#But thanks for making me feel like a freak/failure/bad daughter I guess

[mistysharks]

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[screamingatanemptyroom]

Please Fix the Story pt 23 - Sci Fi

Here is the next part! There is at least one more part in this world. Getting really close to the end!

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Enjoy!

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Life moved on, and despite the growing anxiety I had after my encounter with Chris, things moved smoothly. Chris had disappeared after that night, leaving his resignation from the academy laying on his desk. Liam was busy with wedding plans, occasionally checking in to make sure I was happy with his choices.

He was honestly much more thoughtful about it than I would have been, and I was happy to have his help. My father arranged his leave and was on his way. We also heard from Liam’s parents that they were going to arrive soon as well.

When Liam received the news, he became perfectly still for a few moments. I watched him, concerned at the obvious change.

“Liam, are you okay?”

“I – I don’t know.” His eyes were unfocused, as if staring off into space. “Why… are they coming?”

“Because they’re your parents? I doubt they would miss the wedding of a royal family member, no matter how bad your relationship is.”

“Parents… it’s… all wrong.” Liam seemed to be struggling against some invisible bind. His dark blue eyes flickered, and seemed to almost glow in the shadow of the resting area we sat it.

WARNING. World destabilization detected. Attempting forced conformity… Failure… host and partner soul strength too high.

Unable to see the bright blue words hanging in the air, Liam continued speaking.

“This… isn’t right. I don’t have family." His face was becoming more certain. “It’s not my fate. All I have is…” He glanced at me, his eyes filled with pain. “Bel..?”

WARNING! Stabilize world story immediately or face destruction and mission failure.

I reached out quickly, holding Liam’s hands in my own. “Liam, take a deep breath. Do you trust me?”

“Yes.” He answered without hesitation.

“I know it seems wrong, but for now I need you to go with the idea of having parents and family.”

“But…?”

“Trust me. “

“Okay.” He leaned back, sighing. The glowing dark blue of his eyes faded, and he closed them for a brief moment, before seemingly returning back to normal. “I trust you.”

We don’t belong here.

The uncertainty in this world grew each day. Liam, whoever Chris had become… me… we weren’t from this world. But if we deviated to much, the world could destabilize, and I could fail the mission.

I just needed to keep my head down, blend in and complete the mission.

Try not to rebel too much against the role I’d been given in this world, except the ending.

Simple, right?

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“We’ve talked the last few hours about our lists, now it’s your turn! What do you miss most about Chris, Alaira?”

Maybe world destabilization, mission failure and soul destruction aren’t that bad after all.

I stared at the group of young women in front me, wondering for the hundredth time in the past hour how I had been roped into this... harem support group?

Allie, Ilene and Wen stared back at me, waiting for me to answer.

“I… miss kicking his butt in mock Mech battles?” I winced as I spoke, realizing they would probably take offense at that, but to my surprise they all smiled and nodded.

“Yeah, you were a very important rival to Chris.” Ilene patted me on the back.

Allie spoke up, “He was always talking about how he wanted to beat you and have you accept him as a fellow Guardian. “

“Yeah… he… I…” Wen started to chime in, but then her face crumpled as she sobbed into her hands. “What are we supposed to do now that he’s gone?! What am I supposed to do without him?! What if he never comes back?!”

“I miss him!”

“Me too!”

Soon all three girls were crying, leaving me in uncomfortable silence in the corner.

Blend in, don’t make waves, don’t try to change things….

“I can’t live without him!” Ilene’s dramatic cry broke something within me.

SCREW THIS!

“OKAY GUYS, SHUT UP!” I stood up, placing my hands on my hips as I stared at them. “You are a group of highly intelligent, talented women in the most competitive military academy in the known universe! And you’re nothing without some guy?”

“He’s not just some….” Wen started to interrupt, but was shushed by me.

“No. No matter how much you care for him. He is a guy, and you are all your own person. You have talents, dreams and stories beyond his existence.” I turned to petite girl beside me first. “You! Wen, you’re one of the top engineering students in the program! With your skills, it would be a cinch to improve upon the current Mech design!” After all, she had ramped up Chris’s Mech in the story, surely she could do the same without him!

“And you!” I pointed at Allie. “You’re a Guardian! You're a level B one at that! That's an even higher level than Chris!”

“But I don’t have his drive…”

“You can have his drive! You can have more than his drive! He spent half his time complaining about how people didn’t take him seriously or how people were trying to force him to be a Connector. You can be TEN TIMES the Guardian Chris was!”

I ignored her startled sputterings and turned towards the dark haired girl on the other side. “And you… Ilene.”

She stared at me warily. “What about me?”

“You’re a freaking Princess! And a super talented Connector! How can that become nothing if Chris isn’t around?”

“…I thought you didn’t like me?”

“I don’t.” I answered bluntly. “You treat your brother like trash, and that’s enough for me to want to kick your teeth in.” I sighed, leaning back in my chair. “That being said, just because I hate you doesn’t mean I don’t respect you as a talented Connector. You just have a crappy personality.”

“Um… Thanks?”

“Don’t mention it.” I opened my arms. “You three have top-notch talent all gathered here in one room. What do you need Chris for?! You could be a force to be reckoned with!”

Wen jumped to her feet. “You’re right! I should design a Mech, one stronger than anyone’s ever seen.!”

“Yes!” I pumped a hand in the air.

“And I’ll fly it! I’ll terrorize the Hive until they go running back to their home planet!” Allie stood up as well.

“You’ve got it!”

Ilene joined in. “If I remember, Allie, you and I have a decent resonance match. How about we partner up?”

“Let’s do it!”

The girls high-fived each other while I watched approvingly.

“Let’s destroy the hIve!

“We’ll save humanity!”

‘...And then we’ll find Chris!”

I groaned.

They were so close… but I guess this is better than nothing.

The girls plotted the formation of a new team, surprisingly accepting the team name “Harem” (my suggestion). As they filed out, chattering excitedly, I prepared to escape this mentally exhausting group.

“Alaira, wait.” Princess Ilene stopped me before I could walk out the door.

“What is it?” I kept a neutral expression. I hadn’t been joking when I said I didn’t like her.

She hesitated. “Are you really marrying my brother?”

“Yes. Do you have a problem with that?”

“…No… it’s just…” She rubbed her face. “He’s… different. And I feel like you should know. “

Sitting back down, I crossed my legs and prepared to listen.

“Since he met you… William is a different person. He’s kinder… gentler… even goes by a different name. He’s never gone by Liam.”

That caught my attention “What was he like before?”

“Angry. Vicious. Hurt people just to watch them suffer.” Her face was blank, as if remembering things she didn’t want to. “He was so mad at the world for not allowing him to match, he spent all his time plotting to take down talented people who could.”

A villain. Was that who he was before Liam stepped in? Like how Alaira was before I took over? Or Chris before… whoever it was… took his body?

“I’m not pretending that I’m perfect, either. You’re right, I treated my brother like garbage, instead of trying to help him. I thought he was a monster. Honestly, I thought his hanging around you was some new scheme…. I was kind of hoping he would take you out so your couldn’t bother Chris…”

“So nice of you.” My tone was sarcastic

“At least I’m honest. Anyways, this doesn’t appear to be some trick… I think he’s changed… he actually seems to care about you. But I thought you should know who he was before he met you.”

“Thanks.” My tone was slightly better than before. “Don’t worry, I know exactly who I’m marrying.”

Liam. Not your villain brother.

“Good Luck.” Ilene seemed relieved, as if a burden was off of her shoulders with the confession, and hurried out.

I stood in the room alone silently for a few moments, processing.

There’s too many questions, and no answers in sight.

I left to find Liam. I missed him.

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I arrived just in time to see Liam and Alaira’s father facing off.

“She is my precious daughter.” The tall middle aged man with close cropped hair and a scowl made scarier by the scar running from his left eye to the corner of his mouth, towered over Liam. His disapproving air was evident.

“Yes.” Liam smiled and nodded, seemingly fearless.

“No man deserves to marry her.”

“Agreed.”

“So who do you think you are?” General Gladus poked Liam’s chest with a finger.

“The luckiest man alive to be able to stand in the same room as Alaira, much less stay by her side all my life.” He held out a plate in front of the angry man. “Cookies?”

“Well, you should know I don’t approve of this fast courtship…” He picked up one of the cookies and bit into it angrily. “You both are so young…” He took another bite. “And I don’t want you to hold her back…”

“I completely agree. I will do my best to support all her goals in life.” Liam handed the general another cookie as he finished the first.

“Good…” He chewed slower. “Is this chocolate? How did you get it so soft but chewy at the same time?”

“I developed the recipe. Would you like more?”

He picked up another one. “Just know this doesn’t mean I fully approve of you.”

“Of course not… Would you like some cake…”

“….”

“I also have homemade hot chocolate.”

“… As long as she likes you, I guess.” He finally muttered, his hands full of baked treats and dessert drinks.

Liam overwhelmed him with support spouse abilities. I laughed in the doorway, attracting the attention of both men.

“Anything for me?”

Liam nodded with a bright smile. “I saved you a plate.”

General Gladus cleared his throat as he saw the large platter filled with cookies.

“Don’t worry, Sir, I saved an extra plate for you.”

“… Don’t think you can bribe me.”

I raised an eyebrow. “So I can have your plate, then?”

“The hardened general clutched the plate of cookies to his chest. “Don’t you dare! The boy made them for me out of respect for his future father-in-law!”

“…” Liam and I smiled at each other.

“How is the front line… Dad?” The title felt a little rough as I spoke it. I was still acutely aware that he was Alaira’s father, not mine.

“Stable, for now.” He frowned. “Fortunately we have an elaborate defense system, to give plenty of warning. But they’ve been retreating more and more lately. The higher ups seem to think that they might be admitting defeat, but I just don’t think so. I think they’re preparing for something… big.”

He’s right.

I knew the ending of the original story. Around the time Alaira was supposed to graduate, they had attacked in the largest numbers ever seen, necessitating all senior students being recruited to help fight. Even Alaira, who was without a Connector and would have normally been left behind was brought in. They couldn’t afford to leave any powerful guardian out.

I still have a little more time, though. I can train with Liam, maybe get Wen to help upgrade our Mechs, train up some of the students… We can have a chance to really face off against the attack.

There’s still time…

“Don’t let down your guard. You’re the best general we’ve got.” I patted Alaira’s father on the shoulder.

He crushed me in a big hug. “Don’t worry, your dad will protect the galaxy! You just get married in peace.” He leaned in and whispered. “See if he can make a few more of those chocolate cookies, okay?”

“I will, Dad.” It came much more naturally this time.

I’ll protect you too. I added silently.

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As the wedding drew closer, we were notified that the king and queen were on their way. Liam ignored the news, continuing to work on seating charts and music for the ceremony.

“We have to welcome them when they arrive. They are due any minute.” I finally spoke up, slightly exasperated with his head-in-the-sand act.

“…If we have to.” His voice was cold, his dark blue eyes flickering between fear and annoyance.

I held his hand. “Don’t worry. No matter who they think you are, or what they say about you, just know that you’re my future husband. Don’t worry about anything else.”

He reached out, pulling me tightly against him. “ Thank you.”

“Just play along with them. I held his face between my hands. “You’re Liam. Not Prince William. Not their son. Not Ilene’s brother. Liam.”

WARNING. DIRECTLY CONTRADICTING STORYLINES IS FORBIDDEN.

Liam tilted his head and studied me with a worried expression. “… Are you okay?”

“Just follow my lead. Please.” I looked away from the bright blue words in annoyance and moved.

We went to meet the Royal Family, each of us nervous for different reasons.

The King and Queen looked slightly like Liam and Ilene. The king had curly dark hair, severe features, made worse by the frown as he studied Liam. The Queen had the dark blue eyes that both siblings had, and a beautiful, delicate face… but the overall sense was ruined by the terrified light in her eyes as she almost hid behind her husband.

“So this is the girl you tricked into marrying you?” The king looked at me with morbid curiosity.

Liam took a deep breath. “This is Alaira, Grade S Guardian, my resonance partner and my future wife…”

“What game are you playing, William?” His father snapped, interrupting him. “If this is some ploy to ruin General Gladus, you should stop now.”

“This isn’t…”

“You should stop this now.” The Queen squeaked out nervously at me from behind the King. “He might be my son, but you can’t trust him…”

“…”

“This wedding is a farce.” The king snapped finally. “He’s a monster.”

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“Why did you follow me?” the mournful voice called out as I entered the dark room.

“Do you want me to leave?” I looked up at the large dark blue eyes curiously, barely able to make out the large form in the darkness.

“I didn’t want you to see… didn’t want you to know…”

“Know what?”

“That I’m a monster.” The whisper was filled with so much pain it made me cry.

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BAM!

Before I fully came out of the memory, I had punched the King.

“…”

There was a moment of stunned silence from everyone present.

“You dare…!” The King finally spoke up, rubbing his red cheek with a furious expression. “I can have you executed!”

“Just try, Barry.” General Gladus walked in, his hand holding a drawn weapon. “I’ll shoot you in your precious Royal Ass, and then what are you going to lounge on while I fight your wars for you?”

"..."

"..."

"..."

The room processed his words in silence for a moment, before the king burst out angrily.

“Gladus, are you threatening me?!!”

“Oh shut up Barry. " He waved dismissively with his gun. "It wouldn’t even be the first time I’ve shot you. Probably won't be the last." You won’t arrest me, you need me to protect your country.”

“You are willing to let your precious daughter marry this… this… “ The king trailed off, glaring at Liam, who stared calmly back.

“Yes.” General Gladus shrugged “I heard the rumors. Even with the 100% match I wasn’t about to let him hurt my daughter.”

“Then why…?”

“I’ve sat down with your son, Barry. I shook his hand, looked him in the eye. I asked him the hard questions. I’ve observed him around Alaira.” The General stepped forward, placing a heavy hand on his shoulder. “I know a good man when I see one. And I see one. One who loves my daughter. Maybe you should try looking closer.”

“But he…”

“Plus he makes delicious cookies.” He muttered.

“…He what?”

I stepped forward, blocking Liam behind me. “He’s not a monster. He’s my future husband. I honestly do not care about your opinion. But if you want to try to hurt him, just know… you won’t have to wait for my father to shoot you. I’ll do it first.”

“… Control your child, Gladus.”

“She even threatens you just like me!” He reached out and placed an arm around my shoulders. “So proud.”

“…Fine. “ The King frowned “I won’t try to save you from yourself. Marry him, if you want.”

“I plan to.”

“Whatever you’re plotting, William, you better stop now.” He glared. “You might have fooled them, but you won’t fool me.”

“I don’t have to fool you.” Liam’s eyes were dark. “You mean nothing to me.”

“I’m your father.”

“I have no family. I… I can never have family.” Liam turned away.

“William…” The Queen called out softly.

“I AM NOT William.”

WARNING. World Destabilization detected!

“Come on, Liam. Let’s go.” I grabbed his hand and walked away, calling over my shoulder as we left. “You’re free to attend the wedding, but stay away from us otherwise.”

“You’ll regret this!”

I laughed at his bitter words. “Enjoy the disappointment.”

Liam and I left.

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We sat in my room, and as soon as my hand left his, he curled up, holding his arms over his head.

“I don’t feel right.”

“Liam.” I reached out and touched his back, feeling him trembling beneath me.

“Who am I? I don’t think I’m William. The things they said… the things William has done… He’s not me.”

Warning!

"He's not me... he can't be... He's not..."

WARNING! World destabilization... Bright blue words and a mechanical voice appeared again.

“SHUT UP!” I yelled, drowning out the voice. I pulled his arms down, looking straight into his dark blue eyes. “You are Liam. And you’re my partner. And tomorrow you’ll be my husband. Nothing else matters..”

“But…”

“I can’t explain things right now. I don’t even know everything right now. But I know there’s a reason we’re here together. I’ve found you, and I won’t leave you.”

He held me close, both of us kneeling on the floor. He was clutching me as if I was the only thing anchoring him. I felt lost myself. I was frustrated at my lack of answers, angry at the pain Liam was experiencing, afraid for the future ahead of us.

“Alaira… no… Bel?” He whispered. “... I love you.”

I smiled at the unfamiliar but familiar name, pressing my face against his shoulder. “I love you too, Liam.”

“Marry me tomorrow.”

“Definitely.”

“Don’t leave me behind… please.”

“I won't... No matter what.”

A long silence fell between us. Finally Liam sat back, his face slightly red. “I wish we were getting married tonight. I can’t help but feel something terrible is going to happen to prevent our wedding.”

Foreshadowing.

Ignoring the ominous word that appeared in my subconscious, I smiled reassuringly. “Nothing is going to happen…”

“ALERT! CODE LEVEL RED. PLEASE REPORT TO EMERGENCY STATIONS. ALERT!”

I sighed. “I take that back.”

We headed to the Command Level in the main Academy.

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“Dad, what’s going on?” I called out as we passed the main doors.

“Alaira…” General Gladus’ face was uncharacteristically serious. “It’s not good.”

I stood beside him, looking up at the large holographic display at the center of the command room, feeling the blood drain from my face. “The Hive.”

“They’re past our defense systems.” He slammed his fist against the table. “This doesn’t make any sense! How did an army this huge get past us without starting any alarms!”

I stared at the countless red dots on the screen, feeling lost.

This isn’t right. In the story I should have had YEARS before the Hive attacked in such large numbers. Even then they were caught immediately in the defense systems and gave the military time to prepare. How could they get past us… unless…

“Chris.”

He said he was going to end everything. Is this what he meant?

Alaira’s father was confused. “That male student who disappeared? How would he have access to defense system information?”

Chris wouldn’t… but whoever was controlling Chris might have more information.

I let it go for now. “What do we do?”

“There’s too many… and they’re headed for a defenseless planet in this system.” He hung his head. “I don’t have the manpower to defend it.”

I stepped forward, giving him a grim smile. “You’re not alone, Dad. I’ll help.”

“We! We’ll help.” Liam stood beside me. “We’re a powerful combo. You can’t afford to turn us down.”

General Gladus sighed. “Even if I recruit top senior students from the academy… the numbers we have… it’s a suicide mission.”

Warning! Mission Failure Imminent!

Your mission: Prevent destruction of the human race by the alien monster race known as The Hive.

The Hive are now attacking in large numbers. Your estimated chance of success against them in battle is 0%.

“If you’re not gonna say anything helpful, then shut up.” I growled quietly.

Liam turned towards me. “Are you okay?”

If you fail your mission, you will face soul destruction.

“It’s not like I’m swimming in options.”

You have one option.

“Who are you talking to?”

“What is it?” I whispered, holding Liam’s hand and squeezing it. I have to save him.

...

ACCEPT YOUR FATE.

...

I stared at the blue words silently for a few minutes. “Liam, what if I said we have an 100% chance of dying if we went on this mission…”

“You don’t know that…”

“...and I had a fool proof way to protect you… But we would be separated forever?”

I didn’t know what my fate was. But I did know in the deepest part of my soul one thing:

Liam was not my fate.

“I don’t plan to survive this, Liam… but if I could save you…”

“I would rather die by your side.” He didn’t hesitate.

“But…”

He grabbed my other hand, holding them both tightly. “We’ll face this together.”

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“It’s hopeless.” I whispered, holding him tightly. “What if fate is stronger than us?”

“I don’t need hope, Bel.” He leaned closer, his breath warm against my neck. “If fate is going to separate us, then we’ll destroy it.”

“Together.”

“Always.”

_______________________

I looked at the hologram, at the countless numbers of enemies that awaited us, and leaned against him with a sigh.

“Together.”

He smiled in return.

“Always.”

[sixmapleleafs]

father material // frederik andersen (part 3)

Sitting on your bathroom floor crying with the positive test in your hands, you thought that was the most terrifying moment of your life. Then when you went into labour you changed your mind. However, you realised that actually this was the most nervous you had ever been about anything, you were sat in the waiting room with Amelie in your arms as Freddie sat quietly beside you. The appointment you were waiting for would basically determine whether or not everything you’d been doing since Amelie was born was right, if she’d gained weight and was healthy then all your literal blood, sweat and tears were worth it. And if not, well then you were pretty sure you would feel like a failure.

Freddie noticed that you were acting different as soon as he knocked on your door, you’d scrambled around the apartment all morning changing both yours and Amelies outfits three times because it just didn’t feel right. You knew people would judge you for being a young mother but you never thought their opinions would bother you this much. The drive to the hospital was quiet, Freddie tried to make conversation but your answers meant that it didn’t lead to much.

You still hadn’t spoken about the kiss you’d shared the night before. Auston and y/f/n had come home after their date night, bursting through the door seconds after your lips had separated. Freddie left shortly after and you’d gone to bed still blushing. But currently you couldn’t think about anything other than your daughter. Sure, she seemed fine, good even, but you weren’t a doctor and there was a nagging voice in your head saying that you had been doing everything wrong. You couldn’t stop your leg from bouncing nervously as Amelie stared up at you, it was like she could tell that you weren’t yourself today.

You looked up when you felt Freddie’s hand rest just above your knee, stopping your movement and giving your leg a gentle squeeze. “Are you ok?” He whispered as to not draw attention to you. You nodded giving him your best attempt at a smile but he saw right through you.

“Amelie Y/l/n” the nurse called as she stepped around the corner. You shot up from your seat, adjusting Amelie in your arms as Freddie grabbed the carrier and diaper bag from the floor. You followed the nurse down the hallway until she opened the door for you, “the doctor will be with you in just a minute” she said with a smile and you thanked her before she turned back towards the waiting room.

Freddie set the baby carrier and diaper bag down on the floor, the light thud echoing throughout the quiet room, “hey” his hands ran down your arms causing you to look up into his eyes “I’m sure everything will be fine, you’re doing an amazing job”.

“What if I’ve messed everything up? Or I’ve been doing everything wrong the whole time?” You said, your voice wavering slightly which you blamed on the post partum hormones.

“You haven’t messed anything up y/n, Amelies perfectly happy and I’m sure the doctor will tell us she’s completely healthy as well, there’s no need to worry” he said his hands rubbing your upper arms in an attempt to comfort you as best he could. Amelie let out a little squeal from your arms and Freddie laughed a little before saying “see even Amelie agrees with me”. You smiled a genuine smile for the first time that day before the doctor entered the room.

“So sorry for the wait, it’s been a crazy day” she explained as she quickly scribbled something down on her clipboard. “How are we doing today?”

“A little nervous” you said honestly and she laughed.

“Nothing to be nervous about” she said as her eyes quickly moved to Freddie’s large frame, “I’m glad to see you brought a friend”.

“Actually this is Amelies father” you said blushing a little.

“Ah wonderful” she exclaimed and Freddie moved to shake her hand. You’d explained your situation to her during one of your appointments when you first got pregnant, and she’d been extremely supportive throughout everything.

“Freddie” he said as they shook hands “it’s nice to meet you”.

“Dr Foster, I’m happy to see you two found your way back to each other” she said giving you a small wink as she turned to place her things down. You giggled a little at her actions, she really was more of a friend than a doctor at this point. “So shall we see how little Amelie is doing?”

The appointment went well, Amelie had gained weight and even grown a couple centimetres. You almost cried when Dr Foster said that she was a perfectly happy and healthy baby, you smiled so hard that your face hurt and you practically jumped into Freddie’s arms to hug him. Dr Foster laughed as you brought her into a hug too, before lifting Amelie off the scales and into your arms. You had to answer a few more questions about Amelies eating and sleeping patterns, Freddie stood quietly behind you taking in as much information as possible.

Then you moved onto how you were doing, Dr Foster made Freddie wait outside with Amelie whilst she gave you a physical exam before she quickly finished up some paperwork and said you were free to go. She gave you a wink as you said goodbye and you laughed when Freddie gave you a confused look.

“Everything ok?” He asked as you walked out of the paediatric department.

“Yeah all good, just a check up” you explained as you led him towards the parking lot. He nodded, turning his attention to your daughter when she started to fuss in the baby carrier he was holding. He quickly soothed her and placed the pacifier she’d dropped back into her mouth and you smiled at how good he was with her.

“So y/f/n said you have a game tonight” you said after a few minutes of silence.

“Yeah we’re playing the blue jackets, it should be a good game. What about you? Do you have any plans?”

“I think y/f/n wanted us to do something together so we’ll probably have a movie night or something”.

You continued your conversation as Freddie put Amelie into the car and you placed the diaper bag beside her before climbing into the front seat. Freddie dropped you both off at home since he had to get ready for the game tonight, y/f/n greeted you at the door with a smirk and you rolled your eyes preparing for the interrogation you knew was coming.

-

When you woke up the next morning you were confused when you realised Amelie wasn’t crying, you jumped out of bed and almost had a heart attack when you saw that her crib was empty.

“Y/f/n?” You practically screamed as you ran out of your bedroom. “Y/f/n?” You yelled again when you didn’t get a response. Amelies cries always woke you and y/f/n never took her in the mornings so you were freaking out.

“Y/n what’s wrong?” You heard Freddie’s voice from behind you and you turned around so fast you almost fell over. He was stood in the doorway with a muslin cloth thrown over his shoulder, his hair was messy and he was just wearing a hoodie and sweats.

“Amelies not in her crib” you said so quickly he almost didn’t understand you. He smiled softly and you looked at him confused.

“It’s ok, she’s in her bouncy chair in the kitchen” he explained.

“Wha- how?” You were so confused as to what he was doing here in the first place.

“I got here early so when I heard her start to cry I took her before you woke up, she was helping me make you breakfast well I guess brunch” he said motioning towards the kitchen. You followed him as he continued, “I figured you don’t get to sleep in very often so I thought I’d let you sleep a little longer”.

You nodded as you bent down to see Amelie, who was in fact sat in her bouncy chair in the corner of the kitchen. Freddie quickly rescued the eggs before plating up the food, it smelled amazing and you just stared at him dumbfounded as he moved around the kitchen. He smiled when he turned around and walked out of the kitchen with the plates in his hands, he returned quickly bending down to unclip the strap of the bouncy chair and pick Amelie up.

“It’s going to get cold if you stay there any longer” he teased as he started to walk out of the kitchen again. You followed him, sitting in front of your plate watching carefully as he placed Amelie down on her play mat gently so he could eat as well. You ate in a comfortable silence, it was actually really good and you were starving so this was the perfect morning overall.

“So how long have you been here?” You asked as you sipped your orange juice.

“A few hours, I got here around six then gave Amelie a bottle when she woke up, I hope that’s ok” you nodded as he continued, “then we played for a while before we decided to make you something to eat”.

“You didn’t have to get here that early” he just shrugged and smiled.

“I don’t mind, I would have just been waiting in my apartment until I came over anyway”

“I thought you had morning skate” you questioned, feeling bad that he’d missed something because of you.

“Turns out it was optional” he explained and you nodded. Amelies cries tore your attention away from how domestic this whole thing felt. Freddie was up at the speed of light and you followed behind him.

“She probably needs a diaper change” you said and he nodded. You took her into your room to change her as Freddie cleared the table, you checked the time for the first time that morning seeing that it was almost eleven. Looking in the mirror you cringed, your hair was a mess and your pyjamas were simply a hoodie and some sweats, you ran a brush through your hair quickly before going back into your living room. “All done” you announced and Freddie reached out to take her from you. It was just then that you realised how sore your boobs were, figuring you needed to pump since you hadn’t fed Amelie since last night you excused yourself again.

As soon as you were done you poured the milk into the bottles and placed them in the fridge like you usually did. Freddie had kept Amelie entertained whilst you were busy, showing her pictures of his teammates on his phone and explaining who they were even though she was too young to understand.

“And that’s your uncle Auston” he said as you walked around the corner, “you probably know him already since he’s dating aunty y/f/n, he’s probably woken you up a few times like he did when I first met you”. You smiled as you watched them interact. “Now this is my mommy, she lives in Denmark which is very far away. But she wants to come and see you as soon as she can and she’s going to bring my brothers and my sister as well as my dad, so you can meet all your family from Denmark. Ah, here’s a picture of me with all of them, there’s your uncles and your aunty and then your grandpa and there’s daddy in the middle” he looked up when noticed you were stood in the doorway.

“Sorry I didn’t realise you were there” he said blushing a little, you laughed and assured him it was ok.

“I have to do some laundry and things, are you ok to watch her?” He nodded and you got to work cleaning up the apartment a little before moving onto laundry. By the time you were done it had been almost two hours, you smiled when you saw Freddie laid on the couch with Amelie asleep on his chest. Upon further inspection you saw that Freddie was asleep too. It must of tired him out today, it was his first full day of being a father really. You pulled your phone out to take a picture of the two of them before heading to the kitchen to get a bottle for Amelie, she was due to wake up any minute for a feed.

When she woke up you picked her up gently so you wouldn’t wake Freddie and sat in the armchair so you could feed her comfortably. Freddie woke up shortly after and you spent the rest of the day just watching tv and get little things done around the apartment. The sun started to set and Freddie suggested ordering pizza so you didn’t have to cook, you agreed instantly and you both feasted whilst Amelie had her final nap. You teased him about how pizza probably wasn’t a part of the teams approved diet but he just laughed you off. You ended up playing 21 questions whilst you waited for Amelie to wake up, unknown to you Freddie just wanted to get to know you better and even though it seemed childish he thought it would be a good way to learn more about your life.

“I was going to give her a bath tonight, do you want to stay or you can go if you want- I mean you don’t have to-” you rambled on as you settled Amelie in your lap once she woke up.

“I can stay, I don’t want to impose but I should probably learn right?” He said rubbing the back of his neck like he was nervous. You nodded and told him to follow you into your en-suite bathroom which had a tub. You handed Amelie to Freddie before turning the taps on to fill the tub with a small amount of water, you grabbed the baby shampoo and body wash then set up the baby bath seat after the water was ready. You explained everything to Freddie as you did so and he nodded.

“Then you just place her in the seat so she doesn’t get full covered in the water and it’s very important that water isn’t too hot because babies have very sensitive skin” you said as you placed Amelie into the water. “You also have to be careful not to get her belly button too wet because it’s not fully healed yet”. The water splashed a little as Amelie moved her feet and you made funny faces at her which seemed to excite her even more, you grabbed the little rubber duck and gave it to Freddie. “She normally likes the little ducky” you told him and he started to play with her. You showed him how to wash her hair without getting the shampoo in her eyes and then quickly washed her body before instructing him to get the yellow bath towel that had a duck on the hood to wrap her up in. Once she was all wrapped up in the towel you took a few pictures to send to your mom and a few with Freddie in them too.

“Could you...um...maybe send them to me so I could send them to my mom?” He asked hesitantly.

“Of course, do you want any others of her? I’ve got loads” you said smiling warmly.

“Yes...please my mom wants as many as possible” he said his smile matching yours. After you’d got Amelie into her pyjamas and she’d fallen asleep you and Freddie made your way back to the couch, your mind instantly went back to the last time the two of you had been in this situation but you quickly pushed those thoughts aside and opened up your camera roll.

“So which ones do you want me to send you?” You said scooting over so you could show him, you tried to hide the blush that covered your cheeks as he rested his arm behind you so you were pushed up against him completely.

“Is it bad if I say all of them?” You laughed but shook your head, you couldn’t blame him your baby was fucking adorable and your own camera roll was 95% pictures of her. “I only have this one” he said showing you his lock screen which was in fact a picture of Amelie, she was sat in her bouncy chair sleeping and she looked adorable.

“That’s so cute, when did you take it?”

“This morning, she fell asleep whilst I was making breakfast” he said smiling and you realised how close you really were. His face was inches away from yours and you could feel your cheeks heating up.

“Um I’ll just airdrop the ones I have then or maybe we can make a shared album for pictures of her” you suggested quickly turning so he couldn’t see how much of an effect he was having on you. You didn’t want to admit it but you were starting to fall for him, everything from the way he smiled to how good he was with Amelie made it hard to see him as just her father. But there’s no way he could feel the same, right?

[sohin-ace]

Josuke - Phone Buddies

This is cross-posted from Wattpad and available on AO3.

Enjoy~

"Yare yare daze, I'll pay, don't bother."

Jotaro was in a generous mood as he decided he would pay for the meal he shared with his uncle and grandfather today. He took out his wallet and got up to pay for the order, but right as he opened it and got the cash out, a small picture fell from it.

Josuke noticed it but as he was about to call Jotaro out to tell him, he was already far gone to the cash register.

Josuke took the picture in his hands and decided it wouldn't hurt to take a sneak peek. Also, he wondered what kind of photo a man like Jotaro could have tucked so preciously in his wallet.

The picture showed two smiling girls. One little girl with her hair styled in twin buns and a cute dress with butterflies on it, and right next to her, a very pretty H/C H/L haired girl with beautiful E/C eyes that was holding the child close to her.

Josuke's eyes widened upon seeing the picture and was astonished at how pretty you were. Were you Jotaro's family?

Jotaro had never mentionned a teenage girl in his family. Josuke already knew about Jolyne and even though he had yet to see her in person, he figured she was the child in the picture.

But you? Who were you? He suddenly became so curious. Were all girls living in America this cute? He blushed at his own thoughts.

"What the hell are you drooling at?" Jotaro grumbled as he came back.

Josuke subconsciously wiped his mouth at the remark and got up, handing him back the picture.

Jotaro's expression shifted slightly and his brow furrowed as he didn't expect to have lost such an important photo.

"W-who is she?" Josuke stuttered as he pointed at the picture, now in the hands of its owner.

"That's my daughter Jolyne and my sister-in-law, Y/N."

"Y-your sister-in-law? How old is she? She's very pretty..." He mumbled the last part, quite embarrassed to ask Jotaro these intrusive questions.

Josuke rubbed the back of his head as he looked away, obviously flustered. Jotaro was quick to catch on what was going on in this hopeless romantic's mind.

"She's around your age, and yes she's single. Let's go now." The taller male huffed as he turned around to leave, Joseph already waiting outside.

Josuke gasped loudly, a deep blush adorning his face as he trotted close behind.

"Wha- I wasn't even gonna ask that!"

Ever since that day, Josuke couldn't stop thinking about Y/N, the girl never leaving his mind. He was so curious and infatuated with her, he really wanted to know more about the mysterious girl.

Even if he knew the distance separating them was a big obstacle, he couldn't help but find it even more intriguing.

Jotaro of course had quickly noticed how dreamy Josuke had become ever since he fell upon that picture and sighed at the teenager's helplessness.

"Here. Call her in the morning before 12 or at midnight if you're still awake."

Jotaro came in one day and slammed a piece of paper on the table in front of Josuke, making the boy jolt and forcing him out of his train of thoughts.

He looked at the paper and on it was a phone number, most likely yours, and Josuke's eyes widened. He jumped from his seat and called out to his comicly older nephew who was already leaving.

"Wh- Really?! Oh my god, Jotaro you're a real man!Thanks!!"

Jotaro only dipped his hat while muttering his catchphrase and just like that, he left the scene, his good deed done.

Josuke's palms were sweaty and his heart was beating fast as he dialed the number and listened to the anxiety inducing bipping sound on the phone.

Yes. Tonight, he was calling you. He would know about you and, even if he didn't expect a relationship out of this, at least he could make a friend, right?

But what was he supposed to say? Were you going to find him weird? You never heard of him after all, and he suddenly had your phone number. What if he messed up? He was fairly good at English, but what if his accent was too strong and you couldn't understand him?

He didn't have time to fret any further as you finally picked up the phone, making his heart jump.

'Hello?'

His breath caught in his throat. Was that you? That was your voice right? This felt so unreal.

'Hello? Who is this?' You questionned and Josuke finally managed to blurt something out.

"H-hi! This is Y/N, r-right?" He stuttered uncontrollably and his hands were shaking.

'Get a grip, Josuke, that's so uncool for a guy like you!' He thought to himself. He wished Okuyasu would be there to give him a boost of confidence and some much needed bro support.

'Yes, it's me! Who's asking?'

Your voice was so sweet in his ears, he didn't expect that much honey in a single person's voice. A few words from you and he could already tell you were a kind person.

"I-I'm Josuke Higashikata! You don't know me, but I'm a relative of Jotaro." He was now calmer after introducing himself, the awkwardness fading slowly.

'Oh! Hi! It's so good to hear from Jotaro's family!' You chuckled lightly. 'How is he? Is he next to you?'

You sounded so happy to have news and his heart was restlessly hammering in his chest. But that was bad, the conversation was shifting towards Jotaro, he had to say something.

"Oh yeah, yeah he's fine, he's not here at the moment, it's pretty late in Japan..." He didn't know what to add. He was so shy, it was killing him.

'Oh I see, that's good. When you see him, tell him to give us a call, Jolyne misses him a lot!'

"Sure, I'll tell him!" He had to say something interesting, and quick, before you figured out how much of a weirdo he was. "U-um... So Y/N... You're... You're 16 right? Just like me!"

'Yes! I'm still in highschool. It's good that we're the same age Jojo. Oh- you don't mind if I call you Jojo? That's how my sister calls Jolyne.'

He blushed at the cute nickname. He wasn't very used to be called Jojo but coming from you it was almost tearing at his heartstrings.

"I-I don't mind!" He squeaked in an embarassingly high-pitched voice that he would have rathered not let you hear and you giggled.

'You sound so sweet! I wish we could talk more often, I'm sure you're a very nice guy!'

He wanted to scream at your cuteness but instead he resolved to balling his fists. Without even needing to meet you he was already falling hard in love with you. But at the same time it broke his heart that you two couldn't meet, or at least not until a very long time.

"Y-you too Y/N... You sound like my type of girl." He paused at his own words when he heard you gasp on the other end of the line.

'WHY THE HELL DID I SAY THAT WHAT THE FUCK ??!!!' He pulled at his precious hair as he cringed. Oh he messed up, just as he predicted. He goofed.

'J-jojo...! Y-you... Really? You think so...?'

You were embarrassed, but you couldn't deny that you were touched by his words, your heart racing as well as your thoughts. Nobody had ever said that to you before, and the mere thought of a boy, as far away as he was, liking you made you blush.

"I-I'm sorry! That... That was too much! Oh my god..." Josuke panicked and facepalmed, feeling so freaking dumb and not knowing how to save the situation.

'N-no it's just...' You trailed off thinking carefully of your next words. 'Maybe... I sound nice on the phone, but the reality may be disappointing, you know?'

"Huh? What do you mean?"

'I'm probably not as pretty as you imagine... Don't get your hopes up.' You laughed nervously his eyes widened at your words.

"N-no way!" He stopped himself before he could say something he would regret.

He couldn't let you know that he saw your picture. The last thing he wanted right was to seem like a major creep and that he only called you for your looks when he actually started to really like your personality.

He also sensed that you probably didn't have the best self-esteem, so disappointing you was out of the question.

"I... I truly believe you'd be nice to me if we met, regardless of what you look like. Also, if Jotaro trusts you then there's no way you can be a bad girl."

'R-really...?' Your heart skipped a million beats at his reassuring words and soft voice and you were glad he couldn't see you fidget in your seat. 'Ah, thank you Jojo, it's really sweet of you.'

He bit his lip and silenced himself from fanboying. You were just melting his heart by the second and he swore if you kept speaking with that airy voice, his brain would short-circuit.

'Actually... I think Jotaro has a picture of Jolyne with me on it, if you're ever curious of what I look like.'

"O-oh, really? I mean... Yeah, I guess I could ask him." He feigned ignorance and tried to keep his cool. "Should I send you a picture of me too?"

'You wouldn't mind? I kinda want to see what you're like, Josuke.'

"Oh, you won't be disappointed, I'm handsome as hell." He teased and you couldn't help but laugh at his boasting confidence.

'Ooh, I know I won't be, Josuke. I'll like you either way. I'm a simple girl.'

Oh no. Oh no. Your words had sent the boy reeling yet again, making his heart ache painfully in his chest and leaving him gaping in his seat like a fish out of water.

That was bad. So bad. He really didn't want to fall in love with you, but he guessed that was a huge failure on his part.

Why did you have to be so kind, so soft, and so far away? Did you feel the same way about him? Or was he the only one suffering in his bedroom right now?

Before he could add anything, he heard the phone beeping ominously, signaling his time with you was almost up. Damn, time flew way too fast.

"Y-Y/N, I'll have to hang up soon. I only bought two hours of phone time towards America."

'Ooh it has already been two hours? Aww man! It was so nice talking with you Josuke. Let's talk again like this soon, okay?'

You tried your hardest to conceal your disappointement, but at the same time you were hopeful to talk with him again in the future.

He was the only person that ever tried this hard to talk with you, and you managed to completely forget to ask him why he even called you in the first place.

You shrugged it off thinking that Jotaro must have talked about you to Josuke and tried to get him to make a foreign friend. If it was the case, you'd have to thank your brother-in-law, as you were really charmed by the young Japanese teenager and couldn't wait to learn more about him.

"Sure! Take care, Y/N..." He spoke softly to the phone, feeling all light and tingly inside.

He couldn't see it, but you were blushing at his sudden deep voice and tone.

'Goodnight, Jojo.'

He lingered a little bit, the phone still against his ear, then hung up. He sighed and held the phone close to his chest, his lips stretched in an unfaltering giddy smile.

"Oh my gooood..." He crossed his arms over his desk and buried his face in them, heavily flustered, your voice still echoing in his mind.

He took deep breaths to calm his excited heart. He couldn't even call his best friend Okuyasu and tell him what happened, it was already 2 A.M.

He knew he would regret having to wake up so early for school tomorrow, but the lack of sleep would be so worth it.

He just couldn't wait to speak to you more.

Do you guys remember when we had to buy cards with codes on it to call outside the country?

At the end of your limited time your phone would bip or tell you 'Time's up bitch, you have 5 min to say goodbye to your family'.

And it was so hard to say goodbye.

Damn, I feel old. The 90's man...

[badlydrawndrawnings]

ATWQ Book Three Thoughts

I finally got time this week to finished reading the third ATWQ book, and I got to say, I am honestly very, very scared how this series is going to end. I am feeling a sense of dread I don’t think I got when reading ASOUE as a child. Something about this series is making me go (O.O) with a dash of 8U I had no expectations on what the hell would this third book even hold. This is honestly all over the place like seriously...

This book just got me shook.

Okay, so first all...BERTRAND WAS THEODORA’S LAST APPRENTICE? Holy **** this was one of the many things that shook me to the core.  “He’d end up married to a wonderful woman and have very charming children, while I languished alone and lonely.” Lemony Snicket you have no idea what you just foretold for your future. 

Prosper Lost really decided to tell Lemony about his family (daughter Ornette  + brothers in law?) and shows he isn’t just a nosy, sneaky and lurking in the background type of guy. He has great concerns that aren’t related to his business it goes to the whole freaking town! I get the feeling something bad happened in his past and with a fire like shoot why else is he working the Official Fire Department. I guess it has something to do with his wife (I assume since he has a daughter).

In regards to Ornette, I don’t have a true clear thought or opinion of her yet. Cleo while showing up late got talked a lot for about 2/3 of the books and an illustration that gives me some idea of her character. Ornette got mention a few times, and then shows up at Wade Academy and she’s very gung-ho; willing to work with the others and Lemony who she just met. I like she’s open minded working with a stranger like Ornette is gonna fit in well. However, I guess I have to say her first impression was weaker than Cleo’s build up so I’m just *thinking* over her still. I hope we get to see more of her in the last book though. 

Theodora really just hit me with a tone of bricks. I admit this book really made me like her more because damn it, I think I did what Theodora did once or twice in my life and it sucks. So first off: Theodora all this time knew she was rank last? God, that must mean in the previous books those fancy talks of her reputation partly must have been done to make herself feel better and have confidence and skills that isn’t really there. Since she’s rank last it means there’s a chance she’s not well respected -and maybe not well like (I assume rank is a combinations of reviews from past apprentices and peer reviews). That means Theodora puts on an act for Lemony (and Bertrand who was a lot easier for Theodora to chaperone; Bertrand what review did you gave Theodora?) and everyone else to make herself seem better and more competent. Because if others of different standings take her serious, then VFD will start taking her more serious, and ergo, others (work) associates will be all ‘yeah we can be friends 8D!’. Clearly it’s not working as plan.

Theodora latching on to Sharon and their short lived friendship (the nail polish...Theodora may not have gotten friendship bracelets but she went all out anyway, this just sad to think about). Here we have Theodora thinking she not only has a friend in who know how long -and a friend from she thought was part of VFD- but has a chance to prove herself for once from all her past mistakes and screw up. And Sharon reveal herself as a fraud and Theodora is all like ‘well ****’ and despite not liking Lemony, she still made sure Lemony sure as hell wasn’t going to be taken by Hangfire and the Inhumane Society (such is a duty of a chaperone).

But despite her low rank, Theodora just more than that. She not just a wild hair driver, and yeah, this was clearly shown since the first book if she saved Lemony from getting kidnapped. Theodora knew the whole time Lemony was going to plan something with Kit (IDK if she knew of the coup, but she knew something big was going to happen. Did she took him to SBTS so their plan would fail?). She also knows enough the plan got so off the rails Kit is in jail and Theodora was willing to help Lemony break her out. I’m not saying she’s a favorite character, but she’s in a general tier of ‘I like very much!’

The Haines family (two out three at least): I feel for Sharon, wanting her daughter Lizzie back at any cost. I can understand why she felt like she had no choice to work with Hangfire. If Hangfire got Sally Murphy to work for him (she was trying to help save Lizzie this whole time oh my god), then it’s not much of a stretch Hangfire could get the Haines as well if they’re desperate. But she dragged Kellar into it and was considering striking Kellar across the face. She was willing to go that far to get her son to continue working with Hangfire to get Lizzie back. I hope with Lizzie getting found, the family can be together again and work their issues out.

Won’t say too much on Kellar himself, in part because apparently, ‘dynamite hair’  translated into the famous Tintin quiff. Don’t get me wrong, I like Kellar. His situation sucks to the tenth level and he stood up for what he know is right, even if it means he and his mom have to temporary part ways (again, I hope the Haines family can be together again and work their issues out). I totally think he and Moxie will become very good friends (he needs friends in general). Typist buddies are a go-go! But whenever I think of him and his illustration I can’t get Tintin out of my head. Thanks, Seth.

I got a better feel of Cleo from this book, and yeah, she is totally Team Chemistry Dad, and Jake is totally Team Food Mom. They’re the team parents for all these kids and they’re doing a very good job. Cleo honestly rocks the mask with her color scheme. As to the rest of Lemony’s SBTS associates + Qwerty, nothing much change on thoughts and opinions (Lemony is still upset over Moxie’s arm 8U). I hope Qwerty in the last book gets free. I thought something bad was gonna happen to him like Dewey. I feel a bit happy Qwerty is just arrested and not dead from a harpoon gun.

Ellington, meanwhile, is getting more desperate to find her father (she has a picture of him in her music box my goodness that hurts! However, thanks to a re-watch of Netflix ASOUE, and thinking about [RETRACTED] and looking at something I wrote in a different ATWQ post, I have a very bad feeling, and I hope I’m wrong about it.) if she was more or less ‘working’ with Hangfire. Those film noir vibes are getting to real warning levels that are in the red zone and close to 100% Got to admit thought, her and Lemony’s ‘first and last date’ really ended on a damp note 8U.

I’m too scared on guessing WTF is the creature/noise Lemony and Ellington heard. And do I want to know about the honeydew melons (I like cantaloupe more TBH)?

My opinion of the Mitchum parents are the same but my goodness! Someone let them know how terrible their son is and let them know they’re failure as parents! Stew upgraded from bully to ‘part time villain’, knows it, and just got worse. I gotta bring up Carmelita again because Stew is making me think over Carmelita’s character more than I ever thought before.

I interpret Carmelita as a spoil rich brat and bully who got away with her rotten behavior due to her parents not being parents, just giving her too many gifts and not teaching her important manners. She a bit of an ill-fusion of Veruca Salt and Dudley Dursley in my opinion. Anyway, Carmelita has no idea what she got herself into in the TSS, but by TGG-TPP she is ‘okay! 8D’ because Esme while teaching her to be a ‘villain’ and other dangerous things, it’s mitigated by Esme still spoiling Carmelita rotten and keeping Carmelita’s old lifestyle she’s used too. It also help in the TAA and TSS she just used words as weapons, so this ‘jump’ was just a real shocker and showing how Carmelita while knowing of VFD, is still blind to their hidden nature if she didn’t dwell to much over it.

Stew on the other hand, is a bully who has been using force since the first book, but it’s on the low-down side. Now, Stew is willingly working with Hangfire, and he just decided to go all out and take it up a notch. And Stew unlike Carmelita, isn’t blind to what is going on. I think. It’s also possible Stew doesn’t know the major end goal of Hangfire and Stew is happy he gets to continue bullying people through any means, and his target just has to be Lemony. I honestly don’t know what’s up with him and his actions.

Speaking of Lemony...someone help this poor child mentally and physically. This is all too much for a thirteen year old (or anyone). He has to worry about Kit and save a dying town, and IDK if Theodora is even going to help in the final book if she wanted to high tail it out of there. He’s feeling more lonely than ever and Imaginary!Kit shows up again. Lemony Snicket you just jinx yourself about being lonely shouldn’t stop at age thirteen ;_; you have no idea what is in store, especially when it comes to your siblings. Lemony is closer to Kit than to Jacques, but the ‘flashback’ to playing Beethoven was sweet because the two were able to spend time together and this was like, the first time Lemony actually thought of Jacques in who know how long. Now I’m thinking about Netflix!Lemony wishing he spend more time with Jacques.

So uh...Olaf got a name drop (is guess who referring to the game? band? IDK who Q is but, this is gonna be weird with my headcanon of Mr. Quagmire), I covered Bertrand’s name drop...and Josephine cameos.

If I have to put her on a tier list, Josephine would be the middle between ‘like’ and ‘neutral’. She isn’t my favorite character and guardian, but I like her enough to not put her in neutral (and I have thoughts on her that I won’t 100% share here). With many fears (rational, irrational, surprisingly rational but on first glance irrational), due to VFD messing with her to where she has no choice to become a hermit and hide away from the danger of the world and become very safety conscious. Her years of being frighten grew to where she is cowardly and cares for herself more at times (she does ‘scream’ coward near the end of the TWW, especially in the books and Movie).

Once Quite Adventurous (Movie Only), and Fierce and Formidable (Netflix Only), if it’s not a headcanon, it’s almost canon Ike’s death was the turning point for Josephine deciding to hide away from the world. With Ike’s death, Josephine must have thought she has no choice to retreat to her hazard of a home and live alone for who know how long to keep herself safe. In both adaptations, they show hints (and Netflix only; also shown it via flashback) of Josephine’s old life through photographs. Also in both adaptations, it seems Josephine really went from ‘dangerous lifestyle’ to ‘gonna hide in my room please go away’ very fast after Ike’s demise. 

So, I’m happy and a bit upset Josephine cameos in this ATWQ book. Josephine is not 100% Quite Adventurous, or 100% Fierce and Formidable. I mean, she is those thing, but Josephine is also rather...Cautious. The fact Lemony even calls her ‘careful girl’ and Josephine is taking a risk to visit SBTS seems both adaptations was exaggerating her personality before Ike’s death/possible retirement from VFD. While certainly less afraid of the world, and much braver than TWW, there’s a implication Josephine is on her tip-toes, as well as making sure where she steps (or flies to in her helicopter). I have to say showing a teen Josephine being cautious is a good way to show how her extremism phobias and hermit habits have their roots since her younger years.

And that’s why I’m happy and a bit upset. I’m happy Josephine’s character is explore and it’s fueling to my pile of headcanons that are half bake for her. But I’m upset because...the adaptations. I’ll give Movie!Josephine a minor break though. Since it came out before ATWQ, I doubt Daniel Handler had even thought of this series and character cameos planned out. Movie!Josephine was a shot in the dark and one of the few things that somehow came out unscratched. I think the film played up her fears and cowardliness, but her photo album doesn’t mess up anything regarding ATWQ’s cameo.

Netflix however, has ATWQ. And from my past re-watch, I can now see there’s some references to ATWQ that went over my head (I am seriously hopping I didn’t got accidentally spoilers *stares at [RETRACTED]*). Anyway, Netflix!Josephine’s portrayed and the changes are fitting to her character. Her last act of courage after realizing Olaf killed Ike is rather nice. Yeah, I know it seems Josephine snapped due to his grammar mistake, but on the re-watch Josephine was all \OMO/ when Olaf slips up on the tamales, so I think Josephine confront Olaf for Ike’s murder and his bad grammar. I don’t want to say they ignore Josephine being described as a careful girl in her youth to making her freaking Sporty(TM), but if I do think of rewatching the show again sometime soon after finishing ATWQ (I started reading the first chapter before lunch and I think I’ll have more time the rest of the week to read),  ATWQ’s cameo will be haunting the back of my mind.

Josephine totally needed to called out Lemony for ditching Kit, just like Hector. Though I guess Josephine has more reason to since Kit is really close to getting lock up, all because of two ‘new’ characters: Gifford and Ghede, who also tried to kidnapped Lemony back in the first book. Damn, for ‘noble’ VFD members, they sure suck at their job if Kit is still arrested and they tried to kidnapped Lemony...for some reason.

Are they are on the fire starting side?

[irwinkitten]

man who can’t be moved | a.i

requested: yes; anon:  ok so i sobbed, thanks for that 😂. but what if there’s a part 2 and it takes place maybe a year or two later, and ash and his daughter develop a new mark, and it’s a new girl but she’s almost exactly like ash’s old soulmate. and since a name wasn’t mentioned this could be y/n. like they look almost exactly alike and act the same and stuff. idfk just a little thought

notes: okay so i changed it a bit buuuut i kept as close to it i think gtsassfdf 

warnings: angst and fluff

word count: 3.6k!

part one can be found here

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When Ashton woke up, praying that the entire night had been a bad nightmare, seeing his daughter curled against him, her clothes still splattered with blood because of him, his chest ached.

He could feel the tears falling as he pushed himself up, the physical ache rendering him gasping for breath as he fell to his knees, hand gripping the area above his heart as he tried to catch his breath.

Luke was the first to reach the room, his eyes taking in the slumped position of his best friend, the soft sobs as his shoulders shook and he wished for the universe to take his pain away, to make it less painful.

His eyes travelled to the little girl still fast asleep, her tear tracks dried out through the night. Luke felt even worse. He could not begin to fathom the pain the both of them were in.

Crouching down, he managed to get Ashton’s arm across his broad shoulders and slowly pulled him to his feet.

“C’mon. I packed some clothes for you and princess. Let’s get you showered and dressed, mate.” Luke’s voice was low and Ashton could feel panic fluttering in his chest. His little girl.

“She’ll be scared, need to make sure she’s okay-” He couldn’t understand his own words, grief clouding his mind but Luke understood. He nodded to Michael who went past the two, heading to the spare room where their niece was sleeping.

“Michael’s looking after her. She’s safe. But we need to get you cleaned up Ash. C’mon.” Luke pulled him to the bathroom, and after an internal debate, he switched the shower on and stripped Ashton down, climbing under the water with him.

He could see that Ashton was using him like a crutch, and he was slightly scared to leave his best friend alone, knowing that rational thinking wasn’t even comprehending in his friends mind at that moment.

As Ashton washed his body, the movements automatic, his eyes unseeing of the fact Luke was with him, Luke washed his hair, having spotted the few strands that seemed to have gotten blood, his heart aching as the slightly pink water ran clear as he washed the shampoo and conditioner out.

He made sure to run his fingers through his friends hair, checking there wasn’t anymore blood and unfocused eyes finally met his and Luke could see the moment it registered in Ashton’s mind that it was Luke and not his soulmate.

A sob ripped from Ashton’s throat, his fingers pressing around his mouth to stop the noise but Luke didn’t hesitate as he pulled Ashton close, his face pressed against his shoulder, another tortured noise escaping from his best friend. 

Luke could feel his heart shattering as his own tears fell, holding the shaking body of his best friend tightly, uncaring of the fact it was getting him soaked. 

“Please, Ash. I know it hurts. We need to get you out and downstairs first, let Mike get your lovebug cleaned up too.” 

He watched as Ashton’s body trembled, his lips pressed tightly to stop any noise but the tears still fell. Making sure there were no suds on his body, Luke switched off the water and helped him out of the shower, handing him a few towels.

Even though his clothes were damp, he stayed with Ashton, helping him get dried off, sitting him on the closed toilet seat.

“I’ll be back in a second, I just need to get your change of clothes Ash.” And he hurried back to the room where Michael was settled, their niece lay on his chest, face hidden against his neck. Luke could hear the soothing sounds escaping from Michael and he could feel tears prick the corners of his eyes. But he couldn’t cry any more, not now.

Grabbing the change of clothes for Ashton, he headed back to the bathroom and got him dressed. Half of him debated if he should help them get his little girl dressed, but then he realised that tears were falling down Ashton’s cheek and he decided against it for that moment.

Both of them were upset and they didn’t need him freaking out. So he pulled Ashton from the bathroom.

“Bathroom’s free.” He called back towards the bedroom, pulling Ashton downstairs. He didn’t even notice the boys’ soulmates, their eyes filled with their own tears but Luke shook his head at them.

Now wasn’t the time for sympathies.

He got him settled on the couch, trying to hold back his own tears at the almost vacant stare his best friend held, the tears running down his face, unbidden.

“Let it out Ash.” The wail that escaped sounded like something one would hear in a horror movie, the harsh sob shattering the peace of the day as he leaned on Luke and cried.

Once he’d got his niece cleaned up and changed into clean clothes, Michael didn’t dare bring her downstairs yet. He knew that Ashton needed to get this off his chest and having his daughter see him like that would absolutely not help in the slightest.

“Mommy’s gone.” She whispered once they were back in the room, the sheets changed. Michael spotted his soulmate walking past with the sheets bundled in her arms and he mouthed a silent thank you as she closed the door, a small smile on her lips in return.

“She’s gone baby, I’m so so sorry.” He knew the four year old wouldn’t understand his apologies, not at this age. All she knew was that she was hurting and there was nothing he could do about it.

Her face hid in his neck once more and he could feel her tears as he cradled her tightly.

“It hurts uncle Mike.” She finally whispered and he couldn’t stop his own tears as his heart broke for his niece.

“I know it does sweetheart. You’re allowed to cry to show it hurts.” His grip got marginally tighter as she finally let out a soft wail that turned into harsh sobbing. And all he could pray in that moment was that the universe would heal these two damaged souls.

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As time progressed, things became more difficult. Ashton was terrified of letting his little girl out of his sight for the first six months. Even then, he could just about let his brothers look after her with their soulmates.

For the first six months after the news broke of his soulmates death, the band came to a grinding halt. Ashton barely struggled through the days, let alone focusing on his work. No one complained, especially after a photo leaked of his burned tattoo. When the photo had leaked, people suddenly realised that losing such a person damaged you.

No one said a bad word to the band for their choice to stop so that they could all heal.

When his little girl turned five, and she woke up screaming, Ashton nearly had a heart failure as he bolted from his bed, practically breaking down the door to her room, eyes wild and searching for the threat before her saw her curled in a fetal position, her hands clutching her heart and both relief and dread filled him.

“Shh, it’s okay baby.” He whispered as he sat on her bed, pulling her onto his lap, cradling her against his chest.

Part of him wondered why this was hurting her, his memories searching back to when he was younger. He’d never felt the pain of gaining his soul mark, so why was she?

When her sobbing died down and he took her to the bathroom to run a cold flannel over the mark, he understood immediately when he peeled her shirt away.

Her soul mark was beautiful, two swans entwined. He prayed that was the universe reassuring him that she would never have to live through what he did. But he could see his own mark on her skin as well as her mothers. Her mother’s, the same one that sat burned on his chest, was an exact replica, burned and all. And his heart broke.

But just to check, he pulled his shirt off, watching as her eyes went to the darkened mark on his chest and her fingers reached out, touching it.

“It matches yours, daddy.” Her voice was quiet.

“It’s for your mommy, lovebug. This one here, this is the one that mommy had for daddy.” His fingers traced the mark gently and understanding filled her eyes. Then her hand moved to the crown that was sat above the burned out mark.

“Is that for me, daddy?” His eyes took in the mark and he smiled.

“I guess it is, princess. Just like you’ve got your daddy's mark too.”

He researched for days about this happening afterwards. A few of those who studied the field of work that surrounded soulmates had an understanding that this was part of the marking process that happened with those that formed the friendship bonds. The bond between a child and parent that was so strong, the marks would appear on those who shared such a bond with them.

Low and behold, his friends and their soulmates had received a crown too. Ashton was relieved that she had such a bond with her closest and that was when he began to ease up, giving her room to be a child once more.

As they began to go back to the studio again, Ashton learning to live once more, he tried not to let the overwhelming sadness crush him. He took joy in the small moments, especially when his little lovebug declared she wanted to be just like her daddy.

Whenever she asked, he always told her stories about her mommy.

The boys always chimed in, especially when she stayed at theirs if Ashton was tracking late. She never stayed at home if he tracked late, because he had such a fear of the same thing happening again, but this time he’d lose her too.

When she turned six, both of them gained a new mark. This mark was a butterfly, intertwined with Ashton’s mark on his daughter, and the same with the crown on his chest, connecting to the burned mark.

This had left both of them confused and once more, Ashton found himself in contact with those that studied. .

They could only theorise what it meant. Many were supportive that it was the universe giving him a second soulmate. But even he’d not heard of that before now. There was such little research, and despite hating the idea of being some scientific experiment, Ashton agreed to keep them updated.  

He never thought much of the mark as breathing got easier for him. He felt like his heart was slowly being repaired. As they released a new album, he felt slightly guilty when he requested they held a stricter stance on questions pertaining to soulmates. Management were hesitant, because fans loved hearing the stories of their soulmates.

But even the boys agreed with Ashton on this one.

“He might be getting better, but the last thing we need is one badly worded question. Especially in front of his little girl. No soulmate questions.” Luke had spoken up, his tone firm and unrelenting.

Ashton was grateful.

Over the two years, it wasn’t unusual to have found the two Irwins over at Luke’s. He didn’t hesitate to open his arms to his older bandmate, just like Ashton had done for him in the years previous.

It’d been one way for Ashton to cope through the worst nights. They each understood to an extent the pain that ached in his chest, that left him breathless.

After Luke’s declaration, they relented and agreed. The tour began as did promo and it was certainly a change in pace, especially with an energetic six year old who could be heard playing games with her uncles at any given time.

It was one of the more exhausting days that it happened.

It’d been a rare night where his little girl had suffered with strong nightmares, her terrified whimpers had Ashton shooting out from his bunk, crawling into the bottom one where his little girl lay.

He couldn’t seem to rouse her from the nightmare, and so all he could do was hold her as she whimpered in her sleep, tiny fists curling around his shirt, resting over his soulmarks.

He gave up trying to sleep as he attempted to soothe his little girl, and before long, dawn broke across the sky and the rest of the bus were starting to move. Tired eyes met his and tears filled hers as she realised that her daddy was with her.

“Please don’t leave.” Came her broken whisper and Ashton felt something in his chest crack, his mind wishing that he could heal her broken heart and take the nightmares away.

“Never, angel. I promise. You wanna stay with me today?” She nodded, burying her head against his chest.

“Please.”

The boys knew something was up because their niece was mostly quiet as they ate breakfast. With a glance to Ashton who mouthed ‘nightmare’ they understood that today was going to be a tough one.

“Do you want us to take over on the interviews?” Luke quietly asked and Ashton shook his head.

“They’ve been told they can’t ask soulmate questions. If someone can give them a heads up that she’s gonna be with me it should be fine.” Ashton murmured in return as he watched her curl up on Michael’s lap, his arms wrapped around her tightly as they watched cartoons on the bus’ TV.

‘Can the universe not fuck with me today? I don’t ask for much.’ Flew through Ashton’s mind and he froze, his breath catching.

With Michael and Calum focusing their attentions on his little girl, they missed how he gasped.

Luke didn’t.

Luke managed to haul Ashton off the bus, muttering about getting some fresh air and the other two didn’t question it at the bus door closed behind them.

“What happened Ash?”

“There’s, it was, a connection.” He breathed out in shock, eyes wide as he stared at Luke. He could feel the bubble of fear in the pit of his stomach, and Luke placed his hands on Ashton’s shoulders, blue eyes holding hazel.

“Breathe. Check the connection. Calm down.” His eyes followed the numbers that Luke was mouthing, his breathing slowing down as he closed his eyes for a second. He remembered what the connection to a soulmate felt like.

‘Maybe the universe is playing us both.’ He sent back tentatively.

‘Holy shit, I didn’t think anyone would have my connection.’ Came back and he felt an echo of the shock he’d been experiencing.

‘That makes two of us.’

Luke was staring at Ashton as he finally refocused his gaze, his mind torn. He was given another soulmate.

“I’ve got another soulmate.” He breathed and Luke stared at his friend in shock.

“How do you feel about that?” Luke asked carefully and Ashton felt the conflict within his head. Luke could see it in his friends eyes, the frustration and the fear. He knew that three years could never erase the pain he’d suffered, losing his first soulmate, but the universe clearly deemed him ready.

‘Don’t listen to your mind. Listen to your soul. I did.’ Came soft whispers from his soulmate. Ashton took a deep breath, ignoring the fear at the back of his mind and working through his emotions. And he realised that despite the fear of what could happen, as unlikely as it could be to happen twice, his chest didn’t ache at the thought of his first soulmate like it used to. He didn’t feel like a part of him was missing, nor did he feel like his heart was on fire like it used to be.

He breathed out.

“Good.” He finally responded to Luke; knowing that it was the only answer he could really clarify.

Luke found himself smiling.

As the day got on, in between the first set of interviews, Ashton found himself alternating between talking with his soulmate and soothing his little girl. It had been a testing day for both of them, exhaustion evident to anyone who spent more than five minutes with them. But they kept going.

It was as they were heading to their final interview of the day that she dropped a piece that made him laugh out loud.

‘Considering that I’ve done nothing but do coffee runs and pester people, I’m now being a runner for the band that’s about to show up to our radio station.’

‘Oh? What band would that be?’ He could feel his heart rate rise a little, the excitement coursing through his veins.

‘5 Seconds of Summer.’ And he laughed, making his bandmates stare at him as if he’d lost his mind.

“My soulmate is about to be our runner.” He explained quietly. His daughter had been distracted by the games on his phone, but her eyes turned to his, hopeful.

“Does it mean you’re gonna be happy now daddy?” His heart melted. He’d been honest with them when Luke had pulled him back on the bus. He’d spent time explaining to his little girl what it meant and she surprised him with her response.

“I want my nightmares to go away. Mommy keeps telling me to wait, is this what she meant?” Ashton’s heart melted as he’d held her and whispered that he hoped so.

“Hopefully baby.” He murmured, tucking her into his side as the car pulled up to the radio station.

‘Well we’ve just pulled up. See you in a second, soulmate.’ He felt her shock echo through the bond as they stepped out. Ashton smiled apologetically as fans called his name, and he kept a firm grip on his little girl as the boys went and greeted the fans that were waiting outside of the radio station.

Once he stepped through the doors and he found himself face to face with the runner, her eyes met his and he could feel peace settle. His body wasn’t riddled with wounds any more.

When she glanced down to his little girl, he felt her relax into him, a bright grin spreading across her face as she shot forward, her arms wrapping around his soulmate.

“My mommy told me to wait for you.” Her face was pressed into his soulmates stomach, words muffled. But he could see her entire body visibly relax as her arms wound around his little girl.

“I would apologise for her, but she gets that from me.” He teased, his eyes staring down fondly. Keeping her arm wrapped around the little girl, she held her hand out to him.

“Good job it doesn’t bother me.” Was all that left her lips and Ashton stepped closer, his hand taking hers and he felt the bond flourish, something that left him breathless in the best way as he stepped forward, aware that his little girl was yet to let his soulmate go.

His lips met hers for a brief second, his body practically vibrating from the bliss that he was experiencing before she finally pulled away, crouching down to his daughters height.

“I don’t know what’s going to happen, but I promise that I’ll love you and your dad with everything that I have.”

Later that night, back at her place as they lay together, his fingers tracing the delicate marks that marked her skin, he slowly understood. She had her own burned mark but just like his own one, her new mark that was his sat entwined with his daughters, still connected with her burned mark.

“I had the strangest dreams for months, you know.” She hummed as they lay together. His eyes turned to hers and she smiled slightly.

“How so?”

“I had dreams of a life that wasn’t mine. I had dreams of meeting you at an airport and the feeling of relief mixed with bliss, even though there were too many people, I kissed you.” Ashton froze for a second.

“Really?” He breathed out, his eyes searching her face, praying that she wasn’t lying.

“You said something along the lines of ‘at least the universe gave us this cliche’ and I laughed. Does that mean something to you?” And instead of feeling pain, he could only feel a fondness fill his chest as he pulled her closer, his lips finding her temple.

“That was the first time I met my first soulmate. We’d tried meeting before, but our instincts had screamed at us to abandon the plan. But we figured that meeting at the airport was a better possibility.” He explained and she felt relief flood across her features.

“Would you mind telling me about the other dreams then? I’m curious that I seem to know stuff, but I have no context.”

And as they settled together, him feeling safe in the knowledge that his little girl was with the boys back on the bus and his soul feeling healed for the first time in years, he finally had a grasp on his life and the feeling that it was back on track.

The universe had connected two broken souls and he was almost certain that fate was on their side this time as he kissed the mark once more, her own fingers tracing his as he did so.

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Ashes to Dust

Tony Stark X Reader

A/N: This is for @thefanficfaerie A Picture’s Worth A Thousand Words challenge! My moodboard prompt was “The House at The End of The Street”, and this is my spin on it! This was really fun to write!

Summary: Y/n had one rule: don’t try to change the future. No matter how much she wanted to. Then, one horrifying Halloween, she begins to question her rule when her visions turn into something worse than ever before… The End. Will she change it? Can she change it?

Word Count: About 4,100

Warnings: Angst, Infinity War, and swears…

Main Masterlist

 6 months…

“Tony, it’s me…” Y/n couldn’t help he slight waver in her voice, as she paced back and forth in her bedroom, listening to the old creaking of the house as she tried to gather her bearings, “I… You need to get over here. Now. It’s… Oh my god, Tony. It’s bad. It was so bad… You just… please come. Please.”

She quickly ended the call, hoping that he’d check his phone before she had to summon FRIDAY to get him.

He’d been a busy bee lately, but… she really needed her boyfriend, right now.

It was bad, this time…

Since the shit that happened with the accords, the team getting split up, Pepper finding someone new, dealing with the government, and the crazy that tended to follow Tony Stark… He’d been a little high strung. He’d barely had any time to see her as of late, even though they talked every day. It had been at least two weeks since she’d gotten the chance to touch him, and that was two weeks too long. She missed him.

She’d gone through long stretches of time throughout their lives where the only time she saw him was on the news, but things were different now. They were in an exclusive relationship, and she was no longer on the backburner of Tony Stark’s life – like when they were growing up.

They met at the park as children, and - knowing exactly who he was at four years old – she ran up to him on the playground asking him to play. He was weirded out that she knew him by name, but immediately agreed. They played for hours, until her grandma came back from the farmer’s market and brought her home.

It wasn’t until they were nearly ten years old that she saw him, again. She’d prepared – agonized – about the moment she would see him for days, worried that he was going to think that she was a creep. When they met again, though, he was intrigued. He was so dang smart that he figured it out right away, that something was wrong with her. Y/n was… definitely weird. She named him by name, as she did the first time, but… she asked him about JARVIS. Problem was, she meant the computer, and he thought she meant Edwin Jarvis.

She’d gotten the timeline wrong.

It was easy to do when you had The Sight.

God, she felt like a bad Halloween movie when she thought about it.

After the slight slip, Y/n was forced – without giving any details about the things she saw – to tell Tony the truth about her sight. She told him that she’d seen him before meeting him at the playground, and how she knew they were going to meet that day. She had even told him that she knew they were going to be great friends as adults.

Surprisingly, Tony took that news in stride, and they were great friends… until his parents died.

He didn’t speak to her for nearly a decade.

Maria and Howard’s deaths weren’t her fault, by any means, but… he knew she had the sight. That was the downfall of telling people. He was too consumed by his grief to remember that she couldn’t control what she did and didn’t see, and – even if she could – people would go mad if they really knew their future.

Sometimes she felt mad…

She had one rule: Never try to change the future.

The future was a fickle thing. The biggest question was always: can you change your future, or is it set in stone? She was unsure. Every vision she’d ever seen had come true, in her experience. It wasn’t an answer, though. Was the future’s outcome set in stone, whether or not you change your decisions? Could a decision completely change the outcome of a future? Did she only see the true outcome, or was it unchanged because she did nothing to change it?

Either way, it wasn’t her place to try and mess with the universe.

Her last vision had her second guessing her rule.

There was… god there was so much death. This would mean… this would mean the end of the world as they knew it.

In an attempt to calm her nerves, she grabbed her black cat – Luna – off the bed and brought her downstairs with her. Luna, sensing something was wrong with Y/n, meowed loudly and nuzzled her head under Y/n’s chin in comfort.

“Thank you.” She sighed to the cat, scratching her behind her ears before placing her on the couch in her highly-decorated living room. “I’m going to clean up and make some coffee.” Luna meowed in response. “Yeah, yeah, caffeine. Okay. I’ll make tea, then. Calm me down.”

Her black booties clicked against the wood floors as she made her way to the door to her greenhouse, where she grew her own herbs and flowers. Among other things. The place was supposed to be her sanctuary… until today. She paused at the doorway, closing her eyes for a moment as flashes of her latest vision got her heart racing, again.

She’d been in the greenhouse, collecting some peppers and tomatoes to make into a few jars of salsa in exchange for a couple dozen eggs from one of her neighbors. She’d had a few coffee cans full of ashes from her fireplace on her table that she’d intended to use to make lye for homemade soaps, when her produce basket bumped a can – sending the open container to the ground.

As the can hit the dirt ground, ash flew up; swirling into the cool, autumn air. The dreary sky turned dark, and she felt the familiar pressure behind her eyes that she got while a vision happened. The scenes of her greenhouse and her vision melded together, and she felt the fear and blind panic of her future self. She was in New York, watching the scene before her as ash and dust blew through the air, and – though there were the terrified screams of the other citizens – there was an eerie silence to the city. The only sound was the fluttering of the ash falling to the ground like a fresh snow.

She turned her head, and she was suddenly surrounded by crystal clear water – spanning around her like mirrored glass. The sky was a vibrant red, yellow sparkling though as if the sky was on fire, growing lighter in hue as the colors hit the horizon line – the ombre reflecting back over the endless stretch of water. She was standing underneath a stone canopy, whose floor seemed to blend seamlessly in the unmoving, reflective water.

A… man… who didn’t look like a man… was slowly gliding through the water, walking towards her.

“Daughter?”

He wasn’t looking at her, he was looking behind her.

She turned, watching as a little girl – who didn’t look human – moved to look back at the man before her. “Did you do it?”

“Yes.” The man looked down morosely, a heavy weight upon his shoulders as he thought about what he’d done.

“What did it cost?”

He looked back to the young girl, a soulless look in his eyes as he replied: “Everything…”

A gasp broke her from her trance, as the basket she’d been holding fell to the ground – its contents rolling though the ash that coated the ground, like her vision. Her lungs were on fire, as her trembling hands flew to her mouth, her legs giving out from under her as she fell to her knees in anguish. Tears were leaving hot trails down her chilled skin, and she was afraid to close her eyes – the vision burned into her memories.

Oh…god.

Immediately after that, she’d ran to her room, nearly tripping over her Halloween décor and vomiting into her toilet.

Then, she’d called Tony.

She’d seen… She’d seen it. The end of the world.

Taking a steadying breath, she moved through the doorway, into the warmth of her greenhouse. A place that had once been so comforting to her, plagued with the memories of her vision.

“There’s nothing you can do.” She whispered to herself, bending down to pick her produce off the floor and straighten up the mess in her garden. “There’s nothing you can do.”

She glanced over to her shelf, where she kept her important items. The pumpkin-headed doll that contained her grandmother’s ashes was in its usual spot, but she felt like… she felt like the damn doll was judging her.

That damn doll was always judging her.

“Right?” She was second guessing herself. She wasn’t supposed to mess with the future. She was only there to witness it, not to change it… that’s what her grandmother always told her. Trying to change the course of fate was only setting yourself up for failure and heartbreak. “But…”

“Y/n?!” She heard Tony’s panicked voice, as he burst through the front door, nearly shattering the glass window. “Sweetheart, where are you?!”

“Kitchen!” She called back, after quickly grabbing her tin for chamomile tea. “Making tea.”

His pristine appearance was comforting. His three-piece suit unwrinkled, though his face looked worn and exhausted. Without hesitation, he immediately gathered her in his arms, tucking her head under his chin and rubbing his hand up and down her spine in comfort. “Honey, what happened?”

“Vision.” She sagged in his arms, the tears she’d been furiously trying to end melting away with the comfort that his arms brought her. “It was… awful.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“You know I can’t.” She whispered, trying to breathe in as much of his smell as she could, feeling like she could finally get oxygen in her lungs. “But… I need you. I’m freaked out.”

“Okay.” He nodded, pressing a small kiss to her forehead. “You know I’m always here to talk about it, if you need to.”

She pulled back, wiping her face and resuming her task of making tea, “Want a cup?”

“I guess so.” His face scrunched up in disgust, “As long as it’s not that nasty green shit, again.”

“You had the flu, of course you thought it tasted nasty.” She snorted, getting the kettle on the stove. “So, what do you think about the house?”

He glanced around, getting up and investigating the decorations that she’d put up a week prior. He even opened the front door to inspect the fake spider webs, the pumpkins, and the little pumpkin shrine in the yard, where the well was supposed to be. “Well… it looks like… You’re really into Halloween.”

“That was the point.”

“Honey, you always look like Halloween threw up on you.” He laughed gesturing to her outfit, which was a black dress, black tights, and black, heeled booties. “You scream Halloween year-round.”

“I live for the aesthetic.” She shrugged, watching as Luna snuck up on Tony – who hated the cat. “I see the future. I may as well look the part.”

An unmanly yelp escaped his lips as Luna jumped onto the counter, next to where Tony’s hands were neatly folded as he waited for you to prepare the tea. “Fucking cat! I swear, she hates me!”

“Hey, you’re in her house, remember?” She reminded him, pouring the tea into two glasses and sliding him his own, watching the steam rise from the small cups.

He hummed in response, side-eyeing Luna before taking a sniff of the tea, “Chamomile? That vision must’ve been bad.”

“It was.” She breathed in the comforting smell, adjusting the neckline of her dress and leaning over to scratch Luna behind the ears. “I’m okay, now, though.”

Liar.

Four Months…

It was like the weather knew something was going to happen. It was December and there was no snow. There was only wet, like the sky was weeping for it’s last moments. The rotting leaves left behind a pleasant scent, but it was only a reminder of time passed.

Some of Y/n’s decorations remained, for aesthetic, but her beautiful Victorian styled home was aesthetic enough. She looked like a witch, or psychic, which didn’t bother her in the least. She enjoyed the double-take that the neighbors or tourists would do as they walked by. She enjoyed the comforting sounds of the home, and the character that came with it.

Of course, she’d made sure to immediately cleanse the house.

She wasn’t stupid.

The snow was on its way, she could smell the crispness in the air, but she was trying to hold on to time as long as she could.

It was as if the more time passed, the more her vision revealed itself.

She was walking to the mailbox with Luna, who strolled over the wet sidewalk beside her, glancing at the wet leaves like they’d inconvenienced her walk in some way.

“They’re just leaves.” Y/n muttered to herself, rolling her eyes as she sifted through the mail next to the old box. “You… You…”

She heard Luna complain loudly as she slipped into a trance, the scene around her fading into one not of her world.

There was no clues as to which planet she was currently looking at, but it was… destroyed. Completely destroyed. Ruins littered the landscape, the gravity felt different, and… the smell.

It smelled like ash.

There were sounds of commotion this time, like there was a fight happening a short distance from where she was standing.

Turning around, she saw the same creature that resembled a man from the first vision. He wasn’t as… broken… as the first time she’d seen him. This must be before.

He was… holy mother of god he was fighting with Tony.

She watched as the nano-tech in Tony’s suit morphed his arm into a giant sword, swinging it in the direction of the creature, striking to kill.

The creature barely looked phased, as he broke it off easily, like snapping a cracker, and jabbed the sword forwards…

…right into Tony’s side.

Tony’s pained, wavering grunt was loud in the silence that followed, as the creature continued forwards. Tony stumbled backwards for a few steps, pain clouding his eyes, before finally falling backwards into a sit against some of the rubble.

She could see the blood leaking from the wound, and tried desperately to move to help, but her attempts were futile…

The mail slipped from her fingers, dropping to the wet pavement as a scream tore from her lips, bringing her back to the present as the first few flakes of snow began their descent from the sky – reminding her of ash.

The sounds of her neighbors grew louder as her screams turned to sobs, the heartbreak of loss crushing her to the ground as her knees gave out – scraping against the wet pavement and tearing at her skin.

Tony wasn’t going to make it…

Two months…

There had to be something she could do.

Anything.

What she saw… she couldn’t let that happen.

The madness was beginning to set in. She’d been in the hospital for three days, due to a hysterical breakdown in the middle of work. The visions were getting worse. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw a new component of The End, and she couldn’t take it. It was too much loss.

Everyone she loved was going to fade away.

There needed to be something she could change.

There had to be some key decision that would change everything.

There had to be… there had to be…

One month…

Things were getting better.

Y/n was no longer in the hospital. It was easier to hide the pain, the loss the heartbreak… She’d accepted it… because she knew she was going to die.

She’d seen it, and she’d never been wrong.

She was watching herself standing in the woods. There’d been a fight there, recently, but there was no sounds to indicate that it was still happening. The only evidence of a fight was the broken trees, the smell of smoke, and the sight of a few of Tony’s teammates… In fact, there were no sounds at all. Just the whisper in the air of bad things to come, like fate was trying to quietly warn whoever was listening that The End was here.

Thor was standing near her, a look of horror and confusion pulled his eyebrows together, his mouth agape. He was staring at her, but she wasn’t looking at him. She was staring at her own hands, a mixture of sadness and relief lining her face as she watched the color of her skin fade away to nothing, blowing into ash and mixing with the light breeze. It spread up her arms like a paper that caught fire, leaving her limbs to fade into nothing as she looked back up to Thor with a sad smile on her face, before the rest of her dissipated into ash.

“I tried…”

Two weeks…

Tony proposed.

He fucking proposed.

They’d been on a small stroll in an empty park, Luna trailing slowly behind as she tried to hunt the small critters that had come out of hibernation from the winter – finally able to enjoy the spring weather. Their fingers were laced together as they enjoyed the warm weather, finally able to get some fresh air after being cooped up all winter.

Well… Tony enjoyed the weather.

The nice weather was just a cruel reminder to Y/n that their time together was coming to an end, and she had no idea how to stop it.

“You know, I know you live for the aesthetic and everything, dear, but… It’s spring, now. You can wear colors.” He teased, reaching up and giving her short sleeve a slight tug. “Also, why does the creature need to follow us? She makes me nervous.”

Luna yowled at him in response as Y/n looked down at her outfit. She was wearing the same lacey, black, short sleeved dress with a keyhole neckline. The same outfit as Halloween. Even down to the opaque black tights and high-heeled booties.

It left an unsettled feeling in her gut.

“Luna needs exercise, too, Tony.” Y/n responded, shaking it off as the cat trotted towards her and kept pace with the couple. “Especially if you keep trying to bribe her into liking you.”

“She literally left a dead mouse in my shoe.” He scoffed, turning to glare at the unbothered cat. “She hates me.”

“She was leaving you a gift.” She shrugged, giving Luna a sly smile before leaning her head against Tony’s shoulder as they walked. “At least it wasn’t on your pillow.”

“No, just in my two thousand dollar Tom Ford Oxfords.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t buy such expensive shoes.” Y/n giggled, spinning around so she was standing in front of him and pressing a small, chaste kiss against his warm lips. “Luna doesn’t care about material items. She just likes it when you scratch her ears.”

“Tell that to the dozens of claw marks on my hands.” He replied with a snort, wrapping his arms around her waist and caressing his lips against her forehead. “I miss this.”

“Miss what?” She laid her head against his shoulder, fingers gently playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. “Disagreeing about Luna?”

“Being with you.” He murmured, turning his head to lay his scratchy cheek against her forehead. “I wanna’ be with you forever.”

She closed her eyes, heartbreak piercing her chest as the replay of her vision of his death played behind her eyelids. She desperately wanted to tell him about her visions, but… she was terrified that he’d become reckless or not fight with everything he had, if he knew he was going to die. There was no way to prevent his death, but she would make sure that he enjoyed the last moments they had together. She’d rather take that secret to the grave than let him feel any ounce of pain that she felt.

“I love you.” She whispered, willing the tears back as she sagged against him. “I will always love you.”

“Marry me.” He replied suddenly, shifting around and sliding his hands up to cup her face. “I’ve loved you for so long… You’ve been one of my best friends since we were squirts, and I know I don’t deserve you after what happened… and I know that I haven’t been the best at showing you I love you… and I know that we haven’t been exclusive for that long but-”

She cut off his rambling, arms sliding around his neck as she shoved her lips against his moving ones, forcing him into silence as she threw as much of her love as she could into that kiss. She’d loved him since she was young, too. She’d been so patient for him, knowing they’d eventually be together even as he was dating, sleeping around, and gaining his reputation as a playboy. She tried to think about the first kiss they’d shared as teenagers, trying to convey as much emotion as she could to convince him that she loved him. Which had only grown as they grew older.

She just wished they’d be able to grow old together…

The tears that she’d been holding back slid down her face, and she could taste the salt as she slowly pulled back, pressing her forehead against his. “Yes.”

“Yeah?” He laughed, excitement laced through his voice. “You mean it?”

She nodded, throat closing as she tried to conceal her heartbreak with excitement. The tears wouldn’t stop, and eventually a sob escaped her throat as she buried herself into his neck – hoping he would think that it was just her being emotional about the engagement.

It was better than knowing the truth…

Three days…

Drinking was a bad idea.

Why she decided to drown her sorrows was beyond her, but she was spiraling. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw someone else fade to dust. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw fire. She saw panic.

She saw him.

She knew his name, now.

Thanos.

His agenda wasn’t clear, as her visions only came with flashes, and weren’t always in order… but she knew enough to know that whatever it was, he was going to win. He was going to get what he wanted. He was going to kill to get it.

He was going to kill the ones she loved.

Her last vision had sent her over the edge.

Luna…

She took another swig of her wine, in the middle of completely trashing her greenhouse. Not that she was going to need it, anyways. She’s going to die. Why the hell not? Dirt and plant remains were tossed carelessly to the ground, the tomatoes that she’d grown to hate squishing beneath her shoes as she chucked another clay pot against the wall – shattering it from the sheer force of the throw.

Her music was on as high as she could stand it, the intensity of the heavy metal encouraging her to scream out her rage as she tossed shit around the room.

The only thing untouched was the doll that contained her grandmother’s ashes. The little pumpkin head silently judging her – as usual – as she downed the rest of the wine, throwing the bottle against the wall to add to the piles of shattered items and destroyed hard work.

“Stop- Stop fucking judging me, grandma!” She slurred, screaming at the doll as the room spun around her. “You told me I couldn’t mess with it! You did! Now, look! Now… Everyone! Everyone! They’re all- They’re all going to be gone!”

The doll just stared back.

Two days…

“Bruce?” Tony broke away from you, where you were standing in the park after being interrupted during your run.

“Hi, Tony.”

Two Days…

“Please tell me you’re not in the ship, Tony…” Y/n swallowed thickly, her worst fears beginning to come true. “Please…”

“I can’t tell you that, sweetheart.” He began to cut out, as she fell to her knees clutching the phone to her ear desperately. “I’m sorry.”

One day…

“I have to change it.” She muttered to herself, walking onto the ship to Wakanda with Bruce and the other members of the team. “I’m going to change it.”

One hour…

AIM FOR THE HEAD.

One minute…

She ran through the woods, having broke away from the fighting and sneaking out of Shuri’s lab. She knew what she had to do. She knew what needed to be done.

“THOR!” She screamed, as she happened upon the fighting and mayhem, gasping for breath, “AIM FOR THE-”

“You should have aimed for the head.”

“No!”

She was too late.

He snapped.

The end…

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[kurtty-drabbles]

Lovecraft au (lovesick part 2)

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N/A: I admit that the only reason for this to exist is because I want to see Lovecraft Kurt jelly. As for I want to see Evil Wizard Kurt as a dragon in the Katherine au.

Terry Pryde can cut her carrots for the dinner as Cameron arrives back from his work. The work is something the woman has yet to understand, the man sits on the dinner table and looks at his wife cutting the carrots with diligence.

“You know...I´m here we can talk about that, in fact, we should” and Terry let go of the carrot and faces her husband as if a switch was installed she has anger written in her face as well confusion.

“Ok, let me ask you why you thought going to the fish city was a bright idea?” Terry asked and wonders briefly if her husband knows she was never the one to like beaches in the past and now...it gots worse.

“Dagon approaches me, he´s not a human you can close your door in his face” Cameron tries to answer this in a calm way, but, the memory of meeting with Dagon was enough for the man to take addiction to caffeine. His hand travelled to his hair as his nostrils are flaming. Terry is not sure if she is pitying him. “ he gave me visions about our daughter and how this …” he takes a deep breath and tries again “how this monster will hurt her and ...I didn´t know what to do”

“Could have talked to me!” she exclaimed “I don´t like to live here in the fishland nor I like to keep in the dark about the future of my own child, you aren't even in there when I gave birth to Kitty” she never forget that moment.

“We found one of his ...members, for the sake of my sanity, lurking around the city and, god, Teresa, that thing wants to kill our daughter, I just want to protect you, I thought ...this was our best chance” Cameron explained and now has his head lower “if I have told you a big fish God wants to protect your powerful daughter would you believe me?”

“No, ok, I see your point, but, I'm still mad that you take such decision without me, good intention aside, how you would feel if I change your family to a new planet? Because after a Fish God everything is possible”

“You tried to leave the city without me” Cameron has a sad smile now “I can see your point”

“Oh, Cameron, this situation is crazy enough, no more lies, please,” Terry asked, no, she pleased and Cameron holds her hand and offers a smile “No more lies, I´m sorry, I just wanted to protect you and Kitty”

As the two talks about the new situation Kitty Pryde, 6 years old, listen to her parents and can take little satisfaction that her new room has no window to the ocean its eyes are no longer on her, at least for now.

Terry and Cameron have no real power within the fishland, as Terry likes to call, however, Dagon wishes to protect Kitty(a reason that Cameron and Terry have to fully understand) the deity is open mind to a certain degree and Terry and Cameron tries to make this new experience less weird as possible.

“We have some demands” Terry speaks, Cameron once spoke he´s part of Dagon´s cult in an honorary way, in his words “I´m Kitty´s father and that means something for the cult”, and this allows the Pryde to gain courage to speak face to face with Dagon in his human form.

“Oh, I thought you would have demands, so speak away humans” Dagon speaks never once pretending to be a human, but, using the mutant´s status to explain why Kitty needs to be here.

“First, we are Jewish and this won´t be taken away from us, meaning we can celebrate our holidays and be part of the Jewish community” Terry speaks and Dagon nods without a problem and explains himself noticing the others reaction.

“I guess Cameron did read Lovecraft´s work, so, let me clarify, that pathetic human being is a racist that worth less than shit. If you and your wife want to celebrate your Jewish roots, by all means, do it” Dagon explained.

“Another thing,” Cameron gains courage to speak thanks to his wife “you want to protect Kitty, my daughter, then no ocean will come near her” some of Dagon´s heralds and members prolific of the cult are insulted by the suggestion, to them water is everything, Dagon accept the terms but “I want to see Kitty, especially as her powers are growing” Cameron frown at him and Dagon looks bored “oh, ease your mind, I´m not into this kind of thing, I want to protect her...The Crawling Chaos is always lurking and your daughter will be hurt again because of him...you know that”

Now Cameron looks displeased by the situation, not wanting to be linked as the weak one adds “as noble your intention may be, we are the parents and we decide when you can see your daughter that hates the ocean, Fish God, got it?”

Dagon laughs and Cameron is sure this is a joke for him, however, the deity nods amused.

“We can come and go as we please” Terry starts and Dagon didn´t seem to react “Kitty too, we are not prisoners.” Dagon smiles cruelly and Cameron put in front of Terry as Dagon walks, no, more like slides towards them.

“I can let you celebrate your roots, I can let you think you have some control on those meetings, but, Kitty stays here” Dagon´s eyes are getting yellow with red iris “if you are thinking in use the excuse of school or interaction, forget it. Kitty stays here...I won´t lose her again” noticing the fear in the Prydes eyes the deity tries a new strategy “on the second thought, you humans look better when interacting with others, so, I can allow Kitty to attend a school if, and if, one of my heralds is near her”

Terry and Cameron agree on the condition they can pick the person. Dagon accepts and the Prydes have to live in the fishland and Kitty has yet to understand her powers. Mutants usually have their powers kicking in when they enter in teenagerhood. Why 6 years old Kitty can create a tree in the middle of her room?

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Professor McArthur lives in the sin of arrogance, one of the greatest minds and working in the project to create a new type of source of energy Professor McArthur is a great mind and of course, it attracts attention that comes more than NASA´s watchful eyes.

A woman with a long red hair and blue eyes smiles at the professor who is cowering in fear, sweating profusely as the thing comes closer, wearing a pretty mask but making no secret in regards what the thing is and what it desires.

“Please” McArthur begs as the woman has bright gold eyes.

“Please, forgive me, I´m sorry, I think I heard all the excuses, oh...blaming someone else is not the way to go, I told you...I don´t like failures” the woman´s mouth changes to be something inhuman “and I always have a space for food” and McArthur can only scream as his fate is sealed, until, the door is knocked.

It is omnipotent. So...if he saw no one would bother them, then no one should be here. The knocks remain and Nightcrawler(as his toys like to call) is amused. Taking McArthur to his dimension to be eaten later, Nightcrawler goes to answer the door.

“Professor McArthur, I know it is beyond time for the essay, but, I was hoping if you could take a look” the young woman then looks at the blonde woman gazing at her non blinking fashion “Oh, I can return when he´s not busy with his affair, by the way, you are cuter than the last one”

Oh, Nightcrawler remembers McArthur can´t see a woman he would go nuts...preferring more prostitutes.

The bred hair woman smiles as still gazing back at the young woman are unnerving and not human-like, but, Nightcrawler can´t help this woman has HER aura.

“Hey? Is the sex that good...or that bad?” the woman asked and the red hair chuckles “No, I´m just a student, looking for McArthur and I can´t help to wonder how cute you´re” the red hair speaks “my name is Noelle, what´s yours?”

“uhm, Kitty and thanks” ‘’Noelle’’ is looking at her freckles wanting to touch “and you shouldn´t come closer of me” Kitty respond not flinch when Noelle´s hands try to touch Kitty.

“Why?” Noelle asked and her smile stop as Kitty is not alone. “Dagon” Noelle´s voice change and Kitty look surprised.

“Kitty, I told you to come home” Dagon ignored Nightcrawler.

“I just want to talk with my professor” Kitty explains and freaks out as Dagon is not afraid to show a small scale of his inhuman appearance, in her mind, she was sure Noelle would freak out. To her shock, Noelle is too calm.

“You speak with him, now, go” Dagon puts his tentacle on Kitty´s shoulder and Nightcrawler´s eyes morphe to red and gold.

“Are you tiring of living? Cause I can put an end on your misery” Nightcrawler states touching Kitty´s hand, but, Dagon didn´t let to go far.

“You have no power here, the water is my element and we so happen to be near the ocean. And I´m protecting her, much better than you could have done” Dagon speaks and the heated gaze each one is giving to the other is enough to literally created holes on the school.

“HEY” Kitty shouts loudly and Nightcrawler and Dagon stop “I don´t understand what is happening, but, you two won´t destroy the school, I have to go now, person who I now suspect is not a real person, so...bye” Kitty waves at him and Dagon teleport them out of his sight.

[the-big-ol-guardian]

Responding to Weak-Ass Krillin Fans [pt. 1 of ?]

Straight from the pits of the fiery Hell that is “people who take their fandom too seriously” we have this golden gemstone of somebody so morally-outraged by my post that they couldn’t even bring themselves to credit me for the content they ripped off my blog (and then blocked me in a brazen act of cowardice)

The worst offence though, is that her defense of Krillin is so laughably bad it’s at best entirely moot and at worst more evidence of how worthless Krillin is. Let’s break this down...

Part 1: Krillin’s Fuck-bot

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How can one human being be so soul-suckingly devoid of humour?  “Oh, Android 18 still technically has human-bits! She’s not just a machine that he fucks, she’s a cyborg... that he fucks.” Wow, really “got me” there.  Also, I love the needlessly thrown in part about how she was “enslaved against her will,” like I’m now supposed to feel guilty or something about mocking such a tragic literary figure (lmao). Oh what Shakespearean-tragedy we have on our hands; a woman given the powers of a God who frees herself from her oppressive master within 5 minutes of being introduced to the audience, who goes on to do pretty much nothing before getting absorbed into a far more interesting character, anyway.  Cry me a river. 

Part 2: Krillin’s Only Good for Dying

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I guess I’m just supposed to take your word for it that Gohan definitely absolutely would have died on Namek without Krillin, even though I see no reason why that’s necessarily true, but even if it was, what difference does it make whether or not Gohan survived Namek if they were just going to wish back everyone who died there, anyway? This argument has multiple layers of moot built into it. 

I don’t know why you brought up Tien, since he did nothing in the Namek arc, but it should be pretty self-evident that Vegeta needed to be there. I could see some clever writing that could’ve left Gohan out, but Krillin could’ve been taken out with very minor changes to the story. Having Piccolo arrive on Namek was probably the stupidest plot point of the entire series, though. At least Krillin was just redundant, so I’ll give you that one.  Basically according to you, what justifies Krillin is that he can do basic math (durr, 7-1 = less than 7! what a genius!) and he “saved” characters that only needed to be saved because of plot contrivances that only existed to give Krillin something to do in the first place. Great, his death “motivated Goku,” but so could’ve Gohan’s or even Piccolo’s. Actually, I think Bulma would’ve been a pretty good choice, too. I mean, she was the first character we see him interact with back in DB. W/e, the point is Krillin didn’t do anything that couldn’t have been done without him.  Oh and btw, there’s nothing brave or intelligent about handing over a dragon ball to Vegeta when his only other option was to die and lose the ball to him, anyway. His actions aren’t “smart” by virtue of other characters doing things that make up for his fuck-ups. If Gohan hadn’t found the other dragon ball, would Krillin’s decision still have been “quick-witted”? Because he would’ve done the same thing, either way. This isn’t a point of credit for him. 

Part 3: Krillin Named His Daughter After His Ex 

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This isn’t a “misconception” just because one character is in the manga and the other isn’t. It doesn’t matter that one came from Toriyama and the other came from Toei staff, they’re both in the show, and that fact doesn’t stop being true just because I have the option to force my brain to ignore it on a technicality. Maybe you’re content with performing mental-gymnastics to compartmentalize this weird quantum superposition that these characters have to be in to both exist and not exist in the same universe simultaneously, but that doesn’t mean everyone else has to be.  You can edit the show whatever way you like in your own head to keep things nice and pretty for yourself, but I’ll take the show as it is, thank you very much.

Part 4: Krillin Can’t Fight Good

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You people will shamelessly adopt narrative-fatalism whenever it suits you. Who decides whether or not the kienzan is “too tiring” to use? Did the show decide that of its own volition? What it an inescapable conclusion given the established lore of the series? No, that’s just some bullshit head-canon you came up with to justify a plot hole. Also, if getting his potential released wasn’t enough to allow him to make a big flashy-flash followed by a laser-razor in a world of planet-busters, you’ve pretty much made my point for me that he’s useless and had no purpose being on Namek.

You also cherry-pick one situation out a sea of times Krillin should’ve done this (but didn’t) like this is enough to defend Krillin as a character, and even this example falls on its face. You just said it yourself, he fired off “about twenty” (uh... sure) in rapid succession, and not one of them actually landed a fatal (or even meaningful) blow on Frieza. Sure, someone else could’ve hit Frieza with something other than the guaranteed kill-shot that is the destructo-disk and hoped for the best, or...

or maybe...

now just hear me out on this...

MAYBE KRILLIN COULD’VE USED THE SOLAR FLARE AND THEN FIRED OFF “ABOUT 20″ KIENZANS

Whoa, crazy.  

Part 5: Krillin the Genetic Failure

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Before tearing into this bit of silly nonsense, you do realize that these aren’t real people, right? I mean, you don’t honestly think you’re going to guilt me over how “mean” I’m being to an imaginary person, do you? Does it actually offend your sensibilities to call an imaginary no-nosed comic-relief midget a genetic failure? Because half of his reason for being is to be the goofy freak the audience gets a cheap chuckle out of in-between scenes of the characters that actually matter smashing fists into one another (the other half of his purpose is to give exposition and then die for dramatic effect). Anyway, your big defense of Krillin here is that his official height is listed as an unchanged 5-feet, so therefore he’s not a midget nor is he shrinking. Do I even have to explain why this is bullshit? What does it matter what the internet tells you his height is when you can clearly see with your own two eyes that he’s more than 9″ shorter than Goku and getting shorter as time goes on? If they listed his official height as 5′5″ would you believe that, too? What if they said he was 5′10″? Even still? The Japanese are notorious for not understanding how to appropriately list their characters heights and weights. Did you know adult Goku canonically weighed 135lbs at one point?  

Yeah... okay

He’s since been bumped up to 187, but even that’s still well below what he should be listed as given his frame and musculature. And Vegeta used to be 123lbs at 5′4″, but has since changed to 5′6″ 152lbs (which is also light considering his musculature, but w/e). The point is, the “official numbers” are subject to change based on what’s seen in the show. They clearly aren’t basing the sizes of the characters on their imagined numbers first, it’s the other way around.  

If Goku is 70 inches tall, then Krillin is clearly at best 3′5″

At what point do you wake up and realize the buck stops with what’s actually in front of you?  The only thing you did right in this whole response was not challenge the point of Krillin tossing a rock as sleeping Goku, because that shit was indefensible. Krillin sucks, and his fans suck harder. 

The end.   

[ghosterne]

Confronting My Disease

I am not a big fan of the holiday season. Every year, I mentally check out after October 31st. I hate Thanksgiving and Christmas with a fiery passion, the flame hot enough to keep me warm during the Midwest winters. Though I could waste hundreds of words (and your time) by listing all the reasons why I hate the “most wonderful time of the year,” I’ll spare you by only acknowledging the main contender.

My eating disorder has ruined the holidays for me.

Trigger warning for the following: a candid discussion about my disordered eating. I am not going into details. Take care of yourself if the subject matter is too difficult to read.

With Thanksgiving coming up, I have been extremely anxious. Now more than ever, I want to deep-dive into my food anxiety. I always knew that I wanted to write about this on my blog. It is way faster than writing in my journal, and I don’t have to worry about friends and family reading this—they don’t care about my thoughts or this stupid little blog. I don’t blame them! Who still keeps a casual blog like this in 2020? The answer is me, a girl living out her early 2000s Massie Block fantasy. Somehow, knowing their eyes will not be on the following is calming. I feel like I can say what I want without fear of being judged. 

First and foremost, the holiday season is way too food-centered. As a culture, we love spending time with our families by eating a hearty meal—I get it. That doesn’t make it easier. Every Thanksgiving/Christmas, someone in my family would come home after not seeing me for a year. I was hardly in the fifth grade when they began giving me diet advice. They once called me, verbatim, a “four-eyed frizzy haired freak.” Another family member I lived with was constantly talking about their weight. This particular person had no shame in calling me fat on multiple occasions—they even blamed me for them saying it in the first place. After years of people commenting on my weight, what/how I ate, and how I looked, my bruised and battered mind began to associate food with negativity.

After my dad was hospitalized with heart failure in 2009, I didn’t know how to cope. Crying or being sad was apparently not allowed, though it is an emotion children need to feel. I couldn’t be angry or I’d be punished. I couldn’t gorge myself with my favorite foods because food = bad. The only option was to discontinue my relationship with eating altogether. 

As previously mentioned, I am not going into detail about the ins and outs of what I’ve been dealing with for over a decade. I don’t want this post falling into the wrong hands. To boil it down, I have been enduring various cycles of binging, purging, and restricting. 

I, and I can’t say this enough, wouldn’t wish this on my worst enemy. Nothing has killed me more than my eating disorder. I have chest pains. My hair is snapping off and falling out. I am constantly fearing that my teeth will fall out next. Any time I attempt recovery, I have intense nightmares surrounding food (yes, food). Sometimes, I can’t get out of bed to simply go to the bathroom because I don’t want to catch my reflection in a mirror or a shiny surface. I feel like a ghost hovering outside of my meat suit. Apparently, fat people “can’t have an eating disorder,” so I could never be taken seriously. I used to never get sick, but I get insanely bedridden when I hurt my body too much—the last time for over a month. Worst of all, I have ruined relationships with everyone around me. I have pushed so many friends away. I can’t maintain a romantic relationship because I have crippling relationship anxiety. I am a terrible daughter and sister because nobody wants to be around a person with a terrible attitude... yet knowing all this, I still relapse. 

I guess the point of writing this is to be candid with myself before next week. I want to do this shadow work so I can actually enjoy my time with my loved ones for once. Although I am “better” in terms of where I was, there is still so much I have to do/confront. I want to be my best, and the first step is by acknowledging I have a problem. When things get difficult, like they do when food-heavy holidays are on the horizon, I don’t want to have to consider relapsing as a way to cope.

To anyone who knows about my struggles, especially those who have fought back against me pushing away over the years, thank you. Thank you for reminding me of how much I am loved, cared for, and worthy when I am at my lowest.

To anyone struggling to deal with unwarranted comments about your meals or weight this holiday season, I feel you. We have made it this far. We’ve got this.

[yujachachacha]

Glad you're feeling better! Though I have to say now I'm super nervous about Rikako. Is it something bad? or just sad?

Ahaha, this is what happens when I have a sudden meltdown over seiyuu feels…

To Anon #1: Thanks! About the Rikyako thing, I guess I kinda overreacted because it took me by surprise (though again, in hindsight I shouldn’t have been all that shocked). As to the nature of it…uh, both? Well, it’s bad to me because it’s something sad, but it’s not necessarily a bad thing itself.

To Anon #2: Hello there! You’re right, I was planning to mention it in a future post. Since your ask was worded so politely though, I’ll actually just go over this part of the video now! And holy crap, you’re like the second person or something who’s told me that about my posts. Thank you! I’ll keep trying my best. :’)

Context for those who missed my spaghetti last night - I was watching a video about Rikyako’s past in the entertainment industry that was kindly submitted to me by @rikakomod. The video was made by a Korean fan who wanted to inform others about how Rikyako debuted long before her role in “Love Live! Sunshine!!”. I then stumbled across a fact that led to me figuring out a possibly sad detail about Rikyako, and I promptly went “NOPE goodbye not gonna deal with these feels, why am I like this???”

Back on track. The video goes over how Rikyako used to do modeling as a child, and was even in an idol group when she was in middle school. I already knew about that. What I didn’t know was that for a brief period in 2007, Rikyako and her mother performed as a comedic duo. Here’s a picture from the video, which appears to show a 14~15-year-old Rikyako with her mother(!!!):

As cute as this image this, that’s not why I freaked out.

It’s the name of their comedic act that held the surprise - a rather sad implication about Rikyako’s personal life. From what I deduced from that fact plus other details I knew about Rikyako, I would hazard to say that the above picture is the entire Aida household.

In other words: I suspect that Rikyako was raised by a single mother.

Explanation under the cut.

So in the video, the OP said that their act was called “모자가정” - which to my eyes, means “Hat Household”. Huh? What the heck kind of name is that?

Then I smacked my forehead and said, “Duh, I should be looking at what 모자 means in hanja (Korean pronunciation of Chinese characters), not Korean, since the OP must’ve translated it straight from Japanese.”

A bit of Googling led me to the conclusion that it stood for 母子, which means “mother-child”. I thought, “Oh okay, they’re a mother-and-daughter duo, so I guess that makes sense. ‘Mother-child household’ is kind of a weird name, but whatever worked for them.”

But then I got curious and decided to look up what the full unit name would be in Japanese. I ended up with 母子家庭 (boshi katei), plugged it into a Japanese dictionary, and came up with this:

…excuse me, what?!

Cue Yujacha going through the 5 Stages of Grief:

Denial: “Haha, I must have just translated this wrong…there’s no way that’s right…even though I’ve checked about three different sources…”

Anger: “Actually, why the heck would you name your comedy duo something like this?! It’s not funny! Being a single mom is not a joke!”

Bargaining: “Maybe it’s just them casually claiming that they’re the real breadwinners of the family? Though, Rikyako did also say in her KaneTomo interview that her mom got married at 19 and gave birth to Rikyako at 20. Oh, but she never said anything about not having a dad! …though she didn’t say anything about having a dad either. And being a young single mom is stressful, which would also explain those vicious fights Rikyako mentioned in the interview as well. Oh my god.”

Depression: “Just recently on UraRaji, Anchan was talking about how her dad was so proud of her that he bought her a new game console. And to think, Anchan was planning on quitting seiyuu work if she didn’t pass the LL audition. I wonder if Rikyako’s dad would’ve been proud of her too, after all those failed idol groups she went through…”

Acceptance: “Well, it wouldn’t be the first time people used tragedy for comedic purposes. Plus, everything I knew about Rikyako before this doesn’t seem to contradict this theory.“

I don’t have anything that explicitly confirms that Rikyako doesn’t have a father. But at the very least, the evidence does seem to indicate that she grew up in a single parent household.

I guess…it just made me feel for her. The entertainment industry is pretty rough in general, but Love Live has a particular knack for picking up cast members who’ve gone through a lot of hardship.

Kussun worked at a maid café. Suwawa, at one point, was a part-timer at a fast food restaurant.

Furirin debuted as a seiyuu in 2014, long before the Sunshine project was announced, but never found any work. Ainya also moved to Tokyo in 2014, and couldn’t find any major jobs for a year either.

Emitsun used to sit in a Starbucks and worry about not finding work as well.

King was able to advance from being an utaite (amateur singer on Niconico; the JP equivalent of YouTube singers) to a professional signed with Victor Entertainment - but her major single had poor sales and she never made it big.

And who could forget Pile? She’s a beautifully talented artist, but she failed to debut not just once, but twice. Without Maki, she would’ve given up her dream to be a singer. Now, instead of being stuck in a white-collar job, Pile has fans around the world who flock to her concerts.

Which leads us to Rikyako. If it’s true that she really did grow up without a dad, that could explain why she’s dabbled in acting, idol activities, and modeling since 2003. Perhaps Rikyako had to help out with bringing money into the household from a young age. Though, it couldn’t have been easy, as she went through multiple talent agencies before ending up at Ken Production.

That’s part of what makes me admire the Love Live seiyuu so much - despite their failures, they pushed on and eventually found something that brought so much joy to their lives, and to millions of fans as well. It’s all thanks to the hard work these girls put in that they’ve come this far and finally found success. But I do also think back to how the tagline for “Love Live! Sunshine!!” when it debuted was “Save us, Love Live!”. For people like Pile, Emitsun, Rikyako, and many, many, others, that’s exactly what this awe-inspiring franchise has done.

[thorne93]

Who Will Win? (Part 3)

Prompt: Jefferson (Once Upon A Time) sees you on the sidewalk one day, his “dead” wife.

Word Count: 1551

Warning: Threats, language, angst, sadness, sick parent

Notes: This will span from season 1 through 5, if you don’t want spoilers, maybe don’t read this, haha. Also, the reader’s Storybrooke name is Alice. Beta’d by the amazeballs @like-a-bag-of-potatoes and badgered @amarvelouswritings Thank you both! Could never get this done without you!

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Sebastian Stan Tags: @obsessedwithmisha @lostinspace33 @alwayshave-faith @elleatrixlestrange @buenostardissherlock

Who Will Win Tags: @mrs-lancelot @elivanah @ultrarebelheart @learisa

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The next morning, Jefferson was in your driveway, early. You were so giddy to see him and it didn’t make sense. Well, sure it did, he was a great guy so far, who was handsome and available. No wonder you were excited to see him.

You ran out to the car and practically flung yourself inside.

“Good morning,” he greeted with a gentle laugh. “You seem happy this morning.”

“I am,” you said, beaming.

“Here, I got you a breakfast sandwich and coffee. I hope you like both. I wasn’t sure…”

But he did know both. He knew your favorite food, the way you like your coffee, the way you liked your tea, the way you ate cookies...

“As long as the coffee is so sweet it’ll give me a cavity,” you noted with a grin.

“It should be.”

You sipped it and it was perfect.

“Wow. It is. Thank you. Thank you so much for the food.”

“Well I figured it would cheer you up a little bit, not having a car and all that,” he noted, a light dancing in his eyes that seemed to mesmerize you.

“It did, thank you, but it wasn’t just the food,” you informed.

Jefferson stared at you, shocked a bit. You held each other’s gaze for a moment, slightly leaning into each other before you closed your eyes.

“We should get going. I can’t be late or my boss will have a fit.”

“Right,” Jefferson noted, furrowing his dark brows. He started the car and drove you to work as you chattered a bit about what you’ll face in the day.

He arrived at the storefront and you didn’t want to get out of the car.

“Ugh. I guess I need to go,” you noted.

“Yeah, you probably should,” he quietly said.

“Thank you for the ride. I get off at 7:00…”

“I’ll be here, waiting.”

“Thank you,” you breathed before leaning over to kiss his cheek quickly then hopped out and went in for your day.

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At noon, there was a rush. Women liked to come over on their lunch breaks to browse for fun or make quick changes to orders. Jefferson had decided to make your life as easy as he could.

He came in, being the only man in the shop, a few ladies stopped to stare as he approached the counter where you stood.

“Jefferson? What are you doing here?” you asked.

“I just brought you lunch. You don’t have a car, I figured you’d be hungry,” he said holding the bag and cup up.

“Oh, that was so thoughtful of you,” you said sweetly.

“Club sandwich, chips, and tea. Hope that’s okay,” he offered sort of shyly.

“That’s perfect, I just hope I get time to eat it,” you said with a laugh, your eyes pointing to the madhouse.

“Right. Well I’ll let you get back to it.”

“Thanks.”

He turned and left and you got a call from the mechanic.

“Hey, Alice.”

“Hi. Is it ready?” you wondered.

“No, I’m afraid it’s not just the battery,” the mechanic informed.

“Oh no, what is it?” you asked, a sinking feeling hitting your stomach.

“I’m afraid it’s the battery, alternator, and the fuel pump.”

“What? How do all three of those things go out at the same time?” you wondered.

“Beats me. Usually this doesn’t happen but it’ll take about a week for me to fix all of this. And it won’t be cheap…”

“That’s fine...I mean...I need my car...Not much I can do,” you said sighing.

“Alright. I’ll get on it.”

“Thank you.”

As soon as you hung up, you got another call.

“This is Alice.”

“Alice, this is Dr. Whale,” he began.

“Yes?” you said, fearing the worst.

“I’m afraid...your father is having issues with fluid sitting on his heart, we can’t seem to get it off.”

“And he’s still on his diuretics?” you questioned.

“Well..No, we took him off of those because--”

“Because why?” you demanded firmly. “He is a heart patient, doctor. He should never, for any reason, be off his loop diuretics. I suggest you put him back on those, and I guarantee the problem will go away,” you said. Dr. Whale was a good doctor but he had a habit of messing with your father’s prescriptions, when you knew what was best for him.

“Okay, I can do that...But...we have another issue. His feet. The circulation isn’t getting to his toes...Gangrene is starting to set in.”

“But...okay,” you said, starting to panic then calming yourself. “So what does that mean?”

“It means...he may lose his leg.”

“What?!” you shrieked into the phone, a few customers turning to stare at you. You turned around to talk quieter. “So, what can we do?”

“Nothing. His circulation is poor and that’s nothing we can fix or make better. I’m sorry.”

“So what do we do?”

“Well...we wait. We can ask him if he wants to keep his leg. There is a very slim chance that if his circulation gets better it will clear up, but that’s very slim. Pretty soon, the sores on his legs will get worse and worse because the medication in his blood that we’re providing won’t even reach down there…”

“So...We just have to hope he gets better,” you surmised in a dejected tone.

“Essentially, yes. I’m so sorry. If you have time in the next few days, perhaps you could talk with him about amputation…”

“I uh...I’ll see what I can do.”

You hung up and numbly went through the rest of the day. You’d seen your dad come back from some amazing things before. He’d gone into comas and come back better than ever. He’s had kidney failure multiple times and then they start to work again. But this...this was something that would be nearly impossible to do. But this was your dad, you had to hold out hope. You had to be his rock.

Jefferson picked you up and noticed your nature had changed from happy to stressed to downright depressed.

“Hey, you okay?” he asked.

“No...Uh...My dad, he’s sick...And...well...They said his legs aren’t getting circulation so they’re talking about amputation…”

“Oh no, oh my god. I’m so sorry, Alice. What are you going to do?”

You shrugged. “I have no freaking idea. I guess...I’ll talk to him about it. I’d like to go see him but I don’t want to make you chauffer me around town…”

“Nonsense. You want to see your dad, that’s exactly what we’ll do.”

“Are you sure?” you asked, wondering if he was being sincere.

“Absolutely.”

You told him he was at the hospital and he drove there. You practically ran inside, wanting to see your dad.

“Hey, Dad,” you greeted gently as you came in.

“Hey, sweetie.”

“How do you feel?”

“I’m in a lot of pain,” he admitted, and it made your stomach drop. Your dad was always like Iron Man. In fact, it was a running joke in your family. For him to admit he was in pain, it must be a lot. He seemed to be wincing.

“Do you need more pain medication?” you asked.

“Yeah, something better than the weak ass aspirins they’re giving me.”

“Alright.”

Jefferson stood in the doorway, watching you, wishing he could help. He knew how much your father meant to you. You were the spitting image of him, which usually would sound odd, a girl looking like her father, but you were all him. Jefferson had always admired and gotten along with your father, and in the Enchanted Forest he was sick too. It hurt him to see your father in such bad shape now, and to watch you go through this alone.

You came back in the room.

“Okay, they’re coming with more pain meds.”

“Thank you,” he said.

“Oh, Dad, I want you to meet my new friend, Jefferson.”

Jefferson approached immediately and shook his hand, even though it was hard since your father had a shaky grip nowadays.

“Great to meet you, sir,” Jefferson said with a smile.

“Likewise.”

At that moment, a nurse came in and gave him more pain meds.

You started to talk about your car issues, and told him what the mechanic said, and your dad scoffed, making Jefferson smirk. Back in the Enchanted Forest, there was nothing your father couldn’t do. He was a successful tinker of all things, and when he built things, they were built to last through the most wicked of storms and strongest of men.

“Oh hell, I’ve never heard of that before.”

“I know...but...they said it’s happening.”

“I wish I could still walk or I’d fix the damn thing myself for you,” he mentioned.

“I know, Dad. But Jefferson here offered to be my driver until it’s fixed,” you said, looking up and grinning at Jefferson.

“Well thank you for taking care of my daughter,” he noted to Jefferson.

“Please, it’s my pleasure.”

You three stayed and talked a bit more. Jefferson forgot how much he loved being around your family. He just wished you could remember that you two had a family together, a child. But for now, he was going to take what he could get.

[kiintsugi]

Batwoman should have used the Bad Blood story line: Fight me

Arrowverse has always been a strange entity for me. On the one hand, it gives screen time and recognition to (at times) underrepresented comics and comic characters under the DC banner, especially to groups of people who might otherwise never pick up an interest in comics. On the other hand, Arrowverse really loves two things: queerbaiting and ignoring comic-canon. 

So with 5 intertwined shows currently airing on the CW, it was no surprise to me to know that their most recent lore expansion comes in the shape of Gotham’s Batwoman.

There is a lot that The Batwoman show is restricted by; not only in the sense that DC has declared Bruce Wayne/Batman as “off-limits” to the CW, but because of how the entirety of the CW universe has unfolded over the past – what – eight or so years? 

Now, this isn’t a ‘Felicity Smoak doesn’t exist’ type of rant. It’s a show, on a low budget network whose target audience is women ages 18 to 34. I get that there will be changes, new characters, and storylines will be manipulated however the team feels best to tell the story they’re trying to tell. This is me yelling about the changes they made that they really didn’t need to make at all in order to tell an origin story they don’t need to tell because they already had the perfect storyline for the “no batman allowed” problem.

But before I get into that. We need to talk about the core differences established between the two universes as I believe that without understanding Comic Kate, this argument i’ve decided to make has little ground to stand on.

(source:https://www.dcuniverse.com/encyclopedia/batwoman/)

In the Silver Age, Batwoman (known as Kathy Kane) was introduced as a sort of hybrid between Batman and the first Robin. She was wealthy, she was acrobatic, and most importantly, she proved that Bruce Wayne was not gay.

She has since made appearances in four essential storylines and timeline reboots as Kate Kane starting in 2006.

Her introduction as Kate Kane came at a time in which DC was rebooting series with the intention to diversify their character roster, and it is here we see the “I’m just here to make homophobes feel better" crime fighter come into her own,  badass, identity

The basis of her background goes like this: Kate and her twin sister are born into a military family of which her father is the brother of Martha Wayne, Bruce’s mother. One year, on her birthday, Kate, her sister, and her mother are taken captive by enemy agents and despite her father’s best efforts, only Kate was saved.

Later, in an attempt to please her father, Kate enrolls at West Point where she fell in love with her roommate, Sophie. When caught, Kate protects Sophie and avoids outing her, earning herself a dishonorable discharge. Despite this, her father is nothing but supportive and Kate’s life (now boosted thanks to her father’s marriage to Catherine Hamilton) becomes that of a hard-partying socialite. She is eventually apprehended by Renee Montoya, a GCPD officer. They begin a relationship, but it eventually ends with Renee dumping Kate after she learns that Kate, still with no direction or life goals, has dropped out of school.

It isn’t until she is rescued by Batman from a mugger that she finds her purpose. She operated for a year at this point by using stolen military equipment before her father discovered what she had been doing. It takes some convincing but her father, still, the most supportive and loving father any superhero has ever had, arranges for her to train with some of his contacts to hone her skills. When she returns, he presents her not only with the Batwoman suit, but with a headquarters of her own, where he offers tactical support to his daughter in the field.

For Arrowverse, this has changed quite a bit.

Kate lost her sister and mother in a car crash gone wrong in which Batman failed to rescue them. This failure to rescue his only living family is noted by Luke Fox later in the episode as something that haunts Bruce to this day. 

We haven’t seen a whole lot into Kate’s time at West Point, but we know the CW plans to expand on this. So far, the main thing worth noting is when the academy finds out about their relationship, Kate defies the orders of her superior officers and quits the academy while Sophie agrees to the terms and the two break up.

It is also hinted several times that Kate’s father isn’t nearly as supportive of Kate as he is in the comic. It is pretty clear that they want her best family relationship at this point to be to with Bruce, not her dad, but that’s beside the point. The strain on her relationship with her father is marked by him sending her away to train with survival specialists with a promise (later revealed to be a lie) to enlist her in his private security, CROWS, upon her return.

Her foray into crime-fighting comes only when Sophie is reported to have been taken hostage and Kate, determined to help, stumbles into the Batcave and arms herself with her cousin’s gear that he has for some reason left behind.

Obviously, these storylines are very different from one another. 

Where Kate in the comics had to earn her place in the Batfamily, Kate in Arrowverse finds herself operating as the only member of the family in a Gotham on the brink of collapse without Batman. This is supposed to be because The CW can’t use Batman and their desire to tell something along the lines of an Origin story for Batwoman. 

But, the thing is, we had Batman: Bad Blood (based off the Leviathan arc)  where, you guessed it, Batman isn’t around and the remaining members of the Batman Family are left to pick up the pieces.

It doesn’t make sense to me that they would have introduced Kate already operating as a vigilante last season only to backtrack track to a newbie a year later where they then proceed to tear apart her origins for the sake of their own story. One that, quite frankly, doesn’t hold up as well by comparison.

Bad Blood is different from the comics too, but it has a solid backbone that could have made a perfect skeleton for the Arrowverse storyline

Kate is already established as a crime fighter. Bruce knows who she is, is keeping tabs on her and doesn't want her getting involved in anything that can get her hurt. Kate doesn't care and does whatever she wants. They don't get along. But Bruce still saves Batwoman and is hit with an explosion that seemingly takes his life. There is so much story potential for a TV series here that could span one really good season and be sprinkled in throughout several more revolving around her blaming herself for his disappearance/death.

There is more pressure on Kate from the beginning to succeed. At first, Batwoman will be placed up a pedestal for filling the gap created by Batman's disappearance. Tieing in her guilt for her hand in this takes that away, giving her the underdog effect often found in origin stories and encourages us to root for her.

It’s a better explanation for why Bruce isn’t around. There’s no logical reason as to why Bruce would up and disappear or why Batman would apparently abandon Gotham. At least one that doesn't involve people believing he’s dead.

We don’t have any of this ‘unsupportive’ father garbage. We get a good supportive father/daughter relationship. We could have happy family holidays of Kate and her dad celebrating Jewish traditions together, we have great representation of a military man fully embracing his daughter despite being dishonorably discharged because of DADT, also lots of potential scenes of him being worried/helping her out in the field instead of doing his own thing with the CROWS.

Also why CROWS and not MCU? MCU means Maggie and anyone who read the comics back in 2013 and remembers the bullshit DiDio pulled would appreciate Kate being that much closer to meeting Maggie Sawyer (who was very well received by the arrowverse fandom) and idk...maybe not doing Kate dirty this time around.

And i mean, if not, Renee is badass and we like her too, and she’s actually in the Bad Blood storyline.

The entire concept of making Kate the ‘female Bruce Wayne’ is dumb. Especially since she’s spent her entire vigilante career forging her own path and doing her own thing bc batman is a narcissist and a control freak and she has no intention of mindlessly following his orders.

Bad Blood introduces Luke Fox as Batwing so there’s a whole storyline to follow there since he’s in the pilot episode and we know they have the ability to use him.

It allows for Talia to cross over from Arrow to Batwoman and introduce Damien if they feel like it.

It doesn’t interfere with Arrowverse Canon. They can very easily tell a story about how Batwoman goes from a relatively new vigilante under Batman’s shadow to a fully realized crime fighter without contradicting any of the arrowverse continuity. 

I get that they’re limited and that’s totally fine. You can’t expect things to be perfect. But CW is really missing an opportunity for good storytelling all for the sake of “she’s the female Bruce Wayne” concept and its extremely disrespectful to the character to equate her to nothing more than being a female version of another character when she has already established herself as her own person and her own hero.

Thank you for coming to my ted talk.

[sdance-blog1]

Meet the Arnold’s | self-para

edit: added extra few paragraphs

The thing about having names called was that it meant absolutely nothing to someone who was profoundly deaf and too far from the front of the group to work out who was saying what. That was why Sapphire had to make a choice between fighting her way to the front of the group and risking pissing people off, or sitting at the back and just waiting. Each had happened before, enough that she was fairly sure her parents wouldn’t freak out.

That was her thinking when she shrugged, pushing her way to the back of the crowd and sitting on the ground to stretch while she had some time. She might as well, after all. There was no good reason not to.

Eventually, the crowd thinned, and Sapphire looked up. It took a bit of searching, but eventually the familiar sight of her mother and father arguing with some guard caught her attention. She positively beamed, bouncing to her feet and, not for the first time, running to her parents side. She tucked herself in right beside her father before they had time to process that she was there, lifting her hand to immediately start signing, her face shifting through the right expressions to emphasize her points even as the guard fled the scene. “This place is fantastic! My first roommate wasn’t exactly fun, but I think the new one likes me okay. He’s good with Trixie. Though he asked me to leave for the week so he can be alone with his family – but also he wants me to spend some time with his sister. You don’t mind, do you? Her name is Lucie, I think she might be lovely, I really want to meet her.” She didn’t add in I’m hoping she likes me better than her brother does, because there were some things her parents simply didn’t need to be told.

Jehovah and Leannah exchanged a look Sapphire couldn’t quite interpret, along with a fond smile before turning back to their daughter. Jehovah went first; “Hello, Sapphire. Where are you staying this week, if not at your house?”

“With Zane, of course. He is a friend. His parents are here, too, somewhere, I don’t know where. Obviously. It is a little difficult to keep track of announcements here, after all. Is that what you were arguing with the guard about? The announcements?” It wouldn’t be the first time Jehovah had confronted someone about their failure to make the accommodations required by Sapphire’s deafness.

Leannah waved slightly, catching Sapphire’s attention. “We were worried they weren’t doing anything to make things easier on you. I know reading lips is a challenge for you, and it gives you headaches if you have to do it for too long. Do they know that?”

Sapphire blinked, shaking her head before she could come up with a lie. It was instinct, an immediate response from her, much to her frustration. She scowled as she lifted her hands, forcing herself to look reassuring. It wasn’t something she’d had to do since she moved to Lake Grimstone, no one except for that one doctor needing to be lied to. “I am fine, mom, I promise. I know how to deal with the headaches, it is not difficult. I can look after myself.”

Leannah swallowed as Sapphire looked on, but nodded nonetheless. Jehovah, however, wasn’t quick enough to hide his worry, still chewing on his lip when Sapphire looked back at him. Her eyebrows shot up, and he didn’t bother to hide it, his brow furrowed in concern. “If you need us to talk to someone about what they need to do to make things easy for you, we will do it.”

The teenager stomped her foot. “You are not listening to me,” she said aloud, though she didn’t need to, seeing each of their eyes widen in surprise. Sapphire had always been fussy, after all, but the last time they had seen her, she hadn’t been inclined to be verbally vocal about it. She switched back to sign to get across her annoyance with them, something cathartic in being able to sign as quickly as she was able and still be understood. “I can look after myself! I know you are my parents and it is your job to worry, but I am old enough to look after myself. I have a roommate who does not hate me and even wants me to meet his sister, who promised to look after Trixie while I have to stay away. I have friends who, okay, do not understand ASL and sometimes it gives me headaches trying to talk to them – but so what? At least they want to talk to me! That is more than I expected from hearing people here, and I did not have to fight for it the same way I did with Miss Donna.”

“Donna?”

“My first instructor, dad, I know you know who I mean. You’re the one who interpreted in my early classes.”

“Her name was Amy, Sapphire. Miss Amy.”

Sapphire opened her mouth into a little circle, embarrassed by her slip. “I guess I forgot it, then. Serves her right. Miss Amy was really narrow-minded.”

Leannah waved her arm between the two, forcing both her husband and daughter to look at her. “Can we not argue about this? We love you, Sapphire. We’re here for you. Why don’t you show us what you’ve been learning? Has there been new dances? Did you learn Salsa, like you were going to this year?”

“No, they do not have dance lessons here, so far as I know. But I have been learning muay thai.”

“Muay thai?”

“Combat sport. It is meant to be sparring, but the way I do it, by myself, it is more about copying videos and learning the movements that way.”

“Combat sports?” Leannah echoed aloud, half-hoping she’d be corrected as she signed it. Sapphire only nodded, though, grinning and launching into an explanation of the sorts of things she’d been learning.

Her mother pressed her hands to her face, hiding her lips to hide her words from her daughter. She was long past feeling guilty for it, needing a reprieve from being constantly watched sometimes. “I knew this place would be bad for her,” she murmured, pale. Jehovah shot her a look, as if to say not now.

Sapphire watched all of this, even as she signed through a summary of her last training session. She couldn’t see a word that was said – but she thought she knew the look on her mom’s face. It was the same one Leannah had before her first dance lesson, before her first recital. It’d fade once she showed her that it was all okay.

She hoped.

“I leave you two alone for a few minutes and you –”

He paused mid-comment and mid-step, blinking at Jehovah. Sapphire wasn’t looking at him. “Mister A?”

Jehovah started to smile wider, something glinting in his eyes. He held a hand out to Sapphire, the universal sign for stop. “Sapphire, we have a surprise for you.”

She blinked, frowned at him in confusion and curiosity. “What surprise?”

“Turn around.”

Possibly even more confused, she did as asked without arguing. Her eyes widened immediately and she threw herself forward, a delighted squeak leaving her lips as she hugged him tighter than she’d hugged either of her parents. “Lance, I had no idea you were coming,” she said aloud.

Pulling away, she looked him over. He freed a hand to sign to her, grinning, his lips moving along as he mouthed the words the way he’d been taught when they were kids. “When your mom and dad said they were coming to see you, they couldn’t have paid me to get me to stay away.”

Sapphire pulled away properly then, moving so she could see everyone at once, a bright smile on her face. “I love you all,” she signed, mouthing the words. “Thank you so much.”

It was Lance who she watched reply, though she could see her parents from the corner of her eye. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

[owly-sims]

lifeasasim replied to your photoset“I’m stoked to be helping test out Saturenorn, a new world by...”

Omg sooooooo beautiful!

willky12 replied to your photoset“I’m stoked to be helping test out Saturenorn, a new world by...”

Great pics, great world!

It’s so beautiful. <3 And the pictures you’ve been sharing are wonderful! We should collect them and turn them into wall art or something.

twinsimskeletons replied to your photoset“I’m stoked to be helping test out Saturenorn, a new world by...”

now THIS looks like a great Quest world...

I’ve been thinking about your story while I test this world! I think it would be a perfect setting for The Quest. :)

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Very nice!

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thank you :)

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These are lovely. Thank you!

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YAAAAS THANK YOU, I'M GONNA USE THEM FOR SURE

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Woah how gorge! 😙❤❤❤

lifeasasim replied to your photoset“Look! AMB tattoos for your simmies, from me with love! These are...”

So pretty 😍💚

Thanks everyone! I hope people are able to get some use out of them. I have a ton of AMB tats in my project folder, so I’m going to try to release a set every few days or something provided I get off my butt and get preview pics.

ashuriphoenix replied to your post“YAS AMB TATTOOS!!! I freaking HATE accessory tattoos, it's so annoying...”

I agree so much with anon; they also fuck up my animal sims, accessory tats. Ambitions tats I can throw on and be done with. xD

There are a lot of really beautiful accessory tats out there, but they really rely on the sim having NO body hair. Plus I like pretty simple tattoos, so accessory tattoos—even for special placements tats—aren’t really necessary. And I like being able to mess with opacity.So yeah, advantage AMB tats!

simblu replied to your post“My daughter turned two today! In other news time continues to move...”

Happy bday to daughter

lifeasasim replied to your post“My daughter turned two today! In other news time continues to move...”

Happy bday to the little one 😄💖🎂

Thanks all! She had a blast, and she really likes telling people she’s two.

gaiahypothesims replied to your post“My daughter turned two today! In other news time continues to move...”

Its only a smidge depressing to see these little guys with their whole exciting lives ahead of them... and then to see yourself just get older and less exciting. LOL

Yeah, she’s young and so full of wonder and I’m old and cynical. :[

sims3hasstoppedworking replied to your post“My daughter turned two today! In other news time continues to move...”

Happy bday to little miss! 👧👑🎉🎈 Also yaaas for Dom vs Nikolas fight haha

Thanks! I will totally make that fight happen (eventually). XD

twinsimskeletons replied to your photo“WHAT. What is this?? That’s right, Lark. Look guilty. You are pregnant...”

I hope this isn't foreshadowing :P

Foreshadowing of whaaaaat??? ;)

declarations-of-drama replied to your photo“Nikolas and Dominic meet. Nikolas doesn’t seen anything scandalous...”

If loooks could. .. throw daggers. . .or something?

If looks could throw daggers that would have been a much more interesting scene.

willky12 replied to your photoset“Bookworm.”

Editing looks great!

simblu replied to your photoset“Bookworm.”

I think it look good!

sims3hasstoppedworking replied to your photoset“Bookworm.”

Editing looks good! 👌

declarations-of-drama replied to your photoset“Bookworm.”

I think it looks great!

Thanks all! I want you to hold me accountable—if my editing ever looks bad, let me know! :D

sims3hasstoppedworking replied to your photoset“Bookworm.”

I would be worried about that bottle of red wine on a white sofa tho 😀😀

Seriously! I guess Dom likes to live dangerously.

samikattsims replied to your photoset“If he keeps playing with his wand this often, he’s gonna go blind.”

I had a " if you spank your monkey , you'll go blind" shirt. It was all in pictures too hehehe XD

That sounds pretty funny. XD I also made the mistake of googling this to try to find an image of the shirt….

simblu replied to your photoset“If he keeps playing with his wand this often, he’s gonna go blind.”

snicker..or he might get hairy palms..

sims3hasstoppedworking replied to your photoset“If he keeps playing with his wand this often, he’s gonna go blind.”

He's gonna grow hair on his palms 😂

I’m glad we’re all on the same wavelength, because that was my initial joke before I changed it last minute. XD

treason-and-plot replied to your photoset“If he keeps playing with his wand this often, he’s gonna go blind.”

Yeah put it back in your pants ffs 😁

Boys, amirite?

declarations-of-drama replied to your photo“Honey Bee cares not for baths. One day, she shall have her revenge.”

Puddle revenge on the next walk. DO IT HONEY BEE!!!

She already pees in the house so much that she acquired the piggy trait. XD

willky12 replied to your photo“Honey Bee cares not for baths. One day, she shall have her revenge.”

Looks like someone else needs a bath more!

Seriously. They both smelled awful but Lark autonomously bathed Honey first. XD

hyperkaos replied to your photoset“Cry ‘havoc!’ and let slip the…whatever this is.”

Experiment #29m735ht1

Again, I expect royalties if this shows up in your story!

willky12 replied to your photoset“Cry ‘havoc!’ and let slip the…whatever this is.”

Your pets are wanting to be more human ;D

That must be it! Or they want to give me a heart attack. XD

declarations-of-drama replied to your photo“Dom happens upon a horrifying beast, a Lovecraftian monster of...”

Come and join my llamas!!

Yesss I should add llamas to my legacy save. >:D

declarations-of-drama replied to your photoset“Cry ‘havoc!’ and let slip the…whatever this is.”

OMG This is too funny lol

I’m glad you find my terror amusing. ;_;

treason-and-plot replied to your photoset“Cry ‘havoc!’ and let slip the…whatever this is.”

I want to cry whenever that happens 😔

It’s so disconcerting. This particular scene happened at night when I was alone. ;_;

futurecarrie replied to your photoset“Lark sometimes feels compelled to paint. Her mother was a prolific...”

I don't get it either #biologysucksass

It’s kind of a difficult concept, BUT I hear people misusing the term ALL the time so I had to poke fun.

treason-and-plot replied to your photoset“Lark sometimes feels compelled to paint. Her mother was a prolific...”

D'uh

Seriously, it’s so obvious, right?

declarations-of-drama replied to your photoset“Lark sometimes feels compelled to paint. Her mother was a prolific...”

hahaha of course she doesn't

It’s okay, she has other good qualities. :)

lyrea replied to your photo“Nikolas can’t even eat his breakfast without fucking up.”

Awe, poor guy.

willky12 replied to your photo“Nikolas can’t even eat his breakfast without fucking up.”

It's the imperfections that make them perfect ;)

Aww, you two are so nice. XD I’m a real jerk to my sims, aren’t I?

treason-and-plot replied to your photo“Nikolas can’t even eat his breakfast without fucking up.”

I can relate

D’aaw I’m sure you’re not a failure like Nikolas though. (:

twinsimskeletons replied to your photo“Nikolas can’t even eat his breakfast without fucking up.”

don't be mean to my bb

Oh yeah? What ya goin’ to do to stop me?? >:)

declarations-of-drama replied to your photo“Nikolas can’t even eat his breakfast without fucking up.”

Hmm, you're making me see the Dom appeal tbh

Oh, good! Now you’re one of two people who see the Dom appeal. XD

acquiresimoleons replied to your photoset“Pregnancy can be hard on both the mother and father-to-be. So Nikolas...”

That face D: are we SURE she enjoyed it? Lmao

That’s her smile, I promise. XD Her lips look really weird with some animations.

willky12 replied to your photoset“Pregnancy can be hard on both the mother and father-to-be. So Nikolas...”

It's his eye's, that colour!

Yes, they’re so unnatural, right?? The color makes him look like a wolf. :o

treason-and-plot replied to your photoset“Pregnancy can be hard on both the mother and father-to-be. So Nikolas...”

Um noooo it is NOT hard on the father to be and if it is then they FULLY deserve it lulz

Haha—Idk, I was really awful to my husband when I was pregnant. XD But he did get me in that situation!

declarations-of-drama replied to your photoset“Pregnancy can be hard on both the mother and father-to-be. So Nikolas...”

Haha that lip of hers :D

Her full lips are really nice until they do something like that. XD

simblu replied to your photoset“Lark seems absolutely SHOCKED that Nikolas would dare to kiss her.”

How silly!

I know! She’s playing coy like their relationship isn’t super old.

twinsimskeletons replied to your photoset“Lark seems absolutely SHOCKED that Nikolas would dare to kiss her.”

her shocked face is very cute though so does he really mind?

Probably not! :D He loves that interaction (I think it’s “heat of the moment kiss”)

declarations-of-drama replied to your photo“Lark forgets all about Dominic.”

Good! Sort of.

Why “sort of”?? Though I’m a huge Dom fan sooooo….

[swearronchanel]

6.03 aka I’m still crying 2 hrs later

I have no intro, I did this in one watch but had to obviously edit my typing but well yea this episode crushed me. I’m still shook tbh ahh. Read away if you wish

oh shit I’m not ready

SISTER MJ💔💔😭

FREE SISTER MC

ugh omg I can’t, my hearts about to explode about my chest

The Somali mum is so pretty, Nadifa right?

Oh shit she tryna hide the mail

she’s staying we know that

Ahh the cute turner scene ☺️

SHELAGH MY BBY 😭😍 she looks so good & her little behive omg

“Angela and I don’t have a tendency towards hoarding” SAS MASTER FLEX OVER HERE LOVE IT

“I’m no Marie Antoinette, I will not eat cake..” BRB ALREADY CRYING UGH 😰😰

Look at Valarie actually working & being a nurse

oh shit she’s 9months whoops, she ain’t going no where

JFK on the radio!!

Trixie’s tense, I feel

“If we’re all heading for oblivion, we need to be prepared” Fred lol he’s prepared for it all

No more shock treatment yes 😭💔

damn it my chest hurts and I’m emotional

Shelagh’s bump in her uniform 😭💕

PHYLLIS’s FACE WHEN SHE PICKS UP THE DOLL LMAO I LOVE HER

“Very useful fashion features” so precious, are magazines her maternity wardrobe inspo? 😭

LMAO PHYLLIS “I’ve never needed an editorial to instruct me on how to put myself together and I’ve never had any complaints” SHE’s A GEM

LOL @ SHELAGH’s REACTION

Valarie shook

the reality of fgm ..

Sister MC 😰

DOCKERILL AND SISTER MJ OMG I LOVE IT

“How can I be confident your purpose is sincere?” RIGHT SISTER

“I’m very glad to hear it ” PHYLLIS AH, she’s here for it!! I might be too, i have to wait for next week

omg sister MC, she loves her habit 😰💕 why tf did they take it though??!

FREE SISTER MC 😭 YOU DO NOT FALL SHORT LOVE

“How brave for her” and you!😭

PHYLLIS AND TRIXIE >>

“I’m not sure I have the gumption” BBY 💕 you deserve the world!!!

“Failure isn’t fatal, but hesitation can be” Phyllis is so wise & a gift we don’t deserve

Fuck im crying again

WHO STOLE HER BIBLE !!?

ugh fuck Mr Kenley, we don’t like his bedside manner

Patrick doing research so quickly, I’m proud & Phyllis is woke, enlighten us all

VISIT SISTER MC & free her !!!

lol this little girl, stop touching shit

She’s cute though I guess

Ok Val saying the right thing

MY BBY SHELAGH looking adorable💕

TIM HAS A FRIEND! Lmao it seems like he has none because he’s always with his family. Maybe he’ll get a girlfriend next series haha

“It is you, lost to us no longer but here before us perfect and complete ” MY HEART IS FUCKING BROKEN OMG I AM A MESS

PROTECT ALL THE SISTERS 😭💕💕

YES SECURE HER DISCHARGE, ASAP

I’m crying??!!

PHYLLIS RUNNING THE CUBS

LMAO PHYLLIS YELLING AT FRED LOVE IT, SHE IS SO BADASS, A GEM

“My way of making amends” poor sister J it’s not your fault 💔

LMAO SISTER WINNIE FAKE DRIVING ALL WRONG IM DEAD

HER SCREAM HAHA

ugh looking at kenley makes me sick, go away

Sister MJ & SISTER J MAKING HER BED💕 AND THE BIBLE AND CANDY ON THE PILLOW OMGGG

Oh shit where’d nadifa go

SISTER MC IS COMING HOME 😭😭

oh shit that lady had her bible, let her keep it

aw she did

Oh no nadifa’s going into labor??  ah omg

SISTER MC IS HOME😰💖

“Simply by being here” I’m crying again

LOOK AT HER PRECIOUS SELF WHY WOULD THEY HURT HER

Cuban Missile crisis on the tv

Trixie giving sister MC special soap💔

“I’d rather you give her my love” omg 😭😭

Fred painting the windows 😂

“President Kennedy.. he could charm the birds out of the trees” hell yea he was charming, rip. I wonder if next series they’ll mention his assassination? & side note Natalie Portman better win that Oscar for Jackie tonight

Nadifa’s sister is named Deka, got it. She reminds me of one of my cousins

Val and Babs new bffs?

Oh shit she’s in labor for real

“No knife” omg

I’d be freaking TF OUT

AH SHIT SHE’s GONNA DELIVER THIS BABY

AHHH OMG IM SCREAMING

THE BABY IS OKAY, SHE’S OKAY OMG MY HEAD, MY CHEST, EVERYTHING HURTS

damn that was intense

Gold fucking star for Valarie though

“I longed for this baby Patrick, longed for it, prayed for it and now I’m wondering why my prayers were answered because I don’t know what sort of a world we’re bringing it into ” SHELAGH DONT CRY, Ima cry 😰💕

“We just have to hope and we’re good at that” UGH MORE TEARS, YES YOU GUYS ARE 😭💕💔

Delia making another 2 second appearance

“If God loves me and wants me to do this, why is he making it so hard” omg I’ve been tearing this whole episode

DAMN YOU CTM for hurting my hEART and making it better at the same time!

Who are all these extra nuns

Aw Nadifa, but her baby is precious  

Sister MJ & MC killing me 💔

“It is no bad thing to be lost in a fog or at sea..” 😭😭😰😰

“Nurse bubsy” um bitch we don’t need that attitude right now

“We’re all going to hell in a handcart” indeed

lol Trixie wasn’t having it though she gave babs the only side eye 😂😭

Shit sister MC reading the paper no

I can’t imagine living through this crisis?! But like my grandparents did

The world was shook. But we’re shook now?? the world is constantly falling apart 

Wait I love THIS SONG

DON’T FORGET WHO’S TAKING YOU HOME….SAVE THE LAST DANCE FOR MEEEEE💃🏼💃🏼💃🏼

tom x babs, Delia with the photo of Pats!, fred x violet aw cute montage 💕 💔

Trixie looking spectacular ugh goals

“You’d think the world would’ve learned by now..” YEA TRIXIE WE’RE STILL SAYING THAT IN 2017

“London is your oyster” lol that phrase is funny af idk why 😂

Cute Trixie and Christopher moment though 😭

Patrick and Sister MC! “I was once as lonely..” I’m a w r e c k 😭💔

Trixie in those black pyjamas I still want

SISTER MC AND TRIXIE 😭💔💕

“I generally find that if you can summon the courage to sit through the bleakest day, then in the end the weather will change” 😭I needed that Trixie

“Nothing worse than being wrongly dressed for an occasion” omg she’s gonna ditch the habit

Val you said before there was no normal

THE FLAT IS EMPTY JUST LIKE MY FUckING HEART & SOUL THANKS TO THIS DAMN PROGRAM(ME)

ANGELA’S BABY STUFF

“Maybe I never gave up hope”

They actually fucking kissed again rip to me

“Lots of memories” yes “they don’t belong to the house, they’re ours. They come with us” YEA AND WITH ME TOO AH

IM AN EMOTIONAL PIECE OF GARBAGE, excuse me while jump out the window and throw myself away with the rest of the trash😭😭😭💕💕

BET THEY BORROWED PHYLLIS’S ROOF RACK AGAIN

“A lady never tells” ok Trixie 😉😏👀

CRISIS AVERTED !!!

“We live to see another day” mood every day in america tbh

Phyllis running to the radio😂

“I feel like an absolute fool” “then we’re a fine pair” Pair of fools ugh I’m cryin I love u fools

NORTHFIELD

oh shit, is Sister Mary Cynthia really going to leave the order or just start over? 😭

I know you didn’t get the memo yet son but no liquor for trix😲

My Trixie 😭 look how far she’s come 😭💕and she’s going to tell him soon and I’ll be crying and gushing with pride

Chin chin

THEYRE CAMPING OUT AH, THEN CAMPING TRIP REFERENCE 

“We’re very lucky though, aren’t we” ugh MY HEART

SISTER MJ AND MC OMG 💔😭

my heart hurts. That’s all. Fuck I’m crying like real tears

Noo  Deka is going to be cut😰😰

yo Val calm tf down, it’s fucked up but you can’t be yelling like that

Nadifa standing up for herself 😭

I can’t deal 💔

“What would you like to be called while your with us?” “If you don’t mind, and if I’m allowed to choose, I’d just like to be called by my name.. which is Cynthia” 😭give Bryony an award😭

“There are so many secret wounds, so many types of hidden scar.” VANESSA YOU CANT LEAVE ME CRYING ON THAT NOTE

Nadifa didn’t circumcise her daughter !!!

“The soul, being stronger than we think, can surges all mutilations and the marks upon it make it perfect and complete” VANESSA IM C R Y I N AND IM D E A D

I hope You all prepare for my funeral, pls arrive well dressed, dios te bendiga 

Rest In Peace Gabby Rachel Nuñez, 1998-2017. Cause of death: too many feelings from call the midwife 💔💔

BONUS NEXT WEEK’S PREVIEW:

Susan Mullucks !! She’s so big

Boutta get prosthetic legs, my abuelo has one

“This isn’t funny Valarie” WHAT DUMB SHIT DID VAL SAY TO MY BBY SO I CAN SMACK HER

Trixie slaying though

I thought Mr Mullocks came around last series wtf?!

“Nurse Crane should stand down from duties until the situation is resolved” OMGGG NO

OMG NO SHE HIT THE ANTOINE KID WITH HER CAR NOOO

“If you caused harm to someone else would it not mask you question everything you life has come to stand for?” FUCK NEXT WEEK WILL BE JUST AS BAD FOR ME

PHYLLIS IS SOBBING, I AM SOBBING OMG IM NOT READY