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shimmershae · 3 years

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Just watched the episode and I’m going to have a lot of thoughts for you, most of them probably bordering on incoherence (LOL) so this is your last chance to nope on out of this post because I’m going to go ahead and put everything else behind a cut to save the eyes that do not want to see any spoilers at all. Unlike mine, that very much wanted to see but in a lot of cases? Could not see shit, but I digress.

Shae’s stream of consciousness coming at you in 3-2-1.

First of all, can I saw how good it is to have my show back again? Like, no. I don’t quite have Season 5 levels of excitement about the new/last season, but it is definitely nice to have all these characters back.

So all these thoughts of mine. Okay. Bear with me because there be a whole lot of them, lol.

My immediate impression as the episode opened was WHOA. Such a cool shot of Daryl with one light wing, one dark wing (representing the two sides to Daryl maybe--the man of honor versus the man he was raised to be, hmm?) looking out over some dark vista of something. Seriously. It’s dark. My room is also dark at the moment and still I was squinting to see. To make out what I’m “looking” at. I really, really hope the rest of this season isn’t this hard to make out.

Is that a tank? Kinda sorta a callback to Rick’s first episode? If so, cool. If not, well. Us fans have always put way more thought into things. For real. Change my mind.

Holy intense eye contact, Batman! Daryl Dixon has literally never looked at anyone--not BethusConLeah--in quite the same smoldering way as he looks at Carol. It’s next level. I don’t know why people be fooling themselves into thinking different.

Let’s see. I can make out--besides Daryl, Maggie, and that face mask dude I already forgot the name of--Kelly, Magna, Jerry (who’s that with him?), and Carol. Sorry. My world, like Daryl’s, inevitably narrows to Carol. She’s loking fierce and fine AF per usual.

Was that Rosita I noticed rewinding to relive Daryl eye-fucking Carol?

I’m guessing this is the army base they talked about in 10C.

That Walker perking up like “I smell food--pancakes and bacon and oohhhh” has me giggling inappropriately right off the bat. WTF.

Look at all my fabulous ladies tiptoeing through that Walker minefield. And Carol spotting that gun that might be useful right away. Listen, if you don’t think her mind ain’t always ten steps ahead of everybody else’s, you’d be wrong.

So. Are these Walkers just so old and feeble not even the call of fresh meat attracts them? Because just tiptoeing through their midst without the knockoff Lady Gaga meatsuits or skin masks has never really worked before that I can remember.

I just want to see most of this season. Is that really too much to ask? Don’t X-Files and Game of Thrones us, Angela. Please and thank you very fucking much.

Okay. Is the one drop of blood thing making anybody else have 28 Days Later vibes? Kinda? Sorta? No? Just me? Okay then. Carry on.

Wait a minute, though. How they be explaining how Daryl keeeps acquiring all these new tats all the time? Hmm? It’s like they just quit giving a shit about continuity in these latter seasons.

I mean. Do Walkers sleep now? LMAO. What is this? I guess they’re constantly evolving?

There’s my baby Lydia. Love my smol bean.

Alright though. I love to see the ladies of TWD kick some ass. It’s very gratifying. Gimps would never. Thank you, Angela.

Clever, resourceful, calm and collected, quick thinking Carol to the rescue! Seriously. Her haters must be withering away inside with absolute envy.

Hey, ya’ll. Remember when Carol was still mastering her sharpshooting skills at the Prison yard and shot at Rick’s feet? Her little “sorry, sorry”? LOL. If Rick could only see her now. Wait. He already knew what so many of his stans refuse to acknowledge--Carol=ultimate survivor and true savior to the group many times over.

Maggie’s got herself a gun, too. Go my badass girls.

Of course, Carol’s got everybody’s back. Of fucking course, Daryl’s got hers even when everybody else seem frozen in some kind of awe or stupification or something. Microcosm of the whole damn show right there.

Carol’s like “here’s your knives, love of my life.”

Eh. Maybe that’s just me.

Nah. She’s totally thinking it, too.

YAS! YAS! Norman Reedus and Melissa McBride with the top billing. How very far my babies have come.

Listen. I miss all the characters we’ve lost. Absolutely. But I love the ones that are still with us, that have been with us for so very long so hard. Whether I love their stories or decisions or not.

Is that THE Alexandria sign? That sign’s been through some shit.

DOG! Daryl kneeling to embrace our Grimes babies has me all up in my feels. And how cute is Dog getting all excited and making sure he’s the first one there to welcome back, Daddy?

Hershel is literally just as puppy dog cute as Glenn ever was. Really some Grade A casting.

What did Maggie call Mr. T? Ducky? Dougie? Sometimes with Maggie? I really cannot tell. Anyway. He’s Mr. T. for me until I find out differently, probably through rewatching with close captioning, lol.

Maggie’s got more people. So. Some new redshirts to sacrifice for plot purposes. I don’t know if I should bother learning their names or not.

I seem to remember Meridian being mentioned in one of the episode synopses.

Sophia’s hair tie around Carol’s neck will never fail to be an emotional throat punch. My heart.

“They come at night and by the time you see them, you’re already dead.” Welp. Guess that means we ain’t seeing shit for at least this first third of the season, lol. Very horror-eque though.

“You’re leaving to fight ghosts.” Aaron, to Maggie. So I see Aaron’s the type to get the hell outta Dodge when the Boogeyman comes calling, hahaha. Least he was. In the old world.

Rosita’s pissed off expression at Gabe’s decision to volunteer for the so-called suicide mission gives me life.

My baby Carol is tired AF of suicide missions. You can tell. Also? Methinks she has something to prove to Daryl here. Or at least feels like she does.

Dog with his little tactical vest. I love it.

I guess I get why they had Carol and Rosita stay behind. They had to more evenly split up the badassery to make things more fair and balanced, lol.

Okay. So Negan’s definitely earned everybody’s disdain. But they’re being woefully short-sighted by not at least hearing the dude out. Isn’t he at least native to the area?

“That is God telling us to turn around.” I’m actually on Negan’s side with this one, but Gabe answering him with “I’m pretty sure he would have run that past me first” has me howling with laughter. Father Gabe has gone straight up savage in these last couple of seasons. Rosita’s influence, perhaps?

I see what Angela is doing. Trying to make Negan the voice of reason. In this particular case? It’s kind of working. I’m still ultimately on Maggie’s side with this though BECAUSE GLENN.

Imagine showing up to work and unironically dressing like a storm trooper every day. Excuse me while I LOL.

Even in the ZA, there’s bullshit paperwork.

“Pumpkin colored spacesuit.” Good one, Ezekiel.

LOL forever. I love Princess.

“Michonne. Our Michonne shut people out of Alexandria for years.” Timely reminder that choices aren’t always perfect. Neither are people.

WTF is reprocessing? Sounds ominous. LMAO at Eugene’s “Okay. We gotta go.”

What in the actual hell with all those bagged, squirming undead? Creepy AF in that subway tunnel.

Should I just go ahead and call that the Easter bunny? We’ve had some version of it pop up since Season 1.

Is it stubborn pride with Maggie or what? Why go through with something when all signs point toward the wisdom of stopping? You can argue that she’s acting similarly to Carol last season, but there’s a huge difference here folks. Carol did her damndest to Lone Wolf that shit and minimize the danger to those she loved. Maggie’s straight up enlisting those she “cares about” to carry out her mission of revenge or vengeance, what have you. Let’s see if she gets near the amount of hate for it. Personally, I don’t blame her for her feelings one bit. They are valid. But her knowingly drawing the others into the game? That’s my sticking point. That’s how she and Carol differ, even if some people refuse to see or accept it. Anyway. Hopping right on off my soapbox.

“Why don’t you get up on your little tippy toes and try?” Omigosh, I’d dying. When I tell you I about passed out with laughter, I do not exaggerate. I should hate Negan forever and I do. Really. But I adore JDM and he frequently makes me LOL. He’s made Negan entertaining if not completely redeemable since Angela took over and more layered so I say kudos.

He has a point about Maggie playing dictator. Damn you, show, for slanting the writing just that smidgen that makes Negan make sense over his victim. I guess, though, it’s better this way. Gives both characters more shades of gray.

“He’s a dick but he makes sense.” I feel like this is Angela calling us all out when we dare to harbor any lasting resentment toward Negan for what he did to Glenn.

Speaking of--Negan. You deserved Daryl’s punch to the mouth. You just went a bridge too damn far.

“Keep pushing me, Negan. Please.” Warning shots fired, Asshole. You better watch yourself around the Widow Rhee.

Have I mentioned how much I love Princess? Her shipping the Commonwealth guards is killing me, lol. I can’t wait ‘til she meets Carol and Daryl. She’s going to have their number in two seconds flat.

I like Ezekiel and Princess as a duo. I’m not saying romantically necessarily. I just like them in scenes together because they’re fun. There’s sort of a protective indulgence Ezekiel seems to telegraph whenever they’re in scenes together. Like he’s like don’t hurt this one. I don’t know. For all these words I’ve written, I can’t quite find the ones to adequately describe what I mean.

The wall of the lost gives me such Battlestar Galactica feels. What sad thoughts it inspires.

Eugene in that Commonwealth gear. Omigosh, lol. So did they just sneak up and take Princess’s little Commonwealth ship’s gear when they were sneaking off on their own to have a quickie?

Princess finding that note for Yumiko on the wall actually gave me chills. Yeah. I’m easy. Just the suggestion of someone getting reunited with lost family gets me all up in my feels. Yumiko saying “I have to stay”? I felt that.

Oh no. Dog ran off! Somebody protect my favorite fictional puppy. Of course, Daryl goes after him. He’s always been the sweet one. Merle said it.

Eh. Negan taking Maggie’s hand at the end there would have smacked too much of Negan Sue and Maggie’s biggest plot of the season would have been prematurely dealt with so I get why they did what they did. But c’mon. It’s not really that big of a cliffhanger, is it?

Okay, so Angela calls those sleeping beauty Walkers “Lurkers” and I get it. Apparently they’re a bigger deal in the comics, but I really don’t remember seeing them all that much on the actual show. Somebody jog my memory.

Of fucking course, you can actually see what’s happening in the inside the episode clips. I wish we could choose to view the episode with that lighting because some of us be blind. And this time I mean in the more literal sense. Not the figurative one.

Anyway. I’m going to stop trying to write a novel for ya’ll and move on to better things. Like maybe a nap. Maybe some early dinner. I don’t know. I’m tired AF and need a little recharge.

Before I go, though? Overall impression of the episode? I liked it. There were parts that I loved (all the ladies being badass, every second of Carol, Daryl reuniting with the Grimes babies and Dog, all things Princess, some of Negan’s one-liners about had me busting a gut, Rosita serving looks, Kelly and Lydia getting to be badass too) and parts I didn’t love (not being able to see a damn thing, Angela trying to tip the scales in Negan’s favor, not enough Carol or Aaron or Rosita, no reunion between Aunt Carol and the Grimes babies even though that picture floating around suggests it was at least shot, not being able to see a damn thing, all the Alexandria people playing follow the leader for Maggie when she’s been gone 6 years and Daryl’s right there--hell, even Father G deserves the honor over her because it’s obvious they’re not exactly on the same wavelength anymore).

I don’t know about anybody else, but I’m just glad to have our show back.

Later, lovelies.

#The Walking Dead #Season 11 #spoilers #TWD spoilers #things that make me smile and cry #and giggle and giggle

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pineappletheatrekid · 3 years

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OOHHHH THIS IS PIEEE

Pls i was like wait who is this

Anyways have this blurry picture of my dog

How are you?

Ahh your dog is so cute! Also I'm doing pretty well, how are you?

#Pineapple is an idiot

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sparklecryptid · 4 years

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Oooh! Good things you say? I finally got the project of turn a friend into anime without his knowledge done and his reaction was LEGENDARY. Also, I got more house plants than I probably need, and my dogs are off being cute somewhere.

OOHHHH thats so cool! and house plants are amazing, i have a green thumb in the way that i cannot kill anything ever unless i actively try which is. interesting? and dogs going off being cute is good! its always good!

#Anonymous

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medusanaut · 3 years

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Live blogging for Reservoir Dogs after like 1 and a half years or something: (IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN DO NOT READ)

Freddy thinks he is acting so damn slick in Uncle Bob’s. He just looks uncomfortable as fuck.

The whole Tobey thing has always bothered me.

Pink is an asshole. TIP YOUR WAITERS! Larry has morals. I dig that he gets pissed at Pink about it and tells him how he’s fucked

GIVE FREDDY HIS DOLLAR BACK!

FREDDY NARCED ON PINK! He told about Pink not tipping.

K Billy’s Super Sounds of the Seventies *announcer voice*

Timmer of the Roth Though. I dig the old style credits. *chefs kiss*

OOHHHH here we go. The boy be whiny in the back seat. Sounds like he is about to get a cock in his ass but... oh wait XD

QUENTIN learn about accurate blood color and amounts. Please for the love of reservoirs. ArE YoU A DoCtOr?!

YOU’RE GONNA BE OKAY SAY THE GODDAMN WORDS!

Busts down the door of a mortuary (it is btw) holding onto a whiney bloody guy and then loosens his belt and talks to him like he’s a baby. This always looks like they are prepping to have sex... if there was no blood that is.

When Orange says he’s scared and asks to be held thoughhhhhh and Larry cradles him. OH MY GOD I just remembered that time I cranked up the volume super loud to figure out what he whispered and it’s nothing great.

The blood is the wrong color! Quinten needs to get schooled about this shit.

A set up??? A set up??? Really?? How... oh wait.

SHIT Tim moves his eyes and looks at Larry and away from him over and over when Pink is ranting about the cops (almost wrote COCKS XD). He’s worried that he knows.

Freddy is whining for Larry when he is left.

Literally there are embalming tools and fluid in that bathroom. Subtle. Very subtle. CAUSE THAT AINT a bathroom that’s the main embalming room of that mortuary.

The way that Larry is trying to explain it makes it seem like he knows the truth but is just covering for Freddy. At the end I wonder if the reason why we get that cry is because Freddy announces it out loud and that’s when he knows he has given up.

The way Pink runs tho... hilarious.

WHEN Pink suggests that Freddy is the rat and Larry looses it... hmmm...

Push that woman man thing to long... how about man man thing?

Larry wants to take him to a hospital. But Larry is so conflicted.

Vic be slick.

((DAMN I’m pissed that I deleted my fan fics and have no record of them)) I thought they said ‘Nice guy Yeti”

Oh gosh... Nash. :_(

He tried to FuCk Me!

What’s scary is that Eddie’s clothing is becoming more and more acceptable now. No one should wear a light blue jacket like that except him. POOORRRRRR NASSSSHHHHH

I GOTCHA doodoo doodoo doo

Larry “No he’s not dead” or at least not yet :_(

All I can think about is that Tim is prolly stuck to the floor right now.

That he started the goddamn chicago fire.. HELL YEAH FROM CHICAGO

I like the hearse that Vic is sitting on. Would drive as a regular human (who may or may not end up going to mortuary school).

Nash is thrashing and it’s so sad.

Vic’s dancing is pure torture in and of its self

What does it say over the arch way? something something head

Hurry up and shoot him Fred. Whatcha waitin’ for.

Every time I hear Stuck in The Middle I think of Grace and Frankie and so now I’m thinking about them being in the film... which ones would they be? Frankie would be White I think and Grace would be Joe...??

Wow... Freddy did overkill.

EWWW I just heard Tim peel himself off the floor

Listen to me Marvin Nash -- wow so formal.

Quentin again with the blood.

Why does the area around Nash’s head get blurry it’s so annoying

Freddy has had enough with Nash’s bullshit. Awwwwwwww he looks like such a geek...

I love Holdaway. He’s a great friend and work pal to Freddy.

The commode story. I forgot about that!

Freddy’s apartment is great. Really great. Larry please help him with this shit.

Larry is so blink-y in the bar... is he batting his eyelashes at Freddy? Also he wants to now more. He’s enamored with this guy. He’s practically got heart eyes.

EWWWW air blowers.. Those are nasty nasty nasty! and so fucking loud

For a second I thought Freddy’s phone was a taser. He’ll be right down... hmmmmmm hmmmm hmmmm hmmm.... oh and fool for love playing which isn’t a song from the 70s... someone named Larry has been in that apartment.

Is Freddy actually religious? Cause IDK I never headcanon him as being religious, but there’s a cross on the wall. Oh the bullshit ring and the mirror lecture. You’re super cool.

Gets in the car with Eddie, Pink, and Larry and Hooked on a Feeling starts.

Larry can we not use that word. It ain’t fucking cool or right. You know better.

Larry practicing with Freddy is so cute aww the whole sitting on my ass comment and then Larry laughs like ‘you’re ridiculous’. Let’s get a taco.

((Stopping for the night. Will resume tomorrow?))

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goodnightmemes · 5 years

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JENNA MARBLES SENTENCE STARTERS

Quotes taken from Jenna Marbles videos posted between January 2019 - May 2019

❛ CAN I GET A HELL YEAH?! ❜

❛ It's easier to talk if I have some background music. ❜

❛ I just want to walk into a room and be That Bitch. ❜

❛ No, no, no, no, no. You put that sentence back in your mouth! ❜

❛ Bitch, I look like Pauly D! ❜

❛ Would you like to play a game of pick up basketball, where I will most for sure dunk on you? ❜

❛ I have art fear. ❜

❛ I take back all of my confidence. ❜

❛ I was going to say that I don't hate it, but you know what? I fucking hate it. ❜

❛ That is so nasty. ❜

❛ There are two ways that you can go through life: one, you can just sit back and enjoy the ride, or two, you can scream the entire time. ❜

❛ It's okay, sometimes I feel like screaming my way through life too. ❜

❛ I feel like everyone just wants to watch me fail. ❜

❛ Alright, I guess I'm just gonna sit here and space out for a while. ❜

❛ I might just fuck around and get some sun damage. ❜

❛ Y'all bitches are trying to fucking troll me. ❜

❛ I love it, but this is stupid. ❜

❛ Don't. Don't. Whatever you're doing – don't. ❜

❛ You're embarrassing me in front of the beautiful people. ❜

❛ I mean, I only fucked up like seven times. ❜

❛ Hey, maybe chill? ❜

❛ You really just went for it, didn't ya, bud? ❜

❛ What a dysfunctional squad. ❜

❛ Mine. Mine also. Mine also. ❜

❛ Your protest has been heard. ❜

❛ Come get y'alls shit. ❜

❛ What's happening to him? Is he buffering? ❜

❛ Dear God. It's me. Ya girl/boy, [name]. ❜

❛ As horrid and terrible and awful as it is, it kind of fucking rules, and I kind of want it. ❜

❛ I have two pairs of jeans, and I resent them both for being uncomfortable. ❜

❛ This is like the weirdest murder scene ever. ❜

❛ I'm getting dumber from doing this. ❜

❛ Well, here's our semi completed circle of hell. ❜

❛ It's ugly, it's stupid, it's infuriating. It makes me so angry. That's why it belongs in my house. ❜

❛ Welcome to a journey of mediocrity. ❜

❛ You can eat anything you want. It's just a matter of whether you want to die from poison or not. ❜

❛ If you eat this, it's just like Darwinism at its finest. ❜

❛ Are you okay physically, but also like, in general? ❜

❛ I know I already fucked up, but like, I also don't care. ❜

❛ I got accused of running a rain forest cafe in my house. ❜

❛ I want a tree in my house! ❜

❛ I don't know why any of these succulents are alive. ❜

❛ Sometimes I go on instagram and I just start to feel real bad about myself. ❜

❛ I look like I'm cosplaying as Jesus. ❜

❛ Is my face the problem? ❜

❛ That's a hairstyle that just screams 'I'm a basketball'. ❜

❛ Bounce me, mommy. ❜

❛ Are you telling me I'm never going to be a wig braider for Daenerys? ❜

❛ Honestly sometimes it's like speaking to a goldfish. ❜

❛ I'm here. There's food. Turn on the cute. ❜

❛ You're lying, and I'm recording the whole lie. ❜

❛ Oohhhh! Rosanna Pansino! Please help my cakes come out okay! ❜

❛ Thank you, lord and savior Rosana Pansino. ❜

❛ I do what I do, and you do what you can do about it. ❜

❛ You know, sometimes you don't have to do it to 'em. ❜

❛ How about we put our hips together, and you use your left hand and I'll use my right, and we floss as one? ❜

❛ Sometimes I read wikipedia and I don't really know what going on. ❜

❛ The Easter bilby gets a knife, and murders children! ❜

❛ Although you're very cute, that was sooo much. ❜

❛ I go to place where food was before. Maybe food spawn again. ❜

❛ I'm like so mad but also like so impressed with you! ❜

❛ Oh here he comes! Seabiscuit himself! ❜

❛ We're going on a long, long life journey together. ❜

❛ Maybe they'll cry at each other and create a dimension and then both go into it. ❜

❛ Welcome to week two of no self care whatsoever. ❜

❛ I left for ONE week. ❜

❛ Oh, what's that smell? It's bullshit. ❜

❛ Sometimes trying to open your tiny mind is exhausting. ❜

❛ Me and my dog are here to find your bullshit. ❜

❛ How do I delete a clip while I'm filming it? ❜

❛ Now no one can eat that cause it's covered in your feral. ❜

❛ Go unconscious again. Go to your happy place. ❜

❛ Mouth is hungry! ❜

❛ Papa, I'm so starving. I haven't eaten in 84 years. Papa, please feed me chip. ❜

❛ For me? I can has? I can has chip? ❜

❛ Oh my god! Is that ramen? Thank you ramen god! ❜

❛ I would never bite the hand that feeds me. ❜

❛ Yum yum. Whatchu got for me? ❜

❛ Good morning motherfuckers! ❜

❛ Nooo! Now I have to live with my reality! ❜

❛ Now I have to actually face the fact that I sat down and spent time doing this. ❜

❛ We playing nothing but Usher. All Usher, all the time. ❜

#rp meme #sentence starters #ask meme #askbox meme #sentence meme #jenna marbles #*mine #*youtube #i just wanted to do one with recent videos #and it got out of hand #my too much gene kicked in

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arthur-his-hat · 5 years

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(u can do this for whoever u want!) so in a modern au, like a hs/college au, how would they feel about PDA, what kinda dates do they like, how protective are they over their s/o, etc.?

oohhhh that’s interesting heh. for this i’m gonna do marybeth (bc no one has been requesting her and i miss her) arthur, and dutch

marybeth

she majors in literature in college

she’s just such a soft girl

her aesthetic consists of high waisted light colored shorts, belts, pastel shirts/sweaters, and adidas :,)))

she’s not the most protective gal in the world but the reason she isn’t is bc she’s never liked the thought of hovering over you

she trusts you fully, and she knows if there were a problem you’d come to her !

as far as PDA goes, she has absolutely nothing against it

she wouldn’t go further than a peck on the lips in public though

she has to hold your hand when you’re walking somewhere though

she loves to lay her head on ur shoulder and him to u

and dates !!!!

she absolutely loves sitting on the roof of your/her car and watching the stars at night

she thinks it’s so pretty

but also she loves cuddling and watching movies she’s just a cute gentle soul

arthur

arthur got into college free on a baseball scholarship

he’s rlly rlly good

he pitches, he catches, he does pretty much everything

but as far as his major goes? he’s an artist

he wears levi’s jeans that huh his thighs a little too nicely, shirts that caress his biceps lovingly (usually a nice soft shade of red or yellow, he loves how those look on him) always wearing a belt, he rolls his jeans at the bottom bc he’s bisexual and almost always wears timberlands

he’s decently protective not gonna lie

he likes to hook an arm around your waist when you’re walking around campus to his baseball games

ALSO FRICK DOES HE LOOK GOOD IM THOSE TIGHT BASEBALL PANTS

sorry just thought ab that okay going on

he’s not a touchy boy when it comes to PDA but like i said he likes to have a hand on your waist or a hand holding urs

STEAL HIS BASEBALL JERSEY SORRY

he loves to go find hole in the wall places for dates

trashy pizza (the good kinda trashy where everything falls off it)

dutch

dutch majors in speaking and writing

he’s rlly ducking good at it he could talk a dog off a meat truck

his professors tell him he should be a lawyer as snide and sharp as he is

he wears fancy pants every day and a white collared shirt

usually goes for suspenders but sometimes he wears a belt

never a vest though. he hates those (modern dutch so would) (unless it’s like a super expensive fancy vest)

also always wears shiny black shoes

he’s very protective

like he is border line controlling and possessive

it’s not exactly healthy ??? but some people are into that me which is totally cool

he likes to have a hand on you everywhere and honestly it isn’t rare for him to pull u into a dark corner in a room and fuck the daylights out of you

he’s done that many times over

he is absolutely not afraid to show affection in public

you’re his S\O, why should he show away from broadcasting to the world that you’re his ????

and for dates !!!!!

he takes u to expensive places (i like to think his family is rich and frick)

i’m talking top dollar food

where they send stuff in as courses ? like you start with soup then they bring in something small then the main course then something small again then dessert

yeah that shit

he’s an asshole but i love him

#mary beth gaskill #mary beth gaskill/reader #mary beth gaskill x reader #dutch van der linde/reader #dutch van der linde #dutch van der linde x reader #arthur morgan #arthur morgan/reader #arthur morgan x reader #rdr #rdr2 #rdr2/reader #rdr/reader #rdr x reader #rdr2 x reader

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lilyhoshikawa · 4 years

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janey! i was wondering, if the p5 and p3 casts were to meet up, who do u think futaba would enjoy spending time around? like what sort of bonds would she form with which different members of Sees?

Oohhhh

She wouldn’t get along with Akihiko at all, bc he’s too loud and between his tough-guy personality, his technology illiteracy, and the fact that he literally can’t talk to girls it would definitely end in disaster

She’d bond with Junpei over video games. They play a competitive game together and Junpei is shocked when she kicks his ass, then she teaches him how to maximize his character and play well

I headcanon that she’s kind of nervous around dogs but Koromaru is so friendly she’d come to really love him and spend some time at the SEES dorm lobby just playing video games with Koromaru and Morgana hanging around the couch by her

If Shinji is around in this timeline they’d get along incredibly well. Futaba infodumps abt her special interests to him while he cooks and he just quietly listens aside from the occasional “mmhmm” to show he’s listening, and then they eat together and he makes sure she’s god bc he thinks she’s too thin and doesn’t eat enough (he’s right)

She keeps stealing tech from Mitsuru which annoyed her at first but she came to find it endearing, and got to the stage where when she gets back from her work with the Kirijo Group she always brings back some new piece of tech for Futaba to play around with. They don’t talk much but Mitsuru probably takes an interest in her as a test subject or even challenges her to hack into the Kirijo Group’s servers to see how secure they are. When they fail to stop her Futaba goes “oh don’t feel bad, they’re still pretty solid. No common thief is gonna be able to pull of what the original Medjid is capable of.”

Yukari starts taking her out places to try and socialize her, goes clothes shopping with her, brings her to her favorite coffee shop, takes her music shopping and goes and sees movies with her, and encourages her bc she really respects Futaba’s unique fashion sense and personality and thinks she’s really cute and charming. As an elder trans wlw she also gives her dating advice dhjddb

Minato and Futaba barely speak to one another out loud but they get along extremely well, as two autistic and severely depressed kids who have struggled with suicidal thoughts. They’ll go outside at night and just sit in the park on their phones together, not saying anything but appreciating each other’s company. When Futaba gets paranoid thoughts or fears, Minato ensures he’ll protect her and helps calm her down, and then they go back to their quiet chill time

She also bonds with Ken over similar mother related traumas and situations, and they talk about tech stuff together since Ken has a growing interest in that sort of thing. They have a lot of quiet chats over a meal together and while they get along, they don’t really know how to act or talk to one another when they’re alone, but share a mutual respect and want to take care of each other however they can

She finds Aigis INCREDIBLY fascinating and spends a ton of time just asking her abt how she works, and just watching her behavior and being curious about it. She’s tempted to try and tinker with her systems and such but Minato reminds her that Aigis is an intelligent being and shouldn’t be messed with carelessly. Futaba knows this, she just gets excited over the ideas

She and Fuuka realize they’re incredibly similar and have very similar interests and are similarly shy but in very different ways! They spend some time warming up to each other which takes some time but once they get to know each other they get along very well! They’ll chill out in Fuuka’s room just listening to music and talking or playing games or texting each other or other such things, and both of them like to infodump to one another so they take turns doing that

#shjdbfjd thats a lot but it was fun to write #long post #rambles #a missing ache

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What You Mean to Me Ch 9

A/N: Hey all you lovely people! Ok so I have a bit of good news and bad news for you guys. The bad news is, I start my college classes again on Monday so I won’t have as much time for writing like I have been. Plus, I’ll be working at the college I go to so I’ll be pretty busy.

The good news is this is my last semester which means I will be graduating in December! Then I plan on taking the rest of the year off and going to the University of Georgia as soon as I can next year to study film so I can become a director!

I’m sorry you all had to wait a while for this chapter. At first writer’s block got to me and then, as soon as I almost finished the chapter, the cable people turned our internet off because we didn’t pay the bill.

But enough of my rambling. I really hope this chapter was worth the wait! You guys are just too too awesome and I love you for it!

Stay excellent, breathtaking, and be excellent to each other.

Love you guys!

-Deidra

In River’s car, Emily was sitting in the backseat next to her brother texting Bill:

Emily slipped her phone back in her pocket just as Murray pulled the car to a stop in front of Ted’s house.

The car barely got to a stop when Barry unbuckled his seat belt and opened the passenger side door.

“Time for me to give that little bastard a piece of my mind”, he growled, clutching the knife handle tight.

“Wait a minute you guys- “Emily started but she knew it was no use as she watched Deidra’s dad ring the doorbell.

The only hope she had left was that Ted’s father, a police officer, would step in and help her.

A few moments later, Ted’s dad came to the door.

“Hi”, he said, folding his arms across his chest. “Can I help you?”

“Yeah…yeah you can help us!” Murray snapped.

“You can tell us where your bastard of a son is- “

“Whoa, whoa, whoa”, Mr. Logan interrupted. “I think you need to watch what you say about my kids. In this house, they’re both innocent until proven guilty.”

Mr. Logan paused, thinking about his words.

“Except maybe Ted”, he considered slowly. “That boy’s almost always doing something.”

“Well, did he mention he got my teenage daughter pregnant?” Murray asked.

Mr. Logan’s eyes went wide as he turned his head to look over his shoulder.

“TED!” he called up the stairs with anger in his voice. “GET DOWN HERE!”

A minute later, the sound of Ted’s footsteps could be heard before he hurried down the stairs, stopping dead in his tracks at the sight of all the angry faces in front of him.

Meanwhile upstairs, Ted’s little brother Deacon was in his room, talking on the phone with one of his friends.

The little boy’s eyes went slightly wide at the sound of his dad’s angry voice, cutting into a conversation the boys were having about trading cards, but Deacon didn’t seem to care as a smirk spread across his face.

“Hold on a sec, dude”, Deacon said to his friend. “My brother’s done something again and it sounds huge this time! I’ve never heard my dad this mad before!”

Deacon held the phone to his chest as he carefully eased himself out of his bedroom and into the hallway, peeking into the living room over the stair railing.

“What’s up, Dad?” Ted asked his father, a goofy grin on his face although he was a nervous wreck on the inside.

“You know damn well what’s up!” Barry yelled angrily. “You got my twin sister pregnant!!”

The look of anger Mr. Logan had on his face remained there as he made eye contact with his oldest son.

“Ted is this true?” he asked, in a firm yet demanding voice.

Ted knew this was no time to mess with his dad’s head like he always did.

Besides, he thought, why would I lie? I feel bad enough.

“Yes”, Ted answered quietly, not making eye contact with anyone. “Yeah it’s true, dad.”

“Why you little…BASTARD!” Murray screamed out in utter rage, starting to lunge at Ted.

Murray was followed by River and Barry not too far behind but the three were held back by Emily and Mr. Logan.

Eyes wide, Deacon covered his free mouth with his hand, yelling of all kinds being heard from downstairs as the little boy quickly and quietly made his way back to his bedroom.

“Wait!” came Ted’s nervous voice from downstairs, the sound faint through Deacon’s closed bedroom door. “Don’t I get to tell my side of the story?”

“Your side of the story!?” Murray demanded. “What kind of side do you have to tell?!”

Deacon couldn’t understand much more of what was said due to the sound of different voices yelling over each other.

“Dude!” Deacon gasped into the phone. “You’re not gonna believe this!”

“Whoa!” Deacon’s friend Peter gasped, eyes growing wide. “No way!”

From out in the hall, Peter’s older sister Stephanie had just come out the bathroom after a shower with only a towel wrapped around her slim body and hair, heading towards her bedroom when she heard a bit of her little brother’s conversation.

“Your brother got a girl pregnant?!” Peter repeated.

That immediately sparked Stephanie’s interest, causing her to carefully press her ear against the large Toy Story poster on her little brother’s bedroom door.

Stephanie was best friends with Tiffany, the most popular girl at San Dimas High thus making Stephanie ‘Vice President’ of the school according to her clique of friends.

This meant that anything Stephanie said was to be considered law if given approval by Tiffany.

Stephanie loved being in her best friend’s good graces and she knew this little piece of information would make her ecstatic.

Keeping that bit of information in mind, Stephanie listened to the rest of her brother’s conversation, smiling widely as soon as he hung up the phone.

Peter was sitting on his carpeted bedroom floor when Stephanie opened his bedroom door, now dressed in one of her pajama sets with a sweet smile on her face.

“Hey, Petey”, she said, her voice as sweet as honey. “Whatcha doin’?”

“Watching the Super Mario Brothers Super Show”, Peter replied, not taking his eyes off his small tv.

Stephanie nodded her head and sat down on the edge of her brother’s bed.

“Cool”, she replied, although she couldn’t care less about what her little brother was doing.

Stephanie folded one of her legs over the other, waiting for the show her brother was watching to go to commercial before saying “So Petey...who was that on the phone, sweetie?”

“Deacon”, Peter replied, turning around so he was looking at his sister.

The name perked Stephanie’s interest even more, the smile on her face getting bigger.

“Deacon?” she asked. “Deacon Logan?”

Peter nodded his head, a cute smile on his face.

“Yeah”, he answered. “Why?”

“He has an older brother named Ted, right?” Stephanie asked, feeling like a snake in the grass.

Peter’s smile faded a little, suspicion rushing over him.

“Y-Yes”, the boy said slowly.

Stephanie leaned back a little, trying to control her excitement.

“And did Deacon say Ted got a girl pregnant?” Stephanie asked, her excited smile now a normal frown.

Peter furrowed his eyebrows a little, sensing even more that something strange was going on.

“Hey”, the little boy said slowly, “why do you wanna know anyway? And besides, I don’t think Deacon would want me to tell you.”

Stephanie grinned as she slowly stood up and crossed her arms behind her back, slowly pacing her brother’s room.

She knew how to get him to talk.

“Ohhhkay”, the teenage girl said slowly, looking up at the ceiling then back at Peter’s determined look, his arms folded across his chest, and his lips formed in a cute little pout. “I guess I’ll just have to give that…big, delicious bag of red licorice I have in the kitchen to someone else.”

At the word ‘licorice’, Peter’s eyes grew wide, a big smile forming on his face.

“Licorice?” Peter asked, eyes shining as he started to drool just thinking of his favorite candy.

“Mmhmm”, Stephanie hummed, eyes narrowed. “One of those giant Halloween sized bags.”

She leaned down until she her face was near her little brother’s.

“All for you, sweetheart”, Stephanie cooed, kissing Peter’s cheek before leaning back up again.

“IF!” the teenage girl added so suddenly Peter jumped out of his skin. “You tell me the name of the girl Ted Logan got pregnant.”

Sweat started forming on Peter’s forehead as he clasped his hands together, unsure of what to do.

He loved licorice a lot, but he didn’t want to break his best friend’s trust either.

Stephanie narrowed her eyes and smirked, watching as her little brother squirmed in his seat, listening as whimpering noises came from him.

“Well, while you’re deciding”, she told him, “I’ll be right back.”

Stephanie giggled to herself as she walked down the stairs and into the kitchen, grabbing the extra-large bag of red licorice from the cabinet.

Opening it as she climbed the stairs again, Stephanie mischievously laughed as she took a piece of licorice out of the bag, putting an end of it in her mouth.

She had Peter right where she wanted him.

Peter forgot all about the Super Mario Brothers Super Show the second he layed eyes on the big bag of licorice Stephanie had in her hands when she came back in his room.

His sister couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of how big her brother’s eyes were getting as he stuck his tongue out like an excited puppy dog.

“Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie!” Peter cried excitedly as he scrambled to his feet.

“Ah-ah-ah”, Stephanie tisked as she held the bag out of Peter’s reach, her eyes narrowed again as she lowered her face to his. “The information first then the candy.”

“Oh….oohhhh!” Peter whined, looking back and forth between his sister and the bag of candy.

Finally, Peter couldn’t take it anymore.

“Her name’s Deidra Goldberg!” he exclaimed; eyes now solely focused on the candy.

A sinister smirk on her lips, Stephanie dropped the bag where she stood before picking up the phone from her brother’s floor.

“Pleasure doing business with you, squirt”, Stephanie told her little brother from the doorway of his bedroom.

“Ooh this is gonna be sweet!” she mumbled mischievously to herself as she went back to her room, punching in Tiffany’s phone number.

“Not as sweet as this licorice”, Peter said after he dumped the whole bag on his floor, scooping some of it up in his arms.

“It’s mine!” Peter cried mischievously as well, laughing to himself. “Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine!”

Back at the Logan’s, Deacon was back watching the madness downstairs from the upstairs hall, gripping the stair rails in his hands as he enjoyed the sight before him.

The madness in the living room was only stopped at a halt when the knife Barry was holding slashed across Mr. Logan’s arm, the police officer preventing his son from being stabbed in the chest.

Everyone froze in their place as they watched Mr. Logan grit his teeth together to keep from screaming out in pain before grabbing Barry’s wrists and jerking them behind his back, slamming the teenager onto the floor.

“H-Hey!” Murray cried. “What do you think you’re doing to my son!?”

Everyone in the room’s eyes went as big as plates at the sight of the San Dimas police badge Mr. Logan quickly pulled out from the belt of his jeans, knowing their reign of terror on Ted was over.

It was so quiet in that house you could hear a pen drop.

Mr. Logan then pulled out a pair of shiny handcuffs from the very back of his jeans.

“You’re under arrest for the assaulting a police officer!” Mr. Logan cried as he snapped the handcuffs on Barry’s wrists, before pulling the teenager to his feet. “Anything you say can and will be held against you in a court of law…”

Mr. Logan continued reading Barry his rights as he led him outside where his officer car sat in the driveway, everyone else following him.

“This is ridiculous!” Murray cried as he watched his son get placed in the back of the cop car. “He was only defending his sister-“

“But he also assaulted an officer of the law”, Mr. Logan pointed out to Deidra’s father quickly, trying to keep his cool.

His voice still sounding firm with a touch of anger.

“Yeah!” Ted cried happily, a wide smile on his face. “You tell him Dad!”

Mr. Logan snapped his head up at his son as quick as lightning, a look of fury on his face.

“I’ll deal with you later!” Ted’s father told him lividly. “What in the hell were you thinking, Ted?!”

Ted’s cheery smile faded into a nervous frown as he played with his hands.

“I don’t know, Dad!” he admitted. “She-“

He paused slightly.

“She told me she loved me”, Ted continued quietly, “a-and I guess it just happened.”

“Lov- “Mr. Logan cut himself off as he turned away from his son, taking a deep breath. “Son, you’re seventeen years old! You don’t know what love is!”

“Instead of teaching him what love is”, Murray retorted. “You need to teach him how to keep his thing in his pants!”

River, Adam, and Emily’s eyes went as big as plates, their mouths forming a small ‘o’ shape and eyebrows raised at Deidra’s dad’s remark.

“Well, maybe you outta keep that little whore of yours on a leash!” Mr. Logan snapped back.

“Dad!” Ted exclaimed angrily, feeling his blood boil.

Murray felt his own blood boiling, his heart pounding in his chest, teeth gritted so tight in anger he thought they would break.

Sure, he might have called Deidra a whore earlier, but he regretted it the second the word left his lips.

Now someone else was doing it?!

Murray ran towards the officer, wrapping his hands tightly around Mr. Logan’s throat, both men falling to the ground.

Mr. Logan struggled against the bigger man’s hold, struggling to retrieve something out of his belt holder.

Finally, Ted’s father found was he was looking for, using pepper spray in Murray’s eyes, causing the man to cry out in pain and release his hold.

Still crying out in pain, Murray rolled around on the grass, both hands covering his burnt eyes until he felt someone jerk his wrists behind his back one at a time before yanking him to his feet.

Mr. Goldberg barely knew what was happening his eyes were burning so bad as Mr. Logan read him his rights before shoving him in his police car beside Barry.

Mr. Logan opened the driver’s side door and started to get in, only to stop and give Ted a look.

“You and I are gonna talk when I get back”, he informed his older son before getting in the driver’s seat and heading down the driveway.

Once Mr. Logan’s patrol car had been out of sight for a few moments, Ted ran a hand through his hair and let out a loud sigh, no one knowing what to do or say.

Finally, River turned and looked at his sister. “Why don’t you take Adam home?” he suggested. “I’m going to stay for a little bit and talk to Ted.”

Emily smiled, glad to see her brother had calmed down a little and was now using his head.

River smiled back as his little sister gave him a hug before kissing his cheek and leading Adam to River’s car.

When his sister was gone, River led Ted in the house, Ted sitting on the couch with a hand to his forehead.

“Hey, you mind if I get some water or something?” River asked as he walked into the kitchen.

“Go ahead, Dude”, Ted replied. “In fact, could you bring me some too…and some Advil?”

River nodded, getting two glasses out of the cabinet.

River walked back in the living room a few minutes later, handing Ted a glass of water and a couple Advil’s before sitting down in the lounge chair across from him.

Ted downed the Advil and a couple drinks of his water almost instantly.

“You ok?” River asked as he watched the teen in front of him.

“Dude, do I look okay to you?” Ted snapped, setting his glass on the table between them.

River slightly shrugged.

“I mean, I just got damn near stabbed by the brother of the girl I love, and I don’t even know why!” Ted continued

River’s eyes slowly widened, his anger boiling inside him again.

“You don’t even know why?” River repeated. “You don’t even know why?!”

“Yeah I don’t know!” Ted shot back although he knew exactly why.

River let out a loud, frustrated sigh, facepalming himself before looking back up at Ted.

“Could it be”, River slowly said, trying to control his anger, “that the reason you almost got stabbed is because Deidra told her family you got her pregnant…or the fact that you denied your own child?”

River’s voice got a little louder with each passing word and by now, Ted’s eyes were wide, his face slightly pale.

Breathing heavily, River reached for his glass over water, taking a long drink before putting it back on the table in front of him.

‘Just keep calm’, River thought to himself. ‘Remain calm.’

“Or could it possibly be”, the teen continued as he got to his feet, beginning to pace around Ted’s living room, “that maybe just maybe you rejected everything she confessed to you-“

“Hey, hey, hey, hey!” Ted cried out interrupting River, his voice defensive. “Hold on a sec, dude! How do you know what Deidra told me? She could have told me anything for all you know!”

River stopped pacing only long enough to make eye contact with Ted for a moment or two, his big brother instinct over Deidra taking over again.

“I heard Emily on the phone with Deidra earlier tonight”, River informed Ted in a low, frustrated voice. “It’s not like she called me right after she got home.”

“Well”, Ted said after taking a deep sigh, “she could have told Emily anything. I mean-“

“DUDE!” River yelled, fire in his eyes, his heart filled and pounding with fury. “SHE DIDN’T LIE! OKAY? SHE TOLD EMILY EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENED!”

River took several shaking deep breaths before sitting down beside Ted on the couch to calm down a little.

“And you know that, don’t you?” River finally asked softly, his voice a bit hoarse from yelling.

Ted said nothing as he looked into River’s blue eyes before hanging his head and nodding.

River sighed again, starting to feel a bit of sympathy for Ted.

He didn’t need words to know that Ted was scared.

“The thing is, Ted”, River said softly as he sat beside the other teen on the couch, running a hand through his hair, “is that Deidra loves and cares about you…and yes, as hard as it is to say, she’s pregnant with your baby.”

Ted slowly looked up and made eye contact with River again.

“She told me she loved me”, Ted admitted in a quiet voice as he thought back to the night of Bill’s party.

He pursed his lips together before continuing.

“But I didn’t say it back.”

River could have sworn he saw tears well up in Ted’s dark brown eyes.

“So instead…we slept together. An-“ Ted quickly wiped the tears from his eyes with the back of his hand. “And when she told me she was pregnant…God she looked so scared.”

“When she told me”, he went on. “It was like all of my biggest fears in life rolled into one and just hit me like a ton of bricks.”

He let his tears fall freely now.

“And what did I do?” he cried. “Instead of taking her and holding her, comforting her, t-telling her it’ll be ok and making her feel better-“

Ted cut himself off, rubbing his eyes with his hand.

“I make her feel worse”, he finally continued through his tears. “My fear spoke for me and I-I…”

“I told her things I didn’t mean!” Ted cried out through a sob, his hand shielding his face, head slightly down, and his eyes closed. “I even told her we were nothing when I want us to be something!”

All River could do was sit beside Ted and listen, his handsome face softening with understanding.

Ted slightly jumped when River leaned over and wrapped a comforting arm around his shoulder.

“Go tell her, Ted”, River advised softly, gently rubbing his friend’s shoulder to comfort him. “Tell her how you really feel.”

“I can’t”, Ted said softly in a tearful voice. “She won’t listen to me.”

Ted slowly leaned his pounding head up and made eye contact with River.

As if communicating through eye contact, River slowly shook his head.

“Sorry, man”, he said. “It won’t mean near as much coming from me. You have to be the one to tell her.”

“She probably hates me”, Ted admitted, wiping his eyes with the few tissues River had given him. “She probably wants nothing to do with me.”

“She’s just really hurt right now”, River told him. “Give her time she’ll come around.”

Meanwhile back at the Goldberg’s, Deidra, Beverly, and Lainey were sitting around the living room coffee table playing a game of Clue when the door opened and Adam walked in, getting the girls’ attention.

“Oh, man!” Adam cried, eyes wide and a smile on his face as he walked in the living room and sat down on the couch. “You missed it! It was insane!”

“Where’s your father and Barry?” Beverly asked.

“Is Ted okay?” Deidra asked wanted to know, her stomach feeling uneasy at the thought of something happening to him.

“Yeah, he’s fine”, Adam told her, “but that’s the awesome part! Ok, so-“

“Oh, good!” Deidra sighed, feeling her body relax as she sat back on the throw pillow she was sitting on.

“What about Barry and your dad?” Lainey spoke up.

“I was getting to that”, Adam said, still trying to catch his breath. “So-“

“Adam!” Beverly cried. “Tell us please!”

“Okay, okay!” Adam replied. “Dad and Barry got arrested for assaulting Mr. Logan!”

“What?!” Deidra, Lainey and Beverly cried before scrambling to their feet.

“What do you mean they got arrested?” Beverly asked. “What happened?”

Adam sighed and opened his mouth to explain when Deidra spoke up.

“You guys better get down to the police station”, she said.

Lainey nodded and hurried outside after giving Deidra a quick hug, Beverly doing the same before following Lainey outside, the door shutting behind them.

From inside, Deidra and Adam sat in silence as they listened to Murray’s car start up then pull away from the driveway.

Adam sighed with frustration as he got down on the floor, sitting across from his sister.

“So”, he said, “should I be Mrs. White or Cornel Mustard?”

“I can’t believe Dad and Barry have to stay in jail overnight”, Adam said as he sat in the Gynecologist’s office the next morning with his mother and sister, Beverly flipping through a 5-year-old magazine.

“Well, they did attack a police officer”, Deidra spoke up. “What’d you expect?”

Adam shrugged as more silence filled the room.

Deidra looked up from her lap and saw several other people sitting in the waiting room only the women who were pregnant looked a lot older than her.

She was careful not to make eye contact with anyone as she already got enough looks when she walked in the door.

“I’m scared”, she admitted softly, gripping the armrest of her chair tightly.

Beverly closed the magazine she was reading and took her daughter’s hand, giving her a smile.

“Don’t be, Shmoopy”, she replied quietly. “We’re all here for you.”

“But Dad said he was going to throw me out if-“Deidra started but her mom cut her off.

“You leave your father to me”, Beverly told her, causing a small smile to form on Deidra’s lips. “I’ll talk to him.”

“I love you, Mama”, she told her mother softly, Beverly hugging her.

“I love you too’, Beverly softly said in her ear.

“Deidra Goldberg?” a nurse called from the doorway of the examination area.

Deidra felt her heart pounding again, knowing all eyes were on her as pulled away from her mother’s embrace and stood up.

‘I wish Ted was here’, she thought to herself as she followed the nurse to the back.

Deidra laid back against the bed, the room dark with an ultrasound machine beside her bed.

She had to flinch a little at the bright light from the hallway as a doctor carrying a clipboard walked in the room.

“Hi”, the doctor who looked to be in her mid-20’s greeted Deidra with a kind, warm smile that made the teen feel a little better. “I’m Dr. Green. How are you today, Deidra?”

“Nervous”, Deidra admitted as the doctor sat down on the stool beside the bed.

“Don’t be”, Dr. Green told her softly as she took the teen’s pulse. “Everything’s going to be just fine.”

She released her wrist and started going over her clipboard.

“So, it says here you took a home pregnancy test and it came up positive, is that right?” the doctor asked.

Deidra nodded.

“Yes, ma’am”, she said softly.

Dr. Green gave her another kind smile.

“Well”, she said, “let’s just take a look, shall we? Can you lift your shirt just a little please, sweetie?”

Deidra nodded and lifted her aqua blue tank top slightly to reveal her stomach.

“This might be a little cold”, Dr. Green warned before lightly squirting a mint-blue gel onto the teen’s stomach.

A moment later, the dark room was lit up by the light coming from the ultrasound screen as Dr. Green moved the ultrasound wand over Deidra’s stomach, a loud, fast-paced beating sound filling the room as well.

Dr. Green nodded to herself, her own suspicions confirmed.

“There’s your baby”, Dr. Green told Deidra softly, a small smile spreading over her face as she pointed out a little shape on the screen.

Deidra felt her heart skip at beat as she laid eyes on the little figure on the screen, tears filling her eyes.

“Wow!” she whispered.

As she continued to look at the figure on the screen beside her, Deidra started to feel something she had never felt before…she felt the need to protect this little baby inside her at any cost, her heart filling with a love she had never known before.

“I would say you are 9 weeks along”, the doctor told her as she moved the wand a little more before pressing a couple buttons on the ultrasound machine, breaking into Deidra’s thoughts. “Which would make you two months pregnant.”

At that piece of information, Deidra immediately thought back to where she was a couple months ago.

She thought of how sick she felt and how good Ted’s gentle, loving touch felt to her as well as how it felt when he kissed her after she had confessed her love to him.

He didn’t need to say he loved her back…his kiss said it all.

The thoughts after the kiss were all just blissful blurs as Deidra wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, only for another fresh set of tears to sting her eyes.

It was later that night and the San Dimes Jail’s holding cells were quiet for once.

Well, almost quiet.

“Cut that out, ya moron!” Murray cried out in frustration from the jail cell he was sharing with his oldest son.

Barry opened his eyes and slowly took the harmonica he was playing away from his lips.

“Aw, come on Dad!” the teen said with a goofy smile. “I’ve always wanted to play a harmonica in a jail cell!”

And with that, he started playing again, causing his dad to sigh in frustration.

“Where’d you find that anyway?” Murray asked his son.

“Siting here on this bench”, Barry said with a shrug as if it were obvious.

A look of disgust and bewilderment came over Murray’s face before he slowly scooted away from his son, an awkward silence filling the air.

“Goldberg!” an officer called as he walked up the hallway towards their cell.

At the sound of their last name being called, Murray and Barry jumped to their feet, hurrying towards the holding cell’s bars, griping them in their hands.

“You’re both free to go”, the officer told them as he slid the key to their holding cell into the lock, turning it.

The cell door eased open like a charm, the officer gently pushing it to the right.

“Someone post your bail.”

“Yes!” Barry cried happily, slamming his fists in the air. “Let’s get out of-“

Barry’s smile slowly faded at the sight of his mother walking up the hall.

“Mom?” Barry asked in confusion.

Beverly nodded, giving her husband and son a smile.

Barry gave her a small smile back as he and his dad followed out of the jailhouse in silence.

“So, Mom”, Barry spoke up, breaking the silence. “I-Is she…”

All three of them stopped walking and Beverly looked at her oldest son.

Saying nothing, she reached in her purse and handed him a copy of the ultrasound picture.

For a moment, Barry and Murray said nothing; they just looked at the picture in awe.

“Wow!” Barry finally gasped. “That’s inside of Deidra right now?”

Beverly nodded, tears threatening to fill her eyes again as she thought back to earlier in the day when Deidra had come back out into the waiting room, her face stained with tears.

It was right then that Beverly knew the truth and as much as it broke her heart, the news warmed it all at the same time.

At the sight of a photograph her first grandchild, all of Beverly’s anger and disappointment towards her younger daughter vanished and her motherly instinct began to take an even bigger hold.

After watching Barry hand Beverly the picture back, Murray said nothing as he turned around and started walking down the long, dark hallway of the jail’s holding cell again.

“Murray!” Beverly called in confusion. “Where are you going?”

“Maybe jail’s not so bad!” Murray replied with a smirk before continuing to walk down the hall.

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silvahscientiah · 5 years

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More ffxv as videos/vines

Prompto: my dad said that if I don’t get my grades up he’s not gonna let me get my tetanus shot next year.

Noctis: that’s... weird... what are you gonna do..?

Prompto: fucken study, i guess

—

Aera: jokes on you! The Lucis Caelum brothers can’t break up- they’re brothers-

—

Somnus: brother, why are all these freaking cookies on the floor!?

Ardyn, wounded: I fell, can you help me?

Somnus, laughing and walking away:

—

Aera, pointing to Ardyn: look at the chosen king, Somnus!

Somnus, stabbing Ardyn:

Aera, screaming: nO, NO, NOO, SOMNUS,

SO M N U S

—

Prompto: hold on- somethin’s coming something’s coming- look there’s a bird dude it knows what’s good

Prompto, screaming:

—

Somnus: beep! There’s a daemon!

Ardyn: oh- no, actually I’ve just been healing people of the scourge- i’m not a-

Somnus: oh, i’m sorry, are you the chosen king?

Ardyn:

Somnus, stabbing him: beep! There’s a daemon-

—

Noctis: hey ravus.

Ravus: hey noctis.

Noctis: that sword looks familiar. haha.

—

Prompto, using his falsetto: you make me feel so, haaa- aaa— aaaa- aaa—- aaaoooo—

—

Regis: Ardyn, you got the baby?

Ardyn, holding baby Noctis:

Regis: be nice to the baby Ardyn, be ni-

Ardyn, dropping Noctis:

Regis, shrieking: AA- ARDYN

—

Noctis: how do you keep all those layers on while you’re fighting, it’s incredible.

Ardyn, unamused: belt.

—

Prompto, singing: let me hop out the (piano) porsche I ‘on wanna hit that-

Gladio: shut the (discordant piano) up.

—

Prompto, nervously asking the ouija board: what’s your name?

Planchet, sliding over to ‘yes’:

Everyone screaming: what the fu- what t-

Noctis, choking Prompto:

Gladiolus, knocking over a table:

—

Luna: hey it’s a snake charmer!

Ignis, lowering his flute: eyo snake,

Ardyn, rising:

Ignis: you cute as hell

Ardyn: sssssssstop it,,,,,

—

Prompto, yelling: shut up!

Ignis, frozen:

Ignis: A quien le estas diciendo ‘shut up’ tú? A mi me estas diciendo ‘shut up?’

—

Prompto, giggling: smack cam!

Ignis, turning around with a chef’s knife: bitch, I hope the fuck you do. You’ll be one dead son of a bitch I tell you that.

—

Prompto: omg goals...

Verstael: what goals? You’re watching soccer (football)?

Prompto: no I-

Verstael: I want to watch too. Show me.

Prompto: no it’s-

Verstael: SHOW ME RIGHT NOW

—

Prompto, arranging his video games:

Gladiolus: hey Prompto

Prompto, dropping his video games: wHAT

Gladiolus: let’s play (American) football!

Prompto: but, Gladio, I don’t know how to play f-

Gladiolus, throwing the ball at him: football!

Prompto, unconcious: oohhhh...

—

Prompto: so, what do you think?

Noctis: yeah, it’s pretty good.

Prompto: yeah- pretty good? What do you mean ‘pretty good’?

—

Altissian: (hello!)

Noctis, sweating: uh,,, (hello..?)

Altissian: (Oh, are you Altissian?)

Noctis: Oh, uh, I’m Lucian- I don’t speak it very well- (I don’t speak Altissian very well-)

Altissian: (beautiful day outside. Lovely weather.)

Noctis: (weather... nice...) just.. shoot me in the face-

Altissian: shoot me... (what does that mean?)

Noctis: uh,,, (gun.... face...) fuck,,,

—

Shiva: errybody say somethin keep it gon’ — eggs bacon grits

Everyone: sausage!

Prompto: I’m a skinny bitch but I still take the sausage!

Cindy: got a phat ass but I still get the sausage!

Lunafreya: got a flat ass but I still get the sausage!

Ignis: wake up in the mornin and i eat that sausage!

Ardyn: I’m a red head but I still get sausage!

Noctis: I’m a gay bitch ut you know I eat sausage!

Aera: white girl, fly girl, take your man’s sausage.

Verstael: ururur

Everyone: sausage!

Aranea: I’m white and I’m thicc and you know I get sausage

Gladio: yeah I read books but they all about sausage

Iris: I like girls can I still eat sausage?

—

Cid: the trick to gun safety is ta always keep yer gun on safety until yer ready to fire i-

Prompto trips:

Shot goes off:

Prompto:

Cid: well, sonufabitch prompto, git in the truck!

Prompto: i’m sorry

—

Ignis: I’m gonna keep it G, Lunafreya. I’m sorry y’all. I brought this cranberry juice for Ravus. But you know what? Me and Ravus had our faults, we apologized whatever you wanna call it. I ain’t got no beef with Ravus no more. All my beef is with the bitch on this couch.

Ardyn, raising an eyebrow:

Lunafreya: on- on this couch?

Ignis: Yes, Lunafreya. I mean. If you don’t wanna get wet-

Lunafreya: yes boo cause this is calvin klein and I don’t play that shi-

Ignis, dumping cranberry juice on Ardyn:

—

Noctis: there is a VULTURE in front of my house- oh my-

Ardyn:

Noctis, throwing the royal arms: THIS IS NOT YOUR LAND

Noctis, screaming: GO

—

Noctis: so I’m gonna pay you one hundred gil to fuck off.

Ardyn:

—

Pyrna, growling:

Lunafreya: heh, can I not pet you? You’re a dog-

Pyrna, growling:

Lunafreya: Pyrna-

Noctis: you are mistaken she’s a nasty girl

Lunafreya, giggling: Pyrna, we’ve lived together for-

Pyrna, viciously biting her:

Lunafreya, screaming: FOR SIX YEARS WE LOVE EACH OTHER ow that really hurt

—

Noctis: tHeRe Is SoMetHiNG WrOnG wItH mY tUrTLe

Umbra, teleporting uncontrollably:

Noctis: LaRRy SpEaK TO Me, nO,, No,,, NAaaaAAAaA,

—

Ardyn: anybody ever tell you that you look like Somnus?

Noctis: no they usually tell me I look like Noctis

Ardyn: who the fuck is that

Noctis: me, bitch

(Later)

Ardyn: anybody ever tell you that you look like Noctis

Noctis: all the fucken time my dude

—

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lucyyh · 6 years

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Ranting: Arrow 7x13

Ok, this was one hell of a ride!

I love the episode. Truly. The newbies didn't annoy me, Digg didn't annoy me (much) and Stan The Fan is one hell of a bad guy!!

William, Oliver and Felicity:

The first scene was funny, with Felicity telling Oliver he shouldn't give pancakes to Will until they talked...Oliver's little "after pancakes or..." yes, I laughed the three times I watched the scene. It's just hilarious, and pretty much confirmation that Felicity is the boss of those boys. Second part, the whole conversation...it was heartbreaking. You can see the toll it took on William what Oliver's decision did. He is lost, angry and hurt. He needs some stability, and he is not getting it with Oliver and Felicity. Him calling his grandparents was his way of having some control over the situation, and basically asking for help to the people he sees the most stable and safe in all this mess...

The dinner...you could feel the tension there, and Felicity trying to diffuse the situation. Oliver of course, can resist his wife, because that little smile here?

Man, even when you are hurting you can't help but smile when your wife says something cute or funny.

I'm gonna be honest: I don't like that he left. At all. I felt like once again, the writers are losing an opportunity to solve this conflict in an organic, real way ...shipping him off to his grandparents (even if he wanted to go), it feels like the easiest solution.

It gave us some really great father-son scenes...Jack has grown up so much, and improve his acting skills a lot, to the point where he played his scenes with Stephen beautifully. It made me teared up everytime they fought, and that final scene? it killed me.

Little bit about the grandparents: You do not have the right to throw in Oliver's face how he was absent for most of Will's life, when it was your daughter the one who decided to tell him she had lost the baby. You don't. Your daughter took the chance of being a present father for him for too long. So now that he is struggling, you don't get to judge him.

I'm really hoping we see William again.

Stan The Fan:

MY GOD STAN, YOU AWESOME LIL' PSYCHO.

I love him, seriously. He is everything a good villain should be: terrifying, cunning, crazy, sneaky and intelligent. The best villain we have had since Adrian Chase. I bet he could have killed Diaz in 0,00001 seconds.

He was scary, and the scene in the house? oh my, yes! writers, you did good with all the creepiness and anticipation. That was some grade A writing. Usually is so difficult to write horror, but here? yes, yes, good shit, good shit. I love terror movies/shows/books, but most of what's out there is pretty meh. This was not.

How Dinah got her scar surprised me. I was expecting it to be the anti vigilante task force in the future to give it to her, so it was an "Oohhhh" moment whe Stan came out of nowhere and almost killed her.

The last scene with The Smoak-Queens and Stan. WOW. I watched the episode twice and still it gave me the chills!. He was absolutely nuts, and I feared he could hurt Felicity at any given moment. To his bad luck Smoak-Queens are baddasses that work together even when paralized. Great team work!

Curtis:

Gotta say, I was expecting him to die. I wouldn't be sad about it...because everytime he was on my screen I was rolling my eyes or yelling at him for being a self-righteous idiot. But finally the writers did him some good: I empathize with him, and he was damn right in how he viewed A.R.G.U.S. Sorry Digg, but you are delusional if you think A.R.G.U.S. is doing good. You are seeing what you want to see, not what the agency really is.

I think it was a good solution to send him away, without killing him off (the favorite solution from the writers to get rid of characters). And he'll go to do some good. It was a great goodbye.

BTW writers: saying a character gay is not enough. That the love interest says they will go on a date, is not enough. Them sharing a fucking scene in 13 episodes, IS NOT ENOUGH. Not knowing what happened with that relationship, after you send the character away, IF FUCKING AWFUL.

That's not representation. That's you preaching about it, without investing time and effort on it.

Flashforwards:

Ok, confirmation of what we already knew. Love Will's face when Mia told him if he had a romance with Felicity XDDD. And when he said she was his mom? I LOST IT. I made an oinsssssss noise that lasted longer than necessary XDDD.

Mia's anger against the vigilantes...does that means the team once again abandoned Felicity? I'm starting to think they did.

Love JJ here. Although he shouldn't have left Roy and Dinah alone.

Olicity:

They have scenes together YAY!!! the conversation in the kitchen...it was painful. And necessary. Felicity was right: they needed to think about what Will needed, even if it broke their hearts...

Now, Oliver. Look at your wife goddammit. This is lasting too long. Seriously.

And...Olicity baby! who was surprised? not me XDD. I think the only thing it actually surprise me, was the time. I was kinda expecting this was announced at the end of the season, not now. But still. We knew there was going to be a baby at some point, and it seems it arrived. It's a good moment? I don't think so, but that's just me.

I have to be honest: I was pretty...what's the word? neutral about the baby. I didn't care if they had children, or if they never had. It's not something I worried about, or demanded. For me, a family doesn't need a child to be a family. It kinda bothers me when people feel that they aren't complete if they don't have kids, and in fiction, a lot of times it feels like they have kids to fulfill this fantasy: the family with 2.5 kids, a dog and a white picket-fence house. And...no. There's different realities, different families. I think it's time to accept that.

That's it. I love the episode. I can't believe we'll have to wait three weeks for the next one. WTH.

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mycasandstarrs · 6 years

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SPN 5x09: “The Real Ghostbusters”

The Pineview Hotel.

Sam and Dean racing like hell to get there.

The multiple Impalas.

Chuckster!

Oh damn it, I have to deal with Becky.

Goddamn it, I’m really trying to keep my patience with Becky.

AGAIN, the publisher probably would’ve kept them out of this...then a bunch of people would’ve died, so I guess it’s actually worth having Becky around.

I haven’t been to a Supernatural Convention yet (god willing I can go to one when I plan to) but I kinda hope it’s like this.

“The Homoerotic Subtext of Supernatural” lmaoo. We should be having panels like this tho.

There’s so many men in the audience.

lmaooo Chuck.

Y’know, the bungee cord idea is kinda good, but it’d probably backfire in some way.

“Why can't Sam and Dean be telling that Ruby is evil? I mean she is clearly manipulating Sam into some kind of moral lapse.”

But I totally agree with him on the Ruby thing. Well, Dean knew she was evil.

Becky being the defensive Sam!girl she is. Admittedly, that’s very reminiscent of me/other fans.

Oh, what joy! That’s usually our reaction to Supernatural getting another season.

Poor Chuck. He’s mad cute.

“Why are you publishing more books, Chuck?”

“Umm...for food and shelter?”

lmaoo.

“I'm not some hero who can just hit the road and fight monsters, ok?” Oh, but you a r e. At least, you can be.

Ok, but a murder mystery at a Supernatural Convention sounds like fun.

“Well yes, Agents Lennon and McCartney--” The ONLY time I’ll ever hear Beatles aliases. (Unless they sneak in a “Harrison/Starkey” alias sometime...)

It’ll only get weirder boys.

Where was this Sam’s Dean?

Oh dear.

“This is part of the game right?” NO it’s not dude, you should run!!

Oh thank god, I thought he was gonna die.

Oh, but you’re talking to the real deal, lady.

Oh, there’s his Dean.

“Agents Jagger and Richards.”

It’s a shame they didn’t just...go outside and grab their laptop to research this while they still had the chance to leave.

Demain and Barnes had the smarts eavesdrop tho.

“We got a real ghost, and we got a bunch of dudes pretending to be us poking at it.”

“No way this ends well.”

“Yeah, well, serves them right.”

Dean pls, people could die.

I love this “Sam” (aka Barnes). What a sweetheart.

Gotta admire their commitment to the gruff voices.

OOHHHH NO, THE SCALPED KID.

Eugh god, you couldn’t just blow him a kiss, could you???

Were they the only ones to call the coroners?

“Where’d you get that.”

“It’s called a game pal. It ain’t called charity.”

“Yeah right. Gimme the map, Chuckles.”

“Yeah well, you’re the Chuckles...Chuckles.”

Demain really nails being Dean.

Their first time being referred to as “Bobby and Rufus”.

Demain and Barnes even have the exact lines memorized.

Dean, pls.

I’m almost embarrassed on behalf of Dean. Like, I know he’s got a right to be upset about people trivializing his life and traumas, but I also know how this outburst looks like to the other guys.

Did they really think bones are just...lying around?

0 to 100, real quick for those two.

Poor guys, omg.

Well, at least Sam and Dean bought them drinks.

15 minutes left in the episode and the case is “solved”....

“Hey, Chuck. Good luck with the Supernatural books and screw you very much.” lmao.

And now they can’t leave.

“Why did you send my mommy away?”

“Ah, maybe because of the high and tight she gave you, huh? How bout some thanks.”

lmaoo, Dean don’t be mean to the kid.

Welp, they got it wrong.

“Gott im Himmel!” (Translation: “God in Heaven!”) Fritz’s last words.

RIP Fritz. Killed by the ghost children.

Chuck pls, keep it under control.

Chuck’s gotta talk out of his ass now.

“Just give her the puppy dog thing, ok?” lmao, even Dean knows about it and its effects.

“If all these people are seriously in trouble, we gotta do something.”

“Why?”

“Because...that’s what Sam and Dean would do.”

Barnes and Demain are the best.

(Would’ve like to hear Sam’s conversation with the actress tho.)

WHO would ask about their STD at a convention for a book series??

THe Leticia Gore actress could be a bit more convincing...

Barnes got through...

NOT THE CELLPHONE. This is why I put my phone on vibrate.

At least Demian got through.

Get in there, Dean!

lmaaoo, come on, Barnes.

“Oh my god. Supernatural makes digging graves seem so easy. It’s not though. I’m gonna throw up.”

“No, you’re not.”

Supportive boyfriend Demain tho!

Time to fight off ghost children until they manage to burn the bones.

“Let's see, what else? I fell in love for the first time at 16. Lost my virginity, actually. But then she went around telling everybody it didn't count.” LMAO.

Take control Chuck!

Holy shit, that kid would’ve murdered the whole room of people if Chuck hadn’t interfered.

Becky’s right tho, that was hot.

“How come DEAN can always light the stupid thing on the first freaking try?” If it makes you feel better, he really can’t.

They did it!

Even Sam’s considering the bungee idea, lol.

The official introduction of Barnes and Demain.

Dean p l s. I always feel second hand embarrassment when Dean (and Sam) finally feel comfortable with telling fans that it’s really them, and it backfires on them.

(But, you think Demain and Barnes this discuss that night a lot? And one night, they think...”maybe that was Sam and Dean.”)

“In real life, he sells stereo equipment. I fix copiers. Our lives suck. But to be Sam and Dean, to wake up every morning and save the world. To have a brother who would die for you. Well, who wouldn't want that?”

:’)

“friends” Suuurrreee.