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"Medicine, law, buisness, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustainlife."

"But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for."

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I HATE EVERYONE

Literally the first thing I see after watching the dead poets society is a tiktok connecting Cameron’s betrayal with Peter’s to the marauders…

I CAN NEVER CATCH A BREAK

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So…

BLOODSHED; A Legacy [CHAPTER 6]

Chapter Warnings: Violence, gore, blood, physical pain, disturbing themes, language.

CHAPTER 6

My head hurts. Why does my head hurt?

➵

Can people feel pain even when they are so unconscious and so far from reality that not even negative-degree weather can wake them up?

…Deeply unconscious individuals, whether in a comatose state or under profound anesthesia, do not consciously experience pain due to the suppression of cortical processing. Reflexive responses, however, may still occur in some cases, though they do not equate to conscious pain perception…

Or at least that’s what Ellie’s stupid book said. She had been waiting weeks for Joel and Bonnie to wake up, to no avail. Leaving the university after coming across a group of deranged hunters, Joel had found himself impaled by a sharp piece of metal, making him completely helpless. Bonnie then took two bullets to the stomach, also falling unconscious and leaving Ellie the task of extracting both of them out of danger.

“Who’s there? Come out!”

Damn it. First thing Bonnie had told Ellie not to do when hunting: distract herself.

➵

My feet feel numb, my stomach feels like I was stabbed a hundred times.Why do I hurt? What happened?

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“Here. You should eat. I know you’re hungry — been out for quite some time.”

Ellie looked up from where she sat on the floor, examining the food that had been shoved inside her cell.

“What is it?”

“Deer.”

David stood outside her cell, a twisted smile plastered on his face, a poor attempt to calm her down. Ellie looked down at the plate again. She had seen enough from the filthy chopping table just outside her cell to know not to trust this deranged man — but then again, she was starving.

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PAIN. What is it with all this pain?!My hands feel like they’re about to fall off, my arms feel weak like twigs.Am I dying?Am I dead?I can tell I’m not in the same university where I was shot anymore. I don’t feel the sun hitting my face from the travel, I can’t feel my feet aching from the walking.Where is my gun?I can’t hear Joel’s… Joel…I didn’t come here with just Joel.

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“I’m infected! I’m infected!”

The men looked at each other, and David smiled his creepy, ugly smile, stabbing the knife he was going to use to gut Ellie into the table. “I’ll play along.”

He rolled Ellie’s sleeve up enough to reveal her bite mark. An angry mix of raised, jagged skin wound around her forearm like a brand, staring back at the two men.

She was infected.

“She would’ve turned by now. It can’t be real.”

“Looks pretty fucking real to me!”

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“Ellie…” Bonnie saw the cold before she felt it. Her eyes adjusted slowly to the new surroundings. Cold air bit at her face, and a puff of warm breath escaped her lips, visible in the freezing air. They weren’t at the university anymore — now they were somewhere far colder, far harsher.

 She tried to stand up, failing and collapsing again, her head resting on her pack.

She looked to her left and saw Joel lying still, his face pale, his breaths so faint they were barely there. He almost looked dead.

“What the fuck?” she whispered, panic mixing with the pain. She tried to call out again, her voice weak. “Ellie…”

A warm liquid started making its way down her toned stomach: blood. Bonnie’s vision blurred slightly, but she kept her focus on Joel. He looked half-dead, his face tense and bruised, dried blood staining his clothes. She forced herself to stay awake, her mind drifting between fear and exhaustion as she clung to the hope that Ellie could somehow get them out of this.

Finally, after what felt like forever, Joel stirred, his fingers twitching on the cold concrete.

“Ellie!”

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“It didn’t have to be this way, you know. You brought this on yourself. You did.”

Ellie gritted her teeth, her body trembling as she crouched low, eyes darting through the smoke and fire that consumed the lodge.

“It didn’t have to be this way…”

Ellie’s blood ran cold. She couldn’t let him keep talking, couldn’t let him close the distance. Taking a deep breath, she lunged from her hiding spot, swinging the knife wildly, a scream ripping from her throat. David dodged, catching her wrist in a brutal grip and slamming her down onto the floor. The impact knocked the air from her lungs, but she forced herself to fight, kicking and struggling under his weight.

“No! Don’t fucking touch me!”

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Bonnie saw red.

She didn’t know how many times she had stabbed that nasty man. As many times as it took for it to be unrecognizable that he even had a hand.

She had sustained some burns from staying in the fire too long. Joel had to pull her out because, by the time he arrived, Ellie had already fled the burning building.

“Ellie.”

She was breathing hard, barely getting any actual oxygen in.

“Ellie!” She grabbed her by the shoulders, forcing her to look at her.

“I’m here. You’re fine now.”

Ellie collapsed into her shoulder, sobbing.

“It’s okay now.”

A/N

I was a little lazy so it’s kinda short. Honestly I’m so busy with figuring out some uni stuff I’m just glad I’m writing again. 🐵

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BLOODSHED; A Legacy [CHAPTER 6]

Chapter Warnings: Violence, gore, blood, physical pain, disturbing themes, language.

CHAPTER 6

My head hurts. Why does my head hurt?

➵

Can people feel pain even when they are so unconscious and so far from reality that not even negative-degree weather can wake them up?

…Deeply unconscious individuals, whether in a comatose state or under profound anesthesia, do not consciously experience pain due to the suppression of cortical processing. Reflexive responses, however, may still occur in some cases, though they do not equate to conscious pain perception…

Or at least that’s what Ellie’s stupid book said. She had been waiting weeks for Joel and Bonnie to wake up, to no avail. Leaving the university after coming across a group of deranged hunters, Joel had found himself impaled by a sharp piece of metal, making him completely helpless. Bonnie then took two bullets to the stomach, also falling unconscious and leaving Ellie the task of extracting both of them out of danger.

“Who’s there? Come out!”

Damn it. First thing Bonnie had told Ellie not to do when hunting: distract herself.

➵

My feet feel numb, my stomach feels like I was stabbed a hundred times.Why do I hurt? What happened?

➵

“Here. You should eat. I know you’re hungry — been out for quite some time.”

Ellie looked up from where she sat on the floor, examining the food that had been shoved inside her cell.

“What is it?”

“Deer.”

David stood outside her cell, a twisted smile plastered on his face, a poor attempt to calm her down. Ellie looked down at the plate again. She had seen enough from the filthy chopping table just outside her cell to know not to trust this deranged man — but then again, she was starving.

➵

PAIN. What is it with all this pain?!My hands feel like they’re about to fall off, my arms feel weak like twigs.Am I dying?Am I dead?I can tell I’m not in the same university where I was shot anymore. I don’t feel the sun hitting my face from the travel, I can’t feel my feet aching from the walking.Where is my gun?I can’t hear Joel’s… Joel…I didn’t come here with just Joel.

➵

“I’m infected! I’m infected!”

The men looked at each other, and David smiled his creepy, ugly smile, stabbing the knife he was going to use to gut Ellie into the table. “I’ll play along.”

He rolled Ellie’s sleeve up enough to reveal her bite mark. An angry mix of raised, jagged skin wound around her forearm like a brand, staring back at the two men.

She was infected.

“She would’ve turned by now. It can’t be real.”

“Looks pretty fucking real to me!”

➵

“Ellie…” Bonnie saw the cold before she felt it. Her eyes adjusted slowly to the new surroundings. Cold air bit at her face, and a puff of warm breath escaped her lips, visible in the freezing air. They weren’t at the university anymore — now they were somewhere far colder, far harsher.

 She tried to stand up, failing and collapsing again, her head resting on her pack.

She looked to her left and saw Joel lying still, his face pale, his breaths so faint they were barely there. He almost looked dead.

“What the fuck?” she whispered, panic mixing with the pain. She tried to call out again, her voice weak. “Ellie…”

A warm liquid started making its way down her toned stomach: blood. Bonnie’s vision blurred slightly, but she kept her focus on Joel. He looked half-dead, his face tense and bruised, dried blood staining his clothes. She forced herself to stay awake, her mind drifting between fear and exhaustion as she clung to the hope that Ellie could somehow get them out of this.

Finally, after what felt like forever, Joel stirred, his fingers twitching on the cold concrete.

“Ellie!”

➵

“It didn’t have to be this way, you know. You brought this on yourself. You did.”

Ellie gritted her teeth, her body trembling as she crouched low, eyes darting through the smoke and fire that consumed the lodge.

“It didn’t have to be this way…”

Ellie’s blood ran cold. She couldn’t let him keep talking, couldn’t let him close the distance. Taking a deep breath, she lunged from her hiding spot, swinging the knife wildly, a scream ripping from her throat. David dodged, catching her wrist in a brutal grip and slamming her down onto the floor. The impact knocked the air from her lungs, but she forced herself to fight, kicking and struggling under his weight.

“No! Don’t fucking touch me!”

➵

Bonnie saw red.

She didn’t know how many times she had stabbed that nasty man. As many times as it took for it to be unrecognizable that he even had a hand.

She had sustained some burns from staying in the fire too long. Joel had to pull her out because, by the time he arrived, Ellie had already fled the burning building.

“Ellie.”

She was breathing hard, barely getting any actual oxygen in.

“Ellie!” She grabbed her by the shoulders, forcing her to look at her.

“I’m here. You’re fine now.”

Ellie collapsed into her shoulder, sobbing.

“It’s okay now.”

A/N

I was a little lazy so it’s kinda short. Honestly I’m so busy with figuring out some uni stuff I’m just glad I’m writing again. 🐵

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I totally forgot I had this in drafts

BLOODSHED; A Legacy [Chapter 5]

CW: Emotional Strain and Vulnerability, Implied Violence, Death and Sickness.

CHAPTER 5

Ellie was riding in the back of the horse Bonnie was leading, with Joel walking beside them.

After the raider attack at the dam back in Jackson, Tommy was able to get some rounds for the trio and a single horse. He didn't want to leave his people vulnerable with no supplies, leaving Joel and Bonnie no choice but to take turns since neither of them wanted Ellie to get off the horse. The landscape stretched out before them, a vast, broken world they had come to know too well.

“Right, it's called a turnover,” Joel answered, his voice calm

“And if you clear the ten yards then you're back at...first down?”

“First down, that's right,” Joel confirmed, glancing up at Ellie with a small smile. The road ahead was uneven, covered in overgrown grass and patches of wildflowers, the remnants of a world trying to reclaim itself.

“Man, it's confusing… Bonnie, what sport do you like?”

That was a hard question for Bonnie. Years of having to work in the shadows to hide from governments and bad people she crossed paths with caused her to live shunned away from her already messed-up world. In truth, she never got to explore things like Ellie did in her military school, like PE or drinking in a dorm past curfew. So, naturally, she didn't know any sports. The memories of running, hiding, and surviving left little room for the simple joys of a normal childhood.

But then again, after talking to Ellie in the midst of leaving Jackson, she got her to trust her again. Bonnie would hate to ruin how good things were between the trio because of her lack of conversational skills. She could feel Ellie's eyes on her, waiting expectantly, and she took a deep breath, trying to find the right words.

“Uhm, soccer,” she finally replied, hoping it sounded convincing. Her heart pounded as she awaited Ellie's reaction.

“Oh! Who was your favorite team from back then?” Ellie asked, her curiosity piqued.

“Uhm…”

“Girls, I think we're here.” Thank God for Joel. His interruption was a welcome relief, breaking the tension that had built up.

They entered the abandoned university, the buildings looming ahead, casting long shadows in the late afternoon light. The air was thick, Joel and Bonnie knew well that this could be their last moments with Ellie. The silence of the campus was eerie, each step echoing in the empty corridors.

“Okay. None of these buildings look like a mirror to me,” Ellie commented, her eyes scanning the surroundings. The campus felt like a ghost town, memories of a once-thriving place now reduced to silence and decay.

“Well, we'll head to central grounds. Should be able to see most of the campus from there,” Joel said, his voice steady as he led the way. The trio moved cautiously, their senses on high alert for any signs of danger.

They advanced through the abandoned campus, Ellie once again not missing the chance to get personal information out of Joel. The fact that growing up he wanted to be a singer was a surprise! She even tried to get him to sing for them, her playful prodding bringing a brief smile to Joel's face.

Around the center of the university, they came across a herd of monkeys, also passing by symbols of Fireflies, clearly indicating they had finally reached the group's territory. The sight of the symbols gave them a renewed sense of purpose, a sign that they were on the right track.

“This is good. First sign of Fireflies,” Elliel remarked.

They crossed through the dorms, Ellie and Bonnie getting separated from Joel at some point while he cleared a section of clickers. The quiet tension between the two girls grew as they found themselves alone, the silence of the dorms amplifying every small sound.

“Ellie…” Bonnie's voice broke the silence, catching Ellie by surprise. The girl was never one to start a conversation, and Ellie turned to her, curiosity and concern in her eyes.

“Yes?” she encouraged, her voice soft, sensing that Bonnie had something important to say.

“Uhm, how do you feel? We’re close to finding them, and I—I know you really want this—” Bonnie looked down at her shoes, her voice faltering. She might've been holding a loaded rifle, a mean bow, and about three Molotovs in her pack, but right in this moment, Bonnie felt pretty small.

Ellie moved closer, her eyes searching Bonnie's face. “I'm fine. I knew you guys would get me to the Fireflies at some point, I’m ready for whatever.”

Bonnie looked around, opening a random drawer to avoid the girl’s eyes, “Right.”

Suddenly, Joel popped his head in, interrupting the girls’ conversation. “Hey Bonnie, help me out here?”

Ellie looked to Bonnie, she could tell by her sudden change of posture the girl had shut down, and it quite frankly disappointed Ellie. She was just getting the girl to open up. Bonnie gave Ellie a brief glance, letting the girl know she had gone back to her cold self.

“Sure…” Bonnie muttered, her voice barely audible.

“C’mon ellie.” joel gave ellie a little push.

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“Don’t think he could tell us where the Fireflies are…”

“Yeah…”

Joel walked over to where the body lay, picking up an abandoned recorder. The room felt colder, and every small sound seemed amplified in the silence.

“If you're looking for the Fireflies, they've all left,” the recorder crackled, its voice distorted but clear enough to understand.

“Yeah, no shit,” Ellie muttered, her frustration evident.

“I'm dead...or I will be soon. Got me some time to reflect,” the voice continued, each word laden with a haunting resignation.

“Joel, forward it,” Bonnie urged, her impatience growing as she leaned closer to him.

Joel fiddled with the buttons on the recorder, fast-forwarding the tape. The machine whirred softly, its mechanical clicks breaking the tense silence.

“...been years that felt like we were! ...fucking thing was a giant waste of ti—- not going to do this anymore …looking for the others, they've all returned to Saint Mary's Hospital in Salt Lake City. You'll find them there, still trying to save the world. Good luck with that.”

Joel set the recorder down on the table, his face deep in thought. The weight of the revelation hung heavily in the air.

“Do you know where that is?” Ellie inquired, her voice breaking the silence.

“I know the city,” Joel replied, his tone steady but thoughtful.

“Is it far?” Ellie asked, her curiosity mingled with concern.

Bonnie looked at the duo, trying to gauge their reactions. “In horseback it shouldn't-”

“Sh… wait.” Joel held up a finger to his lips, his eyes narrowing as he focused on the outside. They looked out to see a flashlight pointing at them, its beam cutting through the darkness like a knife.

“Fireflies?” Ellie stepped forward, her heart pounding in her chest.

“Not fireflies.”

“Get down!”

➵

“Mom, get up.” Bonnie's voice was a whisper, barely cutting through the stale air of the small, dim apartment. The woman on the bed turned away, her moans a symphony of pain and fatigue. She sat up slowly, clutching the filthy sheet around her frail form, eyes squinting at the pale light filtering through the cracked window.

“Baby, I'm not feeling so good today,” she murmured, her voice trembling with weakness.

Bonnie sighed, the weight of frustration heavy in her chest. She walked to her mother's side of the bed and knelt, her knees pressing into the gritty floor. “You haven't in days... Say the word, I'll go do the trade.” Her eyes bore into her mother's, pleading, desperate to convey the gravity of their situation.

The woman took hold of her child’s hands, her grip shaky. She lifted Bonnie from the ground, forcing her to stand. A tear slipped down her sallow cheek as she looked up at her daughter. “I never wanted you involved in any of this. I promised I would get you into that military school—”

“I don't care about goddamn school!” Bonnie's voice broke, anger and fear twisting her words. She spun away from her mother, her movements frantic as she grabbed ammo and health supplies, shoving them into an old, worn backpack.

“My dear—”

“Stop!” Bonnie's outburst echoed in the small room, her tears glistening in the dim light. “I don't care about stupid military school! I care about you, about us! And if I have to do your business while you're ill, I will!”

The woman struggled to rise from the bed, her eyes shadowed with despair. “You will do no such thing.”

Bonnie stepped closer, her gaze unwavering, defiant. “Yes, I will. If it will keep us afloat, I will.”

The woman shook her head, a sorrowful smile playing on her lips. “You are just a kid.”

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BLOODSHED; A Legacy [Chapter 5]

CW: Emotional Strain and Vulnerability, Implied Violence, Death and Sickness.

CHAPTER 5

Ellie was riding in the back of the horse Bonnie was leading, with Joel walking beside them.

After the raider attack at the dam back in Jackson, Tommy was able to get some rounds for the trio and a single horse. He didn't want to leave his people vulnerable with no supplies, leaving Joel and Bonnie no choice but to take turns since neither of them wanted Ellie to get off the horse. The landscape stretched out before them, a vast, broken world they had come to know too well.

“Right, it's called a turnover,” Joel answered, his voice calm

“And if you clear the ten yards then you're back at...first down?”

“First down, that's right,” Joel confirmed, glancing up at Ellie with a small smile. The road ahead was uneven, covered in overgrown grass and patches of wildflowers, the remnants of a world trying to reclaim itself.

“Man, it's confusing… Bonnie, what sport do you like?”

That was a hard question for Bonnie. Years of having to work in the shadows to hide from governments and bad people she crossed paths with caused her to live shunned away from her already messed-up world. In truth, she never got to explore things like Ellie did in her military school, like PE or drinking in a dorm past curfew. So, naturally, she didn't know any sports. The memories of running, hiding, and surviving left little room for the simple joys of a normal childhood.

But then again, after talking to Ellie in the midst of leaving Jackson, she got her to trust her again. Bonnie would hate to ruin how good things were between the trio because of her lack of conversational skills. She could feel Ellie's eyes on her, waiting expectantly, and she took a deep breath, trying to find the right words.

“Uhm, soccer,” she finally replied, hoping it sounded convincing. Her heart pounded as she awaited Ellie's reaction.

“Oh! Who was your favorite team from back then?” Ellie asked, her curiosity piqued.

“Uhm…”

“Girls, I think we're here.” Thank God for Joel. His interruption was a welcome relief, breaking the tension that had built up.

They entered the abandoned university, the buildings looming ahead, casting long shadows in the late afternoon light. The air was thick, Joel and Bonnie knew well that this could be their last moments with Ellie. The silence of the campus was eerie, each step echoing in the empty corridors.

“Okay. None of these buildings look like a mirror to me,” Ellie commented, her eyes scanning the surroundings. The campus felt like a ghost town, memories of a once-thriving place now reduced to silence and decay.

“Well, we'll head to central grounds. Should be able to see most of the campus from there,” Joel said, his voice steady as he led the way. The trio moved cautiously, their senses on high alert for any signs of danger.

They advanced through the abandoned campus, Ellie once again not missing the chance to get personal information out of Joel. The fact that growing up he wanted to be a singer was a surprise! She even tried to get him to sing for them, her playful prodding bringing a brief smile to Joel's face.

Around the center of the university, they came across a herd of monkeys, also passing by symbols of Fireflies, clearly indicating they had finally reached the group's territory. The sight of the symbols gave them a renewed sense of purpose, a sign that they were on the right track.

“This is good. First sign of Fireflies,” Elliel remarked.

They crossed through the dorms, Ellie and Bonnie getting separated from Joel at some point while he cleared a section of clickers. The quiet tension between the two girls grew as they found themselves alone, the silence of the dorms amplifying every small sound.

“Ellie…” Bonnie's voice broke the silence, catching Ellie by surprise. The girl was never one to start a conversation, and Ellie turned to her, curiosity and concern in her eyes.

“Yes?” she encouraged, her voice soft, sensing that Bonnie had something important to say.

“Uhm, how do you feel? We’re close to finding them, and I—I know you really want this—” Bonnie looked down at her shoes, her voice faltering. She might've been holding a loaded rifle, a mean bow, and about three Molotovs in her pack, but right in this moment, Bonnie felt pretty small.

Ellie moved closer, her eyes searching Bonnie's face. “I'm fine. I knew you guys would get me to the Fireflies at some point, I’m ready for whatever.”

Bonnie looked around, opening a random drawer to avoid the girl’s eyes, “Right.”

Suddenly, Joel popped his head in, interrupting the girls’ conversation. “Hey Bonnie, help me out here?”

Ellie looked to Bonnie, she could tell by her sudden change of posture the girl had shut down, and it quite frankly disappointed Ellie. She was just getting the girl to open up. Bonnie gave Ellie a brief glance, letting the girl know she had gone back to her cold self.

“Sure…” Bonnie muttered, her voice barely audible.

“C’mon ellie.” joel gave ellie a little push.

➵

“Don’t think he could tell us where the Fireflies are…”

“Yeah…”

Joel walked over to where the body lay, picking up an abandoned recorder. The room felt colder, and every small sound seemed amplified in the silence.

“If you're looking for the Fireflies, they've all left,” the recorder crackled, its voice distorted but clear enough to understand.

“Yeah, no shit,” Ellie muttered, her frustration evident.

“I'm dead...or I will be soon. Got me some time to reflect,” the voice continued, each word laden with a haunting resignation.

“Joel, forward it,” Bonnie urged, her impatience growing as she leaned closer to him.

Joel fiddled with the buttons on the recorder, fast-forwarding the tape. The machine whirred softly, its mechanical clicks breaking the tense silence.

“...been years that felt like we were! ...fucking thing was a giant waste of ti—- not going to do this anymore …looking for the others, they've all returned to Saint Mary's Hospital in Salt Lake City. You'll find them there, still trying to save the world. Good luck with that.”

Joel set the recorder down on the table, his face deep in thought. The weight of the revelation hung heavily in the air.

“Do you know where that is?” Ellie inquired, her voice breaking the silence.

“I know the city,” Joel replied, his tone steady but thoughtful.

“Is it far?” Ellie asked, her curiosity mingled with concern.

Bonnie looked at the duo, trying to gauge their reactions. “In horseback it shouldn't-”

“Sh… wait.” Joel held up a finger to his lips, his eyes narrowing as he focused on the outside. They looked out to see a flashlight pointing at them, its beam cutting through the darkness like a knife.

“Fireflies?” Ellie stepped forward, her heart pounding in her chest.

“Not fireflies.”

“Get down!”

➵

“Mom, get up.” Bonnie's voice was a whisper, barely cutting through the stale air of the small, dim apartment. The woman on the bed turned away, her moans a symphony of pain and fatigue. She sat up slowly, clutching the filthy sheet around her frail form, eyes squinting at the pale light filtering through the cracked window.

“Baby, I'm not feeling so good today,” she murmured, her voice trembling with weakness.

Bonnie sighed, the weight of frustration heavy in her chest. She walked to her mother's side of the bed and knelt, her knees pressing into the gritty floor. “You haven't in days... Say the word, I'll go do the trade.” Her eyes bore into her mother's, pleading, desperate to convey the gravity of their situation.

The woman took hold of her child’s hands, her grip shaky. She lifted Bonnie from the ground, forcing her to stand. A tear slipped down her sallow cheek as she looked up at her daughter. “I never wanted you involved in any of this. I promised I would get you into that military school—”

“I don't care about goddamn school!” Bonnie's voice broke, anger and fear twisting her words. She spun away from her mother, her movements frantic as she grabbed ammo and health supplies, shoving them into an old, worn backpack.

“My dear—”

“Stop!” Bonnie's outburst echoed in the small room, her tears glistening in the dim light. “I don't care about stupid military school! I care about you, about us! And if I have to do your business while you're ill, I will!”

The woman struggled to rise from the bed, her eyes shadowed with despair. “You will do no such thing.”

Bonnie stepped closer, her gaze unwavering, defiant. “Yes, I will. If it will keep us afloat, I will.”

The woman shook her head, a sorrowful smile playing on her lips. “You are just a kid.”

Lol

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Someone should make a fic where Spencer is dating a vs angel with out knowing and he finds out when Garcia shows him the show idk something like that

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It’s so funny when you say no to something when doing the ykw with a guy and they say “yeah I’m ok with that” like… yeah you are going to have to be. Hello????

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I’m looking for a seungmin smau where he was a film major or something like that and they made a movie where lino and Felix where a gay couple I think

PLS SEND HELP I CANT FIND IT 😕

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WHERE IS THE FLUFF?? WHERE IS THE ANGST?? WHERE IS THE HURT/COMFORT?? WHERE IS THE LOVE?? WHERE????

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Not posting this rant on twitter cause I have irls there and I don’t want to add to the drama but I have to say this.

Almost a year ago some friends and I started a series of campaigns and small events around school to fund directly to the people in gaza.

Everything was going really well and we were really happy with our results considering ppl at our school aren’t big on student/administration organized events.

It all came to an end at the begging of summer, right before break when one professor I’ve had beef since freshman year found out *I* was involved in these events and decided to shut down everything.

I know for a fact that it was because of me because he has 1.not shown any interest whatsoever to everything we have been doing so far and 2. He knew of everyone in the group except me.

My school are experts on shutting down “drama” really quickly (threatening the students) and they almost immediately threatened to take away my scholarship when they found out why the campaign was cancelled.

And I’d like to add that I never did anything to that man 🥲🥲 he has some HORRIBLE problems regarding his ego and he didn’t like when I asked for my grade to be changed when he mistakenly marked as wrong some answer on one of his exams. I obviously fought for my grade as his exams are like 10 questins and 70% of our grade and he didn’t like not getting his way. 😭😭😭

I genuinely never meant to offend him like- sir I can’t afford to look after your ego if my scholarship literally depends on having good grades.

Anyways love this for me 🥰🥰😍

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This is a good opportunity to remind everyone the K-pop mustn’t ever come before morals. I am at peace to see that the fandom isn’t siding with the idol out of fanatism and they are treating the situation with the seriousness that is needed and also spreading the victims message and encouraging others to come forward.

Also I am completely disgusted that instead of using this horrible experience and try to advocate more for victims (especially in Korea since Korean women are speaking more now than ever) SOME fandoms have turned this into a childish fan war, stripping the seriousness out of the whole situation.

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Thank you to everyone who got me to 100 likes!

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the scratches on his chest and back , he thinks im mentally well enough 😭

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WHY IS EVERY VIDEO IVE SEEN OF THE CONCERT SO FREAKY 😭😭😭