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isthisthingeven0n · 4 years ago

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brightest lies : s.r

waking up in an unfamiliar place, you quickly learn you’re the next victim in the twisted game of truth or dare. (3k)

darkest truths / brightest lies

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The first thing you’re aware of is the restriction to your hands, the lack of blood flow to them and your feet. You’re no longer bound to the seat in the car, instead, you’re tied to a chair.

Opening your eyes, you wince at the bright light shining directly onto your face and the pulsing of your left temple. Slowly, your last memories piece themselves together. “Luke,” You call out, hearing his name echo in the space around you as your eyes avert to the droplets of crimson on your top, soaking through your trousers.

“You’re awake.” Someone states from behind you, watching you tense up as you lock your eyes with a doorway, covered in ivy made from metal, coated in gold. “I was worried you weren’t ever going to open your eyes again, Agent.” The voice becomes clearer as the unsub bends down, and you can feel their breath on your neck.

“Am I alone here?” You ask, taking in all the details of the space you’re in.

The unsub shuffles behind you, and you shudder as they glide their gun along your neck before facing you. “Just me and you, Agent.” Bending down in front of you, the unsub positions his gun to your chest, a smile forming on his lips. “So, I’ve got a question for you, Agent Y/l/n, truth or dare?”

Spencer had barely moved since he received the phone call.

Luke was in the hospital with Ms Jakings, and you were missing. He had just gotten you back, and you’ve slipped through his fingertips once more.

“Spence,” JJ speaks up, entering the empty room as Spencer sits on the edge of a table, lost in thought. “there’s something you ought to see, Penelope’s receiving a live broadcast.”

Lifting his head up, JJ can only see anger lining her friend's gaze as he marches past her and into the conference room set up by the police department.

“What’s going on?” Spencer asks as the rest of the team turn their heads, Rossi frowning deeply. “Garcia?”

Sniffing to herself, Penelope takes a deep breath as she presses the enter button, sending the broadcast to the team as it plays on the TV.

“Oh my god,” JJ mutters, covering her mouth as you’re sat in the middle of what seems to be a warehouse, tied up as blood coats your face. “is she?”

“She’s alive.” Spencer states, knowing you have to be, he wouldn’t know what he’d do if you weren’t.

The team watch closely as the unsub comes into frame, ignoring the camera wherever it is as you remain oblivious.

“I asked you a question, agent,” The unsub repeats himself as he grabs your face, lifting it up so you meet his gaze. “truth, or dare?”

You sigh quietly, your breathing becoming raspy as you stare back at the unsub. “Truth.” You spit out.

Chuckling to himself, the unsub releases your face and paces around the space, spinning his gun on his index finger as he nods to the camera behind his shoulder, out of your eyeline.

“Tell me something you’re afraid of?” He asks, raising a brow to you as he awaits your response.

“I, I’m afraid my family will never know what happened to me,” You start, looking up to the unsub as you lock onto his green eyes. “that my death will never be something that can be explained as you’ll escape after this, won’t you? I don’t want to die knowing my family will be left with questions.” You explain.

From the station, Spencer remains stoic. JJ and Emily share a look whilst Rossi stands besides Matt, hoping you can buy yourself some time whilst Garcia tries to locate the signal.

“You sound sure of that.” The unsub responds.

“I’ve been in enough situations to know.” You try to shrug your shoulder, but the ropes are too tight for any attempt at movement. “So, truth or dare?”

“Excuse me?” The unsub retorts.

“That’s how the game works. You take it in turns, otherwise, what’s the fun in that?” You ask, trying to keep it together as you force a small smile.

Moving closer toward you, the unsub kneels down. “Okay, agent. Truth.”

“What was your involvement in the Beavers game of truth or dare?” As soon as the question has left your lips, you watch as something changes in the unsubs expression.

His eyes darken, and you barely register the knife he pulls from his back pocket as he sinks it into your thigh.

You yell out in pain, looking down as the handle sticks out from your trousers, but he laughs giddily like a child.

“How much longer, Garcia?” Spencer’s voice is cold as he tears his eyes from the screen whilst your cries ring throughout the room.

Penelope carries on typing, working through various layers of coding. “I’m almost there, but the signal is being bounced across the state.” Penelope reasons as she holds back tears, knowing she needs to keep it together for your sake.

“That wasn’t the answer I was looking for.” You tell the unsub through gritted teeth as you focus on your breathing whilst he shakes his head. “I won’t carry on playing until you tell me.”

“I didn’t play,” The unsub begins as he walks away from you. “my brother, Charlie did. He, he let me sit in on one of the games as I wasn’t old enough to join in so I sat in the background whilst he played.”

Listening closely, you wish the rest of the team could hear this, help in some way. But you’re all alone, it’s down to you to get out of here, or die trying.

“And they dared Charlie to do something stupid, reckless. Charlie sent me out from his room that night, and I wasn’t allowed to see what the dare was.” The unsub pauses before marching back to you and grips the knife from your thigh. “You know what they made him do?” His eyes fill with tears as he stares at you whilst you shake your head. “They made him overdose, on camera.”

Ripping the knife from your thigh, another scream leaves your lips as you hear it clatter against the ground.

“So you, you want revenge?” You breathe out. “For, for Charlie’s sake?”

“This is what Charlie would’ve wanted! Revenge for what those sick teenagers made him do. I saw the recording, they convinced him to take more pills, that he’d be a pussy if he didn’t.” The unsub scoffs as he wipes his eyes before his attention returns to you.

Back in the station, Garcia’s attention is sidetracked as she finds out who the unsub is. “His name is Grayson Taylor. He’s 21, an undergrad at Ohio University, and he did lose his brother Charlie when he was 12. Charlie was 16 at the time when he,” Garcia trails off.

“Is there anything on him? Any bank transactions or work history in the area?” Emily asks, leaning over the table as you manage to stall sometime with Grayson.

“Nothing of late, he, he’s been off the grid.” Penelope sighs as she returns to trying to locate the signal. “I’ve almost got the pinpoint for the broadcast, it’ll be less than two minutes until I’ve got a location.”

You can feel your vision beginning to fade, yet all you can think about is one thing. “I’m sorry,” You mutter under your breath. “I’m sorry, Spence.” You manage to speak coherently, wishing Spencer could hear you.

“Truth or dare, Agent?” Grayson demands, now holding his gun directly to your chest. “And this time, no more games.”

With all your might, you lift your head up and look at the young man as swallow back your tears. “Truth.” You tell him.

“What is your darkest secret? And for your sake, you better make it a good one.” He spits at you, knowing your team are watching from the station.

Everyone in the conference room pauses as they watch intently as tears fall from your eyes. “Come on, Y/n.” Rossi mutters as Tara stands beside him, taking his arm as Spencer tries not to crumble into himself.

“I,” Your lip quivers as you look down to your stomach. “Nearly six weeks ago, I, I found out that I,” A shaky sigh leaves your lips.

“Spit it out, agent!” Grayson yells as he cocks the gun at you, quickly losing his patience.

“I found out that I’m pregnant.” You tell him clearly, and silence falls around the members of the BAU as they look to Spencer. “And I was waiting for the right moment to tell the Dad.” You admit. “But I guess he’ll never know, I, he’ll never get to be the father of our child.” Tears fall from your eyes whilst Grayson claps.

“Oh that is certainly something,” He bluntly laughs. “don’t you think so, agents?” He adds, now catching your attention as you shoot your head up, looking across the room to where Grayson stands with a camera in hand.

“No, no!” You mutter as Grayson zooms in on your face. “Please, please, don’t.”

“Spence,” JJ walks over as Spencer stumbles over his feet and collapses into a chair.

“I’ve got the signal!” Penelope yells through the line. “Technically there are three locations that the signals bouncing from. But all three are warehouses just outside of Beavercreek.”

Not wasting any time, the team exit the station with back up on route whilst your broadcast remains live.

“I can’t do this,” You whimper, and Grayson sighs loudly. “please, can I at least say goodbye?”

Sitting in the SUV with JJ, Emily and Matt, Spencer clenches his fists as they listen to your broadcast.

Grayson rolls his eyes as he nods. “If you must.” He props the camera back up before standing behind you, patting your shoulders as you flinch.

“My name is Y/n Ingot Y/l/n, I know I won’t leave this place alive, but to my family, tell my Mom I went with pride, that I’ll always be her golden child.” You try to compose yourself as you focus on the lens.

“Ingot isn’t Y/n’s middle name.” JJ speaks up, and Spencer snaps out from hearing your last words.

“Ingot is a piece of relatively pure metal, it’s used in steel making.” Spencer explains. “Penelope, are any of the warehouses used in steelmaking or any metalwork?”

“Erm, yes! I’ve sent the directions to you, you’re the closest.” Penelope responds as Emily slams on the gas, heading straight to you.

“Please be okay.” She mutters under her breath as she watches the monitor seeing the team are minutes away, still listening to you on the broadcast.

“And to my other family, the BAU, I’ll never forget a moment of what you did for me. The laughs we’ve had, the heartache and suffering we’ve witnessed, but even in those dark moments, there has always been a triumph. No matter how big or small, there’s been something.” You pause as tears continue to fall from your eyes as the dried blood from your cheek drips with your tears. “I know you’ll think of this as a loss, but please think of the small triumph you’ll have. Save the other students, stop there being more unnecessary death.”

“Anything else?” Grayson nudges you with the gun. “Times running out.” He motions to the blinking light on the camera turning red.

“Spence, Spencer Reid,” A watery chuckle leaves your lips. “I, I love you, Spencer. I think I always have but I was too afraid to admit it before we started dating. You will always be the best person I ever had the pleasure of knowing, and loving. I, I’m sorry we never got to say goodbye, and that we never got to meet our child.” You can’t hold back the sob anymore as your head falls forward. “I love you, goodbye.”

The broadcast ends abruptly after that, and Spencer remains too silent beside JJ. “Spence,” JJ starts, but Spencer shakes his head as tears fall from his eyes, rippling down his cheeks as Emily pulls up to the warehouse.

Without waiting for any orders, Spencer storms ahead to the warehouse. He hovers by the doorway, hearing Grayson taunting you inside.

“Reid.” Emily snaps quietly as Spencer turns his head, eyes filled with rage.

“You knew, didn’t you?” Spencer questions under his breath, watching closely as Emily lowers her gaze. “Don’t you dare tell me how to act right now, Emily.” Spencer adds as he turns around, positioning himself ready to shoot Grayson the second he has the opportunity.

“Thank you for the show, Y/n,” Grayson whistles as he moves to stand in front of you, his back turned to the entrance of the warehouse. “I think you know what happens next, don’t you?”

You nod weakly. “Just, make it quick.” You mutter as you close your eyes, awaiting the inevitable.

Yet, the sound of a gun fires, but you don’t feel any pain course through your body.

Opening your eyes, you look down to see Grayson in front of your feet, lifeless and the faint sound of footsteps rushing toward you.

“Sp, Spence?” You call out as your vision gives in, and you can faintly feel a pair of hands on your cheeks.

“Y/n, come on, stay awake for me!” Spencer pleads as Emily and JJ work on undoing the ties around your wrists and ankles. “Come on, don’t close your eyes, please!” He cries out as he watches your eyes droop. “Please, baby, don’t close your eyes.”

“Medics, in here!” Emily yells as the medics enter the warehouse, assisting you immediately and Spencer is forced to one side.

“Stand down, Reid.” Emily tells him firmly as he watches you being lifted onto a stretcher, breezing in and out of consciousness. “I’m sorry, Spencer.” Emily speaks softly now, resting her hand on Spencer’s arm. “Y/n wanted to tell you herself, I, I couldn’t.”

Spencer nods to Emily before heading out behind your stretcher and into the ambulance.

“She’s stable for now,” One of the medics reports.

“What about,” Spencer trails off, barely having time to comprehend there is a ball of cells inside of you. and knows this level of trauma so early on could result in a miscarriage. “is it?”

“We’ll know more once we get to the hospital, sir.” The other medic answers as the doors close and Spencer sits with you, holding your hand with all his might, never wanting to let go.

Three months later:

“Today’s the day, huh?” Penelope grins like a Cheshire cat as she perches on the edge of your desk whilst you grasp onto your mug.

“Why do I feel the strangest sense of De Ja Vu?” You ask, raising a brow as you place your mug down and wheel back in your chair, resting your hands on your small, but growing bump.

“How is my godchild doing? Better not be keeping you up too late.” Penelope chuckles as you roll your eyes before reaching for your crutch.

“Ah, let me help.” Luke calls out as he rushes over, smiling softly to you as he helps you to your feet and with the crutch. “You steady?” He asks, his hands outstretched as he glances to Penelope.

“I’m good, thanks, Luke.” You assure him as Emily exits her office. “You guys have got to stop hovering, I’m fine!” You add as your back remains turned to the entrance to the bullpen. “I know my way around a crutch, thanks to a certain genius who got shot in the knee a few years back.”

“And now look at you,” Spencer pipes in, and you turn around, seeing your goofy boyfriend stood there with his satchel in hand. “quite the pair we make.” He adds.

“Welcome back, Reid.” Luke shakes Spencer’s hand.

“Thanks, it’s good to be back.” Spencer comments as Emily steps closer.

“Come on,” Emily motions to Spencer as he follows behind her. “let’s have a chat about the rules from now on.”

Glancing over his shoulder, Spencer smiles to you before closing the door to Emily’s office. “Looks like someone’s grounded for a while.” Rossi tuts.

“Makes two of us.” You add, motioning to your leg and growing bump.

“Wait, does that mean I can’t have you all to myself anymore?” Penelope frowns.

“Oh, Pen,” Wrapping your arm around her, you kiss her cheek. “you’ve got me for another few months, don’t you worry ‘bout that.”

After a good hour, Spencer exits Emily’s office, looking like his tail is hanging between his legs.

“Hey,” You call Spencer over as you wander to the kitchen whilst it remains empty. “you okay?” You ask, resting your hand on his hip.

Spencer nods as he steps closer, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you close against him. He closes his eyes as he feels you laugh against him.

“What’s this for?” You question as Spencer pulls away, but his hands remain cemented on your waist.

“For being you.” He mutters. “For surviving, fighting, being a genius, my best friend and a future Mom, and I love you for it all.” Spencer adds.

“Hold on,” You pause, resting your hand against his chest as a smile forms on your lips. “did you just call me a genius?” You revel in the moment as Spencer shakes his head in disbelief.

“That was the takeaway from that?” He laughs through his words whilst you lean forward and kiss him softly.

Before Spencer has a chance to fully react, you pull away. “I love you too, Spence.” You whisper into his lips. “So, you grounded too for a while?”

Nodding in response, Spencer steps left as he reaches for a mug and pours sugar directly into it, knowing you’re giving him a disapproving look. “For the next two months.”

“Huh,” You mutter as you lean against the counter. “looks like you’re stuck with me then, Doctor Reid.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, Y/l/n.” He nudges you playfully. “Come on,” He holds his hand out for you to take. “I promised I wouldn’t let go, and I don’t intend on breaking that promise any time soon.”

Taking Spencer’s hand, you both exit the kitchen and return to your desks as paperwork piles up. But every now and then, you catch a glance from your best friend, your love and father of your child. And in that glance, you know that everything will be alright.

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emiko-matsui · 3 years ago

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hello this is my official list of what i think every member of the bau would work with if they wouldn't work at the bau like if that wasn't a reality you get me

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Jason Gideon: look i know this is technically canon but i truly do think he would be an author and would guest lecture a bit in his later years and like sure he could still write true crime books but also just regular crime novels i think this old man would just like to write

Jennifer "JJ" Jareau: i think she would work inside of the media, not in front of the camera necessarily but as a communicator or similarly inside of the media and the news. however i think there's a possibility of a divergence of path for her, i think its possible she could end up in a hostage situation due to her job in a similar situation like in neon terror and would start working out as a coping mechanism and like genuinely would pick up a (extra?) job as a personal trainer at her gym

Derek Morgan: firefighter. that's it i don't know what to say other than that, derek would 500% be a firefighter. there's nothing else. now that i think about it derek should've been a firefighter from the beginning fuck the bau this is his true calling don't even @ me

Elle Greenaway: similarly to JJ i think elle would work inside of the media but as an investigative journalist. well i think she would start out as a regular journalist but become an investigative journalist after a while because her drive would be too big you get me. also niche but i think that when she was a teen she was like briefly a singer like you know robin from how i met your mother but she would've made angry girl music

Aaron "Hotch" Hotchner: genuinely don't think this punk could stay away from the government so i think he would still work a fancy government job just not inside of the bau, maybe not even the fbi but i so think he'd still be in government. now what i have no idea because i know nothing about the government especially the american government seeing as im not even remotely american

David "Dave" Rossi: now i don't even know if this fucking counts but you know those really fancy shops that are like made of dark smelling wood and is called something extravagant with a cursive gold font and they sell like cigar or wine or herbal products or like mustache wax or whatever the fuck you know the places im talking about. i think rossi would work there and be that old man at the counter who will come up and talk to you and you have no idea if he just works there and is really invested in this stuff or if he owns the place or just a really weird costumer but then he's the one you pay too so you assume it's his but the moment you step out of the store you've forgotten his face and you never want to go back there but you always think about it once a month or something. if you don't know what kinda place im talking about consider yourself lucky

Penelope Garcia: if the bau wasn't even a prospect here there's no question that penelope would still be a hacker illegally and make most of her money from there but i also think that she would work in a small second hand shop with lots of old trinkets and clothes and stuff just because she genuinely thinks it's fun to work there and also the old woman who owns the shop lets her be on the computer when there's no costumers in the store. i just think she would sit there in her cupcake dress next to a ceramic old cat from the 1930s talking to bernice about her grandson while hacking jeff bezos on her computer

Spencer Reid: now it's time for spencer all over the place reid who i think would work at like one of those really prestige but still public libraries where like everyone is welcome but they have like locked rooms with super valuable books and stuff and he kinda does whatever there bc sometimes he gives tours talking about thr history of the building and stuff and sometimes you find him at the counter ready to guide you to the specific book you're looking for plus twenty other recommendations you should read if you like this book and sometimes you find him in a window reading and his coworkers politely ignore he's had his "break" for three hours now bc he guided 17 tours yesterday (only ten were scheduled) and they suspect he mightve slept here. plus in his spare time i think he would do some independent work to keep him stimulated with stuff but that's not a fully developed idea yet

Stephen Walker: this might be controversial but i think stephen would be a guidance counsellor at like a school and i don't know why but he has the vibe and i think he would be quite good at it. maybe he just gives me more official jawbone vibes from dimension 20

Emily Prentiss: i firmly believe this woman cannot hold down a job for her life. i think the bau and interpol were flukes in her reality because im quite certain emily would physically not be able to keep one job for longer than a year. if you mention a job she's probably done it. she's done everything from high positions in government to bagging groceries to leading seminars to breeding puppies. listen emily prentiss is a lesbian ex goth trust fund kid (like canonically yall). i think right now she's working with the lights for a theatre production and she's liking it and seems to have a knack for it

Tara Lewis: this one's out there but i think she would work as a principal at a university (do universities have principals?). but like the one who's in charge of a school but like advanced studies with like adults study after they've already studied if you know what i mean. idk i just think that's what she would be

Luke Alvez: hate to do this to luke but he would simply just be a cop. or like a detective (that's like a promotion for a cop in america right? bro my knowledge extends to brooklyn 99 and brooklyn 99 only). i hope this is because i feel like luke is the serious crime version of jake peralta and jake is the sitcom version of luke. anyway, cop

Matt Simmons: this is my magnum opus but bro i think he would be a podcaster. i think he would do a podcast with kristy. for everyone who follows my blog think justin and sydnee mcelroy but matt is sydnee. i think they would have a little podcast together. after his unit at the fbi (?) got got by linda barnes i think he would retire home and start doing podcasting full time with kristy. this is my hot take

Kate Callahan: because such a central part of kate's personality/backstory is that her sister died in 9/11 i think that kate would've been a nurse. specifically a nurse not a doctor and i don't think it's because a lack of competence or anything like that fuck u no i genuinely think kate wanted to be a nurse and chose to study to become that. her hours would still be crazy but maybe meg isn't as worried about her now

Ashley Seaver: i don't have a lot for seaver but i think she would work in local government more centralised like those guys from parks and rec and yes i realise ive made way too many references that some people might not understand but here we are. i think seaver would do whatever leslie does in parks and rec or something like that

Alex Blake: this is just a formality to have her on here because she's literally a linguistics professor in the show

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imlostinsantacarla · 4 years ago

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@namjooniewifeu99: Thank you , i would like a Jacob x reader where he like you head over heels with Bella but he imprints on the reader and he tries to deny his imprint , or something in those works can it be angst with a fluff ending

(a/n: heya hun! i apologize for this taking hundreds of years for me to get around to and finally post. i hope you enjoy what i have come up with, please let me know what you think! thanks so much for requesting and supporting my blog. enjoy! - admin kat 🌙❣)

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Title: You’re Not Good With Weird and I’m Not Good With Fate (Jacob Black x Reader)

Summary: Being best friend’s with a teenage shapeshifter hasn’t been the easiest thing for y/n to have adjusted to, but they have adjusted far better than the pack originally thought they would. Yet when Jacob starts to avoid y/n, the answer they receive is certainly not the one that they were expecting.

Word Count: 4,372

Warnings: Angst, fluff, Jacob being a dick, imprinting, billy interrupting y’all, let me know if there’s anything I’ve missed.

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The news of your best friend being a shape shifting werewolf had left you almost gasping for air on the spot, like a fish having been plucked viciously from water. Anxiety pulsed and rippled through your entire being as the animal before you (which had replaced your Jacob) stared into your bewildered wide eyes with his own bulbous orbs. Your heart was palpating so wildly in your chest that you swore that any minute now it would leap from your rib cage and out onto the dull grass of Billy Black’s lawn. There was an intense feeling of nausea that swirled in your stomach, desperately climbing up your throat which made you feel lightheaded.

“Y/n?” Sam inquired softly, hands raised gently above the sides of his head as though he were surrendering to you. “It’s alright. No one’s going to hurt you.” His voice was soothing, crumbling deeply like the flickers of a log fire turning darker as it’s flames died down to charcoal embers.

“Sam, she looks like she’s gonna puke. You think she’s gonna puke? I hope she doesn’t. I’ve got a weak stomach.” Jared complained distastefully, lips turned down at the corners in a deep frown. “I think I’m gonna throw up now.” He continued, hand on his stomach and brows furrowed.

“Will you shut up, Jared? Nobody cares! Y/n literally looks like she’s about to turn on her heels and start running for the hills.” Paul quipped irately, shaking on the spot.

“Both of you, shut up! That’s an order.” Sam barked over his shoulder at his fellow brothers, voice booming, alarming you out of your shocked state.

“What the hell?” You murmured with furrowed brows, swallowing thickly once again as another wave of anxiety washed over you. “Jacob? Y-you just turned into a dog... a very, very large dog! This is insane.” Your eyes scrunched up as though shutting them as tightly as possible would make this entire scene vanish in a puff of wispy grey smoke. Yet when you opened them once more, the wolf was still in his place, staring at you with pleading orbs.

The entire world that you had grown up knowing came crumbling down at your feet, leaving displeasing confusion in it’s wake. And unfortunately, that was the late time you’d seen Jacob Black.

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Ominous charcoal clouds packed themselves over the small town of Forks, not a strange occurrence on a Saturday afternoon. Your head was still numb, lacking the ability to focus on even the most simple of tasks. However, here you were, damp hair clinging to the sides of your face as you sat in the drivers seat of your car, wedging your key into the ignition, twisting it and as if by magic your car rumbled to life. The heating blasted through the vents at a whirring pace, but comforting against your cold wet skin. It had been a week since the fiasco in his fathers back yard, and another two weeks since you had gone to visit him to apologize for not taking the news of his newfound abilities lightly, explaining that you had needed some time to get your head around the whole ordeal. You weren’t exactly great with weird.

“Hey,” you hummed shyly after having tenderly pattered up the steps of Emily’s front porch, your presence instantaneously noted by the pack of boys and one girl. You had been met with wolfish grins and a massive dose of teasing that you had definitely not missed. Jacob’s brothers and sister welcomed you back with open arms, relieved now that his depressing inner monologue would silence itself out, replacing itself with it’s usually sunny spell.

Jacob on the other hand had appeared intensely bitter, his hulking back still turned to you, indicating that his feelings were hurt. But you knew that a little bit of TLC and a civilized chat would get his walls to come down. “Can we talk?” You’d inquired sheepishly whilst having stuffed your hands into your back pockets - a nervous habit -.

“What’s there to talk about?” Poison seeped from his mouth. ‘Ouch! He’s definitely still mad.’ you had contemplated this time and time again, but it still didn’t dissipate the intense sting his tone of voice created in your heart.

Paul and Jared murmured something, eyes plastered on the pair of you as Embry had placed a bet with Jared over who would win. Leah promptly swatted the back of their heads at such a lightening pace you’d believed you’d dreamed it up if it wasn’t for the trio having clutched the rear of their skulls.

“You know that’s not true, Jake. We can dish it out for everyone to see right here, right now or we could go and talk somewhere privately.” You’d sounded more miffed than you’d thought you’d been originally. Confrontation, particularly in front of others always made you feel on edge and Jacob knew that.

“Wouldn’t you-” Jacob had spun around on his toes, deep eyes lit on fire with a flame that truly could have scorched you, though as soon as the look of indigence had clouded his complexion, it had vanished as though he’d suddenly choked on his words. He stared at you like he’d just seen the sun for the first time, which made you feel a little uncomfortable.

“Wouldn’t I what, Jacob?” You quipped perplexingly, arms folded neatly over your chest, brows raised in question. But he never answered, just gaped at you with that same love-struck complexion. Everything seemed to slow down between the pair of you, as though the gawping eyes staring at you both didn’t even exist.

A clearing of several throats had pulled the pair of you out of your dazes. The others boys were grinning something awfully mischievous at you both, which only spurred on your bewilderment. “Will you two love birds just get a room already?” Jared tipped his head back in exhaustion.

“No, you don’t have to worry about that because I’m leaving.” Jacob spat that same venom from before. And before you were even aware of it, Jacob had pushed past you and was down at the end of Emily’s garden that lead into the thick shrubbery beyond. And the teenage boy was gone.

A low whistle sounded from behind you and embarrassment radiated from your entire existence. ‘Maybe this had just all been a mistake.’ You kept telling yourself.

In the early days of this turn of events, you hadn’t been the least bit surprised when you had phoned him and he hung up when he heard your voice. Although Jacob was sweet and happy most times, obviously this physical change had left him in some form of anger-induced turmoil, which had only amplified when you had rejected him initially. But now enough was enough. Two weeks was long enough for him to mope about like a petty child. You were through with this.

The drive to La Push was a route that you swore to your friends that you could accomplish safely even blindfolded and the winding roads slick with black ice. You had been there and come back so frequently over the course of three years that it now felt like a second home to you. The pack had welcomed you with their taunting remarks and surprisingly you have become one of them, - despite the fact that you were only a frail human being -.

Determination sunk into your bones the longer that you drove, your previous numbness and apprehension having dissipated. Before long you were pulled up along the side of the road just in front of Jacob’s home; and with how dark it had been all day, you could scarcely tell what time it actually was. Yet nevertheless, you practically heaved yourself out of your car and into the pouring rain. Billy had already seen you pull up from the rickety window of his living room and whilst you neared towards the door, he opened it, allowing a yellow wash of artificial light to cascade in the deepness of early evening. “He’s not here, y/n.” the statement was cold, accompanied by an even more acerbic facial expression on his countenance. This made you feel unwelcome, causing you to wonder what in the world Jacob had told his father to make him use that kind of tone with you. Billy had always been quite chirpy and carefree around you in the past.

“Yeah, I don’t by that, old man.” Your brows furrowed as you muttered the words at him with equal matching coldness. “That’s what you said on the phone yesterday evening when I heard Jake call after you in the background.” You grumbled sarcastically, pushing past Billy. You trailed with you an ocean-full of water into the tiny home, which Billy also did not seem surprised about. In fact, now that you were indoors, you could tell that he appeared as though he had expected you to show up sooner or later.

“Well, haven’t you got me sussed out then.” Sarcasm mixed with a simper. Two traits that obviously Jacob had inherited from his father. But that didn’t stop you from storming through the little house and bursting through Jacob’s bedroom door to find that his closet of a bedroom was uninhabited. You had barely even noticed the squeaking wheels of Billy’s wheelchair. “Just like I said, y/n. He’s not here. But from the looks of your face, I’m bagging on the idea that you won’t be leaving any time soon.” he added wryly, ancient black eyes staring up into your own. “At least do me the favor of taking you jacket and shoes off.”

As if on cue, the back door of the Black’s residence opened, revealing Jacob Black’s towering frame which squeezed in through the small opening. Had Jacob grown in the past two weeks you hadn’t seen him? The boy was blissfully unaware of your presence until he looked up to find yourself and his father frozen on the spot. A flash of surprise dawned across his countenance as he took in your disheveled and wet appearance. The puddle of water at your feet made him snort, he knew he’d be the one cleaning that up once you left. “Hey Jake!” Billy grinned widely at his son. “Y/n just dropped by.” He stated it so obviously and nonchalantly it almost made you cringe. You had to hand it to the old man though, he really could make anything awkward sound causal.

Yet this only appeared to spur on Jacob’s rotten attitude.

"Yeah, I can see that.” He muttered bitterly, his great stature weaving around you and towards his room as though you just some obstacle in his path. A nuisance. Again, no matter how many times he used that same tone on you, it always seemed to sting just as bad as the first time. Yet now there seemed to be a dull ache in your heart, as though it were shattering into a billion pieces. Through the dull ache lit a searing fire of irritation and bitterness, creating a sour taste on your tongue and a distasteful whirlwind of anger flooded your system so intensely that your eyes began to water.

“What the hell is your problem?!” You snapped, following after Jacob. Your arm reached out and attempted to wrap around his bicep, but he only continued forward as though he did not notice your touch.

“Y/n...” Billy warned from behind you both but you paid little mind to his warning.

“Do you think I deserve all of this, Jake? How was I supposed to take the news of you turning into a giant freaking werewolf? I’m not Bella!” You hissed through tightly gritted teeth, your fists tightly balled indignantly at your sides, fingernails almost piercing the delicate skin of your palms, which gave you a sensation to ground yourself on.

A scoff emitted itself from Jacob’s mouth and you could practically hear his eyes rolling in his skull. “Yeah, well at least Bella didn’t avoid me for a whole week like a damn baby.”

“Yeah, you’re right Jake! You doubled that yourself.” If he wanted to play this childish game of hurtful words, you were game to jump right in, regardless of whether or not he would turn into a werewolf in front of you. With the way that your anger continued to fester in your veins, you genuinely felt like you could take him on at this point.

"You know that was different, y/n. I was trying to protect her.”

“Yeah, protecting her. What a load of crap! You’re the biggest hypocrite I’ve ever met in my damn life.” Your voice reached a volume it had never reached prior to this point and it almost scared you out of your menacing stupor.

“Hypocrisy,” the word left his mouth acerbically as his larger frame began to shake undoubtedly and his breathing altered itself to a quicker pace. “You know, I don’t get why you’re so mad at me for avoiding you. Do you not like the taste of your own medicine?”

“Taste of my own medicine?!” You practically shouted. “Again, how was I meant to take the news that you turn into a giant wolf, Jake? I’m not like Bella, I don’t do weird!”

“Then maybe you should leave.” He spat over his shoulder at you. The look in his eyes seemed to show more animal than human as he trembled violently on the spot.

“Leave? Jake, why’re you pushing me away like this? I get it, okay. I was an ass for avoiding you but I needed some time and space to get my head around the fact that you and your friends shape shift!”

Silence rung from him, he shut his orbs tightly, attempting to steady the rage bubbling within him through deep breaths. “You should really leave, y/n.”

“No! No, I’m not leaving until you tell me why you’ve been avoiding me for the past two weeks, Jake. This has more to do with me having taken your shift badly. What happened at Emily’s when I tried to talk to you... when you turned to look at me, it was like you’d seen the sun for the first time in your life. Like-”

“Like what?”

“Like you actually gave a damn about me! And now- now you’re just being an ass. You’re running away from me and I think it’s got something to do with that time at Emily’s.”

Once more, silence hovered over the pair of you, which only indicated to yourself that you had hit the hammer on the nail with doubtless precision.

"Why don’t you just tell me what’s really going on?” You practically pleaded, fingers winding their way around his big wrist. His skin was burning hot, but you refused to let go.

“You wouldn’t understand, y/n. You don’t do weird, remember?”

“Why? Because I’m human? Let me try to do weird for once! I’m learning to...” You hummed under your breath, voice catching in your throat. This felt helpless to you. “Jacob, I don’t want to run away from this any more. I’ve come to terms with what you are and I’m staying, regardless of what you assume I think and feel about you.” It was tender the way that you spoke, an ardent edge that breathed forgiveness from him. You really did want things to work out between the pair of you. All of this arguing and avoiding made your heart ache for your Jacob.

"It’s not that.”

“Then what is it?”

“It’s because I literally hate the fact that I love you so much and you’ll never love me that way back.” There was so much defeat weighing on him that his head and shoulders slumped forward. He still hadn’t dared to face you, though the tremors running up and down his limbs had halted to a soft and slow vibration. He was cooling off. Finally.

In all honesty, this had definitely not been what you were expecting to come flying out of Jacob’s mouth. It left you silent and dumbfounded, mouth dry and agape. “Y-you l-love m-me?” You stammered breathless, fingers tightening around his russet wrist.

“See? This is exactly the reaction I was expecting!” His defenses came clamoring up in order to keep you out. It was exhausting trying to swim against the torrential waves.

"No, Jake, shut up for once! What do you mean that you love me?”

“Just forget I said anything...”

“No!” You tugged on his wrist harder, alerting him finally that you were touching him. He turned to face you, large deep eyes staring into yours with a pained expression. Being this horrible to you, pushing you away was also causing internally emotional damage to him also. “I’m not gonna forget what you said. Jake, you owe me an explanation. I don’t know what happened in the space of these past two weeks you’ve been avoiding me, but being away from you has been painful. It’s like I’ve been drowning without you. The whole time all I kept thinking is that I’d done everything wrong.” You hadn’t even realized there were tears in your eyes until they spilled over and down your cheeks. You batted them away impatiently with your free hand, anger now directed at yourself. “I’m so sorry for- for not having taken your shift well and for freaking out the way that I did. I’m just not good with surprises. But I just wanted you to know that I’ve never stopped loving you and I never will. I’ve always loved you, Jake.”

Awe struck itself across Jacob’s face as he stared at you whilst you cried in front of him. His head cocked to the side momentarily as he blinked a few times. He certainly hadn’t expected that! What did you mean you loved him? How could anyone love him when even he hated the fact that he turned into a werewolf? This didn’t make any sense to him, but it did fit together nicely with what all the other members of his pack had told him.

You were his imprint and these entire two weeks he had been avoiding something he simply could not avoid. Man, he suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of guilt bombard his heart and stomach, leaving him nauseous and unsettled. He’d really put you through the ringer for the past fortnight when really all you had done is react like any sane human would have. He even knew that he’d have reacted as you had. Even when he had shifted for the first time, mixed with all the pain and terror was the thought that he was truly going insane, so in the end, the boy couldn’t blame you for not handling things as well as Bella Swan had. Bella had been immersed in the world of the supernatural far longer than even he himself had. She’d always been odd like that, a danger magnet. The way you had reacted was simply rational, a logical factor of your fight or flight mechanism having kicked in.

The large calloused pads of his thumbs dotted and then pressed softly under your eyes, swiping away your tears with the delicate movement of a feather. “I don’t know what to say...” He stated just above a whisper before he sat on top of his small bed, his chocolate orbs now staring up into yours. Naturally he pulled you into his lap, his embrace hot as you tucked your face into the crook of his neck, the heat of his russet skin drying your tears instantly. “Don’t cry. Please? I hate it when you cry.” He pleaded into your shoulder, hands finding their way underneath your raincoat. He made quick work of rubbing your back soothingly, an action that he knew helped to calm you.

“I’m just not good with the idea of fate and soulmate stuff, y/n.” He hummed sincerely against the fabric of your jacket as he brought you much closer to him. The feeling felt warming, as though you were finally back home. It caused your heart to skip a beat and a sob to rake through you. This felt natural, as though it all made sense to you now.

Since no answer fell from your lips he continued, “I know this is gonna make me sound nuts but- oh hell!” He sounded conflicted as he pulled back from you, his nimble fingers finding their way underneath your chin and tenderly pushing your face up so you could see his reddened face. “Every wolf has what you call a soulmate somewhere out there in the world, but it’s not exactly guaranteed that we’ll meet them. Cheesy I know.” Jacob half smiled at you whilst your brows furrowed in confusion. “From what Sam and Hared have explained to me, it’s called imprinting. When we imprint on someone, it’s like- like you said earlier, we’ve seen the sun for the first time. That person we imprint on becomes our whole world and reason for existing. We have this unbreakable bond with said person. It’s impossible for either the imprint or the imprintee to reject one another. In fact, it’s actually quite painful.” He sighed out, eyes suddenly having dropped their gaze from yours.

“What does that mean?” You inquired softly.

Jacob grinned halfheartedly before he looked into your eyes again. “It means, y/n,” his face leaned closer to you, only milometers away. It left your head swimming with excitement. “that we’re soulmates.”

"Me? I’m your soulmate?” You gawked at him, your pointer finger pointing at your heart. Jacob’s chest rumbled with laughter, your confusion making you appear cute.

“Yeah. And it’s a new thing for me too. I’ve never really believed in fate, hence why I’ve been avoiding you for two weeks. I just hate not being in control of myself. I mean, I never meant to hurt you, you have to know that. You do, don’t you?” He inquired candidly, eyes meeting yours once more and you nodded softly. “Good, because if you didn’t I’d have to kick myself again.”

“You’re mad that I’m your soulmate?”

“Imprint. You’re my imprint, y/n.” Jacob grinned widely as though the sun was gleaming in his bedroom once more. “And yeah, to be truthful, I was. But that’s only because I didn’t want to face it.”

“And now? Do you not want me to be your imprint?”

“Of course I do! I was just being petty. You’re not good with weird, and I’m not good with fate.” To that he rubbed his neck sheepishly, causing you to grin widely and giggle.

“You know, for a six foot seven inch teenage boy who’s built like a tnak, you really have a fragile ego.” This made Jacob tip his head back and laugh in even more abundance.

“Alright, I’ll take that one. I do kinda deserve it.”

“I mean, you really were an ass.”

“Yeah, and so were you.”

“Touche.”

A comfortable silence enveloped you both as you silently grinned down at your fiddling fingers. This whole experience left your mind fuzzy and your belly full of fluttering butterflies. “So does this mean we’re okay not? No more avoiding each other like we’ve got the Black Plague?”

“Yeah, we’re good. No plague included.” He stated with a breathy chuckle, his forehead leaning against yours. His hands trailed down to your hips, thumbs brushing underneath the hem of your shirt in a reassuring gesture.

“Good.” You sighed in relief, smiling like you’d suddenly won the lottery. That’s when you finally took note of how alarmingly hot he was. “Jake?” Concern laced your tone.

“Yeah, y/n?”

“Is it normal for you to feel like you’re on fire all the time?”

“Yeah, that’s unfortunately a wolf thing.”

“Well, that’s certainly gonna come in handy during the winter if I do say so myself.”

Again, as though he could not stop himself, Jacob snickered, wrapping his russet arms around your waist securely, bringing you into his front once more for a tight embrace. This felt like the best feeling in the world, being in his arms. Home. It felt just like the home you’d always dreamed of since you were a little girl. Your orbs began to flutter shut tiredly as your fingers brushed against the base of his neck, the tips fingering through the short hairs on the nape of his neck, a gesture of forgiveness. Peace radiated off of the pair of you as though nothing else mattered in the world. Surely nothing could ruin this moment.

Suddenly, the door nudged open, revealing Billy Black. As if on cue, embarrassing painted evidently on your expression, you flinched out of Jacob’s arms and landed on the bed next to him. The entire movement left him confused until he stared at his father in the doorway with the smuggest grin smacked straight on his face. “Hey, y/n, I see you and Jake have made up. I hope that means that you’ll be staying for dinner. I’ve made my famous spaghetti: It’s a family secret, passed down from generation to generation.” The way this old man was capable of reacting so calmly to any situation was almost laughable.

“S-sure!” You hummed whilst Jacob scoffed beside you, muttering underneath his breath about how spaghetti hardly dated back far enough and wasn’t culturally accurate for it to be true. You pinched Jacob’s arm softly, to which he laughed at.

“Great! Because while you two had your little fiasco I was in there finishing it all up. It’s ready now.” And to that he twisted his wheelchair around and made his way to the living room. “Jake, do you mind plating up the food? Also, can you wipe up that puddle of water on the floor so y/n doesn’t slip?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Jake muttered brazenly, his orbs rolling as he got up off of the bed and followed after his father. You grinned to yourself for a moment as you watched Jacob dash to the bathroom to grab a towel and mop up the water you’d left in your wake of chasing him down earlier that evening before he made his way into the kitchen to dish up some plates of Billy Black’s Famous Spaghetti.

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fixeddawn · 4 years ago

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Boy do I love this blog so, so much.

Was there a New Moon in the AU? Or did Bella put a stop to that nonsense immediately.

(Spoilers for the story Clotho (The Moirai Saga) ahead, beware!)

Edward: "Okay so what had happened was-"

-Bella and Alice appear, shoving him out of the way with a squeak-

Alice: "GURL YOU KNOW HE'S STILL AN IDIOT."

Bella: "I- ugh, I tore him a new asshole when he told me he didn't actually love me, and he got me FUCKED up, but he still left. It was rough, especially when my powers started acting up and I started having panic attacks and meltdowns. The wolf pack over here is a bunch of different families, all somewhat Irish, they're descendants of the people of Ossory. Jakes grand-dad immigrated here in the 60's. Actually, OI, JACOB-"

-Jacob shoves into the room, but knocks his head on the doorframe on the way in.-

Jake: "FUCK. Finally man, the Boyz can talk!

Bella: "Eagan (Embry) Got you saying that now too, huh?"

Jake: "Ye, it's funnier. Anyway, shit happened WAY different than in the original plot line. Bella and I still got to be friends, and she hung out with my fam a lot, we have massive bonfires cause my dads the youngest of eight kids.

I helped her find her own place actually! My auntie had a 2 bedroom 2 bath house for rent cheap and she took it on the promise of painting it and shit. Of course then she got mixed up in all of our chaos, especially with the pub my dad runs in town, we got the Blacks, and the O'Clearys and the Udys, three old bloodlines. Bella actually found out about the pack by accident, I uh...I had a massive crush on her and she wasn't ready and stuff got tense and I just...poof, y'know?"

Bella: -makes exploding hand gesture- "Poof."

Jake: "Paul didn't like it at first but she became a member of the pack, we don't really imprint like...romantically, it's super rare, but mostly we imprint familial-y, Bella kept helping Emily cook and clean up and deal with a bunch of rowdy guys. (we got put to work too, don't worry) And she just meshed. She also became our field medic. It got so bad that if we weren't at The Farm, we were probably sprawled out on Bella's living room couch and floor, passed out.

Bella: "It was like snow white and the 7 goofy werewolves, it was great. Leah disliked me at first, but she still went through that thing with Sam, so she was struggling. We actually bonded over the whole "Fuck having a supernatural Ex" thing. Girls gotta support each other, you know? She and Emily also made up with a little time. When I was having my nightmares, facing all the shit that was going down alone and helpless, I told her about them. She's a professional kickboxer! She's fucking badass!! I begged her to train me and kept shoving cash at her until she let me hire her. I was USELESS at first, but she ran me hard, and eventually I could even hold my own in a fight against (human) Seth! All the while, Jake here was finding it hard to keep it in his pants, but he was really my rock, I tried to do everything I could to support him through his change and the aftermath, but it...well. You know who I married. -she cringes, Jake puts an arm around her shoulder for a rough squeeze and a small smile, obviously forgiving-

Jake: My crush was hard man, it still is low-key, (J: 👀 B: 😑) but...well, her panic attacks were still coming. And one night we were dancing, and I...well..."

Bella: "We kissed, I was so desperate to move on, feel something else, but I panicked. It wasn't right."

Jake: "She bolted from the party, ran into the woods, I remember screaming, and then this awful earsplitting sound, and a shockwave.

Bella: "....I kinda, blew down like 30 square feet of the forest around me. Thats when I realized all the popping lightbulbs and shaking surfaces weren't earthquakes...but, well, me. It was the worst panic attack I've ever had. So now, my vampire Bf dumped me, my best friend is a werewolf, and I can fuck shit up with my mind on accident when I'm highly emotional. Queue complete mental breakdown."

Jake: "...Then the redhead showed up."

Bella: "Victoria...she killed my coworker, my friend, horribly, gave him the same injuries James did to send the message. We realized she would start going after the people I was close to if she couldn't get to me. I pretty much hunkered down at The Farm after that, the pack did rounds and tried to protect so much land...I was terrified someone was going to get hurt. When she attacked The Farm, we were blindsided. She caught Seth around his chest and almost crushed him. I was terrified, I managed to use one of my "Bubbles" to blow her away from both of us so I could get him to safety and reset his ribs."

Alice: "And all 𝘐 saw was victoria closing in on Bella from above for a third of a second, when she let out her bubble, so, ofc, I thought she was dead and immediately bolted back to Pullman. Everyone else came too, Carlisle, Esme, Emmett, Jasper... We were so shocked Victoria went after her and 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘴.

"We found out, when we arrived at her apartment and she was still alive and being guarded by werewolves, that it was because my dumbass brother never gave her my goodbye letter, and lied to both sides about his intentions for what happened that day in the woods. He told the family he was going to tell her the truth, that he was going to take himself away from the situation and see if she couldn't move forward, if she couldn't have a human life. Not that he was going to lie to her that he "found out it was infatuation and not love" or whatever the fuck the Drama-King decided made sense. -steps hard on Edward, he squeaks mournfully-

"Emmett and Jazz were about ready to hunt him down for not giving her a way to contact the family, Esme was devastated that Bella thought we'd just abandoned her, Rose was...well, rose, and Carlisle and I were dissapointed, (mine was more on the murder side tho.)

Bella: "We really didn't think it could get much worse, but Edward's creative."

Alice: "Rose calls him to tell him Vicky killed Bella, because EMMETT NEVER FUCKING CALLED HER. Edward flies into a fucking rage tantrum and ofc, goes to italy. When I told her what was happening, Bella was 𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥, like, walls shaking, lightbulbs popping pissed, and tbh I kinda wanted to see her kick his twink ass."

Bella: "...The emotions were wild. Rage, betrayal, relief, fear, it was such a jumble. When we got there, saved him, and got passed the volturi, we stayed overnight- well, over𝘥𝘢𝘺 in one of the dorm room things. I was still in my funeral dress and nylons and had lost my shoes, so they let me shower and sleep. First however, I laid into Ed. I wasn't going to carry the weight of "if I accidentally die, I'm gonna be the fuckin reason Edward is taken from his family too." Especially not as a Human. I informed him he was going to come home, apologize, take his lumps, and cope. He was a grown ass man and he needed to act like one and clean up the mess he made."

Edward, from the floor, muffled: "Safe to say, I learned my lesson. My self flagellation and pity-party was immature at best, destructive at worst. I apologized to Bella and my family, and did not yet ask for forgiveness, just for the opportunity to prove that I 𝘩𝘢𝘥 learned something from all of this."

Bella: "...We didn't get back together at first. I couldn't trust him, and he obviously did not trust me or my feelings. But I still loved him. When he was there for me and recognized/supported my autonomy, over a little bit of time I was able to trust him again. I think we both grew a LOT during the experience, and while it sucked the whole time, it was also a catalyst for better things to come. Jake was upset, at first, but we had a long and hard talk. Honestly about what I was able to give to a friendship and if it would be enough for him. He eventually decided, that it was. We still bro's. He even made friends with Edward."

Jake: -Grins and steps on Edwards head. Edward growls and rolls over to drag him to the ground. The boys play-wrestle in the background, though it looks less playful than others. Growling, gnashing, and the word 'fuck' is heard often from the fray.-

Alice: "Idiots."

Bella: "The Cullens and the wolves actually bonded as Esme and Sam strategized about the newborn war. We're not "natural enemies" after all, just smelly to alert the other we're in the area. So Jake and the pack and I are still close as ever. "

"Sorry if this was long winded, but it deserved an explanation! I'm gonna go break the boys up now, thanks for your question!"

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taylizmasterpost · 4 years ago

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TayLiz Returns (August 2011 - January 2012)

Now, Taylor’s music suggests her and Liz got back together and broke up a bunch of times. It’s kind of hard to pinpoint that exactly, since they’re on tour together constantly and can’t really have a break from each other that would be discernable by an outside source such as myself. However, this is the time for it! Time for mess! Time for fun!

9 August 2011 - Speak Now in Chicago. Taylor covers Sugar, We’re Going Down by Fall Out Boy:

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The lyrics that stand out here to me are:

Is this more than you bargained for, yet? Oh don’t mind me, I’m watching you two from the closet Wishing to be the friction in your jeans Isn’t it messed up how I’m just dying to be him? I’m just a notch in your bedpost But you’re just a line in a song

Of course, once again. Taylor could just like the song. But I think it’s interesting.

10 August 2011 - Speak Now in Chicago night 2. Taylor covers I Want You to Want Me:

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This one is REALLY INTERESTING in the wake of Liz’s breakup. Some choice lyrics:

I want you to want me I need you to need me I’d love you to love me I’m begging you to beg me

Oh, didn’t I, didn’t I, didn’t I see you crying? Feeling all alone without a friend, you know you feel like dying

So does Taylor want her back? Or does she just like the song? Could go either way.

16 August 2011 - Taylor goes on a Girls Trip to Charleston with Liz, Caitlin, and a few other friends. Now, in a birthday post years down the line, Liz would reveal that Taylor specifically planned this trip because Liz was having a good time (We’ll get there in Late-Stage TayLiz). This feels like healing breakup blues to me.

While there, Liz tweets about possibly sharing a bed with Taylor again:

Taylor takes some great black and white photos of everyone that will show up in a later photo blog and Liz tweets about how much she loves retro photographer Taylor:

18 August 2011 - End of Charleston trip.

Liz tweets about Taylor healing her heartbreak blues:

That night is Speak Now in Alberta. Arm lyrics: “Find the Grace in the things you can’t change, and help somebody if you can.” Taylor covers Complicated by Carolyn Dawn Johnson:

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Choice lyrics, you know the drill:

I’m so scared that the way I feel is written all over my face We used to laugh, we used to hug, the way that old friends do But now a smile and a touch of your hand makes me come unglued

I wanna hold you close, I wanna push you away I wanna make you go, I wanna make you stay

Another friend tells me that my name is always on your lips They say I’m more than just a friend, they say I must be blind Well, I’ll admit I’ve seen you watch me from the corner of your eye

What an utterly appropriate post-Charleston trip song.

19 August 2011 - Speak Now in Alberta. Arm lyrics: “Hey brother, we’re all learning to love again.” – Mat Kearny’s Learning To Love Again.

22 August 2011 - Taylor posts “The Charleston Photo blog” on MySpace, featuring pictures from the Charleston trip:

So, clearly, they had a good time.

23 August 2011 - Liz quote tweets Taylor about the Charleston photo blog:

27 August 2011 - Speak Now in LA. Taylor covers Bette Davis Eyes:

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Now, not only is this an EXTREMELY GAY COVER considering it’s about how beautiful a woman is, but Bette/Betty is a popular nickname for Elizabeth. And just look at the lyrics:

And she’ll tease you And unease you All the better, just to please you She’s precocious And she knows just What it takes to make a pro blush

IS THIS NOT EXACTLY WHAT’S BEEN HAPPENING EVERY NIGHT DURING BETTER THAN REVENGE? TEASING? UNEASING? MAKING A PRO BLUSH??? Hmm, Taylor, what an interesting choice of a cover in the wake of the Charleston Trip...

It’s worth noting that Liz also grew up in the LA area, making this even more special if it is about Liz.

5 September 2011 - Taylor and Dianna Agron meet for the first time at the Fairfax Flea Market after being introduced by mutual friend, Ashley, who was working for Dianna’s hairstylist at the time. Dianna had lowkey outed herself that summer with #Shirtgate and considering all the mess going on with Liz, it’s possible Ashley (among Taylor’s other friends) were looking to introduce her to someone else.

8 September 2011 - Taylor diaries about writing Red the previous day and then recording it:

In a later interview, Taylor described Red like this:

“So this is a song that I wrote about the kind of relationship that is both the best thing and the worst thing at the same time and that’s why you can’t forget about it. It’s called Red.”

So, I have a two big theories about Taylor writing and recording Red at this point in the timeline:

1) TayLiz have IMMEDIATELY broken up again after the Charleston trip, and that’s why a mutual friend decided to introduce Taylor to Dianna.

2) Taylor and Liz are about to get back together again, and Taylor writes Red as a way of looking back on what she had with Liz back in 2009 before diving into a relationship with her again.

I’m leaning towards 2, but 1 could be true too. Who knows?

13 September 2011 - Rodarte show at NY Fashion Week. Taylor is interviewed by Vogue while there. She says there’s “just been this earth-shattering, not recent, but absolute crash and burn heartbreak” and that that’s what the next album is about. This really makes me think TayLiz breaks up IMMEDIATELY again after Charleston.

Taylor also gives these four things she’s learned about love and life recently:

Number two and four read like Jake shade to me.

16 September 2011 - Speak Now in Nashville. Taylor brings out Hayley as a special guest, they sing “That’s What You Get.” Hayley would later say she was surprised Taylor didn’t ask for Misery Business as That’s What You Get wasn’t one of their more popular songs at the time. (Keep in mind this is the song TayLiz jammed to years ago at the Paramore concert):

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This song makes me think there’s a lot of back and forth happening between TayLiz right now if we look at it lyrically. However, things could be great in TayLiz land and Taylor just chose to perform this song because she knew Liz liked it.

19 September 2011 - Liz performs Jenny Turn Around with Tyler Hilton after Speak Now in Nashville. Tyler tells a story about how he went to the TS concert just before and Taylor had said that her and Liz both really love this song.

29 September 2011 - Liz tweets about crying to the song “The Heart Won’t Lie” by Vince Gill.

And thus, the back and forth continues.

16 October 2011 - Taylor recommends Liz’s YouTube channel and she gets an influx of subscribers:

30 October 2011 - Taylor diaries about being sick on tour, getting Meredith, and having written two songs in the last few days:

This usually signifies there’s a lot going on for her emotionally, although it’s hard to tell what since we don’t know which songs these are. (My best guess might be Treacherous??)

31 October 2011 - Liz tweets about getting married.

Taylor posts a photo of her, Liz, and Caitlin on Instagram:

8 November 2011 - TayLiz have a “soul feeding time” together:

9 November 2011 - Taylor posts a wedding dress train picture to IG with the caption “Dress train…”

12 November 2011 - TayLiz flirt more onstage during BTR:

18 November 2011 - Speak Now in Columbia South Carolina. Arm Lyrics: “Where would we be today, if I never drove that car away?” These are from the song “Don’t Think About It” by Darius Rucker. The lines before this go:

When we make choices we got to live with them Heard you found a real good man and you married him I wonder if sometimes I cross your mind Where would we be today If I never drove that car away?

To me, this plus the dress train pictures reads as Taylor’s reaction to Emily getting married the following day.

19 November 2011 - Emily gets married. TayLiz are papped leaving a restaurant in London:

27 November 2011 - CMT Awards in Nashville. Taylor arrives with Liz and others.

1 December 2011 - Taylor shoots her vogue cover where she cuts her bangs at the Bowery Hotel. Her band (including Liz) comes to support her and her and Liz take a photo with their matching hair:

13 December 2011 - Taylor’s birthday. She’s recording something in the studio and posts a photo to tease the Red album (presumably she’s already titled it at this point).

Here are some pictures from the party:

22 December 2011 - Safe and Sound is released. TayLiz both tweet about it:

Taylor also posts about it on IG:

IN CONCLUSION: After Taylor pursuing her all summer, and Liz’s breakup with Jason, TayLiz took off again. They (maybe) shared a bed during Charleston, and Taylor certainly seems to have covered Bette Davis Eyes with her in mind. Their relationship is a little less obvious than they were in 2009, but that makes sense, considering the way Taylor has skyrocketed in popularity since then. Of course, they still are going to have some problems...

TayLiz Breaks Down (January 2012 - March 2012)

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guymaito · 4 years ago

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For the ask thing :3:

Top 5 animals? Top 5 fav/comfort movies? Top 5 fav cartoons/shows?

I’m honestly glad to know theres other people including you who actually like Pakku and his character :3 Yes he was a completely asshole at the start but he did change, it’s just that it was so subtle that not everyone saw it

Also random song associations with characters:

Fighter by Jack Stauber reminds me very well of Piandao, Pakku, and Jeong Jeong as their younger selves during the war.

Why do I associate Grace by Lewis Capaldi with Bumi? (the music video tho would give more context to why it might make sense)

Oh Klahoma by Jack Stauber reminds me of Piandao and his overall anxieties for his partners.

Consider some of these songs as sorta song recs? Idk but still :3

1. Giraffes!! the reason why their tongues look like That is cause of extra melanin and to prevent sunburn!!

2. Seals!! there are 33 different kinds of pinnipeds and there over 50 extinct pinnipeds

3. Dogs!! they can only see in shades of blue and yellow, so bright red roses look yellowish brown and lively green grass look dehydrated and dead

4. Crows!! a group of them are called a murder

5. Cows!! they’re actually colorblind, they can’t see red specifically, so male cows, bulls aren’t getting mad at the color, they’re getting angry at the movement

1. The Losers movie from 2010, it’s a action mystery movie about Clay and his team that are a part of an elite US Special Forces Unit and are approached by a mysterious woman to exact revenge on their handler, Max, who betrayed them and just,,,the characters, CHRIS EVANS, jake jensen and all of his kinda weird glory, THE ELEVATOR SCENE, also cougar!!

2. Captain America and The Winter Soldier movie, it’s a action movie, which makes me realize that a lot of my faves are prolly gonna be action something, but anyways, it’s about Steve Rogers, who now lives in the nation's capital as he tries to adjust to modern times. An attack on a S.H.I.E.L.D. colleague throws Rogers into a web of intrigue that places the whole world at risk. Joining forces with the Black Widow, Natasha Romanov, and a new ally, Sam Wilson, Steve struggles to expose an ever-widening conspiracy, but he and his team soon come up against an unexpected enemy. oh my god,,,just,,,the fight scenes, the running scene at the beginning of the movie, steve meeting sam that way, just everything!! this was also my introduction to marvel so in my mind no other marvel movie can live up to this (other than spiderman away from home)

3. Spiderman Far from Home, again, it’s a action movie, i’m not gonna explain this cause the post is getting long, but!! mj and peter!! just,,,all of their scenes!! also jake gyllenhaal!! the fight scenes!! the soundtrack!! everything about it is amazing!!

4. Thunderforce, again, i’m not gonna explain, it’s an action adventure and comedy movie (ofc it is look at the other 3 🙄 /s), the relationship between lydia and emily!! the relationship between lydia and emily’s daughter!! the humor!! the fight scenes!! the soundtrack!!,,,,just everything about is good despite the bad ratings

that’s more like a top 4 than a top 5 but that’s like,,,,all the movies i genuinely like and will rewatch if given the chance and for that where’s a honorable mention: Hamilton (the movie version on disney+ that came out i think nearly a year ago), the soundtrack is amazing, the characters are better, got some funny moments and is mostly historically accurate, like yeah angelica did forget her name cause at the time of her meeting alex ham, she was married to a man named john church (or something church idk) so her last name was church but she introduced herself to alexander as angelica schuyler, not angelica church, so in satisfied she was telling the truth about forgetting her own name, but in the same song she said that her father had no sons even though the real angelica had 3 brothers.

1. Avatar the last Airbender, ofc or else i would have a blog (mostly) centered around it and it’s sequel /s but fr though?? it’s such a good show!! zuko’s redemption arc, iroh’s redemption arc (even though his more subtle than zuko’s) , aang!! love him and his character so much, especially when he gets to be a sassy little shit, sokka and his shit humor and brains, katara, toph, hakoda and HIS shit humor, the fight scene with hakoda (he fights kinda like a waterbender, using his opponent’s momentum against them), bato and his lovely, lovely voice, piandao, aang going ‘how about he get on YOUR back and you can fly us to the south pole’ or something like that to sokka after he complained about appa not flying higher, the boiling rock episodes, hakoda apparently being a good dad but a shitty prison riot starter (love that for him), just!! atla is such a good ass show, im not changing my mind. also!! i like the way they introduced ozai, not showing his face but still presenting him as not only a shit dad, but a shit person as well, like up until book three, we only saw him like, the neck down and in like, a flashback or two (i don’t really remember how many flashbacks ozai was in actually cause it’s nearly been a full year since i last watched it) and that’s it, so it made seeing his face for the first time all the more better cause you was already like ‘what the hell does this shitbag look like’ and then you see him and now ur like ‘oh!! THATS what he looks like!!’

2. The Legend of Korra, again, ofc or else i wouldn’t have a blog (mostly) centered around it and it’s prequel, just,,,,korra’s arc from being hot headed to calm is fantastic but also sad considering the way she went from that to this, korra’s book 1 character!! for whatever reason i really like b1 korra, just,,her design, her hair style (even though she had it for nearly the entire series) just!!! book 1 korra <3, also the entirety of book 1!! just amon posing as a anti bender nonbender despite being a waterbender himself, the scene where tenzin and his kids nearly lost their bending, which would’ve meant that, if tenzin did lose his bending but his kids didn’t, that would’ve meant the strongest airbender would’ve been his 11 year old daughter, the gruesome way to end the season finale episode by doing a murder suicide which was dark as fuck for what?? a kids show??, also the villains in this show!! their good as hell!! the backstory of the red lotus and how and why they were created?? amon and his anti bending?? kuvira and her plan to basically rule the earth kingdom (idk i haven’t finished book 4), unalaq and his spiritual stuff and wanting to become a dark avatar and fusing with vaatu?? also!! the other disturbing scene of korra basically getting tortured near the end of book 3, i mean?? it deadass left her hella traumatized and unable to walk, again hella dark for a fucking kids show

3. The Walking Dead, even though i haven’t finished it or watched in like, 4-5 months, i just,,,the way the presented negan!! practically foreshadowing him the entirety of season 6!! him appearing at the very end of the season 6 finale and pretty much having an entire episode dedicated to him in the very beginning of season 7 (which is why some fans argue he was introduced in s7 not s6 cause of the fact that he didn’t show up until the very end of the s6 finale but had an entire episode with him in it in s7, while others say vice versa cause the very the first time we see him was in s6 not s7), the fact that the walking dead logo was getting progressively more and more decayed as the series go on?? the fact that the WALKERS (the zombies) are getting more and more decayed as the series go on?? dale’s death scene?? shane’s death scene?? negan’s relationship with rick’s daughter?? the fact that this show also has what?? 11, 12 seasons?? which reminds me that i’m still on season 9 of twd

4. Sabrina the Teenage Witch, just,,,salem and his sarcasm?? sabrina’s aunts?? sabrina herself?? just!! everyone is just so fucking funny in this show it’s unreal, specially salem!! a lot of my favorite scenes have salem in them, the ‘are you on a women’s chat room again?’ (or something like that) and salem saying ‘i like the attention’ in response, that one harvey and salem scene that i don’t know how to describe without turning this into a giant paragraph like the ones before this one

5. blue’s clues, it was my favorite childhood show and i love the reboot of it so much!! especially p for pride moment in that song i don’t remember the name of, blue themself!! steve leaving which was sad but getting an equally amazing host in the process?? amazing!! the scene where salt and pepper introduced their baby, paprika?? just,,,it’s such good show and i loved it when i was younger and i still love it now!!

#asks #moots #piandao was in what? two episodes?#but do i still love him? i do no doubt #oof i really need to catch up on twd #long post #this got long as shit oof

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[IDEAS/FACTS] SPELLBOUND 5.0? | to be updated

This is going to be a long list, so I’ll put under a read more. If you have anything to add, let me know!

BROOKE ADAMS

was not a supporter of lohen

did not trust juliette and felt like something was off about her

called spencer babybear

was a fan of jesse

was one of the people that called emily mini keler

was super close to james

was close to valerie

was close to tyler

almost seemed like she had a thing for sam, but that could just be playful!brooke

seemed close with cordelia

the aunt she’s close with is named jemma

thought blake without alcohol is boring

convinced that brooke is bi

she broke up aaron and melanie

used tyler’s crush on melanie for him to do it

was the one that audrey that wyatt slept with alison

had or has feelings for aaron ( this never happened in any rp)

has feelings for wyatt

sort of resented audrey (during the og rp)

was pissed because she either overheard audrey tell wyatt that brooke liked/loved him or wyatt confronted her

she kind of drove a rift in wydrey’s relationship because the two didn’t want to cause her any more pain

this was during the time in the hospital when she overdosed on vervain

wyatt blamed himself

can’t tell if she’s closer to audrey or alison, probably loves samantha more than both of them honestly

kissed aaron during a movie “date”

discovered she had feelings for wyatt when she kissed him during truth or dare

hates ashlee

super close to blake

my dilemma is brodrey’s theme song

had a headcanon that brooke kept sabotaging audrey’s relationships because she had a crush on her

AARON ANDERSON

broke up with his girlfriend because someone else told him too (can you say FAKE)( should probably figure out why he did that)

grew closer to spencer after saving her from some bad college guys

didn’t think she would like him

made audrey apologize to brooke cause he knew brooke wouldn’t have

calls audrey doll

was close to valerie

was close to erica

close to emily

considers wyatt his bestest best friend

considers brayden his boyfriend and will fight tyler for him

really caring towards others

calls emily emsi

calls melanie melly g or melly bear

trying/tried to get melanie back

wanted to be friends with melanie

close to brooke then audrey then alison

doesn’t quite get along with samantha

liked the fact that samantha owned up to being a bitch

knew of brayden’s feelings for audrey and thought he should’ve squashed them

was probably more of a wydrey fan then a braudrey fan

melron is my otp and i considered them locked but now i knind of want melanie with brayden (this is an idea, but they could’ve happened once upon a time)

ever since i thought about it, i can’t stop thinking of why audrey and aaron never crossed my mind. like not in a romantic way, but a rip your clothes off way. like i think they’d have some pretty hot sex. i think that’s why.

used to hook up with rose, stopped when he began dating melanie, did it again once he broke up with her

isn’t sure if he likes brooke more than a friend due to their shared kiss

would date wyatt if he could

SOPHIE BARNES

never had a sophie long enough

CORDELIA BENJAMIN

lost all of my cordelia blogs

when she first arrived, she was slightly cold

i think sam (?) cracked her shell first

is close to melissa

is close to maddison

doesn’t quite get along with blake

is close to samantha

is close to audrey

is close to tyler

is close to carson

had a fling or something with simon

changed during her junior year, must’ve been because she dyed her hair

turns into a vixen when she’s drunk

otherwise nervous to have sex with people cause she can’t control her powers

CARSON BENSON

had sex with a teacher

would probably only stay for that teacher

super close to blake

close to juliette

closer to brooke

did not like audrey at first

audrey accused her of having issues so carson called her rude and said that she didn’t like her

close to cordelia

close to samantha

is a part of the evil genius club

likes erica

is really forward, blunt

ASHLEE BOURNE

ashlee found out she had sisters when she was 12?

she didn’t understand why audrey didn’t like her

but reciprocated the feelings

can’t control the evil in her

misses her father

sees ben as her second father

started a fwb rel. with tyler

grew feelings for him

doesn’t like emily

stopped liking cordelia

hates brooke

considers wyatt a close friend

thinks audrey broke wyatt’s heart

knows that juliette and her tend to bring out the worse in each other but still loves her and wants to be her freind

took april uner wing

took nick under her wing

closer to brayden

doesn’t particularly care for alison

close to rose

likes blake

DIANA BROWN

didn’t have her long enough

ELIZA BURTON

used to be jennifer burton

is a (junior) ronan’s knight

blake tried to drink her blood when they first met

one nickname for blake is psycho

one nickname for blake is monster

eliza wasn’t the nicest

no matter what, she alwasys ends up on blake’s list

it never fails

blake took her off once

had feelings for blake

made out with blake like three times?

prefers allie to julia

is usually caught in the middle of them

is eden’s best friend

has/had feelings for jesse?

was called little bird by blake

was called shorty by blake

used to called blake mr. nerd

was never scared of blake for some reason

this is lowkey all about blake

called tyler mr. dude

hated kailey

tyler showed her how to get other people to do their homework for them

had like 4 friends

DYLAN CARVER

only came to spellbound because of julia

was simon’s mentor

didn’t really like simon at first

told audrey to give simon a chance

hated chloe

found valerie annoying and too talkative

soon grew fond of chloe

they bonded over their crushes hanging out with each other

came to stop julia from doing something stupid

did not expect his sister to come too

always gives girls hickies after dates?

prefers to be invisible rather than noticeable

would probably go back to new york for college

valerie called him mean but said that she likes it

when i say val i’m talking about skye

wanted audrey to ber his campagin member and would run for school or student council president

LILLIAN CARVER

tagged along

would most likely stay at spellbound

DARREN CHEN

feels pressure from his family

can choose his own mate

would probably return to spellbound

loves dancing

is close to audrey

grows close to april

is close to julian

JULIAN COHEN

is dating or dated natasha

these might just be old headcanons from anna

cares for tasha but sometimes feels like giving up on their relationship

was not happy when he found out about blake & tasha

JULIETTE COHEN

super close to julian

went to therapy for her anger management

was cheated on by jesse

grew close to blake and started dating him

had no idea that she fought with tasha over another boy

sam told her about the love pentagon (sam, jules, blake, lindsay, tasha)

secretly hates that blake still cares about lindsay

super close to tyler

close to samantha

CHASE COLLINS

idek

ANNA-ROSE COOKE

has a dark side

refers to adurey as her mom

refers to april as her sister

calls simon chimpunk

REID COOPER

came to

NAOMI DALTON

almost had a thing with tyler

ALEXANDRIA DANIELS

feels superior to julia

JACOB FLETCHER

has a crush on rose

BRITTANY FULLER

used to flirt with audrey

gives no fucks

may grow feelings for rachel?

should definitely have sex with blake

doesn’t know that linds and blake dated

AUDREY GANNER

broke up with wyatt because of what brooke told her

he still doesn’t know exactly why

he thinks it was the rose kiss

finds drinking blood gross

super close to blake

MELANIE GANNER

could’ve had a thing with brayden

was in love with aaron

wonders why tyler doesn’t like her

calls audrey audbo

aaron calls her melly bear, g-money

NICHOLAS GARCIA

was sent to spellbound to spy on april and her pack

ended up growing close to april

things ended cause she found out

now the two avoid each other

dated valerie

still has feelings for her?

doesn’t like james?

sam hates him

close to audrey

close to jake

sam wants to punch him in the face

figured out that val has a daughter?

almost told sam something about val and james

told sam that val had a kid and the father was james

sam did not believe

PAIGE GARNIER

tried to kill a teacher

JENNIFER GRANT

used to be jennifer burton

VALERIE HALE

has a kid with james

melanie considers her her favorite blonde

is dating samantha

used to almost have a thing with brooke?

SETH HAMILTON

idek

don’t think he did much in the other rps

SAMUEL HARRIS

anya is his childhood friend

had a crush on her

MEAGAN HART

likes valerie?

DANIELLA HASTINGS

idek

MAXWELL HASTINGS

probably left

VANESSA HENRIE

thought brent was pretty cool

JAMES HUNTER

has a kid with valerie

has feelings for valerie?

SPENCER HYLTON

is blake’s little sister

was adopted by supernatural parents

RACHEL JAMES

hooked up with wyatt

DANIEL JUNG

we’ll see

JASON KANG

we’ll see

EMILY KEELER

mini keeler

loves coffee

has a crush on aaron?

has a crush on tyler?

hates ashlee

close to audrey

totally steals her clothes

danced with blake at a dance

a version of emily gave no fucks

the only other person that calls blake, blakey bear

was not scared of blake

hates when blake calls her sweetpea

almost shipped them

SAMANTHA KEELER

troublemaker

creator of the EGC

BONA KIM

idek

BLAKE LAWSON

refers to Robbie’s friend group as the “Miller Posse”

didn’t like rachel in a more-than-friend way and found her annoying

everyone thinks that he broke her heart

but he only told her the truth regarding him and her

very blunt

protective of those he truly cares about

slightly scared of carson

thought samantha was really prety

had a fwb with natasha

was in a relathionship with lindsay

still has lingering feelings

audrey was the only other person he told about his relationship

carson knew while it was happening

audrey knew after it ended

only kills people who truly pisses him off

MIN-JOON LEE

idek

JOHANNAH LEWIS

idek

CHLOE MALAWER

had a crush on reid

had a crush on dylan

used to date simon

MADDISON MARTINEZ

idek

ALEXANDER MCHALE

idek

LINDSAY MCKENZIE

used to date blake

SCOTT MENDLER

used to date april

ROBERT MILLER

tbd

ALISON MITCHEL

tbd

ANYA MOORE

tbd

NATASHA MOORE

tbd

KIRSTEN MORGAN

tbd

EDEN NEWMAN

tbd

SIMON NOVA

went on a date with audrey

kissed her

kissed april

was roommates with chloe due to a mistake

dated chloe

is in a love/hate relationship with april

dylan was his mentor

had a thing with cordelia

maybe went after brittany

likes older girls

APRIL PICKETT

no one knew she was also half-demon until her sophomore year

hates simon

likes simon

hates chloe

likes chloe

loved nick

dislikes nick

enemies with melissa

enemies with brooke

thought she was straight until she met julia

close to jennifer

close to mal and jojo

grew close to darren

started trusting scott again

kissed simon

was nicknamed wolfy by sam

calls sam witchy

JESSE PIERCE

prefers natasha to jules

was nosy about blake and jules relationship

kept provoking blake

thinks julian sucks and that he would be a better boyfriend to tasha

was close to brayden

KAILEY PORTER

brooke’s cousin

gives no fucks

once got drunk and made a sex tape with valerie

caused samantha and valerie to grow apart

audrey supported the val and kailey ship

grew close to robbie

BRENT PRESCOTT

one of the ronan’s knights

CHRISTOPHER REED

was changed by alexandria

has a crush on anya

WYATT REED

used to date audrey

she broke his heart

was heartbroken when she started dating brayden

slept with valerie

slept with rachel

NICOLE ROSENBERG

idek

TYLER SMITH

is a player

feels like everyone will leave him

has a little sister

dated erica

dated brooke

almost had a thing with naomi

went on a date with chloe

is rose’s husband

likes melanie or liked her

conspired with brooke to end melron

ROSEANNA STEVENSON

kissed wyatt

used to have sex with aaron

has feelings for jake

doesn’t like alison

didn’t really get along with audrey

considers tyler her husband

was one of the firsts to find out that spencer was blake’s sister

was willing to help her

KYLIE SUMMERS

idek

ERICA TODD

dated tyler

addicted to candy

close to carson

close to juliette

close to audrey

close to aaron

close to samantha

close to brooke

close to spencer

dated noel jones

ISABELLA VEGA

got attacked by robbie

MALLORY VINCENT

idek

CHELSEA WARD

doesn’t want to be invisible anymore

BRAYDEN WESTERLY

could’ve had feelings for wither melanie or ashlee

been in love with audrey

ignored audrey during the first rp

was a great boyfriend during the second one and etc

audrey is his oldest friend

died and became a whitelighter

aaron’s boyfriend

but also tyler’s

used to be called apples by samantha

NATALIE WOOD

idek

JULIA WOODS

was the “ghost” that paige saw

STEVEN WU

idek

CALEB YOUNG

idek

#ref: spellbound #neverbeenbroken #out of magic #this helps me weed out those that dont' have plots

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The One Who Worries

Writer - @dammntwilightsaga Requested - no just one to start off the blog - Send me Requests!!

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Disclaimer - I do not own any of The Twilight Saga’s characters and/or ideas all credit goes to the creator and producers of Twilight (I actually watch the scene I use from the movies on YouTube or another source to get the dialog right. Although I may switch up who says/does what for purposes of the imagines, I do not own any of it.)

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Summary – Paul’s imprint is 7 months pregnant with their first child and when she feels slight discomfort Paul instantly assumes the worse Warnings - Paul’s short temper, probably swearing, probably exaggerated feelings of a baby kicking (I’ve never been pregnant so idk lol)

POV - third person; set in New Moon Pairing - Paul Lahote x Pregnant!Reader (she/her pronouns)

(Y/H/C) your hair color (Y/E/C) your eye color

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A/N - Request are open :)

The (Y/H/C) haired, (Y/E/C) eyed girl sat in the dinning room of Emily Young and Sam Uley’s home. The two girls were talking absentmindedly while Emily, who was dressed in jeans and a flannel top, cooked homemade muffins for the expected pack members that were returning at any moment. (Y/N), the imprint of the pack’s third-in-command, Paul Lahote, sat at the dinning room table picking away at the banana bread her close friend had made earlier in the day. Her gray t-shirt was pulled taunt of her swollen belly, light-washed skinny jeans gripping her legs, her shoes left at the door as her feet were propped up on another chair.

“You’ll have to try it! It’s amazi-” She had cut herself with a low hum of discomfort as the baby growing within her kick with all its might.

“Are you alright?” Emily asked the girl, dropping what she was doing and making her way over to her close friend, who was now over seven months pregnant.

“Yeah, he just kicked a little harder than usual.” (Y/N) laughed lightly at how quickly her friend grew concerned.

“Don’t laugh at me. You know Paul would get me if something happened to you or her.” Emily quickly joked back as she returned to her forgotten muffin tin. (Y/N) only rolled her eyes playfully.

The entire pack went between calling the baby a him or a her as Paul and (Y/N) had wanted to keep the gender a surprised until they were born. Something the (Y/N) was buzzing from excitement over it, not only because she wanted to meet her baby but because the baby did not appreciate its confined space and loved to kick its mother at all times of the day.

Suddenly, a whistle filled the calm air followed by Jared and Embry’s voice. Although both girls were happy to see the return of the two, their smiles were slightly smaller than normal as neither of their imprinters were with them. The two boys came through the door and shockingly went right for the muffins Emily was setting on the dining table.

“Are you boys hungry?” Emily asked as she set the platter down.

“Like you have to ask.” (Y/N) laughed, commenting on Emily’s question. Jared, who had took the seat next to her, shoved her playfully, mumbling a quiet whatever. Embry, who was across from them, laughed at the interaction as he shoved his face with a warm muffin.

“Who’s this?” Emily asked, pulling everyone’s attention to the dark haired, dark eyed, pale looking girl who stood at the door. She was trying hard not to stare at the scars that marked up Emily’s face.

“It’s Bella Swan. Who else?” Embry called out.

“So you’re the vampire girl.” Emily said looking her up and down as the three at the table snickered at the interaction.

“So you’re the wolf girl.” Bella stated trying to create an interaction, feeling awkward. Emily giggled slightly before responding.

“I guess we both are.” She gestured to the other girl in the room, “Well, we’re both engaged to one.”

“Yeah but this one also got knocked up by one.” Jared added and pointed with his already half eaten muffin at (Y/N). The girl only jokingly rolled her eyes at the comment as she watched Jared go to grab another muffin, only stopped by Emily’s grip on his arm.

“Save some for your brothers and ladies first.” She hit the middle of the two boys’ back, pushing them forward slightly as she looked at Bella, “Muffin?”

“Umm sure thanks.” She stepped towards the platter, grabbing a muffin. She then stepped away from the table, nearby the stairs behind (Y/N). The tension the room held was almost unbareable.

“Leave it to Jacob to find away around Sam’s gag order.” Emily said to no one in particular as she turned around, returning to her cooking and baking. Bella quickly defended her long time friend,

“Umm, he didn’t say anything to me.”

(Y/N) turned around in her seat to look towards Bella. The girl’s eyes immediately gawking at the beautiful round bump (Y/N) supported. Embry broke her out of the stare as he spoke up.

“It’s a wolf thing. Alpha’s orders get obeyed whether we want them to or not. Oh, and check it out. We can hear each others thoughts.”

“Would you shut up?” Jared exclaimed, shock at his friend willing giving away their abilities to their sworn enemies for centuries, “These are trade secrets, Dammit! This chick runs with vampires!”

“You can’t really run with vampires ‘cause they’re fast.” Bella responded almost nervously, nevertheless, a smile on her face.

“Yeah?” Jared cocked his head slightly to his right, leaning forward to emphasis his point, “Well we’re faster.”

“Freaked out yet?” He raised his eyebrows, (Y/N) looked at the girl that Jacob has talked about nonstop waiting for her response. Bella shook her head before responding.

“You’re not the first monsters I’ve met.”

“Well they are the better ones.” (Y/N) said under her breathe as the two boys snickered being the only ones who heard it with their super-hearing.

“Jake’s right. You’re good with weird.” Sam said as he walked in, eyes locking with the leech-lover, as the boys call her.

The room fell silent as they all watched as Sam went over to his fiancé. He immediately took the smiling girl into his arms, peppering kisses all over her face and neck, the two giggling lightly, lost in their own world. No one could fight the smile that broke on their faces as they watched the interaction, the two in total joy.

After a moment, (Y/N) wanted to stand to clean her dishes. She put one hand on the table and the other on Embry’s shoulder, who held onto both her forearms, pulling slightly to her her stand. She pushed in her chair, grabbed her empty plate, and walked - wobbled - to the kitchen sink.

The banter between Paul and Jacob caused (Y/N) to stop her actions, turning around and watched as the two walked in, shoving each other jokingly. Paul was the first to enter, instantly strolling over to the mother of his unborn child, trying to ignore the presence of the vampire lover in the room still.

“How are my beautiful girls?” Paul whispered leaning down to put a kiss to the forehead of his imprint, both his hands rested on (Y/N)’s tummy.

“Me and him are doing just fine.” She emphasized the word him as the two continuously disagreed over the gender of their baby. (Y/N) thought it would be a boy, who’s strong and handsome as Paul and Paul thought it would be a baby girl who would be just like his mother: smart, beautiful and caring.

“Glad to hear it.” Paul responded, turning back to the table to eat some of the wonderful food set out by Emily. (Y/N) returned to the sink, continuing to clean the dishes in it. Jacob and Bella walking out the home, he was most likely off to explain the shape-shifting abilities the Quileute tribe held.

Suddenly (Y/N) made a very audible moan of pain, the growing baby kicked with what seemed like both its legs and all of its might, probably a reaction of hearing its father’s deep, rough voice. The kick so intense to a point where (Y/N) bent over the sink, one arm wrapped itself around the lower portion of her belly and the other gripped the edge of counter as the after shocks still twitched throughout her entire body.

Paul, hearing (Y/N) groan in pain and feeling his imprint's pain, quickly returned to her side.

“(Y/N)? What’s wrong? Tell me how to help.” Paul rushed out. The worry evident in his voice to everyone in the room.

“I’m okay.” (Y/N) breathed out, the pain still there, especially in her back, but it was tolerable.

“Are you sure?” Sam asked from his spot, holding Emily who also looked concerned, “We could call Sue. She can probably look you over.”

“Call her.” Paul said at his Alpha and friend before (Y/N) could even open her mouth.

“No. I’m okay. Don’t worry her.” She looked over at Sam, suddenly noticing all the worried and concerned faces at her. Sam and Paul looked at each other, obviously communicating.

Call her, Sam. I’m worried for them both.

I was going to anyways. Carry her up to the spare bedroom while I call.

Thanks.

Paul swiftly put his arms behind (Y/N)’s leg and behind her back, picking her up. Her little frame was easy for him to pick up even with the bump.

“What are you doing?” (Y/N) asked confused as Paul carried her upstairs.

“You’re going to lay down. I don’t want you on your feet till Sue makes sure you’re okay.”

“Paul. I said I was okay. Don’t you dare bother that wom-”

“Sue is on her way! She’ll be here in 5!” Embry yelled up the stairs, cutting the girl’s words off.

(Y/N) glared at her lover as he gently set her on her back on the small bed that was shoved into the corner of the room. He laid with her, one hand placed on the middle of her stomach.

He’s whipped beyond repair Jared laughed out loud

You’re right but I hope she’s okay

So do I, I don’t wanna hear more of his whining

The boys, besides Paul, all laughed loudly.

She or my child are hurt I’m ripping all your throats out.

Paul would never actually carry out that action because he knows it was not his brother’s faults. He just wanted them to shut up.

Watch it. Sam snarled when he heard Paul threatening his pack brothers in his head. Paul audible growled out loud. Loud enough for the pack downstairs to hear him.

“What’s wrong? Is that vampire back?” (Y/N) asked not knowing the conversation that happened in the heads of the shape-shifters, but scared the vampire they’ve been having problems with lately had returned.

“No. Nothing, baby girl. relax.” Paul quickly replied, sensing her anxiousness. She did as he said and relaxed, placing her left hand on top of his that laid on her stomach still as he kissed the top of her head. Paul caught a glimpse of the diamond engagement ring that was on her left ring finger and smiled knowing they would never be apart.

“(Y/N), what’s going on?” Sue Clearwater pulled the couple out of their thoughts, Paul began standing beside the bed to allow her to work. Her long black hair pulled back into a single ponytail.

“I’m fine. Paul’s just scared.” She joked as she sat up slightly.

“You don’t say?” The nurse teased, knowing the protective nature the shapeshifter held for the girl and the girl alone.

“You mind?” Sue asked as she gestured to the expecting mother’s shirt. (Y/N) pulled the gray shirt up as she laid back down.

For the next few minutes, she felt her stomach, asking if anything hurt outside the normal and if she’s noticed any changes lately.

“Well considering you’re coming close to being 8 months,” Sue started pulling her friend’s shirt back down and helped her sit up, “I assume the baby is just moving positions, getting ready to come out soon.” She finished smiling.

“Thank you.” (Y/N) smiled the smile that everyone she shows it to falls in love with it.

“Of course. If anything gets worse call me. If I don’t answer and it’s serious. Take her to the ER.” Sue looked at Paul seriously.

“Will do.” nodding his head at her.

“I’ll leave you two alone. Enjoy while it last, he’ll be here soon.” She smiled as she waved and walked out.

“I told you.” (Y/N) giggled, Paul shook his head as he moved in front of his favorite person, kneeling down as she still sat down on the bed.

“I know.” He put his hands on her stomach once again, her left covering his right one.

“I just worry. You know I’m the one who worries about you. I can’t lose either of you.” He replied looking up at the beautiful girl in front of him

“I love you Paul.” (Y/N) smiled that smile again and placed her right hand on the back of his head, running it through his hair like he likes.

Paul was pretty sure he was falling in love with his imprint all over again when she smiled at him, “and I love you (Y/N).”

the baby kicked for a third time within the last two hours, the couple both feeling it.

“I love you too little one.” Paul laughed looking at her belly before placing a kiss on top of it.

“Forever.”

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crimsonrevolt · 7 years ago

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Congratulations Stacey you’ve been accepted to Crimson Revolt as Walden Macnair!

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Your application immediately drew us into everything that set Walden apart from so many of the Death Eaters we already have, Stacey, and you managed to personify the chilling nature of Walden’s personality to such detail that it was haunting to see. I love all the thought you put into your application and how thoroughly you thought about his background and what might have influenced his decisions. Having him be an executioner is perfect! We’re really excited to see what you do with him! *your faceclaim change to Charlie Weber has been accepted!

application beneath the cut

Trigger Warning: Personality Disorder mentioned / explored in headcanons. Blood / Murder mentioned very briefly in para and questionnaire, but neither are explicitly described.

OUT OF CHARACTER:

INTRODUCTION Hello! My name is Stacey (her/she). I’m 18 years old and in the Eastern Time Zone.

ACTIVITY Generally about 6 or 7. I know expected activity levels are higher/stricter for those with more than one character and think that meeting the activity requirements shouldn’t be a problem.

TRIGGERS *removed for privacy

HOW DID YOU FIND US? I play Gilderoy for those who don’t know, but I think initially I found Crimson Revolt through a post from the promo blog while searching the tags.

WHAT HARRY POTTER CHARACTER DO YOU IDENTIFY WITH MOST? Keeping with the generic response, I have to say Hermione Granger because of her determination and loyalty. She was the “geek / goody-two shoes” of the Golden Trio ( always following the rules, encouraging Harry and Ron to study, etc. ) which is definitely how I feel around any of my friends. From playing a key role in defeating Voldemort to becoming Minister of Magic, I think her character is overall extremely empowering.

ANYTHING ELSE?

IN CHARACTER:

DESIRED CHARACTER Walden Silas Macnair.

Walden: “Mighty” or “Strong fighter”

Silas: “Man of the woods”

Macnair: “Son of the heir”

FACE CLAIM If the Admin Team is feeling it, I’d prefer to use Charlie Weber instead of Jake Gyllenhaal.

REASON FOR CHOSEN CHARACTER For a few months now I’ve been really interested in picking up another muse, but wanted to make sure I had the time to really give them the attention that a new character needs. I was always fascinated with Walden though, especially because I’ve explored him a couple times before in one on one roleplays.

He’s someone who was raised in what I imagined to be a very formal household where absolute perfection was expected of the children, meaning strict manners even with their friends and families. Where the Macnair household may have differed from most other Pureblood families is that when they weren’t entertaining guests or attending prestigious events, the children were expected to be outside getting dirty, causing trouble for Muggles, fighting each other - Samael and Aline Macnair believed that promoting activities like these was the best way to help transform their boys into steadfast men. As a result, the woods will always feel more like home to Walden than any mansion.

Young Walden was a submissive boy easily pushed around by others, however, which angered his father to no end. In an attempt to toughen his youngest son, Samael Macnair resorted to punishments that bordered abuse and included forcing Walden to accompany him on creature executions. The killings became an art to the boy, who began studying magical creatures years before he attended Hogwarts because he enjoyed thinking of new, more satisfying ways that they could be killed. When the Dark Lord began to rise, Walden didn’t need his father’s encouragement to offer his services to the cause.

From the age of twenty to twenty-three, Walden was married to a respectable woman named Emily. After her death, he became absolutely consumed with his work at the Ministry and for the Dark Lord. As he didn’t wish to marry again and had failed to produce an heir, he began to view his work and role in the rising war as his legacy and something that is simply expected of him to fulfill.

As an Executioner, Walden didn’t need to be guilty of anything to spark the stories that he was a sadistic, sick man. The rise of the Dark Lord and unexpected death of his wife only heightened these rumors, none of which he chose to confirm nor deny. He doesn’t care about being remembered for years to come in a positive or negative light, but is simply doing what he feels is his duty as a Pureblood.

PREFERRED SHIPS // CHARACTER SEXUALITY // GENDER & PRONOUNS Walden (he/him) is heterosexual. Considering the stigma surrounding homosexuality during this time period, I don’t see the idea of being with males in any romantic or sexual way as being something he would be comfortable considering or even thinking about. He’s drawn to women with wicked tendencies and an appetite for inflicting anguish, typically those allied with Death Eaters due to his strong dedication to the cause. He’s attracted to beauty and is prone to obsession, often going out of his way to observe the women who spark his interest. He would rather spend his time stalking than talking, but derives pleasure from introducing altruistic women to a darker side of humanity and themselves.

CREATE ONE (OR MORE!) OF THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR CHARACTER:

HEADCANONS

Family: Ruled by a meek mother and detached father, affection was as rare as birthday presents in the Macnair household. From a young age, Walden appeared to have inherited more from his mother than his father, as even in a crowd he basked in his wallflower nature as though he were alone. As a result, his father was stricter with his youngest son than he was with his oldest. On more than one occasion, William would say that he had sacrificed himself to save his brother from a punishment from their father, but Walden liked to think that /he/ had been the one to sacrifice his brother.

Marriage: Similar to his brother before him, Walden’s marriage was arranged by his sixteenth birthday. He was married when he was twenty to a woman who he quickly decided wasn’t the worst choice for a wife. Emily was perhaps the closest he ever came to loving someone before her gruesome death three years later. Official reports declare it the result of an unfortunate run in with an unidentified beast, but the only witness to the accident - Walden - still refuses to speak of it twelve years later.

Employment: Walden succeeded his father as Executioner. When he was only six years old, his father brought him to witness his first execution, which sparked a lust for blood that neither parent expected from their youngest, more reserved son. As he failed to marry and produce an heir as his elder brother did, being the Executioner became a way for Walden to retain the approval and respect of his parents and Pureblood society, hence why he takes it so seriously.

Obsessive Compulsive Personality Disorder: Consumed by details and rules, Walden would rather avoid a task altogether than be forced to complete it imperfectly. His inability to bend his morals causes an erratic temper that, in his mind, would justify violence committed against even an ally if their words or actions inadvertently sparked suspicion. He has a tendency to obsess over his work both as an Executioner and Death Eater, placing a higher importance on such responsibilities than on personal relationships.

Random: Walden learned about poetry from the songs and chants his father used to sing during his executions. As violence was promoted more than literacy in the family, he used to secretly buy or steal Shakespeare books and hide them under his bed to indulge in at night.

Being sorted into Ravenclaw rather than Slytherin was a large disappointment for himself and his family, but not one that anyone dwelled on. “It is what it is,” His father had written to him the next day, and that was that.

As he grew older, Walden gradually began to isolate himself. He still identifies with Pureblood ideals, but has failed to maintain close friendships with those who may have helped advance his place in society or the Dark Lord’s ranks.

PLAYLIST

| Have Mercy - This Old Ark | They kept me in the dark, shouting “One day young boy you’ll be a man and you’ll be guiding this old ark” | Mumford & Sons - The Cave | It’s empty in the valley of your heart | Hippie Sabotage - Devil Eyes | You’ve got the devil in your eyes, you went and took me by surprise | The Shins - Caring is Creepy | It’s a luscious mix of words and tricks that let us bet when you know we should fold | Marina and the Diamonds - Savages | Are you killing for yourself or killing for your savior? | Until the Ribbon Breaks - One Way Or Another | One way or another, I’m gonna find ya’ | The Bright Brothers - Blood on my Name | When the fires have surrounded you with the Hounds of Hell comin’ after you I’ve got blood, I’ve got blood on my name |

AESTHETIC

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IN CHARACTER QUESTIONNAIRE: ♔ If you were able to invent one spell, potion, or charm, what would it do, what would you use it for or how would you use it? Feel free to name it:

Walden’s inner Ravenclaw relished at the question, as inventing something was a fantasy he often entertained himself with as a child. Many years had passed since the nights he spent making lists of potential spells and potions, however, and he could remember only one. “A potion that could make someone invisible for a while would be useful. It could be called ‘Indespectus’.”

♔ You have to venture deep into the Forbidden Forest one night. Pick one other character and one object (muggle or magical), besides your wand, that you’d want with you:

Hogwart’s Forbidden Forest was a scene Walden knew well from his years at the school and the few times that work had sent him back. The word “forbidden” was far too intense for what hid in the shadows of the trees. “I would bring my axe. I haven’t missed a target with it yet,” He answered. Sometimes, he felt he knew the striking tool better than he knew his wand, despite the fact that the latter was meant to be catered to his character. “We work best alone, though. Other people tend to get in the way of getting a job done properly. Sometimes it feels like the axe has a mind of its own, if that’s any consolation.”

♔ What kinds of decisions are the most difficult for you to make?

His first thought was spontaneous decisions, yet the more he considered it the more he realized that most things he did were either upon instinct or pure routine. “I don’t fancy hypothetical questions,” Walden decided. “They’re pointless, really. It’s like… Playing a game and making up the rules as you go, then you never know when it ends. That’s how people get their heads stuck in the clouds.”

♔ What is one thing you would never want said about you?

There was much hearsay already about Walden that floated around, albeit he had never paid much mind to any of it. As far as he was concerned, those who didn’t work gossiped and the cycle was one that was as unstoppable as the cycle of life. “I work hard,” He stated. “I wouldn’t want anyone to say otherwise.”

WRITING SAMPLE:

“That’s enough, Macnair! You’re just being bloody cruel to the thing now,” Dalton laughed. The sound that came from Walden resembled both a grunt and a dry laugh. He swung his axe down heavily again in an attempt to join the multiple slashes into one large cut. “Besides, it’s almost three. Didn’t you say you had somewhere to be?” With one more swing at the dead creature, Walden stepped back to marvel at his masterpiece. Dalton stepped forward to discard the body and he watched intently like an artist that is willing to sell his work only if he can see for himself that it will be displayed properly. His axe in one hand, dripping with thick blood over his shoulder, he started back down the hilltop on which the execution had been executed, the sacrifice had been made. The scene replayed in his mind and he sang to himself - “I’ve reached a place where the willow don’t bend…” When he returned some time later to his secluded residence, just large and new enough to display a stark difference to the wilderness around it, the house was cold and dark and lifeless - just as Walden liked it. In the depths of his personal library, ( an extra bedroom that had been converted to such ), and by the light of thin curtains, he watched the blood dry and settle into the cracks of his palms before scrubbing his hands of a job well done. It was a quarter before three when he decided upon a suit to wear and five minutes before the exact hour when he arrived at the funeral. Immune to the tears and sniffles around him, Walden stood so quietly by his mother’s side that she didn’t know when he had arrived, but in all fairness she likely didn’t know when or how she had gotten there either. She wouldn’t question it, though. Alina Macnair never questioned the way things were. Samael Macnair had inadvertently taught his children many lessons that as adults, impacted them greatly. For example, the songs he sang on the way back from an execution taught a young Walden what a poem was and set the boy on a path of fascination for the art of word that his father swore was to blame for his sorting into Ravenclaw rather than Slytherin, like his older brother. It was the fact that he forced his subdued son to accompany him to his assignments that set Walden on a greater, more dangerous path, however. He adopted an obsession for every part of the process of death that dominated every other hobby of interest. Samael taught his boys that Macnairs took life - they did not mourn it. As Walden met William’s eyes over his mother, they shared a brief moment in which the brothers appeared to silently agree that though six feet under, it was still best not to disobey their father. A familiar sensation in his left forearm broke the gaze. The man’s brother followed him so quietly that Walden didn’t know he had left the burial until he called out to him. “It isn’t over yet, Walden. Where are you going?” He heaved a silent sigh before facing William. He wanted to tell him to stop trying to grow a beard because he looked too much like their father and someone might get confused, he might get confused and - "I know, Will. I have to go to work,” Walden stated blankly. “It’s an emergency.” “Our father’s death is an emergency.” The reply had the potential for some bite and some anger, but it was too soft for either. “This is a real emergency,” He countered coldly. It wasn’t that he was glad his father was dead, but Death was one debt that everyone had to pay eventually. Life went on. He wondered when his elder brother had forgotten that, or if he had never properly learned it in the first place.

Two pairs of the same eyes faced off in the graveyard, a safe albeit still uncomfortable distance from the funeral of the man whose color they had inherited. To Walden’s surprise, William dropped his eyes first and displayed an expression his brother had never witnessed before. His voice nearly croaked when he asked -

“He’s dead. Didn’t you ever love him?”

“No,” Walden answered, quickly and disgustedly as if he were a child being accused of having feelings for a girl for the first time. “Of course not. I was his son - I obeyed him and I was loyal to him, but I didn’t love him. You shouldn’t have either. People don’t live forever.” Then, Walden turned his back on his family, those both alive and dead, to heed the call of the Dark Lord. As he left, he whistled to himself -

“There’s not much more to be said, it’s the top of the end -”

When he returned some time later to his secluded residence, just large and new enough to display a stark difference to the wilderness around it, the house was cold and dark and lifeless - just as Walden liked it.

He ate and showered and crawled into his empty bed, chanting to himself until he couldn’t keep his eyelids open any longer -

“I am going, I am going, I am gone -”

#accepted app

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isthisthingeven0n · 4 years ago

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darkest truths : s.r

returning from his time in prison, spencer joins you and the team on a mission that takes a darker turn than you could’ve imagined. (2k)

darkest truths / brightest lies

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DO NOT STEAL MY WORK - IT IS ALL MY OWN WRITING

Everyone was a tad nervous for Spencer to return, yet despite the team's anticipation to watch him walk through the glass doors to the bullpen, a few kept a close eye on you.

“Todays the day, huh?” Penelope nudges you, snapping you from your deep thought about the situation in hand.

Spinning in your chair, you hum in response. “Yeah, today is the big day.” You laugh lightly, but Penelope as always can see straight through you.

Tutting under her breath, she perches herself on the edge of your desk. “What is it? You didn’t have a fight or something last night?” Penelope asks, but you shake your head.

“No, we, we’re good, I promise you.” You reach out, resting your hand on her arm as you listen to a long sigh of relief from Penelope. “I’ve just got a lot on my mind, but nothing I can’t handle.” You assure her, wanting to move the topic onward.

“Thank the heavens for that,” She rises to her feet happily. “I can’t have my forbidden lovers at a loss.” Penelope dramatically claims before a gasp sounds from her.

Leaning back, you catch sight of the reason for her gasp; Doctor Spencer Reid returning to the bullpen, something no one thought was a possibility for a short while.

“You’re back!” Penelope yells as she rushes over, enveloping Spencer into a tight hug.

Spencer hugs Penelope back, patting her back as he looks over at you with a small smile. You knew he was nervous about returning, he’d been up half the night talking to you over the phone as he rearranged his book collection for the twelfth time.

Quickly, everyone welcomed Spencer back with open arms. JJ was the last to greet him, having a quiet word before glancing over to you. “Don’t leave her waiting any longer, Spence.” JJ mutters to Spencer, patting his arm as she smiles your way.

Rising to your feet, Spencer hovers in front of you. “Welcome back, Doctor Reid.” You chuckle, even after all these years, some things never do change.

“It’s good to be back, Y/l/n.” He tells you, his hand reaching out for yours as he squeezes it lightly. “Thank you for last night, and staying on the phone.” Spencer mutters, feeling you squeeze his hand back for a moment.

“Anytime, Spence. You know that.” You whisper back, hugging him briefly just as Emily emerges from her office.

“I hate to say it now, but we’ve got a case.” She announces, and you all quickly file into the conference room.

Taking your seats, Spencer sits beside you as Penelope places all your files down. “Can’t say this is the warm welcome I expected to be giving to the good Doctor himself but seems serial killers refuse to take a day off.” Penelope states as she picks up her remote.

Shuffling forward in your seat, you watch closely, oblivious to Spencer glancing out of the corner of his eye. Yet, despite your lack of knowledge, Rossi could see it clearly. Spencer could barely take his eyes off of you, admiring the concentration as your brows furrow together, the determination and focus in your gaze as you listen intently to Penelope. Truth be told, Spencer missed it, more than he allows to let on.

“Today you’ll be heading to Beavercreek, Ohio. Within the past week, there have been three separate homicides. All three victims have yet to be identified and were found with eight gunshot wounds, one of which in the head, killing them.” Penelope shudders as you all look through the case files.

“Shot execution-style, efficient.” You comment, looking at the photos of the two male victims found on the outskirts of town, dumped with their ankles and wrists bound.

“Do we have any leads?” Tara asks, and Emily steps in.

“Since we have yet to identify our John and Jane Does, we’re going based on missing person reports within the past twelve months. These victims were all taken and killed recently, so our unsub isn’t keeping them long. Wheels up in thirty.” Emily explains. “Oh, Y/n, mind if I have a word?” She asks, exiting the room as she heads to her office.

“Someones in trouble.” Luke jokes as you roll your eyes, but Spencer glances over as a look of concern crosses his expression.

“It’s fine, Spence.” You assure him. “You go ahead, I’ll be right behind.” You smile to him as he exits the conference room with JJ whilst you make your way over to Emily’s office.

“I know this is Spencer’s first day back, but I wanted to ask how you are.” Emily states as she gathers her things whilst you hover in the doorway.

Smiling softly, you nod. “I, I’m good.” You tell her, but Emily raises a brow, clearly unconvinced. “I promise, Em. I’m doing fine.”

“Okay,” She sighs, walking toward you. “but if there’s any change, you have to let me know, alright?”

“You got it, boss.” You salute to her as you both exit her office, catching up with the rest of the team as you enter the elevator.

Standing in the ME’s office, the sight before you made your stomach churn.

Usually, these sort of sights never had an effect on you, but something this time is different.

“Hey, you okay in there?” JJ asks, resting her hand on your arm as you snap from your daze as you stare at the bullet hole in the centre of the forehead, wishing that it was the only bullet hole on the John Doe.

“Sorry,” You mumble. “lost in thought for a second.” You clear your throat, stepping closer to the John Doe as you bend over, taking a closer look at the bruising on the wrists from the ropes. “So these victims were tied up, restrained and then shot seven times in the torso and once in the head?”

JJ walks over with the ME’s report in hand. “Actually,” JJ trails off and you stand up now, looking at her as her brows furrow. “it says seven shots were fired post mortem.”

“Why would the unsub shoot seven times after their victim was already dead? Seems like severe overkill.” You reason, and JJ hums. “Sometimes not adding up, we better let the others know.”

“Hold on,” JJ pauses, reading further into the report. “it says there’s something on each victim's mastoids.”

Turning around, you walk over and glance down. “It’s the letter T.” You tell JJ as she bends down beside you, taking a look for herself. “Could it be a signature?”

“I’m not sure.” She states. “Let me get the report for our first Jane Doe, see if there’s anything different for hers.”

As JJ exits the room, you exhale deeply and take a seat. “It’s fine, Y/n.” You tell yourself as you rest your hands against the cool metal cabinet behind you as you try to recompose yourself.

“Y/n,” JJ calls out. “we gotta talk to the team, look.”

Passing you the file, you sigh at the sight of what is on the Jane Doe’s ear.

“T & D?” You speak up, and JJ nods. “Let’s go.”

“Truth or Dare.” Spencer states as he stands in front of the boards. “Our unsub is playing truth or dare with our Jane and John Does. Answer truthfully, avoid being shot. Lie, and well.” He trails off as he motions to the pictures behind him.

“Any update on who our Does might be?” JJ asks as Penelope remains connected and the sound of her typing echoes through the line.

“I’ve found a potential match for our Jane Doe. Lucia Hanes, 24, went missing six months ago. On her way home from work but never arrived, reported missing since and never found.” Penelope explains.

“Garcia, can you-”

“I’ve sent you her families details to your tablets.” Penelope finishes before Emily could even ask.

Chuckling to yourself, you open your tablet, looking at the information. “Thanks, Pen.” You call out as you all split up, you and Luke heading to Lucia’s mother's house.

“So, how does it feel?” Luke asks as you pull up outside Marie Jakings house.

“How does what feel?” You question as you walk up the driveway, Luke behind you.

“Having Reid back?” He nudges you playfully. “Come on, he’s your guy, or whatever you two call it.”

Rolling your eyes, you knock on Marie’s door. “He’s my boyfriend, technically.” You comment, knowing Spencer has spent more time in jail than you have officially dating. “But my best friend first and foremost.” You add as the door opens.

“Hello?” Marie answers, crossing her arms as she looks between you and Luke.

“Ms Jakings?” Luke asks as he holds his badge out. “I’m Agent Alvez and this is Agent Y/L/N. We’re here regarding the disappearance of your daughter, Lucia Hanes.”

Marie’s hand rises as she covers her mouth, muffling a sob. “Ms Jakings, I understand this has been hard for you, but we’re only asking for a few minutes if that’s alright?” Your voice softens as Marie straightens up and stifles her sob, allowing you both inside.

Sitting in her living room, you can’t help but notice the pictures of Lucia covering the mantelpiece and as you blink, you can’t help but vision Lucia lying on that metal table, lifeless.

“Thank you for your time, Ms Jakings,” Luke speaks up as Marie sits opposite you, her hands shaking as she picks up her mug of coffee.

“Do you have kids?” She questions, looking between you both.

“I, no.” You stumble over your words as she simply nods.

“So you have no idea how hard this is? Your daughter goes to work and never comes home, and has potentially been a victim of, of a serial killer?” Marie’s voice cracks as tears fall from her eyes.

“Ms Jakings, I’m sorry, I truly am. But right now, we’re just trying to find any connection between your daughter and our unsub.” Luke explains, leaning forward whilst you swallow the vomit rising in your throat. “Was there anyone who would’ve wanted to hurt Lucia? Or had a problem with her?”

Marie hums to herself for a moment before glancing towards you. “No, she, she was a kind person. She studied hard, she was saving up to go travelling. I, I’ve never had an issue with her.” Marie states. “But, there was this incident in High School,” Marie mutters.

“An incident?” You ask. “What, what sort of incident?”

“Well, Lucia and her classmates took part in an online game. She told me it was something everyone was doing all around town.” Marie glances over to the framed photo of Lucia and herself on Lucia’s graduation. “I didn’t think much of it, none of the parents did.”

“What game was this?” Luke speaks up, now taking his phone out to record the conversation between the three of you.

“Truth or dare.” Marie tells you both, noticing the look shared between you and Luke.

“Ms Jakings, I think it’s best if we bring you into the station, for your own safety and we can continue the conversation there.” You explain as you rise to your feet, Marie complying.

“I’ll call Garcia, have her check into the history of this game in the school.” Luke comments as you walk out to the SUV with Marie.

As you all sit in the SUV, Luke pulls away whilst you sit in the back with Marie. “It’s to do with that game, isn’t it?” Marie asks, her voice shaking now as you remain silent. “I knew it would catch up with them.” She mutters.

“Ms Jakings, what do you-”

Before you could finish your sentence, Luke yells as a force collides with the car. Immediately you’re knocked to the side, slamming your head against the window as you faintly hear Luke calling your name until everything becomes black.

PART TWO

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John and I were married thirty years ago today, at 12:30 p.m. to be precise. To celebrate our anniversary and to reflect on what all those years have meant, I am sharing one picture from each year, with commentary.

August 12, 1989, as we emerged from Immaculate Conception Church in downtown Knoxville, immediately after the ceremony. Like any newly married couple, we were starting a journey that we couldn’t have imagined or predicted. We were 23 and 22 when this picture was taken.

April 1990, at the Tidal Basin in Washington, D.C. John and I met at Georgetown University, and lived in Alexandria, Virginia just outside D.C. for most of our first year of marriage. John, who graduated in 1988, was already working as a Federal Investigator and I found a job as Secretary of Georgetown’s Department of History.

Fall 1991. A lot happened in a year and a half! We learned we were expecting our first baby. We decided to move to Knoxville to establish residency so John could attend the University of Tennessee College of Law. We left good jobs in D.C. for no jobs in Knoxville and settled into a two-bedroom apartment, I found a job as Secretary of the Liberal Arts Advising Center. John worked in the UT Traffic Office by day and sold shoes at Proffitt’s (a local, now defunct department store) by night. Emily was born in February 1991, and John started law school later that year. We have never regretted this decision.

February 16, 1992, dressed to go out to celebrate our 5th dating anniversary. We still celebrate that day every year. At this point we were living on a combination of student loans and part-time jobs. John was making fundraising phone calls for Tennessee Right to Life and I was the Foster Care Promotional Coordinator for Sertoma Learning Center. Later that year John started working as a law clerk. Childcare for Emily was cobbled together: my little sister watched her all summer, my grandmother helped once my sister was back in school, I brought her with me when possible, and she spent one day a week in a Parents Day Out downtown. I hated having to leave her.

July 1993, New Orleans, where we were taking part in Katrice and Rico’s wedding. Katrice was one of my best friends in high school. She and Rico are godparents to our oldest son, and we celebrated their son’s college graduation with them earlier this month. What I remember about this day is that I was hot and miserable and suffering from morning sickness. John was getting ready to start his third year of law school and I was preparing to return to grad school and my Graduate Assistant position in the College of Liberal Arts.

May 1994, John’s graduation from law school! I love this picture. We were very popular in law school because students with babies were rare and ours were spoiled by all our friends. Jake was three months old when John graduated. And he was four months old when we found out we were expecting another baby, just days before John took the bar exam. Thankfully he passed and landed a job in Oak Ridge reviewing OSHA regulations shortly afterwards. I was able to quit my job and have never worked outside the home since.

Easter 1995, a classic picture and one of my favorites of all time. Teddy arrived when Jake was 12.5 months old. He had only learned to walk about two weeks earlier. Two babies at once were a lot to handle and most of that first year is a blur.

Christmas 1996. We still had two babies in diapers (and two cribs!) but we also had our first house! A year in a dreadful two-and-a-half bedroom apartment after Teddy arrived spurred us onward to home ownership and we loved our sweet 1940s house in South Knoxville.

Halloween 1997. The kids were two, three, and six. They spent most of their time outside, and I spent a lot of time outside as well, having discovered a love of gardening. By now John had his own solo practice, and I did (and still do) very part-time grant writing and editing for my mother’s non-profit organizing work.

February 4, 1998, John’s 32nd and Emily’s 7th birthday celebration. Looking back now, those years of being overwhelmed by the needs of little kids seem like the golden years. It was hard, but it was simpler.

February 1999. The date is a guess, but this was taken at a restaurant at what was probably a birthday celebration and we have four of those at this time every year. I make a lot of cakes for awhile!

January 2000, dressed for church. Teddy’s hat came from a New Year’s Eve celebration John and I had attended at Club LeConte.

March 2001. And then there were four! The arrival of William was exciting but rough, as I had postpartum hypertension and had to remain in bed for about a month after he was born, with ten-year-old Emily taking care of her brothers when John was at work. We were beginning to be very cramped in our 1400 square foot house and our Mercury Sable. Both were replaced later in the year.

Christmas 2002. When the big kids were little, every December meant a trip to the portrait studio for Christmas pictures to insert in our Christmas cards. By this time I was taking a roll of film with my own camera and then sending triple prints. The closest family members got the worst pictures! Here the kids are standing in front of the house where we had lived for just over a year, a 3000 square foot Queen Anne Victorian built in 1889, in a non-gentrified but walkable neighborhood just a couple of miles from John’s office downtown.

August 2003, the big kids’ first day of school. It was the last year they would all attend St. Joseph School together. Jake was in third grade, Teddy in second, and Emily in sixth, but Jake and Teddy were both homeschooled for their fourth grade year.

November 2004, Lorelei’s first trip to church. We didn’t know it then, but she would be our last baby and the last family member to get to wear John’s heirloom baby dress.

Christmas 2005 marked the end of a hard year that included periods of unemployment, financial difficulties, and John’s hospitalization. Looking back now I can see that it was the only beginning of the most difficult period in our family’s life so far.

September 2006, celebrating my mother’s birthday. This photo includes Ella and Zachary, my sister Anne’s children. Ella is 17 months younger than William and Zachy is 17 months older, and they grew up playing together.

Spring 2007. William is wearing his St. Joseph School uniform. Kindergarten was his only year in Catholic school. He spent the next year at the public school down the street, then was homeschooled for several years while I struggled to figure out why he wasn’t as easy to teach as Jake and Teddy had been. We called the back stairs in our kitchen the “snack steps” because that’s where I would sit the little kids to eat something while I was cooking. You can see evidence in this picture that our old house was starting to crumble a bit.

May 2008, Jake’s graduation from 8th grade, taken next to Holy Ghost Church. We were all smiles, and very proud of Jake who graduated with straight A’s and won some academic awards, but I was putting on a brave face. The day before this I was in the hospital undergoing outpatient surgery after having miscarried our last baby.

November 2009. I’m not sure who snapped this picture of John and me the afternoon of our move into a new home. It wasn’t a happy move, springing from financial necessity of being upside-down on the mortgage of our disintegrating but much-loved Victorian home. But I love that the picture shows us supporting each other.

May 2010, Jake’s first prom. I love this picture for the personality it shows, but also because it was a bright spot in an otherwise difficult stretch where John and Jake (who have a great relationship now) did not get along well at all. Something else noteworthy about 2010 is that it is when I became John’s legal assistant, working from home to run his office.

September 6, 2011. Our rental house had just burned down and we lost almost every material possession. Thanks to the overwhelming kindness of our family and community, we were able to move into the home in which we still live three weeks later.

Fall 2012, Senior Night. John and I are not athletic, and our kids showed no interest in sports until Teddy wanted to play football in 8th grade. It was all new and exciting to us and we thoroughly enjoyed those few years as football parents.

May 2013, Emily’s college graduation. Emily attended Spring Hill College in Mobile, Alabama, graduating with a degree in Creative Writing. We thoroughly enjoyed our many visits to Mobile, where my mother’s family has roots, especially the seafood! Just a couple of months later, we sent another kid off to college as Teddy began his freshman year at the University of Notre Dame.

August 12, 2014, a 25th anniversary selfie. This was taken at Club LeConte, a fancy restaurant on the 27th floor of Knoxville’s tallest building.

July 2015, in a Chicago skyscraper more deserving of the name. We were in town to attend a wedding and to visit Teddy, who was doing a summer internship there.

March 2016, a Spring Break trip to Chattanooga. Traveling was starting to get easier. On our last family trip with all five kids, we had to take two cars and book three motel rooms.

May 2017, Teddy’s graduation from Notre Dame.

March 24, 2018, our first wedding. Jake and Jessica were married at Frozen Head State Park. Six months later, they moved to Nashville.

July 2019, our first cruise. We sailed on Royal Caribbean’s Grandeur of the Seas to Bermuda, in honor of our upcoming anniversary. I haven’t blogged about the cruise but I plan to. It was wonderful and we deserved it.

“[Love] is the unity that binds us all together, that makes this earth a family, and all men brothers and the sons of God.” ~ Thomas Wolfe

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tsgaustintexas · 6 years ago

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24 Hours With: VANNAGRAM & CO

Let’s get one thing straight, Emily Forsythe Shrode’s days are never dull. As the Owner of Vannagram & Co, her schedule is filled with events, styled shoots, client meetings, back-end logistics and much, much more.

We first met over 3 years ago when we teamed up on an activation for Umlauf’s Garden Party and I was instantly impressed with her energy and enthusiasm (and her effortless style). When I learned that she and her husband, Jared, took a sabbatical to visit 17 West-Cost National Parks in #annathevanna, I officially knew I had to make her my friend. Not only is she an absolute ray of sunshine and a delight to spend time with, she works so hard to make sure everything is perfect and stress-free on your event day.

As a new mom, she hasn’t slowed down one bit and is giving us an inside look at how she balances motherhood with the 24/7 hustle of owning her own business. For a daily dose of Emily and the Van Fam, follow Vannagram on Instagram.

5:30am | Wake up to our 8-month-old, Joaquin babbling in his crib. Hideout in bed until his chatting starts to turn into crying, grab a bottle from the fridge and feed him until he begins to doze off, until wake up numero dos.

7:30am | Roll out of bed and prepare breakfast for Joaquin. After what is *sometimes* a long night of interrupted sleep (ahem, an 8-month-old babe who rarely decides to sleep through the night!) this momma makes a matcha green tea latte to get me energized for the day! I used to go straight for the French press coffee, but have recently swapped it with matcha because it gives me more of a clean, caffeinated high versus the caffeine spike and crash that coffee gives. Plus there are loads of antioxidants! I typically make mine at home, but if I dare to venture out, Zhi Tea on the Eastside makes a mean matcha!

8am | Kiss Jared goodbye as he heads off to work! Make my daily to-do list, check emails, send proposals for inquiries that came through overnight, catch up on social media and prepare my Instagram post(s) for the day/week ahead. Right now we have a giveaway going on where we have teamed up with some local brands we love (shout out to YETI, Hotel Ella, Elizabeth Volk Design and Nine-Banded Whiskey) to give away a Texas-sized tailgate-themed prize package for the ultimate game day experience! Check it out on our Instagram and enter to win!

9am - 9:45am | Go for a run to accomplish three goals at once: clear my head for the day, train for the 3M Half Marathon that I am running in January and to get Joaquin to take his morning nap in the jogging stroller. My husband is the real runner of the family, I am just an amateur, but I have grown to enjoy it! I am more of a group workout class kind of gal because it helps motivate me (love my Mod Fitness workouts!) but I recently discovered the automated Couch to 13.1 app to help me train. It is much more manageable and motivating than just trying to go out and run on my own willpower.

11:30am | Arrive at June’s with Joaquin in tow for a lunch meeting with an event planner to chat design details for an upcoming wedding we have on the books. I don’t always bring the little one along, but he tends to be requested when a lunch is scheduled. Before I know it he’ll be walking and on the move, so he will definitely not be allowed to tag along, but I enjoy having him by my side for the time being. My favorite go-to dishes: if I’m being bad then the Fried Chicken Sandwich and if I’m being good then the Matzo Ball Caldo, but both always with their skinny cut frites! :)

12:30pm | On the way to my car, I pop my head in Lucy in Disguise to see if there are any new sunglasses or hats I might need to refresh our prop collection. They always have the most unique items in town!

12:45pm | Head back to the house to put down the babe for his nap. This means time for me to catch up on emails and return any phone calls I might’ve missed throughout the day.

2pm | Site visit at Hotel Ella to discuss where the bus will pull in on the lawn for an upcoming event and any inclement weather plans we need to put into place. We will be posted up this Saturday, October 13th for the last game of their Fancy Tailgate Series. Interested in attending and cheering on the Longhorns as face up against the Baylor Bears? Snag your tickets here!

Photo by Jake Holt

3pm | Second site visit of the day to view a fairly new venue, Springdale Station located on the Eastside next door to Friends & Allies Brewery. I am meeting up with the Executive Director of the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation, Central Texas Chapter to discuss having the Vannagram at their inaugural Backyard Ball event geared towards young professionals. This event will incorporate some of our cities finest restaurants, chefs, breweries and live music to raise money for a cause that is near and dear to my heart. We love working with our city’s non-profits to give back to the community that has been so generous to us! If you are interested in attending Backyard Ball on October 18th, you can purchase tickets here!

4pm | Life can’t be all work and no fun! So Joaquin and I head to the park to do his favorite thing: swing! I pop my earbuds in and hop on a work phone call with an event planner for a corporate event we have coming up to coordinate logistics and any creative ways that we can fully customize the bus to incorporate branding into their client’s activation. If we have an evening event, this would be about the time that I would load up the bus and head out.

5:30pm | If we don’t have an event, I begin to prep dinner while Joaquin hangs out in his jumper and watches me. Making dinner is something that I enjoy doing most evenings. I flip on music and get creative by either semi-following a recipe and adding touches of my own to it. Some of my favorite go-to local blogs I get recipes from are: Gourmamanda.com (who is doing a revamp of her website currently, stay tuned!), Camille Styles’ Recipe Files and The Defined Dish. These days I like to choose recipes that are quick and tasty with little clean up so I am a big fan of anything that can be made solely in a cast iron skillet or on a sheet pan.

Roasted Chili-Orange Salmon with Garlic & Green Veggies via Camille Styles

6pm - 7pm | Dinner, bath time and bedtime routine for Joaquin! Jared and I take turns finishing up cooking our own dinner and getting Joaquin ready for bed. We tag team and one of us puts down Joaquin and the other one handles dinner so that we can eat at a semi-decent hour!

8pm | Finally sit down, eat dinner with the hubs and recap our days.

9pm - 11pm | Tackle any emails I didn’t get to earlier in the day, work on designing photo and GIF templates or putting the finishing touches on a custom backdrop that I am creating for an upcoming event. I always leave my more tedious design work for later in the evening when I can focus and not be distracted.

Vannagram at SXSW 2017 with LeCroix

11:30pm | FINALLY time for me to kick my feet up and head to bed! Wash my face, brush my teeth and flip on my diffuser to put me right to sleep, errr until Joaquin decides to wake me up!

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all of them

Answering all the ones I have not yet.

2: Favourite actor(s)Top 6 Female: Elizabeth Olsen. Saorise Ronan. Brie Larson. Michelle Dockery. Amy Adams. Emily Vancamp.Top 6 male: Chris Evans. Aaron Taylor-Johnson. Jake Gyllenhaal. Sebastian Stan. Dev Patel. Richard Dean Anderson.

3: Favourite genre(s)I really love dramas. musicals. really, I like everything, but I’m not SUPER into comedy.

4: Favourite director(s)This is something I feel like I don’t focus on as much as I need to. So at the moment, I can’t fully answer. I’m not sure.

5: How often do you go see movies in theatres?Because of cost, not too often. Maybe 2 times a year. At least lately.

6: Opinion on remakesI think they can be great. And it just depends how long it’s been since the first, and also if they accept it is a remake. I don’t know how to explain it. But just, it’s a new movie, as well as an old, so it should somehow work within that.

7: Favourite era(s) of filmI’d say right now is pretty good. I’m still working my way back with a lot of classics, but I still say I lean towards the current era more than anything else.

8: Spell your first, middle, and last name out in movie titlessince I don’t put my full name on here, I’ll just do my URL. L - LionI - Ingrid Goes WestZ - ZootopiaZ - ZenonL - Lady BirdE - The Empire Strikes BackO - One DayL - LoganS - SerendipityE - The Edge of SeventeenN - Never Let Me Go

9: Favourite film seriesHarry Potter & MCU. (:

10: Favourite remake(s)Hmm. Well Cheaper By the Dozen was a remake. But my mind just went blank on stuff. So. Yeah. lol.

11: Favourite film character(s)Well, MCU characters are Wanda, Steve, Bucky, Natasha, & Peter P. HP character is Hermione.But otherwise, Nick from Before We Go. Marry Poppins. Adaline Bowman from Age of Adaline. idk, I’m sure there’s a lot more. It’s late. My brain wants to shut off.

12: Favourite movie(s) per genreDrama: Martha Marcy May MarleneThriller: Nocturnal AnimalsAction: Captain America: Civil WarComedy: Psych: The MovieMusical: Mamma Mia

13: Movie(s) you remember as part of your childhoodCheaper By the Dozen of course. Mary Poppins. There was a MyScenes (the dolls) movie I could quote backward and forwards called Jammin’ in Jamaica. That movie was my everything at a time. Jumanji was a movie I watched often with my cousins. And I was never more excited for a movie to premiere than Harry Potter or High School Musical.

14: Movie character(s) you identify withThis is something I really don’t know.

15: Prizes of your movie collectionI don’t really have much of one. So I am sad about that. I do have basically every Disney movie pre 2005 on VHS, so that’s something I am happy to have.

16: Blu-Ray, DVD, or VHS?Blu-Ray. Though I mostly have VHS or DVD. Everything is just digital now

18: Actor(s) you hateI don’t really ‘hate’ anyone, but there are people who do make me not want to watch a movie. And I know I’ve told you them before, and now I can’t even think. I hate my brain.

19: Director(s) you hateSame as above, just not something I have focused on enough to answer.

20: Your pet peeve(s) in moviesMy biggest thing is really obvious overacting. The minute I see it, I’m not as into the movie. It’s just hard to get pulled in. I also hate movies that drag out stuff that does not need to be. Scenes that go on, when they should have ended, and something else could have taken it’s place to actually further the story along.

21: Movie character(s) you have a crush onI am not sure I have time to list them all..... Like too many MCU characters. STEVE. JUST. Bucky. Wanda. Also, Taylor Sloane in Ingrid Goes West. Sophie Sheridan in Mamma Mia. Nick Vaughan & Brooke Dalton in Before we go. Brian O'Conner in Fast and the Furious. John Lennon in Nowhere Boy. I really could keep going on and on. But, I’ll stop. There’s just a lot. (I also had a crush on Kovu from Lion King 2 when I was younger)

22: Last movie you sawI watched Before We Go. Again. lol.

23: Favourite film adaptation of something from another mediumHarry Potter. I think it was amazing from book to movie, and they did such an amazing job with it.

24: Movies you think you probably should’ve seen but haven’t for whatever reason.There are SO MANY. I’d say Mamma Mia 2 is a major one, with how much I love the first movie. And then because of how much I love Saiorse I really want to watch Hanna and The Grand Budapest Hotel. But I have a 100+ list of stuff to see. So...

25: Worst experience you’ve ever had in a movie theatreWell. Once I went to the theater and had a kid kick my chair for the entire two hours. So. Probably that. Or the time the lights went out. That was not at all fun. It was during Indiana Jones 4.

26: People whose opinions on movies you valueHmm. Well I have a few movie friends that I talk to about them, and value. On here, I instantly think of @aliciavikander and Jess (who I think deleted her blog again because her @ isn’t working)

27: If you could make a movie, what would it be and why?I think about this too often, and don’t really want to say, because I do truly believe I’ll write the book one day.

28: If you could adapt something from another medium into film, what would it be and why?Hmm. I once read a book series called Wicked, that I thought was amazing, and could see as a film so easily when I was reading.

29: If you could remake any movie to improve what you felt was wrong about it the first time around, what would it be and why?I think Serena had the most potential. An amazing cast. Amazing filming. It just needed a bit of storyline help. Or a lot. Just changing that would have made such a difference.

30: Movie character(s) you find attractiveSee above question 21.

#jesylnelson #ask

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