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the-flaming-nightmare · 4 months
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Tagged by the wonderful @anewkindofme! 💛
Here's what I've got so far for the second chapter of "Walk on With Hope in Your Heart":
It had been four days since Malcolm was admitted to the hospital, and two since he regressed. Just as Gil had expected, Malcolm's headspace had ended up on the younger end of the age spectrum. He woke up in a newborn headspace the afternoon after Gil told him about everything that had happened with Watkins and he hasn't aged up in the slightest since, staying firmly in the one week mark.
Normally when Malcolm was in a very young headspace like this, he was a relatively easy newborn to care for, sleeping most of the time and only crying when he was hungry or needed a diaper change. However, given the pain from his injuries and the grief that was no doubt still present despite his current headspace, Malcolm was almost the complete opposite right now. While Malcolm did still sleep a fair amount, he would immediately burst into tears if he wasn't in somebody's arms, and sometimes even then he would still cry until he eventually tired himself out enough to fall back asleep.
Currently, Gil was pacing the hospital room's floor at six in the morning, trying (unsuccessfully) to calm his uncontrollably wailing son down. The Little had woken up about half an hour ago needing a change, but even once he was clean the tears just kept coming. A nurse had come in just a few minutes prior to ask if he needed any help, but Gil turned him away and told him he would hit the call button if he couldn't get the Little calm in the next twenty minutes.
Gil gently swayed Malcolm as he walked back and forth, all the while continuously whispering words of comfort and reassurance to him. Though, it seemed that no matter what the Caregiver did or said, the poor baby just couldn't stop crying.
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brightmalcolm · 6 months
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You're used to being the smartest person in the room. Not today.
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renegadesstuff · 4 days
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TV SHOWS' ANNIVERSARY 🩷
PRODIGAL SON (2019 - 2021)
FIVE YEARS OF PRODIGAL SON 🤍
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balesdoesart · 2 months
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I'm alive actually you guys...
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1x01 // 2x13 You said "run," so I ran. I didn't say take me with you.
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sum up Prodigal Son (2019) in one sentence
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this is it, that's the entire plot
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aceofwhump · 1 year
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Prodigal Son 1x02
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loumandivorce · 9 months
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trans malcolm is so. imagine if the person the most accepting of you was your serial killer dad
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isleofdarkness · 2 months
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I love making relationships as complicated as possible.
Evie is in a poly relationship with Mal, Jay, and Carlos. She and Jay are also in a relationship with Ben and Riah. She's also in a relationship with Malcolm and Agony. And then she's married to and in a QPR with Ace Hearts. Jay is also in a QPR with Ace Hearts. Mal is also in a relationship with Ben but her relationship is separate from Evie, Jay, And Riah's relationship with Ben because Riah is her brother. Riah and Malcolm are also brothers. Riah is also best friends with Mal's ex, Uma, and considers her his sister, but Mal isn't actually related to Uma. Uma is in a relationship with Harry and Gil. Harry is Jay's ex.
I should make a chart.
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Gil: I'd take a bullet for you, you know that. Right between the eyes. I would slit my throat rather than say something to someone that you didn't want me to say!
Malcolm: That's not necessary, Gil. But that is comforting.
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guinevereslancelot · 2 years
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PRODIGAL SON | 1.01
I worked the Upper East Side in ‘98, not far from here. One night we get a call. Some kid, a prank. They send me to sort it out, apologize to the owners and all that. The doctor who lived there couldn’t figure out who made the call. Still, he invited me in, even offered me a cup of tea. That’s how The Surgeon tranquilized his victims. Tea laced with ketamine.
Bright called the cops on his dad?
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the-flaming-nightmare · 4 months
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Here's another snippet from my PSON agere fic where Malcolm regresses after the incident with Jessica in his loft in 1x04:
Malcolm reached into his pocket for his phone, struggling for a moment to grasp it with how much his hands were shaking and how hard he was crying. Finally, after what felt like an eternity later, Malcolm was able to get a firm grip on the device. He pulled it out and quickly found Gil's contact before setting it down next to him on the linoleum floor, unable to bring himself to get up despite the uncomfortable cold already beginning to seep into his bones. Since his mother practically ambushed him when he got home, he hadn't been able to turn on the loft's heater like he usually did after returning. And unfortunately, his bathroom had a tendency to reach especially high freezing temperatures when the heat wasn't on.
Well, he hopefully wouldn't be left in the cold for much longer, anyway. Daddy would be coming for him soon.
Malcolm hit the call button, attempting to choke back his sobs so he would be able to speak properly. It was all in vain, however, because as soon as Gil picked up after the fourth ring, Malcolm immediately began to openly sob again.
"D-d-da-daddy...!"
"Malcolm–hey, hey, what's going on, bug?! Are you hurt?"
Malcolm nodded, before remembering daddy couldn't see him.
"Uh–uh-huh."
"Are you still at the loft, sweetheart?"
"Y-yeah."
"Okay, I'm on my way, angel. Can you tell daddy where you're hurt?"
"M-my f-f-face."
"Was it an accident? Or did somebody hurt you, kiddo?"
"I-it was... um... was..."
Malcolm didn't know how he should respond. He didn't want to tell on his own mommy, but he also didn't want to lie to his daddy, either. And lying was a lot worse than telling on someone, especially when that someone did do something to hurt him.
"It's okay, little bear. You can tell me. You can always tell daddy when someone's hurt you."
"Um, it was mommy," Malcolm mumbled into the phone, wincing at his own admission.
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brightmalcolm · 8 months
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Okay, that came out worse than I meant, but I'm fine.
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kat-rose-griffith · 6 months
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Jokes on you, I’ll NEVER give up hope that Prodigal Son can be renewed. NEVER.
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balesdoesart · 2 months
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He's learning to drive at his whole 31 years of age 🫶
(Thanks to my super cool and awesome boyfriend @miivrs for the idea)
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