#marti Gaines

[slasherbat]

Sometimes baby girl is a stoner who caused the end of the world who killed a zombie with a trowel, and a virgin who also killed a man with said trowel and unleashed a shit ton of monsters

[betelgeusing]

marty hart's cyclical return to praising family as THE thing that keeps a man grounded, stable, and happy (specifically in pointing out that rust DOESN'T have a family) even as flashbacks show him spiraling into jealous macho violence as he lies to, mistreats, and destroys his family over the course of multiple affairs (by which he deliberately steps outside of and away from his family despite his wife's best efforts to get him to reconnect and step up to be the family man he sees himself as)

vs

rust cohle's repeated excoriations of the idea of individuality and personhood and the stupid self-centeredness and entitlement that comes with saying "I, a human being, matter to the universe, and the things I do matter", an ideology he carries for years and waxes poetic on for his interviewers as late as 2012, even as he obsessively works himself to the bone to get justice and resolution for the victims he's assigned and ultimately to protect children from the powerful and dangerous people who want to brutalize them

[pecanwriter]

Hired Help

Themes: near-immobility, non-sexual weight mentions

Words: 1597

Part: 1/?

Marty put his car in park and pulled out his tablet. His new client had problems with taking care of himself due to limited mobility. No wonder, Marty couldn’t help thinking, as according to the chart the man was around five hundred pounds, although the number was an estimation since he was unable to weigh himself for some time. 

Donovan McMiller. 

Marty’s brow furrowed, he did know a Donovan McMiller in high school, but this couldn’t be him, that Donovan was a baseball sensation. He looked at the client’s date of birth. 1994. Same as Marty. Could it be the same Donovan? But to gain over three hundred pounds in nine years…? Surely, it wasn’t possible. 

Walking up to the block of flats, he found the correct flat number on the second story. He wondered how McMiller managed to leave the house. There was no lift and the stairs seemed like a tremendous effort for someone who needed to hire a caretaker to help them with basic needs. 

Marty pressed the doorbell and settled himself to wait, it would probably take a while. 

Indeed, it took about five minutes for the floor on the other side of the door to creak and for the door to swing open. 

A tall, dark-haired man stood there breathing heavily and holding himself up on a cane. Marty instantly knew that he was much bigger than five hundred pounds. McMiller’s sweaty face was soft and doughy and in the place where a neck should be he had a massive roll of fat, melting together with his double chin. It was true, the flat’s hallway wasn’t particularly spacious, but it was still shocking to see the guy fill it almost completely. His legs were large and swollen as if they were melting ice cream, almost the same size from his feet to his thighs they became even bigger around his giant hips, nearly touching the walls on both sides of the hall. His stomach was massive, hanging in front of him like an overstuffed sack of potatoes. It was so large it almost covered his swollen knees. The chubby hand clutching the cane was shaking slightly. Ashamed that he was staring Marty quickly looked back up to the man’s face. With a start, he realised that he knew that face. He was never friends with Donovan McMiller, but there was no denying that it was him. 

“Hi, I’m Marty” He said, purposefully omitting his last name” I’m from the SunnyAid company, I’ll be assisting you from no on.” 

“Donovan.” The man said in greeting, shuffling a little back, beginning the manoeuvre of turning his massive body around. “Come inside.” 

Marty waited, unable to keep his eyes away from Donovan’s body as he laboriously started to turn around. His entire body was jiggling and wobbling as if it was a giant water-filled balloon. There was a moment when Marty thought he would get stuck, his massive hips pressing into the wall at an angle and his enormous gut stopping him on one side while his ass pushed against the wall on the other. While Marty was already having visions of himself helping this man who was at least six inches taller than him get unstuck, miraculously Donovan’s body came free and he managed to turn. Slowly, painfully, he waddled down the corridor into the apartment and Marty followed him. 

“What would you need my help with today? Just to spare you the pain, we can get straight to it, so you don’t exert yourself needlessly.” Marty said. It was something that he had to say to all his clients, although in McMiller’s case, he thought it would probably do him some good if he stayed on his feet for a while. 

“Uh, shower, I guess…” McMiller grunted, visibly embarrassed, but Marty couldn’t find it in himself to care. Yeah, it was embarrassing to have to hire someone to help you shower, but it wasn’t like he lost his mobility due to illness or an accident, there was nothing about such events in his application to the SunnyAid. Donovan decided to eat himself into this state and Marty wasn’t going to feel bad for him. But he also wasn’t enough of an ass to let it show; he could think what he wanted, but he would still treat the guy with as much respect as his other clients. 

“Alright, let’s go straight to the bathroom then.”

Marty followed with tiny steps as Donovan waddled and jiggled and huffed his way to the bathroom. 

The door to the bathroom made Marty visualise another scenario in which he, with all his 5’10 glory was trying to get this massive man unstuck, but somehow Donovan managed to squeeze himself in with sheer force. When Marty helped him take off his tent-sized shirt he noticed red grazes and scratches as well as some bruising along the most prominent part of Donovan’s stomach and he realised he was hurting himself every time he had to squeeze through the door. Marty suppressed a grimace; he truly couldn’t understand why someone would let himself go this much. 

It was even more shocking to see Donovan naked than it was to see him and his size for the first time. He looked like a melting pile of soft, full dairy ice cream. Donovan’s massive gut turned out to be comprised of two gigantic fat rolls. The top one was smaller and ended maybe around where his belly button used to be, the second one was much larger and hang like a giant sack reaching Donovan’s knees. His chest was soft and wide, his nipples stretched and pink. His arms looked like balloons filled with cottage cheese and were probably thicker than Marty’s waist. 

Donovan almost fell into the chair that was standing in the shower and Marty was impressed it didn’t break, although it did make a worrying sound. 

“Alright, let’s see…” Marty said, keeping his tone as upbeat as possible. 

Turning on the shower would be impossible, he would get wet and likely so would the entire bathroom. Marty ended up filling a bucket and a basin with water, one to soap up, the other to rinse with. 

He pulled on his rubber gloves and squeezed the excess water off the soapy sponge. Donovan was not looking at him and Marty did his best not to think about the fact he was washing another man. The massive body was soft under his touch, it was surprising how much each fat roll weighed as he lifted them all one by one to clean every crevice. He was being even more thorough than he would usually be, but if this guy just hired help, it was possible he had trouble cleaning himself thoroughly for at least a few weeks if not longer. Marty wasn’t looking forward to cleaning the man between his legs, but before he could even attempt it, he was faced with another issue. The massive stomach was too large for him to lift and clean with just one hand underneath it. 

“Will you please hold up your stomach as much as you can? I can’t lift it…” He said and still didn’t look Donovan in the face. With painfully strained effort the man reached his flabby arms and grabbed his stomach, but wasn’t even close to grabbing the bottom of the second fat roll. Marty pushed it up as much as he could and then Donovan finally managed to grab a hold of it he swiftly dove down to clean the remaining areas as fast as possible. Donovan’s arms were shaking with the excursion. 

“How much longer…?” He grunted “It’s slipping…” 

Before Marty could reply the giant rolls of fat slipped from Donovan’s hold and bounced down with a loud slapping sound. Marty jumped back but not before the massive gut rubbed against the front of his shirt effectively soaking it through. 

“I’m sorry…” Donovan nearly whined. 

“It’s fine, no worries.” Marty gritted through his teeth. How could this man let himself get so massive? How could he let himself get so enormously fat that he wasn’t even able to hold his own stomach up? 

Marty washed the soap away in silence. 

“Alrighty, I’m leaving you for today, just sign here.” 

Marty handed Donovan his tablet where the man was now nearly melted into the couch. 

“Thank you.” Donovan gave the tablet back, his entire massive body jiggling just with that slight movement. 

Marty gave a tight smile and without another word let himself out. 

His mind still reeling, Marty went to fasten his seatbelt and grimaced noticing that he had to strain just the tiniest bit to get it. He himself was nearly sixty pounds heavier now than he was when he and Donovan graduated. Was he really in any shape to judge the guy? Sure, he was nowhere being immobile and he had a job that required at least some level of physical fitness, but at the same time, sixty pounds wasn’t nothing. He got out of breath going up the stairs, if he had to run for any reason his whole body jiggled like jello, lately he discovered that if he had a belt on, he couldn’t even see it because his round gut was in the way. Marty suddenly felt ashamed; if he noticed so many changes with just sixty additional pounds, how horrible did Donovan have to feel? 

Feeling like a complete ass, Marty began his drive to the next client’s house, promising himself that tomorrow he was going to be more understanding towards Donovan. 

Please let me know if you'd like me to write more about these two!

[imaginedanvrs]

encrypted relations

part 1 l masterlist

summary: yelena belova x reader. when natasha takes you under her wing, she becomes like family, and the last thing you want is to lose that. but when you meet her younger sister who you know is off limits, you have to decide between what you really want and hope for minimal damage

word count: 3.6k

warnings: alcohol, mentions of past toxic relationship and manipulation, sexual themes, implied death

“I cannot believe you met Nat's sister before me!” You exclaimed as you threw yourself down on your sofa and glared up at the ceiling, furious at the universe's mockery. 

  “Dude, I know! I wanted to call you but every time I was about to, someone started shooting at us again,” Kate said with a huff. “But I got her number and told her to text me next time she's in town…she hasn't been responding yet so it might be a fake number,” you could hear the pout.

  “Kate!” You whined, earning a curious glance from Marty who jumped up onto the sofa to settle down on top of you.

  “I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you,” she tried.

  “I'll hold you to that,” you huffed until a smile crept onto the corner of your lips. “So tell me everything,” you grinned as you held the phone closer to your ear. You always loved hearing about Kate's missions. Having known the young archer since before you managed to introduce her to her favourite hero, you had witnessed Kate's adventures transgress from more delinquent than crime fighter, to taking on the KingPin single handedly. You were confident her first fight with aliens was right around the corner. 

  At that, Kate lit up, springing into an animated recollection of everything that had happened in the past few days. Her account was no doubt exaggerated and a little out of order with how often she got side tracked with minute details, but you were able to gain at least an overview of the events that led their paths to cross. In short: widows. 

  Yelena had been able to trace down the small group of assassins who had slipped under her radar, due to their inbuilt paranoia now that the red room’s foundation had crumbled, and led her to New York. The widows, acting on their manmade instincts, had made some trouble in town that Kate had stepped in to deal with without knowing the full scale of what she faced. Fortunately, Yelena had jumped in just in time to stop Kate getting killed but in the chaos of it all, the widows got away. 

  After a great deal of persistence from Kate, Yelena eventually gave the archer the rundown and in doing so got herself a companion for the rest of her time in the city until they were swiftly able to find the widows once more and release them from their chemically induced trance. 

  “So what was she like?” You asked once you had processed Kate’s story. 

  “Total badass,” Kate summarised. 

  “Knew it,” you muttered as you scratched behind Marty’s ears.

  “Anway, I gotta take Lucky for his routine checkup so I’ll talk to you later,” Kate said before you could ask any more questions. 

  “Good luck, Lucky,” you called down the phone, hearing a distant woof in return before the call ended. You immediately opened your messages. 

  Me: yelena was back in town??? You typed out furiously. It took less than a minute to get a response, that meant that Nat was probably doing paperwork.

  Nat: haha yeah, you guys meet up?

  Me: no she was too busy hanging out with kate!! 

  Nat: i didn’t get to see her either :( you frowned as you read over the message, surprised that Yelena hadn’t gone to see her sister when she had the chance. 

  Me: what?? :( you paused, tapping your thumbs against the sides of your phone.

  Me: you free for lunch? 

  Nat: come by the tower? She was definitely doing paperwork. There had been so many times in the past where Natasha had been too swamped with paperwork to go out with you for lunch that you had developed somewhat of a routine for you to go and have lunch with the Russian as she worked. Much to her credit, her ability to hold a conversation while recollecting her missions was admirable. 

  Me: omw

  “Come on, Marty. We’re going to the tower,” you said as you patted his back. Your dog was quick to scramble off of you and make his way to the door, grabbing his collar and leash off of the hook while you grabbed your jacket. You took it from his mouth gently and fastened it on before making your way out. 

  It didn’t take you long to get through the security at the Avenger’s tower. In earlier years you had some issues, especially with the addition of Marty, because you had to sign in as a visitor even though you were accessing floors visitors couldn’t. Eventually, Tony had gotten you a pass that let you whizz through the gates and checks. 

  “Hey, Steve, how’s it going?” You greeted the soldier as you entered the common room. 

  “Hey kid, not so bad. I haven’t seen you in a while though, how’ve you been?” He asked as he crouched down to give Marty all the attention he had been anticipating. 

  “Same old,” you shrugged, settling into an easy catch up with the blond as he recollected his latest pop culture enrichments and visits to see Peggy. The pair of you didn’t get to talk for too long though, because Nat appeared at the other side of the room with her arms crossed across her chest. 

  “Mind if I steal this one away, Rogers?” Natasha asked with a slight grin. 

  “Course not, see you around, y/n,” Steve chuckled as he picked up his lunch and took it away. As soon as he did, Marty dashed across the room to the Russian with his tail wagging madly. It was obvious who his favourite was in the tower, same as you. 

  “Hi, Mutt,” Natasha cooed as she pampered the dog.

  “I told you not to call him that,” you said with a roll of your eyes even though it was hard not to smile every time. 

  “Why not? That’s what he is,” Natasha pointed out as she stood up and gave you a fond hug. You went through to the corner of the conference room with the sofas where Natasha had her laptop and two plates of pb&j sandwiches. 

  “So how come you didn’t get to see Yelena while she was in the city?” You asked right away. You and the Russian had never had a small talk type of relationship. 

  “She hadn’t been planning to come to the city in the first place, that was just where she was led to, but once she had handled everything she needed to, she was being called to chase another lead,” Natasha explained with an air of disappointment. 

  “I guess between Kate and the widows she was more than preoccupied while she was here,” you said as you reached for your sandwich and pondered Yelena’s general mission that took up so much of her time. In fact, it seemed to be an almost constant thing. 

  “Yelena’s been at this for what? A year now? Is she anywhere close to being done with it all?” You asked, knowing that the scale of what the young Russian had taken on was great but that the work she put in was greater. 

  “She reckons so,” Natasha said with a spark of hope in her eyes that was impossible not to catch. “I want her to come home, wherever that may be to her,” the spy admitted, knowing that her sister wouldn’t want to stay by her side forever. 

  “Even if you’re not home, you’re a pretty great timeshare.” You thought that was a nice thing to say, but the pb&j sandwich Nat threw at your face said otherwise. You grinned back at the redhead, knowing she didn’t have to worry about Yelena growing distant with her again and hoping the same would always apply to you. 

*

“So if Steve could lift mjolnir and they ruled Asgard together, would that make them some kind of power couple?” Kate asked as she leant against the wall next to your door. 

  “Like work husbands?” You rummaged around in your pockets for your keys while the archer continued. 

  “Royal work husbands,” she corrected. 

  “You’ll definitely have to ask them at the next party,” you chuckled as you eventually found your keys and started opening your apartment door. 

  “I wanted to ask at the last one but I thought as it was my first time meeting them that I should-”

  “Kate Bishop.” You and Kate spun in the direction of the voice as you fumbled for the light switch. “Y/n l/n,” the Russian continued once you had a light on her. 

  “Yelena!” Kate exclaimed with a broad smile as Lucky immediately dashed over to the blonde. Marty stayed close to your side as you stared at Yelena in awe while she greeted the labrador. “You know you don’t have to break into everyone’s apartments the first time you go to them, right?” The archer asked, placing her jacket on your coat rack while you continued to stand glued to the spot. 

  “I did not break anything and you were taking forever!” Yelena argued defensively as she stood up and set her eyes on you. “Y/n l/n,” she greeted. You could feel her assessing you, just like her sister had the first time she stood where the blonde was. 

  “Yelena Belova,” you said, taking in the Russian in front of you. Her blonde locks were loose over her designer jacket that had various broches scattered across it and had been matched perfectly with black trousers that fit comfortably enough to highlight her figure. She was clearly someone who took pride in how she looked and you understood why, she was beautiful. 

  You watched a smile inch at the corner of her lips and wondered what kind of assessment she had made of you. Had she noticed that your eyes had lingered a little too long on the curve of her hips or trace of a smile? You swiftly looked away, reminding yourself that maybe you shouldn’t be looking so intently at Natasha’s sister. 

  “It’s about time you guys met, huh?” Kate said as she glanced excitedly, though oblivious, between you both. Yelena was still looking at you, a fact you were aware of because her gaze was as intense as her sisters. 

  “Of course, my sister’s told me a lot about you,” Yelena informed as she observed you take Marty’s lead and collar off. 

  “Likewise,” you said with a brief glance in the Russian’s direction in hopes of avoiding picking up on any more of her perfections. “What brings you over here?” You asked to at least distract yourself. 

  “A lead,” Yelena tore her eyes away from you and moved to where Kate was sitting comfortably on your sofa. 

  “Already? It’s only been a few months since you were here last.” You listened to the pair converse as you strolled to the sliding glass panel that separated your bed from the rest of the studio apartment and threw your satchel down. 

  “This is bigger than last time,” Yelena explained, her voice dropping to that of a serious one. “I called Natasha but she didn’t pick up,” the Russian huffed. 

  “She’s in the Philippines,” you added as you reemerged, meeting Yelena’s emerald eyes. “They all are.”

  “So you want us?” Kate jumped in, clearly unbothered that she was the Russian’s second choice. 

  “I heard you’re good with tech, think you can access this?” Yelena held out a small device in your direction. You took it without letting your fingers brush and recognised the device right away. It was a sort of USB stick, though slightly modified so that it couldn’t fit into any ordinary USB port. You hadn’t seen one in a while but fortunately you had an adapter you could use to get started on it. 

  When you didn’t confirm if you could in fact access the device’s information, Kate didn’t hesitate to do it for you and started asking the blonde what her plan was and how she could help and how come she didn’t respond to the memes she sent her. Instead of listening, you brought out your adapter and set to work on analysing the task ahead of you. It didn’t take long to realise the coding it required was advanced. Not too advanced for you, but enough of a challenge that you wouldn’t be able to hand the device back over that night. 

  “It’s gonna take me a while,” you admitted openly to the Russian. “I’m sorry, I know it’s probably time sensitive but it’s just a little-”

  “It’s okay, y/n l/n,” Yelena was quick to assure. In your line of work, you weren’t used to patience so you looked at the blonde sceptically, wondering if she actually understood how long ‘a while’ could be. “Just text me when it is ready and I will come back.” Oh. So she did know. 

  “You can stay if you want,” you offered as Yelena stood up. She gave you a smile, one that you knew you would be thinking about for the rest of that evening because it felt like it was just for you. 

  “Yeah, it’s friday night and we have jello shots in the fridge,” Kate added, already setting off in the direction of the kitchen. 

  “Some other time,” Yelena said as she went to leave. 

  “So you do know how to use a door,” you couldn’t help but quip as Yelena stood in the doorway. 

  “See you soon, y/n l/n,” Yelena smiled with a glint of something promising in her eyes. The moment she shut the door you spun around in your chair to face Kate. 

  “She’s kinda intense.” Kate shrugged as she carried a tray over with a few snacks and shots on. Anyone else would have thought she lived with you. 

  “You get used to it.” 

  “I didn’t say it was a bad thing,” you muttered as you joined the archer on your sofa. She didn’t miss your comment. 

  “She’s also kinda cute though, don’t you think?" Kate commented as she flicked through your tv. You didn’t answer until you finished your first cup of jello. 

  “I guess,” you said nonchalantly. Kate hummed, about to pry further to confirm her suspicions when her phone chimed. 

  Yelena: meet tomorrow at central park? Bring the bow and arrow

  “Be careful, Kate,” you vocalised your concern. 

  “Always,” she assured with a nudge to your shoulder. “Guess that means these are all for you though,” the archer said, pushing the shots your way. Just as you downed the second one and Kate picked a film, your own phone chimed. 

  Unknown number: you need better locks on your window

  “Did you give her my number?” Kate looked over at your screen and chuckled to herself. 

  “Nope,” she said simply, amused that the blonde had managed to get it on her own. 

  Me: i dont usually have to worry about spies breaking in you typed out, choosing not to mention that you lived in a S.H.I.E.L.D apartment as that clearly wasn’t adequate enough.

  Yelena: really? How have you made it this long?

  Me: im kind of friends with the best spy in the world

  Yelena: we’re friends already?? You rolled your eyes at that and bit back a smile. 

  Me: we’ll see ;) 

  You turned your phone off and took another shot just as your phone chimed again. Kate gave you a questioning look as you ignored the device and tried to give all your attention to the tv. “I knew you guys would get on great,” she said smugly. 

  “She’s pretty cool,” you admitted nonchalantly before sneaking a glance at your phone once more. 

  Yelena: see you soon ;)

>>>

Slam.

  You jumped, spinning around to face her as she stepped into the living room. You never hear the keys jingle on the other side of the door. You never even hear the door open or the two steps into the apartment before she slammed the door shut, eyes already set on you. The control she had over deciding when you’re aware of her presence had always been something your girlfriend found entertainment from and took full advantage of. She never hid that, she didn’t have to. It wasn’t like you were actually going to voice your discomfort. 

  “Hi,” you greeted, cautiously searching Rae’s eyes for any indicator of what the mood of the evening was going to be. She doesn’t respond and that’s what you were hoping she wouldn’t do. Instead, she looked at the screen behind you as she ventured forwards. You glanced back at the monitor and can’t see how it’s anything of much interest. To anyone else it might be, but your girlfriend had seen it all before. 

  “Find anything good?” She asked as she stood so close to your side that her arms were brushing your own. 

  You were on NASA’s website, the secure part, the part you had to do some amateur hacking to get into. You had done it before. In fact, you frequented the site from time to time though not nearly as much as you used to. It had lost its appeal since the first time aliens invaded and had put an end to the question of life on other planets. S.H.I.E.L.D held the information that was of real interest to you, but NASA uploaded prettier pictures in their reports. 

  “They think they’ve found a black hole that’s going to collapse in on itself in a few thousand years. Last month S.H.I.E.L.D said Carol Danvers confirmed it collapsed years ago,” you shrugged. Your girlfriend hummed. “How was your day?” You asked after a long moment. 

  “Shit. I need you to look up a report for me, something under the name Dmitriev,” she continued. You didn’t push it, no matter how much you wished you could talk normally about your days like other couples did. Instead, you made your way into S.H.I.EL.D’s system as your girlfriend disappeared to grab a drink, knowing it could take you a while to get in in a way that ensured you wouldn’t be detected. Dozens of challenging (though not impenetrable) firewalls later, you were browsing the system as Rae spelt out the name to you. Nothing appeared. You heard a frustrated huff behind you and tried again in an encrypted corner of the system. Nothing. You could feel the fuse shortening, closing in on something eruptive. 

  You swallowed the small lump in your throat and tried to take a moment to think. You had never searched anything specific in S.H.I.E.L.D before, only ever browsing through the categories that caught your interest, making you question more what your girlfriend wanted with such specific information from the division. She had never asked for anything like that before, only ever sharing your curiosity in what was going on beyond your atmosphere. Hacking wasn’t your job, just a hobby. 

  You heard the barstool scrape across the wooden floor a couple feet behind you and a dull clink as Rae set her drink down on the worktop and sat down, eyes boring into the screen the same way they did to you when she wanted something you were reluctant to give. Then an idea came to mind and you hurriedly ran your homemade scanner extension over the screen, revealing a single report file titled ‘Dmitriev’. Rae was at your side in an instant. 

  She didn’t stop you from opening the file yourself, nor did she say anything as you realised you were reading a forty page document about a Hydra operative that was currently in a S.H.I.E.L.D safehouse. You frowned as you read on, willing yourself to stop because you knew information like that was harmful to possess and that you had put yourself in danger the moment you opened the document. Yet you continued and sat there in silence for a full half an hour. You only stopped reading once you felt light kisses being peppered along the side of your neck. 

  “Good job,” Rae muttered against you as you craned your neck and she moved to straddle your legs. Her lips moved to the side of yours as she held your face in her hands, helping you forget all of the questions that were building. She always had a way of making you disregard right and wrong. “Good girl,” she continued and finally kissed you properly. Your head was spinning, it wasn’t often she got like that. 

  Her hand ventured into the waistband of your sweatpants in a silent promise of a long, tender night. She was gentle, insatiable and rewarding at every moment’s peak until you had nothing left to give. You were entirely consumed in one another both in motions and mind, as though there was nothing outside of your proximity and an illusion that nothing would ever compare that connection of sensations. She was your universe and it was devastatingly easy to forget that you were far, far less than that to her. 

  Rae’s strikingly good mood lasted for several more days that you were glad to have cherished. Your willful illusion of peace was shattered when she threw a vase at you, one that you had bought a few weeks prior. As the emptiness crept up on you, so did the questions about your S.H.I.E.L.D search that you would never ask aloud, until one night, when Rae was out with people you had never been introduced to, you returned to your computer and went through the motions to find the file. This time, when you opened the document, blood red letters covered the entirety of the first page. 

  ‘Deceased’. 

  There were several new paragraphs in the document. You didn’t read them. You logged off the sight, turned your computer off and went to bed. What you didn’t know couldn’t haunt you. 

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

Feeling a sudden, inexplicable urge to track down and watch all of Charmed. I was a kid when it originally aired but now I am in my mid-30s and the correct age to appreciate its overhyped soap opera garbage charm. I think I could get interested in three sisters in too-shiny makeup wanting to kill and/or have sex with random hot male demons.

And the drama. Oh god the drama. Everything people complain and/or obsess over in Supernatural, Charmed did first, bigger, and with better music. One of the sisters marries and has kids with their resident guardian angel (called something else). One marries Satan (called something else) AT LEAST once; I have vague memories of romances with multiple Satans (being the ultimate evil is a transitive property in charmed). There's this complicated time travel plot about a good son going back in time to warn his mother about her evil son but the good son hasn't been born yet and his presence almost Marty McFlys himself so he has to secretly get his parents back together before his birthdate. A secret library with a magic school that's way less important than you'd think, Men of Letters-Style; a group of enlightened beings (or cultists? I forget a lot of the details) whose goal is to achieve world piece by gaining ultimate power and then just fucking deleting anyone from existence who behaves aggressively to anyone else. That show did insane shit that Supernatural wouldn't touch. Oh god I hope there's not an obsessive community out there shipping the sisters together. I bet there is, isn't there.

[okay-j-hannah]

A Merchant Sailor

Pirates of the Caribbean : Fic

Will Turner x Reader

Word Count: 3061

Warnings: Swarthy pirates fighting each other... Will being lied to... Will also being a sweetheart 

Request: “This is me absolutely begging and foaming at the mouth for you to write a Will Turner x reader. I’m fine with fluff or smut lmao. I have a couple ideas if you also want to write multiple (or blend them into 1), you totally don’t have to though. Being Jacks sister but also constantly making berth at Port Royale when you were younger, results in a close friendship between you and a certain Mr. Will Turner. The killer is, you always told Will your brother was a merchant and that you would accompany him on his trips. In reality, you were always off doing pirate things with Jack. Consequently, the day Jack broke into Mr. Brown’s smithery, you later arrived with Will. This resulted in a 2 on 1 fight (or maybe not) with a lot of confused looks being shared between Jack and yourself. Plus Will defending your honor” @gingerdissapointment

A/N: Pretending to be a merchant, you befriend Will Turner as you keep your pirating a secret, until your brother forces you to reveal the truth

Her sword clashed terribly with the swarthy pirates of the East Atlantic, fighting over hidden treasure beneath the sandy shores of a neutral island. She kicked up the dry sand, silencing the battle cry of the enemy.

He spit and scratched at his eyes as (Y/N) jabbed the sword into his stomach, shoving him aside. Whipping around the beach, Jack pranced away from a group of opposing pirates. She rolled her eyes at his wailing.

“For the love…” she ran after her brother, realizing that with the crew winning the battle, the other pirates were running for Jack. In his hands lay the key to the gold.

She waved off Cotton’s parrot and threw a dagger at Marty, the blade sticking into the sand, to give him a chance to cut the ropes around his wrists. Ahead was Jack and a quartet of pirates splashing along the shore.

The erratic steps of their captain sent seawater cascading onto his pursuers. The noise was enough cover for (Y/N) to pull another dagger from her many pockets and throw it at the furthest pirate. It sunk into the back of the assailants neck, sending him splashing into the sandy water.

The remaining three didn’t notice the bigger splash as they continued their cries of pursuit. (Y/N) was gaining on them, searching for another object to throw at them, silently thanking her brother for his distracting, wild methods of escape.

She spotted a mound of rock creeping out of the ocean and as they neared it, she grasped a pockmarked rock from the thick, muddy sand. Grunting from the momentum, she swung her arm wide and launched the weathered stone at the next pirate. She successfully cracked the top of his skull, forcing him to fall froward into the sea and salt.

The thunk of his unconscious body alerted his crewmate, a bare chested man with sunburnt skin. He seemed momentarily confused to see a much younger girl running at him.

It was enough of a distraction that he didn’t react to the elbow she rammed into him. With the speed of her steps it was the right amount of force to throw him from his feet. She slashed her sword across his legs as she tumbled forward, hopefully keeping him incapacitated and unable to follow further.

Adrenaline coursed past the burning of her muscles as she screamed at her brother, “I swear to God you will be carrying me back to the ship after I save your pitchy drunken arse!”

She reached the last assailant, tackling him into the salty shore. Her cry of accusation spoke through Jack’s panic, making him peek behind his shoulder and then stop altogether, completely perplexed as to why all four pirates chasing him just moments before were all in the seawater.

But a second longer he realized it was his little sister rolling around with the final pirate, splashing wet sand and salty water all around them.

“Oh,” Jack gasped, winded from his erratic run, “The cursed stowaway decides to be helpful.”

“Bastard,” she growled, finally pummeling the hilt of her sword against the pirates temple. “I was never a stowaway.”

Jack made a disgusted face as the pirate’s flailing limbs stilled against the shore. “You disturb me.”

“Likewise,” she breathed heavy, rising to her feet completely soaked and flecked with sand. “Do you run like that on purpose?”

“I have no idea what you mean.” He pushed past her, extracting the old rusty key needed for the hidden treasure of the island.

She wobbled on her shaky legs, “You look like you’re running on hot coals, prancing on your tiptoes like that.”

They followed their footsteps quickly being washed away by the frothy waves. They passed over the rocky pockmarked mound and after pausing in her bickering with her brother, found something half submerged in the water.

Saltwater seeping into her boots, she crouched and extracted a massive opalescent seashell. It glimmered in a rainbow of colors with the sunlight warming the face of it. It was peach and coral and lavender and seafoam and crystal blue.

It made her chapped lips smile at finding another relic of the ocean for her best friend.

During the many adventures of Jack Sparrow and his stubborn little sister, they managed a few trips to the provenance of Port Royal. There (Y/N) had befriended a young blacksmith apprentice.

At the age of thirteen she was mastering the art of pickpocketing and stealing small objects from markets and stores. On her way to swipe a few daggers from the outside barrel, Will Turner had come out with grease stained hands and a soot covered face.

She quickly dropped the blades back in the barrel.

Will looked her up and down, a young lad of her similar age. “Can I help you?” He eyed the hand she hid behind her back.

“Just… looking for a gift,” she cleared her throat, “For my brother.”

“You want to give him a sword?” Will rubbed his dirty hands along his apprentice apron, “Is he a part of the Navy?”

She blinked a few times, “He’s a merchant. We sail to different ports to sell our goods.”

The answer seemed to put him more at ease. He believed her. “I could see where a sword might be helpful. There are less friendly types along distant shores – pirates and the like.”

She nodded slowly.

There was a pause before he continued, “I’m William Turner.” He seemed bashful to extend his grimy hand.

She gave a shy smile, weeks at sea with a motely crew and her pirate brother made her yearn for friends and company. She slowly accepted his hand, “I’m (Y/N).”

“And your surname?”

“Just (Y/N),” she smiled.

He smiled back, “It’s not proper to call a lady by her first name.”

She almost gawked – it was the most manners she’d seen in years, “I have no other name.”

“Your family name?” he asked, a little line appearing between his brows. “What of your brother?”

“We were orphaned at a young age,” she shrugged, “There was no record of our full titles.”

Will nodded solemnly, “I’m sorry.”

She looked towards the ground, “I’ll tell my brother of your smithery. Perhaps we’ll visit again.”

A desire to give her more of a reason to see him again, Will extracted a freshly polished sword from the wall. “Here, use this for your gift.”

“But I haven’t any money,” she said quietly.

“Then I’m gifting it to you,” he grinned, “I’m learning to make swords, I’ll just make another to replace this one.”

She laughed, “Thank you, Mr. Turner. I should do well to return the favor in the future.”

He passed over the hilt, “I look forward to our next meeting, Miss…” He seemed to struggle for a moment, “Miss. (Y/N).”

Five years had passed since that initial meeting and at reaching adolescence, (Y/N) was excitedly walking the streets of Port Royal to find the smithery. Over the years she had developed the habit of collecting trinkets and objects of her travels to show Will.

He still believed her to be a merchant, learning the trade from her honorable elder brother. And he found himself looking hopefully towards the white sails of the docks more than once to see her briny steps.

He longed for her visits, growing accustomed to her witty banter, wild stories, and lovely smile. And in the meantime, he practiced the art of black smithery and fashioned her intricate and deadly weapons, hoping to be of help as she sold them at the next port.

In reality (Y/N) was using these gifted weapons in her adventures pillaging islands and seeking treasure with her pirate crew.

To make herself feel somewhat better about all the lying, she sought to gift bits of all the gold and treasure she found to Will. He always got so excited to see things from beyond the shores of Port Royal.

“Mr. Turner,” she said orderly, “The coals have gone cold. What are you doing dallying about?”

Will turned from his workshop table, smile already on his clean shaven face. The summer had been kind to him, growing a couple inches and broadening his shoulders since the last time they met.

“Miss. (Y/N),” he said quietly, as if relieved she had come back at all. It was easy to imagine horrors befalling her while at sea, “You can’t imagine how good it is to see you.”

They hugged each other, (Y/N) laughing and Will grinning. He apologized for getting soot on her cheek, attempting to rub it away, “I’m so sorry.”

“Not at all,” she waved his fingers away, not wishing to have him feel how flushed the action made her.

He seemed in a similar state as a pink color flooded high on his cheekbones. “You’ve brought me more souvenirs?” he said as he spotted the bundle under her arm.

“Yes,” she said eagerly, “You’ll never believe what I found.” She went to the workshop table and laid out a roll of leathery animal skin, a few jagged shark teeth, and the opalescent seashell she found on her last adventure.

“Did you trade for some shark?” he laughed, touching the dried, scaly shark skin.

(Y/N) smiled, remembering the time she killed the reef shark while circling the coral shoreline of a tiny island. She was alone in a paddleboat and saw the opportunity to stick her sword through the predators skull.

“Yes, I’d say it was a rather lucky trade. Can’t you use this skin to make sword handles?”

He nodded, “That I can.” He looked at her from the corner of his eye, shy in how much he wanted to look. He never knew how long it would be between visits and while she was there he wanted to soak up every second.

“How long are you here?” he asked, hopefully.

(Y/N) bit the inside of her cheek, “Three days.”

Will sighed, nodding to himself, “Well then, we’ll just have to make the most of the next three days.” He untied his apron and made sure the furnace was cut off from heating more fuel.

“What is there to do that we haven’t already done?” she laughed, remembering days of captaining sailboats, sword fighting in the square, climbing palm trees, and catching crabs.

Will seemed undeterred by the question, “There’s plenty to do. We haven’t swum in the pools by the cove. We haven’t gone for tea in town. We haven’t ever attended the Governor’s Ball before.”

“The Governor’s Ball,” she scoffed, “Please, Will – a merchant has no place at a ball.” A pirate has no place near the highest powers of the British garrison.

“Don’t worry, I know people in town. We can find you a dress and I can teach you anything you’re worried about.” He returned to her side and took her hands, “Let me take you dancing.”

She looked at him in wonder, “You’d take me dress shopping?”

He smiled and gave a quiet nod, “I figured we’re not kids anymore, (Y/N). We could… we could go to a ball together.”

She squeezed his hands a bit tighter, “All right,” she smiled, “All right, but only if we can still go hunting for coconuts and go horseback riding through the town.”

“Whatever you want,” he grinned, “I’d go pirating just to spend another day with you.”

She froze, still with a smile on her face, “Would you really?”

He shrugged, “Maybe.”

~~~

A few years later and (Y/N) had found herself back in Port Royal and scouring the streets for her idiot brother.

After a long time coming mutiny from Barbossa, Jack was left stranded with nothing but a pistol. (Y/N) having fought and spit and destroyed half the Black Pearl to keep the mutiny from happening, she was left to the brig.

As skillful as she was, (Y/N) was out of the prison within a day, finding her way to a paddleboat and rowing for the remote island Jack was on. She was soon picked up by a real merchant boat that passed rumors of a peculiar wily man telling stories of roped sea turtles.

It led her to the nearest ports to where she learned Jack had stolen a sailboat that was headed to Port Royal.

And there she was in search of the pirate, hoping she could stop him before he did anything terribly stupid.

She spotted a curious number of redcoats marching in the streets. She tried to keep them from her mind as she nodded to some of the shopkeepers that recognized her from previous visits.

That was until she noticed a heavily scarfed man sneaking into the smithery, beads and all. She groaned, running for the shop.

“Jack,” she whispered, closing the wooden door behind her with a click of the lock. “What the devil are you doing here?”

He was hanging by the cogs of the donkey operated machine, accomplishing his goal of breaking his chained wrists apart.

“(Y/N)?” he said, “How did you find me?” He peered over his shoulder as if to see the army it must’ve taken to track him down to Port Royal.

She rolled her eyes, “After years pirating with me you still doubt my capabilities. I wasn’t about to stay on the Pearl with Barbossa and his stupid monkey.”

“I’ve found myself in a bit of a problem,” he said, brandishing the cuffs on his wrists.

“I can see that,” she cursed, hands on her hips, “You’ve got the entire British army knocking down every door.”

Speaking of which, someone was coming through the front.

“Damn,” (Y/N) whispered, feeling her brother drag her into a hiding place.

It was Will coming home, no doubt, from dropping off another well forged sword. He settled into the shop, inspecting his tools when he came upon a hat.

A pirate hat.

(Y/N) glared at her brother and bared her teeth, “You piss poor excuse for a pirate.”

Jack leapt from his hiding place, sword in hand to take back what was his. He directed the blade at Will’s chest.

“You’re the one they’re hunting,” Will said. “The pirate.”

“You seem somewhat familiar – have I threatened you before?”

(Y/N) smacked her face with a hand, scrounging for the nearest sword, which wasn’t hard considering they were in a blacksmith. She watched carefully as Will and Jack shared a few feints and parries with their swords.

She was impressed to see that Will had continued to practice his swordplay.

It wasn’t until a hurling sword stuck itself in the door that (Y/N) made her appearance.

“Will, stop!” she cried, brandishing her weapon, “Please, leave him alone.”

“(Y/N)?” he questioned, focus momentarily off his target, “When did you get to Port Royal?”

Jack had extracted his own sword, “Come along, dearest. It’s best we leave.”

Will flipped his head between the pair of them, “Excuse me?”

“I’m really sorry about this, Will.” She swallowed hard, sidestepping towards the window as Jack did the same, “But we need to go.”

“You and…?” he frowned, “The pirate?”

“My brother.”

Stunned, Will almost missed the attack coming from Jack. He swooped to the furnace and pulled out a red hot sword, blocking the incoming blow.

(Y/N) screamed, “Jack! Leave him alone!”

The pair of them struck and danced and parried around the forge – Will angrier than (Y/N) had ever seen him.

“How do you know (Y/N)?” he demanded.

Jack made a face as he blocked another blade, “How do you know (Y/N)?”

“He’s my brother, Will,” she cried, stomping her way to where she might join the swordfight. “I lied about him being a merchant.”

“A merchant,” Jack grimaced, “Could’ve done better with the lying, love.”

“(Y/N) is not a liar,” Will gained a few steps with his hard hitting blows, “She is an honest woman and a fair fighter.”

Her sword came between them, directing Will’s into the ground, “I’m sorry, Will.”

He was breathing heavy, bewildered, “But he’s a pirate.”

Jack pointed his sword in (Y/N)’s direction, exasperated, “SHE’S a pirate!”

Will gave him a scathing glare before completely disregarding his weapon and tackling Jack to the ground. They rolled around the hay and dirt as (Y/N) shouted at them.

“This is not how to handle a misunderstanding, Will! Jack, pull yourself together with what little dignity you have left. For God’s sake…” She planted herself between the brawling pair and shoved Jack to the side, keeping him from launching a counterattack.

“What is he so hellbent on protecting your name for?” Jack wheezed, using one of his many scarves to dab at his neck.

Will was boiling, “(Y/N) is an honorable woman and I won’t have you slander her name with titles like pirate. She is respectable and good and not at all capable of what you’re suggesting.” He looked towards (Y/N), “I refuse to think of the most important person to me as a criminal.”

(Y/N)’s mouth fell open, “Will…”

“Well, I hate to break it to you, mate,” Jack said, twirling his sword around, “But she’s my sister. And by association – a pirate.”

Will let his arms hang limp at his sides, staring at (Y/N)’s feet – unable to meet her eyes. “Is that true?”

“I knew I wouldn’t be welcome if I told you what I really was,” she grimaced, “I didn’t plan on us becoming friends.”

He closed his eyes, breathing deeply, “All those gifts you gave me…”

“Listen, Will…” she didn’t dare take a step forward, “I know you’re mad. But I never lied about anything else. I never pretended around you. This is me, pirate or not. You know me. And this is not how I would’ve told you, but for the sake of me not getting hanged today – could you please let us go.”

Will looked deep in an inner turmoil, fists clenching as he fought over her words. Jack was still trying to yank out the sword pinning the door closed.

“I haven’t forgiven you…” he muttered, letting out a great sigh, “But there’s a path out back you can take for the docks.”

(Y/N) nodded, “Thank you.” She placed a hand on his arm while on her way out. “I’ll come find you tonight.”

He clenched his jaw, but finally looked at her, “Just come back safe.”

Her heart beat a little harder, a little warmer, “I will.”

~~~

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Gilmore girls boyfriend ranking (these are my opinions you are allowed to disagree but like don’t yell at me please I’m fragile)

1. Dave (my beloved has never done anything wrong in his life ever)

2. Jess (he screws up A LOT but he gains points for s6 and for being my little meow meow)

3. Morey (he serenades his wife daily, need I say more?)

4. Kirk (10/10 devotion will not even LOOK at another woman even if it mean crossing the street with his eyes closed)

5. Luke (I love him he waited EIGHT YEARS for her but he loses points for s6/7)

6. Richard (he screws up sometimes but he’s Emily’s no.1 fan devoted 4 life they’re made for each other)

7. Max (good guy had rizz but just not The Guy unfortunately)

8. Alex (it’s billy burke the only reason he’s not higher is we barely see him but he is good vibes and like the only guy we see get on with lorelai’s friends)

9. Jason (funny but not The Guy, plus kinda a snob. I like Jason though he’s entertaining, even if the idea of him and Lorelai actually having sex does not compute in my brain AT ALL)

10. Jamie (he was sweet and kinda deserved better tbh still a little boring)

11. Doyle (devoted and entertaining but a little boring at times - I wanted more for Paris)

12. Marty (we all know a Marty and I hate to say it but I think he’d be a terrible boyfriend and a bad kisser)

13. Jackson (mad points lost for lying about having a vasectomy that was not cool man)

14. Henry (he bailed on lane - fool)

15. Logan (I’m sorry but he loses SO MANY points for gaslighting those scenes trigger me so hard)

16. Tristan (he loses points for actual harassment but at least he’s mildly complex)

17. Zach (I hate him)

18. Christopher (no)

19. Dean (the hardest no)

20. Asher (die)

I’ve probably forgotten someone I made this in a fever dream like four months ago and decided to post it on a whim lol

[jaydencoolguy]

George's Color Schemes: A BTTF Analysis

I noticed some symbolism and characterization George has with his different color palettes. Let's see what they are! (Warning: VERY long analysis ahead)

Twin Pines George (Original 1985) - White, gray, and black (monochrome colors): George's color palette is monochrome to show how, well, monochrome his life is. It shows that his life, and even George himself, is sad, dull, and boring. These colors represent how dispassionate he is. Gray represents how indifferent and modest he is due to him being unable to stand up for himself and letting others walk all over him, seemingly not caring enough. Since George has no confidence, passion, or liveliness, he has no color. His palette reflects how bland and colorless he is.

1955 George - Blue and gray (+ some white and black): George's palette is similar to his future self in the original timeline, but with a lot of blue added to the mix. Blue represents his shyness, passiveness, and possibly sadness too. The monochrome colors mirror his 1985 TP palette, showing how he pretty much stayed the same throughout his life. However, the blue is there to show he still has some color and passion in him, albeit hidden; he loves writing and sci-fi, and would be willing to stand up for himself/others if pushed to do so. The blue is not very vibrant, but it's there. His palette is calm and mellow, just like he is, which also pushes the passive aspect of his character. The colors are overall not very vibrant, which shows how reclusive and unconfident he is, but the palette isn't boring because he still has a lot of personality in him. TP George practically had all of his liveliness drained, hence his lack of color.

Lone Pine George (Fixed 1985) - Red, gray, and white (+ a little black): Red is a way more vibrant color, showing George's increase in confidence and passion. He is more successful and lively now. Red is considered to be a fiery and passionate color, which reflects George in the Lone Pine timeline. However, his color scheme still has gray and white to balance it. He still has monochrome colors in his palette, showing that he is, after all the changes, still George. Gray and white show how he is still calm and collected, but with red standing out to show how he's more confident and passionate. Additionally, his palette compliments his 1955 palette, showing how he changed in some ways but is still himself in others. Instead of having his color drained like in the original timeline, his color changed instead, becoming more vibrant!

The prominent color changes show how George fluctuated throughout the movie, with different colors representing different aspects of his personality. He went from having no passion/confidence (TP), to having some passion/confidence (1955), and finally having a lot of passion/confidence (LP). Even so, there is still some consistency within his character; his kindness and calmness. The consistent colors throughout all three of his palettes are the monochromatic colors, which mellow and balance out the other colors. They represent his consistent calmness and maturity throughout the different versions of George. The monochrome colors are consistent because his calm and collectiveness are. His kind and relaxed nature is an overarching aspect of his character. The different color schemes show that George changed a lot, but he's still himself.

Also, Marty's color schemes primarily consist of orange, red, and blue. His palette is very vibrant and colorful, showing his confidence and passion. The orange and red contrasts/compliments George's blues in 1955, and Lone Pine 1985 George's red matches with Marty because he was the one who helped him gain confidence. There's a lot of meaning when you associate red/orange with confidence. Additionally, the blue in Marty's palette, although not as prominent, matches the blue 1955 George has!

Thanks for reading! I enjoy analyzing details like this in Back to the Future, despite how small they are. It just goes to show how there's so much to think about once you look closer. I hope you enjoy this analysis, feel free to add onto this post too!

[tameodesza]

To All the Men Shawn's Ever Loved

Headcanon about Shawn’s dating history in some random AU in my head, lol. Inspired by this post by @piratewithvigor about Shawn and his 5 boyfriends 🤭

Marty: 7 years ―୨୧⋆ ˚

Shawn dated around a lot in his youth, but Marty was his first long-term serious relationship

They met at the start of their careers before teaming together in smaller promotions. Marty chased after Shawn rigorously, the blond being hard to get.

It wasn’t that Shawn didn’t find Marty attractive, but he’d made a promise to his brothers that he’d never date a wrestler. They didn’t have the best track record in relationships, and Shawn’s older brothers didn’t want him to get his heart broken. If only he’d listened.

Marty eventually won Shawn over with how sweet he was, and how interested he seemed to learn about Shawn rather than deducing him to just a pretty face. They took things slow and Shawn finally said yes to the idea of a relationship after Marty had kissed him after leaving a show.

Things were pretty good in the first few years, but the relationship eventually became super toxic, especially around the time Shawn began to gain more popularity and success than Marty.

But they still tried to make it work, Shawn more so than Marty, because of how long they’d been together. Shawn wasn’t willing to give up so easily on a man he considered the love of his life.

But love wasn’t enough to combat their constant relationship problems – trust issues, jealousy, fighting, cheating, etc.

After another pointless argument, Shawn had enough and asked for a break.

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Kevin: 3 years ―୨୧⋆ ˚

Shawn wasn’t used to being a single man, and after meeting Kevin, his “break” with Marty swiftly turned into an official breakup.

Shawn was attracted to Kevin the moment he saw him on WCW in that ridiculous Oz gimmick. When Kevin came to the WWF, everything just seemed to click between them. They got along well, Kevin didn’t care about the heat Shawn had backstage, and they seemed to have the same sense of humor with Kevin being just as goofy as Shawn.

Kevin had only been there for two weeks before they got together, Shawn determined to scoop him up before someone else could. Being with Kevin was the freest Shawn felt in ages. It was definitely an adjustment to go from his previous relationship to someone who was so laid back, gentle, caring, loving, and protective in a non-possessive way.

Kevin helped to build back up the confidence that Marty had torn down. He was the perfect man for Shawn and it should’ve been a perfect relationship. But in true Shawn Michaels fashion, nothing could ever be that simple.

Despite being with a man that treated him better, Shawn carried over the toxic traits he’d learned from his previous relationship with Marty and basically self-sabotaged his relationship with Kevin. Their problems usually stemmed from Shawn’s lies, jealousy, and trust issues. Which eventually progressed to him picking fights with Kevin just to get a reaction out of the man.

But Kevin was nothing like Marty, and he was too mature and level headed to fall for Shawn’s antics, which only seemed to make Shawn angrier. But Kevin had learned not to feed into the anger, knowing that Shawn would eventually cool off and apologize before crawling into his awaiting arms.  

Their relationship reached a boiling point when Kevin told Shawn he was leaving for WCW. Shawn barely registered Kevin’s explanation before he was yelling at the man, saying he was selfish, that he was abandoning him, that Kevin didn’t love him and was only chasing after Scott.

That caused Kevin to lose his cool, his frustrations spilling over as he cursed out Shawn, offended that the blond would question his love for him and insinuate something between him and Scott. The argument ended with Kevin calling Shawn clingy, which was more of an honest observation than an insult, and Shawn telling him to go fuck himself. Who was Kevin to call him clingy? He’d show him clingy, alright.

That night sealed the fate of their relationship when Shawn did the unthinkable and cheated on Kevin with none other than the hitman, Bret Hart.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ . ✦. ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦.

Bret: 1 year ―୨୧⋆ ˚

My fav ship, but they don’t have a happy ending in this timeline 😭 (sorry hartbreak fans!)

Marty and Shawn’s relationship walked so Bret and Shawn’s could run, both men being equally as toxic but somewhat addicted to each other.

Their relationship had not-so-humble beginnings that spawned from Shawn’s infidelity. And what started from sex eventually grew into an unhealthy codependent relationship with both men using each other to fill some kind of void, Bret fresh from a divorce and Shawn still heartbroken from Kevin dumping him.

It may have been Shawn’s shortest relationship, but it was hands down the most intense relationship he’d experienced on so many levels. 

The love was intense, both men love bombing each other as soon as they were official, quick to let everyone know the other was off limits. Bret specifically made it his mission to show excessive PDA with Shawn whenever Kevin was around, and he continued to do so up until Kevin left for WCW. Shawn was often unaware, just happy to receive Bret’s affection.

Their fights were intense, others often thinking the two would kill each other if someone didn’t step in. They’d gotten kicked out of hotel rooms on multiple occasions due to noise complaints or damage that had been done due to one of them throwing shit around the room. Many of their fights had centered around Kevin, Bret’s jealousy leading him to believe that Shawn was still in love with the man, and Shawn’s annoyance at Bret constantly bringing up his ex.

And best, or worst depending on how you look at it, was that the sex was intense. Shawn had been introduced to so many new kinks, toys, and sex positions because of Bret, and his orgasms were unlike anything he’d ever experienced, the blond often coming multiple times before Bret’s climax. Shawn found that the sex was best when they were mad at each other, thus beginning his unhealthy obsession with riling up Bret, leading to an explosive fight and the most erotic hate sex. It was almost as good as the passionate makeup sex that followed.

Overall, sex was really what kept each other coming back. But beyond their attraction, there wasn’t any substance to the relationship. They hadn’t learned anything important about each other like birthdays, favorite colors, likes/dislikes, etc., which one could say led to many of their arguments because they didn’t really have a good understanding of each other. 

Shawn made the mistake many times of comparing Bret to Kevin because, honestly, he’d never gotten over the man. And deep down, he wished to work things out with him, but Kevin had made it very clear that he wanted nothing to do with Shawn after what he’d done.

So he settled for what he could get, but Bret wasn’t Kevin. He didn’t have Kevin’s patience and wasn’t one to tiptoe around his words to protect Shawn’s feelings.

But just like with his relationship with Marty, Shawn was hesitant to rip the band aid off despite how bad things had gotten between them. He’d grown accustomed to dysfunction, and he’d much rather put up with that than being alone.

The relationship only ended when Shawn got a taste of his own medicine. They say you lose him how you get him, and those words were never truer when Shawn found out that Bret had cheated on him with Sunny.

No surprise, the breakup was messy. Bret and Shawn had argued in front of the whole locker room, almost getting into a fight before Hunter and Chyna pulled Shawn away. But Shawn was a spiteful man and wasn’t going to let that be the last of it.

He keyed Bret’s car in the parking lot and threw a brick through the driver’s side window as an added bonus. Bret didn’t find out about it until the end of the show when leaving the arena. He was pissed and this led to him and Shawn actually fighting in the bathroom backstage the next week, Bret ripping out a few strands of Shawn’s hair in the process.

But Shawn got the last laugh in Montreal when Bret was screwed out of the WWF title.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ . ✦. ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦.

Undertaker: 4 years ―୨୧⋆ ˚

Shawn was as a broken man after his breakup with Bret, and even more so after the screwjob. Aside from DX, no one in the locker room wanted anything to do with him regardless of him telling people he wasn’t involved in screwing Bret out of the title (a lie no one believed).

It was the loneliest he’d felt in some time and certainly the longest he’d gone being single, which he had a hard time dealing with. Being the third wheel of Hunter and Chyna certainly didn’t help.

Undertaker had gained the same disdain towards Shawn as many of the guys had after the screwjob, steering clear of the blond at all costs. But he was also a professional and was willing to put his pride aside to do his job. So when Vince came to him about a possible feud with Shawn and a casket match, Undertaker agreed to it, albeit begrudgingly.

Ironically, their relationship began after Undertaker had injured Shawn’s back on that casket.

He felt absolutely devastated after hearing of Shawn’s upcoming back surgery that was a result of the casket clipping his back. When the words ‘career-ending injury’ began floating around, he felt sick to his stomach from guilt, blaming himself for the accident.

After Shawn’s surgery, Undertaker sent numerous ‘get well soon’ cards and flowers to Shawn’s hospital room. Shawn initially thought it was from his family or Hunter, but the cards never identified a sender. It wasn’t until Undertaker visited him in the hospital, the only wrestler outside of Shawn’s friends to come see him, that everything came together.

Undertaker was expecting to receive anger, insults, a spew of curses, anything other than the appreciative smile Shawn gave him when he sat at his bedside. The conversation was light, pleasant even, ending with Shawn telling Undertaker not to blame himself for his injury. He didn’t blame him, so the dead man shouldn’t do the same.

The visits became more frequent and once Shawn was released from the hospital, Undertaker had even taken some time off the road to look after Shawn in Texas. It was during that time at Shawn’s home that they officially got together. 

Being with Undertaker was vastly different than Shawn’s previous partners. It was almost a bit odd being with a man that was so thoughtful, yet also not afraid to call Shawn out on his shit. Undertaker had a very no-nonsense demeanor that Shawn respected and was drawn to.

At that point in his life, Shawn was done playing games, no longer interested in the drama of relationships. He didn’t want to pick fights or throw hissy fits. He wanted something easy. Simple. And that’s what they had.

During his time with Undertaker, Shawn had matured the most. Undertaker helped him better understand his emotions, reflect on his past, and realize what wanted in life going forward. It may have also helped that Shawn was completely sober due to him taking medication, which Undertaker made sure he wasn’t misusing.

Undertaker was very instrumental in helping Shawn train to go back to the WWF, now WWE, in 2002. A lot had changed in Shawn’s absence, and he was honestly insecure and a little bit scared to return. He didn’t know if the fans would even care about him returning. And he knew a few of the boys backstage wouldn’t be happy. But Undertaker was always there to kiss away his worries, ensuring him that everything would be ok. They would be together, and he wouldn’t let anything bad happen to Shawn.

Shawn didn’t know their relationship could get any stronger, but it surely did after his return to the company. For the first time, Shawn was able to see what it was like to have a healthy relationship on the road. Undertaker didn’t question him of his whereabouts backstage or hover over him at the bar. He trusted Shawn and Shawn trusted him, knowing that they’d always end the night in each other’s arms at the hotel.

They broke up some time in 2004. The breakup was amicable, and there were no cars keyed in the parking lot this time. Shawn wanted to take some time to focus on himself and his career, which Taker completely understood as they’d both been putting their career over their relationship. Undertaker also needed to focus on his own personal issues, especially with his brother Kane. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, it was best for Shawn’s safety for them to be apart for the time being.

As mutual as the decision was, it was still a painful breakup for the two. They really loved each other, and always would, but they had their own paths in life that didn’t seem to involve each other at the moment. They figured if it was meant to be, they’d find each other again. 

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ . ✦. ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦.

Hunter: 2006 - Present ―୨୧⋆ ˚

To be honest Shawn should’ve seen this one coming.

Hunter had been Shawn’s best friend since 1996. He thought Shawn was the most beautiful man he’d ever seen when he first met him, and he’d almost made a move on the blond until he learned that Shawn was dating Kevin. Hunter settled on being good friends with Shawn and began dating Chyna shortly after.

As he and Shawn grew into best friends, his interest in the shorter man never wavered. Unfortunately for him, he never had an opportunity to pursue Shawn in their younger years as either he or Shawn always seemed to be in a relationship while the other was single.

And the one time that they were both single, they weren’t on speaking terms. They’d gotten into a heated argument where Shawn called Hunter a backstabbing friend and accused him of using him to get to the top. Hunter was fed up with taking the brunt of Shawn’s anger and they both didn’t speak to each other for over a year after that.

Surprisingly, it was Kevin that reunited the two, encouraging Hunter to talk to Shawn and hear him out. After hearing about Shawn’s injury and back surgery, Kevin was quick to call the blond, concerned about his well-being. Though they hadn’t ended on good terms, he would always care for him.

They’d kept in touch sparingly since then and through their short conversations, Kevin learned of Shawn’s falling out with Hunter. Shawn was a stubborn man and Kevin knew that no matter how sorry Shawn sounded over the phone, Hunter would need to make the first move to fix their friendship. And after learning how sorry Shawn was, that’s what Hunter did.

He still held a bit of anger towards Shawn, but he missed him. And after a tearful reunion, their friendship was back even stronger, and so was his feelings for the blond. Feelings that had never left. But Hunter soon learned it was too late to pursue anything as Shawn had been dating Undertaker.

So just as he had in 1996, Hunter settled on being a good best friend to Shawn. And he was ok with that. They had so much to catch up on, and Hunter was just happy to have his buddy back.

Shawn and Hunter didn’t get together until 2006 after DX reunited. They’d already been close after rekindling their friendship but being DX once again and constantly being surrounded by each other while also never getting sick of the other really solidified their feelings for one another. That and the kiss Shawn gave Hunter on New Year’s Eve. 

For the first time, Shawn felt confident as he went into his relationship with Hunter. He was in a better headspace, had matured, and instead of carrying over toxic traits of past relationships, he carried over the lessons he’d learned over the years, determined to make this relationship last because he not only cared for Hunter as a lover but as a best friend. He’d already built up an immense amount of love for the man, and he didn’t want to ruin their relationship again. Also, Shawn was getting up there in age and was ready to settle down.

Being with Hunter made Shawn wish he’d made the decision sooner. They just got each other. Many times Shawn wouldn’t need to say anything, just give Hunter a look and the man would know what he was thinking.

Hunter was always so tender with him, probably afraid that Shawn would break or revert to his old ways at the slightest hiccup, which Shawn wasn’t going to allow to happen.

Shawn loved that Hunter was very affectionate, always touching him in some kind of way whether it’s holding his hand, hugging him every chance he got, playing with his hair, or tugging on his pocket to bring him closer.

Their fights were minimal, or at least they fought the least out of any of Shawn’s relationships. But when they did fight, it wasn’t the usual screaming matches Shawn was accustomed to. They talked to each other calmly with level heads, both hearing each other out before making a point. And they’d always end the conversation with a hug and an ‘I love you.’

Shawn’s sure Hunter’s the one after the man gets injured in 2007. Seeing Hunter in the hospital in so much pain and not being able to do anything about it broke Shawn.

He took time off the road to help Hunter with his injury, much like Undertaker had done for him. Being with Hunter every day so close in such an intimate setting of Hunter’s Connecticut home made Shawn realize he wanted to spend the rest of his life with him. And any man that could make Shawn endure the cold Connecticut winters deserved his heart.

The proposal was impromptu, Shawn whipping out the ring after Hunter’s physical therapy session. It was bittersweet, more sweet than bitter, since Hunter wanted to be the one to propose first. He’d been planning on doing it and would have done it sooner had it not been for his injury. 

But as he looked into Shawn’s beautiful teary blue eyes, he said yes, of course, and they were married on New Year’s Eve of that year, sharing the same kiss that started their relationship.

Looking back on the past, as painful as it was, Shawn wished he could thank all of the men he’d ever loved for teaching him how to love and helping him grow into the husband he was today. 

[knickynoo]

Back to the Future: The Animated Series, s02ep013 "Verne Hatches an Egg"

✨Last episode of the series!✨

Previous episodes linked here.

In this episode: Verne gains a cute little buddy, creepy Mr. Wisdom returns, and a jarring final moment with Real Doc

Well, friends, we've reached the end of our journey into the world of the animated series. It was almost exactly one year ago today that I posted my review of the first episode, and it's been a super fun project to work on. I'm kind of sad to be done with it.

Let's see what this last episode has in store for us, shall we?

We start in the lab, where Doc is making adjustments to his latest invention, the "ELB Pediatric Policer."

It's basically a lie detector designed to be worn by children, lol. When a child does something they know is wrong, or if they lie about something, it flashes with lights and blares a siren. He plans to present it at the Annual Convention of the Home Inventors of Mad Geniuses.

Gonna be real with you, Doc—not sure how I feel about this invention. Sounds like a good way to raise very anxious, paranoid children.

Anyway, this reminds Doc of something that happened to Verne when he was doing show and tell one day.

The cartoon begins with someone attempting the steal the DeLorean. They're shrouded in shadows, but it's pretty clear that it's Verne. He's got a pretty high track record for DeLorean thievery. Doc's security system catches him, though, locking him into the car, setting off an alarm, and taking a picture, which is sent directly to Doc's room.

Quick little sidenote, but I don't think I've mentioned that Doc regularly calls Clara "Clarabelle" over the course of the series. When he's woken up by the alarm system, it's the name he uses to call to her, and I was like, "huh. why have I never written about this in my posts?" I looked it up, and Clarabelle (the spelling according to the subtitles on the DVD) is a variant of the more official spelling, which is Claribel. It means "bright and beautiful" but seems to be a pretty obscure name, as it's only listed at .009% usage at the height of its popularity in 1893.

So, I'm left wondering: Is the animated series implying that it's perhaps her "real" name, with Clara being her nickname? Or is this just an affectionate nickname Doc uses for Clara? And if it's a nickname, is it something Doc simply thought had a nice ring to it, or is it because he's secretly a big fan of the Disney character Clarabelle Cow??

That's Clarabelle with her boyfriend Horace Horsecollar, btw. If you even care.

Verne tells Doc that he was only taking the DeLorean so he could go looking for something cool to bring to show and tell. Doc decides to help him out by letting him borrow an arrowhead he has. Verne is psyched, but before he can even reach the school building, Biff Jr. intercepts him and demands his lunch money. He steals the arrowhead from Verne.

Verne's teacher isn't happy that he had nothing to show or tell about, and she tells him that if he doesn't bring in something the next day, she's going to make him play Prince Charming in the upcoming school play. Which is a really weird threat if you ask me!! How does one force a child into a lead role of a play he doesn't want to be in just because he didn't have show and tell? What kind of school is this?

Verne is horrified by this news on account of he'd have to kiss some girl named Beatrice. He says he'd rather be, "dead like a dinosaur" which gives him a sudden idea. I sense a bad decision coming! And I bet Marty is going to be in on it because he always enables Varne in these types of shenanigans.

Yep. I knew it.

The boys take a quick trip to prehistoric times, where Verne swipes a dino egg for show and tell.

Shortly after arriving home, the egg hatches, and Verne finds himself caretaker to the world's cutest dinosaur.

Look at that guy. (Verne faints when he sees it)

Within the hour, the dinosaur has already grown significantly, and it escapes outside to the yard, where Verne begs Jules to help in hiding him. Just then, they hear Doc approaching and quickly work to form a ridiculous story in which the dino is their friend who painted himself green because they're playing a game involving aliens.

They're able to get away with it on account of Einstein is so afraid of the dinosaur that he launches himself at Doc's face and refuses to move.

Doc decides to take Einie to the vet, leaving his sons and their "friend" to continue their game. Jules insists Verne return the dino, but Verne wants to keep him as a pet. He names him Tiny.

It doesn't take long for Tiny to go missing in town. He ends up at the Tannen home, where Biff Jr. is watching Mr. Wisdom (who you may remember from an episode earlier in the season). If you don't, you just need to know that Mr. Wisdom is an evil children's TV show host who also happens to be one of Doc's old college roommates.

Mr. Wisdom announces that he's offering $50,000 to any viewer who can capture and send in an alien, bigfoot, or dinosaur. Very unfortunate timing, huh? Biff captures Tiny and sends him into the Mr. Wisdom show. After airing a special episode featuring Tiny, Mr. Wisdom plans to kill him and sell pieces of him to research labs for money.

Thankfully, Verne comes clean to his parents, and they work together to form a plan and sneak onto the set to free Tiny.

When Mr. Wisdom starts his show and reveals the "dinosaur," it's really just Marty and Jules on stilts.

Jules looks just like the monkey in that one meme.

The family gets home and prepares to bring Tiny back where he belongs. Before he goes, he spits out a baby tooth, which Verne is excited to be able to take to show and tell.

With that story wrapped up, we go back to Real Doc, who teaches us a little about eggs using a raw one. While he's talking, he takes out the lunch he'd packed, of which one of the items is a hard-boiled egg. Can you guess what happens? Yeah, he mixes up the two eggs. After some time to think about it, he feels pretty confident that he's figured out which one is the hard-boiled one and. And he just BITES into the egg, shell and all, like an absolute lunatic. And he's wrong about it being the hard-boiled one.

Who does this? Who on EARTH eats a hard-boiled egg in this manner? Are you telling me that Doc regularly leaves the shells on his eggs and bites into them like an apple?? He eats the shells? Is that what I'm supposed to take away from this??

We're ending the animated series with the revelation that this is how our beloved scientist finds it acceptable to eat a hard-boiled egg?? What am I supposed to do with this now? How will I make peace with this information?

Join me next time for nothing. The animated series is over, folks. Doctor Emmett Brown eats eggshells.

Adiós.

[justanamesstuff]

hiii

I'm afraid that I lost you request time but it's no rush so...

I was thinking about dad!matty telling stories like the way he invented the man who married a robot but more childish (obviously lol) and maybe he makes the children part of the story 🥺

A/N: this warms my heart so much! Thanks for sending it, I'm sorry for the delay. Hope you like it!!

"Okay, sleep time!" Y/n announced to the three children lying on the couch downstairs.

"No!" Amelia and Arthur protested first, Ruth tried to join them as best as she could.

"Come on." she urged them, standing right to the living's room door.

"I'm not tired yet." Amelia folded her arms, still on the sofa. Her frown almost made her gave up.

"Mommy." Arthur crushed between her legs, looking up with his best puppy eyes.

She was losing, and they were noticing. "Bed, now." Y/n tried again.

"No!" A new choir of protests came from the kids' mouths.

"What's happenin' here?" Matty walked in.

"Bedtime."

"Oh..." his mouth formed an 'O' shape, Y/n rolled her eyes.

"No!"

"Bummer. I was thinking about telling you guys a story." that picked their attention. "A shame, really..." Matty winked his eyes to Y/n before turning around, exciting the room.

"Daddy!" Amelia was the first one to ran after him.

Arthur followed her big sister, meanwhile Ruth whinnied for Y/n to pick her.

*****

"Ready?" Matty asked.

Y/n laid down on Amelia's bed. Amelia took the space between her feet, because her siblings cuddled both of their mother's side. The little crowd was waiting for daddy to star with his story.

"Ready!" Y/n shouted back.

Suddenly, a cute rabbit Amelia had since she was months olds showed up, as well as half of Matty's arm. The kids laughed when their dad started telling the story.

"This one is Mat- Marty." he cleared his throat, changing his voice to make it lower. Y/n laughed at his antics. "Marty is a handsome and incredibly talented...rabbit. Our hero is in love with this beautiful lady...sorry, not a lady. A princess!"

Ruth clapped when her favourite fluffy friend showed up beside 'Marty'.

"Hello, princess." Matty continued. "Hi, Marty." the kids giggled, looking at the characters move around. "What a beautiful night, don't you think?" the rapid change of voice had Y/n trying not to hysterically laugh, ruining the entire play.

"Yes, this is a beautiful night."

"Not as gorgeous as you, my princess."

"Oh, Marty!"

"Would you like to take a walk with me?"

Matty moved the princess as if she was thinking about the proposal. He pushed the rabbit at the princess on one hand, when a new toy --it had a missing an eye and an arm-- showed up beside them.

"She's too good for you, mate." Matty came up with a third voice for the new guy. "Come with me, beautiful."

"No!" the kids shouted.

"Quiet!!" Matty faced the toy towards his children, gaining another round of protests. "What do you say, princess?"

The singer's voice dropping a few octaves again, "I don't know...what should I do guys?" the stuffed animal 'looking' at the kids.

"What do you say? Mel?"

"Go with Marty!" she exclaimed, the narrator behind the door kept quiet trying to contain his laugh.

"Yeah, Marty!"

Y/n went to ask Ruth, but she was asleep already. She kissed her forehead.

"What do you say, mother of these amazing children?" Matty asked Y/n.

Her husband was sometimes an idiot, even though she loved him.

"Mmm, I'm not sure."

Matty poked his head inside the room, staring at Y/n.

"Mommy, chose Marty!" Arthur urged her.

"Fine. I chose Marty, princess!"

"Don't be so sure." Matty mumbled loud enough for her to hear and chuckled.

Matty returned to his rabbit character, "Go away, Paul-o."

"No! The princess is mine!" the frontman pushed the toys all together as a fight. "Guys, help!!" Matty screamed.

Arthur and Amelia ran towards their dad, trying to tear them apart. Matty let them take the princess and the rabbit. They went to secure them closer to Y/n. Before they noticed, Matty threw the evil character to the hallway. He witnessed with pleasure how the kids celebrate and Y/n laughed with his silly action.

"We win, mom!" Amelia exclaimed.

"I know! Well done, babies!"

"Daddy." Arthur called him.

"Did you like it?" he asked them, taking Ruth from the bed so the excited siblings didn't crush her.

"Yes!"

"Okay, now bed!"

"Can we do this again tomorrow?" Amelia asked.

He couldn't say no to his babies, "Of course."

*****

"So, Paul-o?" Y/n inquired Matty when he came finally to bed.

Matty bursted into laughter, guiding Y/n's face closer to his face, kissing her sweetly.

[papermoonloveslucy]

RIP MARTY KROFFT 

1937-2023

Marty Krofft was born on April 9, 1937 in Montréal, Québec, Canada. With his brother Sid, Krofft created some of television's most fantastic and magical programs, mostly centered around puppetry. Lucille Ball's interaction with the Krofft was brief, but memorable.

The Krofft puppets first gained attention at the 1962 Seattle Worlds Fair where they presented a show called "Les Poupees de Paris" that included marionettes impersonating popular celebrities. In 1964-1965, they presented the (updated) show at the Worlds Fair in New York. In 1967, Ball's recorded voice, along with Jackie Gleason, Liberace, and Mae West and many other stars, was heard in “Six Flags presents Sid and Marty Krofft’s Circus”.

On September 30, 1977, Donny and Marie welcomed Lucille Ball, who plays the Tin Lady in a Krofft-style spoof of “The Wizard of Oz” starring Ray Bolger. The first three seasons of "The Donny & Marie Show" were produced by the Kroffts, who also created the variety series. Ball appeared on the 2nd episode of the show's 3rd season, and the Osmonds (after a long legal battle) had finally won creative control from the Kroffts feeling they had outgrown the child-like atmosphere created by them. They moved the show to Utah and took over as producers just two months after this episode aired. In this episode, however, the Krofft vibe is still palpably present.

A few Lucille Ball / Desilu performers were seen on Krofft's many television shows.

Johnny Silver played Ludicrous Lion on TV's "H.R. Pufnstuf" (1969) and appeared as Dr. Blinky in the 1970 feature film.

Charles Nelson Reilly and Jerry Maren (both seen on "Here's Lucy") were part of "Lidsville" (1971).

1972's telefilm "Fol-De-Rol" (a film of their 1968 fairy tale puppet show) included Lucy guest stars Ann Sothern, Mickey Rooney, and Totie Fields.

"Sigmund and the Sea Monsters" (1972) starred Ball's good friend Mary Wickes as Aunt Zelda, and also featured Sidney Miller as the voice of Sweet Mama Ooze.

"The Lost Saucer" (1975) included Lucy friends Ruth Buzzi, Jim Nabors, and Vito Scotti.

"Far Out Space Nuts" (1975) featured Hal Smith and John Carradine, both of whom had appeared on "The Lucy Show."

Also seen on "Donny & Marie" during the Krofft years were Desi Arnaz, Jack Albertson, Bob Hope, Milton Berle, Ruth Buzzi, Buddy Hackett, Edgar Bergen, Andy Griffith, Rich Little, Iron Eyes Cody, Arthur Godfrey, and Vincent Price.

[imaginedanvrs]

encrypted relations

part 2 l masterlist

summary: yelena belova x reader. when natasha takes you under her wing, she becomes like family, and the last thing you want is to lose that. but when you meet her younger sister who you know is off limits, you have to decide between what you really want and hope for minimal damage

word count: 4k

warnings: mentions of past abusive relationship, manipulation, implied sexual assault

After several days of having it in your possession, you finally gained access to all of the files on the device Yelena gave you and sent her a text to come over. You hadn’t heard from since she had last messaged you but Kate had been filling you in on all of the details of everything she and Yelena had achieved. It all sounded…full on. It was inevitable given that they were fighting highly trained assassins, but this time was different to the last Kate had been involved in. Your anxieties over your friend’s safety were only heightened when she came by your apartment in need of some bandages, though it also made you more eager to do your part to help. 

  Yelena came by an hour after you told her the device was ready, just as she said she would. “Hey, home intruder,” you greeted. 

  “Y/n l/n,” she countered as you let her in, a smirk forming on her lips. 

  “You know, if you want us to be friends you might think about being less formal,” you advised, knowing there was nothing actually formal about the blonde. You just needed her to stop smirking so that you could stop thinking about how hot she looked when she did. 

  “Noted,” she said as she followed you to your desktop. 

  “I haven’t had much of a look around, but the amount of information this thing was holding was so much more than I anticipated,” you explained as you scrolled down the file folders to display the extent of it all. “It could honestly take months to get through and that's under the assumption that there aren’t more hidden encryptions and locks.” You motioned for Yelena to sit as you made your way to the kitchen. “Can I get you anything?”

  “A coffee,” she said as her eyes scanned across all of the file names for something that stood out. She wasn’t sure where to even start. “We’ll have to send some of this to mom,” Yelena muttered. You nodded as you brought the coffee over, Natasha never called Melina mom.

  “Maybe all of it, there might be some things here that we miss,” you admitted, bringing over another keyboard and stool to help manage the workload. “How is everything going on the ground?” You tried to ask conversationally but Yelena could pick up on your nerves. 

  “It’s challenging but it helps that Kate is there. I’m becoming a fan of those trick arrows.” You hummed, trying to look focused on the other monitor. 

  “Kate’s managing it okay then?”

  “Of course, she is a good fighter. Very good form,” Yelena added as she remembered when Kate had used it on her when they first met. You didn’t say anything to that. You knew Kate was a good fighter, but she was facing the best who, in their altered state, wouldn’t hesitate to kill her. 

  “I won’t let her get hurt,” she said sincerely as she looked at you. You didn’t turn your head to meet her gaze, not when your heart was already thumping faster than usual. 

  “Thank you,” you settled for, just as Marty got up from his dog bed next to the sofa. Yelena watched him stroll over. 

  “Hello Marty,” Yelena greeted and you had to bite your gum to stop your smile at how sweet the spy sounded. Marty seemed to think so too because his tail started wagging frantically as he leaned into Yelena’s pets. “What kind of breed is he?” The blonde asked when Marty lifted his front paws up onto her lap. 

  “Some kind of mutt, I found him in a dumpster,” you recalled, making Yelena raise her brows. 

  “I see why you and Kate are friends,” Yelena muttered as she patted the top of Marty’s head and turned back around. “I want a dog when this is all over,” the blonde sighed. 

  “Really? I saw you as more of a cat person,” you deadpanned, earning a sharp gasp from the Russian. 

  “Take that back!” She demanded in a way you couldn’t help but laugh at.

  “What? You have cat-like eyes,” you observed. 

  “I do not like you anymore, y/n l/n,” she huffed as she browsed through the files. 

  “At least I know you did,” you pointed out. 

  “I thought that was obvious,” Yelena said and you could just hear that goddamn smirk. You cleared your throat and stood up from the desk. 

  “You spies are impossible to read,” you half assed the explanation. 

  “I guess I’ll have to be more forward in the future.” You weren’t sure you liked the sound of that, not with the suggestive tone Yelena was using. You dismissed it immediately, putting it down to the blonde just being a flirty person, though you couldn’t deny that there was a part of you that hoped not. 

  You grabbed a glass of water and briefly observed the blonde who was now reading through the files studiously. It was getting late and you hadn’t had any dinner yet making you wonder if she had. “I’m gonna order some food, do you want anything?”  

  An hour later you and Yelena were finishing your noodles while a random episode of Survivor played on your third monitor. You could have played it on your tv but you and Yelena were trying to get through as many of the files as you could but such a tedious task needed its breaks. 

  “I could have done that,” Yelena uttered as she put more hot sauce in her container. 

  “That’s what Nat always says, you guys should go on it if you’re so sure,” you said even though you knew they were both right. 

  “Maybe when I’m retired,” Yelena pondered.

  “Right, that’d be a great pass time for the elderly,” you scoffed as you threw your container in the bin. “What do you do for a pass time?” You pried.

  “Drink,” Yelena shrugged.

  “Like in bars?”

  “Sure.”

  “To meet people?” You knew you were being nosey, but Yelena didn't seem to mind. 

  “It’s not what I set out to do but if it happens,” she shrugged again, her eyes staying on the screen where she laughed at someone falling off of a platform. 

  “There’s a good gay bar not far from here,” you stated, not sure where you were going with it. At that, Yelena switched her gaze to you. “I made the mistake of taking Kate once, all the poor girls thought she was on the market.” 

  “Are you?” Yelena didn’t hesitate to ask. 

  “Sure, who doesn’t need to get laid every once in a while.” The blonde hummed at this, as though it was information she was interested in. “Maybe we should go some time,” you suggested, already wanting to spend more time with Yelena. 

  “Definitely we should,” she agreed with a small smirk you didn’t quite trust. You didn’t question it, too afraid that you would like the answer too much. Instead, you settled into a comfortable silence filled only by the reality show still playing as you continued through the files, not finding anything of relevance. So far, everything you had read through were past files that Yelena had dealt with herself in the past. You were beginning to dread that everything on the device was from the past, until you found one file that referred to something happening the following week. 

  “Look at this, four widows are being sent to the brooklyn bridge next week to incept some kind of transportation vehicle.” Yelena read the file with you, scanning it for all of the major details she needed. There wasn’t much, the report was brief and vague but it was enough for Yelena to go on and enough for you to be confident that the device held more valuable information on it. But it was getting late and you had work the next day. 

  “You can stay if you want to, but I should probably get to bed,” you admitted, knowing you would regret it the following day if you didn’t and that no one deserved to deal with your cranky, sleep deprived self. 

  “Oh shit,” Yelena muttered when she noticed the time. “It’s okay, I’ve got enough intel for now and with Melina working on it too I can leave it for another day.” 

  “If you’re sure,” you said as the blonde put her jacket back on and gave a few extra scratches to Marty. 

  “Thanks for dinner, y/n,” Yelena grinned as you shook your head with a smile. 

  “Any time,” you quipped back. 

  “Yeah?” She asked somewhat hopefully. 

  “Goodnight, Yelena,” you said instead, too tired to say anything else. 

  “Goodnight, y/n,” she replied, her typically rough accent softened in the same way her smile was. She really did have a nice smile. 

  Shit, you thought. I’m kind of into her. 

*

“Where is your gun?” Yelena spun around in your desk chair as she spoke, just as she had been doing for several minutes prior. You wondered if she was going to be dizzy when she stopped. 

  “What gun?” You asked as you stared at the screen. Yelena had been coming over a few times recently to look through the seemingly endless files with you, every time able to discover valuable information on top of Melina’s own discoveries. Yelena and Kate acted on this whenever they could but widows kept appearing across the city and you didn’t seem to be any closer to discovering where, or who, they were all coming from. 

  “The gun you keep in your home,” she answered as though it was obvious. You gave her a look that said otherwise, causing Yelena to stare back blankly at you. 

  “I don’t have one,” you said simply. 

  “Why not?” She pushed. 

  “I’m not a good shot. Nat tried to teach me, Kate too, but I’m hopeless,” you admitted. Yelena tutted as she put her leg out onto your chair to stop herself spinning. 

  “I will teach you,” she declared. 

  “No thanks,” you disregarded as you pushed her foot off. It landed with a thud. 

  “I was not offering, y/n.”

  “And yet I’m still declining,” you shrugged with a grin. 

  “Declining what?” Kate asked as she reemerged from the hallway. 

  “Yelena wants to teach me to shoot.” Kate huffed a laugh. 

  “Good luck with that, she sucks.”

  “See.” You weren’t even offended by your best friend’s comments, knowing they were entirely true. 

  “I like a challenge,” Yelena stated, clearly adamant in the task. You let your eyes discreetly flicker to the blonde without moving your head from the direction of the screen and noticed the trace of a smirk on her lips. Those goddamn lips that always looked so soft and inviting and-

  “If Natasha Romanoff couldn’t teach her, she’s a lost cause,” Kate chuckled as she helped herself to the contents of your fridge. Right. Natasha. The protective big sister of the gorgeous blonde next to you who also happened to be your kind-of-mentor. What would she do if she knew the less than respectful thoughts you had about Yelena? Besides, it was more important for you to spend your time with the Russian focusing on helping the widows. 

  “We’ll see,” Yelena muttered as she got up to join Kate in the raid of your kitchen. 

*

  “Anyway, I’m going down on this girl and from what I’m hearing she hasn’t been laid in a while but then some dick comes along and taps the window!” Ava hissed as she recollected the events. You glanced around in your immediate vicinity to see if anyone could overhear your friend’s story. “Then he starts saying that we’re parked in his spot or some shit,”

  “Wait so you weren’t parked in some abandoned car park?”

  “No it was like Target or something but that’s not the point,” she continued. You shook your head at your friend’s very believable recklessness and scanned the room again for anyone who had since come closer and was surprised to see Yelena strolling through the rows of desks towards you. Ava noticed your shift in attention and looked in the same direction to the blonde. 

  “Woah,” she murmured. Though Yelena was dressed casually, she still had a striking look about her. Maybe it was the air of confidence or general natural beauty, but she was stunningly beautiful. 

  “Natasha’s still away,” you told the blonde as she came closer. 

  “I’m here for you, actually.” You would be lying if you said that hearing her say that didn’t make your heart speed up a little. 

  “You're stealing her from me?” Ava questioned with an exaggerated pout. You rolled your eyes with a smile though Yelena looked less than impressed as she eyed your coworker. 

  “Tell me the rest tomorrow, I’m sure there’ll be more to add by then anyway,” you dismissed as you stood up and grabbed your bag. 

  “It did end on a cliffhanger,” Ava admitted. “See ya later babes,” she waved as walked side by side with Yelena. 

  “Babe?” The Russian questioned with a tone you hadn’t heard before. 

  “She’s like that with everyone,” you told her. Yelena hummed. “So what’s up? Have you found another drive?” You asked, assuming that to be the only reason Yelena would pull you out of work. 

  “No, we’re going to the shooting range,” Yelena explained matter of factly. 

  “No we are not,” you said, stopping in your tracks to glare at the spy. 

  “What if a widow finds out what you’re doing and comes to kidnap you?” Yelena questioned as she crossed her arms across her chest. 

  “If history says anything then she’ll recruit me to join the organisation she works for,” you shrugged. 

  “Ha.” You met Yelena’s unimpressed stare with your own, inevitably breaking first with a dramatic sigh. 

  “Fine, if it will get you off my back.” Yelena beamed at the small victory, a sight that was totally worth the amount of self respect you were about to give up to show the blonde just how bad you were with guns. 

  You glanced at Yelena as you walked in silence, wondering what she had been doing before she came to get you. She said before that she drank in her free time but you knew she must do more than that, even if she was a workaholic like her sister. 

  “What do you actually do when you’re not fighting or planning fights?” You asked suddenly.

  “Read romance novels,” Yelena deadpanned with a straight face. 

  “Haha, really what do you do?” You pushed. 

  “Why?” She questioned with interest that matched your own.

  “Because I want to know,” you answered simply. The red room had taken away so much of the sister’s lives that Natasha had once told you it had taken her a long time to know what to do with it once she got it back. Diving into work was the easiest solution but eventually the redhead had discovered she loved rewatching old spy films to put a brighter tint on her past. But Yelena had been out for considerably less time than Natasha, bringing you to wonder if she had found what helped her yet. 

  “Why?” Yelena repeated and this time you could tell she was being sarcastic. 

  “Yelena,” you pushed with a nudge to her shoulder as you walked. 

  “I don’t know!” She insisted back. There was your answer, you thought to yourself. The blonde seemed to notice your disappointment. “Go for walks,” she said simply. You looked at her curiously, so she continued. “I’m in new places a lot so I like to explore them. Everywhere. I like finding the places that aren’t in any tourists handbooks even though I probably won’t ever see them again.” That was… actually kind of sweet. 

  “Huh,” was all you could bring yourself to say in the moment. It certainly wasn’t what you expected and yet it made absolute sense. 

  “Also I read sci-fi books,” Yelena added and you smiled. 

  “Cool,” you nodded as you reached the firing range. You followed Yelena into the room that was entirely empty of any S.H.I.E.L.D personal - granted, it was lunch hour - and went down to the booth at the end while Yelena picked up a handgun along the way. You watched as she weighed it in her hands, assessing it, and wondered how many weapons she had handled in her life. Probably more than you had seen. 

  “Show me your stance,” she instructed as she handed you the weapon. You took it tentatively and held it up with both hands, squinting your right eye to line it up with the target but the blonde stopped you. 

  “Put your elbows out a little more, you don’t need your arms straight,” she explained as she stood behind you to put your arms in the correct position. You tensed slightly when you felt her front press against your back. “And loosen your shoulders,” she continued, voice lowered as she put her hands on your shoulder blades. You took a deep breath and relaxed them as best you could with Yelena so close to you. “Legs apart a bit more.” She nudged your foot to the side. “Even if you’re aiming at someone in front of you, you have to be prepared for someone to attack you from elsewhere and you can’t lose your balance,” she explained some more. You nodded, eyes glued to the target. 

  “Safety off.”

  Click. 

  “Lower it some more, you need a target this close to be on the top.” You did so gradually. 

  “Relax,” she whispered and you most definitely did not. “Fire.” The gun shot rang through the room and you immediately recoiled as you flinched at the bang, accidentally pushing into Yelena who placed a hand to your waist to steady you.

  “Wow,” she muttered and you wanted the ground to open up and swallow you. “You are a bad shot,” she commented. You stepped away from her quickly to try and play off whatever that was. 

  “I told you,” you said as you willed away the flush you knew was on your cheeks. You put the gun down and Yelena picked it up. 

  “Watch,” she instructed sternly, sending off two shots that hit that target in the centre of the head. 

  “I didn’t see that coming,” you muttered. 

  “Try again,” she encouraged. 

  “Can we just go get lunch or something like normal people?” You huffed as you took the weapon and repeated your previous stance. You exhaled steadily and pulled the trigger, flinching at the noise again and hitting the target in the shoulder. 

  “That does hurt like a suka,” Yelena recalled. 

  “I want the story behind that,” you said immediately. 

  “Only if you hit the target in the head.”

  Twenty minutes later, you still hadn’t hit the target in the head, but agents were starting to return to the shooting range so you decided to call it a day and Yelena reluctantly agreed. “We will try again soon,” she decided as you left, making you groan. 

  “But I live in a S.H.I.E.L.D apartment, I have a dog and I’ve got like a bunch of superhero friends,” you argued. 

  “And yet I got into your apartment,” Yelena countered. 

  “Then I’ll just keep you there,” you joked. 

  “Yeah?” She had that smirk on her face again. 

  “Not like that!” You insisted as you carried on towards the building you worked in. 

  “Where are you going?” Yelena called. You turned around and saw her standing on the path leading to the gates. “I thought we were going for lunch.” You grinned and followed after her. 

~

“I need you to look something up.” You frowned at the voice that invaded your sleep, breaking through the barrier that allowed you your few hours sleep under the authority of more pressing matters. Rae shook you when it took a second longer to wake than she had the patience for.

  “What time is it?” You groaned as you took in the silhouette standing next to the bed. After rubbing the sleep from your eyes to take your girlfriend in more clearly, you noticed the rare signs of stress on her features. She was rarely stressed. Often irritated, sometimes stoic, occasionally frantic, but rarely stressed. 

  “Just get up,” she demanded as she took hold of your arm and hauled you from the bed, very nearly making you trip over your duvet in the process. You didn’t protest and instead trudged over to your computer to turn it on as Rae paced behind you. 

  It had been a week since the first search she had asked you to do and you had been hoping in that time that she wouldn’t ask again. Of course, you knew she would. Your only realistic hope was that no harm would come of the next one, though perhaps that was unrealistic too. Though it had been playing on your mind a great deal, you couldn’t come to any reasonable conclusion as to why Rae wanted information about a Hydra agent. Double agent? You weren’t sure. Granted, the people that Rae spent her time with outside of work and you were…questionable from what you had seen, but you wouldn’t accuse them of being Hydra personnel on any basis. 

  You had brought up Rae’s ‘friends’ once, back when you still felt like you got a say in each other's lives. She had been livid. She accused you of trying to isolate her, of being selfish, of being jealous. She said you had no right to judge her social life when you lacked your own. The irony of that was laughable, because she had never let you have one from the moment she met you, just a couple months after moving to the States. You told her that. That was the first time she hit you. That was the first time she reminded you that if you left her, there was no one for you to go to. 

  Rae recalled another name and you went through the steps to find a result. You hesitated before clicking on the file and if Rae noticed she didn’t say anything, perhaps assuming you were just tired. You opened the document, revealing the subject to be another Hydra agent. That time, you didn’t read the document at the same time as Rae. You got up from the chair and headed into the kitchen to get yourself a glass of water without looking back at the screen or the woman in front of it. 

 It was five am, you had to be up for work in a couple hours. You yawned and went back into the bedroom, not caring about taking the steps to log off the site when Rae was done. Your computer automatically turned off after an hour of inactivity anyway. You could worry about erasing your trail once you had had more sleep. Then again, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if you were caught and stopped. You’d come to ponder that a lot in the months to come. 

  You had almost fallen back asleep when you felt the bed dip and Rae slip under the covers. Under the impression that the file had put her in the same good mood as the last one, you moved to turn around and hold her as she so rarely let you, but instead you felt a hand press down between your shoulder blades and push you into the bed. You went to lift your head and protest, confused by the cloud of sleep around you, but another hand planted itself against the back of your head and kept your face in the pillows. It was too hard, you couldn’t breath. You squirmed and kicked out beneath Rae, knowing that only ever made things worse but couldn’t fight off the instinct to do so. 

  She let up eventually, opting to keep your head down but with your face to the side. “Shut up,” she hissed at your whine once you felt a familiar object push into you. You willed your body to adjust to the intrusion as quickly as possible, to do what it always did and turn that discomfort into pleasure at the sake of your sanity. It had to. It knew to. Because it was going to be one of those nights.

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This is kind of random but I always love that scene in the cafeteria in the first movie, because George probably has never had any friends before so he always sits alone until Marty shows up out of nowhere and becomes his first friend

And it's so sweet because that's his future son he's sitting with that becomes his first friend who helps him gain more confidence and stand up to Biff..

Another random thought but I noticed a sort of parallels? Between George and Doc

Both men were alone and isolated, George was bullied by Biff and continued to be bullied by him till he's old and Doc,, well he spends most of his life alone to pursue science

Marty came to Doc's life and became his first ever friend. Then Marty goes back in time and meet young George and becomes, again, his first friend. Marty changes both Doc's life and George's and I think it's sweet because they're both father figures to Marty

And I find it quite funny how George is a sci-fi nerd and Doc is over here literally making a real working time machine like I always thought that maybe George and Doc could get along

Maybe marty asks George to come visit his bff Doc and then all this time turns out his son has been hanging out around this cool ass scientist

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Some thoughts about the leaks

I'm going to use different colors, so it's not confusing: Brenner and Henry, Joyce and Hopper, Henry and Patty

Brenner's father was captain of a ship, subject of government Project Rainbow that "disappeared at sea" in 1943 (they were trying to make it invisible) It actually wound up in Dimension X and all crew members except Brenner's father perished

Ship, rainbow, other dimension -> Will and his rainbowship that might be a parallel with Olivia drawing a Zeppelin when she travels to the other universe in Fringe.

I read two different names for the ship tho. Eldritch (that would be cool, lol) and Aldgate. And there's also the ship of the Philadelphia Experiment, the Eldridge. Hope someone can clarify what the actual name is.

If it's Eldritch, it could be a reference to Eldtrich horrors or the dnd campaign in '79, when Nancy joined the party. 1979, (Will's) sister, El.

If the name is Aldgate, it could be a reference to the Aldgate Pump in London, where Kali was abducted.

The pump has a gruesome past that gained it the nickname 'Pump of Death' after it caused a cholera outbreak in 1876. It was discovered that the pump's water supply contained sediment including calcium that was leached from human bones in nearby cemeteries.

Bacteria, infection, death. Yeah, makes sense.

Patty and Henry's secret journal

This is cool. So Henry has a secret journal written in code and the key to decoding it is the clock chimes or the clock face. Thinking again about Will's connection to time. His Marty McFly outfit, Dustin giving him the Forever Clock, and his name on the grandfather clock. I'm glad that Patty survived. If she's the only one who knows about the journal, she must come back in S5, right? Maybe they've already introduced her character in S4. Just speculation! I love clocks and secret codes, I'm happy they'll be important in the last season.

Henry disappeared in Nevada for twelve hours, close to where Brenner was conducting experiments to try to find Dimension X. When he returned he was completely changed. Alice mentions it is not the same person

This is a huge parallel with Will. Will vanishes and in S2 Jon says that he's not the same. Also, 12! I don't know if they show Henry in Dimension X or they just say that he wound up there. But anyway. They mention 12 hours when Owens takes El to Nina, so that's about Henry, but it's also about Will. Before that scene, we get a close up of the light bulb in El's closet (like the one in the shed) and Owens even mentions working out of a shed.

EDIT: Someone on Reddit says that when Henry disappears Brenner finds Henry's spyglass. He begins searching for him and that's what leads him to Hawkins.

But the whole thing is sus. I need more info about the Mind Flayer and Henry's powers. Also, what a coincidence that Henry disappeared in Nevada where Brenner was conducting experiments, and then moved to the town where Brenner's lab is. Tell me there's a scene that shows that Brenner helped the Creels relocate. It would be a cool parallel with Owens helping the Byers to relocate in California.

Brenner's father returned seriously ill from Dimension X and unable to take blood transfusion. Henry's blood, like Brenner's father, is unlike any other humans. He developed a connection to the UD (and presumably with his powers) when he went missing. It's also explained that the lab kids were created through blood transfusion from Henry to pregnant women

Interesting that they mention that Brenner's father was unable to take blood transfusion and then Brenner uses Henry's blood. But I'm sure this is not the whole story.

Henry, El and the other lab kids

I read that they show a photo of the other nine lab kids, including Kali. That would explain why they kidnapped a girl in England. They knew who Kali was and that she had Henry's blood and powers. But now I have a new question lol: why was Kali in London? Did her mother run away, or the women could leave the lab with their babies? But if the mothers knew about the experiments, how is that possible that nobody knew about the abduction of nine babies?

Henry holding El in the last scene: 'I'm excited to see you, Eleven. I have something new for us'

This reminds me of Brenner saying Let's try something more challenging, after Ten mentions red blocks and Six, twice (12). And Henry says the same thing to El in the RR, before he tells her about Brenner's plan to kill her. So, something new for Eleven and 12?

The problem is, Henry says that he has something new for El when she was born, but then nothing happens for eight years. Strange. But. IF Kali wasn't raised in the lab, maybe it means that El wasn't either. This could support my car crash theory. We'll see!

Joyce and Hopper's romantic tension, and their goodbye before Hopper ships off to war

Love that Joyce asks him to meet her at midnight for drinks. Another 12 mention in Jopper's last scene. Sweet. But did they say why Joyce doesn't leave Hawkins? Why does Hopper feel cursed? Why is she still with Lonnie if he's an asshole?

EDIT: It appears that Joyce is stuck in Hawkins because she wanted to win a scholarship with the play, but she didn't because Henry hurt Patty and everybody thought she was dead.

Oh, I'm also very curious to know who the member of Brenner's staff who runs away with some equipment is...

I have so many questions about Henry's story, and certain inconsistencies, but I'll wait for more spoilers

One last thing.

This intrigues me. Two experiments, two doctors, two keys, two kids, Will and Eleven (and Henry/Edward 10->01). A ship disappears and then, maybe, an entire town? Hmm