#the darkest shit could be going on and id find some way to make fun of it

[sprinklethetangerine]

So my sister is forcing me to watch Gotham, and basically...

The show: ⛓️🔪🖤🔪🖤⛓️🔪⛓️🖤⛓️🔪⛓️🔪⛓️

Me: LMAOOOO, HIS NAME IS VICTOR'S ASS, LOOK AT HIM, BROS COUSIN IS CAILLOU

[xxxdragonfucker69xxx]

dreamscape (weejy bored)

This is a tabletop roleplaying game, or TTRPG, or tatterpig. This is also an outline for a magical ritual, in whatever sense you choose to think of magic: spiritual, psychological, or occult. With three or four friends, you will attempt to navigate a series of dream sequences to arrive at your desired result.

One of you is the Dreamer. Things will be happening to you; or rather, things will happen to a fictionalized version of something you are part of. You may play as America, or as your family, or as your own literal self. People will describe the situation to you, and you will respond.

The rest of you take more ritualized roles, and are called Players (both in the gaming sense and in the sense of actors). There are four roles, roughly named Shadow, Persona, Id, and Ego. If necessary, you may drop a role or have two people fill the same role, but you must keep the Dreamer and the Shadow. The Players will take turns drawing a Tarot card and describing a dream scenario based on that card. Each scenario will have the Players take on characters within the dream who confront or interact with the Dreamer according to their role, or maybe even just describe changes to the environment. The goal of the Players is to present a challenging but traversable route to the Dreamer’s destination, as well as filling the story with enough symbolism and metaphor to make it magical. The Dreamer is to guide the session to its goal, as well as to set the scene when the Major Arcana cards are drawn. Once a card has been drawn, set it aside; it should not be drawn again.

The first Player, the Shadow, is possibly most important. The Shadow symbolizes everything the Dreamer fears and hates within their self. The Dreamer’s secrets are given over to the Shadow, who will use them to cause pain and distress. But the Shadow should not seek to destroy the Dreamer, only the obstacles within them. They may be hurtful, but they should never be harmful. The Shadow is most often associated with fear, with darkness, with the direction of the west and the element of water. The Shadow sets the scene when the suit is Swords.

The next Player, the Persona, is outward-facing. The Persona describes the relationships between the Dreamer and the rest of the world. Love for a family, hatred for an enemy, even fear of disapproval or shame, these are the concern of the Persona. But the Persona must remember that they are not, in the end, concerned with all those other people. Their task is to help the Dreamer navigate their relationships and find either a safe compromise or a bond that must be severed. The Persona is associated with desire and love, with light, with the element of air and the sense of hearing, especially music. The Persona describes the scene for the suit of Cups.

Then comes the Id, the simplest and most difficult role. The Id is open to only the basest concerns, like sex and food and safety. The Id cannot see more than an hour into the future; it revels in the sweet and glorious now. The pitfall of playing the Id is separation between game and gamer: while the character of the Id inside the dream wants the Dreamer to forget everything else, the Player behind the Id is actually aiming to integrate the Id’s needs into the whole of the Dreamer’s life. The Id is easily associated with anger and hunger, but also the taste of salt and the element of fire. The Id creates the scene for the suit of Wands.

Finally is the Ego, the voice of reason. Pan metron ariston, says the Ego: in all things, moderation. Ego believes the other Players to be dangerous when they distract it from its goals, though they also inform what those goals are in the first place. The Player would do well to remember that Ego is important, but only as important as the other Players are. The Ego is associated with arrogance and sometimes sadness, with the element of earth, with black and white, with bitter tastes and dry textures. The Ego sets the scene for the suit of Coins.

Each session of Dreamscape, aka Weejy Bored, is a series of dreamlike scenarios. For instance, the Dreamer is playing as themselves, and wants to find success in love; they draw the Hermit. First the Dreamer proposes a scene in a prison, where they have been locked in solitary confinement: the cell is dingy and dirty, occupied only by the Shadow’s rats that whisper in the prisoner’s ears. The Persona enters the scene as the warden, who gives the Dreamer the food they need to survive and whose rules the Dreamer must conform to if they ever want to see daylight again. The Id decides to become the food itself; rather than demanding sex, the Player of the Id has decided that the Dreamer can survive without lust or love, and should concentrate on what they have in front of them. Finally, the Ego becomes the bars of the cell: the Dreamer has inflicted this solitude on themselves, because they can be safe in here. They have to let go if they want to get out. Then the scene begins, and the Dreamer starts to act.

When the Dreamer feels that the current scene has been resolved to their emotional satisfaction, the dream changes and another card is drawn. This continues until the Dreamer declares the goal is achieved (even if its a different goal from the one they started with) or unattainable; such a session has ended, but not necessarily failed.

sorry more old shit im having some more weird weekends

i just realized i forgot to spcify gms or players for like any of the  other games, theyre in this weird limbo of “if you need a gm have a gm” 

ddreamscape frustrates me cause its like 80% of the way to being an actual game as opposed o just a fun thought experiment, but i dont know that that last 20% is possible at all

i also dont think this would work unless your friends already know like all your deepest darkest insuecurities, like the real bad shit

really the only use i could see for this is an interlude in another game if like someone goes on a vision quest or something

[everythinginasockdrawer-blog]

Looking For You (In All The Wrong Places)

On AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11289765

 Alex was pretty sure she was going to have to punch her soulmate in the face when she finally found him (and then promptly throw the bastard in a cell to rot for all eternity). She had first noticed the greying footprints around National City right around the time she was recruited into the DEO. She hadn’t bothered trying to find him at the time, they were grey which meant there wasn’t really a point in trying (foot prints turn grey after they’re thirty minutes old, seemingly to keep people from trying to follow their soulmate’s footprints forever, instead only seeing brightly colored ones if they were recent) but now, now she wished she could find the bastard.

“Hey Danvers, come here, look at this.” Alex was brought back to the present by Vasquez’s call from across the crime scene and she jogged over to their location.

“What have you got?” She asked them, Vasquez held up a bloodied, rusty iron pipe in their gloved hand.

“I’m thinking this might be our murder weapon.” Alex snorted, looking at the amount of blood on it.

“You think? Bag it and tag it, I’ll run some tests at the lab to see if the blood matches the victim’s.” Vasquez raised an eyebrow at her, holding the pipe out closer to her face.

“I don’t know Al… I mean… This blood is only blue like our victim’s… I mean we’re all blue blooded right?” Alex rolled her eyes and (after glancing around to make sure no one was paying attention) affectionately ruffled their hair.

“Still need to run the tests Vas, you know, concrete evidence and all. Look, why don’t you double check the crime scene and get that to the lab, then you can go home, I know Lucy’s due back tonight, I’m sure you’d like some extra time together.” Vasquez shot her a thankful smile.

“Thanks Al, you want to meet up with us in the morning for breakfast? Like a late breakfast cause we aren’t going to want to leave the bed for awhile… You know what on second thought let’s make it lunch… Just in case.” Alex laughed and clapped Vasquez on the shoulder.

“How about one o’clock, I’ll meet you guys over at that Chinese place on 4th street?” They nodded, their smile contagious as they bounced on the balls of their feet.

“Thanks again, Alex. I’m gonna go finish up my stuff and head home. See you tomorrow.” They gave her a brief hug before jogging off towards the victim for a final inspection and Alex just shook her head, smiling behind them.

Alex was one of only a couple of people who knew that Lucy and Vasquez were soulmates. They had found out back when General Lane was still causing issues and they were (technically) on opposite sides of the whole thing so they’d kept quiet about it. (And then the General had forced Lucy to take a tour in Afghanistan as punishment for defying him and she’d refused to go public with their relationship because she didn’t want him trying to take it out on Vasquez as well.) Thankfully J’onn had pulled some strings and Lucy was going to be officially DEO starting the next week.

Which brought Alex back to her own soulmate, who she was starting to get really pissed off with. Why: because as far as she can tell her soulmate is a serial killer. His footprints had began showing up at every single one of her alien homicides, and not in the “I happened to have walked through the area” kind of way, but in the “I walked all over the place, circled the body and was near the murder weapon” kind of in the area. This was the sixth scene in a month he’d shown up at and she was pissed. She didn’t ask for this, she barely even wanted a soulmate in the first place…

The next afternoon she walked into The Lucky Dragon and was shocked to find Lucy and Vasquez already sitting in a booth in the back of the restaurant. She watched as Lucy’s eyes lit up when she caught sight of her and she quickly found herself pulled into a hug by the former Major.

“Hey Luce, how’re you doing?” Alex asked as they pulled apart, the other woman shrugged.

“Better now that I’m back home, missed you and Vas. And the others too I guess.” She winked and Alex rolled her eyes, knowing from her numerous letters that she did miss everybody.

“Whatever you say Luce.” Alex finally detangled herself from Lucy’s grasp and drug the other woman back to the table where her partner was waiting for them.

“Thanks for returning her, I was so worried she’d never come back to me.” They teased gently as Lucy slid into the booth next to them, pressing a quick kiss to their cheek.

“Stop being so dramatic you big baby.” They smirked, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and kissing her temple. Alex rolled her eyes, trying to pretend that she was annoyed by their overly affectionate selves.

“I can go if you two need some more alone time.” Alex wiggled her eyebrows at them. Lucy shook her head.

“No, no, no. We can handle mild PDA for an hour… Probably.” Alex shook her head in amusement.

“If you say so. So how was the Middle East?” Lucy groaned and launched into a rant about the pointlessness of the entire operation. Going on about the amount of innocent people whose lives were being uprooted by the needless violence.

“Okay… Anyways on a less depressing topic… I’ve heard you’re having some issues with your soulmate.” Lucy eventually redirected the conversation and Alex groaned.

“Yeah… I’m pretty sure he’s the guy that’s been killing all of these aliens in town recently… I told J’onn about it but until I see some colored prints I can’t do much of anything about it.” Lucy frowned, squeezing Alex’s hand across the table.

“Well that sucks… I mean… If things don’t work out with him at least you can come join Vas and I. We’ve got room.” Alex smirked.

“I’m sure you do, however I’m not sure playing third wheel to the two of you for the rest of ours lives sounds super fun.” Vasquez gave a nod of understanding but Lucy just shook her head.

“Fine you can sleep with us…”

“She can?”

“...But no funny business… This one’s mine…”  Lucy kissed Vasquez and Alex rolled her eyes at them.

“Okay, if I get to lonely after I’ve thrown my soulmate into the depths of the coldest, darkest cell I can find I’ll let you know. In the meantime the food’s here so let’s eat.”

It’s not until several days later that she gets called onto a scene she was only a few blocks away from, and the first thing she noticed were the footprints leading away from the crime scene. Not that they existed, but that, for once, they were bright green. She quickly calls J’onn and tells him what’s happening before taking off running in the direction the footprints were headed (making sure to hang up the phone before J’onn can tell her not to try to apprehend the bastard by herself). She ran, watching as the colors of the footprints changed from green to yellow to orange, signaling she was getting closer to him. The prints started to turn red and Alex felt anticipation building inside her and she was somewhat surprised when they suddenly turned into a building and glancing up Alex realized she was standing in front of a coffee shop. Well I guess even murderers need their caffeine fix.

She didn’t take very long to take in the scene, a rather typical college coffee shop before her eyes sought out the footprints she’d been following and before she could even attempt to assess the person her eyes were drawn to the firearm strapped to their side and her training kicked in before she could really think about how bad of an idea it was… She full on tackled the other person to the ground.

She had her gun out and trained on they in an instant and a (small) part of her was impressed to find their own weapon aimed at her chest. Then she took a moment to take in the situation and her eyes widened in shock.

“You’re a girl!” Alex half shouted in shock as she took in her... Soulmate? Alex double checked the footprints behind her and confirmed that they led to the woman currently pinned beneath her.

“You just tackled me… Like all out football style tackled me… And that’s the first thing you have to say?” The other woman was looking at her like she was insane (and she realized she probably looked it) but she was still to shocked to realized she hadn’t actually explained why she’d assaulted the other woman, still a little fixated on that particular fact.

“But… You’re a girl…” The other woman’s face contorted into a strange (and weirdly endearing) mixture of confusion, exasperation and something that looked like anxiety.

“Yep, pretty sure we’re in agreement on that…” She looked between Alex’s face and the gun being held in front of her own. “So… Any particular reason for the armed assault or just… Happened to be feeling it today?” Alex was finally shook out of her shock and quickly reached into her back pocket and pulled out her id.

“Agent Alex Danvers, FBI.” She held out her badge for inspection and felt the other woman relax beneath her. After a second she suddenly had a badge that definitely wasn’t her own flashed in her face.

“Detective Maggie Sawyer, NCPD Science Division.” Alex’s gun dropped subconsciously to a less deadly portion of her soulmate’s body (headshots tended to be fatal) and took her id with her free hand, quickly checking to make sure it wasn’t a fake. Alex’s eyes widened again.

“You’re a cop!” Maggie’s head tilted to the side in clearly exasperated.

“Is this going to be like the whole me being a girl thing? Cause I’m still feeling a little insulted you hadn’t figured at least that part out before assaulting me…” Alex was barely listening as all of the pieces finally fell into place for her.

“Holy shit you’re a cop.” Maggie groaned. “Wait… Science Division… You’re one of the cops that investigates things that have to do with aliens.” Maggie’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“Yeah, we do…” Alex leaned back, pulling her weight off the other woman and giving her a chance to sit up while she finished her line of questioning.

“You’ve been working on the case with the serial murders haven’t you?” Maggie sat up, still watching Alex warily.

“Yeah I have… How on Earth could you know that?” It was at this point Alex realized Maggie didn't know they were soulmates and she quickly scrambled off of her. She holstered her weapon and pulled the Detective to her feet before pointing to the floor behind them.

“Yours have been all over every crime scene I’ve gone too.” Maggie looked around Alex and her eyebrows shot up when she realized what Alex was referring to.

“Wait a minute… You’re my… Wait, why did you attack me? You could have just… I don't know… Said hello?” Alex blushed, scratching the back of her neck in embarrassment as she gazed down at Maggie.

“Well… Like I said earlier… You’re footprints have kind of been all over all of my crime scenes in what’s been deemed a series of murders by the same individual… And I didn’t think that was a coincident… Which it wasn’t… I just thought you were the perp not one of the investigators…” Maggie snorted.

“You thought I was a serial killer?” Alex shrugged.

“The universe has a way of hating me… Though…” She made a show of checking the shorter woman out, “It was probably just trying to make up for giving me one hell of a hot soulmate.” She watched the other woman’s cheeks flush bright red and she ducked her head.

“I… Definitely understand the feeling.” Maggie bit her lip while giving Alex a once over and the redhead felt a pleased shive run down her spine. “Though you didn’t explain the whole body slamming me to the ground thing yet…” Alex shrugged.

“I saw you had a gun and my training kicked in… Training… Shit hold on…” Alex quickly pulled out her phone and speed dialed J’onn. “Hey… Yes I’m fine, false alarm… Yeah I’m sure… I’ll explain when I get back to base… Yes sir, I’m sure… Positive… Yes I did… Are you sure… Yes sir… Okay I’ll see you in the morning… Bye…” Alex hung up and put her phone away. “Figured we didn’t really need an assault team at the moment…” Maggie smiled.

“That might… Put a bit of a damper on things…” She looked around the shop and realized that at some point after the whole drawing guns on each other thing that everyone had fled the building.

“Maybe we should get out of here…” Maggie laughed and it was one of the best thing Alex had ever heard in her life (she was hit with the realization she was probably going to need to take a moment to process the realization she’s gay, but it seems to pale in comparison to the realization she had found her (not a serial killer) soulmate).

“Well, I was heading to go hit up one of my info hubs to see if I could learn anything… Wanna come with?” Alex smiled.

“That, sounds perfect.”

It wasn’t until much later, after shaking down a couple of guys for information, a couple rounds of some basically non-alcoholic drink and a around dozen games of pool, that she realized that Lucy and Vasquez were never going to let her live this down cause she had what was probably one of the most unusual/embarrassing soulmate-meeting stories in existence… At least until Kara called them in a panic three months later after she discovered Lena Luthor was her soulmate...

[kindofsharethat]

so last night people were sharing stories of how they became larries and i thought i’d make a big (emphasis on big) ol list of them because i found them really fun to read

I've been a 1D fan since 2013 and my sister and i always thought that l&h looked so good together but only the bromance and we're like "omg larries destroyed their friendship poor eleanor 1!1!1!", then in 2015 the "i'm gay pretty unfortunate isn't eleanor ?" happened and i was like WHAAT???? and i ended up searching more and more about larry (bc it was the only thing that came to my mind) and i found the videos and then i told my sister and then here we are.

I became a larrie because someone in my dash who rarely post about 1D posted the first louis/fred pic and tagged it babygate. So I went looking into the tag and found everything. I had doubt but then i saw the moment where H touch L arm and i was in! I actually became a fan of the music after. I've done everything in reverse with this band! But when i entered the fandom in feb2016 and i was hopping to see it all end like a month later! But hey, still here! And loving it mostly! End it!

it was 2011 and my friend told me she had found a really good song and the singers were so cute, she showed me wmyb video and i spent the whole day listening to it and then in the evening i wanted to find out more about these 5 guys. i started watching video diaries ans i was looking for the next one but i accidentally clicked "best larry moments" video aaand the rest is history

I became a larrie after aimh tweet hits 2m and everyone on all of my social media started freaking out even though I didn't follow any 1D blogs so I started search about them and now I'm here also at that time I was kinda homophobic 'cause I live in russia and grown up in middle eastern family and now I'm proud lesbian who knows a lot about LGBTQ+ history so thank you to my larents and 1D for making me gay lol 🌈💕

i was a fan since 2011 but didnt know about larry bc i was young and didnt have any social media but around 2013-2014 my friend showed me the "are you and louis dating" vid and i was like the mr krabs meme bc i just couldnt understand why larry would have to be covered up so i went home and watched "why elounor is fake" videos and my eyes were open and ever since that day ive been a larrie and i regret not knowing sooner but im here now !!

i saw the daddy daddy cool tweet and was like dude that's the wrong type of daddywtf? & I hadn't heard about a pregnancy? then a week later I had read the treatise and had a side blog and watched all the freddieismyqueen videos & was in way too deeeep lol. I've never been around when they weren't on the break even, I'm so confused about how I got here but now I can't escape 😝I had never even listened to their music before but then I also did that and was like damn they're so good?!

I just remembered going out once and being quite tipsy when DMD video came on so I pointed to Louis and Harry and said 'they're in love, but shh nobody can know' and one of my friends looked at me with a WTF?? expression on her face and said 'but I thought that was common knowledge'. Mind you, she still doesn't even know their names, let alone anything else. That was around the time bg was still a fresh wound and I'll never forget it bc it was so nice to hear it and also my hangover was a bitch.

I got interested in 1D right after their last concert, like right on Halloween. I became a Larrie that very same day too, right after i read Dan Wattpad's infamous "Harry and Louis hate each other". I saw articles floating around saying how they were enemies, reason for Zayn leaving...blah blah. I was sceptical, then i came across the famous OTRA hug, and i was like, no fucking way they hate each other, not with how they are hugging. I then delved into YT and discovered freddieismyqueen. Bless.

I joined july 2014 (2 months after they 've passed my country ouch) and was instantly hooked because this shit is like crack. Today I'm the darkest larrie that exists preaching the word for everyone who'll listen. I can WAIT for their CO because I have a party prepared? I literally have a wine since 2014 in my cellar that I'm only going to open the day they're free, I have nauthical theme stocked for the party. My friends just know that they have to come and that I'll be crying the whole month!!

weirdly enough i became a larry cos of that stupid channel 4 documentary id never heard of larry or gay shipping or whatever before that and i saw that and i was very mr krabs meme and i looked into it saw that it wasn't evil and gross like they were portraying it and never turned back

I joined the fandom in late 2012 and I wasn't a larrie but I wasn't an anti either i just hadn't looked into it but then i remember during the confirmation of bg on gma i felt bad for harry and i didnt really know why and I was surprised by my own reaction. Then with bg going on I started to realise that none of that could be real I did my research and I've been a larrie ever since :)

I joined the fandom in 2012, used to think Elounor was real but just because I never looked into it and I knew some people thought Larry was real at the time so I checked this insta page that debunked Elounor and I have no regrets 💙💚

When I become a 1D fan, in 2012, I liked elounor and I liked Eleanor unfortunately. I was not that into fandom things so I wasn't paying attention to details. But my whole view changed in 2014 when they came to South America for the WWAT and all those rumors in Argentina with the hotel room and Brazil that was an experience and I was like "ok something is happening here between them" and here I am, 4 years later and going strong as a larrie. I'm on the winning team 😌💅🏼

I became a larrie when my friend first introduced me to fanfiction. I read a larry one and was totally amazed by it. After that, I switched between het ones and larry ones, but always came back to larry. After that, I simply became obsessed with the pair, something that made me fall in love with the band and all of them. I watched the dairies and everything, and just saw how clear their infatuation was. Tumblr and a lot of other sites just simply proved the theory even more. No regrets ❤

i became a larrie late novemeber after a month of being in the 1d fandom. i watched freddieismyqueen videos and other proofs for hours everyday (especially over thanksgiving break)

I wasn't even a fan of 1D, but while I was looking for pictures of them to do a collage for a friend, I found one in which Louis and Harry were looking at each other and, damn, I can't explain what I felt, I just knew it. So, I was trying to figure out if I was the only one thinking there was something between this two, and it turned out I wasn't! I discovered tumblr, and I spent 3 days reading post, watching videos and proofs and...here I am, 3 years after, being the larriest larrie

I became a 1d fan when uan tour had just started and like. I watched all the damn youtube videos in about a week and I noticed that in the video diaries on the stairs they were so ~cozy, and they were so Extra™ on stage and hl weren't like that with the other boys. They just emanated the feelings I suppressed: Ultra Gay. And yeah. That's how it Began for me

I became a larrie when I watched the behind the scenes of wmyb and Louis was saying "I've gotta say it" and Harry was all over him and hid his face in Louis' shoulder and said "no!"

Same like that previous anon i hadnt even considered two guys being more than friends bc of where i grew up. But just watching proof videos of them for a while i kind of realized how in love they were. Thats when i started thinking about how different and colorful the world actually is compared to what I've learned from the people i grew up around

I became a larrie when my friend and I would watch their video diaries together, and I would see the way h&l acted with each other. I mentioned it to my friend and she was like yeah, Larry, and she showed me one YouTube video so I spent weeks watching every single one I could find, all these years later and I've come to accept theres no way to crawl out of this 😂

are we sharing larrie stories? my friend became a fan early 2012 (and a larrie) and was adamant on making me on too, and I finally gave in summer 2013. I rmr the day after TCAs that year, niall tried to do a twitcam and idr how but some article got written abt the twitcam that included a link to those 'you just have to pay attention' videos. I marathoned them all, and it was that arm moment that zayn failed to hide that #sealed it. though my friend gave me the skinny on haylor back in 2012~

i was like a super casual fan since their first album. my friend introduced them to me cuz she was crushing on zayn. i just knew their music but not actually them. i became a larrie during weedgate. weird timing, i know. i saw it on the news and got curious about what was going on. saw the video then got to know about the boys individually through past vids. i started from the very start from the xf vid diaries. those two, not subtle AT ALL. and well, the rest was history.

i was in entirely different fandom back in 2014, but one of my follower turns into a liam stan and starts to post about 1d and there was a post about how harry and louis can't touch each other and i thought that was really weird weren't they bandmates?? then i started digging around and stumble into a treatise blog. here i am now hahaha

I got into this fandom because of my best friend. She showed me week 4 diary video... and I was like are those two in a relationship?? I pointed at louis and harry and she said no why? And I was like I don't know they seem cozy together and I pointed out that harry was staring at louis lips... she didn't believe me first but now she is a larrie😂 So basically I got into this fandom knowing larry is real

I became a fan of the boys 4 years ago. I read about Larry and that fans believed they were together so I went on YouTube and saw some videos and read some stories (I think it was here on tumblr??) and I immediately believed they were together. There wasn't a particular moment for me, it was a lot of things. Probably, above all, the way they looked at each other. They never looked at someone else so fondly. And 4 years later I keep saying the same thing 💖

for me, i always thought louis was gay from way back in 2011 but i didn't really think of harry's sexuality cause i wasn't like a stan i was just a casual fan [which is why it confuses me when people say that if larry isn't real, louis is straight and horrible, no...he still gay as hell babe]. anyway i became a larrie cause i used to really follow celeb gossip and when the news dropped, gossip sites/tabloids kept mentioning harry and larries everywhere so i decided to investigate and...here i am

[hidingmonster]

Part 1: The Orange Moon

I could see the moon outside the window of the car. It was full and beautiful, and i couldnt stop staring at it. The orange- red colors illuminated the night sky in a foggy haze. We had already had a great night, and the whiskey from my Irish coffee was still lingering in my senses. I could still smell the scent of sea water lingering in my nose, sand shifted in my shoes and my hands smelled of the Earth. Everything had been beautiful, our trip to the coast, to Point Lobos had been sucessful and i would remember this day for always. Kota, my fiance, had even bought us some pretty rings from one of the cute boutiques we explored. Mine, a small dark silver ring with a tiny diamond and some small tribal markings in the metal fit my pinky perfectly. I fell in love with it as soon as i picked it up. She picked out a beautiful dark silver ring with three dark pale purple stones encrested on it. It was beautiful and reminded me of her in some strange way. It fit perfectly on her middle finger, decorating her other dark silver ring she also wore. I cherished this day worth something special. Something i would forever hold in a warm part of my heart. Gods forbid anything happen to this ring, id probably lose my shit- Honestly. The drive home was calming. My legs were tired and i couldnt wait to get home and get in our bed and just cuddle my girl and chill for the night. Sadly, we had about another 45 minutes before we were even home, but i didnt mind. I listened quietly as she bantered back and forth with her friend Ace who was driving. Something about the musketeers movie i think, i personally had no idea what they were even talking about but i was too into writting my story to really pay attention. My ears twitched to Kota's yawning in the back seat, "Ugh im getting tired, my eye lids are doing that heavy flutter thing, but nnoooope!" She said as she sat up from slightly laying down. I agreed, i was pretty tired from our adventure too. Thankfully my Wolf was satisfied and wasnt giving me a hard time about going home. She got an adventure out in the woods, a full moon and to see the ocean, it was pretty much perfect for her. But even Wolf was tired and ready for rest. We are what people would call "skinners". We have one specific spirit animal or creature we can shift into, Mine being a pale or black Wolf. On the other hand there were people like Kota, called "Morphers", who could shift into multiple animals or creatures. Kota could shape shift into a Wolverine and a great big Kodiak bear. Others could shift into special creatures or beast depending on who they were or their ancestry. We aren't a very popular form of species,  mostly hunted down in the dark days of "witch craft" and other horrific scenes. Me and Kota didnt really know any others like us personally either, though i knew of two i was very good friends with online. Both Wolf skinners just like me, so we sort of bonded that way. Since her Transition a few month ago, Kota's been very connected to her Wolverine skin. Female, but still strong and deadly in every way, and it suited her perfectly. We actually had an appointment soon for her name and gender change through the courts. I could tell how happy she was to finally be able to be herself fully, and i accepted her no other way. She was beautiful, well thought out and totally nerdy But i loved it. We worked perfectly together, and everyone could see it anywhere we went. She was the moonlight at the end of my darkest days, the warmth after being dead numb, and my pleasure after years of pain and suffering. She was my princess and i would die for her if need be. I was proud to call her Mine, and i was proud to be Hers. I focused on the headlights as Ace continued driving, trying to keep myself from letting my eyes close. My legs hurt and my stomach slightly churned in a sick manor. My organs were so sensitive, almost anything would cause them discomfort. City lights appeared over the hill and down the freeway, the sign for San Francisco came and went as we got closer into town. I sighed, relieved, we were almost home thankfully. I had recently moved to California about two years ago after meeting and becoming very close with Kota. We met online about four years prior, when she was still "Iron Bear" and a male persona. She had been going through a break up with her long time partner at the time and was very depressed and sad. I myself was with somewhat of a horrible person at the time, but we still talked online regularly until my partner became jealous and needed all of my attention of every single day. He was an abusive dickhead on all levels, and i stuck it out with that monster for 3 years before Kota helped encourage me to break up with him for my better well being. I was a twisted mess, i trusted no one, felt nothing and cared about no one. The only thing that kept me from killing myself was my 3 month old husky pup named Nova. She was my breath of fresh air, the only thing keeping me tethered to sanity. But then i opened myself to Kota, and we got each other to laugh all night, to care about someone again, to not be heartless monsters anymore, And we learned to feel better. I snapped back to reality as Ace pulled off the freeway and into the Target parkinglot. "Really..?" I laughed. "Yes, i said i was stopping here!" He spouted. He had been searching all over for a Star Treck space ship of some sort. Some sort of collectable he wanted to decorate in his room. I didnt understand, and he hopped out of the car. "Are we home yet?" Kota mumbled from the back seat all tiredly. "No, not yet" i mumbled, and i could hear her settle back into laying down on the things in the back to get comfortable. I stared off into the parking lot, Watching the people come and go from their cars. Wondering which ones were gifted like us. I always assumed the worst, i always do when it comes to humans. I trust no one. The car beeped twice as Ace unlocked the door and shoved his collectable into the back seat with Kota. "Oh so you found it?" I asked laughing. He had been looking for this particular one all over, and couldnt find it anywhere. "Yes i did, shattup" he mocked because he figured id make fun of how nerdy he was for wanting a Star Treck collectable. But hey, people like what they like, im not gonna bash them for it. Back onto the freeway, and finally we were home free. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -☆- - - - - - Something im working on. Ill add a part 2 soon.

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TNT’s Animal Kingdom Season 2, Episode 11: “The Leopard” Directed by Michael Morris Written by Eliza Clark

* For a recap & review of the previous episode, “Treasure” – click here * For a recap & review of the next episode, “You Will Be Gutted” – click here Craig (Ben Robson) and Renn (Christina Ochoa) are off gambling, having fun together like before; before he left her for dead to OD in a bathroom by herself. Not sure if that’s something someone can ever get past, though she did get him back pretty damn good. Either way, they’re having a ball. For now. Back at the bar, Deran (Jake Weary) is flat off his ass busy. Then Adrian (Spencer Treat Clark) shows up, he’s got something for him: a picture of Deran surfing a wave. He found it while packing, heading out for “one last shot” at a competition. The picture’s from the last competition Deran won. They remember younger days, perhaps in many ways better times. The two kiss, and then Adrian heads off. These two are so sweet together, man. I want Deran to fully embrace his own life, his sexuality, and it’d be great to see the two of them last. Hard to when things are going so sour. Baz (Scott Speedman) is looking through a bunch of Smurf’s (Ellen Barkin) belongings from storage. In a suitcase he finds fake IDs for her, a bunch of things. Including a file marked BLACKWELL, evidently containing police photographs of marks on a young Barry’s barely teenage body, bruises and strap marks all over the back. Like walking back into the past, into a nightmare. Great juxtaposed pictures, from the better times in Deran’s life to Baz and the darkest moments of his own. Impressive, emotional visual that sort of weaves through the opening ten minutes here. What’s more interesting? Last time Smurf was at Barry’s place, she left a bug. She hears everything he and Lucy (Carolina Guerra) are saying, about her, about Pope (Shawn Hatosy), Marco (Joseph Julian Soria); all of it.

Speaking of Pope, he and Amy (Jennifer Landon) are closer, but they’ve each got issues. She laments her mistakes, the situation of her son that she put him in. And strangely enough, in a weird irony, Pope’s the one giving her moral support. While his own morality is a topsy, turvy sea of shit. Things between J (Finn Cole) and Nicky (Molly Gordon) are changing. She and Craig are officially not together. But that doesn’t necessarily mean these two are falling into a relationship, though it looks more possible now. J has other things to worry about, grandma’s rushing around rambling about cash, so he helps her dig up a box in the yard with a nice few stacks. She tells him about Baz ripping her off, too. Scared to see how she’ll manipulate her grandson here, if she’s going to find out his part in it. Marco finds Craig in a pile of naked women, they were supposed to meet. He’s got keys for Craig, to take a car for him, bring it to another location. Drugs, he assumes. Until Marco leaves and Craig hears someone, muffled, calling from the trunk. Oh, fucking great! The Cody boys have got themselves in some bullshit again. At the house, Baz comes over to talk to Smurf. He admits to stealing it, straight up. Even gives J a share before he heads out for the day. Baz is trying to cut a deal with her, to keep the family together. Essentially it’s a take the deal or not-type situation, except for the fact she doesn’t have much else left to lose, does she? What’s Baz really trying to do here? Oh, and Pope, he’s following Catherine’s cop friend Patrick (Dorian Missick). Hope he ain’t thinking what I think he’s thinking… Not knowing what to do Craig takes the guy in the trunk to Deran’s bar. When they tie the guy down to take off his gag, the young guy tells them: “You‘re dead.” Seems he’s got an important father. The gruesome behaviour he describes, sounds like a cartel sort of man. There are big moves happening in the family. Baz has long had power of attorney over the family’s ultimate finances. Now, Smurf’s handing that over to J; he holds that power from here on. This could turn ugly. And I’m not totally convinced that she isn’t playing it that way. Pope confronts Patrick at a restaurant, blaming him for putting too much stress on Catherine. Of course the cop believes Baz killed her, and he already knows that Smurf had her oldest son torch Catherine’s parents and their house. Pope is playing a dangerous game. Afraid he might be going a bit far off the rails. Baz meets with his dad down at the scrapyard where he works. Pops is sober three months, working again obviously. His son shows him one of those Polaroids. Then he’s told about Smurf having him worked over with a pipe brutally back in the day. Deserved it, though. No happy reunion in this family’s future. We see that the kid Marco took, Alejandro (Gustavo Gomez), has a dad who’s a cop. Likely a dirty one, by the sounds of what we’ve heard so far. A particularly nasty one, too. Simultaneously, Renn shows up; perfect timing! She’s there to get money she floated Craig for their trip to Vegas. “Baller” shit went down, apparently. Private plane, all that jazz. At the same time, Deran isn’t happy with his newer life being infringed upon by their family and their madness. This leads to arguments over him not being able to have anything individual, it’s always a Deran-Craig thing, from surfing to the bar to all their criminal idiocy. Deran says once he’s fully bought the bar, he’s out. Finito. Then they discover Alejandro escaped in the time they took to yell at each other. Good job, lads! They’re able to chase him down. In the process Deran takes a rusty nail to the leg, before Craig lays a beat down on him. But Alejandro says it’s only because he believes he’ll be killed in the process of him getting handed over. He’s afraid for his life. The plot thickens. Pope brings the new information on Catherine, via Patrick, to his mother. He boils over with anger, screaming at Smurf that she didn’t talk to the cops. He’s so angry he could nearly kill her. It’s almost as if he wants to, then when he grabs hold of her he breaks down in tears. A tortured fucking soul. Baz makes a call to the Sheriff’s Department. Is he about to drop a bomb(/a dime)? Elsewhere, Pope meets with Amy. He asks if “forgiveness is possible” and says he’s done something horrible. He reveals that he killed a woman he loved. HOLY FUCK! This horrifies Amy rightly. This will only serve to alienate Pope further, and I can’t blame her for her reaction one bit. Also can’t believe he said that to her. Later that night, Craig and Deran hand the kid over with Marco to the people waiting. Alejandro’s dragged away pleading. The Codys get a fat envelope of cash, for their morality. Before they can leave a woman returns to pistol whip Marco. Far cry from the family just thieving, not hurting others. And on her way home, Smurf gets pulled over by the cops. You guessed it, they’ve got her surrounded. Back at her house, Baz walks in. Getting a beer from the fridge. Like he owns the place. Maybe he does now. We’ll see. Fuck, there’s so much happening at once, and the major bit is what will happen to Smurf next? Baz has really put her in a corner. I worry she’ll come out swinging harder than he expects, harder than he can parry. Who knows. “You Will Be Gutted” is the penultimate Season 2 episode. Great to know already we’ve got a Season 3 coming. Bring it, baby! Animal Kingdom – Season 2, Episode 11: “The Leopard” TNT's Animal Kingdom Season 2, Episode 11: "The Leopard" Directed by Michael Morris…