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lostloveletters · 19 days

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Something Borrowed (Michael Corleone x Reader)

Summary: Michael Corleone is the last person you expect to see at your best friend Connie’s wedding, and the last thing you expect to happen upon seeing him again after so many years is spending the night together. Maybe, it'll turn into something more.

Note: Female reader, but no other descriptors are used. No hate to Kay, she’s my girl, but wedding scene Michael drives me crazy🤭 She’s off living her best life elsewhere in this. Also, it was a lot of fun writing pre-everything Michael. Do not interact if you’re under 18, terf or radfem, or post thinspo/ED content.

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: Sexually explicit content involving unprotected sex. Light play fighting.

Champagne and giggles overflowed at Connie Corleone’s wedding to Carlo Rizzi. Plenty of red wine was passed around in pitchers for the old guard, of course. For you and the other women conscious of not staining the rainbow of cocktail dresses and flowing gowns that dotted the backyard, you opted for lighter fare in tall flutes that sparkled in the early autumn sun.

Perhaps you were a bit too enthusiastic about the drink offerings, having already exchanged three empty champagne glasses for ones filled to the brim with glittering gold when the bride engulfed you in a hug. With a delighted laugh, you returned the gesture, kissing her cheek.

“I wanted to say thank you one more time for coming!” Connie exclaimed, her cheeks flushed pink from the excitement of the day. “God, it breaks my heart we couldn’t have gotten you a bridesmaid dress in time, but you look gorgeous.”

“Me? Connie, you look like a princess.”

“I feel like one,” she giggled.

“When you see your gift from me—I’m sorry it’s not more, I haven’t—”

“Stop it!” she scolded. “You came all the way from Europe just to be at my wedding. I couldn’t ask for a better friend.”

You didn’t bother correcting her. Her version of events sounded much nicer than you just got lucky with when the Red Cross put you on a boat home. “Anything for you.”

“I won’t keep you. This is probably the first time you’re eating real food in years. Mama, Sandra, and Theresa made most of it.”

Connie was right. You tried to savor your plate, packed with pasta drowned in homemade sauce, antipasto and crusty bread, and sandwiches that towered with fresh cold cuts. The Corleones knew a thing or two about good food, and had the means to pull the strings for the unfathomable ration books such a feast required.

A familiar yet unexpected voice startled you when your fork pierced a piece of mozzarella. “Is this seat taken?”

“Michael,” you practically gasped, taken aback by his even attending the wedding in the first place, but also how good he looked in his uniform. Cap tucked under his arm, medals and decorations on his chest, the photos you’d seen in the magazine didn’t do him justice. Finding yourself again, you gestured to the empty seat across from you. “Go ahead.”

“I can’t remember the last time I saw you, but you look great,” he said, his gaze fixed on you as he set his plate and glass down. He took you in, the girl he’d grown up seeing around the house and at school, now, without a doubt, a woman.

“You too, Captain,” you said, nodding toward the double bars on his uniform.

He snickered at your little joke, making you feel a bit more at ease in his presence. “I’m surprised you aren’t in the wedding party.”

“Honestly, I wasn’t even sure I was going to make it until a few days ago. I only just got back to New York on Thursday,” you said.

“You volunteered with the Red Cross, didn’t you?”

You nodded. “I was in England, and then France after the liberation.”

“Clubmobile, right?”

“Did Connie tell you?”

He shook his head, smiling the slightest bit. “All the pretty girls worked the Clubmobile.”

A mortifyingly girlish giggle escaped your lips. You quickly brought your glass to your mouth, though the champagne in it was likely the culprit of your embarrassing reaction to Michael’s compliment. Averting your eyes to the dancing guests, you tried to ignore the warmth that spread across your face.

You allowed yourself to look at him again a few moments later, relieved to find he was still sitting in front of you, amused, maybe even endeared, by you.

“You’re such a jerk, Michael,” you mumbled, only because he was your friend’s older brother, and when you were younger and starry-eyed and figuring out what it meant when your heart wouldn’t quite beat right around a boy, it was him who those tender emotions were kindled in secret toward—until you had your first real boyfriend.

He grinned at your remark, and the two of you ate and caught up in between his various family members stopping by the table to say hello. You weren’t sure what to make of his seeing you before any of them—flattered, a bit confused as well, but he laughed at your jokes and moved his seat closer to yours, so you must have been doing something right when he finally asked, “Do you want to dance?”

“I’d love to,” you said.

The chaos from Johnny Fontaine’s unexpected arrival and impromptu performance subsided when Michael led you out to dance. He held you close, the way soldiers had at the dances the Red Cross put on for servicemen, all to boost morale, or, as the war went on, to offer a break from reality. Among the many rules meant to be followed—and typically broken in one way or another in the haze of war—was to keep some emotional distance from the enlisted men, for your sake and their own, but with bodies so close together, tender touches and soft whispers over songs of twilight and moonbeams, it was tough not to be caught up in romance’s alluring snare.

Even then, with the war behind both of you, something about being in Michael’s arms made you truly understand why some girls risked their assignments for a man. There was something in how he looked at you, different from your childhood together, even from a few minutes prior. You felt breathless despite the slow song you swayed along to.

“Did you like Paris?” he asked quietly, throwing you for a loop.

You furrowed your eyebrows. “Paris?”

“You were in France, weren’t you?”

“Not Paris.”

“Where in France were you slinging doughnuts, then?”

“Little villages a few miles out from the front, mostly. More cows than people, but nice enough once the fighting stopped, and it was finally quiet—as quiet as it could get, anyway,” you said. “When Connie wrote you’d been wounded, I couldn’t help but think the worst. Plenty of guys out there—well, that article sure put me at ease. All the girls were jealous when I said I knew you.” You smiled. “I’m glad you’re alright, Michael.”

He glanced at your lips, and for an aching moment you were sure he was going to kiss you, but instead he gave you a smile, one that was real and made your heart flutter nevertheless, but left you disappointed.

“Where are you staying since you’ve been back?” he asked.

He seemed familiar with the hotel you were staying in when you mentioned it, offering to drive you back after the reception ended, and Connie and Carlo left for their honeymoon.

“It’s only until I can find a boarding hotel that has space,” you said. “I mean, it doesn’t have to be the Barbizon, but I’m not moving back in with my parents.”

“Here’s to that.”

The rest of the day and into the evening, Michael hung around you, unless he was pulled away by members of his family, each instance an annoyance to him. You knew they weren’t exactly supportive of his enlisting, but the situation couldn’t have been that bad, not since he was home, safe and sound at his sister’s wedding.

The Corleones, though endlessly kind to you, always been an odd family, and you learned through your friendship with Connie not to ask too many questions.

But Genco Abbandando was dying, and Vito insisted Michael go with the rest of the Corleone men to pay his respects to the elder. When you offered to take a cab back to your hotel, Michael promised the visit wouldn’t be long, suggesting you wait at the house with his mother until he returned to drive you into the city.

Your foolish desire to spend more time with him led to your waiting in the Corleones’ kitchen for a little over an hour, when you likely would’ve been showered and in bed in your hotel room by the time he arrived back for you, in one hell of a hurry to get you into his car and presumably get away from his family.

“Do you ever think about leaving New York?” he asked when the house was out of view.

You laughed. “Michael, I only just got back.”

“That’s not what I mean. The war—it wasn’t going to be forever, but it let you see what life could be like away from all of this, didn’t it?”

“Of course it did. I’m honestly not sure what I’m going to do with myself now,” you said. “How about you? Are you going back to school? Dartmouth, I mean.”

He nodded. “I start again the spring semester.” At a red light, he glanced over at you. “New England’s nice. Better than French cow country.”

“And do you suppose I could study in the department of pouring coffee and serving doughnuts?”

“You’re smart. I think you have a real future,” he said, the sincerity in his voice startling you. “All of that back there, that’s not for us. It never has been.”

You were silent for a few moments. “I guess you’re right.”

The city lights twinkling in the distance took the place of the stars they blocked out from the sky, growing larger as Michael crossed the bridge into Manhattan, the center of the universe. You’d never tell a soul how you cried just a few days prior upon seeing it again for the first time in years.

Besides his talk of the future, Michael kept the conversation light, and you could’ve sworn he was flirting with you. Working the Clubmobile, you learned quickly how to pick up on it, some men laying it on thick while others were irresistibly smooth. Michael could’ve easily just been teasing you, the way a friend’s older brother would, but when he pulled up to your hotel, either your ego or curiosity prompted you to invite him up for a drink.

You sobered up on the drive into the city, enough to remember you didn’t have any drinks in your room. The two of you would have to go to the hotel bar for that, but then you and Michael wouldn’t be alone, not how you wanted, anyway.

To your relief, he agreed.

With Michael in uniform, few questions would be asked by hotel staff as to why you suddenly had a man with you when you checked in on your own. It would have been easy to lie, claim he was your fiance who had only just gotten back Stateside. But you supposed you and Michael already looked the part, walking arm-in-arm through the lobby without an issue.

Your confidence soared on the elevator ride up to your modest room, which you let Michael into, knowing he wouldn’t judge the state of your accommodations.

“Mind if I make myself comfortable?” You didn’t wait for his answer, pulling your blouse from where it’d been tucked in your skirt. Slipping out of your heels, you sighed softly in relief.

“It’s your place,” he said, setting his coat over the chair in the corner and loosening his tie.

You grabbed his cap from where he set it down and placed it on your head, tilting the brim over your face a bit and posing in front of him with a hand on your hip. “How do I look?”

He sat down on the edge of the bed, giving you a once over, “I swear I saw you pinned up in some guy’s tent looking just like that.”

You laughed, taking the cap off and flinging it aside. “Oh, I don’t even know why I invited you up here!” Your laughter faded as something in your stomach turned sour, the situation feeling achingly too good to be true. Alone in a hotel room with Michael, the two of you entirely capable of making your own mistakes on the off chance he wanted you too. “Or why you even agreed to come up.”

“I didn’t come up here to drink.”

“No, you did it to be nice, because we’ve known each other for so long…” You sighed, sitting next to him. “I always figured you thought of me as your kid sister’s annoying little friend or something.”

He shook his head, saying your name softly in either protest or reassurance. His hand cupped your face as he turned it toward him, his thumb rubbing soft circles in your cheek. “Not for a long time. Especially not tonight.”

You kissed him, hands gripping his shoulders, closing your eyes as you melted in his embrace. Your skin feverish at his touch, you shuddered when his hand slipped up your untucked blouse until his fingertips reached your bra.

To say you hadn’t fantasized about Michael would have been an unconvincing lie to anyone who dared ask, but even in your wildest dreams, it was never quite like this, so bold and irreverent in the face of the tradition the two of you had just spent the day celebrating.

“I came up here because you’re beautiful,” he confessed against your lips, “because you’re the only familiar face I saw at my sister’s wedding that didn’t make me wish I were somewhere else.”

Silencing him with another kiss, your fingers raked through his soft black hair as your body pressed flush against his, unsure if you could withstand hearing more of his tender words without falling to pieces. You couldn’t, not so early in the night, but his desire grew difficult to ignore when he pulled you onto his lap. The pressure against your pussy made you moan, and with a hasty desperation, you shimmied out of your panties as he unbuckled his belt, freeing his hard cock within a few moments.

You slipped a hand between the two of you, pumping his length, feeling the way it twitched at your touch and gasping when Michael’s hips bucked. His teeth grazed your bottom lip, a whisper of an intent to devour you.

“I need you, sweetheart,” he groaned. “Need to feel you.”

Lifting your hips, you whimpered upon feeling his head brush your clit as you positioned yourself, slowly lowering as he filled you, cock throbbing against your walls that clenched around him. He assuaged the pain of taking all of him with a gentle kiss and soft praises, urging you to take your time, that you had all night together.

All night. The promise he would stay, at least until the morning, sent a teasing wave of pleasure through you. Gripping his shoulders, you tried to keep a steady pace as you rode him, wanted to show him that staying would be worth his while. He’d been right in the car, you wouldn’t be a virginal, wedding white bride. The both of you had seen and experienced too much to be considered innocent any longer, but it was something you shared, that no one else from that day would have understood.

Your thighs ached as you neared your climax, desperately chasing it despite the exhaustion that was creeping up on you. Crying out in frustration, you buried your face in the crook of Michael’s neck.

“I’m close,” you whined. “Michael, I—”

“I’ve got you,” he assured you, his hands making their home on your hips.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you let him guide your body, his thrusts doing most of the work while you rocked against him, seeking the friction against your clit that would bring you to release. It caught in your throat, a broken groan from your lips to his ears as you came, clenching around him, pleasure rolling through you, rattling your body like thunder. You barely caught your breath when he came, shuddering against you, practically cradling you against him as he filled you.

With a whimper, you lifted yourself off of him and rolled back onto the bed. Placing your hand on your chest, you felt your rapidly beating heart beneath your fingertips, focusing on it as it slowed the following minute or so and ignoring the stickiness between your legs, the evidence you slept with your best friend’s older brother.

Michael leaned over, brushing back the hair that stuck to your face. “What are your plans tomorrow?”

“Looking through the classifieds for a job,” you said honestly.

“Wanna put it off for a day?”

“With what money, Michael?”

“I’ll give you a line of credit.”

You grabbed one of the pillows from behind you, throwing it at him with a laugh. “Jerk!”

He grinned, pushing it aside to grab for one of your arms. You put up a weak fight, your breathless laughter giving away his almost certain win.

Having pinned you down beneath him, he pressed you for an answer. “So?” He kissed you. “What do you say, sweetheart?”

You rolled your eyes, smiling despite yourself. “I guess I can clear my schedule for a dashing war hero like you.”

“Dashing, I like the sound of that,” he murmured, bringing his lips to yours again, softly, with a tenderness that promised more for tomorrow, and even the day after, if you’d have him.

You smiled. “Me too.”

#michael corleone x reader #the godfather x reader #michael corleone #the godfather #the godfather fanfic #the godfather imagine #michael corleone fanfic #michael corleone imagine

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cromulent-marshland · 6 months

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I know I'm going to be insane about Lisa Frankenstein for the rest of the year and I loved every bit of it. Today, I want to talk about female rage, especially teenager female rage portrayed in the movie.

I was a teenage girl not that long ago (notably in the late 2010's, when I hadn't even known I was non-binary), and what I remember about it is that people, (family members, teachers, adults in my life) never wanted me to be angry. I was a ball of emotions, but I had to be the rational one. I had to be the centered one. Not my little brother, or even my older brother, not my male classmates, just me and the other teenage girls. I couldn't lose my head or I was a bitch. I couldn't cry or I was a sensitive baby. I had to be happy or I wasn't worth the attention of others.

Lisa has the same problem every other girl has. If you have complex emotions, like grief or anger or sadness, nobody wants to see them. You can deal with that stuff on your own. Taffy gets the attention because she hides those "unsavory" emotions behind smiles and mascara. When she finally shows any kind of trauma, she is ignored, thrown away like a piece of garbage.

That's why I love Lisa and the Creature's relationship. The Creature can tell that Lisa is struggling, and he knows the consequences of what it is to be a woman whose emotions are different or hard to hide. He saw it in the early 1800's, where woman were considered crazy or filled with hysteria if they didn't conform to the standards men wanted them to be. They had wandering womb syndrome, or they were old maids, or they were locked up, literally hidden from society.

He sees Lisa struggling, and does everything in his power to make her feel validated in her struggles. Her rage doesn't make him hate her, just the opposite. Her sadness is his vindication to go after the ones that hurt her. When she feels happy, true happiness, he does too. He accepts her for the flawed human being she is, and in return, so does she.

Everything she does for him only changes him physically. His emotions never change for her. He doesn't get mad at her when she acts irrational. He's jealous when she goes to Michael's, but still drives her anyway and protects her when she gets hurt, literally shielding her with his body.

More movies need to show that teenage girls that are flawed. Teenage girls are angry. They aren't pretty little flowers. They feel rage and anger in a system when their pain is mitigated.

I want more teenage girls in film to fight people, get angry, chop off abuser's hands, or just allowed to show those "bad" emotions. It doesn't make them villains. It doesn't make them horrible people. It makes them human.

#lisa frankenstein #female rage

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snipersfucker · 1 year

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request from @infintyfandoms: Thought! Mirage is always so reckless, well what if one time he went too far and hurt his friend or s/o (either)?? I feel like he’d blame himself so bad - even if he was blind sighted by a distracted driver. Never drive crazy again or not drive around again or what??

angsty mirage x fem!reader times. thought of making it a headcanon thingy but nah. this one might need a warning that there are descriptions of serious injuries. and im also writing this on 0 hours of sleep thank you very much

A silver Porsche parked in front of the vinyl store you just walked out of was catching the attention of every passerby. Both men and women's eyes were stopping on the vehicle for a bit longer than they would on any regular car, their heads turning slightly to allow them to do that.

Mirage loved that. He loved transforming in different models everyday, the next one even more prestigious than the one before. Just to get that attention every single time.

You noticed a couple of teenage girls staring at your boyfriend, and even though you were fully aware they were doing so only because he was a good-looking car, you still rolled your eyes at it.

Your feet led you to the Porsche and you hopped in. Before getting the chance to point out the shameless staring of the group of teens, Mirage spoke up, "Whatcha got there?"

Your gaze had shifted to the vinyl case before you placed it down on the passenger's seat without much thought.

"Music," you responded casually in a light tone, putting your hands on the steering wheel, even though you knew Mirage would be doing the driving. "You got fans," you murmured under your breath but Mirage could obviously hear it. Your eyes landed on the girls again, and although you weren't particularly jealous, you still didn't appreciate it too much.

"Hell yeah, I do, baby," he said proudly, the grin in his voice palpable, even though you couldn't see it at the moment. And then, he added, a little bit more quietly as if he was saying this to the man who literally stopped in front of the car to admire him, "You wish you looked like that, huh?"

You let out an amused snort, and patted the gear stick with your palm to give him a sign to drive out of the parking lot. "C'mon."

"Let me honk at him," he'd asked for your permission seconds before doing it anyway without you allowing him to, causing the man to jump in his spot and then walk away. You just smacked the passenger's seat in disapproval, not even going on a rant about his behaviour because it was a daily occurrence for Mirage to do whatever he wanted.

"Hey!" he exclaimed, offended by your sudden reaction, as if he wasn't used to it, "I'm all for violence unless it's directed towards me," he muttered, sounding like an annoyed child. Then, without any warning, he revved the engine and drove out of the parking lot onto the main road. You only rolled your eyes without a word but then, you noticed how fast he was passing all the other cars in his lane, which he would usually cuss out for being slow, as if their owners weren't driving under the speed limit for safety reasons.

"Mirage…" you warned him, using his full name instead of a nickname, which he did not appreciate but decided not to speak on it and just change the topic.

"Jus' tell me it's not George Michael," he said with a short sigh, as if it was very important to him that it, in fact, was not George Michael.

"Mirage..." you warned him once again, ignoring his words, gripping the steering wheel with much more force now to hopefully get him to slow down.

"Nope," he said simply, understanding what you meant without you even having to say it. If he was in his humanoid form, he'd probably cross his arms on his chest and shake his head with that signature smirk indicating that he knew he was in control of the situation. "That's what you get for hitting your poor boy," he added, sounding very content with himself, revving the engine once more just to show you that he, in fact, was not planning on slowing down.

You scoffed. "You deserved it."

"For what?" he began talking in that specific, overly innocent tone, and you just knew he was going to say something sarcastic that would only annoy you even more, "For being so cute and funny?" He asked rhetorically, as if he wasn't aware that he really needn't have honked at that man, and then drive as recklessly as he normally would when you weren't inside him.

But he was very much aware. It was just that his pride didn't allow him to apologise.

"For being a little shit." You decided not to banter with him as per usual, but just to get straight to the point. Even though you were possibly risking starting an argument between you two, you just needed to reprimend him at the moment, especially now that you noticed how nonchalant he was about it.

"Ouch," he pretended to be hurt by what you just said. And although he wasn't actually offended, he still wasn't really in the mood to let you win.

So he sped up even more.

Noticing the opportunity presented right in front of him, the almost empty road ahead of you two, he floored the gas pedal, making you let out a short, quiet noise at the impact in which you got pushed back into the seat.

"What the fuck are you doing?" you asked him with anger in your voice, not raising it just yet, and not actually expecting a response. But you got one anyway:

"Takin' you on a ride date, baby," he answered sarcastically, his overly sweet tone making him sound even more annoying than before.

"Mirage, I—"

If he wasn't as sure in his abilities as he was, he'd never drive over three times faster than the speed limit allowed, never wanting to actually risk you getting hurt in any way.

And it wasn't even his fault, when a sport's car drove right into his left side, before you could even finish your sentence.

It wasn't his fault that the car ran a red light, that it was supposed to stop and wait for him to just drive away without getting thrown to the right by the impact.

It wasn't his fault that he was now rolling over for the fifth time, his roof and sides hitting the hard asphalt every single time.

You weren't even making any noises anymore so that he would know that you were with him, conscious, alive. He ignored the sound of his glass shattering, his metal body getting scratched, bent and painfully ruined, just to be able to hear your breath.

The other car was in a much worse condition, but he didn't care. The only thing occupying his mind was you, your heartbeat he would do anything to hear again. He needed to make sure you were still there.

He felt it all. He felt the pain that came with getting drove into by another car, with flipping over with unimaginable speed and force. But he needed to make sure you were alright.

And he couldn't even do anything to stop his worst nightmare from beginning to play right in front of his very optics.

Then, after a few moments that felt like hours to him, everything finally came to an end. The hiss coming out of him was still hearable, the hot steam, the liquid pouring out of his fual lines threatened to mix with the flames growing with every passing second. But it was finally quiet; no noise of metal hitting the asphalt distracted him from listening to your body.

His spark nearly exploded with relief when he heard the faint sound of your heartbeat. He wanted to transform, to be able to hold you, to get you out of him so that his bent roof wouldn't be pressing against your wounded head.

When people began to gather up around him, he realised he had a decision to make: to transform and risk getting hunted down just like it happened to Bumblebee, or to stay there and pray to Primus, pray to the people now surrounding him that they'd help you and make sure you were okay.

He wanted to scream at them to hurry up, to get you out, to make that heartbeat of yours sound more promising. To let him know that you weren't going to—

The idea of losing you forever crossed his mind for a split second before he could even stop it.

And it was his fault that he was going a lot over the speed limit, too distracted by the need to tease you, to win the argument, and show you that you had nothing to say in the way he was behaving.

It was his fault that there was crimson running down your forehead, the drops rolling past the hairs of your eyebrows, all the way down to your jaw, then staining your shirt with your own blood.

It was his fault that your body felt lifeless against his ruined upholstery, the only motion it was making was an almost undetectable rise of your chest every couple of seconds.

His train of thoughts got interrupted by the distant sound of sirens getting closer and closer to him. The people were talking, someone was yelling, it all making an irritating mixture of human noises he didn't need to hear at the moment.

Mirage felt his left door being opened or rather being torn out of him in a couple painful motions. He didn't care.

He just wanted them to take you away from him.

When he no longer felt your weight on his driver's seat, he almost let a sound of relief through his radio, but just now noticed that it's been ruined, making it impossible for him to do so. He hadn't paid attention to it earlier, too stunned to be able to say anything to you, even though your name and endless questions if you were okay wanted to escape him.

Cold liquid hit his hot metal body, the lower temperature of it somewhat helping him get in a clearer state of mind. Even though he felt deserving of being on fire, he appreciated the slight relief it gave him.

Somebody placed you on a stretcher, put you carefully in another vehicle, and then closed the door. He couldn't see you anymore but was sure the humans would take good care of you. Better care than he was able to offer.

The loud sirens hit his audio receptors before he registered the ambulance leaving the crash site.

And the sound was still bouncing against the interior walls of his helm every single day since the accident. The imagine of your limp body, his steering wheel covered in your blood, your head pressed uncomfortably against the remains of his left window...

Two whole weeks passed and he couldn't think of anything else but you. You in that horrible state he put you in himself.

The guilt was eating him alive, and even though he'd make Noah visit you everyday in the hospital to make sure your condiction was stable, he still couldn't help but beat himself up and be worried sick.

"Concussion, five broken ribs, broken arm and nose, and she was fucking bleeding from her liver, man," your mutual friend told him after leaving the hospital for the first time, after the doctors allowed anybody to visit you, even though you weren't conscious yet.

It affected Noah nearly as much as it did the robot. The only difference was that the human had no reason to blame himself for it, because it wasn't his recklessness that nearly killed you.

Mirage fell silent.

He got quiet, very quiet, unusually for him. Every Autobot he used to hang out with knew what happened, how much you meant to him, and how affected he was by the accident. They noticed the sudden shift in his behaviour, the once bubbly personality disappearing just so he could dwell in guilt in peace.

The thing that bothered him a lot among others was that he couldn't see you. He couldn't walk into the hospital you were being taken care of in. He couldn't sit next to you and tell you how painfully sorry he was for doing it to you, for putting you in danger, for hurting you so much your pain radiated off you body and made him feel it, too.

Noah insisted on repairing him, and he agreed purely because then he'd be able to park in front of the hospital to be as near you as possible.

But he was a wreck, both physically and emotionally.

And it still didn't change when you finally got discharged. He was not the one to pick you up from the hospital, it was Noah and Bee. He couldn't face you.

You asked about him when you woke up from the coma, your friend sitting next to you on the uncomfortable hospital chair only shrugging in response, telling you he didn't know anything about Mirage, where he was or how he was.

It was a lie. The robot was spending his time either in the garage, getting fixed by his only human friend, or out on the road, hoping that maybe, just maybe someone would crash into him again, making him feel that pain again. That pain he thought he deserved for harming you.

And when you insisted on Noah taking you to the garage to see him, after getting the information about his location out of the poor human, Mirage couldn't help but feel even worse than before.

You were alive, of course you were alive, but he also did notice the way you winced with every step, how dull the colour of your skin was compared to the times before the accident, how fragile you looked, standing there in front of him with Noah not leaving your side in case you'd collapse onto the floor.

You were alive, but also in so much pain he couldn't even look at you without feeling a strong sting in his spark.

His optics shifted to Noah in an instant, as if he was trying to bash him for taking you here, which he responded to out loud with his hands raised in a defensive gesture, "She threatened me."

You didn't even know what you were feeling at that moment. A mixture of sadness, annoyance, impatience, and hurt made you unable to say anything, forcing you to just stand there in silence. Suddenly, a short wave of pain washed over your right side, making you grimace and put your only free palm on the area surrounding your liver.

As soon as Mirage noticed your movement, he made an involuntary step towards you, his servos extended in your direction, as if he was trying to both comfort you and catch you if you were to fall.

Noah immediately asked, "You okay?" His eyes shifting between your hand on your side and your pained face. You just nodded.

Uncomfortable silence fell between the three of you, and the other human was close to replacing it with whistling just so that he wouldn't have to stand there awkwardly without a word.

"Imma just leave you two, yeah?" He scratched the back of his neck, his feet already leading him in the direction of the exit. "Jus'... scream if you die or somethin'..." he added, the awkwardness making him joke about things he normally wouldn't joke about.

And then, he left. He left poor Mirage with even poorer you. Alone.

You let out a grunt, making your way to the nearest chair to sit down. He was ready to help you with everything, but he didn't know if you even wanted him to, so he just stayed in his spot.

"You look bad," you commented, lazily motioning to his beaten-up body with your hand. The raspiness, the weakness in your voice almost made him drop to his knees.

He responded unsurely after a pause, a forced, unamused smirk on his face plate, "...You should see the other guy."

It was awkward. Awkward as never before, you two having always found it pretty easy to communicate with each other. But now... Now he couldn't help but feel that unpleasant feeling in his tank when you spoke up and made him say something back to you.

And it was his fault.

Your reaction to his little joke wasn't something you could control. A short, quiet chuckle left your mouth, causing you to grab your right side even more tightly and a wince of pain on your face to deepen.

She can't even laugh.

He felt so excruciatingly bad he had to fight himself not to transform into a car and just drive away.

You wanted to tell him that you've been told the other driver didn't make it. But you knew the war it would start in his mind if you shared that information with him, so you stayed silent.

"You look terrible," he muttered after a few moments of observing your body, as if to himself to comment on the damage he'd done.

You snorted, shaking your head in amusement. "That's exactly what every woman likes to hear," you responded, deciding that a little banter would be better than sitting without any words being exchanged.

Mirage's eyes widened slightly as he took a step towards you, his servos up in the air again in a specific gesture that indicated that he didn't actually mean it like that.

He had this tendency to make things worse with his words, and normally it wouldn't bother him at all, but this time it was you. He didn't want to make thing worse with you.

"No, no, you're pretty. Gorgeous, in my humble opinion. Walking perfection even," he wanted to correct himself, spurting word after word just to show you that he didn't want you to be mad at him. "Geez, I'm sorry," he added, bringing his servos to his face plate to cover it in... embarrassment.

Something new for him.

You shook your head, looking up at him with a small smile. "I do look kinda ter—"

Before you could finish your sentence, he said with much more confidence now, "...For everything."

He rarely apologised.

But you deserved to hear it. Even if you weren't ready to forgive him just yet, even if you were to never forgive him, he just needed you to know that he regretted it.

You frowned, opening your mouth to say something, but he interrupted you again, "Maybe I shouldn't have be the fastest car in Brooklyn that day. Maybe I should've listened to you and not be a little shit," he recalled the way you called him these few weeks ago, just minutes before the accident. With determination in his tone, he continued, "You can hate me, I can take it." But then, he changed his mind as soon as he realised he would prefer if you didn't hate him, "Actually. Hate me for the next three days at max. Please. If you don't want me to rip my vents out."

You snorted weakly once more, the movement of your body making you wince in pain again.

He finally found enough courage within himself to get closer to you. With a couple of steps, he kneeled down in front of you and extended one of his servos in your direction, as if non-verbally telling you to stop laughing and not cause yourself even more pain.

"'m sorry," he whispered his apology again, the sincere look in his optics showing you just how much he cared for you.

"It wasn't y—"

"It was," he interrupted you in a much more serious tone, but it was still filled with softness, "I was stupid..."

"Nothing new," you managed to blurt out before closing your eyes shut and grunting, a grimace on your face as you felt another sting of pain, which you were kind of used to now.

You opened your eyes and looked up at his worried optics observing your every move, his servos desperately wanting to touch and help you but he knew it'd only make things worse due to his size.

You let out a short chuckle at your own joke as soon as your body allowed you to.

"Not funny," he reprimanded you with a serious face, not finding your apparent discomfort amusing at all, even though he agreed with your words.

"You were just making jokes ab—"

"So?"

You rolled your eyes at him. "Child," you insulted him, fully aware how much he hated being called out on his childishness.

"I'm older than your cute little Earth, please," he scoffed.

"No, you're not," you deadpanned.

"...So?"

"I hate you," you said, although a small smile on your lips betrayed you.

"That's the spirit," he sighed but the corners of his lips curled up as well. A beat of silence passed and his gaze went back to your face, "I meant that."

You frowned slightly.

"I am sorry. For being the..." he was about to say something that would hurt his pride and ego, but decided it was worth it, "...the dumbest machine there is. Even a hairdryer is smarter than me," he insulted himself, hoping the sacrifice would make you like him again.

"You're right." You nodded, fighting back a chuckle.

He raised his arms in a playfully offended, confused gesture. "You could at least disagree, damn."

You shook your head in amusement.

After another beat of silence, he said seriously, "You're never coming inside me again."

"Wow."

"Should've worded it better, yeah..." he trailed off, "Primus, woman, give me a break." He let out a small laugh when he noticed your amused reaction to his sentence. "No, seriously... I... You're my girl, yeah? Don't want you to... You know, be in pain."

Why did he have to be so awkward about his feelings? Now that he finally had the chance to show you how much he loved you and never wanted to see you hurt again.

"I still have your..." he wanted to say that he still had your blood on some of his parts that didn't want to come off, but then decided it wasn't the best time to tell you that, "I almost lost my mind when I couldn't hear you," he confessed, his tone regaining its sincerity, the look in his optics describing his guilt to you without words.

He was referring to the moment he was so desperately trying to silence everything around him just to be able to find your heartbeat.

"I'm okay..." Your tone was soft, quiet, as if you were trying not to scare a lost, disoriented puppy.

"You're not okay," he disagreed with a slightly clenched jaw, angry at himself, not even for a second at you, "You..." He lowered himself so that he'd be able to whisper to you, as if saying these words more loudly would make them come true someday, "You almost died... I almost killed you..."

His face panel was close enough to your body for you to put your hand against his warm, metal cheek. Mirage immediately melted at the touch, his optics closing slowly just to allow him to savour the softness of your palm as much as he could.

"It wasn't your fault..." you started your monologue, this time the robot allowing you to continue, "I didn't die. I might have a broken bone or two..." He opened his eyes at this sentence, giving you a sad look. "...But I'll be alright. I didn't die," you repeated, which gained you an unsure nod from your boyfriend, who was now avoiding making eye contact with you.

You didn't force him to look up at you.

"I promise..." he trailed off, not wanting to show you how weak he felt, "I promise I'll never do that again..." His gaze went back to meet yours as you smiled softly, your eyes filled with love you had for him. "I'll never be dumber than a hairdryer, you have my unreliable word. And I'll never argue with you. I'll just say that I'm sorry, and that my woman is always right, and I'll shut up for as long as you want me to. And I... I'll never drive over twenty-five. Yeah, it hurts. But guess what hurts more. Seeing you with a broken bone or two."

Joking might've been the only way he would be able to overcome the sorrow he felt within himself. But it worked both for you and him. You really wouldn't have it any other way.

"Tell me," you whispered with a slight head tilt, slowly closing the gap between your faces.

He frowned, not understanding what you meant by that, but then the small smirk on your lips explained it to him.

He rolled his optics, the remains of guilt still evident in them, although with every passing second and every joke, they seemed to disappear bit by bit.

"'m sorry. My woman is always right," he repeated himself, pretending to find it very boring, as if he didn't really want to admit that. But he did. He did want you to know that he meant every single thing that rolled off his glossa.

Your smile widened immediately, your eyes closing as you minimized the gap between your and Mirage's lips completely.

And then, after long weeks of not being able to forgive himself for hurting the only woman he loved, he was finally able to feel relief.

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Saturday Morning Vid Recs - Animals

@poetikat So I know you like cats.... This post started out as a recs list of cat vids. but then I realized there are a ton of other animal vids that you'll get a kick out of and so here I am, with another batch of goodies for you!

Cats!!

Hug Cats! by @rhea314 and @sandalwoodbox. Multi-source. Like…really multi-source! 😻😻😻😻 Cats cats cats cats cats.

Breaking the Habit by Isagel. My Cat From Hell. This vid will make you crack up, it’s amazing. I don't want to be the one the battles always choose.

Murder (Or a Heart Attack) by sisabet. New Girl. Parenting a cat, lmao. "Introducing the mouse-murderin', the heart burglarin', the king of the kennel, Furguson Michael Jordan Bishop!" --Winston Bishop

Happiness and Home by sternenschnuppendrachenschicksal. The Aristocats. ❤️❤️❤️ Home is where the heart is.

Doggos!

Send Me On My Way by @elipie. Wishbone. Wishbone!! the tv Wishbone! Wishbone in all the costumes and adorableness, this is so much love. We will run, we will crawl.

I'll Be There For You by @eruthros. Pit Bulls and Parolees. Animal rescue and love and hugs. "It's for more than three hundred pitbulls, the world's most misunderstood breed of dog; it's for parolees, the guys I hire because no one else will."

Dreams by eunice. Marley & Me. WARNING: The dog dies. This vid will ruin your soul. It’s full of SO MUCH LOVE. And grief. It’s fucking beautiful and ruinous. Tread with caution.

Puppy Love by cosmic_llin. Multi-source. PUPPIES!!!!! Dolly Parton music and PUPPIES.

They’re Good Dogs Brent by bessyboo, platinumvampyr. We Rate Dogs. This vid is pure joy. h*ckin good dogs.

Times Like These by eunice. All Dogs Go to Heaven. Eunice has a motif of killing dogs but this vid is a little more light. Times like these I learn to live again.

Dinosaurs, Penguins, Horses, Rats, Bears and Duckies, Oh my!

Stay Alive by milly. Land Before Time. Scroll down for the YouTube link on this page. This is another incredible animation throwback and full of so much heart. We'll do whatever just to stay alive.

Every Penguin Dance Now by Mr. Anderson. Happy Feet. Nobody was rocking the vidding dancefloor like Mr. Anderson’s editing back in the day. This vid is a 10000000% must-see.

Heart Alone by sasha_feather. Seabiscuit (2003). Found family! Horses!!!!

The Walker by @rhoboat77. Rataouille (2007). This vid is SO. FUCKING. CUTE. Don't miss this one!

Everything I Do by bironic. Cocaine Bear. Warning for drug use and brief implied bear injury, but this vid is not as graphic as the film. It is, however, extremely hilariously inappropriate laugh out loud funny. I can't help it. There's nothin' I want more.

1234 - A Bear Named Winnie by @kuwdora. A Bear Named Winnie (2004). This is slash vid with a bear at the heart of it all. A live action film based on the bear that inspired Winnie the Pooh. Two men go off to war and parent a bear cub. Oh, you're changing your heart. Scroll down in my vidpost to hear me scream about how this movie was made for me.

Somewhere Only We Know by @kiki-miserychic. Winnie the Pooh. This animated Pooh vid is SO sweet and wonderful! I had to run to the vidder to find a link to share since it's not on YouTube but well worth the download and viewing!

Rubber Duckie by krim. Taskmaster UK. This is so unbearably cute! A Taskmaster celebration of our little yellow friends!

Animals of the Sea

(You Drive Me) Crazy by @CherryIce. Sharknado. I cannot get through this vid without laugh crying. Please please please watch this vid and tell Cherry how much you laughed. Please, do it for me. Baby, I'm so into you.

A-ha by sol-se. Deep Blue Sea. This one makes me CACKLE and howl and slap my knees and also this song is so fucking good and just goddamn amazing. LL Cool J trying to kill a shark with a lighter. The way Solvi uses this song! Brilliant. Scientists experiment on sharks in an isolated ocean lab because that is a good idea. Thomas Jane is a shark wrangler, and LL Cool J is a cook with a parrot. Also, Samuel L. Jackson.

Float On by @such-heights. Finding Meno (2003). ❤️❤️❤️ We all float on, okay.

Selachimorpha by @CherryIce. Aquaman. ….There are not enough words, or any words for this vid. You have to see it for yourself. You will regret me earworming you by reccing this vid but it’s worth it for the hilarious perfection. I promise. Aquaman: Protector of the deep.

More cats!!

Cat Apostle, Conqueror of Asthma, Chosen One Of The Light (Vid) by Rhea. 开端 | Reset (TV 2022) This vid makes me clappyhands with glee. I have six cats.

Three by chaila. The Incredible Dr. Pol. Forever cackling about this adorable cat! Hip-hip-hooray for three!!!! 3 legs, 0 problems.

Papa’s Got a Brand New Bag by AbsoluteDestiny. Maru. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

cats…in Space! by niyalune. Multi-source. This vid will make you grin like a happy kitty lovin’ fool. Also A+++++ song choice. Featuring: pet cats, alien cats, evil cats, sexy cats, internet cats, a couple of lions, two litters of kitties, and one actual, real life space cat.

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Space and Robots

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thekatebridgerton · 1 year

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I've been listening to ' All my exes moms' by Brooke Alexx on repeat.

it just got me thinking about how the entire song could just be the Bridgerton partners talking about Violet.

Like imagine that Simon, Kate, Penelope, Sophie, Phillip, Michael, Gareth and Lucy used to date the Bridgertons but for some reason or another broke up with them. That doesn't mean that they broke up with Violet!. Who is the kindest nicest mom ever.

And the Bridgertons finding it supremely awkward that their exes just refuse to cut contact with their mom.

Kate be like ' I broke up with you, not with your family, I can take your mother out for dinner if I want and my mom agrees' Anthony has no refutal for that because he was the one who pushed her away untill they broke up since he was too close to falling inlove. And whenever Kate feels too lonely, she just calls up Violet and just tells her all about her life, and the things she feels she can't tell Mary. Because Violet is a 'cool mom' and she gets Kate

Phillip, Sophie and Penelope would so rather spend Mother's day with Violet, and frequently overdo it with the mothers day gifts. Because Violet is the only mother figure who's ever made them feel warm and accepted. To the point where Violet tells Eloise, Benedict and Colin to keep their mothers day visits short because her favorite adopted kids are taking her on a cruise for mother's day and really she doesn't want to make those sweet children uncomfortable.

Simon often hangs out with Violet whenever she's visiting lady Danbury and Simon low key brag about how he's doing in the recent performance reviews at work and his recent wins at the boxing ring, Violet thinks its cute and she's the good cop to Lady Danbury's bad cop. Because Anthony is just as workaholic as Simon, her darling ex son in law really needs a break, 'dear Simon have you heard about Yoga. Or maybe Kapoeira is more your thing. Much more relaxing than boxing'

Gareth and Lucy like to bring Violet their report cards and University awards because at least she gets excited when they get good grades. They usually join Violet Saturday mornings for brunch to tell her all about how much their families drive them crazy and how hard Lucy is working to get a scholarships to some Ivy league school, far away from her uncle. While Gareth moans about how Uni is actually the worst because of how hard his teachers are. Violet understands them, because she had to scrape by in school too, mom Violet will help with homework!

Meanwhile there's Violet actual children who have to listen to her talk about how sweet their exes are and really she doesn't understand why the breakup happened before those darling children are angels. Because it's obvious that Anthony, Benedict, Colin, Daphne, Eloise, Francesca, Hyacinth and Gregory are still pinning after the one that got away

'Mom may I remind you she broke up with me, not the other way around'

'telling a girl you're incapable of loving her will get you that reaction Anthony, really I raised you better than that, Kate is an absolute Gem'

'We just wanted different things in life mom'

' Sure you did, darling Sophie wanted stability and you just wanted to keep everything ambiguous, Benedict if only you had just....'

'He just doesn't want to start a family'

'Did you think to ask why? Daphne, this is Simon we're talking about, his definition of family might not be the same as yours, why if you knew....'

'I'm the victim here mom! Penelope is the one who picked her career over me'

'Well to be fair, her career isn't going to wake up and hightail to Tahiti the moment she asks for a wedding ring Colin, that sweet girl, I can't believe you broke up over that '

' We just weren't right for each other, everything happened too soon and he didn't even tell me he loved me'

'You ran scared because he was too good to you and you were afraid that the other shoe would drop. Poor Phillip, he's still wondering what he did wrong '

'Well Michael did hightail to India to avoid me'

'He was obviously avoiding his feelings, you didn't need to be so harsh on him Fran'

' he's the one who broke up with me for being too much of a trust fund kid, ugh, I can't help it if my family is rich'

' Gareth is a mature person Hyacinth, the boy just thought you didn't take his money problems seriously!'

'Haselby is gay mom, Lucy seriously would rather go to prom with a gay guy than date me'

'Gregory for the last time, stop mopping, she isn't dating Ricky Haselby to spite you, she's just helping a friend save face Infront of his father, you were the one who blew things out of proportion'

And for the Bridgertons it just feels like Violet is taking their exes side. But really she's just trying to convince them to get back together, because she knows they all still love each other.

#bridgerton #exes to lovers #polin #kanthony #philoise #benophie

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Flightless Bird | eleven | Bradley Rooster Bradshaw

Synopsis: Josephine Wilson Miller is alone for the first time in her life. She got married after her first year of college and became a housewife, but that life is gone now. So she runs to San Diego, to her childhood best friend Jake, where she meets the man who could very well be her salvation.

series warnings: unplanned pregnancy, just pregnancy in general, talks of infertility. past mental and emotional abuse. anxiety. talks of women's reproductive systems (idk)

“Kiss me back,” She whispered, pulling him closer to her.

“Jose,” He whispered, hands gently pushing her hips away, “Stop for a second.”

Jose felt like she’d been zapped, suddenly her brain didn’t feel foggy anymore. There was more than just the two of them. The little kick from inside her reminded her of that fact. She sucked in a deep breath before stepping away. She needed distance.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking,” She rushed to say, “I misread this.”

She backed away some more. Bradley knew that brave girl was gone again. She was scaring herself away this time. He could practically see as she talked herself out of whatever this was. He reached for her, trying to keep her from running.

“Hey, no,” He said so softly it almost hurt her, “That’s not what this is, okay? I just…I know you need someone, and I don’t want to be the person you cling to because of that. I don’t want you to think that-” “If things had been different, like if I hadn’t been married and if I wasn’t pregnant, I would’ve stayed that night at the bar,” She told him, “We would’ve had drinks and I would’ve gotten to know everyone, but I’d still want to leave with you at the end of the night.”

His forehead dropped to hers. He made a noise, somewhere between a sigh and a groan.

“You aren’t here because I feel like I need someone,” She continued softly, “You’re here because I want you, Bradley. God, even Jake and Nat know it.”

He shook his head slowly, “You aren’t mine to want.”

“Bradley, Michael signed the papers,” Jose repeated again, “I’m not married anymore. I’m free to want whoever I want. For once, I’d like to think about what I want, not what anyone else wants for me.”

He brought a hand up to gently stroke her cheek, “And what about what you and your daughter need?”

It was her turn to sigh. Her daughter moved again, as if knowing they were talking about her. The movements were still at the stage that they almost tickled. However, she knew soon enough they would have a lot more power behind them.

“Can I tell you something?” She asked him.

“Seems we’re already being extremely truthful already.”

“She moves more when I’m around certain people. I’m not sure if she can really hear everything going on outside here yet, but she seems to like some voices more than others. She likes Jake’s, but only when he’s using his actual accent, she kicks more at that…and yours. Little Munchkin seems to really like it when you’re around.”

“I-”

Jose stopped, realizing how much she just said, “Shit, I’m sorry. I finally have some energy again, and the hormones are literally about to make me crazy. I used to have a habit of just ramblin on when I was younger, used to drive Jake insane. It’s like I’m a runaway train sometimes and I just can’t stop. I’m scarin you aren’t I? I’m sorry, I really just need to-”

“Stop talking,” He whispered, stepping towards her again, closing whatever distance was left, “I didn’t think I ever wanted a family, or that I could even really have one. After seeing what my mom went through…I never wanted to subject anyone to that. But then you and your sweet little smile and addictive accent showed up. I’ve fucked up a lot, you know that, but I don’t want to fuck around anymore. Not with you.”

She smiled so big it almost hurt her cheeks, “Then don’t anymore.”

He pulled her as close to him as he could manage without squishing her or her stomach. She shivered, despite the fact that it was still warm enough outside. Bradley only smiled. He didn’t realize how much he could actually care for a woman until Jose showed up. For the first time in his life, he finally understood the love that his father must’ve felt. He gave up trying to chase that feeling years ago, but now it was all he wanted.

“Well, Miss Wilson,” He dropped a gentle kiss to her forehead, “I think I’m yours if you’ll have me.”

A sound caught in Jose’s throat as she hugged him tightly. This felt like a new beginning to her, for so many reasons. Jose felt nothing but peace as he held her. She hadn't felt peace like this in years. Not since she was a child. Certainly not since she married Michael.

Behind them, Jake cleared his throat, “Are you just going to stand there with the door open? Or is Bradshaw going to come in for dinner?”

Jose’s cheeks turned pink as she buried her face in Bradley’s chest, “Jake.”

“I’ll start flicking the porch light on and off,” Jake warned, a hint of a laugh in his voice.

“C’mon, let’s get you off your feet,” Bradley said softly, giving her a gentle push towards the door, “Hangman, you want help cooking?”

“Do you even know your way around a kitchen?”

“Do you know your way around a jet?”

Jose only smiled as the two men bickered in a way that friends would. She didn’t know the whole truth behind their relationship, what happened before she came along. But knowing that they seemed to get along now was enough for her.

“They’ll be like this for the rest of the night,” Natasha told Jose once they both sat in the living room, “I swear they fight like brothers these days.”

Jose pulled a blanket around her, “As long as punches aren’t being thrown.”

Nat shook her head, “Not in a long time, actually. They’ve been on their best behavior for a while.”

“You talking about us, Sweetheart?” Jake called from the kitchen.

“All bad things, Bagman,” Nat called back, winking at Jose. “So, are we having a baby shower for you?” Natasha asked a little while later.

“Why? I only know the three of you,” Jose shrugged, “And besides, I got most of what I need second hand. I mean, obviously there are a few things I need to buy new, like a car seat. But I don’t-”

“Oh hon, you’re a part of our family, you know that right? The whole squadron knows about you, and have been dying to meet you. Plus, there’s Maverick, and Penny.”

“I’m not asking a bunch of strangers to show up at a baby shower with gifts for someone they don’t even know,” Jose argued.

“Strangers to you, but family to Jake and Bradley,” Nat shrugged, “Which in a way already makes them your family too.”

“No. I don’t want anythin like that,” She said again, “I don’t need it. I don’t- if you haven’t noticed I don’t do well with a lot of people.”

Natasha was quiet for a while. She knew Jose was shy and that she had her reasons. She liked to keep her circle small. So Nat never tried to push the other woman when it came to other people. She would tease her about Bradley because she knew she could. But she knew there were lines she couldn’t cross.

“Alright, but at least tell me what I can get you,” Nat sighed, “Because you and that baby are getting something from Aunt Nat.”

Jose shrugged, “I don’t know. I’m kind of figuring all of this out as I go.”

“Well, I’ll call my mom, or one of my siblings,” Nat replied, “We have so many kids in the family, I’m sure one of them will have some idea.”

Jose sunk into the couch a little more. She was an only child, and more likely than not, her daughter would be too. The fact that she was even able to have one baby was a miracle in itself. Jose doubted she would ever get the chance again, even if she might want it one day.

“It must’ve been nice growing up with siblings,” She said almost sadly.

“Oh, Jo, I’m sorry.”

Jose waved her hand, “Don’t worry about it. She’ll have her aunt and uncle to look after her. Maybe cousins one day too?”

“Maybe, if he gets off his ass and starts asking the right questions,” Nat joked, “But you know, I’ll always look after both of you, right?” “I know, you’re like the sister I never had,” Jose replied, “I never got along well with Jake’s sisters. Well, not his older sisters at least, his younger sister was a little too young to be friends with.”

Nat nodded, “They aren’t fans of me either, don’t worry.”

“That’s because they hate everyone,” Jake added, leaning over the back of Nat’s chair so he could kiss her, “They’re awful judges of character.”

“You should bring your mama out here,” Jose suggested, “Her, I actually miss.”

“Bringing her means bringing him too.”

“Am I allowed to say I hate him?” Nat questioned.

“Yes,” Jake and Jose replied.

The sound of pots and pans clanging drifted from the kitchen. Jose eyed Jake, silently asking what was happening. Jake just shrugged and sat on the arm of Nat’s chair.

“He kicked me out of my own kitchen.”

“You stopped listening!” Bradley called.

“Big surprise,” Jose laughed, throwing a pillow at Jake, “I’m a better cook anyway.”

“Bradshaw!” Jake called out as Jose got up, “Keep your damn hands to yourself while you’re in my kitchen. You hear me?”

“Jake, follow your own advice,” Jose said over her shoulder, “Then maybe we’ll talk.”

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mossyivy · 5 months

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This is so basic but it just popped into my mind and I thought it was the cutest thing in the world!

Imagine Leon sneaking Violet onto his motorcycle when she was a kid. You absolutely hated the idea of your little girl on Leon’s motorcycle, especially knowing how he was. It freaked you out—no matter how many times Leon tried to explain to you that it was totally okay.

Leon would come up with a plan to keep you out of the house; he’d give you his credit card to splurge on yourself, saying you earned and deserved it for taking care of his daughter, and as well as being an amazing wife. You accepted of course, giving yourself a day to go crazy and shop till your little heart dropped.

You’d come home to a suspiciously quiet house…Where the hell did Violet and Leon go? His car was in the garage, but his motorcycle wasn’t. Your brain would just immediately connect the dots, he took Violet on his motorcycle. No wonder he was so persistent in you getting out of the house!!

As soon as you heard your little girls giggles and the door open, you’re already at the top of the stairs with your arms crossed. Violet was talking about how fun it was! How it cool it was feeling the wind through her hair, all while Leon took his leather jacket off.

And once he saw you…He knew he was in trouble.

- Anon! 🎀

(I'll be honest, I'd be fucking furious with him too)

His wife just standing at the top of the steps looking down at him like Michael Myers...

And Leon's silently shitting bricks cause he knows she knows. He fucked up big time. You walk downstairs and Violet comes rushing up to you. Telling you everything about the motorcycle ride, as if Leon telling her not to say anything completely left her mind. You crouch to her level fixing her wind blown hair back in place as she keeps blathering.

"Violet baby, why don't you go brush your hair? Get all tidied up and mommy'll take you to get dinner."

"Okay!" Violet smiles wider and starts skipping off down the hall towards the bathroom, Leon starts trying to follow her when you grab his shoulder after quickly standing. Gritting your teeth as you spoke.

"Not you." You could feel the tension coming back into your body. You just spent the day getting a nice massage and shopping. Now you can feel the knots already building back up again. Hearing the bathroom door shut you immediately start tearing into him.

"I told you I didn't want her on that thing yet. You blatantly disrespected my wishes and got me out of the house for the day so you could take our 3 year old out for joy ride on a two wheel death machine... with you driving!"

"Baby it's not -"

"It is a big deal, Leon!" You interrupt him, making him bite the inside of his cheek.

"She's been asking me to take her and I just wanted to give her something she wanted."

"Leon... She's too little to understand how dangerous it is. That's why don't want her on that stupid motorcycle yet. I know you want to give her the world but you need to say no sometimes! I already have to deal with the thought of losing you every time you leave the house and I can't... Not her too..." You take a sharp breath in, thinking about the possibility of losing your husband was enough to break your heart, but your little girl... That would kill you.

"Hey, hey that's not gonna happen. Either of those things." He pulls you into a tight hug. Rubbing at your back as you lazily wrap your arms around him.

"You can't promise that." He pulls back, moving your hair out of your face, kissing your forehead.

"I know, but you also can't go around thinking like that or you'll drive yourself insane." You pout at him, feeling your tension start to dissipate.

"I'm already insane, I married you... And gave you a kid." He chuckles, lifting your chin to give you a much needed reassuring kiss. You melt into him just like you do any other time you two kissed. Slowly pulling back he rests your foreheads together with a soft smile.

"I'm sorry," he whispers, rubbing gentle circles into your hips with his thumbs, "I won't take her out again unless you think it's okay..." You sigh in relief, kissing his cheek.

"Thank you honey."

"But I did get her a harness. Strapped her to my chest and made sure she was holding on nice and tight. Honestly she reminded me of you your first time on the bike. It was cute. Good memory to have with her."

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pwnyta · 2 months

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tell me about lost in general bc i watched it vaguely as it was releasing but i was. a child. and never rewatched it and i love learning abt media secondhand through ppl who are rlly into it bc i always learn things in variable order or with immense biases. :)c

THATS SO MUCH RESPONSIBILITY!!! THERES SO TO EXPLAIN!!!

Well obviously.... LOST is about a bunch of survivors of a plane that crashed on a mysterious spooky island and happenings HAPPEN & shenanigans ensue but the story is so twisty turny there is no way I could possibly explain...

BUT I WILL TALK ABOUT MY BLORBOS!!!

FROM MY SHOW!!!

We'll get these three dumbasses outta the way. In order-

Jack. Hes a doctor and the main guy of the series.

Kate. Shes a criminal. The main girl of the series

Sawyer. Hes way better then the other two also a criminal the rival love interest for Kate.. hes gruff. Hes smarmy. he makes insensitive jokes about people. He gets a way more interesting story than the other two. Hes like Daryl Dixon from TWD except actually hot and not stupid as hell. Theyre basically the same guy.

The tension between these 3 fuckin idiots is SO played out. None of this is Kates fault but her character is made significantly worse when this love triangle turned love... square when Juliet gets added later. Jack gets with both Kate and Juliet at some point and theyre both way more interesting with basically anyone else. Including Sawyer!!!

This is all Jacks fault. As per usual.

Jacks claim to fame- Being wrong... all the god damn time. So much that he does is just not correct. Except being nice to Sayid. That is always correct.

Kates Claim to fame- Bein bogged down by fuckin love interests and being an immediately better character when not around them. Especially when shes with Claire.

Sawyers Claim to fame- Bein a redneck guy.

Sun and Jin. Sun is the daughter of some shady business man and Jin, because he loves Sun, ends up working for her father and their life kinda spirals for a bit NGL but they get SOOOO much better.

MY BABIES.... DO NOT SEPARATE THEM.

Sun and Jin are so fucking good its actually crazy. Initially Jin was gonna just get killed off for bein a bastard but (presumably) the writers were like 'Are we really gonna waste DANIEL DAE KIM like that? Are we being so for real? Have you seen him???' And they changed their minds and Sun and Jin are both so precious and I LOVE THEM SO MUCH I DONT WANNA SPOIL THINGS BUT I LOVE THEM. Theyre hands scene.... I WILL CRY FOREVER.

Suns Claim to fame- Crackin Ben in the dome cuz she REASONABLY didnt believe him! Jack could never.

Jins Claim to fame- Being found in the woods occasionally by world weary friends and instantly making theyre day better.

Walt and Michael...

I think what happened here is Walt grew too quickly for the show and he just sorta got let go... which left Michael with NOT MUCH ELSE TO DO.

BUT THE WRITERS DID THIS MAN SO FUCKING DIRTY ITS INSANE. The fandom too! Walt gets kidnapped by some dudes AT GUN POINT. AT SEA!!! AND NO ONE FUCKING CARED... EXCEPT MICHAEL. But people got REAL MAD at Michael for everything he did after in desperation to get his son back. MICHAEL DID NOTHING WRONG(except for all the wrongs he did but we forgive him.)

Michaels relationship with Sun & Jin was great. First there was a thing with Sun and Jin... and then Sun with Michael... and then Jin and Michael (A wild and adorable friendship holy shit)...

Anyways Michael deserved better KEEP MY WIFES NAME OUT YOUR GODDAMN MOUTH. Wasting Harold Perrineau... Imma watch OZ instead THATLL SHOW YOU.

Walts Claim to fame- Bein a lil cutie pie of like 5 minutes & then getting kicked off the show for growing like 12 feet an hour (speculation)

Michaels Claim to fame- Ruining Hurleys date & becoming Sun and Jins boyfriend.

Charlie and Claire! Charlie is drug addict member of the band DRIVE SHAFT! Claire is a pregnant lady whos secretly something to someone else but we wont get into it.

They are sometimes cute sometimes cursed Claire deserves better and NOT PENNYS BOAT STILL MAKES ME CRY. GOOD BYE.

Charlies Claim to Fame- Putting his hand on glass and devastating a community of innocent fans.

Claires Claim to Fame- Taking care of 'Aaron' IYKYK

Sayid has such a cursed life... if anyone has watched VLD... its worse than what they did to Shiro. People he loves keeps dying, hes forced to kill people, every time he gets hurt he looks up with his big sad brown eyes and says he deserves it. he tries so hard to be a good man... WHY DO THINGS KEEP HAPPENING TO HIM.

Claim to fame- His big sad brown eyes and his luscious curls... and that time he snapped a mans neck with his ankles after he was tied up and beaten and held at gun point... As one does.

And then theres THIS fuckin freak... JOHN LOCKE.

His dad stole his kidney and threw him out a window paralyzing him from the waist down and he acts completely normal because of that throughout the rest of the show. (HES PHENOMENAL.)

Claim to fame- DONT EVER TELL ME WHAT I CANT DO!!!!!

Then theres HUGO. BEST BOY!!!! Hes basically the only normal person on this entire island. Sometimes bad things happen to him THROUGH NO FAULT OF HIS OWN OH MY GOD PLEASE BE NICE TO HIM.

Claim to fame- HURLEY HUGS!!!! GOLLY HE HUGS SO MANY PEOPLE AND THEYRE ALL HAPPY ABOUT IT!!! EVEN MILES! And Miles could find a way to complain about ANYTHING.

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Those are like the MAIN GUYS.

WHO THE HELL IS NIKKI!? We just dont know.

But have some important other guys~

DESMOND AND PENNY....

(me blubbering and bawling)

Claim to fame- (I just continue pointing and crying) CHARLIEEEE

BEN LINUS!!!

I know I called John a freak but heres John bigger freak of a boyfriend/tormentor/tormentee... This mans name is Been Lyin' basically and he'll lie about anything anywhere at anytime at all down here in the deep blue sea! AND PEOPLE JUST KEEP BELIEVING HIM. So at some point you just go... 'well they kinda deserve it.'

Michael Emersons performance as Ben Linus was so fuckin good they kept him on for the rest of the series even tho he was definitely not supposed to be there that long. IT WAS THE BEST DECISION. BEN IS SO GOOD(as a character in LOST hes a bastard otherwise.)

Claim to fame- Gettin his ass beat constantly. In a funny way. Sayid also gets bullied a lot but Sayid doesnt deserve it. BEN DOES. ITS FUNNY EVERY TIME.

Rousseau is a crazy French woman who lives in the woods. She does torture Sayid a little and a lesser woman would be incinerated for that action alone....... but I love Rousseau.

Claim to fame- Taking any opportunity to beat the shit outta Ben. Good for her.

Abaddon! Hes not an important character really at all... THEY DIDNT DO ANYTHING WITH LANCE REDDICK!?!?!? THEY JUST KILLED HIM!?!? FOR WHAT REASON DO YOU HIRE LANCE REDDICK AND DO NOTHING WITH HIS CHARACTER!?

Claim to Fame- BEING PLAYED BY LANCE REDDICK!!!!!!!

There are a bunch of other characters... ones that I love... like Frank and Miles and Mr Eko and Nikki and Paulo(who the hell are Nikki and Paulo!?) and Rose and Bernard and Boone and Shannon but I'll leave you with one last character.

VINCENT!!!!!! SUCH A GOOD BOY!!!

Claim to Fame- Making sure a certain someone does not die alone cuz they lived together.

I just wanna talk about LOST with you Just wanna kinda get LOST in you ya~ Was thinking maybe I could watch LOST with you cuz im already~ LOST IN YOU~

#extrahorribledynne

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hecatesbroom · 6 months

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For the ask game -- The Golden Girls, of course! But also The Good Place, if you'd like! And I'm curious about what your favourite movie might be, if you have one, so consider that my third suggestion :)

aa thanks for the ask! And so sorry I took so long to reply. I love asks but am notoriously bad at getting to them on time, haha.

Of course the Golden Girls! (Which you can find answered here!)

The Good Place it is! + my favourite movie, both under the cut because this is getting long

My rating (1-10)

I still haven't watched the full show so I don't think I could rate it yet, but it's somewhere in the 8-9 range!

My favourite character

Ooh this is hard! I think Janet? Maybe? I love how she makes her own journey towards humanity. Though I also love Michael, possibly for the very same reason haha. It's been a while since I watched though, so I don't have too many well thought-out things to say about them at the moment!

My least favourite character

That bad guy? The demon trying to mess up everyone's plans? I forgot his name but I detest the guy (which I think is how you're supposed to feel as the audience, so you know, it makes sense haha)

The character I think I’d be friends with

To be perfectly honest, I can't really see myself getting along with any of the main cast. I'm sure they'd all get on my nerves after a while! 😂 my safest bet is probably Janet, or maybe Chidi.

The character I think I won’t hit off with

See my answer above! But I think out of the main cast, I'd get along worst of all with Jason. He's a nice guy, but even as a relatively patient person I'm sure he'd drive me crazy at some point 😂

My favourite episode/scene

It's been a while, but I still remember the way the reveal at the end of season 1 made me feel. And that was amazing!! It opened up a whole new layer of context, and gave the show so much more meaning. So that's probably my favourite part: the reveal!

Whose clothing style I like best

Oohh, I think it's Janet's outfit, to be honest. It's just great, what can I say?

Times I watched it (and if I would again)

Just once, about 2/3 of the way through, and I'd absolutely rewatch at some point (after I finally manage to finish it)!

My favourite movie is The Sound of Music! There are plenty of others I enjoy watching and rewatching, but nothing ever quite matches up to the magic of The Sound of Music :)

My rating (1-10)

10/10!! of course!

My favourite character

Maria, if only because I adore Julie Andrews (and she's just a great character!!) It's rare to find characters who are this kind and positive, without being a pushover or the comic relief :)

My least favourite character

I don't think I really have one? There are a couple I dislike for obvious reasons, but they all serve an important part in the plot, so I can't really bring myself to pick *one* I dislike most?

The character I think I’d be friends with

It'd probably be lots of fun to be friends with Maria! She seems like such a bright, uplifting person to be around. And also like the type to befriend everyone she encounters, haha.

The character I think I won’t hit off with

Uh. I think this is obvious if you've seen the movie lmao

My favourite episode/scene

Everything?? (Alright, I always swoon a little when I watch the Laendler scene)

Whose clothing style I like best

To be really honest, the costuming is the one problem I have with The Sound of Music. They're in the late 1930s! Why is everyone dressed like they're in the 50s and 60s?? I love how everyone's outfits match their characters, but come on, why didn't they make them more appropriate to the decade at least? :')

Times I watched it (and if I would again)

More times than I can count, probably (and yup, I'm definitely watching it again. And again. And again!)

Thanks for sending an ask! <3 I tried to keep it short, and I think I kind of succeeded (for my standards, anyway 😂)

#alys.txt #ask #ask games

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CHECK UNDER THE DOORMAT

(reader)

• memories - conan gray

"now i can't say, 'goodbye',

if you'll stay here the whole night,

you see, it's hard to find an end to something that you keep beginning,

over, and over again,

i promise that the ending always stays the same,

so there's no good reason in make-believing,

that we could ever exist again."

• already gone - sleeping at last

"i want you to know,

that it doesn't matter,

where we take this road,

but someone's gotta go,

and i want you to know,

you couldn't have loved me better,

but i want you to move on,

so, i'm already gone."

• requiem - laura dreyfuss, michael park, & jennifer laura thompson

"why should i have a heavy heart?

why should i start to break in pieces?

why should i go and fall apart for you?

why should i play the grieving girl and lie,

saying that i miss you,

and that my world has gone dark without your light?

i will sing no requiem tonight."

(joel)

• ghost of you - 5 seconds of summer

"so i drown it out like i always do,

dancing through our house with the ghost of you."

• somewhere only we know - keane

"oh, simple thing, where have you gone?

i'm getting old, and i need something to rely on,

so, tell me when you're gonna let me in,

i'm getting tired, and i need somewhere to begin,

and if you have a minute, why don't we go,

talk about it somewhere only we know?

this could be the end of everything."

• rescue - lauren daigle

"i will send out an army to find you,

in the middle of the darkest night,

it's true, i will rescue you."

• fourth of july - sufjan stevens

"did you get enough love, my little dove?

why do you cry?

and i'm sorry i left, but it was for the best,

though it never felt right,

my little versailles."

(tommy)

• you are enough - sleeping at last

"when we grew up, our shadows grew up too,

but they're just old ghosts that we grow attached to,

the tragic flaw is that they hide the truth,

that you're enough, you're enough, you're enough."

• talk to me - cavetown

"you don't have to be a prodigy to be unique,

you don't have to know what to say or what to think,

you don't have to be anybody you can never be,

that's alright, let it out, talk to me."

(jesse)

• open arms - jorge rivera-herrans & steven dookie

"this life is amazing when you greet it with open arms,

i see in your face, there is so much guilt inside your heart,

so why not replace it and light up the world,

here's how to start,

greet the world with open arms."

• this side of paradise - coyote theory

"are you lonely? (are you lonely?),

our fingers dancing when we meet,

you seem so lonely (are you lonely?)."

(reader and jesse)

• better in stereo - liv & maddie

"when you say yeah, i say no,

when you say stop,

all i wanna do is go, go, go!

you,

the other half of me,

the half i'll never be,

the half that drives me crazy."

• brother - kodaline

"if i was dying on my knees,

you would be the one to rescue me,

and if you were drowned at sea,

i'd give you my lungs so you could breathe,

i've got you, brother."

HOWL!!! sobbing. heartpascal works hard but h-owlpost works HARDER. every time. i’m literally gonna scream and cry hello????

memories by conan gray: literally perfect. those EXACT lyrics are so so fitting. like r might’ve been ok eventually if joel and ellie had never come back, but now that they’re in jackson, she just can’t move on 😭

already gone: has me hollering and screaming and yelling and in pain. as well the lyrics “remember all the things we wanted, now our memories are haunted” HHHHHH this whole song is SO PERFECT HOWL STOP IT RN.

requiem: A BRAND NEW SONG FOR ME. oh my god. oh my god? i cannot articulate this one. *

i love ghost of you but my attention is stolen by somewhere only we know: I HAVE KNOWN THIS SONG FOREVER AND I DIDNT EVEN THINK. it’s so perfect. it’s too perfect. HELLO???? “i’m getting old and i need something to rely on” JOEL MY BELOVED 😭 *

rescue: oh yes. this song is so joel miller coded.

FOURTH OF JULY IS OUT OF POCKET I AM GLING TO SCREAM!!!!! *

cavetown is so so close to my heart. i cant even tell you. “it’s so dark tonight, but you’ll survive, certainly. it’s alright, come inside and talk to me” i am yelling so so loudly *

open arms is so good for jesse and r. I LOVE HOW ITS UPBEAT AND AND AND. also i think it is so reader and jesse coded with how different they are. LIKE R WOULD DEFINITELY BE MORE DEFENSIVE!!! at least at their ages rn, whilst jesse is like. dude relax 🙄 *

this side of paradise: yes. and “IF YOURE LONELY COME BE LONELY WITH ME!!!” need i say more.

BAHAHA BETTER IN STEREO IS SO THEM I LOVE IT. maybe one of my FAVOURITE CHOICES EVER. they are both menaces to each other it’s TRUE.

BROTHER: this one. this one. i love this song so much. this is them. THIS ONE. if i could choose any song it’d be this one. *

#heartpascal says #howl <3 #ok i couldn’t help myself this time #HAD TO COMMENT ON EACH SONG #THEY ARE SUCH GOOD CHOICES #I LOVE SO MANY OF THESE #AND SOME NEW ONES TOO???#AND YET THEY STILL FIT SO WELL???????#howl #i’m going to cry #also i love how every time you sign off with a different pedro pascal gif AHAHA #not the agent whiskey one #he’s so <3 #also the * are my favourites #as you can see #there’s a lot

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lunarsilver · 2 years

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Some messages for you. PAC Reading

It was supposed to be called "Short messages for you" but it came out longer than I intended to lol. You know, sometimes I have this urge to use a few things in my divination and this was the case. As always, pick the one you feel most drawn to!

REMEMBER

I’m not a doctor, a psychiatrist, a therapist nor a psychologist. Tarot readings will never replace meetings with them.

It’s a general reading, so not everything will resonate.

If you can’t choose between two piles, probably both of them have some messages for you. You can also not identify with any of them and that’s okay too.

Readings can help you make a decision, but they shouldn’t be the main reason of making it.

1 ~ 2 ~ 3

PILE 1

Charms: let’s go!, it was a good evening, we have nothing to lose, cheers!

Quotes:

I used to think that I was bold

I used to think love was for fun

Now all my stories have been told

Except for one

- You will be okay Sam Haft

Let’s drive around town in my Cadillac

Girls int the front, boys in the back

Loosey as a goosey and we’re looking for some fun

- Woman Kesha

Shufflemancy: Shatter me Lindsey Stirling

Tarot: Ten of Cups (R) – Knave of Pentacles – Knight of Wands (R) – Back of the Deck: Five of Pentacles

Interpretation: Okay, both charms and the second quote talk about having fun, going to parties – try it if you hesitate to do so, and it looks like it works out for you if you already do it! A lot of fun and meeting new people is clear here, and even Knave of Pentacles looks like someone dancing.

On the other hand, the first quote and the tarot, talk about what you need to work on. Are there some conflicts in your relationships? Try to find the common ground, think about what a perfect relationship looks like for you – nothing perfect exists, of course, but it’s something we can strive for. Some of you may isolate themselves. There’s a difference between being alone and being lonely, and if the second case is yours, it’s always worth trying. I decided to do shufflemancy now, kinda as an afterthought, and yup, looks like most people who chose this pile want to make some change in their life but are scared to do it. Again – go to this party or this club and see what will happen, just stay safe. The first step is the hardest one. For some of you, I think the first quote speaks about some romantic interest/someone being into you.

PILE 2

Charms: but what if?, lets go!, success!, what do you wish for? you know what’s good, give something from you

Quotes:

Other dancers may be on the floor

Dear, but my eyes will see only you

Only you have that magic technique

When we sway I go weak

- Sway Michael Buble

This room is so suffocating

Walking on ice, but nobody breaks it

Stuck in this one-way conversation

Guess I’ll be here for awhile

- People I Don’t Like UPSAHL

Shufflemancy: Crazy Daniela Andrade

Tarot: The High Priestess – The Magician (R) – Knight of Cups – Back of the Deck: Five of Pentacles

Interpretation: I feel like this pile is about romantic stuff, 3 cards from four are all in pink, red and white, and two have red roses on it, Knight of Cups, the quotes... There was this song playing in another room while I was doing this reading, and words “Nothing compares to you” caught my attention. Kinda looks like a situationship. The quotes suggest there is a person that is infatuated with the second one, that seems to be less interested (“stuck in this one-way conversation”) – or maybe someone talks much more than the second one, OR you both are “walking on ice, but nobody breaks it” even though it’s about time to do it. The High Priestess tells you to listen to your intuition, there are some tricks at hand, some uncertainity and problems with communication. After winning with it, there will be better time, probably romance, you will give or receive a love offer. The charms are pretty optimistic and encourage you to do something you think about. If the third pile also caught your attention, there may be some messages for you.

PILE 3

Charms: give something from you (it fell out while I was mixing the charms in the basket, so treat it as the most important one), everything is possible, now you can go crazy, this is the moment, you interest me, shall we dance?

Quotes:

In youth, you lay awake at night and scheme

Of all the things that you would change

But it was just a dream

- Warriors Imagine Dragons

I’ll make my own future

I won’t leave it to fate

- My name is… Once Monsters

Shufflemacy: Wszystko czego dziś chcę Brodka, A_Gim (okay, this was the first time a non-English song came up during my reading, basically there are two people that barely know each other – one of them imagines already a whole future with the second person while she only wants to go to bed with him)

Tarot: Four of Pentacles (R) – Knave of Swords (R) – The Death (R) – Five of Cups

Interpretation: While I was shuffling the cards with quotes, a thought “get this shit done” came to my mind lol. What you need to do but still didn’t? Both charms and quotes encourage you clearly to do this thing you think about, to seize the day. Just like in the first pile, there is this saying “go, do it finally, have fun”. The last two charms probably talk about some flirt, but the song suggests you and this person will be on different pages. Alternatively, it talks about two different persons. If you feel like the love part is important and you felt drawn to the second reading as well, there can be some messages for you.

The cards show you should stop and rethink some things. What do you want? How to go there? What is your relationship with money? Some change is around the corner but you’re resisting it.

#pac #pac reading #free tarot reading #tarot reading #tarot #tarotcommunity #charms #shufflemancy #oracle cards #oracle

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sallysgrancanwrite · 2 years

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Chapter Nine

Over the next weeks Michael seemed like he had changed. Chloe wasn't all battered and bruised anymore. However, they were learning that abuse can be emotional too. Chloe really started to look down on herself. One morning she announced she was cutting her hair. All her beautiful hair off!

"Why on earth would you do that?” said Beth and Edith simultaneously.

"Michael says my hair should be short. Long hair isn't in style anymore. Maybe he's right." She said , looking into the coffee in her cup.

"Well I don't care what he says, you look great and everyone knows it except that moron. And if he doesn't like it why is he dating you? He needs to stop trying to change you," Beth said.

Edith chimed in, "You're not still on that crazy grapefruit diet of his are you? You are plenty thin enough. Stop starving yourself.”

"I quit that. It made me sick after a while." Chloe said.

"Hey,” said Bob, “why don't we all go do some sight-seeing up in the mountaiin area today. Take some drinks and food and make a day of walking the paths up there. What do ya say ladies?”

They all nodded. It would be good for all of them.

“Let's get some food and drinks ready girls," said Edith.

They wrapped up some cold fried chicken, some fruit, veggies and of course some of Edith's famous oatmeal raisin cookies. They also grabbed some water for the walking and soda for later.

"Bob looks like we're ready. Got the rifle ready just in case we run into something ornery?" Edith asked.

"Yes ma'am I sure do. Everything is ready. Let's go ladies."

As they pulled out and drove down the street Chloe saw that car parked again. The windows were tinted so you couldn't see who was driving. It bothered her. As they left town she never saw them but about 15 miles out of town they caught up.

"Bob, do you see that vehicle behind us? It's been at the house at night watching but leaves when I see them and now they are following us. Who are they?"

"Let's find out.” Bob said.

He pulled over and the car pulled over. Bob walked back there and they talked a few minutes but you couldn't hear them. Bob got back into the car.

"Chloe,” Bob said, "you need to go back and speak to the person in the car. They would like to speak with you."

"Who is it?" Chloe asked

"Just go talk to them." Bob said

Chloe sat for a time not wanting to because she was a bit frightened and wanted to know who it was. But finally she opened her door and slowly walked back to the other car.

The person asked, “Could you get in the passenger side please?"

Chloe hesitated but finally walked around to the other side of the car and got in. The person in the seat was wearing something over their face. To hide their identity? Chloe wondered. Finally Chloe spoke.

"Why do you cover your face? I want to know who you are and why you are following us." She stated.

The person sat motionless for a time and then said in a rough voice, “My name is Hope and I don't think you can handle what's under this veil. No one can so I keep myself hidden from the world so as to not scare anyone."

"You would be surprised what I can handle." Chloe said. What happened to you?" She asked

"I was burned over most of my body. I was started on fire and left to burn."

Chloe gasped. “Who would do that?"

"You would be shocked if I told you. Do you really want to know? Because I'm not sure you'll believe me."

"If it is someone I know tell me. Tell me now!" Chloe yelled.

"Very well. It was Michael, my ex husband, your boyfriend. Do you believe me??"

"Let me see. Let me see what you say he did."

She too the veil slowly off, shaking in fear. She had never shown anyone. She was hideous. She finally mustered the courage and took the veil completely off. Chloe just stared in horror. She couldn't even scream. There were eyes but no eyelids. She only had two small holes to breathe from and a small opening to speak from. The fire had done damage to her throat that's why she had such a rough voice. She had little openings from which to hear from and she had to wear a wig for hair. It was the worst thing Chloe had ever seen. She quickly put her veil back on.

"The Dr's are going to start reconstructive surgery soon,” she said. "So I won't always be hideous."

"You're not." Chloe said. “You're beautiful and very brave and courageous to show me and talk to me. I have however, gotten Michael into therapy and he is doing wonderful."

Hope looked at her and said, "So he doesn't hit you or go into rages anymore?"

"Well he can get upset, but who doesn't, but no he doesn't hit anymore." Chloe stated.

"Listen,” Hope said, “I'm here for one reason. To tell you to get away from this man. He will at some point try to kill you. I don't care how much therapy you've had. I've said my piece now I'll let you go."

Chloe just sat in utter silence. That wasn't the Michael she knew. He wouldn't kill someone. "Would he?" She thought

She finally came to and opened the car door.

"Hope, I'm am so sorry for what happened to you. I really am." She shut the door and walked away.

She could not tell Edith or Beth or there would be no Michael in her life. They would see to it. She didn't know how much Bob knew but she'd have to find out.

As she got back in Beth had fifty questions.

"It was no one, just an old friend who wasn't sure where exactly I lived."

"What friend?” Beth asked

"Someone I met the summer I was a camp counselor.”

An hour later they reached a part they could park and later picnic. They grabbed only there water and Bob grabbed the rifle. It was the perfect t day to be out in nature. Fall was here and the trees had changed colors to yellow,oranges and reds. It was beautiful. Chloe did bring her phone as did everyone in case of emergency so they were taking some wonderful pictures. They got some wildlife shots from a distance. They turned out great. They came across the waterfalls where there were steps to walk down and then behind the waterfalls. It was amazing. It was such a fun day. They were all glad they came. They hiked back to the car and found a spot to sit and have some lunch before driving back.

"Y'all want to go to some flea markets?" Bob asked.

"I want to look for some stuff I need to finish my craft projects for the holiday craft fair." He said.

"We're always game for a flea market. Beth and I are fixing up toys for needy children sat Christmas. Maybe we'll find good newer ones there." Chloe said.

"And I just go to buy stuff,” giggled Edith.

They all laughed. Chloe thought back to the conversation with Hope. How unhappy do you have to be to start someone on fire? Was that the fire that killed his parents? In the house he's rebuilding? Now she wanted to know more.

On Monday, as promised Michael showed up for lunch.

"Hey honey, you going on break soon or later?" He asked

"I can go right now. It's pretty slow. If it gets busy I'll get back up and help Beth."

"The house is almost completely done, except furnishings. You want help with that? I'm not good with that."

"Sure, I'd love to. I love decorating! Just tell me when."

"Great, in the next few days we can start."

Beth watched them and just knew, sooner or later Michael would start the abuse all over again and she was going to have to beat the crap out of him. See how he likes it.

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Would you rather have another job? I don’t know what the hell else I would do lol. Right now I’m hating it because I need to be paid more and I’m training someone who makes more than me and it just sucks, but overall, I really do like what I do.

Did you ever live in a house with more than one story? Our building is 2 stories and we live in the basement. Growing up my house had two stories.

What room of your home do you spend most time in? The living room.

Is your second toe longer than your big toe? Is it bad that I can’t remember? haha.

Have you ever given yourself a tattoo? Nope.

Do you own any clothes you wouldn’t wear in front of your mother? Well, my mom’s dead, so.

Do you have health insurance? Yeah. What are some medical issues you’re currently dealing with? Oh I’m fully convinced all my organs are slowly failing, but, ya know.

Why did you last take pain medication? I had a headache.

What physical traits have you inherited from your father? My eyes and nose.

How about your mother? My face structure and mouth.

What personality traits do you wish your children would inherit from you? I'm not having kids merely for the fact that I’m not passing this shit down to another human.

What parts of the world are your ancestors from? Places where white people are.

Have you ever had a strange pet, outside of the normal animals people keep? No.

Do you believe in astrology? I’m not hardcore about it but I strongly identify with a lot of Virgo traits.

Do you drive an electric car? I have a hybrid that runs on battery when the car goes under 15MPH. It charges while I’m driving it.

Do you like facial hair on guys or do you prefer the clean shaven look? I like stubble.

Who was your first celebrity crush? Ash Ketchum from Pokemon. Who is your current celebrity crush? Michael Longfellow. Are you good with kids? Sure.

Are you usually late, early, or right on time? I can be any of these at any given time.

Are you good at applying makeup? I manage but I also just use very basic shit when I do ware it.

Do you like pastel colored hair? Mine is currently pastel pink.

What do you think about the most? Just, life, man.

Do you like to see it snowing outside? It’s nice to look at if I don’t have to go anywhere.

Do you have your national flag hanging up anywhere outside your house? Definitely not.

Have you ever been in a choir? We used to have music classes in grade school and we all sung in those.

Do you look older or younger than you actually are? Younger.

When is the next time you’ll be up on stage? I have no idea.

Where did you spend your last birthday at? I had dinner with my family and Mark and I went on a little staycation and got sushi.

What was the last show that you watched a full episode of? Saturday Night Live.

Is there anything you need to work on doing soon? Little bit, yeah.

Were you ever a boy or girl scout? Nope.

Do you take your medications in the morning or at night? I don’t take any medication at all.

Have you ever bought a YouTuber’s merch? Nope.

What is the best type of donut? Jelly filled powered donuts are my favorite. I also like Boston cream.

Do you like thrift stores? Sure.

What is your town known for? Probably the food and the architecture most of all. Also people like to think we’re crazy dangerous but we aren’t even in the top 10 most dangerous cities.

Have you ever used a fake name at Starbucks? No.

What color is your lava lamp? I don’t own one.

Who is your favorite Lisa Frank character? I don’t know them by name but I always liked the kitties and the aliens the most.

What’s your favorite movie that you remember seeing in the theater? Recently it was Bottoms.

Do you know anyone who has ten cats? My dad’s neighbor does.

Have you ever had a cat? I had two growing up and three currently.

Have you ever had a dog? Yes, we had a family dog.

Have you ever any other kind of animal? Yes, birds, mice, fish, hamsters.

Have you ever had a pet rock? Nope..

What were you voted in the senior class polls? I wasn’t..

Who was your favorite teacher in high school? My art teachers.

Do you want to give your kids common names or unique names? I’m not having kids.

What collection are you thinking of starting? I wanna start/continue a playing card collection.

Do you organize your clothes by color? Nope.

What do you want to name your first child? I am not having kids.

List ten favorite girls names. Cecilia, Josephine, Stella, Alice, Margo, Alex, Louise, Veda, Ramona, Maple.

List ten favorite boys names. Brendon, Archie, Eli, Dylan, Bennett, Howie, Ezra, Grant, Arlo, Henry.

What season do you want to get married in? I got married in the summer.

Is your Pinterest cluttered? I don’t use Pinterest enough to make boards.

What is your favorite insect? Praying Manti, butterflies, dragonflies, lady bugs.

What bugs scare you? None really “scare” me but I cannot stand earwigs and centipedes.

Who picked your name, your mom or your dad? They ultimately decided together but my dad was dead set on my middle name being my first name until my mom found Hannah and they decided on that.

Have you ever fallen asleep in a significant other’s arms? Yes.

Do you have a television in your room? If you do, is it one of the old school big ones? Or i it a new flat screen? Yes, it’s a flat screen.

What was your favorite cartoon or television show as a child? What about movie? Oh goddd I had do many. Garfield and Friends was one, and as far as movies, I loved Nightmare Before Christmas.

Did you have sleepovers at your friends’ houses a lot as a child? Or did your friends come over to your house more often? Yes, it was pretty even.

Do you have any significantly older siblings? My sister is 9 years older than me.

When opening presents on Christmas or birthdays, do you first try to guess what is in the package? Do you tear the wrap off slowly, or just rip it to shreds? Are you polite no matter what the gift, and say you love it anyways? I don’t know I never pay attention to how I’m opening something but I do always say thank you.

What happened last time you got drunk? It’s been a WHILE since I got fully drunk.

What are you listening to? Nothing.

Which parent do you feel the most affection for? Because my mom has passed, I feel different affections for both her and my living father.

How do you feel about God? I don’t feel anything about god.

Which platform do you use to listen to music on the most? Spotify.

Who do you care about the most? My husband and my nieces.

#surveys #it's been a bit

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Episode 13: "Garfgoyle give me strength 🙏🏽"—Tony

In this round: After Michael begging Tony to flip for several rounds, Tony finally makes the jump; Zee absolutely dominates 24-Hour Tasks; Champ plays a Safety Without Power since she lost her vote due to Masochism anyway; Champ gives the Bank Your Vote advantage she got from eman to Zee, who banks her vote; and Jack is left as the only one in that alliance able to receive OR cast votes, which sends him to Purgatory even with his Grow As You Go idol nullifying two votes

Alex

Michael's a fucking king. Like. Pulling that Chaos Idol out of his back pocket like that? Incredible. Then the teamwork of each of us figuring out a step in making it happen? OBSESSED WITH THOSE TWO!!! Everyone on the other side is blatantly lying to either me or Kaleigh LMAO except for Tony so MAYBE we can get Tony to work with us to take out Champ tomorrow. That's gonna rely pretty heavily on Michael, I know, and it feels like he'd be in kind of a tough spot no matter who comes back from Purgatory if he did flip, but also Tony might see it as an opportunity to make a move in this game since the girls are running the show over there. If not, I'll go to rocks, I don't care lmao and I know Kaleigh feels the same way. Lemme go out on my terms, baby. Not sure about Michael, he's been feeling too rough post wisdom teeth surgery to talk game, but I do feel that he'd be more willing to go to rocks than Jack or Tony. Entering merge, I wouldn't have guessed I would've been working so opposite Eman this game, and it sucks that's how that played out, but it just seemed like we didn't see each other as actual options for moving forward together (even before the Colin vote). I really thought Eman or Tony were gonna win Masochism and save each other, though.

Anyways 24 hours tasks is the bane of my existence. I legit was playing it all through the night while still camping and hanging with friends and I still feel like I'm not doing enough so that's super fun. I'm afraid to take a shower in case I miss another post that I'll probably fuck up by misreading a component of the prompt. So we're having a fun time right now. I don't feel like I'm going to win this game and I have no idea how many words this is but I'm hoping that we've reached 50 because I'm not living la vida loca right now.

Kaleigh

this game is honestly driving me crazy. I can’t believe that zee is so far ahead of everyone even though Alex and I both stayed up until like 6 AM and Tony has been really playing his little heart out. This is just crazy I really don’t want Zee to win immunity LMAO I don’t even know why I don’t think we’re going for her but I guess we’ll see. poor michael is still laid up with his jaw swollen from wisdom teeth surgery so it truly is just me and alex LOL god i hope we can get tony to swing to our side. here’s hoping !! pray for us!!

Michael

Seems like the challenge is over already but why not do one. Also my mom kept me from posting in time. This round has been exciting to say the least. At the previous tribal council my alliance and I were able to pull off a successful play of the chaos idol, which only adds to my resume at this point. I fear that this makes me a large target? But I can't let fear keep me from making moves. Classic survivor bby.

Zee

They had us in the first half, I'm not gonna lie. I woke up at seven this morning after going to sleep super late last night because I thought people would sleep and I could catch up. I woke up FORTY POINTS BEHIND. Anyway nobody really went to sleep but I've mostly made that up by now with a solid 20 point lead, I'm just unsure if I can keep that up until the deadline tonight

Champ

Omg sorry I have like 15 minutes to put this in! I’m gonna play my safety without power so I’ll be in final 6! Yay :)

Kaleigh

okay that 24 hour task challenge was hell on earth. and also kinda fun. but would have been more fun if i won. i stayed up till SIX AM TO LOSE. LIKE! okay hats off to zee tho she fought for her life fr. um. so. last night’s tribal. was nuts. a little bit before it started, michael sent me and alex info about this CHAOS IDOL advantage he had purchased (FROM WHERE ? STILL DONT KNOW) and he had to solve a riddle and then unscramble a sentence and say the sentence at tribal to activate it. fucken a. we did it. we did it ALL!! anyway the chaos idol protects whoever has had a vote cast against them, so we voted for each other and evvvvveryone else voted for alex. so we 3 were protected and they had to revote one of them out lmfaooo a couple mins into voting, eman was like put the votes on me, i’ll come back! and they ended up going home, with just two votes on jack. it was an insane move. michael is rly pissing these ppl off LMFAOOO i am obsessed. zee messaged me before tribal yday and was like girl i j wanna let u know they are gunning for u LMFAOOO BABY YOU REALLY THINK I AM A FOOL!!! LIKE WHAT!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO! after tribal she messages me and is like “i convinced them to vote for alex!” HAHAHAHA MY GODDD!!! now she’s trying to convince me that michael is a huge threat blah blah we should vote him out no one would see it coming if i swapped to them lmaoo. god. i was like babes champ doesn’t have a vote why would i swap now. lets go to rocks babes. idc. she also kept trying to convince me that michael is talking to everyone over there and apologizing for flipping and wants to work with them LMFAOOO NOT THE MICHAEL I KNOW!!!!!!!! so she is being wild, jack and champ are both messaging me without talking game, like y’all please give me a break. please. please! god i’m so glad we dont have tribal tonight. i am dog sitting this chihuahua who literally will whine until i TUCK HIM IN. WITH A BLANKET. it’s absolutely insane and adorable. michael thinks we can get tony to flip to us, which like… tony should. absolutely. but will he? i don’t FUCKING know. would it be a bigger move to flip to us to get one of them out, or to trick us into trusting him and get one of us out? either way he’s on the bottom of either alliance and is boned :( like, oopsies. um. idk if we’re gonna toss all our votes on 1 person and hope for no idol or put 2 each on champ and jack and hope they dont have an extra vote or whatever, then revote after the tie and get champ out. still dyin to know who PREVAILED in purgatory today. will i play my steal a vote? my idol? i dont knoooooow. it depends on what they do and who’s back from purgatory. ok. i’m tired.

Michael

Soooo, I think my time is near. I very well may be going home tonight. Zee and Champ are trying to Flip Kaleigh, and I honestly wouldn't blame her for flipping now but Zee and Champ are a dangerous duo. Hopefully Kaleigh stays with us, I absolutely adore playing with Kaleigh. But my spidersense is tingling hardcore. I've had fun!

Tony

That last challenge was hella fun! But goddamn I cannot stay up to save my life. Eman and I had something solid going with our alliance, but with them gone it’s time for me to flip over to the 28+ club. I’m making the flip at tomorrows tribal. Garfgoyle give me strength 🙏🏽. We’re gonna have to be smart about this, but from here on out, it’s gotta be Michael and I to the end 🤙🏽

Alex

It's funny that, like, one of my earliest confessionals in the game was me talking about like 'oooh am I gonna play a villian game???' after the lie about the extra vote being just a Shot in the Dark and now I'm ride or die with Michael and Kaleigh to the point that I am willing to go home tonight in rocks or have Kaleigh play her idol on Michael instead of me. And if that's the case, then the girls are playing are playing better than I thought because they are actually banking on us having an idol and believing they're gonna target Michael this time even though they've targeted me twice. Oh well. We'll see what happens.

Jack

I’ve been super busy but even with my two negated votes with the amulet I still think I will go home lol hopefully me champ and zee r all safe but we’ll see

Tribal Council

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Lost Votes: Champ, Zee

Jack: Michael (sry baby ur too iconic at tribal)

Alex: Jack (This wasn’t the plan, but I wasn’t expecting Champ to do that. Sorry, buddy.)

Kayleigh: Jack (SORRY BABES <3 GL)

Michael: Jack (Damn, didn’t want to do this right now but kind of have to. Hope your vacation is fun!)

Tony: Jack (it’s been fun playing with you! You’re always great at breaking up tense moments with humor and it’s much appreciated!)

#episodes #Youtube

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