#Farris is good Dad

[yougavemeyourheartyouknow]

THEME PARK HEADCANNONS WITH MIGUEL 💕 💕💕

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Based off this post lol

Being completely self indulgent with this one lol. I also think it would be funny if they went to a 6 flags park cuz it’s DC property, lol anyway. Not proofread, no smut but slightly suggestive in one part.

Word count: 800

Masterlist

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✭He remembered how once you made an off handed comment about loving roller coasters and flat rides when you two had first begun dating, and since summer was just around the corner he wanted to surprise you with two tickets to the nearest Six Flags in a state over, wanting to make a whole day out of it, because he’s just a sweet boyfriend like that.

✭He himself hadn’t gone to one since he was in high school before he had his late growth spurt, so he didn’t realize until it was already too late that he was too big for 99% of the rides.

✭It hadn’t occurred to you both right away, you were both waiting in line for a coaster, Batman the ride to be more specific. You both finally got to the front of line after about 40 minutes of waiting, Miguel hugging you from behind as you waited like a stereotypical couple. (When you were single, you despised those couples but here you are now) he wasn't even able to take two steps from the gate until an employee came up to you both. Saying that Miguel was too tall to sit comfortably in the seats and even if he was a few inches shorter, the over-the-shoulders restraints wouldn’t click because of how built his shoulders and chest were.

✭He was a bit upset, the day had barely started and he was already being turned away because of something he had technically no control over. But he didn’t want it to affect the date. So he just walked through the loading station and just waited there. You had initially told him that you weren’t going to get on it if he couldn’t, but he said that you should just ride without him.

✭“You had already waited the 40 minutes muñeca, just go, It’s fine.” He had told you, but he started to regret his words just a tad bit when the ride attendant had sat a group of three college guys next to you. He had to watch silently as the one next to you tried to make conversation. You were always too nice to not engage, and weren’t very good at reading signs when someone was flirting with you.

✭When you finally finish the ride, your face is all flushed , and you're all giggly from the adrenaline pumping in your veins. Miguel made sure that the guy next to you knew you were off limits, pulling you close by your waist and capturing your lips into a wet kiss as you giggled into it. Not noticing the way your boyfriend was glaring daggers at the guy who sat next to you.

✭You were a lot more optimistic than Mig was about being able to get to ride at least one thing with him. But the more times he got denied the more bitter he became, you had to take a break from the rides after one of the works we’re getting “too handsy” with you (he was checking your lap restraint) so as to make sure he didn’t throw it down with a 16 year old worker (it was almost funny how jealous he got at times).

✭If there was anything Miguel could do though, was to win you something at the games. Specifically , one of those gigantic teddy bears you have to hold with both arms.

✭You’ve never wanted to jump his bones more than when he was playing one of those water shooting games with a little boy, and had “accidentally “ missed during the first few seconds so the kid could win the last pikachu stuffy. Admitting to him when you both shared a funnel cake later that you’ve never wanted to make him a dad more than in that moment.

✭And he swears to himself that he’ll keep those words in mind next time you try to reach for the condoms in his dresser drawer.

✭Miguel was sure he wouldn’t be allowed on 99% of the rides, but there was, thankfully, a ride he could go on. The Farris wheel.

✭You both were able to get on just after the sky turned dark, and all the fun neon lights from some of the other rides lit up with perfect lighting as you boarded.

✭You were in awe at all the lights and the sights from atop of the wheel, taking a picture to post on your insta story with 3005 from childish Gambino later. Not even noticing Miguel’s starry-eyed look at you, matching the one you had.

✭Once you two stopped at the top, Miguel couldn’t help but seize the opportunity to be cheesy, and leaned in until his lips connected with yours.

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[clarkes-and-god]

"Vivian, sweetheart, is everything ok? You've not been eating."

"I'm sorry, Mom, it looks really good, but I think I'm ill, it smells weird."

"But you've not been eating properly for a few weeks now, you're worrying me. You know you're not fat, right?"

"I know Mom, it's just giving me a headache, can I please leave the table? I'll make myself a grilled cheese, I'm dying for one."

"Well, we have mac and cheese in the fridge, why don't you just have some of that?"

"Can I please just make a grilled cheese? Mac and cheese is a weird texture, I just want a grilled cheese."

"Warner, you go have your dinner at the breakfast bar, or in front of the TV, wherever you want, ok? Or have one of those ramen packs you like, instead of the spaghetti. Special treat."

"Uhh, yes ma'am."

"Young lady, is there any chance you're pregnant?"

"What? No! I'm not a slut!"

"Vivian, that's not what your mother said, and there's no need to be so uncouth. Have you been with any boys?"

"I mean, not really."

"What do you mean, "not really"? Did you sleep with someone or not? You can't "not really" be pregnant, it's a yes or no question, Vivian."

"Well, there was this boy at Farris's wedding, but I didn't think we... did that. I thought we just made out."

"Girls don't get headaches from the smell of spaghetti because they made out with a boy, sweetheart. Christ, that was what, two and a half months ago? What was his name?"

"Natan, I think. He was blonde and he said he was Mira's cousin."

"I can't believe this, I thought we raised a lady, not a little hussy. I'm phoning Farris now, I'm sure he and Mira will have this idiot's parents' phone number."

"I don't wanna have a baby, Mom. I'm meant to be going to college, I'm not married, I don't wanna do this."

"Me and Dad are going to get this sorted out the best we can for you, sweetheart, but you've gotten yourself into a bit of a mess. Why don't you go make that grilled cheese now?"

[nopefer-art-tu]

listening to ppl react to brokeback mountain is such a great way to identify who is good at paying attention to subtext and who is not lol

so many podcasters have cited the scene where theyre on their last campring trip together and jack tells ennis he has a girl hes been seeing on the side as proof of jack's bisexuality or whatever and like. look. you can argue whatever sexuality you want for him, but if ur gonna do that, CITE A DIFFERENT SCENE!

the whole reason the scene w david harbour and anna farris was written into the script at all was so that later in the story, when jack's dad tells ennis that he had another guy who was going to come up there and live w him on his parent's ranch, we realize that the "rancher's wife" jack said he'd been sneaking around with back in texas was actually the same ranch neighbor jack's dad was talking about, meaning jack was lying to ennis

and thats also why ennis kind of freezes for a beat when jack's dad says that, bc he's making the same connections the audience already did. or at least was supposed to lol

[unnervinglyferal]

I’m reading a new book and I have discovered my background makes me horrendously biased

I will concede that the main character doesn’t have the best grasp of what’s a good idea for a school fair, a Farris weel is a bit too much, and a teacher dunk tank is absolutely a bad idea when it’s cold out, he probably shouldn’t have been on the PTA

But oooooooh do I want to strangle the other guy

The main reason the mc joined the PTA was to try and make friends with the other guy, and then once he was kicked out of the PTA he started getting shunned more by the other parents

And oh my god too want to shove the other guy down a toilet, I’m so sorry not everyone uses the fucking dinky little napkins you provide for your snacks, they suck ass no one likes using them

And I’m sorry he can’t afford to send his kid to others birthday parties with a gift, sure he could send a card but he’s also clearly overworked and tired, tired people don’t think properly

Also I’m extremely fucking sorry that he’s happens to be late by fucking 8 minutes to your stupid fucking scout meeting, you know he has a job right?? I’m sorry you can’t get off your fucking high horse and realize that even if you can maintain a full time job, being a single dad, and getting everywhere on time doesn’t mean everyone else can. Like holy fuck he wasn’t even thirty minutes late!!

Also I’m sorry that he thought that maybe the two of them both being single gay dads that they could connect offended you so greatly but please shove that up your fucking ass you little shit

Anyways I like the authors other work and this is a enemies to lovers book, I just hope I can survive this, I’m 28 pages into 256 pages

...You read interesting books.

[smolwritingchick]

Forced To Believe Chapter 31- The Slammy Awards

Chapter Summary: Melanie celebrates Jon's Birthday. Ambrose confronts Morgan on why she has been lying to him. Problems arise when Ambrose's attitude problems start to annoy Morgan and the rest of his teammates. CM Punk makes a shocking request at TLC

Words: 5,000+

------ 'Saturday Morning.'

Melanie was in jeans and one of her Morgan shirts as she was in her shared hotel with Jon. She saw him in jeans and a dark blue shirt and walked up to him, hugging him from behind. 

"Guess who?" She grinned as Jon smiled. She released him and he turned around. "Happy Birthday!" She showed him a gift out of her bag.

"Thanks, babe." he opened the gift to reveal a mug that said 'World's Greatest Boyfriend.' "Wow. This is nice."

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. "Get ready! We're gonna have an awesome day."

"What are we doing?"

"We, are going to an amusement park."

"Really?" his eyes lit up.

"Yep! We should have a fun day today at Six Flags since we're in a warm state today." 

Jon picked her up and twirled her around as she giggled and kissed him again.

"Awesome, let me grab my jacket and we can go." He released her.

When they arrived at the amusement park around 2 PM, Jon's eyes lit up. "Aw man, are those go-carts?" He pointed to them

"Yeah, wanna go "

"Let's go!" He grabbed her hand and dragged her to the go-cart station as she laughed. 

He reminded her of a little boy on Christmas, opening up presents. It was nice to see him happy since he wasn't able to enjoy a lot of fun things like this as a kid. Jon won 1st place while Melanie won 2nd.

"Haha, I know you're happy." she chuckled as Jon was grinning like crazy since he won. She then dragged him over to where the cotton candy was. "Hi, are you open?"

The cotton candy lady looked up in surprise. "O­oh my gosh, you're Morgan and Dean Ambrose."

"In the flesh." Melanie smiled.

"Sup." Jon greeted.

"Wow s-­sorry I'm trying not to get excited." The lady blushed

Melanie giggled. "It's okay. May I have a bag please?"

"Of course!" The cotton candy lady gave her a bag of pink cotton candy. "You can have a discount."

"Oh, no, I'll pay full price. I don't want to be treated with discounts because I'm famous," she replied and the cotton candy lady nodded and respected her wish.

"If it's not any trouble, do you mind signing my cotton candy hat?" The cotton candy lady took off her hat and took out a Sharpe.

"Anything for a fan." The Philly diva signed it with Jon.

"Thank you so much! Have a nice day! Oh. And happy birthday Dean!" 

Melanie happily ate her cotton candy, savoring the sweet taste. "You really have a sweet tooth." Jon chuckled and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

"Ha, when I was a kid, my mom and dad had a huge cake that they got from a party. It was 12 inches. Guess who ate the whole cake and got a stomach ache for a week? Yours truly. I got grounded too."

"Someone's been a bad girl..."

"Hey! I am not bad. I am a good girl. Innocent."

It was getting dark out after they went on a few roller coaster rides and ate lunch. They decided to go on a Farris Wheel before they leave. 

Melanie leaned on Jon's shoulder as she looked at the sunset. 

"You really made my day." he smiled down at her.

"Glad to hear. I love making you smile."

"Why?"

"Because you make me happy when you smile." she smiled at him.

He leaned down and kissed her. "I love you, Mel."

"I love you too."

'Back at Jon's Hotel Room'

Melanie was in the bathroom while Jon was watching TV. "Mel, are you all right in there? You've been in there a while," he called out.

"Hey! Don't rush me!" She yelled as he laughed.

Melanie was in the bathroom, looking at herself in a dark blue Victoria's Secret set. She decided to put her hair up as well. 

"All right." She grinned to herself. She walked out of the bathroom and leaned on the door. "What do you think?"

He turned his attention to her and stared at her body, checking her out, up and down.

"Damn..." He got up and walked over to her but she shook her head.

"You're always in control. Now it's my turn. Let it be about you tonight." She pushed him on the bed. "So, sit back, relax and let this chica work her magic. Let me...be your Mox girl tonight."

"Your wish is my command..." He smirked as she straddled him and started to kiss him.

'Next week, Hours before The Slammy Awards on Raw'

Morgan was walking backstage, all ready in her black dress but gets grabbed by Dean. 

"Dean, what the heck?" She exclaimed as he dragged her to a room and shut it behind him. She watched him seething in anger. "What's wrong? Dean, what is going on with you? You've been off your rocker for a while now and I want to know what is going on." 

She leaned on the wall while he was glaring at the floor. He was already in his suit for the Slammys. She couldn't help but notice that they were in a storage closet. Wouldn't a locker room be better to discuss stuff? 

"Was it the kiss? Dean, there was no way I could have stopped the kiss, okay? Plus, I already got my revenge with the help of I mean, I already got my revenge on Goldust by giving him a backfire on Smackdown. We don't need to worry­-"

"Why didn't you tell me about the Wyatts?" He looked up at her. 

Morgan froze. She was in hot water now but knew that it was coming. She really didn't want to talk about the Wyatts right now, so she decided to play dumb.

"What are you talking about?" She asked with a confused look.

"What happened between you and the Wyatts?"

"Nothing."

"I'll ask you again...what happened between you and the Wyatts?"

"Nothing!"

"You know I don't like it when you lie to me..."

"I'm not lying."

"Yes, you are."

"No, I'm not!" 

"What happened between you and The Wyatts?"

"Drop it." She retorted.

"Answer me."

"Drop it. Drop it right now. You're being ridiculous..."

"Oh...now you want to play that game huh? Well, let's play another game." He pushed her to the wall and pinned her arms on top of her head with one hand. "Now, I'm going to ask you again...what is going on between you and the Wyatts?" He asked as she was taken aback before regaining her composure.

"I have no idea what you're talking about..." She narrowed her eyes.

"Won't tell me the truth huh? Then I'll make you." He began to touch her thigh with his free hand, raising it up slowly.

"Okay!" She exclaimed as he released her. "It all started on Raw when Luke saved me from Goldust. I asked him, why did he save me and he said that he didn't know. On Smackdown, Luke was watching me talk to Kaitlyn and that was the time when I got distracted. So, when you, Roman and Seth kept giving me the cold shoulder and told me I couldn't manage you guys at Survivor Series, The Wyatts came and told me that they would be waiting for me." She explained as Dean started to get angry. "And, when I got locked in a closet during Survivor Series, Bray was there, saying I had to unleash what's inside of me. Then, last week on Smackdown...Luke...helped me get revenge on Goldust..."

"So you lied to my face, every time I asked you what was wrong or what was going on with you and the Wyatts..." He muttered.

"I'm sorry, okay?"

"Sorry? You're not sorry, not yet." He pinned her arms to the wall again. She could smell his cologne and could feel his body heat on her. "Do you know how it made me feel when you gave him a small smile? Hm? That smile...should have been for me and me only, not any other man..." He growled. 

"And do you know how it made me feel when he grabbed your wrist? When he touched you? The only man who should touch you is me and me only." He breathed in her ear as she closed her eyes. "You're mine...Not Goldust's and certainly not Luke's...you got that?"

She couldn't speak because she was too hypnotized by his words. It turned her on a little. "I..."

"You're mine and I'll destroy anyone who wants to take you away from me."

"Why are you acting like this?" 

"Because you drove me to this, Morgan...you make me lose my mind...I'm crazy about you..." He started to kiss her neck as she bit her lip and sighed. "Say you're mine...Answer me, Morgan." He said in a demanding voice.

"I-­I'm yours."

"Say it like you mean it."

"I'm yours."

"Good and that better stay that way..." He looked at her as she was breathing heavily. He was about to kiss her but backed away as she was about to kiss him. "I'm sorry, did you want a kiss from me? Well, maybe next time you'll remember who makes you hot and bothered all the time instead of giving smiles to other men and lying to me." He smirked at her and left the room as she tried to get herself together.

'Raw'

During the preshow, they announced that The Shield won Hashtag of the Year, Breakout Star of the Year, and Faction of the Year.

Morgan tweets 'Woo! My boys and I are on fire tonight! #BelieveInTheShield'

Then, on the WWE Website, they revealed that Dean and Morgan won Couple and Kiss of the Year.

Morgan tweets 'Couple and Kiss of the Year? Nice. Looks like it's the start of #MrAndMrsAmbrose #BelieveinDeanAndMorgan'

'Later'

Later on Raw, "Ladies and Gentlemen please welcome the presenters for Double Cross of The Year, The Shield!" Justin announced.

'Sierra'

'Hotel'

'India'

'Echo'

'Lima'

'Delta'

'Shield.'

The Shield walk out in black. The male members had on black suits while Morgan wore her black dress and had her hair out and curly at the end. 

"Hey! Wow, do they ever look like winners," JBL said. "They look great!"

Seth was on the left while Morgan, Dean and Roman were next to him. Morgan heard the crowd cheering loudly and heard the women screaming. 

"I know...I know...I look great." Dean smiled as the fangirls screamed for the male members.

"Wow." Morgan listened in amazement. "I think you guys killed the Fangirls. Yikes," She said as the screams got louder.

"And what about you?" Seth asked.

"I didn't do anything, you three made the women fan girl like crazy. Am I right?" she asked as the women cheered in agreement.

"And what about the fanboys?"

"Oh, I don't have fanboys." She shrugged.

"Oh really? Does Morgan have some fanboys out there?" Seth asked as the men cheered loudly.

Morgan looked flattered as the guys chanted 'We Love Morgan!'

"Oh, you guys are just trying to make me blush..." She giggled. Moments later, the fans, mostly the males, chant 'Twirl.'

"You guys wanna see Morgan twirl?" Seth suggested as the guys cheered loudly. "Let them see your dress."

"Okay, fine." She walked to the stage and twirled around as she heard wolf whistles in the crowd. She giggled and walked back to The Shield and stood in between Dean and Seth.

"Stay away, she's mine," Dean announced as the guys boo him. "I know, I know, I'm lucky. I got the sexiest woman in this company. Kiss and Couple of the Year. Top that." He bragged.

Seth started to get annoyed. Dean's cockiness was starting to tick him off, especially when he bragged about having Morgan as his girlfriend. 

'We get it, you're her boyfriend. Don't be cocky'. He thought. 

He really wanted Morgan to at least slap the cockiness off his face one day. 

The Outspoken Diva didn't like Dean bragging and or his cockiness just like Seth and Roman. It was a little bit too much. And extremely unnecessary.

"Um, let's not make it about me, let's make it about the Double Cross of the year." she grinned at the crowd as they cheered.

"Double Cross of the year...Now we've already picked up two awards, tonight in the pre show, along with me and Morgan winning kiss and couple of the year, but this is one award, we know nothing about," Dean said.

"That's right my man," Seth spoke. "2013, year of The Shield. But all that justice we dispensed, we did it our way. Man to Man, straight up. Hahaha."

"So, if you're thinkin' about crossing." Roman began. "Or even double crossing The Shield, I'd wake up. Because you're gonna pay the price. And that's why-"

"That's why you'll never see our names." Dean interrupted as Morgan and Roman glanced at him. "In this category. Your nominees are..." He continued as the titantron showed the nominees which were Mark Henry, Shawn Michaels, Paul Heyman, and Triple H. After the fans voted, and when the Miz was in the ring with Kofi, Seth began to talk again.

"And your winner for Double Cross of the year is..." Seth trailed off as Dean opened up the envelope. 

The group takes a look at the result as Dean widens his eyes and looks up and then back at the envelope. Seth and Morgan were waiting for Dean to say the winner but Roman was tired of waiting and spoke up.

"Shawn Michaels!" he announced as the crowd cheered and Dean looked a little annoyed. 

When Shawn walks out, he shakes hands with The Shield and hugs Morgan, kissing her on the cheek

Morgan tweets 'Thanks for the support #FanBoys! I love you all! #KeepBelievingInMorgan'

In The Ring'

Punk was in the ring while Dean was with The Shield at ringside. CM Punk and Morgan lock eyes and smirk at each other.

"You're just asking for a punch in the face," Morgan said to him.

"I got this. I don't want help. I got this." Dean said to his team.

"Okay. We got you." Roman replied.

"It's just CM Punk, you got him, man," Seth added. 

When the match starts Dean and Punk lock up.

"Take him out." Roman looked on.

Punk starts taking control of Dean's arm. "Don't yank his arm off!" Morgan exclaimed. 

The crowd was chanting 'CM Punk' as he continued to take control of his arm. Morgan was watching Punk's movements closely. Punk can hurt people, the hand, wrists, arms, legs, knees, anything. 

Dean manages to knee him in the ribs when he goes high risk and starts to take control. Later on, Punk manages to do a flying clothesline outside the ring on Ambrose and turns his attention to Rollins and Reigns who are stalking him on each side of the ring. Morgan was on Seth's side, keeping her distance from the drama.

"CM Punk is in deep trouble," Cole said as they went to a commercial.

Near The End Of The Match, Punk hits Dean with a crossbody but Dean rolls them over and pins him for a near fall and as soon as they get up, Punk kicks him in the head. He pins him for another near fall as The Shield were relieved. 'This is awesome' chants surround the arena as Dean throws Punk out the ring, near The Shield. Dean distracts the ref as The Shield look at Punk and trash talk to him. 

But then Ambrose gets out of the ring and starts arguing with his team.

"You know what? How about the three of you just go." Dean throws Punk in the ring.

"Are you kidding me, right now?" Morgan asked, looking confused.

"I said leave!" Dean yelled.

"Excuse me? Who do you think you're talking to?" She snapped and stepped up to him. "You're not gonna talk to me like that. You've lost your mind!"

"Uh oh! Uh oh!" Cole exclaimed as the crowd started to get hyped. The fans were standing up to get a good look at them fighting.

"Back up, Morgan, back up..." Ambrose growled as Roman held him back.

"You wanna yell at me? Who do you think you are?" She shouted in his face.

"Would you calm down and just go? Damn it! You don't freaking listen! Just go!"

"How about you ask nicely instead of yelling at me!"

"Morgan! Calm down! Don't argue with your boyfriend! Where is the love!?" JBL yelled as Seth and Roman were looking amused at Morgan, pleased that she was putting him in his place.

"The Shield are showing cracks..." King looked on.

"More like Dean and Morgan are showing cracks. Morgan looks livid." Cole said.

"I wonder if the WWE Universe wants to see them feud again someday," King said.

"They better not!" JBL retorted.

"Get out of here. I don't need you." Ambrose waved her away.

"You don't need me?" She slowly repeated, taking it all in.

"Are you deaf? I don't need you. Get out of my damn sight." His anger got the best of him.

"Oh, okay then." She decided to smack him across the face as the crowd went wild and Roman released him.

"Morgan!" Seth held her back, secretly happy that she slapped him.

Dean holds his cheek and looks at her in shock.

"Damn..." Roman murmured, looking at the red handprint on Dean's face. He was amused and happy she did it.

"She just slapped her boyfriend! I thought you two loved each other!" JBL complained and started freaking out. "Morgan! What are you doing?! Couple of the year! Mr and Mrs Ambrose! This should not be happening!" 

"Oh well, it's happening!" Cole cheered as the crowd chanted 'Yes!'

"What the hell was that for?!" Ambrose yelled while Seth let Morgan go.

"You're cocky, that's why. I'm tired of it." She confessed. "We're tired of it." She pointed at Seth and Roman. "So, if you're this confident and don't need us, fine. Bye, have a nice life. Go focus on your match, don't worry about me, you don't need me or Seth and Roman." She started walking near the ramp as Seth and Roman followed her. 

In the ring, Ambrose gets hit with the GTS as The Shield look annoyed and Ambrose loses the match.

"Wow..." She retorted and shook her head, turning around and getting on the apron. Punk looked alert as she smirked at him. "Hey, how ya doing?"

Punk was about to run after her but she smoothly gets off the apron and laughs. Seth tries to get in the ring as Punk tries to go after him but he slides out of the ring. Once Punk turns around, he gets speared by Reigns and holds his stomach in pain. 

"A spear! A spear by Reigns!" Cole exclaimed. "Now those ribs may be broken."

Morgan gets in the ring and stalks Punk. She waits for him to get on his knees and she hits him with a spinning kick in the face, dropping him as the crowd 'Ohs'

"Ooh, you may wanna put ice on that." She slid out of the ring as The Shield's theme came on.

Rollins helps Dean get over the barricade as Punk recovers and holds his ribs. He looks at The Shield and then Morgan, nodding to himself.

"Okay...all right...okay," he said to himself.

Morgan tweets 'Couples aren't perfect. We are going to argue and fight. #INeedSpace'

Morgan also tweets 'Oh poor CMPunk. Those ribs aren't gonna heal in 6 days. You sure you want to face my boys at TLC?'

'WWEMorgan101 You picked a fight. You started it. Now I'm going to finish it. It's on now.' Punk replies.

'Hit me with your best shot CMPunk.' Morgan replies back.

'Be careful what you wish for. I found your weakness.' Punk replies back.

'WWE Exclusive on Raw'

Morgan was walking backstage, annoyed and sat on a black crate and tried to calm herself down. 

"Rough night?" Roman asked as he walked over to her.

"Ya think?" She snapped.

"Easy tiger. Just trying to be a friend."

"I'm sorry. You didn't deserve that. I just need space."

"From Dean?"

"You can say that. He can be so annoying at times. I'm tired of him bragging. It kind of gets out of hand, you know?"

"Me and Seth agree. I didn't like how he snapped at you moments ago. That was uncalled for." 

"I'm used to his anger issues..."

"Couples argue you know. You're not perfect. You're going to disagree."

"I know. I guess my anger just escalated until I couldn't take it anymore."

"Seth and I understand why you did what you did. Don't beat yourself up. So, are you going to talk to him?"

"Me? Talk to him? No. He can talk to me. I'm not speaking to him until he apologizes."

"Sounds fair enough."

"Anyway, thanks for listening to me vent. You're a good friend." Morgan got off the crate and hugged him.

"You're here for me, I'm here for you. We have each other's backs. I told you from the beginning when you started being The Shield's Girl."

"Yeah. I can't wait for the new year."

"Why?"

"To see you rise as a big star. You're a beast in that ring, man. I can see you as WWE Champion one day." She playfully punched his shoulder as he chuckled.

"Thanks. You know Morgan, I want to see you wrestle superstars one day."

"Like my cousin?"

"Hey, you never know. I can see you do it. You're not fragile."

"One day, just not anytime soon. I need to mentally prepare myself for that. I'm just not ready to face any superstar this year." 

Roman grinned. "It better be in 2014."

"Never say never."

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'Smackdown'

The Shield was in the ring while Dean was on commentary. 

"We're back on Friday Night Smackdown, The Shield in tag team action against The Usos and we're joined by the United States Champion, Dean Ambrose at ringside. We'll be talking a lot with Dean about his match with The Shield on Sunday against CM Punk. Dean, a match that hardly seems fair to CM Punk." Cole said.

"Well, I thought I just join you guys out here on the booth because I wanna make sure that you guys understand how much trouble CM Punk is really in. It's just a hopeless situation that CM Punk is gonna be in this Sunday at TLC when he steps in the ring...with The Shield." Dean replied as the Usos made their way to the ring.

Cole and JBL start talking about their show and how they won a Slammy for it. 

"You wanna talk about Slammy awards..." Cole began.

"The Shield picked up a lot of Slammy awards," Dean said.

"Indeed you did, listen to this Dean, The Shield won, breakout star of the year, hashtag of the year." 

"I didn't have enough room in my suitcase to fit all my Slammys."

"The faction of the year and the maneuver of the year for Roman Reigns' spear."

"And don't forget kiss and couple of the year with Dean and Morgan," JBL reminded.

"Morgan and I won those awards hands down. We sacrifice things for each other, we love each other and we are the hottest couple in this company. Plain and simple. If we didn't win those awards, it would have been an injustice. Now, it was an injustice that she didn't win diva of the year but she is still one of the most dominant divas in this company and she continues to shine each and every time she gets in the ring. She's the Harley Quinn of my dreams." Ambrose smirked.

"Speaking of the Outspoken diva, where is she?" Cole asked.

"She should be here soon. She had to get ready since she had some errands to do." Dean explained.

'To Morgan'

Morgan was already in her Shield attire and was putting on her gloves. She then began to hear footsteps.

"Guys, I said I'm coming..." She called out but heard a thump. "Guys?" She looked around.

"Think again." A voice said as her eyes widened.

"W-­what are you doing here?"

"Sit down." The voice ordered as she quickly obeyed and sat on a chair.

'Back to Dean'

"I have a question, are The Shield showing cracks? You've kind of rubbed Morgan the wrong way on Raw when you yelled at her." Cole said.

"Yeah! What the heck Dean? You two are my favorite couple. Why would you two argue like that?" JBL exclaimed.

"Well, the crowd seemed to love it."

"No, they didn't. That's a lie."

"Listen, Morgan and I aren't perfect. We're gonna argue and we're gonna fight. All couples do that." Dean replied.

"So, what's your status with Morgan?" Cole asked.

"We're...still not talking."

"Still not talking? Dean, you two gotta get it together!" JBL exclaimed.

"Guess you two hit a rocky road." Cole declared. "You think you alienated yourself from Rollins and Reigns as well?"

"What about the last 365 days? That didn't show cracks." Dean said.

"Okay, and what about the cracks now? Crack number one was on Smackdown when you said that you were the baddest man in The Shield and went to take on Punk all by yourself to much of the dismay of Rollins and Reigns. Crack number two was on Raw when you decided to yell at Morgan and got slapped in the face while you two were arguing. And crack number three was when The Shield decided to walk up the ramp." Cole mentioned. "What's up with that?"

"We eat, sleep and breathe this business. That's why Rollins and Reigns and I are like brothers. We're passionate about this business." Dean replied.

"Morgan still isn't here. You sure she even came to work?" JBL asked.

Dean was starting to get worried. "Now I am getting a little worried," Dean admitted with concern in his voice as he wondered where she was.

Near the end of the match, Seth mocks CM Punk and does the GTS on one of the Usos as Roman spears the Uso for the win. 

"And The Shield are victorious," Cole announced.

"At TLC, CM Punk will...Believe in The Shield." Dean took off his headset and celebrated with his teammates.

Suddenly, Morgan is on the titantron in a dark arena, looking worried as The Shield's theme comes off.

"Guys...we have a problem..." She said in a shaky voice as the screen revealed CM Punk behind her and the crowd exploded. 

Ambrose glares at Punk while Roman and Reigns aren't looking too happy. Normally, Morgan would disobey but Punk had a kendo stick and kendo sticks hurt. She started to remember the days when Tommy Dreamer had his back bloodied up by the Sandman with a Singapore cane during the ECW days. She did not wanna go down that road. Weapons would be her weakness if she didn't have a weapon to defend herself. It's been so long since she's been hit with a weapon.

"This is CM Punk, broadcasting in an undisclosed location...actually this is just a basement in the arena." Punk spoke as Ambrose was about to get out of the ring but Seth and Roman stopped him. "Ambrose, I wouldn't do that if I were you...wouldn't want your precious little girlfriend to pay the price, would you?" He smirked as he revealed a kendo stick.

Ambrose starts seething while Seth and Roman glare at Punk. Punk puts the kendo stick on Morgan's left shoulder as she shuts her eyes, looking nervous.

"Just get that stick out of here. It's not necessary." she opens her eyes, shaking her head.

"Oh, so now you're begging? After all the trash you've said? I've found your weakness. Weapons." Punk said as she started to get annoyed. "One of these days Morgan, I want to see if you can actually put those words into truths in the ring. So, you ask why is it necessary to put this stick on your shoulder? Maybe it's because I am this close to whacking you in the face with it. I hope you don't think I forgot about that kick in the face...Now...I could get my revenge on you now..." He continued as the crowd cheered to encourage him.

"Don't you touch her! Don't you dare hurt her!" Seth yelled as Roman tried to calm him down while Ambrose shot a dirty look at Punk.

Punk chuckled. "Don't worry...I'm not gonna hurt her...yet...she can wait. So, you guys make your videos here? It's filthy...it stinks...but I understand that this is your little clubhouse and this is where you like to gather to say your messages. And...I like to send messages too...Like on Raw when a certain somebody decided to put his hands on me just like Morgan here."

He sets the kendo stick down and starts taping his hands. 

"Now on to this Sunday...I believe...it's three on one, The Shield against CM Punk. I believe I'm walking into a whole sail of slaughter. I've said it in the past...Shield, I may be going down...but the question you need to be asking yourselves, Roman Reigns, Seth Rollins, Dean Ambrose...is how many of you I'm takin' with me. 'Cause I believe, the last two times...I've been in the ring with a member of The Shield, I've exposed your weaknesses boys..." He grinned as the crowd cheered again. "Believe! In the best in the world." Punk showed his fist to the camera and pushed it away.

"We got this. No one can touch us!" Seth yelled before the three of them quickly ran to find Morgan.

'WWE TLC'

The Shield was on the titantron during the preshow. 

"Good for CM Punk...putting on that brave face...Who do you think you're kidding?" Dean asked. "You know exactly what this is. You know exactly what The Shield is going to do to you tonight, Punk. We're going to beat you to a pulp so you should be scared."

"Punk, you think you can divide and conquer? Well, to steal a catchphrase from another man we put down, it doesn't matter what you think." Seth laughed. "You can't divide us...you damn sure ain't gonna conquer us. Punk, we're forged out of iron. The Shield is unyielding."

"Punk, after what you did on Smackdown, I really can't wait to see you get your ass beat by my boys tonight." Morgan retorted.

"Punk, Punk, Punk, the way I look at it, you're just a liar. In front of the whole world, you've lied. You have no chance tonight. To be honest I think uh, I think you got a little confused last week when I speared you in half, but the thing is, there's one more waiting for ya. You can't take us with you." Roman said.

"CM Punk is a man of conviction. CM Punk is a man of beliefs. But after tonight, Punk, you're only gonna believe in one thing...you're gonna believe in The Shield." Dean pushed the camera away.

'Later'

The Shield was in the ring with CM Punk as their theme song faded. Morgan was in her Shield shirt with black jeans and black boots and fingerless gloves.

Before the bell rings, Brad Maddox walks to the stage. "Wait a second! Wait a second!" He yelled as the crowd boos.

"What is he doing here?" JBL asked as The Shield looked confused.

"There's been a slight change in the match up." Brad said as The Shield looked at each other.

Morgan grabbed a mic. "Um, what do you mean slight change? This match was fine as a three on one match. Punk deserves this beating that he's gonna get tonight " She got cut off by Dean who snatched the mic out of her hands. 

The crowd gave him mixed reactions while Morgan looked at him in surprise and annoyance. 

"Wow..." she muttered, shaking her head at him. 

"What she meant to say was Brad, even if you change the stipulation of the match, it's still going to be a win/win situation for The Shield. The Shield are going to beat Punk into a pulp." Ambrose said with a smug look while Morgan rolled her eyes.

"I see there's another crack in The Shield." King pointed out as Seth and Roman were annoyed at Dean's actions too.

"Well, then maybe your confidence might boost a little bit. Because, since Punk, personally requested this, this match is now a 4 on 1 match!" Brad announced.

"Wait, what? With who?" Morgan asked Seth and Roman.

"It will be...CM Punk versus Dean Ambrose, Seth Rollins, Roman Reigns and Morgan Lopez!" Brad announced.

"What!?" King yelled in a high pitched voice as Morgan slowly turned her head to Brad.

The crowd went wild, chanting 'Yes!' while Punk laughed.

The Outspoken Diva looked at Brad in disbelief. 

Did she hear him correctly? There had to be some kind of mistake.

"Punk personally asked for Morgan to be in the match!?" Cole exclaimed.

"This is not good," JBL said as The Shield turned at Morgan as she looked at Brad and then Punk. "Morgan, run. Run now, run fast."

"Nowhere to hide now." Punk pointed at her.

"Who said I'm hiding?" She retorted.

"Calm down. We got this." Seth said and put her hand on her shoulder.

"Morgan is going to face a WWE Superstar?" King exclaimed.

"Only if she gets in the ring. The Shield might not let her, so she should be okay." JBL added.

"When's the last time a WWE Diva went on to face a WWE Superstar?" Cole asked.

"I'm going to enjoy making you go to sleep, Morgan." Punk taunted.

"And I'm going to enjoy kicking you in the face." She stepped up.

Ambrose smirked. "Over my dead body." He stepped up to Punk as the ref tried to separate them. 

Morgan started to get annoyed again since Dean decided to fight her battles when she didn't need help defending herself. She got on the apron with Seth and Roman as Dean and Punk started off the match.

She tried to get her head together, processing everything that just happened. She wasn't mentally prepared to wrestle a superstar yet and to be dropped with a bombshell like this was insane. She had a feeling she would be going down but decided to keep her head up high and step up. She brought herself into this, so she needs to face the consequences. 

She studied Punk's moves, but was she ready to face him? 

Physically? She'll have to see. 

Mentally? Not so much.

"Put up or shut up time Morgan. You talked trash about Punk, now let's see if you can live up to those words." Cole said.

"Punk says that Morgan is all talk but no action. I'd like to see her take action." King said.

"We just won't tag her in," Dean said to Seth and Roman.

"Um, excuse me, who said I didn't want to be tagged in?" Morgan asked, gaining her composure back. "I'm not hiding behind you guys any longer. Tag me in. Right now." she had her hand out as the crowd cheered. 

Punk was looking forward to this as Ambrose looked at him, Morgan and then the crowd.

"No," Dean answered and turned his attention to Punk. 

Roman glared at Ambrose for that while Rollins looked annoyed.

"Seriously...?" She grumbled while Roman put his hand on her shoulder.

"Don't lose your cool." Roman calmly told her as she nodded. 

He knew she wasn't going to take much more of this. Punk knew it, the crowd knew it, and Seth knew it.

"It's a whole different ball game for Morgan. We've seen her argue and put her hands on The Shield. But let's find out if she has what it takes to be in a match with a WWE Superstar." JBL said as Morgan was in deep thought, watching Punk's movements, thinking of a plan as the match started.

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Character Bio: Salome

Name: Salome

Age: 24

Sex: Female (She/Her)

Weapon: Chakram

Faction: Unity

Occupation: Sector Leader of Administration

Relationship Status: Single

Close Friends: Tulri, Hadet, Charae, Anthar, Zyke, Fuchsia, Hrugar, Yuim

Friends: Cram, Lock, Orture, Shine, Tiruki, Grows-Bones, Tola, Glee-and-Merit

Knows of: Cylia, Kanne, Sirit, Farris, Orture, Shines-Like-Gold

Family: Etsis (Mother), Salem (Father)

Goals and Motivations:

- I am in love with and want to date Tulri, but I also am in love and want to date Hadet, too. I am too scared to make the first move because I don’t want it to impact my job, since all eyes are on me, nor do I want our friendship to end if I choose the other person.

- My dad, who was the Sector Leader before me, brought major growth to Unison, but also some more conservative and manipulative policies. I want to undo my father’s work where applicable and ensure both Unison’s and the planet’s success.

- My father was not a good person and I grew up being manipulated by his overbearing parenting and plotting nature. I now feel like every aspect of my life is out of my control or vied for, like I’m a prize to be won.

- I cannot do magic and I do not understand why, especially since my mom is the strongest living mage.

- I want a family of my own and to be a mother. Both my parents are expecting grandchildren.

Personality and Interests:

- I think every life if valuable and that people are inherently good.

- I am quiet, poised and polite. In public, I don’t speak unless spoken to. In private, with friends, I’m much more open to socializing. Crowds tend to spook me.

- I tend to be skittish and avoid anything that might cause me harm.

- I am autistic and people expect me to mask. I can mask pretty well, but I get tired at the end of the day and get prone to autistic rage.

- I love classic rock, especially progressive rock.

- I was trained to be an entertainer and can play traditional Beast instruments and sing.

- Tulri is my best friend and I can truly be myself, silly and unserious, around her. She is my comfort person.

- Hadet can understand me in ways Tulri cannot. He understands what it’s like to be a leader and is very well spoken, yet can still be at ease together. We write each other letters.

- All of my plushies have names and if even a single one of them falls off the bed at night I will be so sad. They have feelings too! I even rotate who I sleep with so that no one feels left out.

- Don’t make me make big decisions! I know it’s a part of my work, but that doesn’t mean I like it! I suck at deciding!

Artwork:

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on the subject of dilfs oh my god i need my head examined fathers, let’s pour one out for job skeffington

he’s such a precious little guy that i need carnally deserves me the best

FANNY SKEFFINGTON, YOU BETTER WATCH OUT BEFORE I JUMP YOUR ASS AND TAKE YOUR MAN😡😤

he’s such a girl dad, ugh 😩

unrelated, but are there any Claude characters that you see as girl dads or boy dads? 🥺👉👈

Job is such a sweetheart! I love him so much. 💜 Oh! Good question, Nonnie! Okay so here’s my opinion just off the top of my head based on first impressions/vibes.

Girl Dads (Including dads that thought they wanted sons but have their world changed by their girls instead): Job Skeffington, Paul Ward, Adam Lemp, Alexander Hollenius, Fred Martingale, Art Harper, Howard Justin, Louis Renault, Andrew Thurgood, Jack Griffin, John Stevenson, Captain Freycinet, Henry Halevy, Erique Claudin.

Boy Dads (including dads that have daughters but wanted sons instead): Jim Masters, Sir John Talbot, Mayor of Hamelin, Leonard Eldridge, Professor George Edward Challenger, Edward Seymour, Marquis Don Luis, Dr. Alexander Tower, John Jasper, Don José Álvarez, Ambrose Pomfret.

Dads who wouldn’t have a preference: Chris Farris, Mr. Jordan, Nick, Maximus, Dr. Jaquith, Kees Popinga, Nutsy.

Characters that probably wouldn’t be dads: Victor Grandison, Alexander Sebastian, Aristides Mavros, Professor Benson, Elisha Hunt, Father Amion, John Fabian, Lee Gentry, Frederick Lannington, Charles Gresham, Prince John, Stefan Orloff, Paul DeLambre.

[bxrningembers]

What is your muse's relationship with their parent/s (can be biological, adoptive, found family or otherwise)? (All muses or any muses of your choosing.)

Untitled Headcanon Questions

Valentino

He was raised by a single mother. While they were close once, as he got older, they fought more until they became estranged and distant. He died never having reconciled with her.

Stolas

His relationship with paimon is distant at best, but he admires and loves his father or did as a child. As an adult, he respects him but feels more for his butler that had served as his nanny most of his life.

Farris

Farris lost her mother to cancer shortly after her 16th birthday, but they had a close bond. Her father became an alcoholic after that, making their relationship strained. He was in prison and is currently in jail while she is roaming hell.

Abel

Abel has a good relationship with both his parents. He doesn't always agree with Adam and in verses where he finds out about his yearly visits to he'll he would actively voice his distress and disagreement with those actions but he wouldn't love his dad less. Eve, I assume, will be about the same.

Sir Pentious

Elaphe has a rough relationship with his parents. They viewed him as little more than an heir for their family. He was closer to his nanny, older but youngest of three sisters, Olivia.

[bluemoonfantasiesiii]

Lily copied Ruby and waved with big smile "bye-bye~! Nahida~, Mr. Wonderer~! Hope to meet you two again~!" She said before she looked at her dad who was also waving goodbye to the young archon and her helper "papa~, let's find candies~!" Her words were more of a command than being a request, forcing a chuckle from the man who nodded his head "sure~. This way" he said and led the group through the city's lively streets for few minutes before standing by a shop with many type of candies at display.

"Hello~, Hello~! How may I help you, dear visitors~?" The owner greeted them with joy to see new faces from out of Sumeru based on their outfits. "Hello~, Knight of flowers. I'm here today to buy a sweet treats for my dear friends and my little flower~" Vincent replied to the man, delighted to hear his words the man jumped into the role, "well certainly, young adventurer!" The man said placing a hand on his chest before he moved to bow his head to the group and smiling at Ruby and Lily specifically "well~, what flavor of the Yalda Candies would it be~? Lavender Melon, Harra Fruit, Sunsettia~" he asked and Lily waved her hand to him and said in excitement "one of each~!".

The man chuckled at Lily's sparkling eyes "I'll buy a box of each so they all can enjoy each flavor, knight Farris~" Vincent repeated in clear words his girl's order which was his intention from the beginning, the man nodded his head with joy as he got the order ready and placed an extra box as a gift after receiving his mora with few extra "here you go, dear friends~! Be sure to enjoy them!" He said and waved his hand goodbye as the group walked a way with the bag of candies in Vincent's hand.

"How about we head to a place to sit down and enjoy these candies~, hm~?" He asked only to get his daughter and Ruby's cheerful "yes~!" As a reply in no times waste making the man giggle at their sync. With that he led them towards a known Cafe and they took a seat out side of the shop with Lily sitting between Albedo and Ruby while they start to open the boxes.

"Nigredo, how about I treat you to their Shawarma Wrap, it's not big but still good and filling?" The young artist suggested remembering he wasn't too excited to try the candies and it is only fair since they all walked for a while to reach the city.

“I-I’m fine, really, you don’t have to treat me to—” Nigredo was interrupted by his own stomach rumbling.

“The price of having an actual appetite, it seems~” Albedo teased before picking out a harra fruit candy and popping it in his mouth and immediately scrunched his face. “I would suggest avoiding this flavor, Rubedo. It’s rather spicy…”

Rubedo nodded in understanding. Nigredo however perked up at that.

“Spicy candy? Lemme try one.” The Erdeprinz tried a harra fruit candy for himself. His eyes lit up at the unexpected heat in his mouth. “Not bad!”

“Of course Papa likes it~” Rubedo said with a giggle before taking a lavender melon candy. “Bleh! This one’s kinda bitter… I’ll just stick with the sunsettia candies.”

[mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune]

I Hate Michael Farris’s Anti-LGBTQ+ Group & Pastor Worley

[Note: Reading This Post Is Optional, also Don’t Reblog Without Permission.]  

I Deeply Hate Michael Farris And His "Alliance Defending Freedom" if it is true that group is just a Anti-LGBTQ+, then I have a right to hate that group and the man who made that group.

I hate Pastor Worley and he is likely will go to Hell, also there is other ways to reproduce, like having a surrogate for one, one who isn't a dirty shameless toxic-religious jerk.....plus there is adoption as well, couples can do either one or both. 

also someone could be Heteroromantic & be Ace and have two Dads who are supportive of their son or daughter being Heteroace. I found out about some super idiot Pastor Worley on Youtube, it's bad enough there is some hyper-h*rny jerks who have a problem with Aces...

also I know there are some Christians who aren’t Toxic-Christian,

but that Pastor is a Toxic-Christian, and he does know that there are some humans in this world who are bi, pan and omni, right...?

even if that video was from a few years ago, that Pastor is still a Toxic-Christian and the woman who defended him is a Toxic-Christian too...

even if I use to go by Christian, and I can still believe in God...

but I view myself as Neo-Spiritual, and I believe in a Goddess now as well.

also as weird as it sounds, I kind of view myself as a Rebel Earth Angel,

but not the same type as those Eon-Boomers...

what I want to Rebel for, is restoring the full balance between the Masculine and Feminine Energies, and the Toxic-Masculine is a bit higher than the Toxic-Feminine, but both still need to be fixed.

and yes I’m calling Lucifer a Eon-Boomer, even his Ficto-Counterparts are Eon-Boomers.

Lucifer from Hazbin Hotel, he is a Eon-Boomer...

Lucifer from the Lucifer Tv Series, he is a Eon-Boomer...

and if that Good Place Tv Series has a Lucifer in it, then he too, is a Eon-Boomer.

heck, I would even call Cain a Eon-Boomer....or would it be Eon-Xennials, while Adam, Eve and Lilith are Eon-Generation X...?

then again, let’s just go with “Eon-Boomers”....

even if Adam may or may not be Cain’s Bio-Dad, he was still his Dad and should of did better to make sure he didn’t succumb to the darkness in his heart.

plus who Cain’s Bio-Dad is suppose to be, can seem really confusing...

like is it Lucifer or Satan, or like Samael...?  

do we need to Jerry Springer this situation...

like can you picture them sitting on some chairs with Eve, and a audience doing that “Jerry, Jerry, Jerry!” chant...?

well no matter which one of those guys are Cain’s Bio-Dad, they ain’t the boss of me....even if I am Cain’s descendant, as well as Seth’s descendant...

would that still make those two like both my Grandpas and Grunkles...?

also even if I know it might not be possible, I wouldn��t mind if it turn out I was a descendant of Mary Magdalene, but I would prefer it if Jesus was just a distant cousin....I have my reasons...

yeah, I know Jesus is technically a distant cousin, because we are both descendants of King David....which once again, King David wasn’t 100% a good dad, because of the whole Tamar situation.

and being a descendant of King Solomon is still a blessing to me, not a curse.

it’s all a night party, and the jokes on those still view that whole being a descendant of Solomon and his son Rehoboam as a curse.

and the perfect song to play to that, is the song “The Jokes On You” by Niki Watkins.

also if certain info I had found before turn out to be true....

it would still make me wish I could grab both Jesus and The Antichrist by their ears.....and if Heavenly Father & Earthly Mother allowed it, I would do it...

I mean I had the thought of wanting to punch Mammon in the groin, and that was my first time thinking about doing that to a guy....and I have good reasons to want to punch Mammon in the groin...

also yeah I have bitter feelings to Satan, you know the real one, not the one from some Ficto-Universes...

and like I pointed out before, in one of my past lives, I was used in a ritual, in attic, and I am still not sure if it is the same George, because when I did try to look up some info about a attic and a man named George, who was suppose to be one of my past life self’s Dad, I ended up finding something that has to do with a Ghost named George who I guess lived in a Lady’s Attic and who had choked a guy...

but the chances of them being the same George is very small, plus it could turn out that there were two different Georges in two different attics...

I think that some past life memories wont be a full picture for some, and some can have bad luck way too many times possibly, because in most of their past lives they never reached to 13 years old...which I believe might of happen in most of my past lives, and you be lucky to make it to that age in your current life, and no one should die so young to the point when they become 3 or 4 years old, they get memory triggered and think if they wear a dress they will die like they did in one of their past lives when they were in a hospital and possibly waiting for their baby sibling to be born....I mean if a little kid dies a bit too young and gets reborn, they are possibly going to get the wrong impression and think they will end up the same way like in one of their past lives....

which I think might be the reason why I didn’t want to wear dresses when I was really little, I think it had to do with a past life memory being triggered...    

and yeah a part of me hopes some Satanist have some sense not to cross the line, and do those disgusting Satanic Rituals...

Satanist who do that stuff in real life, I call them Toxic-Satanist and they are on the Toxic-Religious list...Toxic-Christians are also on that list...

as well as the one who made me cry and made me feel really bad, who kept misusing the words “may god have mercy on you.” or “may the lord have mercy on you...” I know it was one of those two, but yeah even when I did try to point out that all they were doing was hurting me and making me cry, that Toxic-Religious person was being too stubborn, and might of thought they were “helping” but really, they were doing more harm than good, and well I had to block them over at where it all happen...

and now I can only hope I never run into them here or some other places I go to.

plus I had figured out the way they were using those words, were being misused.....so yeah, even if I told them that, they would likely not listen.

I know that some people in this world can be very passionate when it comes to their beliefs, like in religion for one...

but it might be really important to not go into a Toxic-Religious Zone, because if one does that, they might end up hurting someone’s feelings really badly.

also if that Michael Farris guy does have a problem with Aces, then he just became even more my enemy.

I think it might be while before I flux, and even if I do find myself being sexually attracted to some humans, I still find some of them not being date worthy...

but I rather not try to date, I know I had bad luck before when it came to some online boyfriends, and I rather just stick to husbandos...

plus my whole Aroaceflux and Semi-Virgintiphobia is a separate thing.

and I believe that my panic attack a few years ago, that I had in the car, around 2015, might of had to do with Virgintiphobia.

I don’t like being by myself outside far from home...

I know that I was hyperventilating during that time and I did end up hitting my head on the ceiling of the car as well...

anyway once again, my being Aroaceflux as well as Fictoromantic, is separate from that....

I rather not be touched by Toxic Hyper-H*rny Shisno, I mean they make Tucker from Red Vs Blue seem like a Saint in comparison.

yeah he is a perv, but he kind of funny and cute, and he has that whole cute idiot himbo thing going for him...

and yeah it took me re-watching a episode where he thought he went back in time, to figure out that he is a cute idiot...

so you got your dangerous pervs, and you got your safe pervs.

cause a safe perv wouldn’t cause a possible alternative version of the Apocalypses in another timeline, when he touched someone he shouldn’t of touched.....don’t ask, all I’m gonna say that it could possibly be true, but that timeline was prevented...plus it’s okay that everyone believes about that...

anyway I really am not a fan of that Michael Farris guy or his group...

and I just found out about that Pastor Worley, even if that video was uploaded a few years ago, and I am still not a fan of that man either or the woman who defended him.

and yeah even if some other Earth Angels might not agree with me on this, but I would probably give those two men the double bird, you know flipping the bird at them.....even if before I might of never done that, but some things that can happen to a person, can make them bittersweet....ya know having bittersweet moments.

plus I’m not like the other Earth Angels, I am like the Amethyst and Off-Color of the whole Earth Angels, and I don’t think I mind being a Defective Earth Angel.

I don’t think I would be me, if I weren’t.

I think later, I will watch some Steven Universe, Transformers, RWBY and Red Vs Blue and some other shows and movies.

anyway, it might be possible that if Pastor Worley and Michael Farris are the Toxic Types that take their hate and dislike a bit too far, it is likely possible they will get karma, and who knows, maybe that Pastor Worley already got his karma.....I mean, it is possible. and both he and Michael Farris, can Frag Off...

even though one of the tags is “f*ck off” but I’m using the Cybertronian version of it, so yeah....they can Frag Off...        

[julesmusicxo]

In 2003, I released my first EP. It was called Ocean. I was earnest, bright-eyed, hopeful. One thing I was not? Cool. I liked cool things, but I looked at them from afar. I liked US pop culture more. If they were dishing it, I was eating it. After 20 years, I listen back to this little EP, and I can hear noughties influences. I was drowning in butterflies, tulle, shimmery eye shadow, fairies, and metallic everything - audibly and visually. 

The records on the EP came from the songs I had written as a teenager on my bedroom floor with a guitar borrowed from a friend. 

I was a Coastie of the Central Coast variety ‘til 2002 when my Sydney-based musician friend, convinced me to move to Sydney. We used to write music together. Before that, back on the Coast, I was writing and playing with a bunch of guys. We played Kincumber Mountain, the Avoca Beach Theatre, the Terrigal Markets... I had a nose piercing and I would sing Ben Harper covers along with my own material. Once I wore a sweat towel that belonged to the late Juan Nelson, bass player of Ben Harper and the Innocent Criminals. I tied it around my jeans. My friend had obtained the crotchet towel for me when Juan threw it into the crowd at a gig. My mum and dad would come watch me at the markets. After those gigs in Terrigal, we would go and have coffee at Aromas on Church St. That café is no longer there. I loved that place.

Once I had written enough material in Sydney, we went into the studio to record my songs. I found a guy named Luke to produce it. I tracked with some other guys from the Central Coast named Gus and his brother Luke who had some very nice recording gear that I believe used to belong to INXS. I had a mixture of musicians from the Coast and Sydney. Great players. Tim, Matt, Nigel, Mike, Peter. My good friend Lindsay sang background vocals - when we paused from our hysterical laughing long enough for the engineer to actually record a proper take. After we tracked, we went up to Rocking Horse Studios in Byron Bay for a few days, and an engineer named Brendan Anthony mixed the songs. I loved working with Brendan. He had good stories about people he had worked with. He affirmed my ideas. We would bounce songs to CDs and all go for drives to the beach to listen to the mixes (RIP car speaker tests). We all played table tennis. We all took exactly, um, zero (i.e., 0) photos.  We would bounce more mix ideas and listen in the cottage. I returned to Sydney with a stack of compact discs for Don Bartley, the mastering engineer at Studios 301. In 2003, 301 was located at 301 Castlereagh St, Sydney. And so, there I was, unsure if one sat in on a mastering session or not. I went with, yes, just sit in on it. I had nothing to do for those hours. In order to break up the day, I scheduled a break to procure myself a skinny latte (another 2000s cliché - and a coffee order that I refused to let go of until 2020; a metaphor, if ever). I drank it slowly while I sat on the couch behind Don. There were a few books and zines on the coffee table. I read every word. But I didn’t leave. I was utterly clueless, utterly still. I didn’t want to miss a moment of this process. When he finished mixing, he turned around and gave me great encouragement in my songwriting. 

This year is the 20 year anniversary of Ocean - an album that would open little doors. From some great gigs in Newtown supporting Vika and Linda Bull at the Bridge Hotel, Jenny Morris at The Sandringham (at that gig, one of her companions, Jon Farris left me a little starry-eyed when he came up to me and let me know he liked our sound that evening -  so I gave him one of my CDs. Did he take it with him? Who can say? But who cares. Not I. Not then. Not now. I played The Vanguard when it was called “The Vanguard” the first time round. I played in New Zealand. I played wherever I could get a stage. I would scour the Drum Media newspaper for new venue ideas. Sometimes I took the band, sometimes I just took a keyboard. I had my name listed with a booking agency, waiting for calls to be invited to play somewhere, anywhere. My song Superyou got a bit of radio play. I took my EP to some record executive who really liked it but wanted me to boost my profile by landing a role on Neighbours. I actually found an agency and got some shots done to try my hand at television. But as I walked out of the photographic studio, I knew I wasn’t being myself.

The more I think about my writing and recording endeavours, the more I realise I was smack back in the middle of a cultural transition. As I look to the context in which my music was birthed, I understand it was well and truly the end of the 90s, and into the new millennium. The live music scene was dying in the early noughties. We were all working out what it would take to survive the transition. I once supported a major artist, and I brought the bigger crowd. That was strange. No one knew what was going on. Communities formed online. Tumblr. Blogs. Wordpress. The noughties would end with me writing for Mia Freedman (another story for another time). But the noughties marked the beginning of the end of magazines, the era of fashion blogs, the seeds of the influencers. And 2003? Well, that was the moment of transition. The world was somewhat cleaning itself up, making way for, my goodness, Australian Idol, Facebook, iTunes. We steamed the vomit out of the carpet. We didn’t save the Sando, Newtown. Regulations came in. Rules came in.  Pokies came in.  Branding. Marketing. Copywriting.

I have curated somewhat of a museum here on Tumblr (seemed fitting) as an ode to my first EP, Ocean, the first of four projects I would make over the next twenty years. Voiceless (2011) and Carry On (2016) would follow. My new album Familiar Drama comes out soon. Take Me Back to the City, the first of ten songs, is out now. Love, petals, and tiaras, Jules xo

[diddlesanddoodles]

DEAD WALLS RISE - FARRIS

Special thanks to the forever amazing @thundering-susurrus​ for editing. 

“You should smile more.”

Farris turned his head to eye the thin figure sitting under the window. Without use of his eyes, Kent could no longer see the sunlight spilling down onto him, but the human still enjoyed the warmth of the sun’s rays nevertheless.

“What are ye on about?” Farris asked. “I smile plenty.”

Kent didn’t turn to face his Vhasshalan guardian. “I can hear it in your voice when you frown.”

“The fuck ye can.”

“See?” said the man with a knowing grin. “You did it just now.”

Farris stepped away from the pan of toasting spices to glare at his ward. “Aye, because I have a smarmy lil’ wanker tellin’ me I frown too much.”

“I believe what I said was – ”

“BAH! I know what ye said. When I have a reason to smile more, I will.”

“Seems like you have good reasons to smile now,” Kent said, turning his face to Farris at last. There was no real point in facing the giant when they spoke other than an old inclination from when he still had use of his eyes. “No one’s caught fire in a while. That should be a good enough reason to me.”

Though he clearly saw that Kent was trying to goad him into a lighter mood, Farris did not possess enough spirit at that moment to feel anything other than the same weighted guilt that always followed him day in and day out. “Gonna take a lot more than that, lad.”

Kent’s mild smile faded away. “Isn’t just… being alive enough?”

“Not everyone’s as chipper about that as ye.”

A silence fell between them. To Farris, it felt heavy and dreadful, and he had half a mind to demand the human to simply drop the topic and allow him to go on with his day. Work was numbing and was the only thing he had found that came close to alleviating the pain. The pain brought on from the memories and the knowledge of what he had done. He had his reasons, of course. He had made his choice: the lives of his boys over the scores of captured humans. He was responsible for the workers under him and the humans had been enemy combatants. But that justification only held water for so long. 

“You’ll forgive yourself one day, Farris.”

Kent’s words felt like ice in his chest. He brushed a hand across his nose as he bent to grab the pan from the fire. Tipping the now-toasted spices into a bowl, he set it aside before grabbing the next batch and tossing the raw spices into the still hot pan. Giving it a firm shake, his eyes drifted to the flames and he watched them dance for several long moments. He sat the pan down. 

“No,” he finally replied in a soft voice. “Ain’t no forgivin’ what I’ve done.”

“You’re too good a man to let his legacy ruin you.”

“Good men don’t murder in…” He stopped himself and sighed. “Ye wouldn’t understand, Kent. And I don’t expect ye to.”

“I think I do a little. Was on the other end of that mess, don’t you forget.”

“How could I?” Farris asked as he glanced over his shoulder. “Ye remind me all the time. Even though I was there.”

“And your bedside manner is as terrible as ever.”

He had to laugh at that. Walking around the table, he went to the counter where Kent was sitting and poked the man’s side. “Was there a point to this or do ye just like hearing yerself blabber on and on?”

“Hm… maybe a little of both?” Kent replied grinning. “No, I did have a point.”

“Then make it so I can get on with my work.”

“You’re a good man, Farris,” Kent said seriously. He reached out and patted Farris’s hand. “Even if you don’t think so. And there aren’t a whole lot of those left in the world. I do hope you find a reason some day to forgive yourself. Even just a little. And maybe you’ll start smiling again.”

Farris eyed him, suppressing the urge to be angry or brush away the man’s touch. Kent always confounded him. He had every right and opportunity to be a bitter wreck of a man after everything he had been through and yet, despite it all, Kent was endlessly cheery and kind. Sometimes frustratingly so. For several moments, Farris stared at the small scarred hand resting on his own. He grunted and pulled his hand away. “What’s got ye all sentimental this mornin’?”

“Hm? Oh, I dunno. Been thinkin’ about my place in the universe. Meaning of life. The usual,” Kent paused as a devious smirk crossed his face. “And of course see how long I can distract you until you catch on that your spices are burning.”

“Wha…? Ah! Ye lil’ fucker!”

Kent’s laughter filled his ears as he rushed back to the hearth to try and salvage his work. In the following years, Farris would regret not appreciating that sound more. It would be the last time he would hear Kent laugh.

The next night, he came down with a hellish fever.

And by morning, Kent was dead.

………………………………………………………………………..

The wedding feast preparations had been a symphony of chaos: carefully planned, but executed more with stubborn will than any finesse or strategy. He had assumed the weeks of prep they had done would carry them further than they ultimately had, and by the second to last course on the last day they were scrambling to keep up. Luckily for Farris, most of the guests were happy enough to indulge in the free flowing wine and liquor between the courses. They would be too inebriated to be able to find their own feet, let alone be able to tell that the next course was late.

And then, of course, that was when Yale brought him the thief.

A human child. She was a small and pitiful creature. Dirty, skinny, and terrified, but a thief nonetheless. He was far too busy to spare her any consideration of leniency. It was her poor luck that she chose to steal from him on the single busiest day in more than a decade. She would just have to wait, he decided. Secured in one of the wooden cages left over from the delivered livestock, he placed her on the counter inside the pantry, gave her a firm warning to be quiet, and left her there. She didn’t scream at him or try to escape. In fact, the little thief barely even made a sound other than muffled weeping. If it had been any other day, he may have felt pity for her. Instead, he was annoyed to have something else dumped onto his already overloaded plate.

Several hours later, when he had a moment to even consider her again, he found that she had wedged herself in the corner and fallen asleep. He opened the cage and slipped a ramekin of water inside before closing it back up again. The human child did not stir.

Even balled up as she was, he could tell she was very young. Too young to be wandering around on her own. A suspicion began to form in his mind that she was not just some young hooligan from the Hill Tribes making trouble. He’d had plenty of those come through over the years and after threatening to toss them into a pie, each of the little troublemakers would be quick with their excuses and defenses. So, after a good scare and a lecture, they’d be sent back to Gregis for another lecture and whatever punishment the Hill Tribe leader saw fit. The war might be over, but danger still remained, even within the castle.

However, Farris could not recall ever having come across a thief so young. Her clothes were made of a rough homespun hemp and, best he could tell, seemed too small for her. She wasn’t even wearing shoes. Autumn had been mild but still chilly enough to warrant shoes. Where in the Seven Hells did this girl come from? And where were her parents?

He decided to leave the questions for later and went to help with the last big push to get the dessert course out the door and cleanup underway. There was a large tankard of dark ale waiting for him at the end of the day and he did not intend to be late. He felt as though he had earned a drink.

…………………

“So what’re ye gonna do with the Dumplin’?”

Farris had sat down to supper that night, more aware of his age than he ever had been. The arthritis in his left wrist was acting up, his joints creaked, and his back hurt. But still, he felt a deep sense of accomplishment for the work they had done. He opened his eyes, glancing towards the source of the question, and shrugged. “Notified Donal. He’ll inform the King tomorrow and then it’ll be his discretion as to what’s to be done with her.”

That seemed to surprise Saen and the rest of his staff. Yale sat up a little straighter. “Why’d ye do that? Ain’t ye just gonna send her back to Gregis? Like the others?”

Farris chuckled. “That lil’ mite ain’t from the Hill Tribes, lad. She’s feral.”

“How can ye tell? She say somethin’?” Yale asked.

“Nah. Just a hunch,” He took a long swig of ale and, as he sat it back down, sent a vague gesture towards the pantry door. “Fer one thing, Gregis wouldn’t let a child run around in that state.”

“She was pretty mangy lookin’,” Yale conceded with a chortle. “Looked like the thin’ needed a good scrubbin’.”

“Thinkin’ a keepin’ her are ye?” Saen asked, elbowing Yale in the ribs.

Yale grinned. “Crossed my mind.”

“Well,” Farris said. “first she’s gotta face the King’s justice.”

“Still. If she ain’t from Gregis’s lot,” Yale said, “where the hell she come from?”

“Who knows,” he replied. “Where do any of ‘em come from anymore?”

Beside him, Bart laughed. “Half the time it seems like they just pop out of the ground like cabbages.”

Grinning, Farris took another long pull from his ale before getting to his feet and reaching for one of the communal bread loaves. He tore off a small but still sizable piece and turned from the table.

“Well, suppose I should go feed her somethin’,” Farris said. “That one’s the skinniest dumplin’ I’ve ever seen.”

Light laughter followed him as he opened the door to the spice pantry. The hearth light fell in an illuminating column into the room and onto the cage where he could see a swathe of red. Farris froze.

The girl was awake and on her belly, clutching the rim of the water cup he had left her. Her skin was red with a distinctive rash and she was pulling in short gasping breaths all the while, laying in a small pool of her own sick.

Farris felt his stomach drop. The red reap.

He recalled the night Kent fell with the fever and how the rash soon followed. His breathing had become raspy and labored and it was not very long at all before he breathed his last breath. But Kent had been an adult, a grown man. The Dumplin’ was just a small child.

“Seven fuckin’ Hells,” he cursed. It was Kent all over again and, though he would never admit it aloud or even to himself, Farris was scared. He turned to call back over his shoulder. “Yale, get me warm water, not hot, and a few towels.”

His assistant looked up at him from his place at the table with round cheeks, unable to answer him with his mouth so full. Beside him Saen was grinning at him cheekily. “Oh aye? Be needin’ some relaxation after all that exhaustin’ spice grindin’, eh, Farris?”

He glared at the cook. “Shut yer gob Saen before I bash it in. It ain’t fer me,” he said and turned his gaze back to the sick little girl. “The human’s got the red reap.”

All of the merriment and cheer died in an instant as all eyes of his staff turned to him. Yale especially looked upset as he mechanically chewed and swallowed. “She didn’t look ill earlier.”

“They call it the reap fer a reason, boy. There’s no warnin’. It just comes. Now get off yer arse and get me what I asked fer.”

Yale was on his feet in an instant, rushing to the shelf to grab a bowl. “...right away, boss.”

He stood beside her cage, feeling the weight of his shame and harshly cursing himself for his cruelty. It was very probable that these would be her last moments and he had her put into a cage. As a joke. But no one was laughing. He opened the cage and removed the cup of water. There was sick all over it and down the side, but he did not pay it any mind. When he reached back inside for the girl, she shied away with a pained mewl. She was shaking and weeping.

He had done this to her.

“Hush now,” he murmured softly to her, resting the tips of his fingers lightly across her back. She tried to squirm away from him. “I know it hurts, lil’un. I know yer scared. Just keep breathin’...”

Yale was there with the water and towels. “Where do you want this, Farris?”

“Upstairs,” he said, considering the girl and how best to pick her up without doing her more harm. “And I’ll need the salve from the drawer there. And a Cayne leaf. Small one.”

In the end, he simply scooped her into his cupped hands. She was so small and light, but shockingly warm. The fever had well set in and he knew she may not have much longer.

Yale followed him up to his private quarters and once inside, Farris directed him to set the bowl of water on the table. His first attempts to remove her vomit-covered clothes resulted in her struggling against him and he snarled at her in frustration. “Stop that, girl. Yer covered in sick.”

He decided it best to get it all over with as quick as possible and simply yanked them off her. She showed signs of malnutrition and was so thin that he knew she wouldn’t have the strength to fight off the fever. The realization seemed to hit Yale at the same time. Once she was clean, he wrapped her in one of the towels and tucked her into the crook of his arm. He applied the salve to her eyelids, where it would help cool the raging heat of the rash. Then he slipped the Cayne leaf into her mouth, which she immediately spat out.

He didn’t blame her. Cayne leaves were rancid and vile tasting things. But it was also one of the best pain remedies known.

“Ye can go Yale,” he said. “I’ve got ‘er.”

His assistant looked at him with wide and fearful eyes. “Ye sure?”

Farris nodded. “If she makes it through the fever, she’ll live,” he said and sighed deeply. “We’ll know by morning.”

He reached out and grabbed Yale by the shoulder with his free hand. “Regardless, I need you awake and alert tomorrow. There’s too much that still needs to be done. If she lives, she’ll be seeing the King. If not, well, the reap will have made the judgment fer ‘im.”

“All right,” he said with a lingering concern in his eyes. Yale touched a finger to the girl’s head, petting her softly. “Good luck, lil’un.”

After Yale had left, Farris went to his bed and sat down. He was not sure how long he sat there, watching the human sleep. The red rash had spread along her neck and face, but she did not stir from her sleep. Her breathing remained raged and labored.

In the quiet of the night, when he knew no one was around to hear him, Farris spoke to the girl.

“Yer just a lil’ thing,” he said quietly as he ran a finger across the top of her head. “Probably all alone in the world, eh? Either that or yer folks are right shit. Don’t look like the world’s been very kind to ye, lass. Even now, it’s still tryin’ its best t’beat ye down. But yer a strong one, ain’t ye? Not gonna let a fever take ye. Nah. Too green fer it all to end so soon. Yer gonna be alright there, Dumplin’. I’ll make sure of it. One way or another. Yer gonna be just fine. Yer gonna wake up…”

His hands were shaking.

“Please. Please, wake up.”

…………………..

He woke at the same time he had for the last twenty-some-odd years. It was still plenty dark, but the lamp on the wall was still lit, a minuscule amount of oil still feeding the small flame. He knew it would last until the first rays of the sun reached the castle roof and then would need to be refilled. At first, his mind automatically went to sorting out the day’s tasks, but everything stopped with a sickening jolt when he remembered the child. His arm remained curled around the bundle and he wondered, if he were to look down, would there be another face to add to the collection of the dead within his mind and nightmares? With a fortifying breath, his heart pounding, Farris dipped his head down to look at the little girl. The harsh red rash that had covered her face was gone. She had not gone stiff, and he realized with a start that she was still warm. 

She was still breathing.

She was alive.

“...ye… yer alive,” he breathed in shock, resting his free hand on the bundle. “Seven fuckin’ Hells… ye… I can’t...”

For a long moment, he sat there and watched her sleep, all the while riding the waves of varying emotions. In the end, he thought of Kent. Farris easily recalled what a pitiful and broken creature he had been when he had first laid eyes upon him. He remembered how he had made a place in his kitchen, his home, for him. He could do the same for the girl.

“...I could do that fer ye,” he said to no one in particular as he rose from the bed, careful not to wake his charge. With a warm smile on his face, he rocked her gently. “My lil’ Dumplin’.”

…………………..

It took Rheil less than an hour to return to the kitchens after delivering the girl to the King. Clutched in his gloved hand, he held Farris’s note. He stepped down into the kitchen and everyone eyed him eagerly as they slowed in their work to watch and listen. 

“So?” Farris asked Rheil as he wiped his hands on a tea towel and leaned against the counter. “She give his Majesty her story then?”

“Aye,” replied the captain as he crossed the room and held out the note to Farris. He took it, but did not open it. Rheil crossed his arms and leaned up against the long table and regarded the kitchen master with neutral expression. “Orphaned.”

He nodded. “Figured that much.”

“And ye were right,” Rheil replied. “She ain’t one of Gregis’s. She ain’t even a refugee.”

Farris squinted in bemusement. “No?”

“No. She’s from the Southlands. The port,” Rheil replied. “Guess there was some big ol’ fire than killed her last living relative. She was trying to steal some food from the caravan when it was being loaded and she got stuck.”

“That’s a three day trek nonstop,” Saen butted in, eye wide in horror. “Ye mean she was stuck in that basket for three days?”

Rheil nodded. “She was. Probably too scared to ask for help. Who knows what the Beastmen would ‘a done if they caught her and once she passed the Gate… well. In fer a penny.”

Farris huffed. “No wonder half my persimmon order was gone. She probably ate three golds worth all on her own.”

Rheil made a face. “Seems awfully steep just for some fruit.”

Farris waved the comment away. “That ain’t nothin’. Them red mud boars were twelve gold a piece and one arrived dead. Weddings on the whole are expensive affairs. A royal wedding is extravagant and extravagantly expensive. But I ain’t one to tell the King how to spend his money. That’s Thame’s job.”

“Also, the lass thought Nethrin was still King,” Rheil added and Farris frowned.

“She what?”

The captain nodded, a smirk creeping along the edges of his mouth. “Aye. Thought she was gonna faint on me fer a second. Told her he was long dead, but I ain’t sure how much she believed me.”

Farris ran a hand down his face. “Where she now?”

“Lolly’s got her.”

“Well, we won’t be seein’ her fer a few hours then,” Bart laughed as he came down the steps from the courtyard. “Them ladies will be fawning over the Dumplin’ till suppertime. Mark my words.”

“True enough and just as well,” Farris conceded. “That’ll give her time enough to acclimate a bit and we can get on with our work.”

Bart gave him a questioning look. Silently, Farris handed the note to him. Bart’s eyes scanned the words before glancing back to Farris with the same questioning eye. In reply, Farris just nodded and Bart shrugged noncommittally.

“Well alright then,” he said and went back to work.

Farris opened the note again to scan the words, feeling an rising sensation in his chest, and Kent’s words came abruptly to the forefront of his mind.

“You’re a good man, Farris. Even if you don’t think so. And there aren’t a whole lot of those left in the world. I do hope you find a reason some day to forgive yourself. Even just a little. And maybe you’ll start smiling again.”

The note read:

If it comes to pass that the girl does not have any place to go, I ask his Majesty to consider that I might be granted guardianship over her. - F

And written just under his note in a much finer hand and with higher quality ink than his own, was the short answer:

Your request is granted. Take care of her, Farris. - W

Farris smiled. 

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BONUS ART:

[clarkes-and-god]

"Doll, are you sure your parents are going to like me? I mean, it's my first time meeting them, and if we don't get on, I don't want to be imposing myself for the entire weekend."

"Of course they will! They've heard so much about you, and they've been wanting to meet you for ages now, don't worry. They're so excited to finally meet you, especially my dad."

"What, so he can shoot me? I don't know, Mira, I just want to make a good impression, it's important to me and I don't want to mess it up with them."

"Don't be silly, my dad's not like that, honey. If he didn't like you, he would have told me, believe me. They'll like you, I promise."

"Hey sweetheart, welcome home! How are you two doing?"

"Hi Mom! Hi Daddy! We're doing good, Farris is so excited to meet you!"

"That's great to hear! You kids come inside, and we can be properly introduced."

"How's school, sweetie? Is everything going ok, nothing too hard?"

"It's great, Daddy, I can't believe I'm about to graduate! Farris is graduating at the same time, and then he'll be a fully qualified solicitor. You should ask him about it, I'm so proud of him, it's hard work."

"Daddy, I'd like you to meet Farris. Farris, this is my dad. Farris is from Willow Creek, and he's studying law, like I said on the phone. We met at the Christian Society that he runs, and I've met his family and they're lovely people. His dad is Maximus Montague, one of the politicians who passed that tax reform, the one that reduced your taxes."

"Pleased to meet you, sir. I've got to say, your house and Oasis Springs is absolutely beautiful. Mira is such a sweet girl and I'm excited to get to know you and your wife, from what Mira's said you both sound wonderful. And I'm glad you like my father's work, he's an inspiration to me, especially now I'm graduating."

"It's great to have you here, Farris. I'm happy to know that some of your generation still has ambition and wants to keep up the family legacy, you know? My son, Carter, wants to go into the military and I'm glad he has a goal, but some kids these days just want everything handed to them on a platter, being communists and on food-"

"Hi honey! I'm Mallory, Mira's mom. It's so great to finally meet you, we've heard a ton about you! Tell you what, why don't you and Markus go to the living room, I think there's a football game on the TV. Me and Mira can fix some snacks and then we'll come join you."

"Oh, thank you ma'am, that sounds great. You're very, uhm, welcoming."

"Does Farris like chocolate chip cookies? Me and Charlotte made some yesterday, I can put them out on the coffee table."

[whispering] "He does, Mom, but don't you think you might have come off a little intense, hugging him like that? I mean, don't worry about it but I don't think he was expecting it."

[whispering] "I'm sorry, honey, I'm just so excited for you. You're growing up, graduating, and you have a proper relationship now. And he seems great, him and his family, I don't want to make a bad impression, you know? But I'll tone it down if you think that'd be better, sweetie."

"So, Farris, tell me about this solicitor thing. What type of law are you going into? I'm a Captain in the Army myself, so I can't say I know much about all this academic stuff."

"Corporate law, sir. It's a good career but not the most interesting to talk about, mostly just writing contracts and the like. But you're a Captain? That's a very honorable career, sir, and I bet the day-to-day is much more interesting than law. And you said your son wants to go into the military? That's fantastic that he wants to continue your legacy."

"It is, I'm very proud of all my children. Dolly's doing fantastic at school, and she's got all her new, respectable friends from that Christian Society of yours, and I have to say you've made a good impression of yourself, too. Birdie, her sister, has just gone off to Britechester too, I doubt you know her but she wants to be one of those teachers that helps delayed children, in wheelchairs and stuff. I had my concerns about my girls going to college, but my wife convinced me otherwise and they seem to have been doing great. It's not like they're doing anything inappropriate for women either, a nutritionist and a teacher. Then my boy, Carter, wants to join me in the military, like you said, and he's doing excellent with his sport at school, too. He's on the football team, very impressive for a freshman. And my little one, Charlotte, isn't the most academic, like myself. But she's a pretty girl and she's doing excellent in her pageants. She's just the sweetest little girl too, you'll probably meet her today."

[michelle-is-writing]

Carnival, Jason Todd

Word Count: 815~

A long time ago, I told Jason I wanted to go to a carnival one day. I had never been to one as a kid, but I always wanted to. My parents never cared if I wanted to do something; the answer was always no. When I turned 18, I decided I would do everything I wanted to when I was young, and soon after, I met Jason. I’ve been able to do a lot of things with him like go for walks in the park or even take him with me to go shopping. Jason isn’t one for public scenes, but he always tells me he loves to do these things with me. I can tell he cares a lot about me, and I’m so glad he’s my boyfriend.

When he surprised me with tickets to the carnival, I was ecstatic as I didn’t even know one was going on. I knew it would be so much fun, and I was right. We saw a lot of performers as well as little pop-up booths. The whole event was great, but as they neared closing time, Jason suggested we ride the Ferris wheel for our last carnival ride. He said yes to everything I suggested, so I thought why not?

It wasn’t too bad before we reached the top. It was actually fun up until that point, and the way Jason looked below all of the lights looked almost like a painting. Granted, he was used to sights like that with him surveying the town late at night often on top of a building. After a few moments, Jason caught my eyes locked on him and smiled, raising his eyebrow as if he were questioning me.

“Thank you for tonight,” I whispered to him, leaning my head against his shoulder as I crane my head up to him. “Can I have a kiss?”

Jason’s smile visibly widened at my words before he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine, giving me exactly what I wanted. In fact, his lips felt so good on top of mine that I didn’t even notice us being rotated all the way to the top. At the highest point we could be, we were stopped, leaving me to cling to Jason for dear life. This then resulted in teasing - endless teasing.

“I wasn’t scared!” I exclaim as we walk away from the fair and over to Jason’s car, one of the various sports cars he "borrowed" from his dad. “But you have to admit that we were at a pretty tall point, and don’t say that’s nothing because you’re used to climbing tall ass buildings,” I add, pointing a finger at Gotham’s very own Red Hood.

Stopping in his tracks, Jason holds his hands up in surrender and smiles before scooping me into his arms and holding me against his chest in a tight but loving hug. Due to him being the trained assassin that he is, he’s a lot quicker and stronger than me, and there’s no way for me to dodge his moves, but why would I?

“No, being at the top of the Ferris wheel was a pretty tall height,” he tells me, still holding me in his arms. “But I do have to admit that you freaking out and holding onto me was quite cute.”

Immediately, my cheeks feel as if they were on fire, and despite the cool autumn weather, my body feels the same fire from my current embarrassment. “I was scared, Jason,” I sheepishly admit to him, earning a chuckle in response.

“I know, doll, but you were still so cute,” Jason continues before putting me back on my feet and taking my hand. “How about we get ice cream and then head home for the night?” He suggests, making me smile.

Squeezing his hand, I take a step closer to him and kiss his cheek. “That sounds great, babe,” I tell him, watching him smile back in response.

After getting ice cream and heading home for the night (Jason does like to keep his word), we both shower and crawl into bed. Surprisingly, Jason falls asleep before me, and as I lie in his arms, I’m left to think about everything we did tonight. I’ve done so much I would have only dreamt of as a teenager. I went to the carnival, I played games there, and I even kissed my boyfriend on the Farris wheel. It was better than I could've ever imagined as a youngster.

Looking up at Jason, my heart warms at the sight of his sleeping face, so calm and tranquil. Among all of the things I’ve gotten to experience as an adult, falling in love with Jason has been the best, and as he lies here next to me with his arms holding me close to him, I know he loves me too.

[erodasfishtacos]

just got home from the local fair and had the cutest mlbrry idea! the boys are like trying to win one of those games where you throw balls at bottles and win a stuffed animal when you knock the bottles over. they can’t quite get it so dad steps in to help… he may or may not break the stand with how hard he throws lol. just a cute lil story I thought of while walking around

STOPPPPP BUT FR FR.

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Harry had Briar popped on his hip, YN had Ezra in a stroller where he was sipping on a fresh-squeezed lemonade.

Easton was sticking his tongue to the corner of his lips, just like his dad, when he winds up to pitch at the milk jugs.

Cash was next to him, not a precise as his older brother but still had a pretty good aim for his age, as he chucks them.

The parents watch in humor as they try with all their might, Easton managed to get one knocked over and Cash has one wobbling but not falling at the other stall.

There were big lizard stuffies hanging from the wall that the boys wanted desperately and there was a crowd forming because it was Harry Styles at a local fair.

“That was the last of your balls, kids. Better luck next time,” The bored older attendant tells them with an unsympathetic shrug.

Easton tries desperately to hide his disappointment and act like a big boy where as their four and a half year old, Cash, starts crying as he rubs his face in his mama’s thigh - her hand coming to card through his curls.

The attendant must not have recognized Harry but the group behind them start whispering excitedly when he hands him more cash and is handed three balls.

“I’ll only need two,” Harry says confidently, tossing the third back to the confused man.

He backs up, YN scuttles the kids out of the way, and she rolls her eyes at the people pulling up their phones to video.

Harry lines up the shot to the first stand of jugs, winds up, and pitches the ball like he’s out on the mound at the Yankee’s stadium.

The three jugs literally explode from to 90 mph fastball, the cheap material falling into pieces as it flies off the stand.

Without hesitation, he winds up again and does the exact same to the other jugs at the next stall. Bottles shattering from the sheer force.

The worker is in shock, staring between Harry and the broken game, “You must have a been a good baseball player in high school or something?”

Harry laughs heartedly, “Somethin’ like tha’.”

A few seconds later, Easton and Cash are hauling around massive lizard stuffies that are almost as big as them.

As the two older ones ride the kiddie Farris wheel - YN can’t help but lean over and whisper to her husband, “Not gonna lie. That turned me on - what you did back there.”

Harry’s eyes light up, his dimple popping as he replies back, “Does tha’ mean y’gonna give it t’me tonight, mama?”

YN smacks his shoulder, “Why do you act like you’re depraved? You get it all the time.”

He shrugs unbothered, wincing a bit when Briar yanks on his curls with curiosity before giving her father an award-winning gummy smile that looks like her mama’s.

“Is it a crime t’be in love with you and your body?” Harry pouts before pinching her bum, “If so arrest me, ‘cause I’ve been a bad man.”

[amostimprobabledream]

My thoughts on the new Matilda movie musical

Yeah, I’m gonna get this out of the way - I am extremely biased because I grew up on the OG Matilda with Mara Wilson. It’s one of my comfort movies, so I was likely to be critical of this. However I’m also a fan of the musical and Tim Minchin in general, so I was willing to give it a shot. Overall? The Mara Wilson version is the absolute superior movie. The musical is somewhat more true to the book (except the bullshit with Miss Honey’s parents), but there’s something very overly-produced and rushed about this new version. I liked most of the songs, but they felt a lot faster than the songs on the musical soundtrack and it gave the movie this weird pacing issue where it was both slow, with its overindulgent dream sequences, and incredibly rapid-paced with how quickly it jumps from plot points and the songs are sped up. “Bruce” was my favourite of the musical numbers but I don’t like that Bruce was downgraded into being Matilda’s age instead of a child a few years older. It doesn’t really feel like a cohesive story so much as a bunch of fantastical set pieces linked together. And while the actress who played her was a good singer, I couldn’t help but find this Matilda kind of unlikeable? There aren’t many scenes where she’s interacting with the kids the way an actual kid would, like in the OG movie and the book where there’s a long scene with her and Lavender as Hortensia explains the ins and outs of Cruncham Hall to them - instead we get a musical number of the kids singing about how tough the school is. Most of her scenes involve her yelling at the adults around her or singing about how unfair her life is. Also, she kept purposefully defying Trunchbull (lying about that kid having narcolepsy, trying to defend Bruce, etc) but Trunchbull never really does anything to her for it aside from vaguely promising to punish her “late”. Like when she shoves Bruce in the Chokey, why not come back and do something to Matilda? (Also Miss Honey’s aghast at Bruce being put in the Chokey because “he’s too young!” but like...putting a child in the Chokey at all is cruel and unusual so what weird complaint? The way she says it makes it sound like she’d be fine with it if he was a nine year old.) Like in the OG movie, she locked Matilda in the chokey just because her dad sold her a shitty car, tries to have her locked away when she figures out Matilda was at her house and blames Matilda for the glass spilling even though she was sitting at her desk. The movie tried to get you to feel sorry for her by giving Mr and Mrs Wormwood moments where they mistreat her, but it just fell kinda flat for me, especially since the Wormwoods came across like they were doing another movie offscreen. (I also found it weird they cut Matilda’s older brother Mikey.) This Matilda just comes off like a bossy little showoff and the actress’s habit of shrieking half her lines didn’t help - I think it’s obvious she’s more used to acting onstage where you have to project your face than in a movie.

I don’t have much to say about the other kids because they barely seemed to be in the movie - Hortensia got changed to a weird kid with a beret and I don’t think anybody even spoke her name onscreen, Lavender became “the newt kid” and more like Matilda’s secretary than her best friend and Bruce got that one song and went right back to being irrelevant again. Emma Thompson was easily the best part of the movie, she was clearly having an absolute blast playing Miss Trunchbull and they included some scenes that were in the original novel, like picking a boy up by his ears, but I’m sorry - Pam Farris’s Trunchbull would have utterly destroyed Thompson’s. She’s played way more for comedy and her defeat is a lot more anticlimactic and cartoony.

Miss Honey is a massive downgrade from the original. The actress had a good singing voice, but Miss Honey in this is a soggy pile of lettuce. She spends the entire movie stuttering and quailing and makes very limp attempts at protecting the kids and overall it’s easy to completely forget she’s in a scene. The OG Miss Honey had a dark past that caused her great pain, but “she did not allow it to interfere with her teaching” and she makes much more of an effort to be proactive in her children’s lives - including when she goes to Matilda’s house and tells off her parents directly. This one was just so bland and two-dimensional and she just spends like every scene with this annoying timid smile on her face. I also found it weird Matilda happened to tell a story that was exactly what happened to Miss Honey’s parents - does she have clairvoyance in this version as well and she can see the backstory of her future adopted mother? Also, with how the character of Ms. Phelps suddenly became like a major supporting character, why didn’t Ms. Phelps just adopt Matilda? It seemed very weird to me Matilda spends all this time with another adult who isn’t Miss Honey and she never gets suspicious about why this kid doesn’t appear to have any friends or why she’s never met her parents - also, why did Matilda keep lying to Ms. Phelps about having shitty parents? She’s fine with outright confronting her parents over her father’s dirty business dealings and outright defying the Trunchbull, but she can’t tell the one adult she actually trusts the truth about what’s going on? Ms. Phelps didn’t seem to have much of a life outside of driving her library van around and listening to Matilda’s story, so it seemed off they put so much focus on her. Matilda’s bond with Miss Honey also suffered greatly in comparison to the book and OG movie and we didn’t even have the scene where she officially has her adoption papers signed by the Wormwoods. If it was that easy for Matilda to leave, why didn’t she just ask Ms. Phelps if she could live with her before the movie started? Why keep lying? Also I found it interesting that every mean/abusive adult was white but every “sympathetic” adult had been raceswapped. I don’t think the filmmakers bothered to stop and consider how problematic that is, but this post is already getting pretty long so that’s as much as I’m going to say. All in all, I regret paying money to see it. Again, Tim Minchin’s songs were the best bit but the whole movie just felt like it was trying to distract you from the weak storytelling with flashy set pieces and overly-saturated colours. (Also what the fuck was that bit right at the end where Crunchem Hall has a fairground built on the playground? Like yeah, I’m sure kids will really want to focus on learning when there’s a fucking ferris wheel and helter skelter outside!)