receptionist at the local upscale gym! he honestly adores his job. sometimes dealing with stella from yoga is a bit much, but the contact and the stories he hears... it’s worth it. plus, the gym is super awesome and there might be a cute boy there he’s kinda into, on the down-low. ;)

shiloh’s just very easygoing and can converse with anyone. he’s agreeable and it takes a lot for him to get offended because honestly, everything kind of pales in comparison when you’ve barely survived your own body attacking itself.

he lives paycheck to paycheck most of the time. gladly. he’s enjoying his simple life, his normal life, existing without being tethered to wires and tubes and hospital cleaning smells. he probably always burns sweet-smelling candles because the scent of those hospital rooms is kind of ingrained in his memory. he just... he loves absorbing it all. the mid-afternoon sun, the silly coffee shop people, the way the panels of hawley sidewalks don’t always align just right. he’s thriving here, just breathing minute to minute.

headcanons

all in all, he’s very unbothered by the asteroid because he just... feels so lucky to be here? and he can’t change anything about a big rock careening toward the planet. so he’ll enjoy his time and not worry about it. because worrying is forfeiting valuable time he can just be spending having a laugh or enjoying the fresh air.

he’ll say he doesn’t care about snapchat streaks but then bombard you if your streak is in danger.

he sings! he’ll like, loop piano chords and a mellow beat and make up some r&b song about the pasta he’s making for dinner. he sounds like... a mix between daniel caesar and kevin garrett. just v chill and like warm honey. he can also lowkey rap really well but... shh... it’s a secret.

he kinda dresses very stereotypically la despite being in pennsylvania now? a lot of basics with loud details. he also really likes painting his nails in those cool holographic colors? yee

the first thing he did when he moved to pittsburgh was teach himself how to cook super well because he needed to make up for all the Shit he ate while in treatment. so get ready... ya boy’s gonna make you a masterpiece for dinner !

definitely doesn’t mention his illness a lot. his parents are constantly calling worried about the status of his remission so like... if someone acts really worried he’ll be like, “i’m fine, no symptoms, chill” and not even realize he didn’t tell them about his past. he’s just... all about living in the moment so things get lost in the shuffle.

he shamelessly plays words with friends while at the reception desk. pls tell him a good 4-letter word he can make with Z, K, I, and N bc he is struggling.

his footsteps are straight up silent. he moves so gracefully like.... he could sneak up on even the most alert people, and it’s mostly always by accident. he’s just got that calm air about him where he commands attention but in a subtle way. so people won’t notice him enter the room, but they will be locked in by his intrigue once he’s inside.

“pls remember to hydrate today xo” -- an actual text from shiloh correia.

he wears a LOT of hoodies layered with denim jackets. don’t judge him, it’s COLD here !!! (he says when it’s like... literally 60 degrees out... yikessss.

refuses to buy snow boots. his combats will suffice. and tbh buying snow boots feels like admitting defeat? even tho he chose to live here? he doesn’t want to seem like that wimp cali boy that can’t handle the northeast. *cue shiloh buying yet another heated blanket*

never learned how to drive?? so that’s super fun ! someone try to teach him, i’ll cry

as for connections, like.. anything? he’s been here for a solid 3 years, so there’s def potential for lots of stuff! aight i gotta run but i will be on mobile/discord !! pls come love me, i love u xoxo

#hawley:intro #҉ greetings & salutations ! intro.#҉ tell me pretty lies ! shiloh.#illness tw #homophobia tw

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ariyadaivaris · 7 years

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catsi replied to your post “catsi replied to your post “catsi replied to your post “catsi ...”

thank u buzz this is so sweet and validating and it means a lot to hear that the way im feeling isnt like... irrational. i love u so much. im glad the 205 content tonight was so good and so well received. i cant wait for more pops tomorrow night on 205 live proper!

<333 the way yr feeling is VERY rational and definitely a shared sentiment among the people ive heard from, yr not alone and things are definitely infuriating right now but i hope something good comes out of this ;-; i love you so much and i’m really glad to see you tonight <3

i’m really glad 205 got a lot more attention from the crowd tonight too!!! it’s what they deserve all the time always!!! it might sound...silly and probably weird in the face of other issues but like, it was really cool seeing everyone goofing off tonight...there were a lot of goofy fluffy comedy bits and seeing those get positive reactions was good too! the reaction the streetfight got was HEALING...the mustafa chants made me CRY, i wanna hear those chants every night for the rest of time!!! i remember mustafa turned face in chicago against lince because the sheer FORCE of the cheers he got were overwhelming, there was an “ali” chant to the tune of sami’s “ole” chant and it’s the best chant i’ve ever heard still...i think of it every day!!!

and hideo got a good reaction too!!! the crowd was very very very quiet but not actively hostile and a few hideo chants got started and its like!!! its encouraging!!! all i wanted from raw tonight was some good good cruiserweight boys and it sure delivered and i’m really glad, and it was really fun watching it with everyone having fun here too <3333

#catsi #i love you so so so much cat <333 #i cant wait for 205 tomorrow and i hope sd is...bearable #205's gonna be so fun i hope we see akira again...i cant believe how well he works with like ANYONE ON EARTH #im still not over his dual aerial stunt with mustafa where mustafa flipped over his suicide dive like........THEYRE SO....COOL #JUST LIKE U...

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thefandom-casserole · 8 months

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Episode 50 Notes-

Very very excitedddddd

Eeeeeeeeeeee abhhhha ahhansnsnsnsnsndg

This intro 😭

The dolphinsssssss

I have no idea what just happened in that intro omg

Taylor is a demon!!!! Taylor hasn’t hit demon puberty yet — how did Nicky get it then???

Taylor Teen Fact: Taylor used to do the chocolate for his baseball team going door to door. But, his mom just bought them all instead

TAYLOR DID BASEBALL

I NEED TO WEITE SOMETHING ABOUT THAT

:> he did all the last names!!

Linc Teen Fact: Linc cleans up for his parents every single morning (both of them think the other one did it). Linc wakes up really early in the morning

Normal Teen Fact: Normal also sold chocolates and offered to sell way too much of them, couldn’t do it (and because it’s not vegan chocolate his family can’t even buy it!) and now is in debt

Scary Larry Fact: Larry is based off of a tweet on a reply to Elon Musk (Larry is not from the school)

Scary Teen Fact: Before the release of her album she was going to release a musical (a soft boy musical, but then she realized it was just Dear Evans Hansen)

Larry Fact pt.2: Larry’s favorite show is the Big Bang Theory because it deals with an important scientific principle

IT MIGHT BE THE FINAL EPISODE

I THINK NOT BECYASE ITS NOT LILE TRENDING IN THNBLR OR SOEMTHJNG

AND I THIBK PEIPLE WOULD HE DREKAING OYT MORE

BUT OMG

THE HEARTATTACK

I REACTED EXACTLY LIEK THEY DID

HOLT SBKT

WHAT IF JT IT THOUGH

Anthony Fact: He should’ve come up with a different name than Daddy Master - Like chaperone or whatever (The rest of the cast disagreees)

They’re all still separated!!!!

Of course Normal thinks Larry’s cool 😭

Omg all the Linc shippers are eating so far

Linc’s adamants towards Taylor, him wanting to find Scary, him actually being with Normal

Chester and Julia gave Linc therapy!!!

“Linc are you happy?” “No of course not, that’s a silly question nobody’s happy” SOBBING SOBJNG OKG OMG GRANT YOU FUCKWD THIS KNE UP SO BAD

(Obviously it was more than just that and that was a gross oversimplification but you understand what I’m getting at)

Lincccc :cccc

“I’m definitely broken” OMG LINC

That glass analogy was so fucking good holy shit “And probably they’ll just throw it away because who wants to fix a glass”

Hhhhhhhhhhhhh

Linc likes stickers!!!!!!!!

Matt Arnold is bringing it this episode

He wasn’t joking when he said that he was gonna get through it all

In a sense

A NAT ONE FROM TAYLOR

THERE WAS NEVER A WKRLD WHERE IT WASNT THAT OMG

I LOVE THAT SO MUCH

Into the papersssss into the papers (to the tune of into the thick of it)

Initiative to fight the Angel!!!!

This whole thing with the paper is reminding me of the fight with book castle when Ron disappeared into the books against Well Actually

I just paused the episode and listened to the trailer because I just realized I never listened to it

Ahahahahahahahahah the background music in it though it’s lovely

Omg dude I never realized that Lark doesn’t mention Scary in the video because she wasn’t there!!!! Ayyyyy

Okay done with that back to the episode

Beth playing Larry is my new favorite thing now

She should just play Larry season three

I beg

Oooooo the throne’s empty!!!!

Larry should be king of hell

Larry reminds me of if Paeden was evil and annoying

What is it with Linc and Taylor and the sweet prince thing 😭

I love them so much

The Swiftli shippers are eating this episodeeeee

Fancy Anthony voice

He was a pissomancer

Omg

That’s insane

Piss boy Wilson’s again!!!!!

Heaven photoshopppp

INSPIRATION AYYYYY

A 22 😭

Lincccccc linccccc

Angst episode :cccccc

Oooo Angel’s are yummy??

Taylorrrr nooooo

Taylor and his carts 😭I love him so much

Sisyphus just pushing a meatball up the hill 😭 😭 😭

Nooooo this is one of my favorite bits

Linc loves his friends so much

God I fucking hate Willy

god god god he’s so gross

YOOOOO LARRY AND WILLY THATS INSANE

OMG OMG OMG

WILLY’S DEEPEST DARKEST SECRET HOLY SHIT AHAHAHHAHAHAHHA

If they got Willy in the paper sea I wonder what would happen

“I tried to kill my son”

“I will do anything to not be submerged in water ever again”

“I did not have sex with Marilyn Monroe, I could not get it up so I stood there and had her sing things to me for a couple hours so I jerked off”

FUCK WILLY FUCK WILLY

FUCK WILLY

DOOD’S DEEPEST SECRET IM LOOSING MT MIND

“I’m scared”

Dood babyyyyyy

THEYRE STILL A BAD GURL AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAH

LARRY LARRY LARRY

I BELIVE IN YOU

AWWWWW

Dood babyyyyy nooooooo

“This isn’t your fault Dood”

“No I think it is”

LINC OH NOOOOO

I cannot believe Taylor convinced Vince to change his name

Taylor Swift the piss genius

Freddie’s voice as Taylor was backtracking made me laugh way way too hard way to much that’s insane

It always was gonna be piss between them all

Omg

Of course

MERCEDES YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

AYYYYYYYYYY IM SO EXCITEDDDDD

ABUELITAAAA

She’s a JO crystal witch!!!!

She pulls out a gunnnn

Wowwww they found each other!!!

MERCEDES SHOOTS HIM NOOOOO

AND THEY ENDED THE EPUSODE TF

Wow that was such a good fucking episode

HERO SHOULD GET TO KILL THEM BTW

If Willy isn’t taking girls seeiouslyyyyyyy

I don’t say it enough but On Our Way makes me want to violently sob every time I hear it

#Dndads #dndads spoilers #dungeons and daddies #dndads s2

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lincolnbrendt · 7 years

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self para || mad world

Day 1:

“It’s only the first day, Linc, it’s totally normal for her to stay out.” Daisy’s voice was always so well controlled that he didn’t know if she believed the words she was saying. She probably didn’t, he told himself. “You know she’s been through a lot. She just needs a break.”

Lincoln nodded silently as he watched the redheads fingers move nimbly through Mallory’s blonde hair, twirling them into two plaits. He must have zoned out when they’d cleaned the blood out of it. That made it easier for him to breathe every time he looked at her.

Daisy left, not trying to say anything further to Lincoln. A gesture he appreciated because he didn’t know if he remembered how to speak anymore. Lucy came out from behind the curtain as Adam’s mother’s voice was heard in the distance. His sister might have said something to him, but he couldn’t tell. The woman he’d come to know as Nicole held out a black coffee from the machine for Lincoln.

“You seem to need it,” she spoke in a gentle voice, smiling at Lucy who thanked her on Lincoln’s behalf. Lincoln wondered wryly how much the woman would smile if she knew she was in the same room as her future grandchild with absolutely no clue. “And Ms. Brendt, dear, I do hope you and your baby are doing well. I can’t imagine what you went through.”

If he’d had any energy, he would have nearly scoffed.

The woman and her husband disappeared to talk to their son and his jaw tightened as he heard Adam’s voice. It was a selfish thought of him to have, but he thought he might have swapped Mallory’s place with his in a heartbeat. After the idea passed his mind he began tugging at his own hair, hating himself for being so selfish but he couldn’t help it he couldn’t help it he didn’t mean to think that.

“Hey, Lincoln, hey come on stop, hey stop doing that.” It was Lucy’s voice that broke through the waves of guilt he felt, bringing him back to reality.

“No no no no I thought something bad I thought a bad thing.”

“What bad thing Lincoln? Lincoln what bad thing?”

And just like that, he snapped out of it, making himself take a deep breath.

“Never mind. I just… I d-do-d-don’t r-r-rem-member.” A lie, but one that was for the best. The concern on Lucy’s face became more prevalent than before, and Lincoln forced a smile. “I-I’m go-g-gonna go get s-some foo-f-food. I’ll be back soon.”

Day 3:

It had been far too long since Lincoln had shaved or showered or done anything to take care of himself. He couldn’t do anything but sit there, wasting away in the chair as he watched the line on Mallory’s heart monitor go up and down. Empty coffee cups sat on the desk behind him, broken poems scribbled on the side as he’d always done for Mallory before.

It was only day 3.

People were still telling him to hold onto hope. That this was nothing out of the ordinary.

He wondered if they understood that the only reason he survived the weeks without her before was by knowing she was a phone call away and knowing that once he was brave enough to face her and his mistake they would be fine.

He wondered if they understood that the labyrinth his mind had become over the years was unnavigable without the light she provided with her heartbeat.

He wondered if they understood that every day she stayed asleep, his sanity fled deeper and deeper into that labyrinth.

Day 5:

Sleep was no longer a concept Lincoln really remembered. He was downing a large coffee at least four times a day and even if he hadn’t been chugging so much espresso his mind wouldn’t have shut off long enough to allow him a rest more than the occasional hour long naps when he found himself bogged down by a vivid nightmare over and over again. Mallory, bloody and dead in his arms.

His knees were tucked up against his chest as he sat near her bed now. He was trying to read aloud from the book of his poetry he’d roughly constructed but the words and letters were floating around on the page as he tried.

In the distance - or perhaps right next to him he no longer cared enough to tell - he heard a nurse discussing his own health with someone who sounded like Logan. Then again it could have been Lucy or Daisy or anyone who wasn’t Mallory because Mallory couldn’t speak.

“We’re concerned that his lack of sleep combined with his autism and OCD could lead to… some sort of mental episode. What we can do is provide him with some sleeping medicine if you would authorize that, to just get him to rest. If he continues this way I… just don’t know.”

“It’s fine. I’ll sign off on it, but good luck selling him on it.”

Lincoln did not go down without a fight.

“Wake me up if she does,” he said weakly as his eyes fought off the darkness that encompassed him, only having been swayed after being told he could end up hurting himself or someone else if he kept on acting like this.

Day 6:

When he woke up he was in a stranger’s room, it was empty, dark and quiet. Looking down at his arm in the dimly lit room he saw wires and tubes connected to it and couldn’t contain the gag working its way up his throat.

“N-Nu-Nurse! Nurse!” He began yelling and not long after, a short man dressed in scrubs entered the room.

“Mr. Brendt, how are you fee-“

“Unho-Unhook m-me from th-this machi-m-machine,” Lincoln spoke impatiently.

“Oh I’ll have to make sure you’re well enough to-“

“If y-you don’t I w-will,” he threatened, holding his hand over the tubes which caused the nurse to come over quickly and begin unhooking him, bandaging the small patch where his incision was. With shaky legs, he stood up and left the room. He sighed in relief realizing he was just across the hall from Mallory, walking the short distance with legs that seemed to forget how to move.

Regardless, he found his seat left exactly where it had been when he left, and his coffee cups untouched in their stacks of five because five was a good number five made good things happen. Tapping his finger against his knee repeatedly he counted them out.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5.

Day 9:

Lincoln was laying in a bed, prepped for surgery after having kissed all of his sisters on the top of the head and waving a goodbye before he walked into the prep room.

“You’ll have to lay down for at least two days. And then for about four weeks, maybe six, you’ll need to take all physical activity to a minimum, no lifting more than 10 to 15 pounds, we don’t suggest intercourse during the recovery time, all around you’ll have to be careful standing long periods of time and take care of yourself.”

“Okay.”

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Abs-Absolutely.”

“I know there aren’t a lot of other options but I don’t want you to do this and regr-“

“Just take me back.”

“There’s a chance we may still lose h-“

“TAKE ME BACK!” Lincoln shouted. He was uninterested in hearing anyone talk about possibly losing Mallory.

“Okay…” The doctor still sounded hesitant, but the nurse who was pushing his bed had been there when Mallory’s kidneys began to fail. So had Lincoln. Within hours and a few tests that showed he was, remarkably, a match, the boy was in a hospital bed being rolled into surgery.

As he was pushed into the sterile, cold procedure room, he rolled his head to the side to see Mallory’s pretty blonde hair.

“Abou-out t-time I paid you back f-for saving me,” he whispered before they turned his head back upwards and placed a mask over his face.

“Okay dear, just count back from 10,” said a nice woman just behind his head.

He didn’t even make it to 8.

Day 11:

Lincoln could walk again, but instead he sat next to Mallory’s bed right where he always did. He thought he remembered Jean and Eddie thanking him over and over for what he did. He also thought it was silly for anyone to think he wouldn’t have given up both of his lungs and heart and liver and everything he had to give if it meant she would be brought back into the world.

He didn’t remember what being a person felt like anymore. He didn’t remember any sensations other than fear and panic and anger and exhaustion. He didn’t remember having any intentions other than to keep fighting while the love of his life did the same.

His sleep came in waves that day, brought on by the pain meds he still took every few hours. Between the periods of darkness when his mind finally escaped reality, Lincoln wrote poems upon poems upon poems. Desperate for the right words that might bring her back.

“Y-You just keep… k-ke-keep r-resting, L-Lov-Love. B-But pl-please come b-bac-back… I-I-I n-nee-need you…”

Sleep took him away again, unwanted but still appreciated, and in his dreams that night there was nothing. Emptiness, surrounded by nothing but pitch black. It was a welcome escape from the fear and sadness that had wracked his body every waking minute.

Day 12:

A man came in holding a bible.

Lincoln to the side, slightly numb to the whole experience but he was aware of what was happening. They were blessing Mallory, so if she did die, she would go to heaven. It caused his stomach to lurch, the idea that people were making preparations in the case of her death.

Lincoln had arrangements of his own, but he didn’t want to share those plans with anyone else.

“F-Father?” Lincoln has found himself following the man out of the room, limping slightly. “C-Can I as-ask you s-someth-something?”

The man turned around and faced Lincoln with a smile.

“Of course, how can I help you?”

“W-Well I-I um… so-s-so I’m n-not a v-ver-very re-r-relig-ligious p-perso-person, I don’t kn-know how it w-work-works ex-exactly but cou-c-could you t-tell G-Go-G-God s-someth-something for m-me?”

The man’s expression was patient as he nodded.

”What is it, Son?”

”I-I w-wan-wanted… I’ve w-wanted a f-fam-famil-mily my… who-whole l-life… b-but if…if-if Mal-M-Mallory c-c-co-comes-s b-back I will gi-g-give up my dr-drea-dream. He’ll n-nev-never h-hear me wi-w-wish for my own s-son or dau-d-daughter again. C-Coul-d y-you te-t-ell h-him that?”

The man’s face went from patient to devastated as Lincoln finished speaking.

”Oh, Dear boy, you poor thing…”

”I-I don’t want-t-t y-your pit-ty… Pl-Plea-ease j-just tell h-him?”

The man nodded, reaching out his hands to take Lincoln’s. Lincoln barely enjoyed physical contact from a stranger under normal circumstances and these circumstances were far from normal. So he flinched away, curling his hands into his chest.

“I’ll tell him,” the man said, taking his own hands back.

With a satisfied nod, Lincoln disappeared to return to Mallory’s bedside.

Day 14:

Lincoln had to fight for the first time to keep Mallory on for just a couple more days. At that point, the only thing keeping her alive was the machine she was relying on for a heartbeat.

“P-Pl-Please-Please I-I’ll p-p-pa-pay f-fo-f-for-r it plea-p-p-p-pl-please ju-j-j-jus-j-just a c-cou-c-c-couple m-mo-m-more d-da-d-days!”

His frantic voice swayed Mallory’s grandparents, agreeing to just a couple more days. Lincoln knew that in a couple more days if Mallory wasn’t awake he’d fight again and again until he had no fight left in him. Lincoln was stitching together the many loose pages on which he’d written countless poems during his time there.

He figured that when she woke up she’d want to read them. It was a rare day for Lincoln, meaning it was one in which he was actually aware of the world beyond the four walls that boxed him into that room or beyond the line of vision between he and Mallory.

Meaning when Mason Safaatauemana walked in with a pitiful look on his face, Lincoln had already lost patience for the boy who had found such disgusting delight in charming Mallory into a date ages ago.

“Hey, man,” he started as he took a few steps towards Lincoln who, had he had even a drop less of self control in his body, may have growled at him. “I just wanted to swing by and say I was sorry, you know. For everything.”

“L-Li-L-Like?”

“Like... I wish I’d been able to do something to save her, or to stop it all, you know? I’m just-“

Rage bubbled in Lincoln’s head, boiling so loudly he was deaf to any other words Mason was saying.

“A-Are you ki-k-Kidd-kidding?!”

“What-“

“Are you KIDDING?!” Lincoln stood up now, putting a hand over his side with a groan. “You’re going to take this moment right here, this moment in which the love of my life is laying in bed because a deranged madman shot her and you’re going to turn it into a situation in which you could have been the hero of the cards had fallen right?!”

“I’m sorry I-“

“You don’t get to be the hero in everyone’s story, Mason!! If anyone could have saved her it would have been ME!! There was nothing YOU of all people could do!”

The sleepless nights that made days blend together like wet paint left him exhausted and had caught up to him, making this seem catastrophic.

“I mean you, you just... you just run into people’s life and expect them to bend into whatever they need to be for you to fit with them. You never change to fit anyone! I changed to be your friend, to live with you, to get your stupid approval I change for EVERYONE I didn’t have to change for Mallory and you’re going to come in here saying you wish you’d been able to save her?!?”

Lincoln shoved Mason’s shoulders, all of the anger he’d ever felt towards the redhead coming out as he continued shouting.

“I mean seriously?! You ask her on a date just to try to fuck her and then you keep treating her and I like shit like we’re lesser than you because she didn’t want to fuck you and because I stutter and wasn’t one of your original friends!” Lincoln shoved him again and this time Mason held him back, keeping his hand on his shoulders to stop Lincoln from getting any closer. This only made Lincoln feel attacked and he swung, connecting his fist with Mason’s face.

“Lincoln, Lincoln stop,” Mason pleaded, trying to keep him away while also trying to calm him down. “You don’t want to do this. You don’t want to start this right now.”

“Stop telling me what I want to do! Nobody but me knows what I want to do!!!”

By then Mason had gotten them out into the hallway, away from the medical equipment and away from Mallory.

“I know what I want to do! You don’t and Lucy doesn’t and the nurses don’t! I don’t want to be here without Mallory don’t tell me what I want!”

Another swing, another fist slamming into Mason’s face. The redhead clenched his jaw, clinging onto reality so he wouldn’t blackout.

“Lincoln please, please I don’t want to blackout I could hurt you I could kill you!”

At the thought of Mason killing him, Lincoln punched him again, harder than before and this time in the gut.

“Then kill me! KILL ME!!!” Lincoln was screaming now, his voice shrill and drawing the attention of the other patients and some of the nurses. “Please, Mason if I’m your friend at all - if I’ve ever been your friend then kill me I don’t want to live without her I can’t I can’t I can’t I can’t be me without her I would rather DIE!”

Another punch, this time in the side and Mason finally shoved him away, backwards and into the arms of Hunter, who sighed and lined a syringe up against Lincoln’s neck.

“Somebody please just kill me I don’t want to live without her please Mason, please please just do it promise me you’ll do it!” Even as he was stuck in the neck with medicine meant to sedate him, it took a few moments to work its way through his large body. “Mason I thought you were my friend please I just wanted you to kill me!” His words were sobs as his legs grew weak and Hunter enlisted Mason’s help in carrying him back into Mallory’s room.

Adam was long gone by then, and they lifted him into the bed right next to Mallory.

“Please,” his voice was a whimper as his eyes fought to remain open. “Someone just kill me...”

Day 15 - Evening:

Lincoln’s sanity was slipping again. After the breakdown the night before, it seemed to fall between his fingers like sand in a widespread hand. Slipping quickly, falling back towards the ground with nothing but gravity to stop it. He was sat in his chair when a nurse he didn’t recognize entered the room. She must have been new. That was okay, he told himself, Daisy wouldn’t let anyone but the best near his girl. He knew that much was true.

Still, as she acknowledged his presence with a nod and wave before going about refilling Mallory’s IV, Lincoln couldn’t do anything but rock back and forth in his still chair. His arms hugging his own chest like that could keep him together as he rocked.

“C-C-C’m-C’mon M-Ma-M-Mal-Mal... y-y-you don’t ha-h-have m-much time-ti-time l-lef-l-left... You nee-n-need to c-come ba-b-back to me...” He murmured over and over again as he stared at Mallory. The nurse looked at him with sadness in her eyes.

“You been waiting a while for her?,” she asked kindly. Lincoln didn’t respond. “Well you know, Darling, she can feel your stress. You can’t put too much pressure on her.”

It was as if someone had pressed the pause button on Lincoln’s life as the nurse spoke. He stopped rocking, stopped muttering things below his breath, stopped existing (at least it felt as if he had). He sat there unmoving as the nurse finished up. She bid him a good night that fell on deaf ears, as he held himself together desperately with his long arms.

As soon as he heard the door shut with a click, Lincoln began pounding his fist against his head, punching himself in the forehead repeatedly until the pain became a dull reminder of how much he had fucked up. By the time a bruise had started blossoming on Lincoln’s face, he was screaming. No words came out exactly, he was screaming in fury and anger and hatred, angry at himself, furious at himself, hating himself.

His screams reached frantic levels, the top of his lungs as he now began using both fists against himself.

“It’s my fault it’s my fault it’s my fault!!!” He screamed, even as he heard the door be thrown open and Harley stood there with sadness in her eyes. “IT’S MY FAULT TOO MUCH PRESSURE TOO MUCH PRESSURE IT’S MY FAULT SHES GOING TO DIE TOO MUCH PRESSURE!”

Blood began trickling out of his forehead now and Harley frantically begged Declan to come pull him away and make him stop.

“OH MY GOD I KILLED HER ITS MY FAULT TOO MUCH PRESSURE TOO MUCH PRESSURE ITS MY FAULT!!!!”

He was screaming so loudly now that his voice cracked and Declan entered the room, wrapping his large arms around Lincoln’s and prying his hands away from his head.

“IT’S MY FAULT MY FAULT MY FAULT!!!!!!!” He was sobbing through his shouts now as Declan pulled him out of the room and Lincoln spotted the nurse who had said that. “SHE SAID IT WAS MY FAULT SHE SAID THERES TOO MUCH PRESSURE I JUST WANTED HER TO KNOW I BELIEVED IN HER BUT ITS MY FAULT ITS MY FAULT SHE WON’T WAKE UP AND ITS ALL MY FAULT!”

The nurse looked devastated as blood continued spilling down Lincoln’s face. She couldn’t have known such a reaction would come out of such a mild mannered man.

“I’m sorry I-“ She started.

“MY FAULT MY FAULT MY FAULT!!!!!”

Eventually, Declan had wrestled him far enough away and locked him into a position which only exhausted Lincoln’s body if he tried to continue fighting. Instead of thrashing around anymore he became limp in the much bigger man’s arms and sobbed.

“I just wanted her to know I believed she would come back she’s running out of time it’s all my fault...”

Harley tried comforting him, using any words she thought may help but nothing changed how hard he cried. Not until he cried himself out in Harley’s arms (who had taken over once he’d stopped throwing his arms around).

“I-I-I-I c-ca-c-can-can’t b-be ar-a-arou-a-around her anym-m-more.”

“No Lincoln that’s not-“

“It’s m-my-my f-fau-f-fault I have t-to s-sta-s-stay away.”

Nobody said anything else, letting him sit there and cry himself dry until he eventually decided he’d sleep in the waiting room. “I ha-h-have to stay aw-a-away...”

Day 19:

It was the end. No amount of fighting from Lincoln would change her grandparents minds anymore. Something about wanting to end the suffering she was going through and making sure she got into God’s Kingdom. It wasn’t an answer he was willing to accept but nothing was when it came to ending the life of the one person he had no intention on living without. They delivered the news as soon as he’d woken up that morning, wrapped in a bundle of blankets outside of Mallory’s room so his presence hold risk her recovery.

All he remembered of his reaction was a scream so loud he no longer had a voice, only enough to croak out responses to people who spoke to him. He sat with his knees curled to his chest, tugging on his hair for hours as the world moved around him without him being present in it. People went in and out of Mallory’s room and Lincoln couldn’t do anything but watch their feet move past him.

Lily came up to him and sat beside him on the dirty ground.

“Big brother, what’s wrong? Why is everyone crying?”

Lincoln didn’t know if he was crying or not, his mind was desperate to shut down in order to protect itself.

“Mallory’s going away, Lil,” Lincoln barely got out past the scratches in his throat.

“Oh... Forever?”

Lincoln nodded, letting out a sob into his fist as he did. Lily threw her arms around him.

“Hey, Mallory always said that when something sad happened, something good would come right after, right?”

Another nod and another sob into his fist as he wrapped one arm around Lily. He didn’t want to give her up, he didn’t want to say goodbye to any of his sisters - in fact if anyone in the world would keep him there it would be them, but when he thought of a world without Mallory all he could see was himself wrapped up in a blanket on his mattress until he died of starvation or exposure or whatever it was people died from when they lay there unmoving for an endless amount of time, becoming nothing more than a vegetable, a burden on an already burdened family.

They sat there embracing until Eddie came over.

“Lincoln... If you... wanted to say goodbye.”

Goodbye.

The word washed over him like a tidal wave, pinning his body to the ground with some combination of horror and dread. Still, he stood up.

“H-He-Hey, go s-sit w-wi-with y-your si-s-sisters, L-Li-Lily, I’ll b-be out s-soo-s-soon.”

The young girl nodded, squeezing his waist before running off to sit with the other Brendt siblings.

“Take as long as you need,” Eddie said, squeezing Lincoln’s hand. Lincoln nodded, going into the room and shutting it behind him. He took his spot in the chair that, at that point, had become molded to his shape.

“I tried so hard, Baby,” he choked out through stutters and a hoarse voice, holding his hand tightly in his own. “I really tried so so so hard, I fought so hard to keep you here. I’m so sorry.” He was bawling almost immediately, barely able to get the words past his lips. “I just want you to be back here with me. I just want to hold you. I just want to kiss you and tell you how much I love you.”

His hands shook as he took the ring box out once more. “I know it’s probably selfish of me, to ask that you die with this on, but I don’t plan on being apart for long once you do, and I want you to have it in wherever there is after all of this.”

He slid the ring on her finger and cried as he held it to his lips, pressing kisses against her cold skin, perfect even as she neared death.

“Mallory I have so many things to thank you for and not enough time to say them all. Thank you for opening the door into my coffee shop that morning so long ago and walking into my life, thank you for changing the person I am, for making me a better - no the best version of myself. Thank you for holding my hand when it shakes and for finishing a game of mini golf with me when no one else ever has before. Thank you for sitting patiently with me as I try to spit out my order and for never being embarrassed by the person I am even though I’m embarrassed by the person I am. Thank you for being the one person in my life who knew how to fix all of the broken pieces of me, and thank you for not just knowing how to do it but for doing it. Thank you for loving a man who didn’t think of himself as worthy to be loved and thank you for kissing me even on the darkest days my mind had. Thank you for always seeing what was best for me and for doing it but mostly thank you for being the other part of me who I’ve been searching for for 22 years. For fitting every crooked edge and every shattered side I had. Thank you for completing me in a way I’ve never known.”

Tears were pouring down his cheeks as he pressed his lips against her forehead.

Once.

Twice.

A third, fourth and finally...

A fifth time.

“Please, Mallory, forgive me for what I am going to do when I leave this room. Find it in that beautiful soul to love me again even in death and to forgive me for being such a coward that I can’t live without you.” He was gripping her hand tightly now, sobbing into her hair.

“Forgive me for not loving you for every moment I could have, and for taking for granted the love you gave me. I never will again. Forgive me for breaking your heart in a way I’ll never forgive myself for. Please, Mallory, when I see you again open your arms to me so that we can be together again.”

As he squeezed her hand, he could swear she squeezed back but he knew that wasn’t possible - that such things only happened in dreams or movies or books.

“This is not my goodbye, it isn’t,” he said adamantly. Tears fell onto Mallory’s porcelain face, dripping off of his cheeks. “I will see you again but in the meantime I love you I love you I love you.” He repeated the words over and over again, sobbing them out as he held her hand to his lips.

He felt another squeeze, this time a bit more real. Maybe even a real one.

“I love you I love you I love you,” he continued, his eyes trained on her face now, looking for any signs of movement. Her cheek twitched, as if she wanted to brush away one of the tears there on the skin. “Mallory?!” He reached out, wiping her face clear of his tears. Her lip moved now. He must be dreaming or dead already. There was no way this could be happening. “Mallory, Baby, Baby if you’re there I need you to do something baby, Mallory are you there?!” He watched as her eyelashes fluttered, as if they wanted to open. He let out a desperate sob, punched himself in the leg to see if he was awake. He was. “Mallory, Baby that’s it, that’s it please, Mal, please I just need to see your eyes.”

He gripped her hand with nearly white knuckles, whispering please over and over to herself. Then, there they were. Her blue eyes blinking against the light of the room. Lincoln fell backwards, tripping over the chair and landing with a THUMP on his butt, he scrambled back up.

“You did it, oh my god you did it you came back, Baby I knew you’d come back oh my god you’re so strong you’re so strong!” Lincoln was sobbing, kissing Mallory’s hand once more before rushing towards the hallway. Before he ran out, he took one last glance at Mallory. “I’ve missed your eyes,” he whispered before disappearing into the hall.

“Do-D-Doctors-s-s! Nur-N-Nu-Nurses! G-Go-G-God-d-d!!! Whoe-Wh-Whoever will li-l-liste-l-listen!!!” A crowd of people, most of them his friends and a few others were nurses and a doctor who’d run to see the commotion. “Sh-She’s ali-a-alive.”

With those words, so much relief flooded through his body that he fell limp to the floor as cheers erupted around him and the doctor, along with the nurses, ran past him into Mallory’s room. He slipped into unconsciousness with the first genuine smile he’d had in 19 days.

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teenmomtruths · 8 years

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My Take on Recent Episodes

Kail: Not sure who has read her book, but there’s one thing in it that if I hadn’t known may would make me feel differently about the whole ‘give me your key’ thing. She was raped when Isaac was one. By a guy friend she hadn’t known very long. He came over drunk, pushed his way into the house and raped her. She said she screamed and screamed at him to get out and, luckily, he did and never bothered her again. I don’t Think she’s lying, and it explains her being uneasy going to bed at night knowing someone (anyone) has access to her home. Now, that doesn’t explain or excuse the pettiness over the car seats or trash can, just saying, I can see the key thing. I think Javi is extremely immature as well. He needs to learn that his words matter, especially to someone like Kail. He can’t just spend 6 months saying there’s no reason to wait til I get back, file paperwork, get the ball rolling, etc etc, then think he can just have her forget all that. That ish had to cut deep. Kail’s like me, once you’ve hurt her that badly and shown you’re not ride or die, you’re out. Javi is living in the wrong century; he expects her to sacrifice and do whatever for his career, and spit out babies every year, but he had zero desire to help with baby Lincoln (he wouldn’t even watch him while she went grocery shopping!) And he doesn’t understand her wanting to start a career, nor does he give a shit. He’s a chauvinist. That said, I also think she cheated. She’s always fought tooth and nail for every second with Isaac so it made no sense to me that she so easily gave over 50/50 of Linc. I think Javi had some serious dirt. He may have cheated as well, but Kail apparently doesn’t have the proof he does. Anyway, I think it’s silly how she’s always gone on and ON about how Isaac comes first. Bullshit. Kail and what Kail wants comes first. I’m not saying she should’ve stayed in an unhappy relationship, not saying it would’ve worked in the end. Just saying she really didn’t try. And she owed it to her boys to try. Marriages have ups and downs; people fall in and out of love. And after the way she pushed Javi and Isaac’s father/son relationship, not only did she owe it to Isaac to try, she owed him an explanation. She just waited and waited and the poor kid was baffled. This WILL effect him. I just hope she’s learned now to keep Jo the one and only father. Which brings me to how far Jo has come. His home training kicked in, he grew up, and he’s an amazing father. Of course, I’d be more laid back if my only job was parenting too lol. But he and Vee are great with Isaac and truly put him first.

Chelsea: SO happy for her! Watson is adorable and Cole seems great. I so hope it continues to go well. Adam should NOT be paid for this season. He can’t even film for 2 hours? For how much money? Gtfo.

Jenelle: I think Jace is perfectly happy living with Babs and visiting Jenelle and her brood for fun times and it should just stay that way. It’s been too long. And it’s not temporary custody; on 16&pregnant, it Showed her signing the papers and a voiceover saying she’d realized she was too young and immature and her mother raising Jace was what was best for him. Never a word about it being temporary. if it weren’t for David’s past, I’d almost be fooled. I think Jenelle and Leah both haven’t so much as cleaned up as they have gotten 'dramastically’ better at covering their asses. I think Leah added uppers to stop nodding out and they both started using visine and putting their game faces on when filming.

Leah: See above, but I hope and pray she really is in recovery. In any case, the girls do seem happier and like they’re being taken care of better. This could be because Corey has them more, or because Leah’s at least trying. I noticed Ali say, I want my cereal bar now, when being put in the car for school. At least Leah took some advice and started putting breakfast snacks in the car, and is doing better on time. She still needs to stop sweating Germy so much. As much as he pays in child support and as little time as he gets with Addie, Leah needs to back off when he’s with Addie. Let him spend time with his child. Let’s not forget, she had TR living there for awhile, along with his kids, so she can stfu about Germy having to do with Brooke’s child. Let it goooo!

-------------------------------------------------- Great opinions! Thanks for submitting.

#leah messer #jenelle evans #kailyn lowry #chelsea houska #teen mom #submission

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robbyrobinson · 8 years

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Character Retrospective: Lori Loud

So I made a list in which I compiled who I considered to be the best of the Loud sisters with Lori roughly scoring at number 9 (http://theloudhouse.wikia.com/wiki/User_blog:AustinDR/My_Favorite_Loud_Sisters_(Ranking)). Now, that is not to say that I hate Lori, or like her the least, there are a few aspects about her character that I felt needed to be addressed. Now, if you are a fan of Lori Loud, don't take offense as to what I am about to say regarding her, as it is just my silly opinion.

Lori Loud is the eldest of the Loud kids, at around 17 years of age. As to be expected, Lori tends to have dominion over her younger siblings, which makes her come off as a dictator quite often. To describe Lori, she has two main loves in her life: her cellphone, and her boyfriend Bobby Santiago. She also is shown getting overly enraged several times, usually for the most trivial of reasons. For instance, in "Get the Message," she threatens to turn her brother Lincoln into a human pretzel just because he accidentally walked into her room. To me, this was her worst moment as she comes off as being quick to anger and wrathful. Apparently, she even gets annoyed if Lincoln so happens to leave a message on her phone. What if Lincoln was in some sort of danger, and in desperation he tries to message her for help? Would she delete the message thus condemning her own brother to an untimely demise? That's not even getting into her behavior in other episodes.

Another possible candidate for Lori's worst episode is "Save the Date." While I consider the episode decent, what sets the plot into motion is Lori forcing Lincoln on a double date with Ronnie Anne, and why you may ask? It's because Bobby dumped her when he discovered that Lincoln had made his little sister upset. Besides being a total wreck, she angrily lashes out at Lincoln, and throws several objects in his direction. First, this makes her come off as a brat, but that's not the worst implication. Now as I have said, she forces Lincoln to go on a double date without his consent all because she was dumped. This left a bad taste in my mouth as it entails that she cares more about her love life over her own brother. Because of her selfishness - as well as additional problems - this made me like the episode less.

And then there's "Trash House." The conflict of that episode is Lori gets into a quarrel with Leni over a dress. As to keep myself from going ape, I'll leave it at that. Her role in this episode was worse than "Get the Message." In that episode, at the very least, Lori buys replacement goggles for the ones that she stepped on, but in "Trash House?" There is nothing redeeming in that episode. She treats Lincoln terribly when he was only wanting her to stop fighting, the whole thing started because she wanted Leni to take her dress back to the mall, etc. The ending especially left a bad taste in my mouth when she coldly tells Lincoln that she and the girls resolved their problems the moment he left. I literally wanted to throw my television out the window because of how badly they treated Lincoln in this episode. Sure, Lincoln gets the short end of the stick several times, but this episode made me believe to an extent that the sisters would be happier if Lincoln wasn't there. I know that's not what the episode was trying to convey: they were attempting to teach that there are some problems that Lincoln cannot fix, but it's the way that they executed it made it seem that they viewed Lincoln as the black sheep of the family. If I would've been Lincoln, I would've told them "Oh, so you can solve your own problems without me, eh? Well, from this moment onward, I will never help any of you again." And then I would mind my own business, reading comic books in my underwear as I quietly watch them fall apart as they try to solve their own problems without assistance.

But let's get back to the main idea as to why I placed Lori so low on my list. Basically I dislike her, because there isn't really anything interesting about her. When the nine other sisters have interesting personalities and quirks, what does Lori have? Well.....she has her cellphone, and.....uh.......yeah. She just comes off as the least interesting as she basically acts like how you'd expect a teenage girl to act. Most teenage girls spend hours on their cellphones or are absolutely boy crazy. I guess the reason as to why I dislike Lori is because she is more or less an accurate representation of an adolescent girl. When all of her other sisters have interesting personalities or talents, Lori just seems underdeveloped.

As I've said, her moments of anger also played a role in my decision. She can be so unlikable whenever she's especially mad, that she's insufferable really. There are some moments in which it is necessary like "Not Guts, No Glori," but there's simply too many times where it is unwarranted. However, I personally believe that it plays into what I had previously said about her not having anything remotely unique to her. She takes pride with being the eldest, most likely because that's really the only thing going for her. Take "Driving Miss Hazy" for instance. Since she is the only one who is a certified driver, she takes advantage of it by getting her younger siblings to tend to her chores. When Leni was being trained on how to drive, Lori - threatened by this turn of events - sabotages her sister by giving her all of the wrong information. The thought that she could get Leni potentially killed or injured doesn't even cross her mind; she only realizes the error of her ways when Linc has to spell it out for her. But that's where the reason behind it lies. Lori admits that she sabotaged her own sister, because she was worried that if any of her sisters learned how to drive, no one would need her for anything again. This goes back to the idea that she really has nothing special going for her. As such, she compensates for this by taking pride in being the oldest of the Loud siblings, because she knew that in most cases, they would need her to help them, thereby giving some meaning to her life.

Despite her tantrums and generally uninteresting personality, there are a few instances where she can be kind or generous. For example, in the "Waiting Game," she gives Lincoln free pizza and tokens out of gratitude for him helping her to get that job. Sure, Lincoln does take advantage of this later on, but it shows that she was truly delighted by his help. She was also thankful for Lincoln taking her place as she goes to attend that dance. This is really one of the few times where I felt that they truly enjoyed being in each other's presence. Or take "Heavy Meddle." While she does go too far when she realized that Lincoln was being bullied, it's made clear that she - along with her sisters - deeply cares for her brother despite all of the loudness. Of course, there are several other instances when Lori shows off her kinder side, but I'll leave it at that.

So, basically while Lori isn't my favorite of the Loud sisters, she is certainly nowhere close to being the worst character in the show. Sure, she may have her moments in which she is unfair, but that is often put aside to show that she is good at heart.

#loriloud #loudhouse #theloudhouse #austindr #robbyrobinson #character analysis #analysis #character #lori_loud #loudsisters #loudfamily #the loud house #nicktoons #nickelodeon

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