#.muse [beth]

[bdutton]

[unrclypirxte]

"Pretty please, with a cherry on top?"

Thanks to the lovely @ziorre for bringing them to life!! ♥️

[thatsrightice]

Crosby had an older sister by the name of Beth Louise who was two years older than him. She passed away from Diphtheria at the age of seven amidst the terrible Diphtheria endemic that killed tens of thousands of people, primarily children, each year in the 1920s.

So what if Crosby doesn’t handle Bubbles being sick very well? What if the doctors and nurses wouldn’t let Crosby into the base hospital because they didn’t want anyone else to get sick, reminding Crosby of how they wouldn’t let him see his sister in the hospital before she passed away? Of course Bubbles wasn’t anywhere near as sick as Crosby’s sister had been, but maybe he wasn’t thinking rationally after he got back from the mission to Trondheim. It’s not like he’d eaten anything in close to 24 hours and with all the sweating and airsickness from the mission I’m sure he was severely dehydrated himself.

[beth-purcell]

The Ink Demonth: Regret

The consequences of one's actions are rarely affecting just themselves, so it's often a source of regret when the chaos happens, and your options are limited to just bearing witness to it...

Beth ranting and rambling ahead, so I'll put it under a cut so you can ignore, but this one has thoughts and feels regarding the fandom.

I got to admit that it's incredibly frustrating as a fan of this series to not only witness the tomfoolery of the Dev Team, but also the tomfoolery of the fan base who despite being given every opportunity to stop while their ahead and told point-blank the consequences of continuing with their goals, they seemed bound and determined to play chicken with companies that are well within their right to smite them and have done so multiple times before. And the bigger issue is that it won't just be the individual that gets affected when the consequences come around, and we all have to suffer, whether it be through harsher fan content policies, a change in what's considered canon, or just deciding that Bendy as an IP is not worth the monetary risk and scrap it all, among many other nasty possibilities.

And I also know that this problem is only going to get worse as newer games come out and the team keeps flip-flopping on what they want Bendy to be. Because I can lay money that if Bendy: The Cage does even the tiniest bit poorly, there will be such a pivot, you'd think we were at a dance studio instead of an animation one.

[pageslearntothink]

New fic coming soon: Bodyguard AU

[aerospectrum]

this is purely rambling for a canon divergent headcanon for jamie’s backstory that I needed to set free but I’m trying to save the dash sanity with a readmore

semi-inspired by this

It’s a quarter past 10pm when Jamie gets up from his desk. He paces the oversized office, pausing at the window to stare out at the empty car stalls lining the street. This isn’t home; this isn’t even life and certainly not one he ever really wanted. 

He sets his permissions badge on the stack of files placed neatly on the corner of his desk. He stares at the half cold cup of coffee he brewed not twenty minutes earlier that ripples with every footstep he takes towards it. This isn’t what he wants. 

He doesn’t want to spend the rest of his life living under the thumb of a neglectful father who’s never shied away from announcing his disappointment in who he was or who he was becoming. He can’t stand under the weight of his failures and he doesn’t think he can survive knowing his younger sister’s words were never wrong; the more he became what John wanted the more John hated him. He can’t live with knowing she’s right. He can’t and he won’t. 

There’s a guilt that peels away at his reserve every chance it gets. Beth’s retaliation for his role in destroying her own chances at bringing life into the world eats away at him more than anything. Her constant threats to kill him; to annihilate him off the face of any map that he lingers on sit heavy on the side of things he can’t reconcile. There’s a damage he’s inflicted on her that no amount of regret will ever undo— they were teenagers, terrified of their father’s rage, but still… he didn’t tell her. He didn’t even warn her. He walked her into that clinic knowing they’d take her future from her. He hates himself everyday for it, but he’s never been able to let her know that. And even if she did know, it wouldn’t be enough and she’d spare the energy to beat it into him even deeper than it was: his self-loathing wasn’t enough. 

He feels stripped of his humanity within the Dutton household. He doesn’t belong and he knows in this moment that he never did. He wants to, he’s desperate to. It’s not even about whether he’s blood related or not- there’s something intrinsically wrong within him, he’s reached a brokenness that can’t be returned for a do-over. He doesn’t belong. This isn’t the life he imagined. It never was. 

Maybe it really is nature versus nurture. Maybe he was always going to be some sort of monster the way his biological father was. He should’ve told Kayce that it was his own father who set up the hit on everyone- sparing him for whatever reason, Jamie would never know. He wishes he’d told Kayce. He wishes he’d done everything differently. He wishes he could call him and say goodbye, but Kayce’s gentle understanding would be too harsh a punishment for what Jamie knows he deserves. So he leaves every part of himself behind in that office. 

For a long time he ponders over what John views him as, he tries to decipher what constitutes as cowardice and what counts as growth. He sets his suit jacket and tie down on the back of the chair and slowly unbuttons the collared shirt. sliding the expensive fabric off he throws it in a heap beside the dress pants and shoes. The exposure of cold air to his skin makes his arms bristle and the hair at the nape of his neck stands. He redresses slowly; contemplating leaving a note the entire time. He can’t bring himself to explain anything. He doesn’t want to. He wants to leave no trace of himself. 

He pulls the dark green shirt on, it’s scratchy and almost threadbare, then he slides the mixed shades of auburn plaid on top of it. His jeans are loose and sink against the abrupt curve of his hipbones and the work boots are worn to a comfortable bend, coated with dirt and earth that’s older than him. He sets his cell phones on the ID and permissions badges and stares at the blank screens. He had his numbers disconnected earlier in the day; he recalls the jovial tone he used with the agent; her laughter at his jokes at deciding to live off the grid that were actually real all along. Disappearing wasn’t a trick for the neglected, but rather a way of life.

Jamie takes the thick packet slapped with some fancy government seal and warning about how the unlawful theft of it was a punishable crime. He roughly stuffs it into the backpack and slings it over his shoulder. “All I’ve ever done is try to protect this family.” He says to the empty office space, lingering at the doorway he turns to look around, trying to engrave the memory of it all one last time. He clicks the switch to the lights off and heads out the back stairwell, where the hall at the end spits him out into the empty parking lot. 

There’s a haunting nostalgia that sweeps through his veins and makes his bones creak with an ache that he can’t shake. Each step takes him further than he’s ever thought to go. 

The roads are silent, the wind howls against him, whistling against the asphalt and matching up with his rhythmic inhaling and exhaling. It’s almost sunrise when a truck comes barreling down the dusty side road he’s been on for hours. 

“Where ya headed?” The friendly voice calls out. It’s warm and gruff and reminds him of his father for a split second. He has to think it over for a beat longer than he should’ve, the impatient tap of the man’s hands against his steering wheel pulls Jamie’s focus back to the moment. 

“Somewhere far… out of state.” He scrounges the answer up as best as he can; he feels like luck is on his side with how easily his identity slides under the radar. 

He traveled all across the states after the first ride. Each time he’d invent a new idea for himself. He grew his hair long, no longer needing to plaster it down to his head or keep it trimmed and under control for the office image or his families public presence. Sometimes he’d grow a beard and hide behind the disguise of dirt and little sleep. His missing status was difficult at the start; every once in a while a lone driver would offer him and ride and stare at him like he was a ghost. Then it would click and they’d begin to pry, asking him if he knew he was the missing AG or ask him if he needed help back to Montana. They were always well meaning, but he’d brush it off and insist he was nothing more than an intensely familiar doppelgänger. Or he’d lie through his teeth and create an elaborate backstory for why he was traveling. They’d eat it up and drop him off where he needed and he’d leave before they could contact any sort of law enforcement officials about his whereabouts. 

Nearly five years passed before people stopped recognizing him. His thick black hair had gotten long and taken on a salt and pepper hue, coupled with the facial hair he blended into his surroundings well enough that he’d started to put roots down. He even let himself come out of a metaphoric closet he’d been forced into as a young teen and for once, he was happy, genuinely happy.

He frequented a bar near the river and had become close friends with most of the bartenders there. Sometimes they’d try to work their way into his past, but he’d learned how to decipher their tricks and he cultivated a good enough backstory that they’d buy it and even seem willing to let it be the part of his past he didn’t want to talk about. They never tried to tempt him with any sort of bait and switch tactics; they’d just listen and offer advice. He was slowly finding his own identity and becoming someone he felt ok with being. 

It was early in the evening when his phone lit up on the tabletop, an unknown number. He laughs at something the bartender says to him and grabs the small device out of habit. His smile is warm and it finally reaches his eyes. It’s a type of happiness he only felt when he was a young teen and his mother would tell him he was the luckiest decision she got to make. Before she died. Before his father let it be known through his actions that the land was his true love. Before Beth and him became insufferable mortal enemies. Before, before, before…

He doesn’t know why he answered it. It’s probably an old muscle memory that rears up from his political law days. He slides the screen to answer followed by a grimace at his stupidity. “Hello?” He asks and his heart drops deep into his stomach when she speaks back. 

“You’re a hard one to find.” 

“How did you get this number?”

“I’m coming to get you… you’re coming back.”

“Goodbye, Beth.” He hangs up the phone and the bartender notices how his smile has fallen, replaced with a guilt she only ever sees hardened criminals and people running from a past they can’t escape swimming in. 

[fat-hedonistic-hogs]

After a modification, the Omnitrix gained a function to get Beth and others near her pregnant with different aliens rather than just transforming her. Unfortunately, this has resulted in her gaining a new addiction to being a baby factory...

She already went through motherhood as a necrofriggian... turns out maternal instincts are one of the few things in the universe capable of overriding the omnitrix's failsafe.

And as the weilder of one of the greatest inventions in the universe it's her duty to help with species conservation. Endangered species and rare beings...

Though the new settings do have some issues one being she now has a pregnancy area of effect whenever she transforms with it on... she transforms into an alien? BOOM! Everyone gets preggers.

[plaidandwhiskey]

new HOZIER MUSIC

it’s finally on Spotify oh my god

[wexarethewalkingxdead]

What Dog Breed Are You?

Siberian Husky

No matter how old you get, you will always play like a puppy! You have a real zest for life and spend most your time either having adventures or planning your next one. Plus, you’re straight-up stunning – possibly one of the most photogenic doggos out there!

Cavalier King Charles Spaniel

Loyal, caring and patient – you are a true sweetheart! You are a sensitive soul with a loving, gentle nature. Being a true lap dog, you are very affectionate and give the best snuggles!

German Shepherd

You’re one sleek, confident and courageous pup! You’re highly intelligent and genuinely love helping others. You are most admired for your fiercely loyal and protective nature – you always put other’s needs above your own.

Greyhound

You are one gentle and sweet-tempered companion with an independent spirit! Despite your natural athletic talents, at heart, you are a true couch potato who is happiest chillin’ at home with your family. Given your quiet and thoughtful nature, you have wisdom well beyond your years!

German Shepherd

You’re one sleek, confident and courageous pup! You’re highly intelligent and genuinely love helping others. You are most admired for your fiercely loyal and protective nature – you always put other’s needs above your own.

Golden Retriever

Outgoing, friendly, and oh so popular, you are a true sweetheart! With all that energy and love to give, you hate spending time away from your family. You have the best intentions and only want everyone to be happy. Something about you makes people smile!

Fox Terrier

Smart, independent and strong-willed! You are best known for your lively, outgoing personality and inquisitive mind. You love to keep busy and can be prone to mischief – it’s never a dull moment with you around!

Greyhound

You are one gentle and sweet-tempered companion with an independent spirit! Despite your natural athletic talents, at heart, you are a true couch potato who is happiest chillin’ at home with your family. Given your quiet and thoughtful nature, you have wisdom well beyond your years!

German Shepherd

You’re one sleek, confident and courageous pup! You’re highly intelligent and genuinely love helping others. You are most admired for your fiercely loyal and protective nature – you always put other’s needs above your own.

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[bdutton]

[unrclypirxte]

Scene Prompts! — ACCEPTING

@t-errifier said: loose ends. you thought you killed them! but there's the sender, walking your way. / beth !

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Killer clown — a tad CLICHÉ, right? Beth was having fun telling him that, calling him Pennywise and John Wayne Gacey ( he seemed happy about that! ) . Honestly, she was having FUN at the start. The jokes, the blood, the vague torture-murder thing.

She didn't quite know if he was trying to torture or kill, but that was neither here nor there.

Of the same ilk, she thought. Moreso when he turned on her. And yes, she would've done the same. Didn't make her any less annoyed by it. A good thing ruined. OH WELL.

She left his lifeless body with dripping hands, heaving breaths, and an axe wedged into his neck. She came away not unscathed, but injuries she could manage. Rook ensured that. She limped away, out of the room and into the adjacent hall.

She leaned against the wall, scowled at the mess on her hands and the ache in her muscles, and for a while she stood there. Staring at her hands. The blood. The mess. Viscera. Huh. She didn't notice the cut right th—

A horn caught her attention, ears pricking at the shrill sound. She pushed off of the wall and spun on her heels, eyes widening at the sight. Her mouth fell open for a moment, closing only when she managed to blink.

Pennywise indeed.

"Oh." Was all she could muster for a moment. Then, she smiled, something that reached her eyes. Going out on my own terms. "Is...is it my turn to die now, mate?"

[thatsrightice]

Crosby being punished by his parents for crying but it was literally his sisters funeral and he was FIVE

[fortitudina]

"You know when I find myself in the position of therapist? This family is fucked." ~ Beth Dutton

[userm4x]

so sorry to anyone who followed me for max content because my stream of consciousness has just been daniel recently 🔥🐧