#Angela Sprinkle

[movie-pirate]

[hipsternumbertwo]

Some things to look forward to? (Help decipher this)

Every Episode – Monologue, Expert ?, City of the Week, Hot Goss, Chanse jumps over a car, Sketches/Commercials, Character Call in ?, Musical Guest ?

Recurring – Cover Stories, Weird Product ? , Man on the Street, Fan Comments ?, Debate, Today I'm Mad About ?, ???, ???

 Sporadic – ???, ???, ???, Debrief From ? , Day Jobs, Reunions, Find a Culprit, Couples Therapy, ???, Movie Stunts ?

One Off- ???, ???, Game Show ?, What would you do ?, Talent Show ?

Topics – Energy Drinks, Situationships, Scams, Cults (Silly), Famous Beef, ???, Fanfiction?

Elements: Teleprompter Game ?, Personal News ?

Tone: Youtube/Internet, Characters

*? means "it looks like that word, missing a word", ??? means "I gave up, figure it out"

Special thanks to @gazebo-components for helping out! :)

*Reddit deleted the post relating to this so I'm thinking this is really real. Thank goodness the social team forgot Tumblr still exists ignores Tumblr.

[ilikemicrowaves]

Art I made while in the looney bin. I couldn't use ANY PENCILS. It was a nightmare. But it did help me practice traditional art with no backspace or eraser so it fun. I was experimenting with character design most of the time and mini concepts for my fop fic.

Drawings I made once I got out v

I was SO RELIEVED to have a pencil again. I swear as soon as I got my hands on my favorite drawing pencil a Shockwave went through the air or something it was fucking bliss. I plan to digitalize most of these.

[buckleysdee]

the joint jlh🤝kenny choi acting masterclass we're gonna get tomorrow

[florida3exclamationpoints]

AWWWW there's a new side plot in 3x12 where Pam won an art contest and had to wait to tell Jim and he was soooo cute and excited when she told him 🥺

[whilstiveputdownthisfic]

5:39 pm est Tuesday December 3 2024

[amiableness]

Dad!James Potter x Bsf!Reader ☼ 1036 words | briefly 18+, and thank you to @moonpascal for your thoughts and ideas!

series masterlist ; main masterlist

You only agreed to go to the pub because James seemed keen, but in all honesty, you’d much rather be tangled up in his bedsheets with him. Slipping into a dress that hugged you perfectly and dabbing on a pretty red lip was a definite perk, though. 

This was one of your first outings with your friends now that James and you were officially together. Telling your friends had caused quite a scene. Marlene’s excitement was so loud you half-wondered if your hearing would ever be the same, while Lily, genuinely happy for you, seemed like she might tear up any second.

The pub is buzzing with chatter and clinking glasses as you settle into a cozy corner with your friends. James has his arm draped casually around your shoulders, his thumb absentmindedly tracing circles on your skin. 

You’re lost in thought, your mind drifting to Henry and wondering how he’s doing with the babysitter. You know he’s probably fine—he always lights up when Angela’s around—but it still feels strange not being the one there with him. Sure, it means you get a night out with James, but part of you can’t help missing those quiet nights with Henry, just the two of you.

You’re so lost in thought that you don’t even notice the man approaching the table. He claps Sirius and Remus, both of whom have their backs to him, on the shoulder with a bit too much enthusiasm. Remus flinches, startled, while Sirius practically leaps out of his seat.

“Boys!” he calls out, a cheery smile on his face, and you can tell he’s been drinking a tad too much. “Long time no see, mates.”

“Colin!” James lights up, his grin matching the man’s excitement. You barely recognize him—maybe you’ve seen him in old photos with James and the boys, but it’s clear they haven’t kept in touch much since school. “How’ve you been?”

Colin launches into a debrief about his life after school. And the boys listen and sprinkle in a few comments to show they’re listening. Marlene meets your eye and fakes a yawn, which makes you smile. You weren’t listening all that much, either.

“Wait!” You glance up at Colin’s sharp exclamation and realize he’s looking at you. “You’re Henry’s mum!”

Without thinking, you smile and nod. If you hadn’t had those two drinks, you might have hesitated and weighed your words more carefully. But in your heart, you already considered yourself Henry’s mum—James had even told you that Henry called you that when they were alone. The only thing missing was Henry saying it to your face. “Yeah,” you say softly, a warmth spreading in your chest. “I am.”

James nearly knocks over his drink, freezing mid-reach as your words sink in. His eyes widen in surprise, and the usual confident grin falters, leaving him completely flustered. Sirius and Remus exchange an amused glance, barely containing their smirks at how thoroughly you’ve caught him off guard.

He knew you hadn’t wanted to go out tonight. The way you’d flashed him that pouty lip when he mentioned the group plans and how you’d been invited—it had almost broken him. Now, as he sat here, he was wishing he’d caved and stayed in with you. 

But then, he wouldn’t have heard you call yourself Henry’s mum.

He hardly hears the conversation happening between you and Colin. Instead, he’s lost in thoughts of making you his wife and giving Henry a sibling—or maybe two or three. His mind flashes with images of you, stomach full and swollen. He likes the idea of everyone knowing how well he’d fucked you. So pretty and so full of him. His throat feels dry, and the last place he wants to be is in this pub. He wants to be home, burying himself inside of you as you beg him to make you a mum.

He stands up abruptly, the chair squeaking as it scrapes against the floor, propelled back with surprising force. All eyes turn toward him, curiosity etched on their faces as he reaches for your purse, which hangs off the back of your chair.

“I’ve forgotten that our babysitter has to go by midnight.” James rushes out. “We have to get home.” 

Colin doesn’t seem to notice James’ sudden urgency, but you do, your brow furrowing as you catch his impatient glance. She didn’t have to leave by midnight—James had told you both that the night would stretch longer. Still, when he stands and extends his hand to you, you take it without hesitation. Your goodbyes to Colin and the others are rushed, barely uttered, before James is already tugging you out of the pub, his grip firm as if he can’t wait another second to get you alone.

“Jamie, what is going on?” You ask as you step into the cool night air, the door slamming shut behind you and effectively cutting off the lively chatter of the pub.

“Fuck, do you know what hearing you call yourself Henry’s mum did to me?” He rasps out your name, and the tone of his voice sends a thrill through you—it’s unmistakably filled with desire. You reach his parked car, and he sharply flings open the door for you, the sudden movement catching you off guard. 

You stand there, fully aware that he’s waiting for you to get in, but you don’t move. Instead, you watch him closely, taking in every detail. His cheeks are flushed, and his breathing is uneven, revealing just how much your comment has affected him. The anticipation hangs between you, thick and electric, and you revel in the power you have over him in this moment.

“Baby, get in the car. Please,” He nearly begs, “I can’t wait any longer.”

“You don’t want me in the car?” You tease, the flirtation in your voice almost sending him over the edge. You can see the effect it has on him by the way he inhales sharply, his eyes fluttering shut as if he’s trying to regain control.

“I’m trying to be a gentleman, which means getting you home so I can take you in our bed,” He breathes out. “Get in the car.”

You don’t need any more convincing after that.

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[lilac-hecox]

Smosh Cast As Desserts

I saw a post on Reddit that had some of the Smosh cast as desserts. I promptly showed @xxmoonch1ldxx the choices for Ian and Anthony and Viktor said, "Wait, what about ____" and thus the idea for this post was born*

Also including help by sweet Kalli <3

If you don't agree I'd love to see your post with what you think! And this is all just for sillies and fun!

Ian Hecox - Matcha Cake

Anthony Padilla - Black Forest Cake

Amanda Lehan-Canto - Tiramisu

Angela Giarratana - Cannoli

Chanse McCrary- Creme Brulee Cheesecake

Shayne Topp- Vanilla Ice Cream With Rainbow Sprinkles

Courtney Miller- Hummingbird Cake

Damien Haas- Blackberry Cobbler

Spencer Agnew- Mountain Dew Baja Blast Gelato

Tommy Bowe- Bananas Foster

Arasha Lalani- Macaroons

Trevor Evarts- Croquembouche

[mellowsadistic]

Couples Therapy - Part 4

Once they were through the front door, Daddy started taking her clothes off. She was a nakie girl when she was in the house, Angela knew. A silly nakie girl, except for her diaper. She had to wear that all the time unless Daddy was changing her or giving her a bath.

Eric pulled her frock up and over her head, letting her bare boobies spill out. She didn’t wear bras. Those were for big girls. She fidgeted impatiently while he slid her shoes and socks off her feet, playing absent-mindedly with her tits.

“There we go, sweetie,” he cooed. “All done.”

Angela giggled happily, but the moment she took a step further into the house, she felt a dizzying sense of vertigo, and there was a sudden weakness in her knees. She looked at her husband, confused.

“You’re too high up, sweetie. Remember what we discussed in therapy?”

Angela nodded as understand came to her. She needed to look up to him. She got down on her hands and knees, her bare breasts handing down like udders, her wet nappy hanging between her thighs. She looked up at him, blushing when she saw the smile on his face, the satisfied glint in his eyes. Her face burned with humiliation, but it also felt right. This was where she belonged. Stupid baby. Dumb bitch.

Her husband leaned down and patted her firmly on her bottom. “Time to crawl, sweetie. Crawl to the living room.”

She set off, crawling awkwardly on her hands and knees, feeling utterly ridiculous. Daddy walked slowly behind her. She could feel his eyes on her rear, and her pussy wettened. She hoped he would tug down her diaper and fuck her like the cheap whore she was. She wasn’t sure why, but she knew she was a nasty skank who never said no. She was a dirty girl.

Once she reached the middle of the living room, Daddy smacked her bottom again. “Hold still, sweetie. Your nappy needs changing.”

Angela rolled onto her back submissively. Her breasts wobbled alluringly on her chest while Daddy prepared the changing supplies. She shoved her thumb into her mouth and started sucking on it wetly, drooling down her chin. Messy girl.

Daddy undid the tapes of her diaper with a loud snapping sound and pulled down the front. Then he lifted her legs into the air by her ankles and started wiping her wet pussy. She wiggled in place, moaning around her thumb while he stroked her no-no spot with a baby wipe. Dirty girl.

“Hold still, wiggly worm,” he chuckled, smacking her sharply on her upturned rump yet again.

She squealed but did her best to lie still while Daddy finished wiping her clean. He slipped a fresh, dry, fluffy nappy under her bottom and sprinkled her liberally with baby powder, just like he’d done the night before. Just like he’d done in the therapist’s office earlier that day while she’d been glued to the bright, shiny tablet. He taped her up, and helped her to her knees. She didn’t need to be any higher when she was in the house. And in any case, this was the perfect height. The perfect height for… for…

Daddy stood up. Then he undid his fly and pulled out his cock.

For a moment, Angela felt sick. She didn’t do blowjobs. That was one of her rules, wasn’t it? What was the point if she wasn’t getting any pleasure out of it? Blowjobs were horrible and demeaning and disgusting.

But then her mind started to feel fuzzy again. Silly girl. Dumb bitch. That was the old Angela. She stared at Daddy’s cock and realised she was drooling. She needed to suck. Good girls liked to suck, and she was a good girl. She needed something in her mouth at all times; her thumb, her toes, her pacifier, and best of all, Daddy’s cock. Stupid baby. If she didn’t have something to suck on she’d cry! She could already feel it building up inside her, a horrible emptiness that she needed to fill.

She leant forwards to take him into her mouth, and he grabbed the back of her head and forced his cock down her throat. She gagged and sputtered, drooling even more down her chin, but Daddy didn’t let up. He face-fucked her viciously, pulling her hair and pumping his cock between her lips.

“I’ll have those pumped up,” he grunted. “Your lips. Okay Angela? You’re going to have a pair of thick, dick-sucking lips. And I’ll book you in to get your tits done as well. The doctor says he knows someone who’ll do it, the same one who did his own little girl. I’m sure you’ll look perfect with a ridiculous bimbo rack.”

Angela moaned around his cock. She didn’t want filler in her lips, or silicon in her tits, but if that’s what Daddy wanted then that’s what she’d become. Good girls never said no.

Daddy’s pumping became faster and faster. “You’re getting exactly what you deserve, Angela. You’re going to be my little. Bimbo. Baby!” With the final word, he pulled out of her mouth and came all over her face.

Angela gasped for air and shut her eyes as his cum spattered across her cheeks, her nose, her mouth, even her hair. Her princess parts burned needily, but Angela knew her own pleasure didn’t matter anymore. She was just a dumb bitch, and Daddy got to use her however he liked.

Daddy got himself cleaned up while Angela lay on the floor, breathing heavily. After a while, she got to her knees blearily. Daddy’s cum was still on her face. She was about to wipe it off when something stopped her. She was a messy girl. A dim-witted smile spread over her face, and she giggled. She liked being messy. Dirty girl. But there was something else she needed to do, something that would make her even messier.

Grinning stupidly, the twenty-seven-year-old woman thrust her padded bottom out behind her and started grunting and straining to mess her diaper while her husband looked down at her, smirking.

“Poo-poo!” Angela screeched, with no concept of an inside voice. Something told her she had to let Daddy know what she was doing, and little girls like her didn’t care if they made too much noise. “Makin’ poo-poo, Dada!”

He laughed, and she giggled along with him even though she didn’t get what was funny. Dumb bitch, she thought. Stupid baby. She grunted loudly and pooped her pants, making the seat of her nappy bulge out behind her. Even though she was happy, her face was scarlet with shame. She knew on some level that she was supposed to be an adult woman, that what she was doing was disgusting and babyish, but she didn’t know what else she could do. Grown-ups used the potty, but she was too stupid for that. She just had to go in her pants like the dumb baby she was.

Eventually she finished dirtying her diaper, and she stared vacantly up at Daddy. She was still down on her knees. He looked so high up. So much higher than she was. His rightful place above her. He smiled down at her, and she grinned back at him, a line of drool dripping down onto her bare tits, cum on her face and dribble down her chin, and a stinky nappy sagging heavily between her legs. Her rightful place. She shoved her thumb into her mouth again. She felt a little funny in her head, as if somewhere in the back of her mind, a voice was screaming at her that this was wrong. But the feeling went away the moment Daddy tickled her under the chin. She giggled happily.

“I think you’re finally done,” he said. “You’ve lost your big-girl privileges forever, Angela. You’re just a big dumb baby now. Okay, sweetie?”

Angela popped her thumb out of her mouth. “’kay, Dada!”

“Good girl. I think I’ll give your friends a call and see if any of them are available to babysit you. Would you like that, sweetie? Would you like your friends to feed you and play with you and change your dirty diapers while I go out and hook up with girls?”

Angela nodded, giggling and cooing happily at the pleasant tone of his voice.

“I thought you would,” he said, smiling. He took out her phone. “Now which of your friends should Daddy call first?”

Angela wasn’t listening. She was too busy blowing raspberries and giggling at the way her full nappy swung heavily between her legs when she wiggled her bum-bum.

Her Daddy chuckled, patted his mentally reduced wife on her bottom, and started scrolling through her contacts.

The End

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[x--daughters-of-darkness--x]

The 100 songs that changed metal (by Metal Hammer)

74. Within Temptation – Ice Queen (Mother Earth, 2000)

In the 90s, symphonic metal was more a glittering garnish than a scene in itself, something bands from Therion to Celtic Frost would sprinkle on their music to make it sparkle. And while the genre would start coming together into something more tangible towards the end of the decade, it wasn’t until a few years later that a song would emerge to put symphonic metal on the map.

That song was Within Temptation’s Ice Queen. A complete volte-face from the gothic doom of the Dutch metallers’ 1997 debut, Enter, it appeared on the follow-up, Mother Earth, in a flurry of lavish arrangements and fairytale histrionics. Buoyed by vocalist Sharon den Adel’s crystalline voice, it pushed metal towards a new frontier, quickly whipping up a buzz in mainland Europe. Ice Queen can take credit for being symphonic metal’s first major hit, pushing women to the forefront and influencing a brand new generation of bands.

81. Evanescence – Bring Me To Life (Fallen, 2003)

Evanescence’s debut single, Bring Me To Life, turned vocalist Amy Lee into a megastar. Arriving in 2003, when mainstream music was dominated by hyper-masculine men and overly sexualised pop stars, with her billowing long skirts, corset tops, arm socks and steely self-confidence, Amy redefined what a female artist could be, becoming a role model for millions of misfits and dreamers everywhere.

Despite its crunchy guitars and a rapped verse, courtesy of 12 Stones’ Paul McCoy – which Amy has since said she was forced to add by their label – Bring Me To Life’s cobwebby, goth fragility also brought something fresh to nu metal’s dick-swinging party, extending the mainstream’s flirtation with the genre for a little longer – as of 2019, it’s sold more than 3 million copies and has passed more than a billion streams on YouTube and Spotify.

82. Arch Enemy – We Will Rise (Anthems Of Rebellion, 2003)

We Will Rise was a huge song, not only for Arch Enemy but for the new generation of 21st-century melodic death metal they spearheaded. Guitarist Michael Amott had already laid down the melodeath blueprints with Carcass, while Arch Enemy themselves had already made three albums with singer Johan Liiva, but neither they nor anyone else had made an anthem quite like this.

As well as propelling the genre as a whole to greater heights and popularity, it provided a bigger platform for Angela Gossow – a hugely influential figure and one of the first prominent female vocalists to not only try but absolutely nail an extreme metal style. “Her emergence as a metal vocalist was, without hyperbole, revolutionary,” Svalbard’s Serena Cherry told us recently, and we’re not arguing.

84. Nightwish – Nemo (Once, 2004)

Nightwish didn’t invent symphonic metal, but alongside peers Within Temptation and Epica, they popularised it and packaged it to the masses. By 2004, the Finns had already established themselves as a major player in Europe, but with the sumptuous Nemo, they broke through on an unprecedented level.

No longer a niche concern in the geeky corners of the metal world, symphonic metal, in all its lavish, overwrought glory revelled under a global spotlight. Nemo’s fantastical magic, sparkling piano refrain and stirring melody has endured – it’s still the band’s best-known song – but its lasting image comes via its gothic music video, and then-singer Tarja Turunen singing in the snow in a blood-red coat. Nemo showed metal at its most fragile and beautiful.

95. Babymetal – Gimme Chocolate!! (Babymetal, 2014)

If elitists were tearing their hair out at the likes of Ghost, Bring Me The Horizon and Limp Bizkit being considered ‘metal’, then they might as well have just reached for the clippers for this one. The sight of three young Japanese girls rocking choreographed moves and singing sugary-sweet, J-pop-infused choruses about chocolate over heavy metal riffs was as shocking as it was delightful.

Babymetal hadn’t just broken the mould for metal, either; they’d given the West a fuller glimpse into the uniquely Japanese phenomenon of idol culture, and given the cutesy world of Kawaii a bigger global platform than ever. Overseen by band mastermind and producer extraordinaire, Key ‘Kobametal’ Kobayashi, Babymetal were unlike anything our world had seen before: equal parts hyper-polished girl band and full-on heavy metal experience, with their mysterious Kami Band backing musicians as formidable as any ‘proper’ metal band you could name.

Cynics moaned, but with the likes of Rob Halford, Metallica and Corey Taylor throwing in their support, the trio quickly transcended their ‘gimmick’ tag to become a legitimate force in the modern metal landscape.

99. Spiritbox – Holy Roller (Eternal Blue, 2022)

Spiritbox were already firmly established as Ones To Watch by the time Holy Roller, the first single from Eternal Blue, exploded like a hand grenade in the summer of 2020. Once those first, colossal riffs rang out, however, it was clear that the Canadian troupe hadn’t just levelled up considerably – they had successfully repositioned themselves as one of the most exciting and vital bands of their generation.

Backed by a memorable video inspired by Ari Aster’s disturbing Midsommar movie, Holy Roller was the perfect crystallisation of the last decade-plus of evolution in metal, packing djent, metalcore, nu metal and more into a massively crushing (but seriously catchy!) three minutes. “This song was never intended to be a single,” explained vocalist Courtney LaPlante later. “Our mission statement was, ‘Let’s make the most ridiculous song that we can.’”

[fiishii]

fish we know you like ayin/benjamin but what other pmoon ships do you like? (batting eyelashes)

Stretches hands (fins) Oh boyy. Well. I don’t actually ship often but I do have some I’m very very very fond of!

For lobcorp I don’t ship many super hard I usually just absorb whatever my other friends ship and I vibe heavy with that. Like aside from A/B ofc I think I personally also like Kali/Carmen.

Same for Ruina. Not much going on in brain. Maybe a sprinkle of Binah/Angela? Perhaps. And the canon couples too. Possibly Emma n’ Noah I just think. They were funny. And underrated. idk.

Thennn there’s Limbus. I will be very honest I really like Demian/Sinclair. Something about freakish being beyond mortal understanding falling into gay romance with world’s most average boy. idk I like that genre. Then Queequeg/Ishmael obviously they are married in every universe if they aren’t the world ends.

But those are mostly because of their book sources so if it came to sinner on sinner pairing I don’t actually enjoy most I am sorry to say. But I like Ryoshu/Faust and sometimes Heathcliff/Hong Lu can be interesting I think?

Most of the times though I just like to think of everyone as best friends forever. (Is the aroace-ness showing yet?)

[pumpkinsy0]

um more hcs for the 2000s au where they live in different countries pretty pretty pretty please with pony and curly shaped sprinkles on top of uhhhh paper that has been cut?

i cant wait to eat paper shreddings w pony and curly shaped sprinkles, THIS is what america was for, not silencing others,,,,,

ALSO QUICK FIX, its not early 2000s, omegle came out in 2009 so this au takes place in like 2009/2010

•ok SO, pony in the us, curly in haiti, this would mean curly didint immigrate!!!never even visited the us, immigrant shepards u do NOT make an apperance😢😢😢at least rn idk

•they met on omegle, pony was just on it to see how the website works and angela gets joy from being on it and forced curly along despite him telling her to get off it

•this au, curly cant speak english that good, or at all rlly, hes going based off ponys vibes, if ponys smiling keep going, if hes not, just stfu😭

•curly was hitting on pony in the omegle chat, not wven a hi, hello, first, and angela was SICK of watching it so she left and pony and curly stayed in that omegle

•soda and darrg knows about them video calling and isnt 100% onboard w it cause they dont know curly, #strangerdanger!!!

•googlr added kreyòl in 2010 as well, so FINALLY at some point pony could better understand pony and they got closer

•but before that, pony would ask darry to translate a sentence in kreyòl (or french) but bc kreyòl ISNT french just similar to it, darry could only take an educated guess in what curly was saying, and tim would translate some sentences from english cause he can kinda speak it

•ik they b ITCHIN to talk to each other, pony will NOTTT let being grounded stop him from talking to that man, he will take his ass to the library and use that computer to email curly if he has to, ponys not a big user of the internet but for curlys theres an exception

•haiti has a lot of parades and curlys a party animal, he has to tell pony he wont b online tonight and ponys always bored those nights</333, but he likes curlys body make up/costumes for em, hes drawn em sometimes!!!

•they send each other gifts from their country!!! they both have shelves of each others gifts in their room and stare at em a lot cause woaw,,,HE touched this,,,

•this version kf pony probably knows the most kreyòl out of the rest of the ponys now that i think about it, he can hold a small convo

•theyre both using the family computer, not only do they have to hide who theyre talking to, but their families r loud and annoying as shit, they could try to have a “date” and they see something going on in the background and its wither funny it its so awkward

[player-1]

While I love that the Head will ignore practically everything screwed up in The City (ie. Lob Corp and post-Library of Ruina), but god forbid a sentient piece of code gets a smidgen of emotions or anyone attempts to bring back the dead with the practically limitless scope of technology the Districts possess...or not paying taxes, that's also a must. But with ongoing dilemma of what Dante is exactly (might count as AI since (forced) memory wipes don't work on him), it's only a matter of time before they send out the big guns for being a walking Taboo. I mean, the Limbus gang found Dante in D CORP, literally a block away from the Big Three and T Corp also being incredibly handsy with any and every clock in their home turf, but I'm pretty sure he's just going through a reverse Angela arc with all the implications sprinkled around. But hey, the parallels are still there so that's neat :)

[bullet-prooflove]

Is it too soon to request something from your Thursday dance party prompt list? If not can you please do either 4,7 or 8 with Tim Bradford whatever one you think will fit the story better thank you so much Donna 😊

Monster!Series:

Part One: Monster - Tim learns the reason you've been keeping your relationship a secret.

Part Two: The Gaslight (NSFW) - Tim tracks you down a month into your leave of absence.

Part Three: Stalemate - Captain Ashmore discovers your relationship with Tim.

Part Four: Foul Play - Ashmore employs another tactic in his hunt for you.

Part Five: Prayer - Tim comes face to face with his worst fear.

Part Six: Control - Ashmore reflects on what happened.

You slip away in the early hours of the morning.

A stroke they tell Tim, from the brain injury.

It’s a crushing blow because for a minute Tim actually thought you were going to make it, that the two of you would get a happy ending.

He puts it together in the aftermath after he hears about the video. He remembers that last night, the one the two of you were together. You’d been tangled up in bed, your bare skin brushing over his.

“I’m tired of this Tim.” You had whispered, your nose trailing along the length of his. “I’m tired of running, of living in fear.”

“Just a little while longer.” He’d promised you, his lips brushing over yours. “Promise me you’ll wait.”

That had been a month ago before Ashmore had found out about your relationship. It only occurs to him now that he never heard you make that promise, that he’d got distracted by other things because your hands had started wandering, your lips following suit.

He realises in his absence that it had gotten too much, and he doesn’t blame you. Ashmore had victimised you all over again and there is only so far you can only push another person before they snap. You had no evidence of his past abuse, except the scars that you wore beneath your clothes.

They’d found the cameras above the front door and in the living room, they were well concealed, not something you’d notice on first glance. By returning to the house last night, you’d been sending up a flare for Ashmore to come and get you, knowing he would drive by the same way he did every night.

The problem was you’d underestimated his rage. You hadn’t seen the look in his eyes when he’d seen the photographs of you and Tim, the vitriol, the violence.

He tells your story at the trial, the shit that Ashmore did to you. The beatings, the threats, the violence. He discusses the scars on your body, the ones he’d traced over in the depths of the night. When he talks about you, it’s with a heavy heart and a monotone voice because he’s been numb since the day you passed away, he doesn’t feel a God damn thing anymore.

He takes a leave of absence after Ashmore is convicted for murder, driving your ashes up the coast to Seattle. The two of you had talked about taking a trip before Ashmore had come back into your life. He still has the handwritten list of the sights you wanted to see tucked away in his wallet.

The Space Needle.

Kubota Garden.

Bainbridge Island.

He tours them all.

He takes the Night Ferry back to the city, sprinkling your ashes into the water as the lights glow in the background. You would have loved this view, he thinks.

He hasn’t shed a tear since that night in the hospital, but he bawls like a baby in his hotel room that evening, pressing his face into the pillow to stifle the noise. There’s emptiness deep inside of him because now you’re gone, and he isn’t sure how he’s supposed to live with that.

He returns to LA three days later to the news that Ashmore was shanked in prison. Your ex-husband barely survives and Tim finds himself glad that he did because he wants the other man to suffer for what he did to you. He wants him to live in terror every single day, to experience the same torture that you did, knowing there’s no way to escape it.

He goes back to work, immersing himself in the shifts, taking on extra ones. Angela takes pity on him, forcing him to come to dinner with Angela, Wes and Jack. When he holds the baby, his chest feels tight and his eyes sting because he wanted this with you, a family, a child.

He drinks himself to sleep that night.

When he wakes up, he reaches for you, his hand smoothing across the cool sheets, gripping them in his fist so hard that his knuckles turn white. He calls in sick that morning because he can’t face the day.

It’s Chen that snaps him out of it.  She needs help rehoming her dog and the truth is Tim’s needs the company. Things change when Kojo comes to live with him. He starts to develop a routine. His days get a little brighter, his heart a little lighter.

You’d want him to live, he thinks as he sits on the beach with Kojo. And that’s exactly what he’s going to do.

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If you were to give A New Wish a serious storyline, what would it be about

hmm I don't know, I don't want it to be a grand plotline and I want this to stay within the range that A) it's a kids show with it's demographic being 10~ year olds that they can relate and understand and B) it can fit nicely with the episodic nature of the show at it's core

I would definitely show more of hazels struggles psychologicaly effecting her, I think that's the most serious I can do in terms of what limits I'd like to stay in, show her more anxious and how she doesn't like to argue, maybe the situation with dev makes her silently spiral, hell SHOW how paranoid she would become if she found out a man had been stalking her for roughly 4? Months, and other minor struggles, if we make her canonically (undiagnosed) autistic maybe she struggles with sensory overload or she overhears something and she thinks she's werid and she tries to fit in

I don't know about a SPECIFIC plotline like you said, but the most serious I can get is that it focuses more on hazels psyche, moving and trying to deal with trying to be more of her own person and struggling longer with "trying to be mature", maybe show her hating arguments and how she doesn't like to insert herself in there if she doesn't have to, hell make it so that her arguing q antony is the first time she's ever aired her thoughts out properly, show her trying to copy and having a hard time coping, more her more anxious and stressed over time, her mom doesn't seem to be there as often as possible so maybe she yearns to spend more time w them (infact I'd make those two a little bit more tragic, again noting major but I'd make Angela yet another neurodivergent ex godkid who was lonely) and she feels like the weight on her shoulders trying to convince herself she isn't a bad person because she made one mistake, with some sprinkled regular episodes in the mix, not saying every episode should be 10 minutes of her crying but I think if I had enough free range to make episodes as much as I like it would be this

Probably not the answer you were looking for but idk that's all I can think about

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I find Dwight and Angela's relationship compelling because of how the narrative punishes them for selfishness and rewards them for selflessness.

They're birds of a feather in a good way but they also have the same flaws- they're disdainful and proud and self-centred.

In S3:3 they scheme for Dwight to become manager but once he thinks he's manager, he doesn't share power with her at all. He's totally dictatorial and I've seen people comment critically of the disdainful way Angela looks at him when he grovels to Michael, but her anger is understandable. She thought they were gonna be a power couple and she feels totally let down.

Dwight loses Angela in series 4 because he violates her trust through his arrogance. Like Angela told him what she needed from him and he did the exact OPPOSITE because He Knows Best. His actions were totally out of line. Yes, Sprinkles was kept alive expensively and miserably, but euthanising Sprinkles wasn't Dwight's choice to make but he still presumed to make it. He didn't put her first.

In S5, Angela is totally selfish. But Dwight comes so close to getting her back, but he ruins it with selfishness. Like at Schrute Farms Angela says she might have made the wrong choice picking Andy. If Dwight had talked about plans for the future, he might have persuaded her to chuck Andy. But no, he had to talk about how he 'took care of everything' by TRICKING ANGELA INTO MARRIAGE. Again, he presumed to act on her behalf in order to get what HE wanted. And so he loses her again.

Angela in S5 thinks about herself and what she wants and she tries to have both Andy and Dwight and so she ends up with neither.

After her marriage to the senator crashes and burns, Angela has to learn from her mistakes.

Like when Dwight makes his businesslike proposal to Angela, the Angela of early seasons would probably say yes to it- it's an improvement to her living situation, it's security and stability and respectability. But she's learned from her disastrous mistakes with Andy and the senator. She loves Dwight- she always has, she's just been unhealthy and immature about it- but she knows that for the relationship to work, both parties have to be equally enthusiastic. Dwight has to marry her for love and only love. Otherwise neither of them will be happy.

Dwight gets the joy of fatherhood BECAUSE he chooses Angela and Philip, believing Philip isn't his son. If he behaved totally selfishly and married Esther for her material advantages (which would be unfair to Esther, she would be in the same position as Andy in S5- being used by someone who doesn't truly love her) he would have missed out on raising his son, as a Schrute.