#CRAZY BEO

[tohokuu]

solution : divorce. nta

˚‧ ✰  ˓ ˖ AITA FOR FUCKING MY SON’S GIRLFRIEND? aka me randomly thinking about how fanon!toji in some fics would be one of those guys to post in AITA on reddit for validation 😭

my son [21M] and i [43M] have always had tension. its probably because i left when he was a kid and he was raised by my enemy [34M] but since then we've been trying to patch up our relationship through phone conversations and occasional meetups. my son's got all of my looks and none of my game, but he managed to pull a girl way out of his league. i've met her once or twice and she's a sweet lil thing, too fuckin' hot for that little runt of mine. so 'cause my son and his girl are trying to get a house in the city, he asks if they can stay with me for a while. get their money up. i agreed. i got a pretty big place and i thought it'd be cool.

wrong. my son's girlfriend is a fuckin' minx. always walking around in short skirts and tempting me by bending over in front of me while i'm just trying to watch the fuckin' game. handing me my beers when i don’t ask for them and complimenting me on my muscles after i come home from the gym. i put distance for a while, but here's where i might be TA: so one night while my son's asleep, i gotta take a piss and i go to my bathroom but she's already in there doing a skincare routine or whatever tf girls do to keep their skin shiny and shit. i'm about to apologize and take a piss outside but she says that i can come in, we're family now, etc etc. so i'm taking a piss right and she's doing her skincare shit. she's just chatting like we're old friends, then she says she sees where megs got his good looks, that i'm hot for an old guy, etc etc. then as i'm about to put my dick away and get tf out of there, she grabs it. says she wants me. and c'mon, what am i supposed to do? not get my dick wet just because she's my son's girlfriend? funny. so we fuck. hand over her mouth and shit. telling her she deserves a real man, not that rugrat snoring in my guest bedroom rn. and then i send her back to bed. walking all funny and skincare routine not even complete. idk reddit i feel like i'm TA bc i’m trying to patch my rs up with my son and be a good dad . i also told my buddies and they said i'm a dick for fucking his hot little gf so reddit, AITA? should i tell my son?

[pastelpousay]

Draw Hades pregnant with you

Is this what you wanted??😭 (BTW THIS IS SATIRE 💀DONT CANCEL ME PLEASE)

Just letting you know this took years off my life

SORRY I HAVE TO ADD THE TAGLIST I CANT NOT😭💀💀

Sorry to the poor souls who have to witness this: @re3tro0 @delicatestringbean @maddieinheaven @glacier-alchemist @persephoneflowerpetals @dreamwinged

Once again im so sorry 💀💀💀💀💀

[lovecommajaime]

thinking about when i was eating lunch with my friends outside at my old school and some guy at another table threw rice at me

[ace-with--a-mace]

the woodworking boys are so funny bro 😭

[aventurineswife]

BY THE STARS, MY LOVE SUNDAYYYYY!!! 🤭💖🎄

——— COLD HANDS。 ★ sunday.

note; I don't think I wrote my boy sunday good enough to the canon..... anyways I took inspiration from the fact that my hands r always cold so why not 😈 (I totally didn't take a week to finish this hahahahah this turned out a lot longer than I expected,,,, over 2k.... 😦)

tagging; @aventurineswife :3

you could've barely noticed it at first, but the tips of your fingers were slowly growing numb as time passes, likely due to the cold humidity in the room. however, you hardly care, letting yourself sink into the serene stillness in the party car of the astral express.

it had always been a normal occurrence for your hands to feel much colder than anyone else's, and it was a bother at times when you would unintentionally graze your own hand against a part of your body — however, you managed to find a small advantage in it; often pressing your icy fingers against your friends' necks as a small, playful prank.

you can remember the priceless expressions on your fellow express members' faces whenever you pull such an act on them without their awareness and the thought of it barely makes you chuckle to yourself on any occasion. heh, the corner of your lips quirk up into a sly smirk without your intentions.

though you wouldn't recommend doing that to the conductor of the train...

pointer fingers lightly tap on each other with hands clasped together, you stay seated with legs crossed as your eyes occasionally scan the room carefully for a potential candidate to interact with. member or guest, you just want to talk to pass the time. (shush isn't really fun to converse with, in your opinion; other than those jokes, he's a gentleman but not quite interesting enough in your eyes. though you're curious about shush's creator; the one who made the mixologist).

the top of your shoe taps against the polished floor, in a steady rhythm made up by your mind — or coming from a song you had in your mind for a while now — while you eventually spot your victim possible conversationist.

a young man standing at the farthest corner of the cart, in a bicolored tailcoat and small wings behind his ears which are of similar tone to his muted blue hair as a golden halo floats behind the head. they flap and twitch from time to time and he is merely unbothered by the silence in the area (besides the sound of glass cups clinking from shush cleaning them and that lady in a purple veil looking over some tarot cards floating in her hands), the halovian simply stares about at the space outside the cabin with a sort of... longing look in his eyes.

...

ah, sunday — former head of the oak family and older brother of the interastral famous idol; robin. honestly; you weren't really involved in the whole penacony catastrophe since you, alongside dan heng, decided to stay behind in the express until you made the decision to go and went along with the archivist (and a certain galaxy ranger who was practically hijacking the parlor car, and with a gun pointed at the reserved train guardian no less) and then assisting the others in taking down that damned giant mechanical monstrosity and that damned giant mechanical monstrosity's sea angel-looking things.

and now with that event taken care of and calming down, it's a bit of a surprise when the guy who tried to basically kill the other astral express members aboards the same train that railed him over a couple times and is now trying to redeem himself from the goal where he tried to turn everyone's dream into a complacent bliss by taking everyone's free will & future in the process.

instead of the one who (though, unintentionally) almost ascended to aeonhood, sunday is reduced to a mere passenger on the express train you too aboard on. what a life turning of events.

and with the idea of spooking him as well settles at the top of your mind.

the mischievous thought solidifies, and your eyes gleam with a subtle spark of excitement. sunday seems like the perfect target — a mix of composed and distant, a far cry from the usual express members who might anticipate your pranks by now; considering how long it has been since you've been a member.

your cold fingers itch with anticipation, the chill now feels like an asset rather than a hindrance — and it feels like the oh-so perfect moment to do so.

you rise from your seat slowly, careful not to make a sound that would alert him to your approach, as your steps are light, muffled by the carpeted floor of the party car. the young halovian seems deeply engrossed in the view beyond the window, the distant in his gaze making you almost reconsider — just for half a second. however, the faint smirk creeping up onto your lips reminds you of your current goal.

and who are you to shy away so quickly from an itching opportunity to fill your satisfaction?

as you inch closer behind with the quietest of steps, his ear wings twitch slightly, making you pause your movements. they’re... quite delicate up close than you realized, the translucent blue edges of each pale feather shimmering faintly and you were almost distracted by them. almost.

why yes, you were curious about his halovian features but now's not the time to ponder, you...

with deft fingers, you gently brush aside a curtain of his muted blue hair, exposing the nape of his neck. it's quite warmer than you expected — soft, almost inviting — and while at the back of your mind you were a bit baffled how sunday barely even noticed what you were doing, it takes every ounce of self-control not to giggle at the thought of what’s about to happen.

“ah, what’s the point of hesitation now?” you mutter under your breath before plunging your frozen-like fingers onto the bare skin of his neck—

—the reaction you got was instantaneous. sunday’s breath hitches audibly and a low, startled gasp escapes his lips as his entire body jolts from the sudden, icy shock at the nape of his neck; his posture was rigid as if struck by lightning as his ear wings snap open instinctively, flaring out like a startled bird's — the sharp motion sends a soft, fleeting breeze through the air, ruffling your hair slightly.

“by the stars—!” he gasps, eyes wide and glimmering like fractured glass as a hand flies up to cover the assaulted area as if to guard it from another ambush from your shenanigans. his intriguing golden halo hovering behind his head wavers slightly, tilting as though reflecting his momentary loss of composure, and his cheeks flushed a light peachy red from the heat of surprise.

the young man spins around after a small beat of silence with a sharp intake of breath, his expression a mix of shock and confusion, the serene mask he wore moments ago completely shattered.

your hands had already retracted when sunday covered the back of his own neck, and you can't help the laughter that spills out of you; unrestrained and shameless.

“wo—ow!” you manage between bouts of mirth, a hand barely covers your mouth to partially drown out half the noise you were making within the usually quiet cart. “that... that was... absolutely priceless, sunday...!” your voice wavers and slightly cracks at the end of your sentence, still carried by the remnants of your laughter; the amusement from the entire situation clearly written all over your face.

for a moment, he just stares at you, caught between the bewilderment and indignation of your little prank... then, his brows knit together in a way that’s almost endearing, and his lips press into a tight line. “what… was that for?” his careful voice carries the faintest tremor, as though he’s still recovering from the shock of the chill.

eventually, you've recovered from your little laughing fit enough to answer sunday properly this time, as a hand of yours reached up to wipe off a small tear from your eyes. “oh, come on,” you lightly tease, leaning against a nearby chair with a smug grin. “you were just.. idly standing over there, looking all broody and mysterious; I couldn’t resist.”

sunday exhales sharply, visibly trying to collect himself. his wings fold back into place with a soft rustle, and his hand lingers protectively over his neck before letting it hang by his side.

“I was merely... thinking.”

“hm? about what?” asked you while tilting your head.

the halovian hesitates as the faint blush lingering on his cheeks gradually fades, leaving his complexion noticeably paler. “nothing that concerns you.”

“huh, is that so?” you drawl, tapping your chin as if in deep thought. “perhaps I have just found a new mystery to solve — cracking sunday’s enigmatic shell.”

“i— don’t even think about it,” he mutters, though there’s a flicker of something in his tone — a hint of amusement, perhaps? the left wing behind his ear twitches subtly before steadying behind him, but the slight folding of both ear wings toward his face betrays his embarrassment.

amused by his actions, you chuckle to yourself again and fold your arms over your chest. “you’ll have to lighten up eventually, y’know sunny. can’t stay all reserved and quiet forever.”

“don't—” sunday abruptly stops himself, then he sighs in exasperation of your antics. “you’re insufferable. but please refrain from calling me that in the future.”

“and you’re fun to mess with.” you flash him a cheeky smirk, already contemplating your next move. after all, what’s life aboard the astral express without a little bit of mischief?

“also, why not? but, however, if that's what you want...”

as sunday just turns away to the side just a bit, you straighten up your posture, still all smiley and smirking whatnot. you can’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment; breaking through the usually quiet halovian's composure felt like a minor victory in itself. the quiet hum of the astral express fills the air again as the moment between you fades into the serene stillness of the party car.

still, something about the faint blush lingering on sunday’s cheeks keeps tugging at your thoughts. veneath the cool exterior and formal demeanor lies a person who, much like everyone else aboard this train, carries their own scars and stories. you might be good at teasing and poking a bit here and there, but you’re not oblivious to the weight he seems to bear — especially with what happened in the recent events.

the mood shifts slightly as you observe him quietly — he has resumed gazing out the window, though his expression is much softer now, his wings no longer bristling but relaxed. the golden halo behind him stabilizes, the light coming from the lights inside the party cart casting a faint glow that makes him look almost ethereal.

“you know,” you say, breaking the silence. sunday still gazes into the galaxy beyond the window but he secretly listens to whatever you're about to say. “I’m not always about pranks — however, if you ever feel like talking about whatever’s on your mind, I can lend you an ear too.”

the young man turns his head toward you, his brows raise up a little in mild surprise. for a moment, he seems to study you, as if trying to gauge your sincerity — finally, he exhales, and a small, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

the response is brief but carries a surprising warmth that wasn’t there before. you nod in response, satisfied, and let the quietness stretch out again. maybe there’s more to sunday than meets the eye, and perhaps, in time, he’ll let you see a little more of what lies beneath his enigmatic exterior in the near future of trailblazing expeditions.

the sliding doors to the party car slide open suddenly, and ever-so bubbly march 7th bounces in as her ever-cheerful energy fills the space of the previous serene atmosphere. “hey! what’s going on in here? did I miss something fun?”

you almost can’t resist glancing at sunday with a small mischievous glint in your eye, the latter in question softly groans and shakes his head to himself.

“oh, really nothing much. I was merely giving our newest passenger a warm welcome.”

the bubblegum-haired girl glances between the two of you, a bit curious what the two of you were doing a bit earlier. “huh.. really though? because it looks like you were up to no good again.”

“awh— wait, me? never,” you tilt your head slightly as your voice takes on an exaggerated tone of mock-innocence. behind you, sunday exhales sharply and his eyes narrow as he pinches the bridge of his nose. march 7th crosses her arms, arching a brow before both of them briefly exchange a shared look — one that speaks volumes about their exasperation.

as the conversation shifts to lighter topics, the laughter and camaraderie in the room slowly build, filling the once-quiet space with warmth and life. even the young halovian seems to ease into the dynamic, his reserved nature softening just a bit as he listens to the banter around him.

in this moment, you realize that life aboard the astral express isn’t just about the journeys or the destinations — it’s about the people you share them with, the stories you create, and the bonds you forge along the way.

and as the stars continue to streak past outside into the milky way, you can’t help but feel that this is exactly where you’re meant to be.

© thedemises 2024. all rights reserved. please do not plagiarize, copy, or feed my written works to ai.

[episims]

Beos Free-weight Bench Press Edited

This is a weird thing to share during Simblreen unless you're like me and actually terrified of gyms. Trying to lift these bars would definitely be mortal to me.

This bench press (T$R link) by beos is great but it has some English text and textures that I'm not a fan of. So I edited the text and some glossiness away from the weights, remapped them, repo'd the bars to the base game exercise machine, and made the shadow softer.

If you're not familiar with this object, it's fully functional, as this life-risking test sim proves:

I tweaked the advertising settings of the bench to be the same as the exercise equality mod has, which means sims will be crazy about it but if you have the mod, they are at least equally crazy about all the exercise machines.

And then I also increased its energy drain from 0 to 15 to get it in line with exercise tweaks by Cyjon.

Download (SFS) (alternate)

The file is compressed. Let it override the original if you have it, they have the same GUID. Requires University, the bench part is repo'd to the exercise machine that came with it.

The size of the edited file is about 1/4 of the original. Polycount is 2126, less than most Maxis exercise machines are. Full credit to beos for the object!

[maukiki1-but-cringefail]

This pictyre iso fucdkign funny these are having their mega ultra super gay moment like its comical how fucking gay thsi is look at takaos face imgoing crazy beo but thats not why its funny its funny cuz these two beign homos n max is just there in the middle third wheeling looking w his big ass eyes like “do your thing”😭😭helop me “now you may kiss the bride” lookin ass MAHSBHSHGWHTFWYWFXVHSJWOEOİWOJWOEJPEIHIPDĞPREİWNKSŞMWVEVYEĞWPをにわふしにれふきちをへちう

[nicholasmillergf]

we did it boys 🫡

i have nine concerts over the next three weekends

[barbatosgossipsection]

I feel like this game is a little childish, or too silly. Like, yes, there are some dark moments, but it's mostly the brothers squabbling with each other and fighting over MC. Now, i love their silly little moments, but when an event is full of them...

Just that clown music in the background makes me question my entire sanity. Hope that makes sense, ahah. The devs are kind of sugarcoating the events imo.

Not only that, but I wish that the devs focused more on character development for our favorite boys. I really hated the whole stunt they did with Asmo, where like... nothing really happened? It was just him going batshit crazy and then waking up and being all like "oh, hi! ^_^" asmodeus deserves better, man. It's always hinted at how insecure he tends to be, but the devs insist on not giving him any major development. Total disappointment, in my opinion.

Talking about sugarcoating, I think the game could be a little darker, like the whole demonology. I desperately want either an anime episode or lesson based on any trouble the brothers faced while they were in the CR. Or how they were injured, what happened during the war, all of their feelings during the process and all those things.

One last thing. I absolutely LOVE asmodeus, but boy wtf are those things you're wearing, like... beo looks like a painted potato bag 😭

— Anon

[glzgg-1]

Craaaaazy Beo! (Yes, it's Crazy Dave from Plants vs Zombies)

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Сумааааасшедший Бео! (Да, это Крэйзи Дэйв из Расстения против Зомби)

[moralorelconfessionsrebornn]

BEO THATS SO FUNNY THE "i watched moral orel when i was high" IM HIGH RN THATS CRAZY

LMAOAOOO, CMON SOLDIER GO GO REWATCH MORAL OREL!!!!

[smokegoodfuckgooder]

To be everything that you always wanted to not be to beo the actual joke to everyone to contemplate things I never fathomed in my own head is a terrible way to live I grow into nothing better cause better was never achieved I am a failure I could get y someone would want me to die I don't do shit for this world besides take up space and honestly destroy things that others work for I realized that I am a little pos to everyone I always was just someone to make feel like they wanna die forever cause at least they can make others happy by ruining me even more I've owned death and I don't mean to seem crazy but if I die everyone will be better off more desiappaointed in my personal decision in life I chose to not achieve anything but it's cause I'm trash and the world sees that I even see that that so I guess this is my mind I I could of chose to work hard and achieve life but I didnt at all and nowy life

[lampmanliveblogs]

Fools will act brave and fight No matter what the cost The Day of Unity comes And your world is already lost

Hello and welcome to the season two finale, episode twenty-one, King’s Tide!

The Day of Unity is upon us. I have no idea what will happen now, all I know is that nothing will be the same after this.

Just a quick note if this is the first liveblog of mine you’re reading, I’d recommend reading the previous episode, Clouds on the Horizon first, just to get some context for some stuff. Like the Lampman Bingo game we’re playing together. Speaking of which…

You can now cross ”Music reference” off your Lampman Bingo card. THIS is what I was referencing, by the way.

Without further ado… let’s do this.

We open fittingly enough with King. He’s having another strange dream where he’s floating in a strange realm. He hears the voice again and sees the strange shadow.

The Collector is talking to Belos through that mirror/plate/tablet thing. The Collector is complaining that Belos has not kept his promise to release him, with Beos assuring The Collector that he needs only to be patient for a little while longer, his imprisonment will soon end.

I don’t know about you guys, but I think The Collector is making a good decision to trust Belos. I mean, he’s the emperor! You don’t get to be in charge by lying or distorting the truth!

I… I do have one idea… that I haven’t mentioned yet. It seems pretty obvious that Belos will not free The Collector like he promised. Belos is a duplicitous* man; even if he did pinky promise, he probably crossed his fingers behind his back. I wouldn’t think it’s too wise to go against a contract with a god, but who said Belos was wise?

(*I cannot beleive I spelled that right on the first try, I couldn’t even spell believe right on the first try in this sentence!)

Anyways, the point I’m trying to make is this: I think Belos will betray The Collector and not release him. But The Collector will obviously be released, so how does that happen? It is at this point where I got this crazy idea.

What if King frees The Collector? We know the power of a Titan can free The Collector and King has been getting these strange visions, seeing The Collector as a trapped spirit that Belos has taken advantage of.

Now, this is a bit out there. This is the Grand huntsman we’re talking about, the guy responsible for King’s family and entire species being all but extinct. I don’t think he’d willingly free The Collector… but on the other hand, does King even realize who the figure he keeps seeing in his dreams is?

Amity pacing back and forth, eyes wide with that thousand-yard stare is haunting, but the palismen all huddled up, shaking? Devastating 

Hunter fiddles with the controls, to Alador’s annoyance. Of course, Hunter probably feels some guilt: it was supposed to be him that Kikimora brought back with her, not Luz. And he was supposed to protect her, and he failed in that.

Tensions are high, with an argument breaking out.

Eh… on one hand, I kinda get it, they’re all very stressed about Luz being captured and, oh yeah, the end of the world. But on the other hand, come on.

Oh wait, my bad, they were just hangry. Luz must’ve had all the snickers in her backpack when she was taken.

Fun Fact: on the Boiling Isles, snicker bars actually giggle when you eat them.

[wren-beowulf]

Don't you have any... friends? Or like, past friends? Or is your only social circle right now just your Brother and your Boyfriend?

First of all, ouch

Second of all, yes, smart ass

I used 't have a lotta friends, they don't tend 't stay 'round long in my line of work.

I didn't go 't school with my parents, pretty much only ever left the house 't do errands or sneak out at night, but I didn't meet anyone friend material.

But when my brother took me in and I went 't the academy when I was 12, there was a girl that was pretty nice 't me. Don't remember her name, and I dropped out after 6 months. Ain't seen her since. I skipped some grades so she was a little older than me, that's really all I remember.

When I ran away from that place, and lived on the streets, there were some other kids that were workin' with my old employer. Mr. Somethin' or other. I was the smallest and the sneakiest, so I was a real good thief, used 't go out in pairs so we didn't get caught. I had a couple kids I'd go out on raids with on the reg.

MarConi's has no friends.

But... there were some people that held a special place in my life, for better or worse. Maybe mostly for worse.

When I was still with MarConi, there were some people that helped me get out. Older guys who wanted 't help... mostly.

Alek was my fave, he was like that cool cousin at the family gatherin' that taught ya how 't do knife tricks and play video games. Ex-military, but you'd never know it. Taught me how 't use a gun, and the day I outshot him he started cryin'. He was super layed back, almost kinda lazy, used 't say he had a thing 'bout blood makin' him squeamish, but he'd beat the crap outta ya for talkin' shit. He and I would nerd out 'bout tech stuff all the time, drive the other two up the wall all the time.

Ryker was there too, he was the oldest. Super gruff guy who never smiled, but he cared in his own way. Real big guy too, used 't be a ring fighter, real good one too. He had connections with fuckin' everybody it was crazy, he introduced me 't some of Penguin's guys and got me in with them. He had tattoos too, think they were prison tats but he never talked 'bout it. He was a pretty good guy, we had a pretty good relationship... 'cept that one time when I was 18 we drank a whole bunch after robbin' what we thought was a undercover bank truck and was actually an undercover lichor truck, 'n we kinda got drunk 'n slept together that one time... we don't talk bout that.

Then there was Loyd.

Fuckin' Loyd, hope his face got punched every single for the rest of his life.

He was a smug manipulative bastard who nobody would miss. Smoked more than I did with that ratty ass denim jacked that was more patch than jacket. He would always make ya feel special 'n loved but he really just liked control, would throw a fit if he didn't get his way. Doesn't help that the guy was frustratingly smart and a Meta with teleportation. He always liked me for some reason, always called me his Beo. I used 't think he was cool because he was the best thief 'round, but he was just another manipulative jackass.

Alek and Ryker were cool. Loyd can go fuck himself.

Also Danny the dragon. I don't care if he ain't real, he's still my friend and ya can bite me.

[dumblilgeckos]

inside job s2 ep1 is crazy beo 😭..

[soft-beta-ollie]

Ollie looks up at Ezra when he started to speak, turning to face him fully. He reaches up and gently touches his cheek. "You have been an amazing husband, Ezzy. You did nothing wrong and you didn't fail me. I failed you by not trusting you enough to tell you what was going on inside my head and letting you help me." He says with a sniffle. "You've always done so much to help keep the nightmares and the memories away but lately I don't know why but they have been getting worse. It started getting worse about a month ago. Kenny came to LA for work and called me to catch up because we haven't seen each other since before we left New Orleans. I don't think he meant to trigger me but he mentioned that the anniversary was coming up and the weeks leading up to it just...triggered something inside my brain. The nightmares started getting worse, the flashbacks, and I felt like I was drowning. I chose not to tell you because I didn't want you to think I was crazy, weak. I didn't want you to think I was a monster because of a day I don't even remember." He sniffles as he pecks his lips. "I promise I'll do better, Ezzy. I promise I'll stop cutting and talk to you when it gets bad."

Joon listens to what Ollie and Ezra both have to say and a thought came to mind. "You said that you don't remember the day the Daniels family died. Do you want to remember?" He asks and Ollie nods. "I think remembering what happened will help unlock your ability to finally move on from it. I think that because you can't remember your mind is trying to make you by making you have flashbacks and nightmares. I want to try hypnosis on you, Ollie, do you think that would be alright?" He asks and Ollie nods his head. "Ezra I need you to help Ollie lay back. My voice helps bring him out of the flashbacks but I want to also use this time to establish you as an anchor for him as well. I want you to hold Ollie's hand while I do this. Ollie close your eyes. I want you to breath deeply, in through your nose, hold it for a second and then out through your mouth. Clear your mind and focus on the sound of your breathing, of my voice. Your body will start to relax starting from the top of your head, through your shoulders and down your arms to your fingertips. Breathing in and out slowly you'll feel your torso relax and move down your legs to your toes. I want you to picture an empty room with a couch and a TV with a remote. The only other thing in the room is a red button with a picture of Ezra's face above it. That button is your emergency button. Can you see it, Ollie?" He asks and Ollie slowly nods. "When you feel overwhelmed I want you to press that button and use your bond with Ezra to come back from inside of you head. I want you to remember the words Ji beo chi wo, Ollie. When you hear Ezra say this you will come back to the present no matter where your mind has taken you." He says softly, looking to Ezra to make sure he also remembers the trigger word before continuing. "Are you still in the room, Ollie?" He asks and Ollie nods his head. "On the TV is a video of the memory of the day the Daniels died. When you are ready, I want you to press play on the remote on the TV. I want you to tell me everything you see and how it makes you feel." Joon continues.

The Truth Untold

Ollie was tired, so tired. He had been having trouble sleeping lately, plagued with nightmares of the day his parents died, but he refused to tell Ezra. He pretended to sleep until his husband fell asleep then snuck out to the woods where he normally kept his stash of daggers he stole from Jude once the last time he was visiting him and Eli. Under the light of the mood, he rolled his sleeves up and made yet another cut to his already mangled arm. It had become somewhat of a coping mechanism since the nightmares came back. It grounded him to reality when the images in his dreams started blending into reality. He couldn't sleep without nightmares, he had flashbacks when he was awake. He stopped going to work, he was pulling away from his husband, his kids, his friends, but he tried to convince himself that he was fine. He was far from fine but the family that raised him after he left Korea always drilled it into his head that he had to be. That mental health issues were a weakness. He probably should have told Joon a long time ago what he was dealing with but he didn't. Maybe Joon could have helped him a long time ago, as his last link to his biological parents. He was always too scared to say anything though. He made his way back to the home he shared with his husband and crawled back into bed with him. The next morning he was pretty much in a zombie like state as he got up to make breakfast. He didn't even hear when Ezra walked up beside him and grabbed his arm, making him hiss in pain and pull away when his husband unknowingly touched his freshest cut. "I'm sorry, I'm just a little sore from my workout yesterday." He lied, having been lying and saying he was working out more to help blow off steam when he was doing everything but that.