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under the cut is what i had come up with for my original idea of my chenford pregnancy fic. iâm kinda on the fence if i should continue with this, or if i should just throw away everything and start all over again from scratch.
opens with the gang spending a saturday night drinking at las torres (nolan, harper, angela, tim, lucy, and jackson); lucy goes home with tim at the end of the night.
lucy believes the chances of her becoming pregnant are slim to none due to a family history of infertility.
lucy comes to suspect sheâs pregnant after complaining to jackson about early symptoms, and he makes a joke that âmaybe sheâs pregnant.â *light bulb* đĄ
nyla is the first to find out, accidentally stumbling in on lucy in the locker room after shift in the middle of an emotional breakdown.
nyla requests to ride with lucy the next day after she finds out. they make a couple pit stops on patrol so lucy can take a pregnancy test.
2 weeks after nyla finds out she tells jackson and nolan.
tim and angela both donât know anything for awhile. lucy doesnât know how to break the news to tim, and is nervous of how heâll react; keeps the news from angela as well seeing as her and tim are best friends.
tim âhiresâ angela to do some detective work on lucy to figure out her change in demeanor after suspecting and worrying sheâs pregnant. angela eventually finds out after witnessing lucy looking at prenatals.
lucy flies home to tell her parents, tim even comes along with her. mr. chen doesn't take the news well and goes into a fit of rage, mrs. chen is silently shocked by the news, but supports lucy wholeheartedly.
no more pickles; lucy is disgusted by them all throughout her pregnancy.
lucy moves in with tim about 4 months into her pregnancy. jackson is joey tribbiani levels of upset about it and doesnât want her to leave.
tim trades in his truck for a more family friendly vehicle.
with the help of nolan, and the rest of the guys (jackson, wesley, and grey) tim converts his guest bedroom into a nursery. shenanigans ensue. tim later paints and decorates it winnie the pooh theme.
lucy has an accident (some sort o fall or something, never quite figured that one out) in the middle of her pregnancy. angela passes her red band to tim in the hospital.
lucy goes into labor and gives birth at the precinct??? parallel from 1x09.
okaaay, so i apparently remembered a lot more detail to this fic than i'd originally thought, asdfghjkl. like i stated before, idk if i should go with what i have already plotted out OR if i should edit it so it'll somewhat fit in with the current timeline being aired now.
#chenford pregnancy fic#*my wips#the rookie#so apparently tim doesn't have a guest bedtoom otherwise he'd definitely have lucy sleep there and not his couch in 4x01#but let's pretend he does and it was just under maintenance in 4x01 okay?#awszxderfcghjkl don't ask me why i am hung up on this small insignificant detail#lucy's father seriously goes through the roof when she tells him and her mother#..... like to the point where he pm chases her and tim out and they return to LA#lucy's mother is too in shock to respond and just kinda let's the scene unfold#but she does follow tim and lucy back to LA to comfort her daughter#jesus these tags are ridiculous why am I!!! so ridiculous! like gurl shut uuupp!!#long post#chenford
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(15) Horror Movies
SociallyAwkwardFoxâs Spooktober - Day 15 âHorror Moviesâ
JayDickTim | Established Relationship | Horror Movies | Theyâre not always scary but they can still put you in weird headspace | Sleep Deprivation | (brief) graphic descriptions of horror scenes | Panic Attack | Want to write with me? Find the prompt list here!
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Tim loves his boyfriends. So, so much. But one thing that Jason and Dick both love that Tim just canât wrap his head around: horror movies.
Theyâre watching one right now, the third of a trilogy Jay and Dick love, and Tim is sandwiched between them on the couch, feeling faintly ill.
Jay and Dick are the kind of people that get that something from a horror movie, the adrenaline or the enjoyment of their terror or whatever it is that hooks people. Tim isnât and he gets nothing but is a sick feeling in his stomach and the impression that all the color has been sucked out of the world.
It isnât the scenes themselves that get to him, because as terrible as it is to admit, heâs seen and experienced thing just as terrible, maybe worse, in his time as Robin. All of them have. Brutal serial killings, human trafficking tragedies, figurative and literal monsters left and right, not to mention the rogues. A run-in with Scarecrowâs fear toxin? That would make most horror movies seem like a pleasant summer picnic. Chasing and being chased by Killer Croc in the sewers in the dead of night? Monster B-flick gold. And the Joker? âNough said.
No, for Tim itâs more about the way the scenes are presented - the cold, dark filters; the unnatural lighting; the haunting music and grisly sound effects. It turns a factually horrifying scene into an garish exaggeration, like a scene from one of his nightmares - you donât fully believe its real, but it still strikes a chord deep in your psyche.
He can handle one movie. Easy to shake off. Maybe two, in the daytime. But tonight they watched three, using their one night off from patrol to stay up into the wee hours of the morningâas if they would ever think use that time to catch up on sleep or something.
Three-quarters of the way through the third movie, Jason notices Tim getting twitchy and asks if heâs okay.
âYeah, yeah, itâs just getting late. I keep nodding off and then every time someone screams, I jump awake again,â Tim tells them, playing it off with a laugh. Dick and Jason laugh with him.
âNo problem, Babybird, weâre almost done. Weâll let you sleep in peace soon enough.â
âDid you mean 'rest in peaceâ, Jaybird?â
âUgh, Dick, staaaahp.â
They laugh and kiss over Timâs head, then come at him from both sides when he makes a disgruntled noise for being squished between them, showering him in kisses and noogies and awkward side hugs. The warm moment of affection between the three of them almost distracts Tim away from the grim mood affected by the movies. Almost.
When they settle down into bed an hour later, Tim snuggled between the two of themâall of Dickâs limbs wrapped around him and Jason drooling onto his shoulderâthe sick feeling, mental and physical, doesnât budge. Tim spends the rest of the night staring up at the dark ceiling, mind circling the imagery of the movie in endless spirals. He closes his eyes and pretends to be asleep when Dick gets up at 4:30 to pee, and again at 5:15 when Jay startles awake for a few seconds at the sound of a car alarm blaring down on the street. When they all get up at nine the next morning, neither Dick nor Jason seems to be the wiser to his deception.
Tim spends the next day exhausted, but makes up for it with a jam packed scheduleâkeeping busy always helpsâand copious amounts of caffeine. That night he goes out for a quick patrol, then turns in early, hoping to make up for lost sleep.
He canât. Heâs still awake, his mind bombarding him with the images of a decapitated zombie child crawling toward a screaming young woman in the grey rain as âmama, mamaâ whistles in the wind; the sounds of a man sobbing as he clutches his dead partner in the snowâher womb torn out messilyâand the smells he imagines a child clinging to their motherâs green, long-dismembered corpse would experience when Dick comes in at three AM. Heâs still awakeâand pretending heâs not with every Bat-trained skill he hasâwhen Jay comes in a half hour later.
Heâs seen just as bad in real lifeâand how messed up is it to say that?âbut here the imagery is also accompanied by such a deep sense of sorrow, lasting pain and depression. Lives, minds, souls ruined. Heâs still wide awake as dawn begins to light the sky. He extricates himself from their sleepy dogpile while Jason and Dick are still in the deepest stages of sleep and heads down to the gym to get a few hours of training in to pump him up for another exhausting day.
He struggles through day two, barely functioning as he makes his way into night three. He volunteers to stay on comms for the night, citing some bullshit excuse about a sore ankle he wants to rest to keep Dick from worrying and Jason from asking too many questions. He stays up late, working on case docs, hoping that if works himself to utter exhaustion that he can just pass out at dawn. He tells Dick and Jay heâs doing it to make up for not going out, and they seem worried, but he promises heâll rest in the morning.
He doesnât. Daylight doesnât bring any relief from the wild thoughts and images that pop into his head any time he tries to quiet his mind. He pretends to nap on the couch until Jay and Dick leave, then goes into Wayne Enterprises and works late.
He goes out as Red Robin that nightânight fourâbut turns in early after he gets a call from Alfred asking about unexpected telemetry from the vitals sensors in his suitâracing pulse, high rate of respiration. He excuses himself with claims that heâs in a bit of pain from his âsoreâ ankle. Itâs a lie. His body and his mind are hitting their natural limits, his anxiety levels increasing and his organs screaming for rest. He meditates for the rest of the night, feeling somewhat refreshed the next morning.
Day four is like a bizarre dream, time zooming past or crawling by in fits and starts. He loses his appetite and even coffee starts to lose its appeal, the smell of it making his stomach twist. By five PM swears the shadows at the corner of his office have started to ooze toward him and he jumps at every little sound.
That night he skips dinner, disables all telemetry in his suit, and goes out for solo patrol. Just a loop around his territory. Then heâll stop, take a sedative, and pass out for twelve to fifteen hours. Sweat it out as the drugs force him to stay under no matter what nightmares may come.
His patrol is patchy, if that makes any sense. Some moments he is clearly aware of where he is and what heâs doing, and then there are whole stretches of time that are total blanks. Halfway through his loop he gets sidetracked to a neighborhood outside his scope after he hears about of a drug deal going down outside a middle school.
He handles the would-be dealersâhigh schoolers dealing to middle schoolers who were lucky Red Robin caught wind of the deal before Red Hood didâthen retires to the roof of the school for a breather. He sits down between two AC units and lets his head fall back against one for a few momentsâŚ
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Tim slowly comes awake to the sounds of quiet conversation around him, gentle fingers combing through his hair, and a soft bed under him. He blinks his eyes open, squinting in confusion at the overhead light of the room he shares with Jay and Dick. Who left the lights on? Wait, why is he in his uniform? Did he forget to take it off before he dropped into bed?
âDick. Dick, shut up a second, I think heâs coming around. Tim? Timmy? You with us?â
Tim turns his head to the side with a grimace. His neck is sore like he slept hanging off the side of the bed half the night.
âJ-Jay?â
The hand leaves his hair and Tim turns his head minutely to see Dick sitting beside him on the bed, running both hands through his own hair, expression a blend of relief and worry.
âHoly cow, Tim, you scared the crap out of us. What were you thinking?â Dick demands of him. Tim blinks, confused.
âWhoa, whoa, ease up, Dickie, give 'im a sec to reboot, 'kay?â Jason chides, settling down near Timâs bare feetâ-oh, someone removed his boots, gauntlets, belts and cape and unzipped the collar of his suit. He rubs a soothing circles into the arch of one foot. âHey, Timbo, you know where you are?â
âThe 'partment,â Tim answers slowly. Did he hit his head on patrol?
âYeah. You know what time it is?â
Tim blinks. Itâs dark outside, so he knows itâs nighttime, but when he tries to think back to the last time he remembers he canât get it straight. He was on patrol? Which patrol? He canât remember. Did he get drugged? Shot?
âNo? You know what day it is?â
He doesnât. He starts to panic. What happened to him? He tries to sit up.
âEasy, Tim. Just rest for a minute,â Dick soothes, easing him back down with a hand on one shoulder. Tim flops back, heart racing. Heâs missing something, something important, something awful he should remember.
âBreathe, Tim, donât force yourself,â Jason chides. Dickâs hand returns to his hair and Jason lies down beside him, now rubbing circles into his exposed hand.
Dark spots cloud his vision and he starts to shake. Why canât he remember? Now that heâs more aware, why do his joints ache and his limbs feel like theyâve been filled with cement? Why does he feel so cold? Is he dying? Is he dead?
âJay, heâs hyperventilating.â
âNo shit. Timmy? Tim? Breathe with me okay?â
âBreathe with Jason, Tim. Nice and slow.â
âHey, foâ on mââ
âTiââ
Their voices fade out along with the sensation of fingers feeling for a pulse and hands pulling off his suit. Darkness fills his vision until there is nothing left but the darkness.
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When Tim comes around again itâs with a hiss for the bright overhead lighting of the Batcaveâs med bay. Youâd think with all their resources theyâd invest in a light dimmer at some point.
âThere he is. Rise and shine, Timbo,â Jasonâs voice calls from his left. He groans and tries to squeeze his eyes closed.
âAh, ah, ah, no falling asleep again until you endure the wrath of Big Bird and Alfie. Theyâve got a lot of choice words for you, Babybird,â Jason chides, squeezing his hand. Tim tries to curl onto his opposite side but freezes with a gasp when a sharp twinge in his right arm informs him of the IV inserted there. The numb, slightly clammy feeling on his right index finger speaks to the presence of a pulse oximeter clip. Did he get injured, he wonders?
No. Bit by bit, Timâs head clears and snatches of memory come back to him. Heâd been on patrol. He stopped to rest. No dinner. No sleep. Wayne Enterprises. Disabled telemetry. Solo patrol. The teenaged dealers. A middle school.
Disabled telemetry. Shit.
âH-how long was I out?â Tim asks, croaking around the dryness of his throat. He turns back to Jay in time to see Alfred and Dick walk into med bay, expressions stern and relieved in equal measure. Jason snorts at whatever expression Tim makes in response to theirs.
âAbout a day, in and out of it,â Alfred replies smoothly, voice cool and unamused as he raises the back of the bed to help Tim sit up. âYou gave Masters Dick and Jason quite the fright, not to mention myself, going out alone and under the radar the way you did. I thought we had taught you better than that, Master Timothy.â
Tim shrinks in on himself. You know youâre in trouble with Alfred when he calls you by your full first name. âSorry, Alfred. Dick. Jason. I havenât really been myself the past couple of days,â he admits, thinking back on the past week. He cringes internally as he thinks about their last free day and all the stupid things he did in the resulting funk.
âI imagine you wouldnât be, skipping meals until you passed out from exhaustion,â Alfred lectures sternly as he deftly removes the IV and pulse oximeter. Dick looks sad and disappointed. Jason looks unconvinced.
Tim shakes his head. âI wasnât skipping meals - mostly - I just wasnât sleeping very much.â
Dick raises his eyebrows. âDefine 'very muchâ? Why werenât you sleeping?â
âUhhhh, well⌠not at all?â Tim replies shrugging with an apologetic grimace. Alfred shakes his head as he leaves med bay and Jasonâs eyes blow wide. Dick makes a sound of indignation.
âNot at all?!â Jason echoes. âWhat the hell, Babybird? What were you thinking!â
Tim scrubs his hands over his face and deliberately ignores the question in favor of asking one of his own. âWhat happened? I remember stopping to rest on the roof of Parkview Middle and then briefly waking up back at the apartment.â He looks around the med bay then takes stock of himself. He feels fine now, but he vaguely remember feeling like he was dying the last time he was fully conscious. âDid I get hurt?â
Dick doesnât look happy about the redirect, but shakes his head and takes a seat on the edge of the gurney. âWell, after me and Jay got home at four AM, realized you werenât there, and found your suit was missing, we called Alfred and Babs to see if youâd been out that night.
"Alfred said he hadnât heard from you, and neither had Babs, but she eventually tagged you in a couple of surveillance feeds along your route. We tried to call you on comms: nothing. Then Babs tried to find you on live surveillance: still nothing.â Dickâs expression is dark and his eyes drill holes into Tim.
âWe were freakinâ out, Timmers,â Jason continues. âLike, did you get hurt? Did you get kidnapped? We tried to check your telemetry and got fuck all. No vitals, no location. Dickie here was nearly shittinâ himself thinking youâd gone and gotten yourself killed or somethinââ
Timâs face heats up in shame.
âIn the end we pulled out the nuclear option and activated your subdermal GPS beacon,â he explains, gesturing to the stretch of skin on Timâs arm under which the small capsule resided, a measure they allâBruce includedâagreed to take in order to avoid situations just like this one.
âWe found you on some random-ass roof four blocks off your route, passed the fuck out. When we tried to check on you, you nearly cleaned Dickieâs clock, kicked me in the cupâit still hurt, even with the cup, so thanks for thatâthen tried to throw yourself off the roof. After we got you to calm down and wake up a bit, you seemed to recognize us, understand where you were, and we escorted you home.
"Everything was fine until we got into the apartment, at which point you threw yourself across our bed, cowl up and belts on, and passed out again,â Jason explained, rolling his eyes at the ridiculousness of it. âYou werenât outwardly bleeding and your pupils reacted appropriately to light, so we thought you were just a little tired or whatever. When you woke up again, you were disoriented as fuck and freaking out. Then you went completely non-responsive and we freaked out. We brought you down here just to make sure you didnât have a brain bleed or a punctured lung or something.
"A million scans and some bloodwork later and Alfie concluded you that probably hadnât been taking care of yourself,â Jason concludes, pinning Tim with a severe look of his own. âAnd now weâre hearing from you that you havenât been sleeping? Cough it up, Timbo. How long?â
Tim clears his throat and shifts his legs restlessly. âAbout five days.â
âFive days!â Dick exclaims, jumping up from the end of the gurney. He rounds to the other side, across from Jason. âWhy?â
Tim shrugs and looks away. âI dunno, I just havenât been able to fall asleep. I couldnât shut my brain off.â
âWhy didnât you tell us you had insomnia?â Dick asks.
Tim shrugs again. âWhat would you be able to do about it?â
âMake sure you didnât do something stupid like stay up all night filing reports or go on patrol with all your tracers turned off, probably,â Jason replies wryly. He stands up, bracketing Tim between himself and Dick. He narrows his eyes.
âYou know, I can tell when youâre keeping something from us, Timbo. Spit it out. Whatâs been so heavy on your mind that it hasnât let you get a wink of sleep for nearly a week?â
Tim tenses and curls in on himself subconsciously. âNothing. Itâs not important.â
Jason laughs mirthlessly and Dick frowns. âIf itâs important enough for you to lose sleep over it, then itâs important to us,â Jason insists.
Tim mumbles under his breath, avoiding eye contact.
âWhat?â
âItâs nothing,â he mumbles a little louder.
âWhat was that? I couldnât hear you, Timbelina,â Jason belts loudly into his ear.
âItâs your damn horror, movies okay!? I couldnât sleep after we marathoned that trilogy on our night off,â Tim shouts back, scooting down the bed and throwing off the sheet. He swings his legs over the side, stands up, and only sways a little as the room swims around him for a second.
âThe movies? They scared you?â Dick asks uncertainly as he steadies Tim with hand around his upper arm.
Tim shakes him off. âNo, theyâre just depressing as fuck. We see enough horrible stuff in our line of work, so sue me if watching it presented in a way intended to be emotionally gripping as possible puts me in a bit of a funk.â
He moves for the doorway, pretending not to be embarrassed that his ass is hanging out of the back of his hospital gown, only to be stopped by Dick darting in front of him, closely followed by Jason. Theyâre both watching him with concern, worry, and a tinge of guilt. Tim deflates. This was exactly what he hoped to avoid.
âBabe. You never told us they bothered you,â Dick starts while Jason says, âA bit of a funk? It must really bother you if itâs keeping you up for days.â They look at each other, then Dick nods to Jason. Tim sighs.
âWhatâs really going on, Tim,â Jason asks.
âThatâs really all it is,â Tim replies, crossing his arms. âWe watched the movies, I didnât sleep that night and then it kind of snowballed from there, the sleep dep feeding the funk.â Looking at it objectively, after a good nightâs rest, he can admit that the situation never should have escalated past that first morning; he should have taken a sedative and a day off right then and there to avoid falling deep into the funk.
âIs it really that bad? Why didnât you tell us you donât like scary movies?â Dick asked, looking for all the world like a kicked puppy. Tim groaned.
âItâs really not a big deal. Not usually. They donât scare me, they just kind of⌠I dunno, haunt my thoughts for a while afterwards. You know how it goes; I overthink everything,â Tim admits, waving a hand dismissively. âAnd I didnât tell you guys because I didnât feel like being made fun of for being 'too scared to watch a scary movieâ. Who would have believed me if I said theyâre not scary, just emotionally disturbing?â
Dick opens his mouth like heâs going to object but Tim cuts him off. âNo, donât even try to tell me that you would. Look at Jay, at least heâs honest with himself.â
They both look at Jason, who is nodding along, looking chagrined. âYeah, Iâll admit, if youâd said something, I probably would have teased you about it.â He gives Tim a look Tim canât decipher. âYouâre an odd one, Timbo, but thereâs no arguing with the results. If it bothers you, it bothers you, whether itâs frightening or not. But if it bothers you so much, then why watch with us? You could have just told us you donât like horror and gone to bed.â
âAnd not spend time with you guys?â Tim asks incredulously. âWe get one night off together every two weeks, and you think I would just give that up and go to bed alone?â He shakes his head at them. âI put up with it because I wanted to spend time with you guys and I wanted you guys to do something you both enjoy. I didnât want to be the wet blanket in the room that put a stop to that.â
Both Jason and Dickâs faces fall on hearing this, and in that moment Tim is done with this conversation. He tries to skirt around them, but Jason blocks his path.
âMove, Jason, I need to pee.â He does. IVs are great and all, but sleeping for twenty four hours through one, maybe two liters of fluids equals one very full bladder. Heâs grateful Alfred didnât stoop to inserting a urinary catheter just to punish him, even if it would have done him a favor in this one thing.
Jason crosses his arms obstinately.
âI will pee on you,â Tim warns.
Dick steps between them and places his hands on Timâs shoulders. âTim, it means a lot to us that you would put our enjoyment above your own, but it hurts a little to think you donât trust us enough to let us know when somethingâs bothering you.â
âWhat Dick said,â Jason seconds. âYeah, weâd probably tease you at first, but eventually weâd get that horror makes you uncomfortable and picked something else to do. We care about you just as much you care about us, ya know?â
Tim looks away, uncomfortable.
âLook, weâre not trying to blame the victim here, weâre just saying give us a chance next time, okay?â Jason clarifies, tone softening. âWe deserve the opportunity to prove ourselves assholes or saints for ourselves, yeah?â
Tim snorts softly. âYeah.â
They smile and Dick draws them both into a hug, sandwiching Tim between them. âGood. And weâre sorry, Tim. We should have noticed you werenât having a good time and asked.â
âYou did,â Tim admits, âBut I told you I was 'just tiredâ and you guys bought it. Thatâs on me.â
âYeah, well, dealing with youâthe guy who lies to Batmanâwe should have pressed the issue no matter how convincing you were,â Jason replies, pressing his face into Timâs hair. âAnd you shouldnât feel like we wonât take you seriously. Thatâs mostly my bad for teasing you so much.â
Tim presses his face into Jasonâs chest and shakes his head. âItâs okay.â
âNo, itâs not,â Dick says softly at his back. âBut it will be.â Tim feels Jason smile into his hair and nod. He lets them hold him tight and close for a long minute.
âAnd no more horror movies around Timmy!â Dick exclaims belatedly, making Tim and Jason laugh.
âDefinitely. Weâll save it for our solo dates, right Dickie?â
âSounds like a plan.â
âOkay, this was nice and all,â Tim begins, squirming a little, âbut I wasnât kidding earlier; someone needs to let go now or Iâm going to pee on Jason.â
âEh, Iâm fine with that,â Dick replies lightly.
âDick, you dick!â Jason shoots back, but he doesnât pull away.
âStop making me laugh! Iâm really going to pee on him!â
#my writing#christmasriverswrites#jaydicktim#spooktober 2019#saf's spooktober prompts#polyamory#ot3#my writing in the raw: barely edited#organic and covered in typos#does spellcheck count as editing?#tw brief mentions of gore#tw horror#tw sleep deprivation#tw panic attack#this is how I personally feel about horror movies; they don't scare me but i go into this horrible headspace and sometimes i just can't stop#thinking about how awful life can be sometimes#how messed up some psychological states get#it's not just horror; i don't like to watch a lot of fiction and non-fiction crime shows for the same reasons--i just overthink *everything*#maybe it's just me and i'm a weirdo but for the sake of fiction tim will be weird with me on this#this is four THOUSAND words. when. where. why. HOW. did that happen. it was supposed to be 800 max. *facepalm*#i betcha with the ''keep reading'' i'll get like 8 notes max#prove me wrong tumblr
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Nepal 2020 - Pharping
Day 10 - Pharping/Kathmandu
To leave them broke my heart....
Day 10 Kathmandu (again) - 17 Mar
Up at dawn again this morning, but this time itâs so we can observe the Buddhist monks as they go through their daily morning spiritual rituals. We made our way with our monk escort inside the decadently decorated temple, only to find that the adult monks are not in residence, and itâs more of a teaching session with the young boy trainees. Â I was a little disappointed at first, but decided that these âmini monksâ were just too cute, and cheered up considerably. During the âchantâ, they had a little natter between themselves, giggled, gazed around distractedly, while the âteacherâ studiously ignored them doing so, instead concentrating on the zealous few who participated. Just like a regular day at school, if you ask me. Gomez chuckled that it was more of a âmutterâ than a âchantâ, given the few who joined in. But it gave us an idea of the process of the Monk life â that is, until the final chant was droned â then it was like âschoolâs out!â as the mini monks made for the door helter-skelter .. I doubt the monks proper would have made QUITE a dash to the door for breakfast!
We took a little longer to leave, enjoying the intricate paintings and decorations throughout the temple. Most paintings were edged in gilt, and I would have loved if one of the monks could have hung around to explain some of the depictions of their deities â there was one of two skeletons dancing? For when they celebrate Halloween, perhaps? Â There was also a framed photo of the Dalai Lama â he has such a serene, benevolent face, you canât help but love him, I think.
We again took our breakfast in relative solitude, and had a lazy morning strolling the grounds while we waited for Kishor to collect us. He and Dip drove us to a local home, which served as an orphanage. The husband and wife (and her mother) have taken in children from the surrounding area that have been either left orphans or the parents canât afford to pay for their upbringing (mainly in the country areas) They donât receive assistance from the government â Kishor makes regular donations through his business, and if ever tourists ask him about visiting a school or orphanage, he recommends this one first.
The kids were adorable â they either spoke very little, or no English, but their enthusiasm was overwhelming. They peered eagerly in to my bag of âgoodiesâ, and as each item came out, they would yell out what it was excitedly in Nepali â which I would say in English, then they would repeat it. I brought out a âWhereâs Wally?â book, and explained the concept to them. I thought this would keep them going for ages, trying to find that damned red and white stripe shirt, but the cheeky wretches found him almost straight away every page!
One girl, older than the rest, seemed to act as a sort of supervisor over the other kids, making sure they minded their manners, no pushing etc. Kishor explained she was 15, her name was Sarita, and she had only been with the family for about 3 weeks, coming in from an outlying village for schooling. I pulled out a simple hardcover book, which the children yelled âdiaryâ (it wasnât, it was simply a blank notebook I had bought and had never used at home) I said that if it was a diary, then it should go to a 15-year old girl who could write her thoughts in it, and handed it to Sarita. She was gobsmacked â she accepted the book shyly, then hugged it to herself. She allowed the other kids to look at it, but watched them like a hawk to make sure the book was returned. On chatting with her, I was told that she would like to study to become a Social Worker in Nepal, and I wished her good luck whole-heartedly.
I gave each child a small amount of crackling candy, and laughed at their expressions as the lolly popped and fizzed in their mouths. Even the Grandma, who couldnât come downstairs due to her âbad kneesâ was given some. She didn���t crack a smile, but when she had finished her serve, she tilted her head back, mouth wide open, for some more!! It was so funny. I went upstairs to her at her request, and she hugged me, tiny little thing that she is â uh oh â getting teary!
I pulled out a bottle of âbubblesâ, and the kids laughed delightedly, chasing each bubble around. The balloons were a hit also. I blew one up, then pulled the neck of the balloon while letting out the air, creating a âfartingâ sound. I would gasp in shock and look at one little boy, asking âwas that you?â A simple game, but they thought it was hysterical. It certainly makes you realize just how much we take for granted in âFirst Worldâ countries, and how the simple things in life can give so much joy.
All too soon it was time to leave. It was quite emotional, as itâs so easy to become attached to these pure, unassuming souls who simply want to be loved. The mother asked Kishor to translate, and gave a heartfelt speech of thanks for our generous donations, to help them with the children. I was very humbled, as I looked and thought it was really very little by our standards. I nearly lost it when Sarita came to me and asked âwill you come back?â I promised we would try. She then held my hand and said âDonât forget meâ and I had to go. I would bring her home with me in a snap, if given the opportunity. Kishor explained later that these kids cannot be adopted, as itâs not a formal orphanage. Rather, as they grow up and leave, they send a small percentage of their wages back to the mother, to assist her in the upkeep of the place.
We farewelled Dip on arrival at our Kathmandu Hotel. He is from Pokhara, and now has a few days free to be with his family. I had given him a pack of Tim Tams for the family and told him of the coffee/Tim Tam combination (when you suck the coffee through the biscuit) He promised laughingly that he would try this on his return home â if his 7 year old daughter left him any! Kishor stayed a little longer, advising that a driver would come for us tomorrow night for our flight, but that we would only have the room until 1 pm. No problem â last minute shopping it is!!
We wandered down the streets again, looking for a cheap ânâ cheerful place to eat. Found a tiny place down an alley, where a husband and wife ran a small shop between them. We had a delicious buffalo soup and grilled momoâs (theyâre normally steamed) all the while chatting with the husband, who advised us their son was living in Chippendale while he goes to Sydney University! On leaving, he asked us to come back tomorrow. âWe leave tomorrowâ was our response. âSo come before!â he replied good-naturedly.
Men riding tuk-tuk style bicycles are one of the forms of transport here, and we had often been approached, asking if we wanted a lift. Tonight, we were about 50 metres from our hotel when an elderly gent cycled up beside me, and asked if we wanted a bike. I pointed to our hotel and said âsee that? Thatâs where weâre goingâ He didnât bat an eye, but responded with âOK - $2!â to which we both cracked up laughing at his audacity, as he cycled away. As I said, I love this place!
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Ermandaâs Inner Sanctum: Scorpion 3.12Â âIce Ca-Cabesâ
This episode is amazing! Â The comedy works so well juxtaposed with the highly emotional drama. Â Iâve come to expect this when an episode has a 12-14 minute intro that explores the personal storylines and mission setup before the first commercial break. Â It showcases Cabeâs role as father and friend to the entire team, especially Walter with whom he has history, and how the team mobilizes to protect one of their own. Â Every character does something they wouldnât normally do and these moments of vulnerability also enlighten them in other areas of their lives. Â This episode is another in season 3 that takes good advantage of the 10 pm time slot to the satisfaction of the adults in this fandom. Â The content of this episode definitely places it in an elite category for the series. Â In my opinion, it matches the cinematic greatness of 2.13 White Out with its content and structure. Â This episode also serves as a bridge between the first half of the season and the second and puts the developments of season 3A into perspective. Â As always, there are elements (hints and clues) that signal possible future developments and I am intrigued by all of them. Â Here are my highlights!
Cabe & The Team
Cabe may be older muscle of the team and is their government handler, but he is definitely more than that. Â He has adopted every single person as his own child and shares his life uniquely with each of them. Â In return, they do or say things that show their appreciation for him. Â Sly agrees to catch a snake (hello Super Fun Sly!); Toby gets emotional and recalls their boxing training days (a moment when they bonded); Quintis, Paige, and Sly (the members of Scorpion in romantic relationships) help him with his new love interest, Allie; and Walter expresses his love for him and deems him irreplaceable despite his âeveryone is replaceableâ statements at the top of the episode (I see you, Walter!). Â He trusts them even when their efforts to save his life have a low chance of success. Â
His most recent highlighted relationship this season is the one he has formed with Happy. Â This new bromance will be called Cappy thanks to Marine (aka. @tesneaâ). Â They have been spending more time together than usual as they became roommates for a couple of weeks while his home was repaired to remove mold. Â Based on Happyâs comments in previous episodes, they have enjoyed each otherâs company. Â Happy has even changed her vocabulary from all the exposure to Cabeâs lifestyle at times. Â He shares his MI-inducing love of meat with her. Â Talks about about his happy wedding memories. Â Gifts her his motherâs brooch for her to wear on her wedding day. Â Happy gets inspired to go through with a wedding because his memories give her that final push. She acts as a wingwoman. Â Sheâs a little sad that heâs going back home. Â It all feels like Cabe making memories with the daughter he never had an opportunity to raise. Â With the impending Quintis wedding, something tells me that Cabe will be serving a special role in it. Â
Then there is Cabeâs longstanding relationship with Walter. Â Itâs one full of dependence, heartbreak, and forgiveness. Â Compared to Paige, Cabe has more experience with Walterâs personality. Â He always knows when to give Walter the best advice. Â Usually Walterâs life is in danger and Cabe works with the team to save him, but this time it was Walterâs chance to save Cabe again. Â This moment of potential loss pushes Walter to verbally express his love for Cabe, creating another triumphant father-son moment between them. Â Since this is the first time Walter knowingly utters the words, âI love you,â to the person to whom heâs speaking and the other person acknowledges, I wonder how far he will take this.
Carpe Diem: The Waige Flip
If you have been following my episode reviews, then you are already aware of my analysis on this seasonâs Waige flip. Â Take their dynamic from season 2, reverse it, and you get Waige a la season 3. Â Let me quickly reiterate for new readers. Â Paigeâs journey this season in the Waige dynamic shows her chasing after an idealistic desire instead of a realistic need. Â It creates this internal conflict that is confounded by miscommunication as evidenced in episodes 3.05, 3.07, and 3.11. Â Walter is making moves to better himself since he faces the potential to lose Paige. Â This is interesting considering that the previous year was riddled with him not capitalizing on prime opportunities with Paige. Â
Right now she is angry with Walter over his treatment of Tim and, by extension, his departure.  Remember that Walter mended fences with Tim before he left.  Walter apologized for driving him away, but Tim reassured Walter that his departure is a personal choice and doesnât blame him for it at all.  Paige did not hear this conversation.  The last thing she heard Walter say to Tim was that he would never be a part of Scorpion.  And she suggested that Tim take the new job opportunity after a discussion with Toby that she initiated.  Therefore, her anger is expected since she associates Timâs departure with Walterâs lack of acceptance. It all manifests in her words to Walter in the car ride to the hot spring and again at the hospital.  She says some things he needs to hear.  But the way she questions Walterâs emotional potential is an interesting development in the Waige saga.  It's a confirmation that she is blinded by her frustration. Question is: who reveals the missing piece that puts things into perspective for her?
Quintis Teamwork
Happy and Toby always work great together.  Every time I think about how they have used the skills of the other during missions this season, I recall the song, Make Me Better by Fabolous feat. Ne-Yo.
đ¤Â Iâm a movement by myself But Iâm a force when weâre together Mami, Iâm good all by myself But, baby, you, you make me better đ¤
This episode is just another addition to what weâve already seen in seasons 2 and 3.  And the âIâm proud of youâ parallel (thanks @honey41283!) with a forehead kiss⌠LOVE IT!Â
Toby, You Good?
I have to call attention to the foreshadowing elephant in the room. Â Toby expresses his desire for more positive reinforcement from Happy in 3.11. Â While we know she has done this in the past with her words in pivotal moments, we know she struggles with consistency in the smaller moments. Â And then thereâs her aversion to PDA in the garage when others are present. Â In this episode, he makes a gambling reference to talk about the risks involved in Operation: Save Cabe. Â Toby is usually resilient. Â When he isnât, heâs neurotic and overbearing. Â Heâs always available for quality analysis for his friends. Â But who comes for Toby when he canât help himself? Â I smell a Quintis shift. đđđđ Â
Growth of Our Robots
Walter and Happy have the lowest EQs compared to the other geniuses. Â So it is no surprise that we know more about these two charactersâ lives than anyone else in the series - virtues, vices, childhood, parents, love interests, etc. Â The emotional growth weâve seen up to this point is absolutely beautiful to watch, specifically in terms of recognition and public acknowledgement. Â Happyâs intent for her Christmas gift to Toby in 3.11 and Walterâs statements to Paige in the hospital in 3.12 take me back to a moment in 2.04 Robots. Â They are satisfied by the notion that their genius and reliance on math and science make them emotionally rigid until their choices in a life-or-death situation cause them to admit that more facets of their personality are at play. Â Even though Happy and Walterâs emotional growth is highly influenced by the efforts and actions of their love interests, these two characters manage to push one another in a unique and respectful way as friends when they talk about personal matters. Â
H: In case we donât make it out of here, I just want to say Iâm not really a robot. W: Thank you for clarifying.  I did know you werenât made of circuitry. H: We both play a good game of denial.  It might be the one thing where I can beat you, but⌠right now my dad is up there trying to save me.  A man Iâve been looking for for 25 years.  I just never expected to want to live as badly as I do right now. W: I saved nine sailorsâ lives instead of us.  I⌠supported that act with calculations.  But perhaps there was⌠some sentimentality attached.  H: And, uh, you let that certifiable lunatic stay in our garage. (chuckles) W: Uh⌠Maybe weâre changing. Maybe⌠maybe Iâm not a robot either.
So when Walter expresses his sorrow over the fact that his failures are as frustrating as his triumphs in this episode, I canât help but love him even more!  Seeing Happy yell emotional demands makes me confident in her ability to provide positive reinforcement even though she casts doubt in her overall success.  And here it comesâŚ
HOLY CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT!!!
DrabblesâŚ
Happy (to Cabe): Speaking of shacking up, isnât that the cutie thatâs hot for your booty? (pause) Oh, man, Iâm starting to sound like Toby. đđđđđ
Cabe has been spending too much time around these geniuses.  He couldnât even catch the hint from Allie! đđđđđ
Sly: For Cabe, I will catch [a snake] with my bare hands. (turns to Happy) I got to borrow your pliers to pick up the snake. đđđđđđđđđđ
The look on Walterâs face when he realizes that he must get naked to complete the task at handâŚÂ đđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđ
Walter and Paige trying to sneak peeks at each other⌠#scandalous đđđđđđđđ
The sexual innuendos in the Waige hydrogen sulfide capture scene⌠ROTFLMAO!!! đđđđđđđđđđđđđđđ So much stimulation and yet no fingers were involved! đđđ Somebody come pick me up off the floor!  I have to go back to work! Â
That little quip about Quintis kissesâŚÂ đđđđđđ
The Hawaiian shirts⌠adorable fashion disaster! đđđ
The whole dialogue when Walter and Paige get made⌠cantaloupes and weiners, anyone?!! đđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđ
Toby throws the tissue box at Cabe at the top of the episode and gets hit with one by Paige at the end.  Love the comedic prop link! đđđ
Kudos to wardrobe again! Â Love Paigeâs blouse and Happyâs plaid shirt. đđđžđđž
Kudos to makeup for their work on Robert Patrick the episode! đđžđđž
Kudos to the Scorpion writers for another all-time favorite! đđžđđž
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And then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like 'totally on our terms': NAFTA under a cloud
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And then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like âI love youâ
â C. Carson Parks, from the 1967 hit song Somethinâ Stupid, performed by Frank and Nancy Sinatra
Totally on our terms
â President Donald Trump, from his hit 2018 leaked off-the-record interview with Bloomberg News
NAFTA talks resume today under a cloud, raising the question of whatâs better for Canada: no deal or a âsomewhat worseâ one.
There are benefits to Canada in the two-way deal struck between the U.S. and Mexico, analysts say.
But the question of whatâs best for Canada is hanging out there after negotiators from Ottawa and Washington failed to reach a deal by what was said to be Fridayâs deadline to join the pact that would overhaul the North American free-trade agreement.
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Canada and the U.S. are divided. As The Globe and Mailâs Steven Chase, Robert Fife and Ian Bailey report, Prime Minister Justin Trudeau stressed Tuesday he will not agree to kill NAFTAâs dispute-settlement process or do anything that doesnât shelter Canadian media from foreign ownership.
A quick recap:
President Donald Trump threatened to slap crippling tariffs on Canadian auto exports if the two sides canât agree, and told Congress Friday he plans to push ahead with the U.S.-Mexico deal, though he added that Ottawa is working hard to strike an agreement.
And, oops, in an off-the-record interview that was leaked Friday, Mr. Trump said a new agreement would be âtotally on our terms,â and that he was dangling the auto tariff threat over the heads of Foreign Affairs Minister Chrystia Freeland and her team.
(Hereâs what Bank of Montreal chief economist Douglas Porter said about that: âTrump continually wielded the cudgel of âCarmaggedonâ over Canada [last] week, stating that âthe easiest thing we can do is tariff their cars.â Itâs unclear whatâs more obnoxious about that statement â the casual economic threat against a long-time friend and neighbour, or using âtariffâ as a verb.â)
Mr. Trump continued to push that theme on the weekend, warning on Twitter that âif we donât make a fair deal for the U.S. after decades of abuse, Canada will be out,â and that Congress should keep its nose out of it.
Thatâs where things stand as Canada and the U.S. go back at it today.
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Foreign Affairs Minister Chrystia Freeland
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âThe problem is that, unlike in most negotiations, no deal will probably not mean that the status quo remains intact,â said Stephen Brown, the senior Canada economist at Capital Economics.
âInstead, Canada seems to have the choice between no NAFTA (plus the risk of auto tariffs) and a somewhat worse NAFTA. A somewhat worse NAFTA is likely to be the better option.â
Chapter 19 provisions mean Canada, the U.S. and Mexico can seek a panel of independent lawyers to arbitrate disputes, and âif Canada capitulates, it will find it harder to oppose any anti-dumping measures the U.S. imposes on commodity imports,â Mr. Brown said.
âBut Chapter 19 has proved to be a pretty ineffective tool in preventing, for example, tariffs against softwood lumber,â he added.
âSo its benefits seem smaller than the Canadian government claims. Ultimately, the negative effects of a somewhat worse agreement would be small and spread over a long time.â
But Mr. Trump taking the ânuclear optionâ of killing NAFTA would hit Canada hard and fast.
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BMOâs Mr. Porter didnât wade into a debate over whatâs best, but did cite in a report âsome potential positivesâ for Ottawa in the deal between the Americans and Mexicans, notably âsome serious concessionsâ on autos by the latter.
âThere were also some parts that Canada likely isnât thrilled about handing over without some give in return from the U.S., including extended patent protection on drugs, longer copyrights, and the ramped-up de minimis limits,â he added.
Andrew Kenningham, chief global economist and Mr. Brownâs colleague at Capital Economics, warned about âoverinterpretingâ every development in what has become a global trade war.
âIn particular, we doubt that the U.S.-Mexico accord means that wider trade tensions will dissipate,â Mr. Kenningham, said
âFor a start, talks between the U.S. and Canada have not been concluded, and there are legislative hurdles to cross,â he added.
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Poloz holds the line
The Bank of Canada is starting to put some of its demons to rest, while others continue to plague the outlook.
As The Globe and Mailâs Barrie McKenna reports, the central bank held its key overnight ready at 1.5 per cent today, though it still said rates will be âwarrantedâ down the line.
Economists had expected governor Stephen Poloz, senior deputy Carolyn Wilkins and their colleagues to hold steady today, and move again in October.
As for its demons, the central bank said the housing market is âbeginning to stabilize as households adjust to higher interest rates and changes in housing policies.â As well, borrowing has âmoderatedâ and the debt burden among households is starting to inch down.
Ah, but then thereâs trade.
âElevated trade tensions remain a key risk to the global outlook and are pulling some commodity prices lower,â the Bank of Canada said in its statement.
But âwhile uncertainty about trade policies continues to weigh on businesses, the rotation of demand towards business investment and exports is proceeding. Despite choppiness in the data, both business investment and exports have been growing solidly for several quarters.â
It added that it is monitoring the NAFTA talks closely.
Bank of Canada senior deputy governor Carolyn Wilkins and Governor Stephen Poloz
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âDiscretion is the better part of valour, so a Bank of Canada potentially only days away from getting some clarity on NAFTA was wise enough to defer the next rate move until that news was at hand,â said CIBC World Markets chief economist Avery Shenfeld.
âAn October rate hike looks highly likely if, as we expect, we have the makings of a NAFTA deal by then,â he added.
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