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The Daughter - Chapter 10

REPOST - After OG Account Closure...

Hey Everyone, three days ago, I found my account got nuked. After reaching out and hearing nothing back, I have opened a new account and am slowly going to re-upload everything. Thankfully, I keep originals, and post on AO3 and FanFic. I will also soon be promoting my blog, where I will also be posting my work.

Summary

Tim Gutterson x OC (FanFiction) - MATURE 18+

Tim Gutterson comes to the unconventional aid of one Elenora Crowder, ward of Art Mullen and daughter of Raylan Givens.

This will be a multi chapter story and will get spicy as it goes. This is a rough draft and only slightly edited for grammar and spelling. Just needed to finally get it out because Tim Gutterson is one of my favorite characters, and there is not nearly enough fanfic for him.

Previous Chapter

Chapter : 10

Elenora and Tim had fallen into an easy routine. In the bit they had been seeing each other, things seemed relatively easy and quiet until Elenora decided to pick today as the day to bring coffee to the office. Now she was standing, looking down the barrel of Tim's gun as the man behind her held a shiv to her throat.

"PUT YOUR WEAPONS DOWN!"

It had all happened so fast. She was walking by two security guards and the next thing she knew the inmate they were transporting had her flush up against him.

"Let her go." Tim spoke calmly as he kept his eyes and gun trained on the man holding Elenora.

"Do as I say or I'll gut her!" The man yelled again, and Elenora could feel the press of the weapon on her skin. Elenora watched as Raylan and Art emerged from the office, guns drawn and pointing towards her, and her eyes got wide as she watched her father grit his teeth before opening his mouth.

"Don't..." Elenora whispered as she looked to her father.

The man who grabbed her began to back up and Elenora saw the body of an unconscious guard on the ground. She had not seen him go down, everything had happened so fast. "Who are you? You someone important to one of them?" When Elenora did not answer she felt his hold on her tighten uncomfortably and his warm breath hit the side of her face. "What's your name."

"Elenora...Elenora Crowder." She stuttered out as the man continued to back them up and into the locker room. The man kicked the door partially closed so that he and Elenora were just peaking out.

"So who is it? The old man there, is he your daddy?" The man asked as he pointed her towards Art. "Or what about pretty boy there? Got up pretty fast, had his gun on me faster than I would have thought. You belong to him?" The man questioned, and Elenora was sure he was referring to Tim.

Elenora could see her father take a small step forward so quickly she averted her eyes to Tim. "He's my fiance. He just became a Deputy. We just moved..."

That seemed to tell the man enough, as he pulled them both into the room and slammed the door shut. Once they were inside the room, she watched through a window as everyone in the office moved to keep both her and the man in their sights, and then he pulled the blind shut.

"I'm gonna need to you to move that locker with me. You think you can do that without trying anything?"

"I just want to go home in one piece. I won't try anything." Elenora whispered and then she helped to shimmy the locker in front of the door they had come through, blocking that entrance entirely. They then moved towards another window and closed the blinds there as well. Then they reached the door that led into the conference room and the man leaned himself and Elenora into the doorway ever so slightly. It was then she saw her father standing there with his gun in his hands but pointed to the ground.

"There is still a chance to walk back from the cliff here, Wallace. If you just let the woman go, I'll make sure to it personally that you don't see any retribution." Said Art calmly.

"Don't blow smoke up my ass. Else I might have to bite into this pretty neck and spit blood back in your face!"

Elenora felt a shudder go through her. She had gotten herself out of a scrape not too long ago, but this, this was different, and her purse with her gun was sitting on the floor next to Rachel's desk. There was nothing to get her out of this situation except for the lawmen in this office.

"Now, Mr Wallace, I'm just trying to resolve this situation before the tactical team gets here and takes all the credit for bringing you out of there." Art spoke again in a calm voice.

Wallace's head pushed forward and got closer to hers, his cheek touching her own. "You the shit? They send you in here to ghost me in case this goes further south?"

"The Chief's a pretty good shot himself." Raylan said as he cocked his head to the side where Art was standing with his gun drawn, but also pointed to the ground.

"But you're better." Wallace spoke and Elenora watched as Raylan nodded his head.

"Yep." Raylan said simply.

"I'll talk to you, cause you don't bullshit me!"

Elenora tried to focus on her breathing as she listened to the two of them talk. She could see her father talking, and another man, shorter and in a suit. She was not sure who he was, but then she saw Tim out of the corner of her eye. He was hugging the wall and watching her with hard eyes.

"You have to resolve this situation without drawing your weapon. Prove something to this suit?" Wallace asked.

Raylan shrugged his shoulders and holstered his weapon. "You were moving around, dragging this poor woman around. I figure it was a fifty fifty I put you down before you cut her. Besides, the point of this exercise is everybody lives."

Then Elenora was backed up, and the door slammed shut in front of her. Now it was just her and Wallace. "Mr. Wallace?" Elenora whispered, and she felt him pull back slightly from her, but he did not loosen his grip.

"Mr. Wallace. I like that." He said with a throaty laugh.

"You know this isn't gonna end well for one of us, right?"

"I am well aware." Wallace said simply.

Letting a shaky breath leave her lips, Elenora did her best to keep herself calm. "I'm not gonna try anything. Just so you know." She turned her head just slightly so she could connect her eyes with his. "At the end of all of this, I want us to both be able to walk from this room."

"You trying to psychology me? Let me guess, you some kind of doctor?"

"Actually, I'm a teacher. Just graduated. Daddy wouldn't let me go into law enforcement, so I figured teaching was the next best thing."

"You about to tell me you're pregnant? That you want nothing more than to have kids with that fiance of yours out there? Try to win my pity?"

Elenora actually let out a laugh. "Fuck no, we both decided we are too selfish and too irresponsible to have children." She thought back to a prior conversation with Tim. That day, they were in the parking garage.

Wallace then pushed her forward and opened the door to look out into the office. He wrapped his arm around tight once again and soon she was looking at her daddy once again. "You think you can pull this off, get everyone safely out of here? Let this pretty one go home to her fiance?"

The hand next to Raylan's pistol twitched, and Elenora watched as her father's eyes connected with her own. Normally, she had a good idea of what was going on in his brain, but right now, she had no clue what he was thinking. "I'm sure my colleague would appreciate that."

"Yeah? Where is he, anyway?" Wallace asked.

It was then the Elenora saw Tim walk out from Art's office. His gun was holstered and his hands were at his sides. "I'm right here."

"You gotta tell me how you land this one? She looks way out of your league."

Tim smiled. "Your tellin' me. Don't know why she said yes."

"I didn't see no ring on her finger." Said Wallace.

Shyly, Tim tipped his chin down. "We're a little untraditional."

"Really, how'd you two meet darlin'?"

Thinking back to the night she saw Tim in the bar, the first night they slept together, she smiled. "He arrested me."

Wallace let out a throaty laugh. "Really?"

"Really." Said Tim. "Indecent exposure. Got naked and stood in a city fountain as part of some scavenger hunt."

A smirk rose on his lips and for a second Elenora felt like things were going to be okay, that maybe this would all end well. "I broke out of the handcuffs. Think I impressed him."

"Well shit, woman, I'm impressed."

"Think you might let the lady go, then?" Raylan asked. "Perhaps we can make a trade of some kind. Is there something you want?"

"You want a list of my demands? You gonna offer me a chopper, a plane, a suitcase full of money?"

The world came crashing back to Elenora as Wallace's grip tightened painfully around her and she let out a small squeak. "You want a chopper or a plane?" Raylan asked, his eyes going wide as Elenora saw the edge of the blade come into her vision.

"That's funny, he's funny. Had any numb nuts ever fallen for that? I mean, really thought he was gonna walk out of a hostage situation, take off in a seven forty-seven and get a hand job of the stewardess, huh?"

"I suppose you're right? So you gonna offer to exchange yourself for her? Or you romeo, gonna offer yourself up?"

"Nah, don't think that would be a very smart idea." Raylan replied with a shrug of his shoulders. "I was just thinking that I'm so happy that's not me with that shiv against my neck. How'd you get that in there, anyway?"

"Keister'd it." Wallace said simply.

It took everything in Elenora not to dry heave at the thought of the man shit on the knife against her skin.

"Keister'd it?" Raylan said and the vague sound of impressed layering his voice.

"Uh-huh."

"Now I'm really happy not to be the one with it up against my face."

With that, Elenora felt herself being pulled back into the locker room and the door being shut once again. Walace moved Elenora to the wall and turned her around, pushing her face into the drywall. He held the back of her head to keep her head in place. "I want you to take that shirt of yours off. Nothing funny and I won't have to hurt you alright."

Elenora took a shaky breath in to calm her now wildly beating heart. "I won't try anything." She then felt the hand on the back of her head pull away. Keeping herself facing the wall, Elenora unbuttoned the blouse she had been wearing and shrugged it from her shoulders. Thank goodness she had an undershirt on. Once it was in her hand, she held it out to the side of her and waited for Wallace to give her more instructions. She did not like the situation she was in, but he was not coming off as someone who was going to rape her.

"Good, now turn around." Elenora did as she was told and slowly and with no excess movements, turned herself to face Wallace. "Can you tare a strip off, or do you need me too?"

"No, I think I can do it."

Wallace waved the shiv at her and Elenora took that as her cue to begin. Pulling at one of the seams, Elenora gave a hard tug, followed by another before the fabric gave way. Once she had torn a strip off, she held it out to Wallace, figuring as to what he was going to do next.

"Good girl, now turn around. Drop the rest of the shirt and hands behind your back."

Doing as she was told, Elenora let go of the remaining shirt and put her face to the wall once again. Slowly, she brought her hands to rest behind her on the small of her back. A few seconds later, she felt Wallace's hands on hers as he tied her wrists together. "That tactical team is gonna be here soon, so I'm gonna need you to keep doing as you're told, alright. I'd hate to have to cut that pretty throat of yours."

Once her hands were secure, she saw Wallace bend over and retrieve her discarded shirt. Quickly, he cut a chunk of the fabric off and then he grabbed her shoulder. Wallace spun her around and pushed her back into the wall. "Sorry miss, but that tact team is going to be here soon and they aren't going to give me a whole lot of options."

"I understand." Whispered Elenora.

Wallace stuffed the wad of fabric into her mouth tightly, and once it was secure, he grabbed her once again and held her in front of himself before opening the door once again. "Hey shooter?" He greeted to those in the room, and Elenora watched as the worry filled the eyes of everyone there at the state she was now in. "You got much experience with this sort of thing?"

Raylan took a deep breath in as he obviously tried to calm himself. "Negotiating with a barricaded suspect? Not really."

"Well, you're doing a good job so far. You have established a rapport with the subject. But now you got to make a determination. Is the subject emotionally disturbed?" When Raylan did not answer, Elenora felt the grip on her tighten and the shiv at her neck come into view at her peripheral. "Well, you got an opinion on that?"

"You seem pretty stable. Although you did spend all morning with a shiv up your ass."

"Well, that leads us to the sixty-four thousand dollar question. Is this situation negotiable? Has the subject expressed a desire to live? Has the subject given a list of needs and demands, and are those needs and demands realistic and achievable? See, I've done this before, shooter."

Raylan spread his arms out to his sides. "Tell me what you want, and we'll find out."

"Well, we got a big problem. I'm serving four consecutive life sentences, and there is no parole board in their right mind ever gonna let me back on the street." Wallace said matter-of-factly.

"So, as part of establishing a rapport with the subject, am I supposed to weep with him over all the unsympathetic parole boards who refuse to release him back into society when he clearly poses it not further danger?"

Wallace let out a laugh, and the shiv backed off slightly from Elenora. "To tell you the truth. I wouldn't put me back on the street, either. I am dangerous. I just want you to know to stop wasting your time. I mean, you ain't got nothing you can offer me."

"I understand my problem." Spoke Raylan slowly. "What do I get for the man who has everything?"

"Well, when you figure that out, shooter. Why don't you let me know? Until then, I'm gonna stay in here with my new friend." Wallace made to pull Elenora back in, but Raylan shot his hands out in surrender.

"No, no, listen. Now wait." It was now that Elenora could see the wheels turning in her father's head. Maybe now it was the moment that he realized there was perhaps a way out of this, that Wallace really was not just going to kill her on a whim. "Now, again, I haven't done this as much as you, but I don't think that's the way this works, me guessing at the key to your heart. The way this works is you tell me what you want, and I'll see if I can get it."

"You done?" Asked Wallace.

Elenora noticed Rachel enter the room and hand a picture to her father. "Who is she?" Raylan held the photo out so that Wallace and Elenora could see it. "Who's Simone?" When Wallace did not answer, Raylan pulled the photo back. "Mr. Wallace? You want to tell me who she is?"

"What do you know about Simone?"

"Well, nothing. I just looked at some photos of your tattoos."

"She's my daughter."

It was probably for the best that Elenora had been gagged. Right away, she knew this had to be a lie. When she had told Wallace about Tim and her not wanting kids, had he had one he cared about, she was sure he would have said something.

"Well, where is she?"

"I don't know. With her mother, I guess."

Raylan was falling for it, hook, line and sinker. "When was the last time you saw her?"

"When she was three. Most beautiful little girl in the world."

"How old is she now?"

"Fifteen, I guess."

Now it was just turning into entertainment for Wallace. Elenore was not sure why he would waste his time in this way, but he must have been enjoying it.

"Would you like to see her?"

"Could you do that?" Wallace asked with just a little to much happiness in his voice.

"Well, I...we could try."

"You could bring her here to me? Well, Marshal, that'd be a miracle." Elenora noticed the change in her father's demeanor immediately. The gig was up. "It'd be a real miracle, considering she doesn't exist. The Simone on my chest, that's David Simone. He was an enforcer for the wizards MC. I killed him. He was my first. That's why I hold him dear to my heart. I don't got no kids. At least none that I know of. Hell, I wouldn't give a shit even if I did. We got a big problem, shooter. It don't matter what you offer me."

Wallace kicked the door shut once again and pinned Elenora's front to it. "You improve my circumstances. You say you're gonna get me extra time in the yard, a job in the kitchen." Wallace shouted through the wood, and the volume made Elenora flinch. "It don't matter, cause I won't believe it. I know, just like you know, that I'm headed to Supermax. And I got no reason to believe that the asshole guards at Supermax are any different than the asshole guard's right here. They enjoy turning men into animals."

"Don't you? Don't you enjoy it?" Asked Raylan from the other side of the door.

"They take away your toilet paper. They don't let you shower for a week. They feed you juke cakes. You know what juke cake is shooter?"

"Well, I'm guessing it's unpleasant."

The blade retracted from view and Elenora closed her eyes for a second as she tried to keep herself calm as Wallace seemed to get more adjusted. "It's when one of those son of a bitches takes your meal and they dump it in a blender, blend it together, then they bake it in the oven like a casserole, except they burn it black on both sides. Then they feed it to you. I pretend like it's fried chicken from prince's hot in Nashville, and I enjoy every finger-lickin' mouthful."

"Well, I love fried chicken. Never had any in Nashville. They call it hot 'cause it's spicy?"

"Hell, yeah!" Wallace called out. "You take one bite of prince's and you start sweating like a whore in church."

"Well, the best fried chicken I ever had was the takeaway at Joe's stone crab in Miami. Can you believe that?' A Kentucky boy, I got to go all the way down to Florida just to get my favorite."

Wallace moved Elenora to the side of the door frame and he cracked the door ever so slightly. "Well, I ain't never been to Florida, so I, I couldn't pass judgment, but I will say this. I find it hard to believe you can get any good chicken at a joint with 'crab' in its name."

"That why you're doing this? Screw with the guys who screw with you?"

"Maybe I just plan on taking one more soul out with me."

"I think if you wanted to do that, you would have done it already."

"I got plenty of time. Honestly, I was looking forward to the trip down here. I know how it's gonna turn out. I mean, I'm under no illusion about that. At least three or four days of nice scenery on the van ride back and forth. Oh, but those two seen that it all turned to shit. Rolled me out of my bunk at three in the morning to feed me cold eggs. Drive me in a van with no goddamn windows. I get here, they put me in a cage, and then they go about tapping on the window like they're screwing with a monkey at the zoo. Maybe when I gut this one." Wallace pulled Elenora back in front of himself. "They will get to spend the rest of their lives knowing that her death is on their hands." Then he shut the door once again.

They stood in the locker room with Wallace's body holding Elenora against the wall in silence. She couldn't hear much besides the beat of her own heart as she now started to panic. After what felt like hours, she heard her father's voice on the other side of the door.

"Did you hear I ordered some chicken?"

"Fried chicken?"

"Well, all that talk about it, you know, got my mouth watering. If you want some, I mean, you can come out of there. I'll share some with you."

Once again Wallace opened the door and stuck Elenora in front of himself. "You know a box of chickens not gonna resolve this. But I would have loved to have seen the look on your boss's face when you told him you were ordering out lunch."

Elenora was having a hard time focusing on the conversation as she could feel her body starting to panic, and she worked to calm herself. She wasn't sure how much time had passed when suddenly Wallace had opened the door once again and Elenora could see her daddy standing there, with a takeout bag of chicken and a glass of bourbon.

"No one's trying to play you for a fool here, Wallace. Way this works, you hand me your weapon and these guys are gonna come in. They're gonna haul you out. They won't be gentle. Aun't nothing I can do about that. But you got, what, three days left in your hearings? Every day you come here, I'll get you a chicken dinner, or whatever, you want something else? You can sit, eat it." Raylan said before bitting into a piece of chicken.

"We could sit together, shooter talk shit like regular, old human beings."

"I don't know if it's prince's, but it's hot. Oh, and looky here." Said Raylan, as he raised a glass of bourbon to his lips and took a sip. "Ahh, if that, don't cool it down and heat it up at the same time." Reaching into the bag, Raylan took out a chicken leg and wrapped a napkin around the bone. "You're gonna want a napkin. Don't touch meat with that hand, where it's been."

Wallace's hand reached around Elenora and took the offered piece of chicken. The next thing Elenora heard was Wallace chewing on the bone. "It ain't prince's, but it'll do in a pinch. Don't suppose I can get a shot of that bourbon?"

"Well, two cups aren't just for me." Raylan then handed a cup to Wallace, and Elenora heard him swallow back the liquid greedily. Then she felt the grip on her loosen and then leave her all together. Elenora chanced a quick look behind her and saw Wallace throwing his weapon to the floor. Before she could process what she was doing, she was out of the room, and men in tactical gear were rushing past her.

Elenora rushed forward and felt a pair of arms latch onto her and pull her from the conference room and into Art's office. The sudden shock of it all caused Elenora to rip herself away from the arms that had held her. She needed to get her bearings; she needed to slow her mind down from the panic that was setting in.

"Hey, it's me." A voice pierced through her thoughts, and Elenora's eyes snapped to find Tim's. Tim approached her much like he had that night in the parking lot. His hands up, palms facing her. "I'm gonna take that thing out of your mouth, okay?"

Nodding her head, Elenora allowed Tim to pull the gag from her and once it was removed she let out a sob.

"Here." Whispered Tim as he motioned for her to turn around. She felt the fabric on her wrists loosen and soon she was able to pull her shoulders back into their proper position. "Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" Asked Tim as he looked her over.

"No. No, I'm good. I just need a minute." Elenora sat herself down on the couch in Art's office and Tim moved to crouch down in front of her.

"He didn't cut you? Nick you? Do you need me to get Rachel?"

She knew what the question was implying, and that Tim had not really touched her yet. She could not see through the windows into the other room as the blinds were closed. But she did not need to as her father was stood in the doorway between the two rooms, staring down at her. "No, he didn't...he didn't touch me."

"Can I have a private word with my daughter, please?" Said Raylan.

Elenora looked back at Tim and she noticed that she was able to finally focus. There was a fire in his eyes as he looked at her. It was that look that told her Tim was doing everything in his power to ensure he did not explode in this moment. Standing up, Tim looked down at her for a moment longer and then left the room out the other door.

"Sunshine?" Raylan moved towards her and sat himself down next to her on the couch. "You okay?"

"Yeah. I just need to settle myself back down. I think, at one point, I knew he wasn't going to kill me, but that still is something I would rather not do again."

"Tell me about it." Raylan said as he leaned back on the couch and threw an arm across the back of it. "Seeing him, holding that shiv up against your neck. That is not something I want to see ever again."

"It was in his butt." Elenora said and then a laugh left her lips.

"It was in his butt." Raylan repeated, and he to let out a laugh. "You're sure you're okay?"

Elenora moved herself on the couch, putting her back to the arm and tucking her legs up underneath her. "Yeah. I just, I just need a few minutes before I can attempt to be a functional person again."

The two sat in silence for a few minutes before Raylan spoke. "I'm proud of you, you know. You kept your cool. You didn't seem to do anything to anger him, seemed to actually seem remorseful for holding you."

"Well, my daddy taught me well."

"And that bit about you being Gutterson's fiance..." Raylan spoke as he looked down his nose at her. She had wondered how long it would take for him to get to that part of the day. "Why you do that?"

"I needed you to get me out of that, and you weren't going to be able to do that if Wallace knew that you were my daddy. He assumed I had some relation to someone and when he mentioned Tim, I rolled with it."

"So that whole thing about him arresting you..." Raylan's hand waved around in front of him.

"Oh no, he arrested me." Elenora began and Raylan dropped his hand as his eyes went wide. "That wonderful apartment I have. I needed to cross off being arrested in order to get it, so Tim helped me. Hauled me out in front of my friends. I did use that pin trick you taught me to get out of the cuffs, though. Think I did actually impress him."

"Why am I just hearing about this now?"

Elenora shrugged her shoulders. "Didn't seem important. He didn't actually arrest me, just helped to make it look like I was. So I could get the apartment. We never said anything, scared Art might get upset at Tim for going along with it and for me for doing it in the first place."

"That why you two seem so friendly?"

"Yeah, I guess. Hit it off after that. He's a good guy. Think you would really like him if you weren't breathing down his neck all the time, and you wonder why I don't wanna introduce you to the guy I'm seeing?"

"Hey, I'm just trying to protect you, sunshine. I find it hard to imagine that someone would ever be good enough for you. Maybe you will finally let me meet him?"

"When I trust that you aren't going to shoot him."

Chapter 11

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copingintheghetto · 2 years ago

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Who, Where, Why?

I forget what my last words typed here were. Not gonna look. I just had a thought- why post what I find interesting about bands/artists and their lyrics, their donde estas- on facebook? Nobody in my friend list- mainly relatives because I deleted everyone my ex-sociopath boyfriend told me to- wants to read about these things. I should just blog about music and never write another line about anything on facebook.

While I'm here- there's something related to "living in the ghetto". Well, I came across the word. It seems that someone has tried to insult an intelligent, beautiful, professional, classy woman in Congress. I don't know if Ms. Crockett was born into poverty and clawed/climbed her way out or what. I am grateful that I wasn't born into poverty and have no idea what that experience would be like since I haven't lived it. All I can say is that I empathize with those struggling to rise above, cheer for those that do and feel confused as to why a person from a higher socio-economic background would spend their time casting stones at someone who rose above- someone who's words resonate with me- remind me that my glasses are, indeed, the right prescription as I try to keep my balance while navigating through my own little world, putting out fires big and small. Honestly, I wish I had not looked at this mess written on reddit and, instead, focused on my nauseating to-do list. SIDE NOTE- Mom On the Spectrum (also ADHD- on youtube.com) shared something that might be the best thing I've heard about all year. goblin.tools. Your to-do list- each task is broken down into steps for you. There's even this feature that compiles all of your 'brain dump' into a list of tasks! 'Judge' helps you read the tone of someone's message to you if you're not quite sure what to think about it. And it can help you think of a more tactful way to say something to someone. AND it can estimate how long any given task will take you to complete! Back to the beginning. Well, I think that person casting stones is doing so out of insecurity and not having any sense of self. SIDE NOTE- I have been struggling with talking out loud at home, alone, for a year and a half now. It's a compulsion, meaning I can't stop it even though I want to. I waste hours every day giving lectures, interviews, reenacting conversations- what I wanted to say, how I wanted to sound, all the points I wanted to make. Putting away some groceries takes 2 hours. I don't think it is OCD like my psych nurse practitioner said. I agree with the OCD personality disorder diagnosis I received 10 years ago though. I was going through a disorganized psych folder of mine the other day and came across a piece of paper with, "Dr. Clark" written at the top. At the very bottom is this: "Insecurity: loneliness and insecurity sometimes cause people to talk incessantly." But it doesn't say that it's all done out loud while alone like my situation. Regardless, I am definitely insecure. I was learning about all the different kinds of insecurity one can have the other day and it seemed that I had three types. All of it stemming from childhood trauma and abuse and all. So one shouldn't be ashamed about it. Should I waste time trying to put myself in the shoes of the stone thrower? No. I'm exhausted. Anyway, I digested some social media content along with all of the song lyrics I studied for the past week. The word 'ghetto' is used here. The post I read started with,

"Republicans don’t use racial slurs and stereotypes challenge GOP" from Reddit.

"With the disgusting remarks the left makes about Lauren [sic] Boobert, why shouldn't we be a little rough on ghetto Jasmine Crockett? Rep Crockett made an ass of herself during the #impeachmentinquiry hearing today...the woman has no class. I like Byron Donalds...he is a free-thinking black man with a brain. ""Cock-it"" is just a washed-up welfare queen who somehow made it to Congress." So, when you dislike someone for speaking truth backed up by facts, you lash out like a spoiled insecure child-bully because it makes you feel uncomfortable? You type out your lazy commentary- take jabs at someone superior in intellect and logic (just a hunch), knowing the majority of ignorant constituents wrapped around your cronies' fingers won't bother to look up the facts. This person and his/her cronies project a lot. (I think this is part of what's going on here. Not sure. I'm tired.) Repeatedly. Like, when will they stop?! Never. No shame because it would hurt their game. And they are in it to win it-no going back now! Having to admit defeat? No thanks. Let's just run with the ball and see how far we can go while ignoring the referees! When someone calls you something that they are, it is called psychological projection or projection bias. This is a psychological defense mechanism where a person subconsciously denies his or her own attributes, thoughts, and emotions, which are then ascribed to the outside world, usually to other people . (I'm not sure this is applicable here- I thought I was going somewhere with this.) Well, I think people like the one who spouted the hate about Ms. Crockett here are the ones making asses out of themselves. My mom does this. She- probably a narcissist- calls me one. SIDE NOTE: You can benefit from CBT if people do this to you- project- and you start to question yourself- start gaslighting yourself. It's crazy how that can start to happen. Second guessing yourself. Gaslighting- a subtle form of emotional manipulation that often results in the recipient doubting their perception of reality and their sanity. I guess I was saying that Ms. Crockett's words help protect me from gaslighting myself whenever I hear members of Congress squabbling about this and that. The stone thrower wants people to doubt themselves and their ability to think and reason. Doubt their intuition. Their gut feeling. This reminds me of my dad. He doesn't call to ask how I'm doing. He seems like a bully to me-one who is flat out bored sometimes. He calls to push my buttons because he's insecure. I never bring up politics but he usually, gleefully, sneaks something into a phone call for no reason. I don't share my opinion much because his loud, bellowing voice triggers my fight or flight response. If I didn't have these anxiety disorders and whatnot, he'd never speak to me about politics. Why do bullies pick fights with the meek? Insecurity. (again) I think most people know this in this day and age. But I still think that it is really sick and worth repeating that it is really sick. SIDE NOTE: I hope we can all express our own opinions without bighting each others' heads off one day. Wouldn't it be nice? (Beach Boys song popped into my head. I think it played at the end of a documentary I saw long ago.)

#psychology #mental health #politics #ramblings #40s

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conwomans · 3 years ago

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@candyfletcher.

#trying to keep her blog relatively small so i think i'm gonna post this and maybe only reblog it once.

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deadmunds-ghostbee · 4 years ago

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You’re a sensible and level headed person in the Bridgerton fandom, what is your take on the EW feature? I don’t think I’m a super reactionary person, however, I’ve had a creeping feeling that S2 just isn’t going to be good (both critical reception wise and fan response/satisfaction). TVWLM is the best book and they’re bungling with it for some reason…

Haha I'm glad I seem sensible! Yes I try to keep this a relatively drama and discourse free blog.

That being said, I've turned off my asks for the next day or so because I'm gonna write big long fun posts about the new content we got today but don't have the time to answer anything beyond this one.

To be honest, my first reaction to the article wasn't actually how I personally felt about it. I saw that Jonny and Simone weren't the cover and I thought, 'oh dear, people are going to have things to say about this.' And they did and they still do about many of the things mentioned in the article. Which is obviously fine.

Onto my thoughts: Entertainment weekly is no award-winning publication. There were points where I thought the journalist extrapolated to a hilarious amount (like in the post introducing the characters, they implied that Theo Sharpe and Eloise would be good for each other??) and points where it was just hot air.

I DONT EXPECT ANYONE TO READ ALL THIS BUT HERE GOES

The cast had some insightful things to say about themes and commentary, and ultimately I have no real opinion on the fact that they focused on the side characters a lot. Those characters are a sure bet. It's press and I won't claim to understand marketing or the semantics of scheduling. I do think it would be weird if we never got a Jonny Simone cover somewhere at some point, though.

In terms of bungling it, safest assumption is that it's a bit of a wash? What are the chances that it'll be amazing? What are the chances it'll be theworstfuckingthingever? Small for both. There will be good and bad and it will certainly never be 'great' with the way it bites off way more than it can chew in terms of class, race, and even women's issues. In terms of pulling off a good romance, though, I have faith.

The actors (Jonny in particular) have shown very keen understanding of their characters, and they continue to hone in on important character beats such as Kate's utter devotion to her family and Edwina. I don't think Kate and Anthony's story can be bad with good performances and chemistry, and a basis of the characters we love. Even if it *is* bad, nothing's ruining Kathony for me because I'm not letting it lol.

This opinion may get me in trouble: I personally don't really care how well it is perceived critically or by GA or my followers. I only care that I like it myself (which I am determined to do within reason), and that I can continue to enjoy writing/reading fic. How good the subsequent seasons are also isn't something I care about, but for the rest of the fandom's sakes, I hope yall enjoy it.

Critics usually overexaggerate and GA (and by that I mean, non-internet ppl who don't think too hard about it) are easy to please. I don't think it'll do the same numbers but whatever. The promo isn't a disaster but it could probably be better.

Now onto the last part which is probably what a lot of the question was about.

I think the largest points of contention in the article were the "Bombay" thing (which people have rightly complained about. I'm no history wizard and I'm also a white girl from the American midwest so I don't want to play any role in the discourse other than listen. Anxiety is warranted and I hope it is aptly criticized when it comes out). And the 'triangle' thing.

I think we've gotten to a point today where people are mostly trying to be positive in the tag after a chaotic afternoon. I agree. The words seemed offhand, innocuous, meant for GA, and also infused into the article without hearing it straight from Jonny's mouth. Passing interest from Edwina or Anthony will probably last two seconds.

This may be bold, but even if Edwina is into him, or (worst case scenario?? And HIGHLY unlikely) upset about the marriage or even if Anthony PROPOSES/almost marries her, it would be a wild divergence but I wouldn't completely hate it. Kate's twofold guilt/turmoil would be interesting. This wouldn't just be "fighting over a boy," it's been driven home that Edwina and Kate are soulmates, and that they are adding depth to the relationship. So the worst case scenario is only moderately upsetting for me, but I have more hope than that anyway. We've been conditioned by popular media to assume all love triangles are bad. Drama can be annoying but it can also leave room for character development. it's a generally interesting narrative choice to have characters be into someone that isn't their true love beforehand (a la Siena), which, in a show that boasts its "progressivism" and a fandom which wants it to be even more so, is a more modern idea.

Adding drama and complexities to subplots in order to give your cast things to do can be okay if done right. Promo isn't the nail in the coffin for actual screen time and even if Kathony is only on screen for a half or third of the time, 4 hours of content is better than nothing. That ratio will only continue in later seasons as they keep adding to the cast. Polin's story will be so bloated with Danbury and Queen stuff and Eloise drama and setting up the next phase of the show if they even have it, so why cross compare?

So tldr

The best way to think about S2 is a fun AU, no expectations. Whatever the s2 is, it may be show-canon but it isn't gospel.

If you don't like s2 then it shouldn't ruin your entire bridgerton experience. It's okay to be disappointed, but like, being disappointed is what real life is for. It's not coming anywhere near my escapism.

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Now that this essay is over I'm gonna write a post abt actual theories!! If you made it this far, Godspeed homie.

#bridgerton #kathony #bridgerton season 2 #my lukewarm takes #asks and answers

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Absolutely adore that positivity post you made. It's wild because I originally found your blog through Sal's post and to here you say that you may not even have ended up in the Glee fandom if it weren't for that post it's just idk... Really emphasizes how important these positivity posts are. You found a new fandom, I found a new favorite blog and it's inspired you to go on and shout out more people a year later which will maybe help people find new people to follow. I'm not articulating this well but basically FULL CIRCLE lol.

Also made me kind of miss Sal it's so embarrassing because we never spoke but she was a very bright light in this fandom I think. Thank you to you and others for also being bright lights. And to you and the other creators for keeping us all going with your gorgeous works.

Happy to spread positivity!

Yes it's strange to think back on that post. I'll try to find it because I'm sure I've reblogged it. Funny because I had been active in the Glee fandom for a year by then, just not on here, and that was around the time I started migrating more to tumblr because reddit got real bad real quick. I just wasn't sure because I hadn't been aware that there was a community here but then of course Sal's post happened and that was also the time I started getting asks about Glee, so the timing just worked out. Love a good full circle moment haha so I'm glad to have, sort of, joined through that and to have met people.

I don't think that's embarrassing at all, it's just kinda how it works on tumblr and you're fully valid to be missing her. For example, you're on anon and I still appreciate this and you haha even though it's not "direct" communication as such. I only had brief interactions with Sal as it was a relatively short overlap of both us being active on here but I think what counts is just, idk, appreciating someone's presence? Of course, nice tags go a long way on tumblr so I have favourite blogs on here with whom we only ever really communicate through that lol. But yeah Sal was definitely a bright light and I wish her the best, and I'm so happy to be able to be another sort of bright light for some.

Not gonna sugarcoat all of it because my tumblr Gleek experience also hasn't been 100% positive but that was literally down to one pesky anon, maybe 2-3, so overall it doesn't cast a shadow on what I consider to be a chill and great little community. In fact I've gotten so used to being in the relatively small fandom of a dead show that now I dread active ones so much lol. We may not get as many notes as more popular fandoms but it's the same familiar faces supporting each other and new people do occasionally join, like I myself did last year, so I think it's the ideal way of fandoming. So yeah, once again shoutout to all! Those who I didn't mention yesterday as well; just because I was focusing on gifmakers that doesn't mean the fandom doesn't have many other wonderful people who absolutely do contribute even by reblogging and tagging and starting conversations, all that. And people like yourself, who use the anon function to spread even more positivity and appreciation. Cheers!

#anon #nonglee asks #glee fandom #thanks for taking the time to send this #i really do love a full circle moment that's so nice

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marinerainbow · 5 years ago

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I've been seeing people post their NiGHTS OC's here, so I'm gonna give it a go.

I actually have multiple OC's, but I'm going to talk about my most developed OC. My nightopian named Prism (who I was inspired after seeing @squiderdoodle OC Void, shes really great!)

Before I show her picture (drawn by @marshmallow-biscuit-blog, thank you very much!) Shes not a regular nightopian. If anyone remembers my first NiGHTS into Dreans headcannon post, I said that I have a headcannon that nightopians have their own subspecies like the nightmaren, with the humanoids being referred as celestials (I'm still debating on whether or not to call them that, but I'm leaning more towards that name due to the fact I imagine their all solar based).

Ok, without further ado, heres Prism!

(The only thing you cant see in the pic is how long her hair is (down to her ankles) and her white ballet shoes (the kind with the ribbons you tie around your legs)) This is what I imagine her NiD look to be, but I'm still trying to figure out what her JoD look would be.

Now, onto her backstory.

The celestials were once high in number, acting out as guardians of the night dimension. However, after Wizeman died in a coma and his soul still remained in the dimension, he started his goal to take over the very place he was trapped in. Once he started gaining power, the celestials first tried to reason with him, but by then he found a way to consume others' energy, and started killing off the celestial species to gain their power (thats how he gained his godlike powers).

As he created more and more nightmaren to steal more and more ideya, the night dimension itself had started creating a new celestial (I cant remember if I've already mentioned it, but I imagine the night dimension to be alive, more so then our own earth). This new celestial was Prism. However, she was created in a secluded area in a Nightopia, so no one had really been able to find her. It wasn't until an awakener who would later become her friend found her and brought her to Owl, who then raised her and taught her everything she needed to know about her world.

She was relatively happy, she made quick friends with the normal nightopians, she saw Owl as a father figure, and she was safe and happy in her home at the Dreamgate. However, around the time she came of age, she encountered a nightmaren for the first time in her life, while they were terrorizing visitors and stealing ideya. After that day, she had decided to become a guardian of the night dimension, just like her ancestors, and protect Nightopia and visitors.

She was powerful to fight against third levels with no problem and second levels easily after she got used to them. As such, Wizeman decided to create the two first levels NiGHTS and Reala. Now those two, since they were made to be far more powerful then a second level, turned out to be quite difficult for Prism to fight against. The most she could do was provide a distraction for them while any visitors or nightopians in the area could get away.

Due to her experiences, Prism had started believing that nightmaren were a inherently evil species. Even though Owl tried to teach her to not think that way, it was hard for her to see the nightmaren as anything but evil. Until NiGHTS rebelled that is.

Of course, she didnt trust them at first, always keeping a close eye on them. But as they proved that they really had a change of heart, Prism started trusting them more and more. Soon enough, the nightopian had actually befriended the rebellious nightmaren, and finally learned what Owl was trying to teach her. Now, she wishes to try and protect all of the night dimension, not just Nightopia.

Now with her backstory done, here are some random facts about her.

She is 4'7, even though shes an adult (I headcannon all nightopians, from the animals to the pixies to the celestials, to be small in comparison to the nightmaren)

Prism is very naive, not in the 'everyone is good' way, but in the fact that she can take things at face value (like how she saw the nightmaren before NiGHTS rebelled). However, she is always willing to learn, and is more than willing to admit her mistakes and will do her best to make them right. She is also a very kind hearted person and would protect and care for her loved ones (family, friends, etc). As such, she can be seen as innocent at times.

As you can see, her wings dont look like a normal nightopians' wings. I imagine humanoid nightopians have more like dragonfly wings rather then butterfly wings.

She is a very sweet person, but she does have a temper. It can take alot to make her lose her temper (or only a little, depending on what is making her angry) but when she loses it, she proves just how loud tiny people get. She can also be very stubborn when she wants to be.

She is also much more of a 'by the book' sort of person then NiGHTS is. It's why they compliment each other well, she helps them be more serious, and they help her be more playful (that's not to say she doesnt know how to have fun, she often plays with the nightopians when she has free time. But she takes her job very seriously, and can often times come off as a workaholic. So NiGHTS is able to help her relax when she needs it.)

The reason why she was named Prism is because of her light based powers: She can summon light, and can even use this to her advantage when fighting for both offense and defense, but she can not actually bend light itself. Her colors will also change depending on her mood/mental state (her colors will look brighter when happy, they will look drained when depressed, etc). If you look at her appearance, you'll notice that she actually looks like the sky, (sky blue eyes, sun hair, etc).

She has her own invisible instrument! A tambourine! She also she enjoys singing and dancing. Especially when it's a celebration of some sort (I'd compare her voice to Miss Acacia from Jack and the Cukoo Clock Heart, especially in the song 'Flames with Glasses'). She also loves reading, and could spend hours going through her favorite pieces of literature.

She us a very upbeat and positive person, despite picking up on some of Owl's anxious habits (like overthinking things). She has a very high energy and is very sociable, but she always makes sure to focus on her work.

Since the night dimension itself created her, she feels at home when shes outdoors, especially in woodlands or fields, almost as if she feels a connection with the world (she cant communicate with the dimension though, she just loves the outdoors)

The awakener that found her is really small, small enough to hide in her shoulder. His name is Peonie, and he is really shy and a bit of a scaredy cat, but he is protective of Prism and will often accompany her on her patrols or outings when he's not doing his own duties, despite the risk of running into a nightmaren.

And that's Prism! Please let me know what you think! Constructive criticism and questions are always welcome!

#NiGHTS into Dreams #NiGHTS Journey of Dreams #NiD #JoD #my own characters #my own OC's #original character #nightopian #fan nightopian #fantopian #?#NiGHTS #Prism #Owl #awakener #Peonie #Wizeman

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