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HEYYY OMG I LOVE UR WRITING WHAT??

ANWAYS, could you do something with drunk bill? not smut, but like bassicly reader picks him up from a party or something and he’s like SUPPERRDUPPERR drunk LOL. and later in the story he’s keeping reader awake by talking so much, and reader just exhausted and so tired of his shit and accidentally tells him to shut the fuck up or something like that. then billy willy starts crying bcs he’s drunk and can’t process and reader just comforts him.

TYSM!! xx

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2008 bill kaulitz x fem!reader

summary : the request :3

warnings: ANGST with comfort!!, reader is grumpy, drunk bill, a lot of swearing, bill gets comfort not the reader...

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;- 2:16 am

“what the fuck..?” you muttered under your breath.

your room was completely dark, your phone screen turning on as you received text after text was the only thing that illuminated it.

you tried to shift your position in bed, turning away from the phone. 

you tried to ignore the messages.

but they just kept coming to a point where you could no longer ignore the irritating rattle of your phone against your nightstand.

you let out a string of curse words as you shift in your bed once again.

you reach your arm out towards your nightstand and aimlessly grope for your phone until you find it.

you squint your eyes as they adjust to the brightness of your phone, finally seeing who has been disturbing your sleep.

it was your boyfriend.

;- 2:24 am

you and bill had eachothers location, so finding him wasn’t going to be the hard part. 

the hard part was going to be trying not to fall asleep at the wheel as your drove to whatever house party bill was attending tonight.

well, trying to get your drunk boyfriend in the car would be hard too, but based on his texts, he would probably be too intoxicated to break free from your arms as you shoved him in the back seat like you have done previously.

-; 2:35 am

you could hear the faint sound of trashy music playing as you pulled into the driveway and right as you exited your car you bee-lined for the front door.

you pounded on the door loudly enough so that people would be able to hear it over the music. 

no answer.

“oh-! hiii baby!” a voice said behind you, to which you immediately whipped your head around.

“whatthefuck-“ you stopped when you realized who it was, “bill? why the fuck are you outside?” 

“i was jus�� waiting for youu!” he stumbled towards you and smiled.

you shook your head and laughed to yourself in disbelief. how much had he had to drink?

“yeah, okay.” you paused, “we’re going to my house. c’mon” 

you grabbed bills arm and led him to the passenger seat, he was trying to open the door while you rummaged around in your purse trying to find your keys, the darkness which surrounded the two of you definitely didn’t help this.

bill kept pulling the door handle.

“bill fucking stop you’re gonna rip the door handle off-..“ you found your keys and unlocked the door.

“m’sorry! i jus wanna-“ he tried to continue talking but you pushed him into his seat as fast as you could and shut the door.

you were so ready to get back in your bed as sleep. 

-; 2:40 am

on the drive back to your house, bill stayed mostly quiet.

“are you okay?” you asked him in a concerned tone, “because you’re usually a fucking obnoxious drunk-“

“im not drunk.!.” he looked at you with a very stern expression and you couldn’t help giggle.

“okay.”

-; 2:50 am

when you finally got back to your house you did the same as when you arrived at the frat house. 

you immediately bee-lined for the door.

except the difference was you now had a drunk bill following you.

once again fumbling with your keys, you unlocked the door, bill attached to your arm.

“go to the spare room bill, or take the couch, i don’t care.” you said as you hung your jacket and purse back in their designated areas.

“okayyy..” bill obliged, walking down the hallway towards the bedrooms.

you followed after him moments later, walking into your bedroom.

as you went to settle into your bed you saw something that certainly wasn’t one of the many blankets that littered your room.

“bill.”

“hm? oh hi y/n!” you could see his toothy smile at you even in the darkness. 

“bill, i said go to the spare room. i actually need to sleep tonight. please, baby.”

“but- but i don’t wanna be alone!” he cried, “i promise i will never ever do this again, please can i just stay in here?”

you thought about shoving him off of your bed and letting him find his way to the spare room, but then you thought about how hard it would be to get him off of the floor once you pushed him off the bed.

so you scratched that idea.

“fine..” you muttered, “but be quiet, okay? can you do that for me?” you kissed him lightly on his sweet alcohol-ridden lips.

he looked at you with drunken eyes and smiled. “okay..”  

you smiled at him through the darkness and planted a kiss on his forehead, then continuing to position yourself in a comfortable sleeping position. 

after moments of silence, you thought bill had fallen asleep.

but no.

you flinched as he started fidgeting with your hair, although soon after you leaned into the touch as he usually did this to help soothe himself to sleep

then you heard suppressed giggles behind you which soon turned into full-on laughs.

you tried to ignore him, thinking it would end soon.

but once again, no.

“bill, stop.”  you would whisper, but he couldn’t. 

he brought his hand up to cover his mouth. 

big mistake.

the hand he intended to cover his mouth with was the one he had tangled up in your hair, which led to him accidentally tugging on your hair as he brought it up to his mouth. 

“bill what the fuck!? - ow!” you whipped back at him, “that was my fucking hair!”

you rubbed the back of your head where bill had tugged to soothe the pain, muttering to yourself as you did so.

bill didn’t utter a word. 

you stared into his pitiful eyes and spat many insults at him before grabbing a stray pillow and smacking it between the two of you.

that had to keep him from disrupting your sleep, right?

not right.

the giggles that you heard behind your back minutes ago had now turned into small whimpers.

the bed shook behind you as bill whined out an unsteady breath.

he had to be messing with you.

you turned around for the final time, about to completely snap, “bill can you just fucking-“

you fell silent and stared into bills eyes which were somehow even more pitiful than before.

his makeup was not yet running down his face but it was smudged under his eyes, a streak of the black shadow ran up into his hairline where he had presumably wiped it.

bill sat up, but that didn’t keep him from breaking down. “i didn’t mean to pull your hair..!!” he hid his head in his hands, sobbing into them.

“oh bill…” you almost started crying seeing the state that he was in. how could you have made your own boyfriend feel like this?

you removed the pillow that you had put between the two of you, discarding it onto the floor as you practically scooped bill up in your arms.

you hugged him tightly as he sobbed into your shoulder.

“i- im so sorry!!” he whined out almost incomprehensibly. he was a drunk, sobbing mess.

“bill.. please don’t apologize..” you stroked the back of his head, gently combing through his rough black hair.

“do you still love me?” his manicured nails dug into your shoulders nervously as he waited for a response.

your heart sunk as his words. had you made him feel like you didn’t love him?

you moved your arms to wrap firmly around bills torso, pulling him flush against you.

you held him tightly, holding back tears of your own as you rested your chin on his head.

“bill..” you trailed off, moving your head away from his as you gently tried to get him to meet your gaze. “i love you so much.. i’m sorry for snapping. really. i’m so fucking sorry. i’m just so tired and-“ 

bill cut you off by smashing his head into your chest, “i really didnt mean to hurt you.. i was just trying to go to sleep..”

“i know you didn’t mean to hurt me bill.. its really okay.”

you felt bill nod into your chest, the poor boy was so tired and he was just trying to soothe himself to sleep.

god, why did you yell at him?

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oh i really hate this but enjoy nonetheless

[malum-forev]

Hi, for the bingo thingy, can you use “Can you stay?” for a chapter 3 of the Co-parenting ex husband Bucky fic? 😜🙈 (if you turn that into a sad ending again, I’ll ugly cry. 😅😘)

the wait is finally oveeerrr. I didn't expect to write this but it quickly turned into my favorite piece! Thank you for the love (especially after I wrote two sad parts loooolll)

Here it is! and you can find Pt 1 Here and Pt 2 here!

*Gif by @rainbowkisses31

(Y/n) crossed her arms and leaned her head back on the wall, waiting for the principal’s door to open. She couldn’t believe this, Peanut was in kindergarten for fucks sake! How was the principal already calling her in. A couple of teachers had given (Y/n) a heads up, to control the situation before it exploded. 

So, a week ago (Y/n) and Bucky had to have the talk with their five-year-old daughter. Not the birds and the bees, the whole: Your dad is an ex-assassin called the Winter Soldier, he was actually born in 1917 and the whole vibranium arm thing. 

Bucky sat Peanut in front of them. “P, I’m going to tell you something but you have to pay attention okay?”

Her big blue eyes turned into marbles and she nodded her head. 

“You didn’t do anything wrong baby,” (Y/n) assured. “We just need to talk about something that happened to Daddy because we want you to know it from us okay?”

“Where do I begin?” Bucky sighed, he never thought the most difficult person to explain this to would be a child. His child. Bucky never thought he would be able to have a child in the first place. He felt (Y/n)’s hand rub circles on his back and he relaxed into her touch. 

Bucky had warned her about this, how the Winter Soldier would always shadow him. Looming in the darkness. But (Y/n) had said she didn’t care, that their children together would understand what happened and the rest of the world can process it however they wanted to. And here she was, carrying out her end of the deal. 

“I was born a long time ago Peanut.” Bucky started.

P bursted into laughter. “I know that, silly goose. You have white hair! Like the pictures you show me of Uncle Stevie!”

(Y/n) bit the inside of her cheek to hide her laugh but she ended up having to hide behind Bucky as to not incite their daughter’s roasts.

“This is going well.” Bucky muttered.

“You don’t look like Steve, I promise.” She assured, running her fingers through the short hair on the back of his head. “Plus, I like your hair like this. Salt and pepper suits you.” 

But now, a week later, the two of them were called into the principal’s office. The glass door opened. 

“Good morning, thank you for coming.” He told (Y/n). “Should we wait for Mr. Barnes?”

“He won’t be joining us today.” She said in automatic but as she was walking into the principal’s office, a huffing Bucky came into view.

“Sorry I’m late.” Bucky took a deep breath, taking off his leather jacket and placing it behind one of the two chairs in front of the principal’s desk. He took the chair next to him out for (Y/n) to sit in before sitting down himself. 

“I know the two of you are very busy but this issue with your daughter needs to be fixed.” The principal started. “As you know, we are a very private school and we can assure you we’re talking to Billy’s parents as well.”

“Yesterday, Billy told your daughter that he knew who her father was.” The principal continued, making Bucky look down at the floor. “Billy’s older brother told him and showed him some videos on the internet.”

(Y/n) grew angry. “If this is Billy’s fault, then why are we here. James and I talked to you before P came to this school and you assured us it wouldn’t be a problem. We spend a lot of money on this school for this to suddenly become a problem.”

“The problem is that after this, your daughter threatened Billy. She said,” The principal took a look at the paper in front of him, a teacher’s report. “If you know who my dad is then you know you shouldn’t talk to me like that. When I tell him about you, he will squish you with his metal arm.” 

(Y/n) jaw dropped. Oh my god. 

She turned around to look at Bucky but he didn’t have the reaction she wanted. He sat there with a smug smile on his face and his arms crossed. 

“She’s defending herself.” Bucky shrugged and (Y/n) covered her face with her hands.

“You can’t just say that!” She laughed, they decided to get some coffee after the meeting with P’s principal. 

“Why not?” Bucky smiled. “I’m not going to tell off P just because of that stupid kid Billy who by the way, I would squish with my arm.”

“Good to know you’d turn Winter Soldier at the blink of Peanut’s eyes.” She rolled her eyes. 

“She’s my little girl! What else am I supposed to do?” 

“Something along the lines of: Peanut you can’t threaten people.” (Y/n) said, she didn’t think she would have to be explaining why threatening people is wrong to a hundred-year-old man. 

“I’m not going to tell her not to defend herself.” Bucky said. “She’s gutsy and headstrong, P takes after her mother.”

(Y/n) rolled her eyes. “I’m not headstrong.”

Bucky stopped in his tracks, taking (Y/n)’s shoulders in his hands and making her look at him. “I didn’t mean it like that, like it’s a bad thing- I love that about you. It was one of the things that drew me into you.” 

A smile developed on (Y/n)’s lips. “Who knew P’s heroic stunt would turn into a compliment shower. Not that I’m complaining.”

Bucky sipped his coffee, tucking her body under his arm and bringing (Y/n) flush to his side. “You want more? Let’s see, you’re insanely witty, you have a beautifully complex mind, you’re extremely hot and you have a thing for older men- which I much appreciate.”

She laughed, burring her face in his chest. It felt so familiar, it felt like home.

- 

It was two am when she heard the shriek. (Y/n) jumped out of bed and opened her bedroom door, trying to find Peanut. The moonlit stairs looked like a crime scene. Blood dripped from step to step all the way to the bottom, where Peanut lay screaming bloody murder.

She raced down the stairs and held her daughter in her arms.

“Mommy it hurts.” Peanut cried, bringing her hand up to a gash on her forehead. 

“I know it hurts baby, I know.” Tears flooded (Y/n)’s eyes but she couldn’t break, not in front of her bleeding daughter. “It’s okay P, I’m going to take you to the hospital okay?”

(Y/n) grabbed the first coat she could find in the closet and the nearest pair of shoes, she rushed to strap P on her car seat and drove to the hospital. 

Ring, ring. 

“Please answer Bucky, please.” (Y/n) had called her ex-husband from the car. 

“Hello?” Bucky’s raspy and sleep filled voice answered.

“Buck?” (Y/n)’s voice cracked, making Bucky sit up straight in bed in a second. “Something’s happened with Peanut, we’re on our way to the hospital.”

“I’ll be there in five.” Was all he said. 

(Y/n) paced outside the room, she could see her daughter sleeping on the white hospital bed through the cracks in the curtains. 

Two hands gripped her shoulders, one cold and one warm, making her eyes shoot up from the floor. 

“What happened?” Bucky asked, peeking into the room. 

“I don’t know what she was trying to do Buck- she got up in the middle of the night and somehow. I don’t know, she fell down the stairs and cut her forehead open.” (Y/n) spoke quickly, like if she processed the words she was speaking she would break. “She said something about wanting to sleep with the doll you brought from Wakanda- I don’t know.”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Peanut is fine.” Bucky tried to soothe her. 

(Y/n) clenched her fists at her side and bit her cheek. Anything to stop her from crying. “If I hadn’t forgotten the stupid doll-“

Bucky took her face in his hands. “This was an accident, it’s no one’s fault.”

(Y/n) slowly nodded, trying to blink away the tears. 

Bucky’s eyes furrowed. “Doll, darling, look at me. I’m going to need you to say that. You know it was an accident right?”

“It was an accident.” She whispered, the pain becoming unbearable.

Bucky wrapped his arms around her, bringing her as close to him as possible. “You’re okay, everything’s going to be fine. I’m here, I’m here for you, for as long as you want me to be.”

That was it, what she needed to hear to break down. To be vulnerable. To know someone would be there to catch her if she fell. 

(Y/n) sobbed into Bucky’s chest for what felt like hours. And he was there, rubbing her back soothingly and whispering kind words into her ear. 

It was well into the evening the next day when Peanut was finally given the all clear from her doctors. Three stitches and an ankle sprain later, she was tucked into bed. 

“I need you to promise me you will never ever do that again.” Bucky brought the comforter up as he tucked Peanut in. 

“Promise daddy.” She smiled. “You wanna know something cool?”

“What’s that?” Bucky ran his finger against her cheek. 

Peanut sat up and pulled Bucky’s cap sleeve up to his shoulder. “Daddy and P are gonna match.”

Bucky’s eyes swelled with tears as he saw his little girl’s tiny hand rub against the scarred skin on his left shoulder. It was like all the pain and suffering suddenly turned into something good. With six simple words, Peanut made everything worth it.

“We sure are.” Bucky lips turned upwards. 

“She looks so peaceful, you wouldn’t imagine she’s a little tornado once those pretty eyes open.” Bucky chuckled lightly as he closed his daughter’s bedroom door. 

“We’ve been amazing parents for the past 24 hours, could I interest you in a glass of cheap wine that will definitely give us a headache tomorrow?” (Y/n) smiled. 

“You read my mind.” Bucky leaned his head back with closed eyes, he grabbed the baby monitor from the hallway credenza. “How about you go outside and I’ll bring everything out. You deserve a break.”

And what a break he gave (Y/n). Bucky just about held the glass of wine to her lips. He brought out the drinks, some snacks and started by bringing her legs closer to him. Massaging her tired calves. 

“I still remember when we bought the house.” Bucky hummed. “And now it’s been what- six years?”

“Do you remember when we wanted to buy that new build? Everything was so white and sterile.” (Y/n) laughed. “But as soon as I found this house, I knew it was the one.”

“Excuse me?” Bucky laughed, eyebrows raised. “If I remember correctly, I was the one who found the house. You were sad thinking we hadn’t found a home, and I was the one who begged you to come and see it.”

(Y/n)’s happy smile dimmed. “We were so happy when we first moved in, what happened?”

“I took you for granted.” Bucky sighed. “That’s what happened.”

“After Steve left, I think I just stopped wanting anything. Work seemed boring, life at home was scary, taking care of P was terrifying for me. For years I thought I would be alone in this world and then suddenly, you came and gave me more love than I deserved. Gave me a beautiful daughter.” Bucky opened his heart. “And instead of working on myself I decided to just stop, stop trying. And it was selfish of me to think that you would just ride along with me even though I did everything to push you away. I never wanted you to think I didn’t love you, God do I love you. Sometimes I’m truly scared of what I feel because I love you so much it hurts. It pains me to have had you and lost you.”

Bucky tried to get out a strong voice but it cracked. “And I’ll live the rest of my life loving you and regretting having lost you. Sometimes, I think it’s a form of Karma. Like the gods above don’t know every wrong thing I did wasn’t me so now I have to live with this deep regret. The kind that settles into your bones.”

“Buck-“ (Y/n) tried to comfort him.

“No,” He shook his head. “you’re too sweet for your own good and you’ll try and tell me it’s not my fault. But it is. I’m not telling you this so you have pity on me, I just want you to know that I fucked up. You were perfect and amazing and I didn’t know what to do with something so delicate.”

“And I’m saying this just so you know that I’ll always be here for you. I’ll always love you.” 

(Y/n) couldn’t take it anymore. She crashed her lips onto his. A kiss that would explain everything she felt. All the anger, all the sadness and especially all the love. A kiss that says: I love you too.

She rested her forehead against his, her breath shallow. “Can you stay?”

“Stay tonight?” He asked, his voice pained. 

“Please stay forever.” She whispered. 

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Little Daisy Pt.6

The aftermath of Daisy’s overdose. Featuring lots of much needed comfort for baby Daisy <3

I’d recommend reason the first 5 parts but this can also be read as a stand alone! Don’t question how I got this one done so fast after the last one… I swear I do actually have a life outside of writing fanfics.. kind of

Tw: drug mention, overdose mention, age regression (don’t like, don’t read.), my lack of editing skills

Word count: 2685

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Daisy knew as soon as she woke up that something was very, very wrong. Her head was rumbling with bees and her chest ached like she could’ve been shot. The world felt blurry and she wasn’t sure exactly where she was. At first she thought she might be in Karen’s bed back in Laurel Canyon, no, not there… she hadn’t been there in a long time. Why did she think she was there? It smelled like it, apples and almonds. Karen. She peeked her eyes open and once the world stopped spinning she could see blonde hair and soft rosy cheeks… not Nicky, Karen. She breathed an instinctive sigh of relief.

“Ka’en,” she whined, her voice sounded rough as it grated through her aching throat and dry lips. Everything hurt, she wanted to bury herself against Karen’s chest and pretend whatever was ripping its way through her body was far away.

“Good morning baby,” Karen cooed, gosh had Daisy missed the gentleness in her voice. Daisy knew, deep down, that this wasn’t their normal anymore and that something had to have happened to her to be with Karen right now but she didn’t care. Karen was there and she could make everything feel better, that was all that mattered. Karen carded her fingers through Daisy’s hair, alleviating some of the pressure which was pounding on her scalp. Daisy slipped her thumb into her mouth which she wasn’t technically supposed to do but the soft sucking motions helped too.

“What happened?” She asked quietly around her thumb. Everything hurt and she just wanted Karen to make it better.

Her chest was uncomfortably tight and anxious, the whole situation felt off and the flickers of memories from the night before were scary. “You overdosed baby,” Karen hummed gently, attempting not to scare her. She began rubbing soft circles against Daisy’s shoulder. Daisy frowned, it all felt too grown up of a problem for her to handle at the moment.

“M sorry,” she whimpered, looking up at Karen. Karen’s eyes were red, it looked like she might have been crying, Daisy felt bad she hadn’t meant to hurt anyone.

“No, Daisy, it’s ok. You’re ok now.” There was a knock on the door, it rattled and bounced around in Daisy’s skull. “Come in,” Karen called out, Daisy hid her face against the blonde's shoulder.

“Is she alright? Billy told me what happened,” it was Graham’s voice, he sounded scared. Daisy peaked out from under her bangs slightly to see Billy behind him, he didn’t look awfully happy either.

“Graham, I told you to leave them alone,” Billy hissed quietly, placing a firm hand on Graham’s shoulder. Daisy blushed, pulling her thumb from her mouth and burying her face against Karen’s shoulder with embarrassment.

“It’s fine Billy.” Karen said, continuing her soft circular motions on Daisy’s back. “Graham, Daisy is going to be fine, she just needs some rest.” Daisy wasn’t sure if that was true, everything felt very big and scary but she wanted to trust Karen, she needed to trust Karen.

“Can we get you anything?” Graham asked, he was shifting from foot to foot nervously like he’d suddenly picked up on the fact he was missing a few key pieces of information.

“Could you grab the bag from the end of my bed? Maybe Billy could help,” Karen gave Billy a pointed look, “maybe he can explain some things too,” Billy nodded in understanding. It seemed pretty pointless to hide everything from the others now, Graham clearly knew something was going on and the next few days were going to be hard enough for Daisy without having to keep hiding from everyone around her.

“Sure, yeah, anything else?”

“No, I think we’ll be ok.” Karen began gently running her fingers up and down Daisy’s arm. Once Graham was gone she poked her head out from Karen’s shoulder. She tried to open her eyes but everything felt too bright and blurry. “You’re ok Daisy-Bird, just rest now.” Daisy hummed softly, wrapping herself as tightly around Karen as she could. Her mind felt distant and heavy.

Daisy lay in silence, slowly breathing in and out as if it was the only thing she could do. She could hear movement around her, Graham coming back, having a hushed conversation with Karen and then leaving again. But she couldn’t find it in her to move.

The next thing she knew Karen was tugging her hand away from her mouth. Daisy whined at the loss of contact, peeking her eyes open slightly. “It’s ok baby, I’ve got your paci, doesn’t that sound nicer?” Karen slipped the soft teet into Daisy’s mouth and she hummed contentedly, suckling softly at the silicone. Next Daisy could feel the soft ear of her stuffed bunny being stroked against her cheek. She reached out instinctively and held onto the soft toy.

“You kept her,” she whispered, slightly disjointed around her pacifier.

“Of course baby,” Daisy could feel her eyes welling up. “Oh, hey, don’t cry my love,” Daisy shook her head harshly, looking up at Karen. She could’ve been crying about anything - the insurmountable pain she was in, the fact that Nicky was gone, but the tears were those of guilt. How had she denied herself of this for so long?

“Sorry,” she whimpered, because she’d been so dreadful, not just to herself but also to Karen who was here consoling her despite it all.

“It’s ok, Daisy I promise, we’re gonna get through this.” Karen gently shifted Daisy so she was laying on top of her - allowing Karen to rock her back and forth gently. There were plenty of things that Daisy wanted to say at that moment but her words felt very far away. Graham returned shortly after, he was holding Daisy’s sippy and she blushed furiously. Despite the anxious feeling that curled in her stomach at being seen by Graham she didn’t drop her paci or Dusty. Graham handed the drink to Karen, his eyes sweeping over Daisy with gentle concern.

“Graham got you some nice cool apple juice baby, you wanna tr?” Karen urged gently. Daisy rubbed the ear of her bunny soothingly against her cheek before mumbling around her paci,

“Fank you Grah’m.” Her throat hurt so much.

“No problem kiddo,” Graham smiled softly, squeezing her shoulder gently. Daisy began drinking her juice, the cool sweet liquid like ice over her burning throat. “Rod said team meeting in an hour, to figure out what to do about tonight,”

“Do I have to be big?” Daisy asked Karen with a pout.

“No baby, you’re ok. Thanks Graham.”

“Call if you need anything.” Once Graham was gone Daisy leant back down against Karen.

“Am I in trouble?” Daisy asked innocently, her wide doe eyes damp with tears.

“No baby you’re not in trouble,” Karen assured her, rocking gently. “You’re shaking, do you feel ok?”

“Nuh. Everything feels icky.” Daisy always ran hot. Shorts and a tank top in the middle of winter. It was the drugs, everyone knew that. She couldn’t remember the last time she felt so cold. The chill burrowed down in her bones so far that the warmth of Karen’s embrace couldn’t reach it.

“I bet it does baby, how about a bath? We could have bubbles?” Daisy perked up slightly at the idea.

“Think they have strawberry bubbles?” She asked, chewing at the tip of her sippy cup,

“I’m not sure, how about I go check?”

“Daisy come too?” Daisy asked, wrapping her fingers around the sleeve of Karen’s shirt anxiously.

“Just stay here for a moment while I run the bath, I’ll leave the door open so you can see me,” Daisy frowned but nodded and slipped off Karen’s lap, holding Dusty tightly to her chest for comfort. It felt really scary for Karen to get out of the bed, mainly because she thought that if Karen left she wouldn’t be strong enough to run after her. But it was ok because she kept the ensuite door open just like she’d promised.

“Alright little duck, ready for a bath?” Daisy grinned, quacking playfully and reaching out to Karen. Karen took her hands, gently supporting her to walk into the bathroom. She didn't mind Karen helping her undress, she didn’t think she’d be able to do it herself anyway.

“I missed you,” she mumbled as Karen guided her into the bubbly bath tub which did in fact smell of strawberries.

“I missed you too kid.”

***

After her bath Karen braided Daisy’s hair and laid out some of her favourite colouring books and crayons. Daisy was happily filling in an ABCs colouring book when there was a knock on the door, Billy.

“Hey D,” he smiled softly, Daisy only looked up from her drawing for a moment to smile at him. “The rest of the band is up, Rod wants a decision about tonight,” He was talking to Karen now, which was ok. They were grownups so they could handle all the hard decisions.

“Ok. Daisy, can you stay here while I go talk to some boring adults?” Karen questioned gently. Daisy’s brow furrowed anxiously.

“Nuh,” she whined, reaching out to grasp the hem of Karen’s shirt. Karen couldn’t leave her, she just couldn’t.

“Baby, I need to talk to the band. Either I go out or they come in?” That sounded very scary. Billy was ok, and Graham too, but the idea of everyone seeing her while she felt so small? No way. Karen could see the conflicting emotions on Daisy’s face and cupped her cheeks gently. “I’ll be gone for five minutes, you can count on the clock, yeah?” Daisy nodded hesitantly, she probably could. “I bet you couldn’t fill in a whole colouring page in those five minutes,” Karen dared with a grin. Daisy smiled at the challenge, letting go of Karen’s shirt to pick up her colouring book.

“I could!”

“You really think so?” Daisy nodded certainly.

“Ok then, I’ll go have a really boring grown up conversation and you prove that you can do a whole drawing before I’m back.” Daisy nodded, happy with their terms. She absolutely could do it. “Ok baby I’ll be back in a minute.” Karen kissed the top of Daisy’s head before leaving.

“Where’s Daisy?” Eddie asked when Billy and Karen walked out of the room, deliberately only opening the door as much as necessary so that nobody would look in.

“Resting.” Billy huffed shortly.

Karen rolled her eyes at their highly unproductive antics. “So, can we cancel the show?”

“We’ll have to, I can’t go on without her,” Billy frowned decidedly,

“We can’t not go on! It’s a sold out arena!” Eddie added with frustration. He turned to Warren for backup who just shrugged.

“So? Tickets can be refunded, they can be refunded right Rod?” Billy questioned,

“I mean, no, probably not.” Rod rubbed her head tiredly, clearly worn out.

Karen shook her head with irritation. They were really worried about ticket sales right now? “Daisy isn’t going on stage, I don’t care what else happens.” The rest of them could go on stage and sing old Mac Donald had a farm for all she cared, the only thing that mattered to her was Daisy.

“We cancel the show.” Billy stated, effectively ending the argument with only a groan of a reply from Eddie.

“Right then,” Rod nodded, “I’ll call the boss.” Rod left quickly, Karen couldn’t blame him, the tension was awfully uncomfortable.

“So can we see her?” Warren asked,

“No.” Karen and Billy responded quickly and in time. They shared a look, realising they probably weren’t doing the best to keep things hidden.

“We have the day off, why don’t we go out somewhere?” Graham asked, directing his question to Eddie and Warren. He shot a knowing glance at Billy and Karen as he led them away.

***

Daisy had been very focused on her colouring in, she wanted to make Karen proud of her. Still, she’d heard the raised voices in the hallway. It was scary, she didn’t like the idea of everyone fighting over her. She tried to remember that Karen and Billy would take care of everything for her, they always did, but it was still a bit scary. When the two grown ups came back in the room she’d just finished her page. Perfect.

“Karen, Karen!” She grinned happily, flapping her hands by her sides.

“Yes my love?” Karen smiled, coming over to the bed and sitting next to Daisy.

“I finished.” Daisy held up the book, displaying her colouring in. It was a picture of a dog with some flowers around it. “I chose it ‘cause it has a puppy,” she explained.

“Oh wow Daisy, you’re too talented,” Karen praised. “Hey Billy, come look at what Daisy’s done,” Billy walked around the bed, smiling animatedly when he saw Daisy’s work.

“Woah, Kiddo, isn’t that awesome,” he held out a hand and Daisy high-fives it proudly. “Are you hungry?” He asked as Daisy put down the colouring book and curled back against Karen’s side. Daisy thought for a moment, her tummy hurt a little bit and she kind of only thought apple juice sounded very yummy. She knew Karen and Rod always said she needed to eat more so she thought maybe she should say yes. She nodded, not moving from Karen’s side. “What would you like then? Anything you want, I’ll get it.” Daisy but her lip, that was a big question.

Eventually she decided on an answer, “fries?” She questioned.

“Good choice baby,” Karen cooed, rubbing Daisy’s back. Daisy beamed proudly.

“Fries coming right up.” Billy saluted playfully before leaving, Daisy giggled at the gesture.

***

Billy returned shortly after with bags seemingly containing much more than just fries. Clearly having visited a nearby newsagents on his way back.

“You spoil her rotten,” Karen tutted, though there wasn’t much behind her words as they all knew she did the same.

“Look at that face, how can I not?” Billy teased, poking Daisy’s cheek playfully. Daisy scrunched her nose and giggled.

“What’s in the bag?” She questioned eagerly.

“Why don’t you open it?” Billy suggested as he poured the fries out into a plate for Daisy. Daisy reached into the bag, the first thing she pulled out was a book.

“Fantastic Mr Fox,” she read out slowly. She held the book up excitedly to show Karen. She liked the tree on the front, it looked like it would be fun to climb.

“That’s right Daisy-Chain,” Karen praised. Daisy very carefully laid the book down between them before reaching back in. Her fingers grazed against soft fur in the bottom of the bag and she quickly pulled it out. She gasped in awe as she saw the stuffie, a soft dog with a mottle of brown, white and orange fur. Daisy’s heart fluttered at its gentle face and she quickly pulled it to her chest. It looked exactly like the one from her colouring page earlier.

“Thank you,” she whispered, rubbing at her eyes which had grown teary.

“Oh Daisy, don’t cry,” Karen hummed gently.

“Sorry,” she hiccuped, “I just, love him, so much,” her words were broken up with shaky breaths as she buried her face in the soft toy. It was clear her emotions were heightened after the events of the previous night, Karen and Billy were both just glad that while she was little it was far easier to cheer her up.

“I’m glad you like it, little one,” Billy smiled, squeezing her shoulder gently.

“‘Ank you Billy,” she whispered.

“No problem.” Billy placed the plate of fries and Daisy’s sippy cup which he’d filled with a vanilla milkshake. She took the cup first, drinking quickly.

“Slow it down kiddo,” Karen tutted warningly, “you don’t want a bellyache.” Daisy did as she was told. She slumped against Karen’s shoulder, sippy in one hand and new toy in the other.

“What will you name your puppy?” Billy asked, getting out a burger for himself and Karen.

Daisy thought for a moment, it was a very big responsibility naming a dog. She put her sippy cup down, holding the stuffie in both of her hands and analysing it closely. “Bowie,” she decided. Bowie. He would be her new best friend.

🐶🖍️🧃🫧

Hopefully all that comfort helped after all the hurt in the last part 🫣 also isn’t Bowie so cute?? He was @half-eclipse ‘s idea!!

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100 Songs in English from the 70s

100 Songs in English from the 70s 100 Songs in English from the 70s, including: Black Sabbath – Paranoid, Christie - Yellow River, Creedence Clearwater Revival - Lookin' Out My Back Door, George Harrison - My Sweet Lord, James Brown - Sex Machine, Lee Marvin - Wand'rin Star, Simon & Garfunkel - Bridge Over Troubled Water and many more!!! Subscribe to our channel to see more of our content! 1. 1970 Black Sabbath - Paranoid 2. 1970 Christie - Yellow River 3. 1970 Creedence Clearwater Revival - Lookin' Out My Back Door 4. 1970 George Harrison - My Sweet Lord 5. 1970 James Brown - Sex Machine 6. 1970 Lee Marvin - Wand'rin Star 7. 1970 Simon & Garfunkel - Bridge Over Troubled Water 8. 1970 The Beatles - Let It Be 9. 1970 The Guess Who - American Woman 10. 1970 The Jackson 5 - I Want You Back 11. 1971 Creedence Clearwater Revival - Have You Ever Seen The Rain 12. 1971 Don McLean - American Pie 13. 1971 Joan Baez - The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down 14. 1971 John Denver - Take Me Home, Country Roads 15. 1971 John Lennon - Imagine 16. 1971 Led Zeppelin – Stairway To Heaven 17. 1971 Middle Of The Road - Chirpy Chirpy Cheep Cheep 18. 1971 Rod Stewart - Maggie May 19. 1971 T. Rex - Get It On 20. 1971 Tom Jones - She's A Lady 21. 1972 Alice Cooper - School's Out 22. 1972 Chicago - Saturday In The Park 23. 1972 Chicory Tip - Son Of My Father 24. 1972 Deep Purple - Smoke On The Water 25. 1972 Elton John - Crocodile Rock 26. 1972 Gilbert O'Sullivan - Alone Again (Naturally) 27. 1972 Harry Nilsson - Without You 28. 1972 Neil Diamond - Song Sung Blue 29. 1972 T. Rex - Telegram Sam 30. 1972 The Osmonds - Crazy Horses 31. 1973 Billy Joel - Piano Man 32. 1973 Demis Roussos - Goodbye My Love Goodbye 33. 1973 Grand Funk Railroad - We're An American Band 34. 1973 Paul McCartney & Wings - Hi Hi Hi 35. 1973 Roberta Flack - Killing Me Softly With His Song 36. 1973 Slade - Cum On Feel The Noize 37. 1973 Suzi Quatro - Can The Can 38. 1973 Sweet - The Ballroom Blitz 39. 1973 The Rolling Stones - Angie 40. 1973 Tony Orlando & Dawn - Tie A Yellow Ribbon Round The Old Oak Tree 41. 1974 ABBA - Waterloo 42. 1974 Blue Swede - Hooked on a Feeling (Uga Chaka Uga) 43. 1974 Bob Marley & The Wailers - No Woman, No Cry 44. 1974 Gloria Gaynor - Never Can Say Goodbye 45. 1974 Lynyrd Skynyrd - Sweet Home Alabama 46. 1974 Morris Albert - Feelings 47. 1974 Nazareth - Love Hurts 48. 1974 Redbone - Come And Get Your Love 49. 1974 Slade - Far Far Away 50. 1974 The Rubettes - Sugar Baby Love 51. 1975 Aerosmith - Walk This Way 52. 1975 America - Sister Golden Hair 53. 1975 Bruce Springsteen - Born to Run 54. 1975 David Bowie - Fame 55. 1975 KC & The Sunshine Band - That's The Way (I Like It) 56. 1975 Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here 57. 1975 Queen - Bohemian Rhapsody 58. 1975 Rod Stewart - Sailing 59. 1975 Sweet - Fox On The Run 60. 1975 The Carpenters - Please Mr. Postman 61. 1976 ABBA - Dancing Queen 62. 1976 Bay City Rollers - I Only Wanna Be With You 63. 1976 Boston - More Than A Feeling 64. 1976 Elton John & Kiki Dee - Don't Go Breaking My Heart 65. 1976 Kc & The Sunshine Band - Shake Your Booty 66. 1976 Paul McCartney & Wings - Silly Love Songs 67. 1976 Queen - Somebody To Love 68. 1976 Smokie - Living Next Door to Alice 69. 1976 Steve Miller Band - Rock'n Me 70. 1976 Tina Charles - I Love To Love 71. 1977 Bee Gees - Night Fever 72. 1977 Bee Gees - Stayin' Alive 73. 1977 Bonnie Tyler - It's A Heartache 74. 1977 Eagles - Hotel California 75. 1977 Kansas - Dust In The Wind 76. 1977 Kenny Rogers - Lucille 77. 1977 Paul McCartney & Wings - Mull Of Kintyre 78. 1977 Queen - We Are The Champions 79. 1977 Queen - We Will Rock You 80. 1977 Status Quo - Rockin' All Over The World 81. 1978 Blondie - Heart Of Glass 82. 1978 Bob Seger - Old Time Rock And Roll 83. 1978 Boney M. - Rivers of Babylon 84. 1978 Dire Straits - Sultans Of Swing 85. 1978 Gloria Gaynor - I Will Survive 86. 1978 John Travolta & Olivia Newton-John - You're The One That I Want 87. 1978 Rod Stewart - Da Ya Think I'm Sexy? 88. 1978 The Jacksons - Blame It On the Boogie 89. 1978 Van Halen - You Really Got Me 90. 1978 Village People - YMCA 91. 1979 AC/DC - Highway To Hell 92. 1979 Donna Summer - On The Radio 93. 1979 Electric Light Orchestra - Don't Bring Me Down 94. 1979 Kiss - I Was Made For Lovin' You 95. 1979 Pink Floyd - Another Brick In The Wall 96. 1979 Supertramp - The Logical Song 97. 1979 The Buggles - Video Killed The Radio Star 98. 1979 The Clash - London Calling 99. 1979 The Knack - My Sharona 100. 1979 The Police - Message In A Bottle Related Hashtags #hitsof1970 #hitsof1970to1971 #hitsof1970s #hitsof1970songs #hitsof1970uk #hitsof1970australia #hitsofthe1970sand1970s #kannadahitsof1970 #bollywoodhitsof1970 #hitsof1969and1970 #tophitsofthe1970sbillboard #pophitsofthe1970s #hitsof1970sinmusic https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MPNehxTU2Ys

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It's always so funny to me when people say Billy wouldn't be extremely dramatic over literally any scenario. They always assume he'd be stoic and disinterested, but I disagree.

Like, c'mon, have y'all seen this man? He screams Drama Queen, will bite if too excited!!

Steve would tell Billy they couldn't hangout that day because his parents need help around the house, and Billy just absolutely starts bawling his eyes out. He's not particularly hurt, he knows that Steve would rather spend the day with him, but the thought of not seeing Steve for 24 hours has Billy's bottom lip wobbling. Steve would panic, immediately throwing out suggestions to the boy, asking if he'd like to come over and help out? His parents adore Billy, because what sane person didn't fall in love with his stormy blue eyes, and sweet smiles? Billy worked so hard to be able to wear that smile, and gods, was it the most beautiful thing Steve has ever seen.

Billy would immediately stop crying at the offer, his eyes lighting up as he scrambles to crawl into Steve's lap, "do you think your mom will let me fix that fucking lamp now?" At that, Steve let out a laugh. It had been a recurring argument between his mother and boyfriend.

One morning Billy had been over, as he always was, he was making him and Steve breakfast when the front door slammed shut, the noise muffled by the various sounds of him cooking and soft music filtering out the speaker on the counter.

He hadn't heard the Harringtons come in, and had only been privy to their presence when Mr. Harrington let out a rather high pitch scream, Billy following suit with a loud shout of his own, but unlike him, Mr. Harrington had flung himself out the room, promptly running into one of Mrs. Harrington's favorite lamps, a lamp she hadn't been able to find in years.

All the yelling had Steve barreling down the stairs and skidding to a halt, "Billy, why are you yelling now?!" Billy for his part let out an indignant gasp, the spatula clutched in his hand waving wildly in the direction of Steve's mother. Because how dare he assume Billy was yelling without real reason.

He hadn't seen her, in all honesty. He rarely saw anyone around him if Billy happened to be there.

"Oh, hey mom! Where's dad?" At that question, a very guilty looking Richard Harrington took his place beside Elena, the lamp in his hands cracked down the middle, with it's wires exposed.

To say that had been an interesting meeting for Billy and Steve's parents, would be an understatement.

Since that day, Billy has tried to get Elena to let him fix it, but she was stubborn and insists she can fix the lamp on her own.

Billy knew he was was free to be emotional with Steve, he never judged him when he got worked up over virtually nothing. If Billy quite literally cried over spilled milk, Steve would scoop him into his arms and coo softly before offering to clean up the mess.

Steve has caught Billy full on sobbing while watching sad movies, I'm talking snot dripping out his nose, chest heaving as the characters he was rooting for met an untimely demise.

Steve still remembers the first time Billy dissolved into tears in front of him, it was after their third date and Steve had called Billy his Tiny Baby upon seeing the boy almost swimming in his borrowed hoodie. Obviously, Steve panicked, immediately apologizing for having upset Billy before the boy was clinging to him and sobbing into his chest.

When his tears ran dry, Billy assured Steve that he was just overwhelmed by the name, but it wasn't a bad overwhelmed. It filled him with a warmth, he hadn't known since the day his mother turned tail and never returned.

He hadn't known what the warmth meant, but over time he learned it was a good feeling. One he would always lean into so long as Steve was there to hold him up.

Soon enough, Steve was being bombarded with a different, softer side to his boyfriend. Each time Billy cried with no shame in front of Steve, or he giggled over some mundane thing, Steve knew another wall had been knocked down and he was that much closer to knowing Billy on a level nobody had never been allowed before.

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Chapter 7: [Syzygy]

also posted on Archive of Our Own for ease of reading Prologue | Ch 1 | Ch 2 | Ch 3 | Ch 4 | Ch 5 | Ch 6 | Ch 7 ← You Are Here

the story so far: In Seattle for the World Super Science Forum, Billy Quizboy and Mr. White escape from a murderous old man in a wheelchair chasing them from the kick-off cocktail mixer. Over pho, Billy tells White the story of his *actual* boy genius childhood and why he hasn't spoken to his mother since leaving home. Flashback ensues...

tw: bad parenting, juvenile slur

(Approximately 15 years earlier)

“And finally,” the helmet-haired nightly news anchor said, turning to Camera Two jauntily, “The National Spelling Bee is an annual tradition going back to 1926! And for the first time, in addition to 7th and 8th graders from every state, a home-schooled FOUR YEAR OLD has tested into this weekend’s semi-final.”

“Wow, only four years old, “ the lady co-anchor with gigantic hair said, “I can’t even get MY four year old to stop wetting the bed!”

“I’m sure she appreciates you saying that on television, “ the anchor quipped.

“Fuck you, Charles,” the co-anchor said, not even positive the camera was already off and not caring.

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Backstage at Spiro Agnew Magnet High School of Glen Burnie, Maryland’s auditorium, Billy’s mother hovered around him, blow dryer in one hand and curling brush in the other.

“Only one more, water-baby,” she soothed in a sing-song voice while rolling up a swath of hair and pressing the dryer nozzle into it, “Your word is ‘Insouciant.’”

Four-year-olds didn’t cry when they had their hair brushed, despite the excruciating pain and noise to say nothing of the incinerating heat of that infernal hair-dryer. Babies cried and he was not, as he stated earlier, a baby.

Billy pinched his face from the hair-pulling, trying not to cry. “I - N - Sch- O - U - Cshe- I - A - N - T”

“Hot. Hot. Hot,” she whispered to distract, pulling his hair through the heated bristles and leaving it curled under as a perfect mushroom cap, “All done! Your word is ‘Esquamulose’”

“E - Sch- Q - U - A - M - U - L-O - Sch- E,” Billy recited.

She smoothed over the perfect parabola of the pageboy, “Very handsome.” She thanked her lucky stars the style dominated the grade school set. Her boy couldn’t have pulled off a crew cut but he made a fantastic pudding bowl.

“Mama,” he sighed, “I don’t want to do thisch.”

“You do want to do this,” his mother contradicted him, “You want what it leads to even if this particular part of the process isn’t specifically something you want to do.” She threw the big picture at him.

“I’m too little to be here,” he glanced sideways at the other contestants waiting backstage in folding chairs. Thirteen year olds.  Middle schoolers. Not with their mothers.

“Your brain is big enough and Dr. Putnam arranged it with the school board and the officiating body to let you participate after you did all the written tests, remember?”

“He’s not a doctor.”

“He’d like us to call him Dr. Putnam.”

“I’d like to schee some paperwork from an accredited body conferring that title.”

“Don’t be mouthy, Billy,” his mother frowned,  “Your word is ‘CYMOTRICHOUS’”

“Cshe - Y - M - O - T - R - I-Cshe - H - O - U - Sch ,” he rattled off,  “Mama, my schtomach hurts. I want to go home.”

“Those are butterflies, water-baby,” his mother didn’t budge an inch, “Stage fright. It’s psychosomatic.”

“P - Sch - Y - C - H - O -,” Billy spelled, “ Sch - O - M - A - T - I - C.”

“Sometimes before we start things seem harder than they actually are,” Mom reminded him, “Afterward we can go to Magic Pan and have crêpes!”

“They’re not crêpes. They’re palacsinta ,” Billy muttered sourly, “The Magic Pan is owned by Hungarians.”

“You’re being pedantic, sweetie.”

“P - E - D - A - N - T - I - Cshe.”

“I’m right there in the audience, watching. Keep your eyes on me,” Rose smooched his forehead and smoothed his bangs down one last time as she walked for the door “I know you always do your best.” And she was gone, leaving him alone backstage.

Billy sighed, “F-U - Cshe- K  M - E.”

Ms. Whalen left her first meeting with Prof. Peebo Putnam (premier talent development manager to boy geniuses, wunderkinder, academic phenoms and whiz kids) with a bug in her ear. He issued a clear directive: Billy had to be “housebroken”  before Putnam could take him on as a public-facing client (with implied guaranteed success, naturally).

Within the next six months her son must:

Be able to walk the length of a stage without falling over or throwing up.

Be able to sit upright for 45 minutes without falling over or throwing up

For God’s sake, do something about those eyes

BANGS!

If Rose was anything, she was a dedicated problem-solver at heart and no situation was so sticky that a can-do attitude and a bucket of moxie couldn’t screw loose and put right. Billy, well… Billy did what he was told.

Points 1 and 2 required more practice and physical training. After all, she had managed to teach Billy to walk long after the doctors gave up on him. There was nothing a dedicated mom couldn’t force with grit and determination.. She augmented her homebrewed neck-brace-attached-walking-frame design with more jerry-rigged upgrades, equal parts Rube Goldberg and Louise Bourgeois  – metal spiders made of pipes and levers that Billy was strapped on to, in to, or underneath. No device was too extreme to offset the challenges of a fluid-filled head and shove in the face of all those bossmen who told her “no” along the way.

In addition to spite, Rose had a mathematical mind. If circumstances were different she could have been a great engineer or even scientist herself but she preferred the stage. Better being in the public eye than growing moss in a dismal ol’ lab hidden away. So her knack for numbers never found any use beyond a-5-6-7-8.

She tightened the helmet straps under Billy’s chin and peered over the blinders.

“Can you see the bubble in the middle, water-baby?”

Billy solemnly nodded, the dangling spirit level in front of his eyes bobbling wildly.

“Brace, water-baby. I’m releasing the counterbalance,” Rose said, pushing a weighted three foot boom arm into motion.

Billy wobbled  but caught himself, physically pushing  against the centrifugal forces while screwing up his puffy-cheeked face into angry resolve.

“Keep your peepers on that bubble, little mister!” Rose ordered, walking to the other side of their modest, but tasteful apartment, “Now, walk to mama.”

Billy’s crossed eyes focused on the level, trying to hold his head straight. The balance arm pivoted as he moved, the weight opposite pulling him sideways. He stepped heavily forward, the metal contraption jingled and creaked with every step.. He initially veered to the left, but the spring-loaded feelers smacked into a door jamb, sending a jolt through the whole mechanism. He corrected his trajectory and walked parallel to the sideboard towards his mother.

“Just a little farther, water-baby.” Mama Rose urged, waving jazz hands.

He pressed on, the balance arm slowly arcing away from his direction. He was within spitting distance of the china hutch when a rear caster wheel caught on the edge of the rug and pulled him backwards sharply.  The physical jolt knocked the lead weight free of the balance arm. The weight plummeted onto one of the legs, snapping it at a joint, tipping the whole walking frame up on its side. The untethered boom arm rotated off its axis. Billy tumbled up and out of the capsizing device, landing head-side down like a weeble-wobble.

“Almost,” Rose said, a bit deflated, picking a woozy Billy up and setting him feet-side-down, “Let’s try again.”

Billy searched through the wreckage, picking out the broken leg and  began screwing it back in place.

“Again and again,” Rose repeated to herself, “Until it’s perfect.”

The household budget was tight for a single mom. Rose was frugal and ambitious, taking temporary secretarial, accounting and paralegal work as it came. Her pregnancy knocked her out of the audition pool for off-, off-off- off-off-off, and Broadway chorus roles. (She admitted she wouldn’t want to see a show with a pregnant chorus girl but that sort of downtown avant garde theater was never her bag.)

Herother job was more absolute and decommissioned her immediately as per their “no married women/no unwed mothers/no women over 30” policy that even someone as traditionally-minded as her could see was a double standard. But you can’t mount a Women’s Lib protest outside a covert organization that technically didn’t exist even with a whole crew of Invisible Womyn.

She promised herself she’d jump back into acting/singing/dancing as soon as Billy was old enough, but it was such a hard birth and he was born so sick… Well, it didn’t seem practical to think about. Her career was on the backburner; from now on all her effort was focused on building his. But they still had bills that needed to be paid.

The local Y found space in the class schedule for her to offer dance classes in jazz, tap, and modern. All ages welcome from preschool to high school. Billy, of course, was to attend every one of her classes from “Baby n’ Me Wiggle Time” up to “Independant Modern II” for high school seniors. His mother didn’t think he’d be able to do much but expected him to try.  Some of it might filter down towards getting Billy to move around with slightly more grace.  Plus, she didn’t need to pay for a babysitter.

In the “Li’l Stars'' class, with girls near his own age (who still towered over him) he was self-conscious enough being the only boy in the class.

“Eww, cooties! Boy germs,” giggled a gaggle of girls in pink tutus.

“We have the schame biological pathogensch regardless of schex or gender," Billy protested, factually.

The alpha kindergartener in the tutu gang spat back, “So why is your head so big?”

An explosion of more giggles drowned out his explanation of intracranial fluid exchange not to mention the ineffectiveness of a non-sequitur in proper debate technique, so he shifted his concentration onto his plié instead of exploding in rage or tears (it could have gone either way)

The older girls’ dance classes were so much more physically outside his abilities but he was mostly ignored, treated as a class mascot rather than a fellow student. Dance teens were less direct in their attacks but they wounded deeper. Before class,  Billy was tying on his teenie-tiny Capezios in the dance studio when he overheard two older girls who hadn’t noticed him.

“Madame Rose is sooooooo elegant. It’s a shame her son is retarded,” said one teenager, pulling her hair up into a regulation bun as she walked through the studio door.

“He’s not retarded, he’s like a math whiz or something? So, he’s, like, half-retarded,” countered her friend, straightening her tights.

“Still a retard,” the alpha teen ruled, “I mean, look at that head.”

The two locked eyes with Billy, doing a calf stretch in the corner of the room, trying not to look as hurt as he felt.

The two shrugged and walked to the barre to start warming up.

The mandatory dance class attendance directive may have been inspired by Peebo’s demands, but it outlived them tenfold. Long after he mastered standing up and walking without falling over, Billy attended her dance classes. Looking back, when he was feeling generous, he thought this was his mother’s way of keeping him humble. School work was too easy and good grades came with no effort so she was deliberately putting him in situations he was bound to fail despite great effort. Inoculate him against arrogance with shots of guaranteed unfair failure.

When in a less charitable mood, he just assumed his mother just didn’t want to pay for daycare.

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Peebo’s third point –  to lessen the minor inconveniences of severe hydrocephalus (sundown eyes, spontaneous vomiting, general loginess), Rose doubled the trips to the hospital for cerebrospinal fluid evacuation. The machine, some kind of special hospital grade Hoover, was wheeled out. Catheter tubing from the machine threaded through the hole in the side of his skull. Billy sat back on a bed in an open ward as the machine sucked enough goop out of his skull to keep his pressure normal until they had to come back to do it again. Billy said the machine was ‘very loud’ inside his head, but wasn’t too painful, really. And for being a brave little patient, he got a comic book from the hospital newsstand over Rose’s strict disapproval that “funny books rot your brain” and on rare occasions, an oddly melancholy complaint,  “It’s all propaganda. Heroes aren’t like that in real life.”

“The CSF suction procedure is only meant for use in an emergency, “ the ward doctor protested through clenched teeth, “For newborns too sickly for an implanted shunt! It’s a stopgap.”

“Well, Billy doesn’t have a shunt so he needs the machine, “ Rose rationalized, waving to a familiar nurse.

Rose knew all the nurses and technicians, being a “regular” now.” She always had a smile and some small talk for everyone.

During the procedure, Billy was far chattier than the shrieking preemies in the NICU that the nurses usually stuck tubing into. Billy wanted to know how everything worked, asked about the detailed steps of every procedure and dropped constant fun facts from whatever he was memorizing at the moment (mostly drowned out by the roar of the fluid vacuum). He had finished reading the encyclopedia and was halfway through memorizing  a World Atlas. He had bargained with an underachieving med student interning on the ward to do his homework in trade for his anatomy textbook.

The doctor rubbed his brow,  “You could bring your kid in for this procedure every damn day and it wouldn’t be as effective as an implanted shunt.”

“Language, sir,” Rose wagged her finger scoldingly, “I smell gin on your breath. Are you drunk right now?”

“I’m not drunk. I’m exhausted,” the doctor, well into his second 12 hour shift, stated, “Your son should have been scheduled for surgery when he was under a year old .The more you put it off the more severe the complications become.”

“Can you guarantee this surgery will NOT affect my son’s intelligence?”

“A head full of excess fluid is not the cause of your son’s intelligence.”

“You don’t know that. No one knows that. Billy is a unique case! They wrote a paper about him!”

“Untreated hydrocephalus doesn’t make geniuses, it makes simpletons who struggle tying their own shoes and piss themselves while they do it,” the doctor added bitterly, “Hydrocephalus makes a lot of corpses, too.”

“Well, Billy is a genius. Billy has hydrocephalus. They might be connected. I won’t do anything that might jeopardize his brain.”

“This fluid-evacuation procedure is unsustainable in the long term! He won’t die from the hydrocephalus but you’re not doing anything to stop the skull deformation and potential secondary symptoms– shortened life span, pituitary failure, stunted growth… ”

“In twenty years he could be curing cancer or negotiating peace in the Middle East, but you want me to give up that future because his head looks funny?” Rose belted, “That, sir, is just BUNKUM!”

The exacerbated doctor put his head in his hands, “You didn’t give birth in a mud-floored hut in the Mekong Delta! He’s not the last Habsburg ruler of the Spanish Empire! You’re an American, in an American hospital. There is no reason to have a child with hydrocephalus and DO NOTHING. He’s suffering unnecessarily.”

“Does he look like he’s suffering?” Rose pointed.

Billy lay back on a ward bed, reading his comic book with his feet in the air and a gurgling tube in the side of his head. He noticed he was being stared at and sat up straight, thinking he was in trouble.

The doctor had tried to be reasonable, he had to use the only weapon left in his arsenal – “Refusing required treatment technically qualifies as abuse. I’m required by law to call CPS and you’d lose custody.”

Rose’s plastic smile fell. She leaned in close– too close– as she whispered, “You’re going to take my son from me, Dr. Big-Pants? Just try it. Mama Bear’s got friends in high places. Dangerous friends who–” She spotted someone across the room, “Oh golly! Marjory! I haven’t seen you in ages!”

Rose wandered off mid-threat. The ward doctor was too tired to even care. He shrugged it off, threw up his hands and things continued as they always had.

-

“Good morning, Fairfax County!” beamed the avuncular host from the dinky set of the local network affiliate. Just a mid-morning half hour of local affairs sandwiched between the Today Show and the back-to-back game show block for the elderly and unemployed.

After covering minutes of a school board meeting and something about snowmobile purchases and a recipe segment about microwaving ham, the host brought out the guests.

“Now, we all know the National Spelling Bee happening over there across the Potomac is a pretty big deal, but it’s a long road to get there. Many, many other Spelling Bees on the way to the big one. And this little fellow has big dreams of making it. Please welcome Billy Whalen and his mother Rose.”

Propped on a sofa, Rose beamed and greeted the host with a handshake. Billy remained catatonic until his mother nudged him and whispered, “Smile for the camera, water-baby.” Billy pulled his lips back in a painful rictus grimace. The show cut away to the host as quickly as possible.

“Thanks for having us on, Carl,” Rose said warmly.

“Is this right, Billy is the youngest ever participant in a National Bee semi-final? How did that happen,”

“Well, Billy doesn’t go to school yet,” Rose began to explain.

“Lucky guy,” the host joked.

“So we petitioned to take a written test of over 200 words in order to qualify to enter at this level in lieu of doing a live spelling bee at a lower level.”

The host turned to the boy, “So, Billy, how old are you?”

Billy stared like a trapped animal. He stared at the red light on top of the TV camera pointed at him. His mouth, maybe for the first time ever, was completely dry. The pause seemed to last an eternity.

“He’s four!” his mother filled the vacuum, “Just turned four.”

“Looks like our boy genius here is a little nervous making his regional TV debut.” Billy’s ears flushed pink. The studio audience “aww”ed and laughed.

The host turned back to Rose, “But it’s not just spelling he’s a master at, right?”

“Oh yes. Billy has an exceptional IQ and memory for all kinds of trivia.”

“The highescht uninterrupted waterfall in the world is Angel Fallsch of Venezchuela,” Billy offered quietly, “979 meters or 3,212 feet.”

A classroom chalkboard that an outline of the United States had been drawn onto was wheeled in upstage. A stagehand placed a step ladder in front of it. Billy was relieved to have a task he could handle. He jumped off the interview couch and scampered up the ladder in front of the chalkboard.

The host declared to the studio audience, “Before your eyes, ladies and gentlemen, Little Billy Whalen here is going to name every state and its capital city in… five minutes.” Rose nodded and smiled.

Ignoring the outline, he made a neat list in the middle of the board in 5 columns of every state in alphabetical order followed  by its capital. The writing is childish but legible but most importantly - 100% correct.

As Billy finished chalking “WYOMING - CHEYENNE,” the host called out, “Time! 4 minutes and 39 seconds. Now, if that isn’t a record, it should be!”

The audience clapped. Rose smiled proudly. Billy climbed down the ladder, a little physically shaky but pleased.

“The Spelling Bee Semi-Finals are tonight at Spiro Agnew High in Glen Burnie. I can tell you any of us without our own kids in competition are definitely rooting for you, Billy!”

-

On stage  were 50 contestants to get through, alphabetically. That meant he was almost last. Billy just sat on his folding chair in the back of the crowd, kicking his feet. He looked out into the audience. He spotted his mother quickly; they had the same color hair. In her “Toni Tennille” phase they even had the same haircut. Luckily for both of them, she had moved on with the times and was sporting “carefree natural waves” that took a head full of rollers and a full can of hairspray to set.

After picking her out in the crowd, Billy noticed two men wearing sunglasses and  black suits come up the aisle. They tapped her on the shoulder. One spoke to her and she rose from her seat and went with, leaving the audience. She came back without them about three contestants later and took her seat again. Billy thought that was a strange thing to do, especially at a spelling bee.

“Number 27.”

Billy paced to the edge of the stage and climbed up two apple boxes set up for him. No stumbles, kept his balance — his mother watching in the audience was already relieved.

A small murmur from the crowd.  Billy smiled nervously and went pink in the ears. A scattered “awww.”

The microphone was still too high. He stood on tiptoes to wrench the angle stand down to his level, pulling a little too hard. The mic fell forward  and he pressed his mouth directly onto it – not ideal. He had never used a microphone before and no one thought to tell him not to do it.

“Your word is…Syzygy “

“Schyzchygy,” Billy repeated into the mic, muffled and distorted as his lips pressed into the foam cover.

“Syzygy.”

“Schyzchygy,” Billy repeated again, clearly nervous.

A shout from the audience, “Annunciate, water baby!” He shot a glare at his mother standing in the crowd but stayed pressed against the mic.

“SCHHZDJCHYGCHYYY,” Billy parroted back, even more distorted, “May I have the language of origin?”

“ Syzygy. Ancient Greek through Late Latin. SYZYGY.”

“May I have it used in a schentence, pleasche?” Billy was just stalling now. Everyone could tell. He was sweating as well as spitting all over the microphone– the foam windscreen was soaked.

“Maximum gravitational force occurs when a syzygy and perigee occur on the same day as perihelion.”

“May I have a definitssctchchion?” The mic was starting to pop and crackle. The foam cover was so saturated with saliva it was dripping.

“Astronomy.  Syzygy describes a straight-line configuration of three celestial bodies in a gravitational system. Syzygy.”

Nowhere to hide now. Billy took a breath (immediately broadcast loudly to the auditorium.)

“Sschyzchygy,” Billy gasped, “Esschh–”

The lights in the auditorium flickered and a sudden jolt and a flash as 10,000 volts jumped from microphone to Billy via mouth. He was blown backwards 10 feet and lay unconscious on the stage.

–

Billy spent the rest of the Bee in the makeshift nurse’s office. No serious damage done. Surface burns and a slight concussion (his skull was surprisingly hardy). His bangs were singed.  He was disqualified for “failure to spell word in allotted time,” as he was unconscious.

“Look who came to see you,” Billy’s mother announced enthusiastically, presenting Prof. Peebo, who bowed deeply to shake Billy’s hand.

“An outrage. Faulty equipment, no safety measures! I’ll call the board tomorrow to let them know this will not stand.”

Billy ignored him, and worriedly asked his mother, “Can we still go to Magic Pan even though I didn’t win?”

-

“A defeat isn’t truly a defeat if one learns something from it,”  Peebo raised his glass, ”And tonight we learned cerebrospinal fluid is an excellent conductor of electricity!”

“Cheers,” Rose said, clinking her glass against his, smiling broadly.

Billy kept his tumbler of Pepsi (soda was usually off-limits but this was a ‘special occasion') on the table and glowered, but neither adult noticed. He flicked a charred patch of bangs out of his eyes.

At the time, young Billy thought the adults were acting clumsy and silly. Older Billy looking back could pick up that the two had been drinking wine in the nurse’s office as soon as he had been escorted off the stage and were giddy and tipsy.

Rose saw Billy’s frown and sloppily offered consolation, “Not every performer succeeds on the live stage, water-baby. “

Peebo added, “Plenty of other venues for a boy genius. It’s all marketing. Like our great national poet Stevie Sondheim says, ‘You gotta have a gimmick.’

“Oh Professor, I just ADORE Sondheim, “ Rose lit up. She much preferred his earlier, cheerier work better, of course. More your West Side Story and Gypsy than your Pacific Overtures.

“If you’re gonna pump it, pump it with a trumpet,” muttered Billy.

“My impression is that due to his medical situation,  the lad is always going to be…” Peebo searched for the kindest way to put it, “Small for his age so we’re going to use that. RECORD BREAKER! Ladies and Gentlemen, the youngest boy EVER to… etcetera etcetera.”

Rose looked intrigued, “Break records?”

“The youngest boy to get a perfect score on the SATs. LSATs. MCATs. The youngest student admitted to Harvard. To the London School of Economics. To the masters program of the Art Institute of Chicago. The youngest fully-accredited urologist. The youngest scientist ever hired at NASA. The youngest elected US Senator… You get my drift.”

“Oh, how fun,” Rose clapped her hands, “You could do any of those if you put your mind to it, Billy!”

Billy remained neutral. He didn’t not like the idea, but he remained wary. “John Eaton of Tennesschee was 28 years, 4 months, 29 days old when he entered the Schenate in 1818 despite Article I, Schection 3, Clause 3 of the Conschtitution –”

Peebo cut him off, “Maybe not that one specifically, just the idea of it,” he turned back to Rose, “It’s open-ended, just as long as he's the youngest in the competition. That will get the media interested. Human interest stories. Better if he wins, but the bump comes from the effort.”

“Now, to frame this right, we need to keep our boy  looking as much like a spring chicken as we can. So, darling, if you're planning on getting those ears pinned, cancel the appointment asap!” Peebo flicked Billy’s stuck-on-sideways cab-driving-down-the-street-with-both-doors-open projecting ears for demonstration. Billy grabbed his ear to stop it wobbling and looked daggers at the professor.

“Same goes for orthodontia, speech therapy, fashionable hair styles and long pants. He needs to be every mother’s precious baby darling for as long as that big head weighs him down to travel size.”

Rose nodded, taking Peebo’s order as gospel.

“You only have a short time window with a boy genius before they age out of the sport but we may be able to milk it with this one,” Peebo smiled, showing way too many teeth. He still made Rose think of a rubber shark, but a handsome shark.

Billy was starting to boil over. He didn’t like this “Professor” guy to begin with but being ear-flicked and discussed like an object was too much.

“May I be excusched,” he lisped, rising from the booth to walk it off. Peebo and Rose were staring deeply into each other's eyes, sharing private jokes over Spinach Soufflé and Potage St. Germaine and didn’t even notice his exit.

Billy wandered aimlessly around the restaurant, unnoticed by other diners and stepped over by waiters hoisting trays of Chicken Elegante and Crêpe A La Mode. He found the open kitchen where the Magic Pan’s namesake device cranked out crêpe after crêpe. One perfectly cooked crêpe made every minute.

A cook dressed in a modern American foodservice interpretation of a peasant dirndl placed a frying pan, face-down, onto a eight-slotted wheel revolving over one enormous ring of gas flames. Each naked pan made a few lazy revolutions on the carousel, slowly heating to the necessary temperature. A perfectly-heated pan was momentarily removed to be dipped bottom-side down in batter before being returned to the pan carousel. Another revolution over the gas burner cooked the crepe evenly every time. Magically.

Billy watched the mechanical process in a calm, near-hypnotic state. The unconventional use of standard equipment. The efficiency. The regularity of the result. The crepes! No, accuracy, Billy– the palacsinta!

“You don’t like me much, do you Billy?” Peebo Putnam said from behind him, walking closer without making a sound.

Billy didn’t look away from the crêpe pan carousel. He didn’t even want to acknowledge anyone standing behind him.

“That’s fine. Most of my boy geniuses don’t, at first. But they learn to respect me and my methods when they see the results.”

Billy just looked at the pans going around, trying to block him out.

“You, eh, I don’t rank much. You’re a smart kid, sure, but you’re damned  funny-looking and this is an image-based world we live in. Your mother, though. Wow, what a firecracker!”

Billy cringed. He didn’t even know what the man meant but it seemed like something you shouldn’t say to her 4-year-old son even if he was a genius.

“I’m sticking to your both like glue for as long as this ride lasts, so you better do better than you did tonight in that spelling bee. Or maybe the next electrical accident you won’t be able to walk off so quickly. You read me, kid?”

“I read at a 9th grade level,” Billy snapped angrily.

“Good.”

... to be continued

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Notes--

also posted on Archive of Our Own for ease of reading

My feeling on this chapter-- feels like a lot of exposition and not enough jokes. I'd like to punch up every dialogue exchange to be funnier but this project is to write without a plan and post whatever I have as soon as I finish. This is as far ahead as I had ideas for (aside from a big finale) so I have no idea where this is going. (I might switch it up and write something else next month.)

I intend Billy to always speak with a lisp (as he does) but it matters more in this chapter and Baby Billy doesn't say much, so I spell it out. Writing out the lisp (or Pete's southie dialect) makes it a nightmare to spell check and hard to read.

more Li'l Billy:

Billy Aces the SATs

His Soft Marketable Melon-Headed Debut

Billy Goes To Prom / Alt Prom

Very Rude

Back-to-School

Halloween Pumpkin

Syzygy - In addition to the astronomical meanings, Carl Jung uses it to mean "a union of opposites." (Not Eros/Thanatos— that was a Freud thing) I just picked it because it would be hard for Billy to say.

The Magic Pan was a real chain of restaurants that peaked in the early 1980s with 110 locations (usually in malls) across North America. The last Magic Pan restaurant (in my hometown) closed in 1995.

The show is as comedically casual about hydrocephalus as it is about albinism. Pete bursts into flames in contact with sunlight; Billy's head glugs when he shakes it.

I'm no doctor but I researched due-diligence to make *plausible* medical bullshit. The core question: Why wouldn't Billy have had his hydrocephalus treated when he was a baby? Secondarily, where was his mother when he went on the lam in #327? Why hadn't he seen/spoken to her in years, according to Rose in #506?

Babies born congenital hydrocephalus usually resolve it brain surgery (with an implanted shunt) by the age of 2. Shunts may go wrong and have to be replaced later in life, but in the US, if treated early, patients have mostly normal lives with no physical signs of having had it.

Billy claims (in #106) that water-on-the-brain is the cause of his intelligence. Doc says in #110: "Like a speech impediment and growth hormone deficiency qualifies you as a boy genius." which may be just a short joke/general abuse but hypopituitarism/pituitary dwarfism (different than the acondroplasia of the Moppets) would be a side effect of untreated hydrocephalus. Agewise, he falls into the gap where corpse-harvested HGH was banned for causing Creutzfeldt–Jakob disease and before synthesized HGH was invented so even if he could afford hormone replacement therapy, it wouldn't be legally available.

Rose canonically is old lady stereotype + smothering mother archetype, but also a former costumed adventurer/crime-fighter. When/why did she give up if she can still physically kick ass while elderly? Was it because of Billy? Who's Billy's father? (least interested in this one so I'll leave it alone)

In the 20th Century, doctors were notorious for not listening to female patients and doing whatever they wanted to them/their babies unquestioned (still an issue now but there was no such thing as a patient's bill of rights until 2010. ) On the other extreme is the modern cult of "a mother knows" + blanket suspicion of experts which easily leads into anti-vax theories, giving kids bleach enemas to "cure" autism, and Munchausen's by Proxy. Rose is a smothering/overprotective "mama bear" (and probably used to being mistreated by a patriarchal system), so likely to fall into that mindset.

I'd also imagine her being a stage mother (her name is "Mama Rose" after all) with toxic positivity & achievement expectations which she considers "a can-do attitude." Since "heroes" in universe tend to be bastards and hypocrites, to survive she needs a machiavellian streak despite being a "goody-goody." Actresses are already notoriously narcissistic and cut-throat even without also being justice-enforcing killing machine.

Anything I left out?

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[thevagaries]

Wandavision and food

Sorry this got long. Spoilers up to the Halloween episode.

Im doing a rewatch of Wandavision and I noticed not only a food motif but starvation/ food as a threat theme running through the show.

I definitely think whatever is going on is beyond just Wanda. I think something is feeding off her. I also think she may have been pregnant pre-blip and the fetus’ may have been controlling her to an extent. I also think Agnes is connected to the kids somehow, but for now I’m focusing on food especially as a bad thing, or as part of a problem.

In the pilot there’s the empty fridge, the difficulty preparing dinner for Visions boss( everything Wanda does to make dinner makes it less palatable), the choking. The highly disturbing stopit. Stop it. Stopit. The commercial for the toaster makes it sound like a bomb.

In the second episode all the women carrying food to a party where that horrible woman is running things( sorry no idea what Emma Caulfields characters name is). Agnes needs to drink to get through the meeting- I’m counting drinking as food since it is a form of consumption. Wanda misses the cue to not clap because she’s too busy eating a cookie. Emma’s character cuts her hand on a glass as well. The bee keeper is a job that involves control of a food source. Vision gets sick from consuming gum. Vision almost exposes himself by saying he doesn’t eat.

Episode 3 Wanda is chowing down like crazy during the pregnancy. Hides her belly behind a bowl of fruit. Geraldines pants here have fish on them right before she gets thrown away. The opening sequence has multiple food references as well. All the bad stuff in the commercial is the actress and her kids screwing up food( so she needs the vacation). Wanda also goes into labour in the kitchen The stork is carrying things in its mouth when it’s a part of the wall painting. Monica is also eating an apple while describing her temp job planning a food commercial.

Episode four- takes place outside the hex. Captain Rambo does get “eaten” by the hex when she gets too close. Of the 2 cops Agent Woo talks to, the one who does answer questions is drinking a coffee, and is fairly antagonistic. Darcy can’t get anyone to get her a coffee. Darcy drops her cup o soup when she sees Monica. Darcy says Wanda “washes dishes once an episode, barf.” Darcy is eating and offers some to Agent Woo while they watch Wanda give birth and then when they realize someone is censoring the broadcast.

Episode 5-the babies crying and refusing their binkies. Agnes is drinking when the twins age jump. The intro has several food images- like the picnic and the birthday cake with candles 1-5 on it. The dog is introduced in the kitchen. The first thing Wanda says about not keeping that “dogs need food”. The twins age jump again in the kitchen. One of the twins (billy) trains the dog with treats. The blood imagery of the spilled drink in the commercial. The dog dies from eating poisonous plants. Wanda and Vision start their fight in the kitchen

Episode 6- Agnes wearing naughty pants while eating right out of the fridge. The argument about Halloween being about candy. The twins go into the living room before waking Pietro carrying bowls of cereal. The stolen Halloween candy. The Halloween flashback where they are given a fish. Vision was forced to wear the costume and Pietro makes several references to him looking like food. Wandas threat to turn Pietro into a pickled herring. The full sized candy bars up the block-“cavity town”. The sword truck getting turned into a food truck when the Hex expands. Pietro doing something weird with his mouth right after Wanda sees him as dead.

The way Vision is torn back into the Hex is almost like he’s being digested. The expansion itself is “ eating” everything it comes in contact with.

And perhaps most telling of all is that fucked up commercial with the starving child who can’t open the yogurt. :

“I’m so hungry”

“ I used to be just like you”

“What did you do?”

“I ate yo-magic!”

In conclusion- it’s definitely not just Wanda. Something is using her to feed itself.

[givemearmstopraywith]

rules: tag people you want to get to know better!!!

i was tagged by the lovely @selkiefem​! i don’t do this often but this seemed like a lot of fun.

your name and what you would’ve named yourself: my name is emmanuelle and honestly knowing the story behind it i would just keep this name. 

astrological sign (sun/moon/rising if you know them): aries sun, sagittarius moon, libra rising

when did you join tumblr and why: 2013 because i was obsessed with the hobbit and i [takes a very long drag of my cigarette] am somehow still here

top 5 fandoms: i honestly don’t think i’m in any fandoms. i’m in the virgin mary fandom. i’m in the.....florence welch fandom. a jim-based cult of our own devising with @gothorita​.

top 5 favorite films: billy elliot, midsommar, bram stoker’s dracula, byzantium, and antigone

go to song when you want to feel something: i know the end by phoebe bridgers or 100 years by florence + the machine

what’s your religion or faith if you have one: it’s hard to explain but think of it like judaism and catholic-inspired hermeticism.

a song that makes me feel seen: get out of my house by kate bush 

if i could have any career: just a writer....i just want to write. tell stories and make people feel things.

do you have a type?: i’m going to be vague and say anyone who isn’t a cishet man, but it’s much more specific than that and i hate that for me.

what does my heart/soul yearn for: for someone to look me in the eyes and say “yes, i understand you. i understand you and i like that i understand you.”

if you had to describe yourself in 5 words to someone: garden variety hysterical bog hag

favorite subjects in school: english but i love history too.

where does my soul feel most at home: anywhere in nature. i love places that are raw and rugged and wild and a little grim. anywhere like that is home for me. 

top 5 fictional characters: villanelle, cathy earnshaw, sophie hatter, lucy westenra, probably [redacted]. 

top 3 moments in a show that made you ugly cry: i very rarely cry over shows but i cried when game of thrones ended because i’m generally a very shameful person and i’ve cried multiple times over an asmr series that should qualify as a tv show. 

earth, the sun, the moon or the stars: the moon........pull me like the sea baby girl

favorite kind of weather: rainy weather in the autumn, when the fields are ablaze with gold and the trees are bloody

top 3 characters you kin with: villanelle, cathy earnshaw, sophie hatter

favorite medium of art: to do? absolutely writing but i love embroidery as well!

introvert/extrovert/ambivert: definitely an introvert, but if i really get on with someone i become deeply insufferable

favorite literary quote: i’m not answering this question because i shouldn’t have to choose just one.

some of your favorite books: wuthering heights by emily brontê; the shipping news by annie proulx; salt slow by julia armfield; the shell seekers by rosamunde pilcher; the lord of the rings series by jrr tolkien; dracula by bram stoker.

if you could live anywhere in the world where would it be?: man just wants to live in wales innit

if you could live in any time in history when would it be?: hmmmm celtic, pre-conquest britain, or during the bolshevik uprising.

if you could play any instrument masterfully what would it be?: i really want to play the autoharp but if i could learn any instrument i would love that.

if you have one, what mythological god or goddess do you have a connection to?: rhiannon!! and persephone. 

lastly, favorite recent selfie in your camera roll: 

disclaimer: the mark on my cheek is, fyi, from me getting grubby in some moss and then rubbing my face without thinking. also my eyebrows actually do match my hair. also im incapable of looking directly at a camera and im sorry.

tagging @gothorita​ @sleepersinthatquietearth​ @lesbian-moon​ @bee-decandent  and @thranduils​- absolutely no need to complete it if you’re not comfortable with that!!

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🔊OBAMNA 🔊 𝑰 𝒑𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒆 mira mamá una ranita 𓆏 °.• ♡ ╾━╤デ╦︻ .°• im so sick of this swag citty bitch ( ꈍᴗꈍ) Shawty #swag She/they 🍓🍒🥛✂️💉🩹🧷🚬🛒💀🖤 Kitty Baphomet's queen Gore fan and horror addict 🖤 Stay safe babe❤

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Five Times The Harringtons were the Cutest Family Ever

The famous couple has been known to share many adorable moments together in plain view of fans and paparazzi over the years such as the infamous Date Night in Paris and even their wedding but things seem to have gotten even cuter since the new addition to their family came along.

Back in August, the couple announced via social media that they had adopted a little girl named Callie Rose. The internet took to the three year old immediately and she's been a ray of sunshine whenever she graces her parents' feed. Likewise both her parents seem to be much more happier whenever they're with her. Here are five times The Harringtons were the cutest family ever.

5. Airport Cuties

First up at number five has to be their arrival at LAX. Callie looked adorable in her bee onesie being carried by Steve as she still seemed to be sleeping. Pictures of them all cuddled up together during their flight is just the icing on the cake.

4. Trip to DisneyLand

At number four on our lists is their trip to DisneyLand. There is a slew of content- from pictures to videos- of the family exploring the park. What could be cuter than Billy Harrington in Mickey Mouse ears and Steve Harrington pulling the absolute silliest of faces just to appease their daughter.

3. Instagram Take Over

It's not often that Steve Harrington goes Live on social media, he is a very busy man after all, but what a wonderful treat is was for him to do so two months ago. The video is only about thirty minutes long but we're gifted with the sight of Callie and Billy dancing and singing along to Baby Shark in their living room.

"He hates this song with a passion but he'll do anything for her." Steve stated in the background of the video.

If that isn't one of the sweetest things ever then we don't know what is!

2. Interview on The Late Show

Next up at number two is Billy and Steve's interview on The Late Show with Karl Hurst . After talk of the new movie Billy is set to star in (set to come out next summer) things quickly switched over to their daughter and their thoughts on parenthood as new fathers.

"Callie is the most precious thing. She's very energetic and she's very smart. She's the absolute sweetest. When we first met she was very shy and timid, cautious. We've gotten to see her grow so much already and it's amazing that we are apart of that." Said Steve.

"Parenthood isn't at all what we expected, I don't think anyone expects it to be how it is for them but it's so fulfilling. It's a new adventure for us together and we're truly grateful that we get to provide this loving family for her and get to know her." Billy answered.

1. Homecoming Post

And number one of course has to go to the very beginning of it all. In August, after the finalization of their adoption was complete Billy took to social media to finally announce the news.

'I was lucky enough to find a loving family of my own, now I get to provide that for this beautiful little girl. I can't wait to start this new and exciting chapter of my life not only with my husband but our daughter as well. I love you both so much❤️’ He stated in his caption under a photo of the three of them.

We’re not crying, you are!

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

I have reached 3000 followers and wanted to celebrate with something special. The challenge will be to write a dark!fic with any MCU character(s). 

Do I have to follow you to participate?

I’m not that much of a narcissist. You don’t have to follow me but it’s always nice. I won’t check any way. <3

What kind of story do I write?

Now this is a dark! challenge so I think you know what that means. A reminder that it doesn’t need to include noncon but the characters should be darker than their canon counterparts (how you do that is up to you.) However this challenge will not include underage, bestiality, or incest relationships. (if you write Peter Parker, make it an adult Peter and not high school Peter)

You can write reader, pairing, OC, or whatever you’re most comfortable with.

How do I get involved?

Choose a dialogue prompt or lyric from the list below and send me an ask with the following:

-your dark! character(s) of choice -your chosen prompt (if you choose too, you can choose one dialogue prompt and one lyric and combine them but no more than one of each)

When you’ve finished your fic, send us an ask and tag us in your fic and include the tag #inthedark!challenge

All fics will be included in a masterlist that I will include on this blog 😊

When do I have to get this done by?

August 2, 2019

If you have any questions, feel free to ask and I look forward to reading all of your creations!

Dialogue:

“I don’t like to repeat myself.”

“You can do better.”

“Enough! No more talking.”

“I’m done being patient.”

“Don’t play with me. You’ll regret it.”

“Shh, it’s okay. It’ll only hurt a little.”

“You earned this. Understand?”

“How did you get in here?”

“I’m just getting started.”

“If you think this hurts, you won’t make it through the night.”

“This is what happens to little teases.”

“What are you doing?”

“You’re doing good. Just relax.”

“Aw, now, don’t you cry.”

“Sit down and stay!”

“Did I say you could cum?”

“You can beg for it.”

“Just tell me what you want.”

“What are you going to do about it?”

“It’s so hot when you fight.”

“Say it.”

“Just a little more, baby.”

“That wasn’t a question.”

“Do it or I’ll do it for you.”

“I promise I’ll be good.”

“Stop touching me.”

“I can see you right now.”

“We’re done talking.”

“You’re insane, you know that?”

“You know when you see something so precious you need to break it?”

“You’re scaring me.”

“I know every move you make.”

“You don’t stop. Not unless I say so.”

“How very pathetic.”

Lyrics/Songs:

It Will Come Back - Hozier “You know better babe, you know better babe Than to smile at me, smile at me like that.”

Way Down We Go - Kaleo “Do you dare to look him right in the eyes? Yeah Oh, 'cause they will run you down, down 'til the dark.”

I’m On Fire - Bruce Springsteen “Tell me now, baby, is he good to you? And can he do to you the things that I do? Oh, no I can take you higher.”

Break Your Heart - Barenaked Ladies “How could you be so low? You arrogant man, What do you think that I am?”

Infatuation -Maroon 5 “I'm touching your skin If it's only a fantasy, then why is it killing me?”

I Touch Myself - The Divinyls “I close my eyes and see you before me Think I would die if you were to ignore me.”

Back 2 Good - Matchbox Twenty “Everyone, well everyone here hides Shades of shame, yeah but looking inside we're the same.”

2 Become 1 - Spice Girls “Come a little bit closer baby, get it on, get it on 'Cause tonight is the night when two become one.”

I’m the Only One - Melissa Ethridge “But I'm the only one Who'll walk across the fire for you And I'm the only on Who'll drown in my desire for you.”

Leave Your Lover - Sam Smith “But if I can't have you I'll walk this life alone Spare you the rising storms and let the rivers flow.”

Be My Baby - The Ronettes “The night we met I knew I needed you so And if I had the chance I'd never let you go.”

Beekeeper’s Daughter - The All-American Rejects “You're a pretty little flower I'm a busy little bee.”

Fever - Peggy Lee “Never know how much I love you Never know how much I care When you put your arms around me I get a fever that's so hard to bear.”

Adore - Prince “You made love to me Like you where afraid Was you afraid of me? Was I the first? Was I your every fantasy?”

Jealous - Nick Jonas “It's my right to be hellish I still get jealous.”

Don’t Come Around Here No More - Tom Petty “Stop walking down my stree Who do you expect to meet? And whatever you're lookin' for Don't come around here no more.”

When You Were Mine - Prince “'Cause I love you, baby, that's no lie I love you more than I did when you were mine.”

Hands All Over - Maroon 5 “Love is a game you say Play me and put me away.”

Born to Die - Lana Del Rey “Come take a walk on the wild side Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain.”

Where Did Our Love Go - The Supremes “I've got this burning, burning Yearning feelin' inside me.”

Dancing on my Own - Robyn "I'm in the corner, watching you kiss her. I'm right over here, why can't you see me?"

Hostage - Billie Eilish “I wanna steal your soul And hide you in my treasure chest.”

Hysteria - Muse “I want it now Give me your heart and your soul.”

Lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off - Panic! At the Disco “Is it still me that makes you sweat? Am I who you think about in bed?”

The More You Ignore Me, The Closer I Get - Morrissey “When you sleep I will creep Into your thoughts Like a bad debt That you can't pay.”

Shiver - Coldplay “I'll always be waiting for you So you know how much I need you But you never even see me, do you?”

I Will Follow Him by Peggy March “I must follow him (follow him), ever since he touched my hand I knew That near him I always must be.”

I'm Gonna Make You Love Me by The Temptations/The Supremes “And I'm gonna use every trick in the book. I'll try my best to get you hooked.”

Living Room - Tegan and Sara “Well I'd spend the night and I'd lose my mind My windows look into your bathroom.”

Love You Til Tuesday - David Bowie “Who's that hiding in the apple tree, clinging to a branch Don't be afraid it's only me, hoping for a little romance.”

I Knew I Loved You (Before I Met You) - Savage Garden “A thousand angels dance around you I am complete now that I've found you.”

Surrender - Evanescence “Darling, theres no sense in running You know I will find you Everything is perfect now We can live forever.”

Fly on the Wall - t.A.T.u “When you think you're alone I'll be down the hall I could see it, if I was a fly on the wall What you do in your room I could see it all.”

Silhouettes - The Rays “Lost control and rang your bell, I was sore Let me in or else I'll beat down your door.”

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Us, August 3

You can buy a copy of this issue for your very own at my eBay store: https://www.ebay.com/str/bradentonbooks

Cover: Ellen DeGeneres’ empire in crisis 

Page 4: Who Wore It Best? Keltie Knight vs. Kristen Taekman vs. Melissa Gorga vs. Brooke Burke in Hale Bob 

Page 6: Loose Talk -- Billy Porter calling for an end to homophobia and transphobia in the Black community, John Legend admitting he cheated in previous relationships before he met wife Chrissy Teigen, Meghan Markle’s empowering message to young women, Viola Davis on the challenges of being a Black woman in Hollywood, Emma Bunton revealing she went on a socially distanced walk with her former Spice Girls bandmates 

Page 8: Contents 

Page 10: Hot Pics -- Jennifer Garner in a frilly polka-dotted swimsuit in Malibu, pregnant Nicki Minaj, Beverley Mitchell and husband Michael Cameron and kids Hutton and Kenzie and newborn Mitchell 

Page 12: Martha Stewart on a bike, Kaia Gerber and Cara Delevingne attend a Black Lives Matter protest, Paul Wesley and wife Ines de Ramon at the beach in Malibu, Jaden Smith after dinner at Nobu 

Page 13: Danielle Brooks and daughter Freeya, Serena Williams donates 50,000 meals to Feeding America, Armie Hammer and dog Archie on a scooter 

Page 14: Cool Cats -- it’s a furever kind of love for stars and their kitties -- Angela Kinsey and Oreo, Rita Ora and Bruno in London, Mandy Moore and Taylor Goldsmith and Peanut, Miranda Lambert and Tequila, Kate Beckinsale and Willow, Please adopt, don’t shop

Page 16: Stars They’re Just Like Us -- Wells Adams jogs, Alessandra Ambrosio walks her dogs, Brooke Burke exercises 

Page 17: Chris Rock eats pizza, Winnie Harlow reapplies her makeup 

Page 18: Roughing It -- Hollywood heads to the great outdoors -- Brie Larson in the back of a camper van, Chris Hemsworth and kids around the campfire, Olivia Munn is not a happy camper, Kevin Hart’s wife Eniko and kids Heaven and Hendrix and Kenzo in a backyard sleepover, Stephen Curry and son Canon set up a tent 

Page 21: Beekeeping is the buzziest hobby in Hollywood -- David Beckham and kids Romeo and Cruz and Harper in beekeeping suits, James Middleton, Carrie Underwood and Mike Fisher suit up for a day at the honey farm, Zac Efron leaning how to bee more sustainable 

Page 22: Love Lives -- Emma Roberts and Garrett Hedlund big baby steps 

Page 23: Katy Perry and Orlando Bloom the final countdown, Ricky Martin and Jwan Yosef loud and proud, Sofia Richie and Scott Disick back together 

Page 24: Hot Hollywood -- Kanye West -- a cry for help 

Page 25: Jessica Biel and Justin Timberlake welcomed a second child and it may be just what the doctor ordered to save their marriage, Hayden Panettiere stands up for herself and all survivors 

Page 26: A Day in the Life -- Kristin Chenoweth 

Page 28: Pet Project -- celebrity dog trainer and behaviorist Tamar Geller on how to keep your furry friends cool and calm and collected -- Reese Witherspoon, Kyle MacLachlan, Maria Menounos 

Page 30: Cover Story -- the end for Ellen DeGeneres? -- the talk show host’s reputation takes another blow as former staffers allege they’ve been mistreated on her watch 

Page 34: Secret royal wedding -- Princess Beatrice says I Do to Edoardo Mapelli Mozzi in a small socially distanced ceremony 

Page 38: Style -- sunglasses -- Billie Eilish 

Page 39: Ciara, Lizzo 

Page 40: Beauty -- pumped-up ponytails 

Page 42: Us Musts -- Joel Courtney on The Kissing Booth 2 

Page 43: Emily Andras on Wynonna Earp 

Page 46: Fashion Police -- Bel Powley, Tayla Parx, Krysty Wilson-Cairns 

Page 47: Poppy Delevingne, Shania Twain, Sofia Carson 

Page 48: 25 Things You Don’t Know About Me -- Jim Gaffigan

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Pixar Films

I dislike Disney as an entity; it is an evil corporate conglomerate that makes focus-grouped schlock to appeal to as wide an audience as possible at the detriment of story.  That said, Pixar was once the greatest animation studio on the planet.

Keep in mind, these are movies for kids, so anything negative I say will almost certainly be rebutted with “you’re just old and you don’t like Disney because it’s popular and you’re a hipster and you’re not even the target audience anyway so shut up.”  I’m just giving my two cents, whatever that’s worth.

I’m not gonna rate them on a number scale, I’ll just tell you how much I would or would not recommend watching them.  Some are must-see-cinema, others are bland and skippable affairs that you should not feel obligated to watch just because it has the Pixar brand on it.

Let’s start from the very beginning (a very good place to start)

Toy Story (1995) Groundbreaking, the first feature length 3D animated movie, spectacular cast, great story, though a little wonky by today’s standards both in the visuals (though that’s just a product of the times) and in the characterization (Woody is kinda of a jerk in this one; he was worse during pre-production, so this is the tame version).  Pixar started off on the right foot.  Would Recommend

A Bug’s Life (1998) This has some flaws, but is still a really fun movie.  Not as good as Toy Story, but infinitely better than Dreamworks’ knockoff Antz.  Great ensemble, memorable characters and set pieces, really funny.  Would Probably Recommend

Toy Story 2 (1999) An excellent sequel, they knocked it out of the park with this one.  It’s surprisingly deep, exploring concepts like the inevitability of change; nothing lasts forever, you can’t keep kicking the can down the road forever.  The journey is finite, but that doesn’t make it worthless.  Would Definitely Recommend.

Monsters, Inc. (2001) To date, their best original movie, maybe even better than Toy Story 2.  Everything about it is perfect; John Goodman and Billy Crystal have great chemistry, Steve Buscemi plays the perfect sleaze, Boo is just adorable, it’s an excellent movie.  Would Definitely Recommend.

Finding Nemo (2003) This is a beautiful movie; they had to invent new animation techniques to make it look this good, new ways for light to bounce and diffuse through the fishy medium.  Amazing story, absolutely heart wrenching at points, hilarious at others, without feeling tonally dissonant.  Would Definitely Recommend.

The Incredibles (2004) Another home run, they’re just showing off at this point.  This is a much deeper and arguably darker story than any of their previous films.  It doesn’t pull any punches and explores adult concepts like mid-life crises, extramarital affairs, death (oh, so much death; red shirt mooks and civilians alike).  This may be my favorite (definitely top 3; I’ll expand the list below).  Would Definitely Recommend.

Cars (2006) A competent movie, though by Pixar standards it’s not quite up to snuff.  Not bad, by any means, but this one is the most blatant cash grab of them all, just a commercial for hot wheels and die-cast toys.  I have a soft spot for it because this is the one I’ve seen the most; my mom would turn on this DVD to keep my baby sisters occupied, so it was literally always playing in our house.  That said, I’m not nostalgia blind; it has good parts, but it’s not great.  Would Probably Not Recommend.

Ratatouille (2007) C’est Magnifique!  Patton Oswalt does a fantastic job, I identify with Linguini on a spiritual level, the human characters are all perfectly demented and the rats are equally so.  I love this moral; anyone can be successful, it’s about who you are not where you come from.  Funny and relatable, an all around feel-good movie.  Would Definitely Recommend.

WALL-E (2008) Top 3, hands down, this is a true work of art, a modern masterpiece.  A film mostly devoid of dialogue, it expresses so much emotion from how the characters carry themselves and react physically to their surroundings.  The body language, the color choices, the camera work (especially in the space dance sequence), just how RAW everything is, how grounded it feels, how fleshed out these little robots are..  I Cannot Recommend This Enough, Watch it Right Now. Now. Why Are You Still Reading This?  Now! Go Watch it Then Come Back.  Even if You’ve Already Seen it, Go Watch it Again.

Up (2009) Another near perfect installment under Pixar’s belt.  They’ve really nailed the art of opening scenes; Carl and Ellie’s love story moves me to tears, it is so beautifully portrayed.  Some of the characters can be a tad annoying and overly cutesy to sell merchandise, but the story never suffers from it.  The villain actually feels like a threat, there are stakes, and the image of a house sitting by a waterfall and the story connotations thereof are indescribably bittersweet.  Would Definitely Recommend

Toy Story 3 (2010) This is is sort of hit or miss.  It’s a very well made movie, and an excellent CONCLUSION to the Toy Story franchise (Conclusion: noun, the end or finish of an event or process).  I liked it, felt it really wrapped things up in a satisfactory way, but it’s not better than Toy Story 2 in my mind.  I feel like this was a turning point for Pixar; after this, they were never quite the same, never really bounced back.  May or May Not Recommend, I’m on the Fence

Cars 2 (2011) You don’t give the comedy relief their own movie.  That’s storytelling 101; the comic relief bit-character can rarely stand on their own and meaningfully carry a story, though corporations are laughing all the way to the bank as I say this because these types of movies keep making boatloads of money even if they suck.  Minions made bookoo bucks, the Pirates of the Caribbean series is still ongoing despite the loss of Bloom and Knightly (and bringing them back for the last one doesn’t really count because Depp is still the main character), Cars 2 is a corporate cash grab, and devoid of artistic merit; this is my first hard no.  Would NOT Recommend.

Brave (2012) This is not a Pixar film, it is a Disney film that they decided to make under Pixar’s name instead because they knew Pixar had enough good will and positive connotations to get people into seats regardless of story.  It’s not terrible, but it’s not great.  That’s the story of modern Disney; not terrible, not great, just okay because that’s all it needs to be.  People will watch it no matter what, so they put in the bare minimum amount of effort so nobody can say they suck at making movies again (because for the longest time in the early 2000s, they did suck; Dinosaurs, Home on the Range, Chicken Little).  Would Not Recommend.

Monsters University (2013)  Why did you do this, Pixar?  Why did you take one of your best movies and do this specifically to it? Nobody asked for this, nobody wanted this.  I can only applaud them for having integrity enough to NOT give people what they wanted; people wanted a sequel, and that would have bee terrible.  You can’t follow up on Monsters, Inc, it had a perfect ending, it was hopeful and heart warming and definitive.  A prequel is the only thing they could have made without messing up the ending of the original, so I’ll give them some credit for that.  It’s not good.  Would Not Recommend.

Inside Out (2015) Their best one since Toy Story 3.  Not terrible, I actually liked a lot of things about this one.  I like it when Pixar takes on more serious subject matter, and I thought they did a good job exploring how a kid would react to such a drastic lifestyle change.  The cast was good, the animation was fun (inside Riley’s head; outside was generic and samey).  Not bad Pixar, not bad at all.  Would Probably Recommend.

The Good Dinosaur (2015) It doesn’t matter what i think because this movie still made hundreds of millions of dollars.  Disney is losing no sleep over this.  Would NOT Recommend.

Finding Dory (2016) Again with the continuations!  This was better than Monsters University, but the original was still such a hard act to follow.  It had potential, and I liked how it respectably handled mental illness in a way that was easy for kids to understand without dumbing it down and underplaying its significance in the lives of those who it effects.  I think Marlin kinda regressed, having to relearn what he already learned in the first one. The hardest I laughed was during the climax, the truck chase scene, “It’s a Wonderful World,” just amazing.  Would Probably Not Recommend

Cars 3 (2017) I hope Disney was happy with this end product.  I hope the producers really enjoyed cashing their toy checks for this one.  I thought it was worse than Cars 2, but I can see why some people might like it more.  Either way, it’s worse than Cars 1, which wasn’t particularly great anyway.  Would NOT Recommend.

Coco (2017) I’m on the fence with this one.  It was beautifully made, and the songs made me cry, but it’s hard for me to look at this movie without judging it as a product made by a focus group of mostly white people.  By itself it’s a good movie, but when you know how the Disney sausage is made it feels disingenuous and calculated.  Might Recommend, But it Had Some Baggage

The Incredibles 2 (2018)  I am Boo Boo the Fool, Pixar suckered me and I fell for it.  I was legitimately enthusiastic for this one because the original is one of their best, and unlike Monsters, Inc it actually left room for a sequel.  It had so much potential, and big shoes to fill, and it did so in the most generic Disney way it could.  Like Brave it wasn’t terrible, but it wasn’t great either.  Middle of the road, some things were fun, others made little sense, it was “appealing” in that it literally appealed to as wide an audience as it could without alienating anyone by doing anything particularly risky.  I liked Voyd, I liked how Helen became the main character, I liked the villain twist; I did not like how easy it was to make superheroes legal again.  It felt like it was tacked on at the end, like he just says “and there we have it, they’re legal again, congratulations,” like he was announcing the winner of the Price is Right.  Would Probably Not Recommend

Toy Story 4 (2019) I want to be clear that I made a point not to pay money to see many of the previous films on this list.  If I thought they were going to suck, I waited until a friend bought it and saw it with them for free.  This one, though, I was forced to pay for because my mom insisted on seeing it in theaters as a family.  It wasn’t terrible.  Wasn’t great.  Wash, rinse, repeat.  It was the same villain again; Stinky Pete, Lotso, Gabby-Gabby... I can’t wait for the fifth one where the villain is an old toy who is mad because they weren’t played with.  Buzz was made much dumber for this one, and I felt they didn’t do enough with Forky.  I was excited to see how they handled the existential aspects of the series; what makes a toy? How are toys sentient? Why are toys sentient? In the first movie Woody implied that there were rules that toys were honor bound to follow, so what is stopping Forky from blowing their cover on accident?  None of these questions were answered.  I liked Keanu Reeves, I didn’t like Key and Peele.  Would Probably Not Recommend.

The mighty have fallen.  It’s just sad. 

”Onward” looks kinda dumb, like a kiddy version of the flop Will Smith movie “Bright.”  I have no faith in this production company anymore, but I’m sure it will make hundreds of millions of dollars; the cast are fan favorites, including Disney’s favorite topical pet celebrities (because let’s be honest, Disney basically owns Tom Holland at this point.  Whether they own Spider-Man or not, they own Tom Holland, he is theirs, his soul contractually belongs to them).

Speaking of souls, ”Soul” will probably go over well with critics, though I can’t help but notice that their main character of color is transformed into a non-human for most of the movie.  Again.  I’m also not a fan of this one-word naming convention Disney has fallen into in the last decade.  “Brave” was originally titled “the Bear and the Bow,” but one-word titles seem to test well with kids.  Hopefully this will pass, but I’m not holding my breath.

I’m swearing off Disney movies, firsthand.  I might catch them second hand, through friends or other means, but I refuse to give this corporate conglomerate one more penny.  They basically own Hollywood, so my money will eventually make my way into their pockets, I just want to put as much distance between them and myself as possible.  No more Pixar, no more Star Wars, no more Marvel, no more Disney.  I am one drop in the bucket, I will not be missed, and they will not be affected in the slightest by my absence, but I need to prove to myself that I have integrity enough not to keep funneling my hard earned cash into a trillion dollar snack company.

Disney movies are snacks, not meals.  And I’m going on a diet.

Anyway, here’s my top three:

Monsters, Inc

The Incredibles

WALL-E

[crimeascritique]

wound lament

Wound Lament.

Staggering disguised as swaggering

Wound Lament.

Why so pushy by the way, what was that?

Wound Lament.

They all just stopped visiting after the diagnosis.

Wound Lament.

When we cried I saw flies in your tears (who the fuck are you?)

Wound Lament.

Social death is our social scene…

It’s the white in our shoes; it’s the brown in our mouths

Colour doesn’t matter, they say it’s all just radio waves, anyway...

But if you’re on the wrong frequency

Expect a lower life expectancy

To get spat at with silence.  To do more time. To care for 2 homes.

Watch yours wither, as your owners get bigger

Bees and butterflies, picking out its eyes Poor little thing's crying, "Mami" Hush-a-bye, don't you cry Go to sleepy, little baby...

“When you awake you shall have all the pretty horses”... colostomy bag needs changing, and if you’re going out, get us some baccy, we can go halves?

Glaswegian Nazi rocket scientists pack dueling scars with horse dung and horse hair to make their scars more pronounced, and sing:

Hallo Hallo, wir sind die Billy Boys (Cut, Cut, Cut). Sie werden uns an unserem Geräusch erkennen VAROOOOOOOOOM!

(CUT, CUT, CUT)

Roar with tears

Meow with fears

Blah, blah, blah.

It’s the waves...not us, They say “Wound Lament.”

It’s the light at the end of tunnel, corrosive agents, a bucket, and funnel

The Corrosive Agent looks at his number 2. It’s time... flush

A shit and a line at the same time,

Wound Lament: Get Sent, Spent, Spent Rent, Get Rent. Spend Rent

Do the some lines, watch a doc featuring current doctors speaking about Nazi doctors - Netflix and Pills. You could construct a secret history of world from pain killers. Morphine, Cocaine, Heroin, Methadone, Valium, Vicodin, Prozac, Lryrica. 

(YA! YA! YA!) (HEIL YEAH...take off...always on repeat)

Live on television

Paperclip people on pure heroin, pack scars with horsehair before they take off.

On the moon Nazis, Cocaine and the odour added to Zyklon A to make it 

Detectable Remains

While, B was odourless

They want to scar the moon. It wants to scar the moon

Packing the wound with entire species of horses.

The cutting agent for the new sheen will be rust, skeleton keys, piss, teenage lust, dragon scales, despair, and hollow laughter. An ontological repress: ‘we need 3 times more weight, otherwise use cheap holistic medicine or a folk taxonomy for the cut.’ 

The Cutting Agent looks at his number 2. It’s time... flush

Wound Lament. Grab the Moonlight

With hands, all clawed and tight

Do the dance, all clawed and tight

Dip, Dip, Dip

Goofy games, now you’re dead and out of sight

Bright like the stars

A map of all the scars

Because, the stars are open sores

The Surgeon General dabs on that Zyklon C (now with that extra scent of open heart surgery,emergency rooms, hospital car parks, and urine from a nearby back alley).

But see all the kids that drowned at sea

It’s the waves...not us, The surgeons say “Wound Lament. It’s the waves...not us, They say “Wound Lament.”

Sniff it, drink it, eat it, smoke it, chase it, shoot it, pop it, so you can stand it

While swallowed by the snakes (no ladders) or cuffed by the jakes (see)

Face down in the hospital waiting in a choke hold

Make a fist and raise it high 

(while off the fumes...cooking up that C )

Osama Bin Laden’s body gets washed up 

When tested, it was 70 per cent pure

Goofy games, bang up the remains of

what were once magic powers.

Now all turned to powders...

Red Bull, Prozac, News and the system’s endless laughter...

(Epilouge)

Read what Marx and Sun Ra said on Species Being. 

[trailerparkflower]

Can you write fem!Harringrove where alpha Billie has one-night stand with omega Steph? Maybe they could be at a party or something (they like each other, but Steph has a boyfriend, and Billie's always teasing her, so Steph isn't really sure if Billie even likes her at all), and Steph gets into her first heat and also induces Billie's first rut; Steph ends up pregnant. What happens afterwards is up to you, my sweet princess ! ❤

Hey baby🌺 Your wish is my command, and I really loved writing this promt, fem!Harringrove abo is just gold

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Billie glances at Steph quickly, noticing her pale face and slowing camaro down even more; driving like a freaking old lady. It feels so out-of-character even for her, what she gets pack of the Marlboros and lighter from the glovebox; there is a certain role what she need to follow, if you wanna know.

“So.” She starts with a careless voice, lighting a cig. Steph sighs, like if this one word was enough to exhaust her, or, maybe, like it was Billie fucking fault for everything what was happening with her. Is it the gratefulness for what she agreed to take her home? Not if Billie had much choice, tho, because Harrington apparently didn’t had anyone else-no mate, no parents, no friends. And maybe Billie is a mean bitch, but even she has a heart. Still, Steph don’t need to know about it, so she says, trying to sound as much uninterested as she can, “What’s up with you, princess? Are you, like, dying, or something? ”

“Don’t tell me what you are worried, Hargrove.” Steph murmurs, pressing her face to the cold window. Her usually perfectly stylised hair was wild and messy now, after Billie had to hold them while she threw up in the school bathroom, and, hugging herself, sitting here in the Billie jacket what is at least on two sizes too big for her, Steph looked like a little girl, vulnerable and small.

And secretly, Billie wants to hug her, because, yeah, okay. She is worried. It’s freaks the shit out of her what Harrington seems to unable hold food in her stomach lately, what she fails all her exams, what after that stupid Wheeler prince prick dumped her for the creepy stalker girl (wich, aside from everything, was a pleasing fact, and actually worked on Billie benefit), Steph seemed to get more and more quiet; more and more absent.

Billie thinks about her mama and about her last months; dark suspicions fills her mind.

She wants to hug Steph, to pet her hair, to tell what everything is going to be okay; but instead, she takes a long, slow drag, sticks out her tongue teasingly, and her red lips curls into a wide smile.

“Nah.” Shugs she. “But just in cause if you are, can you bequeath that cool VHS collection of yours for me?“

“Yeah, sure.” Steph rolls her eyes. “But at first, can you stop smoking? It’s stinks.”

“Hmm. Maybe, if you say what is going on with you.”

“Nothing! Nothing is going on, okay! I’m fine!” Steph exclaims, her knuckles white as she clenched her fists. Billie raises her eyebrow, unamused-Steph is really a shitty liar. How she even managed to be a school queen bee with the mind of the big spoiled baby? Must be a smalltown luck-in Cali, girls would eat her alive.

“Really?” Billie asks, a little bit rhetorically, because they both know the answer, and slowly inhales, just to blow the smoke right into the Steph pale face.   

Steph blinks few times, mouth slightly open. She looks like Billie just slapped her, like she wants to cry, and at the second, Billie actually feels sorry and wants to apologize like a friggin pussy-but then, something changes in Steph eyes, and she explodes.

“God, you are such a bitch, Hargrove! I’m fucking pregnant, that’s what is going on with me! Now. Can you fuck off already?! And stop fucking smoking or I end throwing up in your stupid car, too!”

“You.” Now, it’s Billie blinks few times, absolutely dumbfounded. Cigarette falls out of her hand on the ground, and all her willpower goes to watch on the road and stop car slowly without crushing into some tree. “You WHAT?”

Steph holds her intense glare, lifting chin up, trying to be tough. That’s my girl, Billie thinks somewhere in the back of her mind.

“Jesus Christ…” She runs her hand through the blond curly hair. “Wait. Was it Wheeler? Is it why he broke up with you?” Growls she, baring the alpha fangs, aggressive snarl twists her gorgeous face. “That frigging asshole, I swear-”

“Hey, calm down, big girl.” Steph chuckles, looking bit of haunted. Her thin long fingers fidgets edge of the short skirt nervously. “Its. Uh, w-well, not, not he, it's…well…you remember that party, um, at Tim?…”

She bites her pink pouty lips, and suddenly, Billie understands.

“Are you telling me what…” She murmurs, voice hoarse. “Shit. I am the. I am the…?” Steph  doesn’t answer, doesn’t even nod-she just adverts eye big glassy eyes, and Billie feels like everything is spining.

“Holy fuck. And you…you will, keep it?” Billie asks, carefully. Her hearts beats so fast, what seems to break her ribs.

It was just one of the stupid little cheesy fantasy, nothing serious, a world what Billie made for herself and dreamed about it, laying on the bed, sore and bruised after fightіs with Neil. She, Steph, their own kids and their own house, good ol` shiny American Dream.

Billie never dared to think what this dream could become reality.

Steph clearly understands her reaction wrong, because she finally glares at her, quick and furious, shoulders tensed. “Yes, I will keep the baby, and I don’t care if you if you don’t want it,  Hargrove. You don’t have to worry, because I will take care of everything, and I need no one help, and-and,” her voice cracks, and she takes a shaky breath,  “And you don’t have to…stick up with us, because…I know you don’t really want all this and it was just a one night stand, so-”

“Hey.” Billie whispers, stretching out her arm slowly, to not scare Steph, but she still flinches under her soft touch like a wild scared doe. 

Billie feels scared too.

“Head up, princess, or the crown will fall.“ She says, wiping tear from the rosy cheek, and Steph snorts, but visibly relaxes. Billie takes it as a win.

“C'mon, pretty, come here.” She says, gently, and tugs Steph on her laps-it’s not very comfortable and a little bit awkward in the car, but Steph still leans to her, and hides wet face in the crook of Billie neck, so she don’t really cares about anything else. Her vision goes blurry and only after some time she realizes, what she teared up too.

“We will keep the baby, and we will take care of it, and raise it, together. And then, when Tony, if it will be a boy, or Becca, if it will be a girl goes to school, we will make another little one-”

“Wait, wait,” Steph laughs, sweet and nervous and dorky, and Billie face lights up. “Who even said what I agree for naming my firstborn beloved child by such a stupid name like Tony?”

[superlepato]

Harringrove Billy Baby Au.

I know that I need to finish first the Guardian Angel Au, but this morning I wake up with this crazy idea and I need to write it while I’m still hyped.

• Billy becomes a baby, between 2-3 years old.

• Max is the one who finds him in his bedroom, she wrapped him in a Metallica t-shirt, took her backpack and roll away from the house.

• She calls Lucas, who calls Dustin and Mike, who calls Will and Dustin calls Steve.

• They regroup in Steve’s house, Max tells them how she went to wake up Billy but only found this baby. The baby in question was laid on the kitchen table, sucking his thumb, he was blond with light hair that curled in the back, clear blue eyes and fair skin, chubby with apple cheeks. Looked like the life version of the fricking Gerber baby.

• Speculations and hypothesis were being throw over the place, but even the most logical ones didn’t make complete sense. The more popular was that Billy knocked up some girl, who left the baby in the Hargrove house. If that were the case then, Where is Billy? Why he didn’t take the kid with him? Hell, why he accepted him in the first place? Also why he left his necklace to a baby he just met?

• Was Dustin who made a different hypothesis and the most crazy of all. What if the baby was Billy? Everyone went silent, it was crazy but it wasn’t impossible with all the weird shit they saw.

• They call him by different names, he reacted to some but he always reacted to Billy.

• Baby Billy started to get prissy from hunger, it was obvious that they need to go to the super and get baby food, clothes, pacifier, bottle maybe even toys.

• After spoon feeding the baby with some milk, all of them get into the beemer to find the only person that could help them.

• Joyce Byers has seen a lot of people going through those doors but never expect to find a group of teenagers pounce over her carrying a baby, if she didn’t know better she would have thought that is was stolen.

They explain the situation and Dustin explained who could it be, which everyone ignores until better proof.

• She gave them instructions on what to do and what to buy, while she is at work Steve is in charge. They promised to call Hopper when they returned, in case he can find Billy Hargrove.

• Baby B stays with Steve (because I say so) Hopper doesn’t have the time to take care of a baby, except for Will everyone in Byers family is working, they can’t take care of the kid full time.

• Joyce teaches Steve the basic (changing diapers, how to make and feed the baby’s formula, etc) Max comes every day to help him and see how he is doing, even if it is for a little bit.

• The excuse he gives is that the baby is from an auntie that came to Indiana and is in remission in a hospital. What everybody in Hawkins believes is that the Harrington kid got pregnant some girl and now is a single father.

• Steve doesn’t know how to handle the kid, he doesn’t want to be rough and mostly he just gives him whatever the kid wants so he stops crying.

• He calls the baby little dude or B, he ends up falling for the kid and spoil him rotten. He buys a lot of clothes, especially silly ones, like bumblebee pajamas (He loves to make puns of B and his bees). Max and he take a lot of pictures with silly customs.

• Billy is very social and giggles from anything, even though they make their best effort to not succumb to the cuteness, the kids love Baby B. In one occasion Billy was sleeping in the car in the arms of Max, Steve was dropping the kids to their homes after a DnD campaign, when suddenly Billy wakes up asking for a cookie.

Apparently, he was dreaming of eating a cookie ‘cause he start searching for them, whining and braking in cry when he couldn’t find it, all the kids immediately gave him cookies from their stash.

• B isn’t a picky eater, he eats everything that you put in front of him, to the point you can’t eat snacks in his presence unless you want him all over you asking for food.

• They are two things where he gets prissy about. You can’t leave him alone and you need to carry him all the time.

The few times he was alone with B, and he needed to leave him in his pen because he needed to make food and no way in hell he was going to bring him to the kitchen (again), he starts crying like he was being murdered.

With the other thing, no matter if you were sitting next to him on the floor, he will crawl and climb you like the floor was lava.

• He is a very affectionate baby, he was this particular way of asking for a smooch, he puts his hand on his cheek and purses his lips just to open it like a goldfish.

• Billy stays in that state for a month before returning to normal, by that time Steve was starting to wonder if he needed to start searching for the adoption papers or something.

• Billy doesn’t remember anything but he starts dreaming about weird stuff. Like Max carry him and playing with her hair, he also sees the gang of losers giving him candy or chasing him making rawr noises while one of them carries him over his head doing whoosh, whoosh.

• Then there is Harrington, he sees his face a lot. He knows other stuff too, like what it feels to be cradled in his arms, the warmth of his chest and falling asleep by the lullaby of his heart.

• These thoughts are what made him come to the Harrington’s house after Neil gets extra hard ass. He invites himself into the house, these images are just dreams but there is something like longing in the way Harrington and Max see him, that make him doubt.

• He says something that only baby Billy would know and reveals that he has these fragments like visions when he dreams. The silence that falls after is too oppressive, so he deflects and takes some beers from the fridge.

• He isn’t drunk but tipsy enough to invade the personal space of Harrington and almost sit in his lap. Harrington tries to get him off so he can lay in the couch, that piss him off. Why he doesn’t let him be? He doesn’t want that, he doesn’t know what he wants. He just wants to be held.

• He is about to storm out of the house when he is grabbed by the arm, Steve tries to calm him down, he moves his hand to his neck making circular movements to soothe him. He comes closer and cleans the tears with his other hand.

“It’s okay B, don’t need to cry, it’s okay” Steve whispers again and again. His cheek is pressed against Harrington shoulders, his nose close to the neck smelling the faint aroma of the expensive cologne while being held by the arms he dreamed so much about.