#I wanna tell jonathan that there’s different ways for peace

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Lost Boys

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam, Superfam

Summary: After Jonathan Lane Kent wipes himself from existence by canceling his own timeline, he finds himself stuck in the afterlife where he meets Jason Todd. He still wonders about the life un-lived on Earth, and how his parents would've felt about him.

Jason Todd, who is making the most of being dead, struggles with the reality of what he's left behind. He has one wish and one wish only: to send his family one final message.

Chapters: 11/?

Characters: Jonathan Lane Kent (Laney), Jason Todd, Catherine Todd, Boston Brand, Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, John Constantine, Raven, Talia al Ghul, Ra's al Ghul, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake

Relationships: Platonic JayLaney

Additional Tags: Angst, Platonic Relationships, Magical Jason Todd, Resurrected Jason Todd, Queerplatonic Relationships, Canon Divergent AU, POV Multiple

Chapter Eleven: Fast Car (Laney's POV)

The night before we got to Gotham, Jason lay awake in bed, staring at the ceiling. I knew how much Bruce meant to him. "Dick?" Jason whispered. Dick didn't answer. "Jason? You should get some rest," I whispered. Jason shook his head. "Please?" Jason lay his head on my chest, and he mouthed something over and over again, but he wouldn't say it out loud. I wished that he would say it out loud just so I could know what it was. I placed my hand on the back of his head. He continued to mouth it over and over again until he was too tired to continue. "Jason? What are you asking for?" I questioned. He didn't answer. I felt the weight of his upper body against my chest as he breathed. Jason was almost at peace. I clutched the back of his hair in my hand, and he mumbled, "Ma." He thought I was Catherine. I didn't know what to say, so I let go of his hair, and I hoped that he'd sleep through the night. I saw the sun come up and watched as Dick awakened. Jason rolled over and sat up. "Dick, I'm driving. You've got minutes to get ready," Jason grumbled before getting out of bed. He gathered his things and went to the bathroom, leaving me alone with Dick. Dick groaned and pushed a hand through his hair. "Lane, don't let him drive if he didn't sleep through the night, okay?" Dick mumbled. I liked that Dick spoke to me even though he couldn't see or hear me.

Once they were all done getting ready, Jason started driving the last few hours to Gotham. Dick fell asleep in the car after an hour on the road, allowing us to talk. "Jason?" I whispered. He ignored me. "Jason, are you still angry with him?" "Yes, Lane..." Jason rubbed the pads of his fingers against the fresh stubble on his cheek. He looked so different from the boy I knew, but I knew he was still in there. "Why don't you tell me what you're thinking for once?" I knew he wasn't being mean. He was just tense. "I'm worried about you. I just want things to go—." "Lane, I'll be fine... I wanna talk about you. I know you know everything about me. I wanna know something about you. What do you want?" Jason interrupted. I looked out of Dick's window. "I want my dad to hug me. I don't want to ask him. I just want him to hug me because he wants to... And I want to see my mom up close," I replied, "I want to see what I could've had in them." "Laney, the wrong one came back... And I mean it, Lane," Jason whispered. I wanted to say that I disagreed, that I wasn't jealous, but I would've been lying. I was the one who wanted a second chance. Jason didn't even want to be alive again, and there he was. I begged Jason to try and find a way to come back with me. I floated back into the backseat. "Lane? Are you okay?" Jason asked. "You didn't want to leave there... I asked you all the time, and you refused to even imagine it with me. All I would ask is for you to imagine that we were alive, imagine what it would be like to grow old, and you didn't want to," I replied. I couldn't mask the hurt in my voice. "I didn't ask to be resurrected, Lane—." "I know! You never asked for anything! You would've flown and swim and ate dinner with your mom every day for an eternity! You had everything you wanted, and I've never been able to have anything! It's not fair!" I snapped. "And ever since you came back, all you've done is complain!" "There's nothing left for me here! They moved on! I barely knew Dick, Bruce got a new Robin, I can barely sleep at night because I wake up feeling trapped—. I don't want to live, Laney! There is nothing for me to live for!" Jason screamed at me. Dick sat up and looked at him. "What's wrong?" Dick asked. Jason held a white-knuckle grip on the steering wheel. "What do you mean you don't want to live?"

I covered my face. I immediately regretted letting my jealousy get the best of me like that. I didn't want to hurt Jason. "I was dead," Jason whispered, "And I come back in the worst way possible to do what? Force my way back into a family that's doing just fine without me? Lane, I'm sorry. I know you should've been the one—." "Jason, no, I didn't mean—." "No, it's okay. I shouldn't—." "Neither of you deserved to die. You both should be happy and alive, and there will always be places for you both. No one can replace family," Dick whispered. I started to cry, and Jason did too. I hugged my knees and looked out the window. "You were both just kids..." Neither of us could speak for the rest of the ride to Gotham. The road to the manor was long and winding. At the top of the hill behind the iron gate stood Jason's home. "Dick, Lane, I'm gonna go in by myself first... Okay?" Jason asked. "Jason, tell Dick that I'll sit next to him in the front seat if he wants to talk," I mumbled. Jason nodded and relayed the message. He got out of the car, and Dick and I watched as he knocked on the front door. A man answered the door and fell to his knees. "That's Bruce," Dick whispered. Bruce pulled himself back up and embraced Jason. "Thanks for looking after my brother... If there's anything I can do for you, please let me know." I bit my nails as I watched Jason go into the manor with Bruce and shut the door. My job was done. He didn't need me anymore.

[icollectyoursins]

Jonathan Joestar x Reader x Dio Brando NSFW

Anon asked for "may i request a spicy jonathan x reader x dio sandwich 😳👉👈 extra kinky please omg,,, 🖤

In typical fanfic writer fashion, I looked up when lube was invented because well... there is no way you’re taking either of these boys without it. It wasn’t invented until 1904 (I think), but Vaseline was a common lube-like substance that was used instead which was invented in 1872. The more you know! I also looked up what kinds of toys they would have used back in the 1880s and... the history of sex toys is fascinating. 

While I’m rambling, this is going to be a long one, just to fit all the “kinky” stuff in, so bear with me. It’s been a while, I know, but it’s very long and I was on break for a bit trying to relax. Anyway, enjoy!

You had arrived at the Joestar household expecting a normal dinner with Jonathan and Dio, but things go a little awry after two of you share a drink. Whatever was in those glasses was, you certainly didn’t mind if it got you between the bodies of two very attractive men.

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WARNINGS: Making out, mentions of “drugging” I guess, something in the drink makes them very horny, but still able to consent, light riding, Jonathan is too big, so they move on, threesome, belts used as handcuffs, lube (not named, but it’s Vaseline), spitroast x2 (they switch), rough fucking, choking, face fucking, blowjobs, facials.

Word Count: 2578

     Desperate lips crashed together as you clumsily tumbled into the room backwards with Jonathan never breaking the kiss. The door closed behind him and you two gasped, hot breath tickling your faces. You weren’t apart for long and he quickly pulled you back, claiming your lips once again. A part of you questioned how this happened, but mostly you were consumed by his kiss.

     The evening had started relatively normal with you coming over for dinner, drinks were passed around between you, Jonathan and Dio. The next thing you know, you’re practically climbing on top of him, vehemently exploring his body while he did the same. Not wanting to embarrass yourselves, you quickly tried to run to a room so you could be more private.

     You both moaned as he made his way down your neck, gently pressing kisses into your supple skin. Now that you thought about the quickly finished dinner more, you realized someone was missing. Where was Dio? He sat at the table with you, ate with you and then once the drinks came around and your insatiable lust quickly flooding your senses, you lost sight of him.

     You ran your fingers through Jonathan’s hair, relishing in the way he shivered. Finally, you parted, swiftly shucking off your clothes before exploring each other’s bodies, basking in the warmth. It didn’t really matter where Dio was right now. You just wanted-

     “Jonathan.” You breathed, running your hands up his chest, enticing him into another kiss.

     “I know,” he said, panting heavily. His mind quickly raced with what to do, panicking. He’d never felt like this before, so... needy. “On the bed. Now, please.”

     You nodded once, leading him by the hand towards the edge. Strong arms lifted you up, switching your positions so he was lying on it with you on top of him, straddling his waist. You could feel his erection bumping against your behind as he got more comfortable. No more time was wasted and you quickly aligned yourself with the tip, taking a deep breath as you slowly slipped onto him.

     A cry bubbled up from your throat as just the tip stretched you. His hands massaged into your hips, trying to soothe you. You shook your head no. He was too big to take like this. He lifted your hips up again, pulling you close against his chest, whispering into your ear.

     “It’s okay, don’t worry.” Jonathan sat up, still holding you close. “We can do something else. Here, let me-” 

     He switched your positions again, crouching between your legs. Gentle kisses were trailed down towards your genitals, making the anticipation rise up in you quicker. Finally, he got to where you both wanted him. A final kiss was placed above your genitals, then-

     A cold laugh echoed from the door, making the hair on your arms stand up. You immediately started covering each other with various pillows and blankets, hiding from the hungry stare boring into you. Dio. A cool smile was painted on his face. Another hissed laugh passed over his lips, growing louder the hotter your face got.

     “Dio, we can explain!” You began. 

     “Ooh. I believe you, (Y/N).” You felt like you were falling in on yourself under his gaze. “Tell me, how do you feel?”

     “We’re fine!” Jonathan shouted defensively. He must have known more than you. It was an odd question, but you weren’t sure why he was-

     Dio’s eyes fell on you and suddenly everything felt different. Your mind started to quell its fear, focusing more on how soft his lips would feel against yours, how easy it would be to lift you up, manhandling you like you were nothing. There was a jump in the pit of your stomach. You wanted him. You wanted both of them.

     Suddenly you zoomed back down to earth. You were pressed up against him, already kissing any part of him you could. How did you get here? Did you care? He stared down at you with nothing but lust in his eyes. You were pulled closer to him, then one of his hands started to roam further and further down.

     “We don’t want to keep our little pet waiting, do we, Jojo.” Oh. Oh, god. Both?

     Jonathan shuddered while Dio brought you back towards the bed. Your lips were captured by his, quickly overpowering you. It made you melt how almost addictive his kiss was. Another set of hands danced along your back. The warmth between the two of them was lovely. 

     His clothes were quickly discarded to the side while the other fought for your attention, leaving sweet, but desperate kisses along your shoulders. His hands wrapped around to your front, teasing your nipples. You could feel his hard length against your lower back. Dio returned to you, pulling you away from Jonathan and into a rough kiss. 

     “Let me show you how to do it right, Jojo.” He seethed, bending you over the bed and lining his already erect cock with your ass. He let it slide between your cheeks a few times before he grabbed a glass jar that had previously been in his pocket. Your intended partner, however, made his way around to the front, looking down at you apologetically. 

     Without thinking, you wrapped your hand around his length, slowly jerking it. A shocked cry racked through his body, shocked by the touch. Jonathan had never felt as turned on as he did now. Whatever willpower he had before was completely gone now with the temptation of your lips brushing against the tip of his cock. 

     Dio lathered a slick substance around your hole, slipping one of his fingers in to test your tightness. Now, it was your turn to moan. God, even his finger felt big, you could only imagine what the rest of him felt like. The more his digit fucked into you, the more your mind was fogged over with lust, shallowly pushing your hips back to get more friction. With a malicious chuckle, he complied, quickly working you up to two fingers and then three.

     You couldn’t help the free moans that came out of you, much to his annoyance. His free hand slammed down on your head, forcing you to swallow as much of Jonathan’s cock as you could. Finally, your mewls were muffled. “Peace and quiet at last. Keep them like that, Jojo. Greedy whore.”

     The room was quickly filled with the sounds of Jonathan’s sweet cries as you happily lavished him, sucking in more and more. Dio soon got bored of fingering you and pulled them out with a smack to your ass, leaving a smear of whatever he used on your cheek. Then, he lined his tip up with you again, wasting no time plunging into you, almost to the hilt. You tried to cry out but were obviously stopped. Tears stung at your eyes when he started thrusting into you roughly, each one.

     Suddenly, your hands were pulled behind your back and tied together with some kind of rope that you assumed he had tossed on the bed while getting undressed. A shudder of excitement rolled through your body. Now, you were completely at their mercy, though you doubted one of them was capable of mercy and it wasn’t Jonathan. A particularly hard thrust had you seeing stars only made the answer more obvious. 

     Dio’s brutal pace only got worse, jerking you forward, making you choke on Jonathan’s dick more and more. Your eyes rolled back into your head as drool dribbled down your chin. Crescents decorated your thighs from where fingernails dug into your skin. A hand was brushed through your hair, gentle and soft. It felt so hot against you. The face behind it was flushed red, panting heavily. 

     Suddenly, he pulled back, almost collapsing into the set of drawers behind him. Despite your mouth being free, you fought to keep your moans quiet, not wanting Dio to think of something worse to shut you up. But, the feel of his cock hitting your sweet spots over and over again it was damn near impossible. You didn’t need to see his face to know he was grinning sinisterly over you, his gaze hot against your back. He doubled over, wrapping his arm around your neck into a chokehold, keeping you close to him while he practically speared through you with this new position.

     Jonathan meanwhile was trying to calm himself. You had felt so good. It should be illegal to feel that good. Oh, and your face, hot and sweaty trying to accommodate him. A moan slipped over his lips, shaking lightly from the exertion. He didn’t want to spoil you. Not yet. He wanted this to be nice for you, at least, before his adopted brother walked into the mix. 

     You were beginning to lose air, tapping on the arm around you, frantically trying to get him off. With a devious chuckle, Dio got up, pulling out of you all too quickly. You squirmed at the loss of something inside you as well as the lack of orgasm. 

     “Jojo!” He said boisterously. “Your turn.” With a hard smack of your ass, he walked away from you, letting the other man take his place. Jonathan did so tentatively. If just your mouth felt that good, what would other parts feel like? “What’s wrong, Jojo? Afraid you’ll break them?”

     “Dio!” He snapped. “Why are you so cruel?”

     A cold laugh echoed in your ears, making you shudder. Dio began to slowly jerk his dick, close enough to bring it to your lips. 

     They continued to bicker and for once you were thankful for the lust controlling your mind, easily blocking them out with thoughts that would make your grandmother blush. 

     “God, just stop fighting and fuck me,” you groaned, too aroused to think of anything but what you wanted. Jonathan looked shocked, but not turned off. 

     “Come on! Give them what they want.” Dio growled, pushing the tip of his cock forward. Immediately, you latched your lips around it, moaning at the residual taste left on it. You looked up at him, cheeks hollowing, creating a suction that drove him mad. He roughly ran his fingers through your hair, grabbing you tightly to hold your head in place, then he began thrusting his hips into you with the same pace as before. 

     Jonathan gently ran his fingers over your sides before lining himself up, praying that you had been “worked open” enough for it to be more pleasurable than painful. Slowly, he pushed himself in, unable to hold back a low grown as he felt your soft, warm walls clench around him. Just like before, the thrusts from the other man pushed you onto him slightly, making you take more.

     The stretch was incomparable to any other you’ve had (aside from Dio). You felt so full, there had to be some kind of bulge, right? If you could voice how good he felt, you would have. It was a long process for him to work up the courage to get to any proper pace, he was worried that if he took it too far, it would easily hurt you. But, you felt so goddamn good.

     Finally, he went in as far as he could, letting out another moan. Then, with the same slow, careful moves, he pulled out almost to the tip. It was as though your insides were pulling him back and he found himself sinking in quicker than he had originally intended. Whatever was making him like this soon took over, turning him into some kind of animal, spearing in and out of you without a sign of stopping. 

     Just as you suspected, you were at their mercy completely, feeling them see-saw you, like some kind of toy. God, you could have died like this and been happy, but you knew you were going to be much happier if you saw this through to the end. The three of you moaned in tandem, letting your pleasure take you over as the men picked up the pace. It was all so good, almost too good. Sweat dripped down your bodies, making your hair cling to your faces. 

     You could feel your orgasm building up in you again, unable to do anything to stop it. Their cocks somehow synced with each other and you swore that if they were any deeper, they might have touched. Your release quickly washed over you, making you see white just as they both thrust into you at the same time, stopping to let your body sort out itself out as you spasmed under them, cumming harder than you ever had.

     The first to pull out was Jonathan, slow and gentle. Then Dio followed, coming around to the other side of the bed. You faintly heard a “come on” followed by your name as you were lifted into the air, then moved to the middle of the room, where they set you on your knees. They crowded over you, one of them (presumably Dio) lightly slapped his cock on your cheek, indicating he wanted you to pick up where you left off. In your post-orgasm haze, you opened your mouth, sucking lazily.

     Gradually, you became more aware, picking up your pace. You used one hand to stroke the shaft that was in your mouth and with the other one, you reached out for Jonathan’s cock, doing the same to his. Their grunts and groans filled the room the more you jerked them. Lifting off one length with a pop, you moved to the other, looking up to see their faces, hot and twisted with pleasure. 

     It didn’t take long for someone’s seed to spill into your mouth with a loud cry. You swallowed every drop, before returning to the first one and finishing him off. Dio’s orgasm was not as intense as Jonathan’s, but when he did, he pushed himself further into your throat, making you choke while he shot his release into it. 

     You pulled back, panting heavily, a string of drool connecting you and his cock. A cruel chuckle filled your ears, making you smile almost drunkenly. You weren’t sure what it was, but something told you the night wasn’t done just yet. Dio pulled you into a rough kiss while Jonathan ran his hands up your sides, grazing his lips against your shoulders. These men were going to be the death of you.

[peoplecallmelucifer]

Every story ever written

“Attention passengers“ A pleasant voice echoed trough the hallways “We will be arriving to Nithra 5 in half an hour. Please prepare to disembark“ John Was excited and nervous. He was a part of the group representing Earth at the art festival of the Galactic Assembly. Considering it was Earths first Time sending representatives and hew as the one giving the speech his nervousness was justified. AS they disembarked the cruise ship they were greeted by a tall and slender “It’s my pleasure to extend the greetings in behalf of the Galactic assembly. I am Nithra Suenn and was assigned as your guide during your stay“

John  stood on his toes so he would be able to look Suenn in the eyes. “ Oh, thank you. I’m Jonathan grace, you can call me John, This here is Antonio Morena..” “Toni for short” the man replied “...And this is Maria Petova“ “I’m Just short” Maria replied baiting a chuckle out of their Guide May I ask something before we start though“ Sam said “Of course“ Suenn replied “Could you tell us where the envoys of the other two newcomer are.“ “Of course. If you wish I could notify their guides and see if they would be willing to arrange a meeting later today“ “That’d be lovely“ “Now If you would follow me to your quarters. I presume you would want some rest before we start the tour“ “Lead the way miss Nithra“ Sam said with a smile AS the trio followed their guide they took in the sights of the Spacedock, during the 10 minutes shuttle ride to the planet surface Toni and John were debating their upcoming speech while Maria quietly hummed a lullaby as she stared out of the window. “Miss Maria“ Suen said as she noticed the humming “oh, yes Suenn?“ “May I inquire about the melody you were... singing“ “Oh that, I was humming a lullaby I usually sing for my daughter. This is the longest I’ve been separated from her so I’m a bit Melancholic“ “Oh,  quite understandable. We Tlii also have a strong  bond with our family ... I’m nearly 40 and I still call my parents daily.“ The rest of the ride was marked by present small talk. When they landed The Group was given an hour to rest before they head out towards the “Palace of Art” The most famous gallery in the Explored part of the galaxy. “So folks“ John said “First impressions“ “Bit too formal for my taste but not bad. The Guide is cute too“ Maria replied “I’m hungry“ Toni replied “Well go grab something from the hotels restaurant. Suenn Said all the costs will be covered“ John said as Tonis eyes widened “So ... Free all you can eat buffet?“ “Yes“ “And we are staying here for a week“ “Yes“ “...Good bye my summer body“

“You’re a pig“ Maria said as Toni was closing the doors A few minutes later Suenn knocked on the doors “hello again. I have contacted the guides of the other two newcomers and their envoys said they would gladly meet you but they also requested we arrive fifteen minutes early so that you can have a proper meeting“ “Thank you very much Suenn. Tell them we agree“ Maria said Suenn nodded and left “Why do you wanna meet them anyway“ Maria asked John “Well they are new here, we are new here, none of  us actually knows what’s going on. It might be easier for all of us if we feel confused together“ “Fair point“ The human delegacy arrived 10 minutes earlier than agreed, mostly because of Johns insistence. “Why were you so adamant on arriving early Mister John “ “Well... I was too anxious for waiting in the hotel“ “And waiting here is... not causing anxiety?“ “No, because here I’m sure I won’t miss anything important“ “I can not say I fully comprehend that logic but if it lessens your anxiety I see no problem with waiting here.“ “Can I ask you something Suenn?“ “Of course?“ “I noticed your First name was the identical to the name of the planet. Is that Just a coincidence or something else?“ “It’s actually Tradition. Tlii name their children after  their Birthplace and a name chosen by their parents. I was born on this planet so My Birth Name is Nithra while my Given name is Suenn.“ “Huh. Interesting.“ After a few more  minutes of casual discussions the two delegations arrived. The D’Dret Delegacy consisted of twelve members all sporting their environment suits. “Greeting fellow children“ the leader of the delegation said as he reached out his hand

“Children?” Antonio asked quietly“ “The D’Dret word for artist is the same as their word for child“ Suenn replied “Kinda fits right“ John shook the delegates hand “It’s a pleasure to meet you, I’m JonathanGrace, leader of our delegation. You can call me John “ “I am afraid my name is quite impossible for the translator to handle so feel free to call me Otra, considering that’s the Star system I hail from“ From the other vehicle disembarked a delegation of twenty Beings of Yellow christening appearance. a leader of the group stepped forth and greeted the gathered “In behalf of Veq Hive I speak the words of greeting” the translator read “In be half of Humanity I accept the gritting and send my own“ John said and bowed, Otra mimicking his actions saying “ I do the same on behalf of D’Dret autonomy“ The Veq leader let out a low pitch pleasant click returning the bow “This one is called Ruea“ “My name Is Jonathan Grace“ “Call me Otra, shall we head inside“ “Certainly“ Ruea and John replied While there were no delegates yet there was a descent amount of visitors to the Gallery and the three delegations as well as their guides drew a number of looks. This seemed to make Johnnervous again, but also even more excited than ever. His companions seemed to share this attitude along with the D’Dret delegates. The Veq did not experience emotions, or at lest not in the way  Humans did. They didn’t know fear,Happiness or anger, but could be inquisitive,curious and mistrusting or frustrated. Although the latter was extremely rare and fairly mild. “How come Humans only sent 3 creators“ Ruea asked “Well Humanity is aware of its reputation. Lots of people in the assembly consider us borderline insane due to our contradictory nature. SO our Academy decided that the best course of action here would be to send a small delegation and not draw much attention on ourselves.“ “A reasonable approach Otra said“ “Yeah, but us three decided we have something else in plan for our speech“ “You would... defy your superior?“ Rue said in intrigued Disbelief “to a Veq that causes great pain.“ “Well If i am not wrong, you are biochemically connected, so acts of defiance are extremely rare since your communication is almost instant and complete” John said impressing Ruea “In our case that is not so. We are very Individual even though we are social beings, and sometimes people in authority refuse to listen to suggestions because they see themselves above others. In that case we become defiant“ “You are a weird people“ Said Otra with a little pause “but than again I’m the one in the EV suit“ The lengthy conversation about differences in cultures and approaches to art between all the members of the 3 delegations attracted a crowd of intrigued listeners even Suenn and the other guides were intrigued and occasionally asked a question or two.

After A an hour Suenn spoke up “Excuse me delegates, but the Ceremony is about to start. Would you please follow your respective guide to your seat“ “Oh certainly.“ John said “Ladi Ruea, Otra It has been a pleasure. Hopefully we can continue this discussion sometimes soon“

Suenn Lead her delegation to a circular room with many levels. filled to the brim with delegations from thousand of species. Humans were somewhere around the middle,Maria Noticed the Veq being almost at the bottom and one of their delegates apparently noticed her waving and looked curiously at her. she than put her opened palms on her troth imitating a traditional greeting they taught her. John noticed Otras suit about two levels above them sat juxtaposed to them and covered one eye with his hand greeting his new friend with their greeting to which Otra replied with a peace sign. “hello and welcome everyone to the annually art festival of the Galactic Assembly.” said a small alien “He looks like a plushy” Toni whispered and baited another chuckle out of Suenn. ” This year the assembly welcomed three new species The Pedantic Veq hive, The crafty D’Dret autonomy and ... Diverse Alliance of human worlds. As is tradition the newcomers will hold their speeches first. Starting with the Humans.“ John stood up “I think you for this opportunity but before I hold my speech I must ask, on behalf of our new friends of the Authonomy  and the Hive. would you allow them to speak before us, as they asked me if I would be willing to swap places with them“ “Well... no one ever turned down the offer of being first to speak before, A kind gesture indeed. I don’t see why not. Verry well. Who of you wants to speak first“ “The Authonomy children will gladly hear out our comrades of the Hive before we speak ourselves“ ”I thank our new friends for granting this request of mine.” Lady Ruea replied as she slowly walked to the podium. Suenn turned to John “What you just did was unprecedented. May I inquire why have you done this“ “As we were about to go our separate ways lady Ruea noticed that her translator was running out of battery and her spare was left in their hotel. considering she didn’t want to miss any of our speeches so she asked if I would let her talk first so she can switch her power cell after her speech. and considering I’m nervous as hell right now I decided to give myself a bit more time to relax and see other speeches before I step down there“ “Coward“ Maria teased him “and proud of it“ he replied

The speech of Ruea was simple it briefly described the way her people think and the way they approach art, or as they call it creation. How they prefer writing in strict form but are also constantly looking for new forms to write. how their statues are  trying to be symmetrical in every way and yet innovative. After her Otra came down doing the same talking about how Their culture sees artists as people who never lost their child imagination how every new creation is a new unexplored wonder, just like every next step is a new experience for a toddler. Than came John’s turn. He was still a bit nervous but he kept his cool. “As you know. lady Ruea asked me if I would do her a favour and let her speak first. I let my new friend Otra speak second because I was too nervous to do it myself“ a few chuckles were heard among the crowd “AS you know Humans have a reputation and  I was given a ready speech by the people who sent me here to read and stay out of trouble so that I can alleviate that reputation. But than again That’d be to deny human nature.“ Nick said as he ripped a sheet of paper with a written speech “Oh boy here we go“ Toni commented “What is he doing“ Suenn asked “Being true to himself ... and being a jackass“ maria replied “Our leaders only allowed us artists one speech, and a small delegation. I can live with that. But if they want me to speak I will speak however I see fit. And yes I will get in trouble for this if you were wondering“ A few more chuckles and murmurs started among the crowd “I am know that whatever stylistic figures, whatever topic I can think of, someone else in this room will think of as well. The  Ka’ran are called the masters of Romance and yet some of their poets wrote works of horror I find exquisite.  The Hevar are proud of their odes and marching songs and yet I find their lullabies to be incredibly soothing. So I don’t see a point in pretending that you are going to find something new in our works.“

This statement caused shock, intrigue and utter confusion. Are humans really so self destructive they would sabotage their own nation for an act of defiance? But the whispers and murmurs didn’t bother John

“In our statues, in our poetry, in our novels or paining ... all the motives we use I have seen with one quick stroll trough this gallery. So on this day I claim every story ever told has already been told. we just mixed up the words a bit differently.

A silence fell upon the room

I am looking forward, my fellow delegates, to read how you layed out the words we use.“

*Tink* a sound of two crystals hitting each other was heard from the lower levels *tink* as John walked off the podium and the Veq delegacy tried to imitate human clapping with their christaline limbs. *tink,tink,tink* Soon the D’Dred joined in, followed by the Ka’ran and Hevra that John Mentioned. after a few seconds most of the delegates gave a hearty applause.

“Well...“ the  alien small alien from before stepped back on the podium. “... I guess that a lot of rumours about the humans are true. They certainly are unpredictable and reckless... But If more of them are like their delegation I can only imagine how their artwork looks like. I suggest we take a half hour break before we continue“ The rest of the festival passed in a breeze. with the human delegation being followed by numerous new fans wherever they went. after a week and the conclusion of the festival several species decided to take the “scenic rout home“ as Humans said. and stopped on Cyrenca prime, Nueva Galizza, Earth and other human worlds, buying novels, visiting art museums and observing statues... Jonathan Grace was financially penalized for his “insubordination”, but considering he refused to return to earth, proffering to travel the Worlds of the assembly in search of new ideas to write about, that debt was never prayed. _ _

If you managed to get this far congrats, and thanks for reading.

I wrote this because I’ve noticed a lot of stories under these tags ... even the 2 I wrote are always going towards military and conflict situations. SO I turned it around to something I like much more

[davidmann95]

holy fuck, four part grant morrison superman/authority mini (bonus points for DILF grey temples superman in the modern day), launching into a tom taylor jon title, pkj action comics, and tom king supergirl? i dunno' about you but this is the most excited i've been about the superman line in ages

Anonymous said: Hilarious that Taylor is finally writing Superman just as you’ve started to fall out of love with him. Also holy shit Morrison writing Superman IN-CONTINUITY AGAIN FUCK YES and he’s using Ultra-Humanite! I always thought it odd that his Golden Age inspired New 52 run left out Superman’s first supervillain. And oh man did you see that variant for Action in July? DC acknowledging Morrison’s t-shirt and jeans Superman again!

adudewholikescomicsandotherstuff said: So Tom Taylor on Superman?

Anonymous said: Taylor writing Jonathan Kent??? No main Superman title???

Anonymous said: Fuck it if ai’m Morrison and I’m writing an in-continuity Superbook I’d fold as much of my Action run back into canon as I could. If Jurgens got to, they do.

cheerfullynihilistic said: So, Jon's promotion is happening bizarrely soon (or bizarrely late, depending on how you want to look at it) after the soft-reboot. Thoughts on the Superman family titles in July?

Anonymous said: What's your take on today's newly announced BOLD NEW DIRECTION for the Superman line?

apocryphist said: so, how about that Jon Kent news that's trending on Twitter?

Anonymous said: With the new Tom Taylor Son of Superman announcement, I have to say that I'm really suprised that DC is really sticking to the new and interesting directions with Future State and the Superman characters. You think they would have backpedaled, especially with the reactions to the Bendis run. What do you think is the reason that DC's finally doing interesting things with Superman now ?

After years of “so they’re gonna make Jon Superman, right?” it comes at last...via Taylor, right after he's delivered his first couple books to really disappoint me. Still, between his enthusiasm, the presence and fanbase he brings with him, and that the pressure on him to give it his all here is surely entirely different from any project he’s taken before, he might just be the guy to put over Jon in the cape as a long-term prospect in a way some preferred choices of mine wouldn’t have been. A Fraction for instance would have done more to blow me away, but in doing a single brilliant run there might have been more of an impetus in the aftermath to go “well, we saw the idea done well, that’s nice, now back to normal”, while it solidly purring along for a good long time with continuous support might do more as a running start to actually put fandom and ultimately higher-ups behind the idea of this as a desirable semi-permanent state of affairs that could lead to way more good stuff later. Put another way, Morrison Batman got us two years of Dick in the cowl, while Ron Marz gave Kyle Rayner a decade of uncontested stature as Green Lantern. Time will tell, but I think Taylor’s often been at his best when writing Superman - the earnestness and awe tends to short-circuit some of his worst instincts, as opposed to how Nightwing is feeding them - so I don’t really doubt this’ll be fun. I enjoy Timms too, and that cover (which thankfully is apparently not necessarily an accurate representation of the page/price ratio) rules. Kinda odd though neither Taylor (nor Morrison for the below) had any quotes to go with these announcements.

As for the other books (other than Supergirl, which doesn’t really have anything to announce):

Good lord that Tedesco Action Comics variant, make a grown man wanna cry. T-shirt Superman getting some proper love! More importantly, glad to see Lois on the main cover and in the solicit apparently ready to throw down with some Warworlders; I got an ask I was going to get around to before today changed the landscape asking about my thoughts on her absence in PKJ’s run. I was going to say that given his space-focused focus that didn’t bother me too much - yes, Ignition would have solved that problem, but you can’t blame someone for not having a game-changing brainstorm and convincing DC to go through with it as the status quo - especially with her playing a big role in Checkmate starting in June, and that I was more put off that the Tales of Metropolis backup specifically intended to spotlight everybody who wouldn’t fit on the cosmic side wasn’t doing anything with her. But now it seems after his initial arc she’s coming into the fold properly, so happy about that.

And hilariously buried in the announcement because it was already leaked so I guess they figured there was no point hyping it up any harder than everybody already had, Morrison’s presumably no-I’m-serious-this-time-you-guys final DC book. Aside from what I had to say when this first leaked, my main two thoughts are:

* Four issues rather than two oversized ones, huh? I said at the time this was avoiding Superman Beyond-style segmentation; ah well. Wonder whether Janin’s doing 30 pages per issue or if there are backups, and if so what those will be (please god, PLEASE, let Morrison finally do the Superman Squad story they once talked about here so I can finally rest in peace). And given this being a little more spaced out, along with notes that elements from this will play into Son of Kal-El as well as Action, I suspect/hope we might end up seeing some of Morrison writing Jon as Superman in here after all.

* This seems...shockingly minor? Not only is it apparently not in the future the way I’d assumed (even if I think the themes I envisioned for it will still largely be the case), but rather than a relatively standalone epic that PKJ’s Action would then draw from it’s instead this that’s explicitly a spinoff of that. Even given Morrison might conceivably want to take a backseat to the new guard, it’s shocking DC would go with it; the only particularly Morrison-y aspect in the description is that, as their final DC project, this is pitting Superman against his first villain in Ultra-Humanite (notably a baldie genius who ended up supplanted, wink-wink nudge-nudge).

Between these, the aforementioned Supergirl: Woman of Tomorrow, Superman: Red and Blue, Superman ‘78, Batman/Superman, Justice League, Justice League: Last Ride, RWBY/Justice League, and the newly announced as I write this Justice League Infinity, that’s a damn stacked lineup for everybody with the S, quantitatively and creatively (Superboy being relegated to Suicide Squad notwithstanding) - you can even throw Project Patron on top if you’re feeling greedy. As for why this push is suddenly happening as the last anon asked, I think it’s entirely a matter of the new ownership: it’s easy to picture a fresh suit sitting down with DC’s upper brass and shitting a diamond-hard brick on the spot when told that there was a time not that long ago where their #2 property was being regularly outsold by this guy. Mass-media moves may be expensive and risky (and even his prospects there have clearly changed), but they can throw a couple bucks at their print division to keep churning stuff out in bulk until something sticks to reboot the franchise around in a decade.

[ridiculousyoungicarus]

i wanna hide the truth, i wanna shelter you

a love letter to luxor’s zander driskell

I want to start off with a disclaimer that there’s a bunch more pre-Luxor content on this one compared to the girls’, but with Zander it felt extremely important to explore that aspect. There’s a note on the section where I’m finally playing him in the roleplay due to that, but anything before that point is before I started playing him in the group. Anyway, I’m proud to present a 3 hour Zander playlist, come help me judge him for the amount of references to his dad and Ches throughout this entire playlist.

Yet again I’d like to thank Lex for help throughout this process, and warn everyone that the usual Zander trigger warnings are all over this playlist (mental health, violence, abuse / child abuse, etc etc). Anything additional is noted on the sections.

‘cause i had a fire, passion and desire. now all i require are circuits and wires | pre-luxor:

zander before attending luxor additional tws: potential self harm (breathe me)

iRobot (Jon Bellion) [ I was a human, before you killed me and ripped my heart out. ] // Breathe Me - Acoustic (Jonathan Roy) [ I think that I might break and lost myself again and I feel so unsafe. ] // Tell Me Why (Taylor Swift) [ Why do you have to make me feel small so you can feel whole inside? Why do you have to put down my dreams so you're the only thing on my mind? ] // Weight Of Living, Pt. II (Bastille) [ All that you desired when you were a child was to be old. Now that you are here, suddenly you fear you've lost control. ]

happiness is beautiful to see, won't you box it up for me? | sophomore year:

zander’s sophomore year at luxor, and the introduction to one ches elswood. additional tws: bleed out can be extremely uncomfortable to listen to with the whole, bleeding out theme. please skip that song if you feel you need to

Cop Car (Keith Urban) [ You were thinking that running for it would make a good story; I was thinking you were crazy as hell. ] // Don't Trust Me (Phillip Phillips) [ So when I say I'm okay, don't trust me. ] // Burn Out (Imagine Dragons) [ Oh, give me strength, and give me peace. Does anyone out there want to hear me? ] // Crawling (Linkin Park) [ This lack of self-control I fear is never-ending. Controlling, I can't seem. ] // Bleed Out (Blue October) [ Will I bleed out? I gave it all, but you can't stop taking from me. And way down, I know you know where to cut me with your eyes closed. ] // Don't Sing the Blues (Bohnes) [ I was ridiculous, young Icarus. I flew too close to the sun. ]

do you remember all the plans we made? | helena:

a section dedicated to zander’s relationship with helena additional tws: sex (carry your throne), alcohol (tonight I wanna cry)

Carry Your Throne (Jon Bellion) [ If you're lost in this darkness I'll carry your throne. No, I won't let it swallow you whole. ] // Snake Eyes (Mumford & Sons) [ It's in the eyes. I can tell, you will always be danger. ] // Halfway Gone (Lifehouse) [ You were always hard to hold, so letting go ain't easy. I'm hanging on but growing cold. ] // The Promise (Andy Black) [ Tell me what ever happened to the love we gave, the promise that we both betrayed. ] // Tonight I Wanna Cry (Keith Urban) [ And I thought that bein' strong meant never losin' your self-control, but I'm just drunk enough to let go of my pain. To hell with my pride, let it fall like rain from my eyes, tonight I want to cry. ]

i say one day the valley is gonna swallow me whole, i feel like a photo that's been overexposed | junior year (‘18-‘19):

junior year of high school, fairly self explanatory additional tws: smoking (antisocial)

Flaws (Bastille) [ You have always worn your flaws upon your sleeve and I have always buried them deep beneath the ground. Dig them up. Let's finish what we've started. ] // Battle Cry (Imagine Dragons) [ Just one more time before I go, I'll let you know that all this time I've been afraid, wouldn't let it show. Nobody can save me now, no. ] // 12 Rounds (Bohnes) [ I'm coming home, I've got some things to say. My gloves are on and my shoes are almost laced. ] // Novocaine (Fall Out Boy) [ Don’t mind me, I’m just the son of a gun. So don’t stop, don't stop 'till your heart goes numb. Now I’m just numb, I don’t feel a thing for you. ] // Machine (Imagine Dragons) [ 'Cause I've been wondering when you gonna see I'm not for sale. I've been questioning when you gonna see I'm not a part of your machine. ] // Antisocial (Ed Sheeran feat. Travis Scott) [ So antisocial, but I don't care. Don't give a damn, I'm gonna smoke here. ] // Stay Frosty Royal Milk Tea (Fall Out Boy) [ Seems like the whole damn world went and lost its mind and all my childhood heroes have fallen off or died. ] // Never Going Back (The Score) [ I'm never gonna follow just because they say so. ]

consign me not to darkness | summer 2019:

the summer after the merge, where zander is stuck at home working for lance additional tws:  alcohol (if you’re going through hell)

Two Evils (Bastille) [ I'm the lesser of two evils or am I tricking myself nice? ] // Man or a Monster (Sam Tinnesz feat. Zayde Wølf) [ When you look at yourself, are you a man or a monster? ] // DNA (Lia Marie Johnson) [ Are the pieces of you in the pieces of me? I'm just so scared you're who I'll be. When I erupt just like you do, they look at me like I look at you. ] // Broken Crown (Mumford & Sons) [ So crawl on my belly 'til the sun goes down I'll never wear your broken crown. I can take the road and I can fuck it all away, but in this twilight, our choices seal our fate. ] // If You're Going Through Hell {Before The Devil Even Knows} (Rodney Atkins) [ I've been deep down in that darkness, I've been down to my last match. Felt a hundred different demons breathin' fire down my back. ] // Mud On the Tires (Brad Paisley) [ 'Cause it's a good night to be out there soakin' up the moonlight. ] // Pray For You (Jaron And The Long Road To Love) [ I pray your brakes go out runnin' down a hill, I pray a flower pot falls from a window sill and knocks you in the head like I'd like to. ]

but all the scars they prove that i fought my way through so, i always keep 'em showing | senior year of hs (‘19-‘20)

finally, the point in the timeline where zander is actually getting roleplayed by me. includes summer camp fun too

The Silence (Bastille) [ Tell me a piece of your history that you've never said out loud. Pull the rug beneath my feet, and shake me to the ground. ] // Stand Up (The Cab) [ Yeah, all of my demons are kicking and screaming but I'll never leave them behind. Yeah, maybe I'm crazy but don't try to save me, 'cause I've never felt so alive. ] // Only One (The Score) [ Tell me how it feels to know I'm not a puppet under control. I cut the strings a long time ago. ]

running from the devil, but the devil takes hold | fall & winter 2020:

a new school year, increased disdain for his father, a certain set of posters, and the start of realizing there may be something wrong with him.

Gold (Imagine Dragons) [ But now you can't tell the false from the real. Who can you trust? When everything you touch turns to gold. ] // Just Like You (Three Days Grace) [ You thought you were standing beside me, you were only in my way. You're wrong if you think that I'll be just like you. ] // Bad Blood (Bastille) [ All this bad blood here, won't you let it dry? It's been cold for years, won't you let it lie? ] // Middle Finger (Bohnes) [ But I refuse to let you make me feel like I can't fly. Not only will I soar again, I'll own the fucking sky. ] // American Beauty/American Psycho (Fall Out Boy) [ You take the full, full truth, then you pour some out, and you can kill me, kill me or let God sort 'em out. ] // Homecoming King (Andy Black) [ You're standing there with the homecoming king; turn the silver spoon into a diamond ring. Can he make you disappear without anyone noticing? Yeah, fuck the homecoming king ] // Monster (Imagine Dragons) [ I'm only a man with a candle to guide me, I'm taking a stand to escape what's inside me. A monster, a monster, I've turned into a monster. ] // Animal I Have Become (Three Days Grace) [ Somebody help me through this nightmare I can't control myself. Somebody wake me from this nightmare, I can't escape this hell. ] // Gallows (The Score feat. Jamie N Commons) [ Been turning my back on the sun these days, trying to walk the line but I'm losing my way. ]

i'm sifting through the sand, looking for pieces of broken hourglass trying to get it all back but it back together | spring 2021:

continuing to take a good look at his mental health, a desire to improve, and an appreciation for his support circle. additional tws: sex/masturbation mention (All Time Low)

All Time Low (Jon Bellion) [ I've been trying to fix my pride but that shit's broken, that shit's broken. ] // Bishops Knife Trick (Fall Out Boy) [ These are the last blues we're ever gonna have, let's see how deep we get. The glow of the cities below lead us back to the places that we never should have left. ] // Demons (Imagine Dragons) [ They say it's what you make, I say it's up to fate; it's woven in my soul, I need to let you go. Your eyes, they shine so bright, I wanna save that light, I can't escape this now, unless you show me how. ] // I'll Be Good (Jaymes Young) [ I never meant to start a fire, I never meant to make you bleed. I'll be a better man today. ] // The Anchor (Bastille) [ You were the light that is blinding me. You're the anchor that I tie to my brain. 'Cause when it feels when I'm lost at sea, you're the song that I sing again and again. ] // Ungrateful Eyes (Jon Bellion) [ Still lost, still feel depressed like I'm try to find a way in. I'm trying to figure this out, but my God I'm so human. And so I turned to my sister and smiled and asked this question, “all we wanna know is where the stars came from, but do we ever stop to watch them shine?” ] // Rise Up (Imagine Dragons) [ The darkness right in front of me, oh, it's calling out, and I won't walk away. ] // Bless The Broken Road (Rascal Flatts) [ Every long lost dream led me to where you are, others who broke my heart, they were like Northern stars, pointing me on my way into your loving arms. This much I know is true, that God blessed the broken road that led me straight to you. ]

[jeromevalseka]

SCAREBAT FIC RECS:

Equivalency Series by @neyiea

The evolving relationship of Jonathan Crane and Bruce Wayne.

Working with the Dark: Their excursion into the Green Zone had proven fruitful, but not everyone seems to have had as good a time as Scarecrow.

There's an Echo of Myself in You: “Tell me, Bruce, what do you think you would see if I used my fear-toxin on you?”

Bruce looks straight into Jonathan’s eyes, keeping his face purposefully impassive as he says, “Nothing that I haven’t already lived through. Nothing that hasn’t already made me stronger.”

Tell Me a Scary Story: It's difficult to have a proper date in No Man's Land, but they make do in their own way. 

notes: this series makes me lose my whole mind! i don’t think my words would do it any justice. the development of bruce & jonathan’s relationship, the slow-build of trust, jonathan’s reluctant character development...amazing. stupendous. everything i could ever want. 

Spooked by @neyiea

Bruce somehow gets wrangled into tagging along on Selina and Bridgit's date to a haunted house. It goes about as well as he expects it to (which is to say; not at all) and his hair-trigger reflexes are set off at the worst possible moment. 

Or:

How Jonathan got kicked while working at his seasonal job, but he also got a cute boy's phone number.

notes: meet-cutes! an alternate universe where teenagers are allowed to be happy! background bridgit/selina! the whole package! 

a moment at the start of history by @queergordon

It must a Wednesday, Jonathan rationalizes. Because it used to be a Sunday, on Sunday something went wrong, in his office. Visions, yes, and acidic smell, sharp and bitter, he recalls this – and then Monday, in his bed, fighting a migraine. Tuesday, yesterday, he’s not sure what he did. But it must be Wednesday, and the visions came back, rushed in like a great, black nasty tidal wave.

notes: no exaggeration....i think of this fic like once a week. it’s set in the future where bruce is established as batman and its just........please read it. 

tomorrow? by @alpacasandravens

It's No Man's Land, and Bruce finds out that maybe he and the Scarecrow aren't so different after all. (a scarebat story somehow featuring neither dark!bruce nor a redeemed!jonathan)

notes: both a really good relationship study AND character study for both jonathan and bruce, that deals really well with how complicated any relationship between the two would be. somehow still manages to be really tender!

those nights by @alpacasandravens

“Friend.” The word is so soft as to be almost unintelligible, and Bruce thinks it probably came from an original sentence where the other words were too quiet to be heard. Something like ‘You’re my friend.’ This was complicated territory. Bruce is glad Jonathan considers them to be friends, but he’s not sure if he would consider Jonathan his friend. At sixteen, Jonathan was an enemy, and at nineteen he would have liked to use the word ‘boyfriend,’ and now - enemy again? ‘Friend’ seems like an oversimplification.

It's never simple, not in No Man's Land or when Bruce returns to Gotham after 10 years, but they do their best.

notes: sometimes....things that are canon.....hurt the most. listen. listen. this is SO good and SO painful and just thinking about it drives me crazy. it’s non-chronological which honestly i think is one of my favorite parts but it also makes it hurt so much more. 

Blue Ink by @she-loves-you

high school au where bruce and jonathan sit at the same table throughout the day (like they both take the same history class but bruce is first period and jonathan is last) and because it’s so fucking boring they doodle on the desks until one day they start writing messages to each other. and one time bruce shows up after school to ask the teacher a question and he catches jonathan writing and he’s like “oh fuck he’s c u t e”

notes: listen. i read this and i was like. jenny slate /SCREAMS/ another really adorable, fluffy fic for when you don’t want to deal with the stress of canon.

a murder of crows by aesthetically

He’d expected Bruce Wayne to flee from Gotham, tail tucked between his legs like the rest of those who could afford it.

Oh, and how wrong he was.

notes: this is the fic that made me crawl back to gotham with my tail between my legs. it’s just unbelievably fun and jonathan’s characterization made me !!!

MY FICS (AKA SHAMELESS SELF PROMOTION):

now, i don’t want to self promote too much......but i also have a few scarebat fics you might be interested in!

i don't want to rest in peace Series by @jeromevalseka

Post-canon exploration centered around the question: what would happen if Bruce and Jonathan met?

take the white pill (you'll feel alright): In his defense, Bruce doesn't mean to sleep with the Scarecrow.

and i want to fight but i can't contend: Jonathan knew fear, just like he knew that Bruce Wayne was running from his own. That wouldn't do.

in the face of blind optimism: Jim Gordon had been enjoying a quiet day in the office. Then Jonathan Crane was arrested.

notes: since these are my fics i won’t say much. BUT if you’re looking for character studies as well as plot you make enjoy them! 

step into my candy store by @jeromevalseka

Jeremiah wasn't the only thing lurking in the Dark Zone.

notes: tldr, jonathan is horny and an asshole.

our lips are getting looser by @jeromevalseka

"You wanna get high?"

It's a bad idea and Bruce knows it. Of course, that doesn't mean he says no.

notes: high school au & shotgunning!!!!!!!!!!! like. 90% shotgunning. that’s literally it. 

say you can't breathe without me by @jeromevalseka

In one world, Thomas and Martha Wayne give birth to a healthy baby boy who they name Bruce. He becomes a hero.

This is not that world.

notes: an au with fem!scarebat wherein bruce isn’t a hero and jonathan definetly isn’t one either. 

[dailyaudiobible]

08/20/2021 DAB Transcript

Esther 8:1-10:3, 1 Corinthians 12:27-13:13, Psalms 37:1-11, Proverbs 21:23-24

Today is the 20th day of August welcome to the Daily Audio Bible I’m Brian and it is wonderful to be here with you today as we come in out of the…well…here in the rolling hills of Tennessee it's coming in out of the heat and not coming in out of the cold at all, but we’re coming out of the heat into this oasis, this cool place around this Global Campfire where we can let it all go and focus on the Scriptures as they inform the choices and decisions and steps that we will continue to make each moment by moment in each day by day. So, we have…in the Old Testament been working our way through the book of Esther. We will conclude the book of Esther today.  It’s been a high drama story. Haman the antagonist met his end yesterday. His plot to annihilate the Jewish people though is still intact. And, so, let's reach our conclusion on the book of Esther by reading chapters 8, 9, and 10 today.

Commentary:

Okay. So, yesterday we were talking about this…the Holy Spirit, the gifts that are bestowed by the Holy Spirit, that they are to serve the body and that they are to serve the Lord and that we are all part of a body and no one part can say to any other part that I don't need you or I don't want you because we collectively make a whole, a body, and every parts needed to make of that body, whether it's a seen part or an unseen part, whether it's pretty part or a hidden part. No matter what, it's a part, a necessary part of a body, the body of Christ in this world. And, so, we can seek the Holy Spirit and seek the giftings of the Spirit and serve the Lord through them, but when it's really about our attention…like drawing attention to ourselves then we’re forgetting that we’re a part of a whole and that comparison leads us nowhere, which leads us to what Paul just lays out in the 13th chapter of first Corinthians. We can have all these gifts that we want. We can jump up and down and draw attention to ourselves. We can do noble things we can do impressive things, but if we do not do these things in love they do not do or mean anything. And that's kind of a line in the sand. For example, can you be jealous in love or envious in love or raging in love. That gives us a bit of a plumb line to inquire of ourselves. Am I doing this in love or am I doing this in selfishness or envy or some other thing that is not going to serve God or the body, is only gonna serve ourselves? Love is the currency, or maybe…maybe the blood of the body. Love is the blood flowing through the body. A necessary irreplaceable piece. We’re dead without blood, right? Paul says, without love, I am nothing. So, let’s think about that and let’s go into the rest of our day loving and loving well.

Prayer:

Holy Spirit we can't on our own in our own strength. Certainly, we can love those who love us and we can be patient, we can be extra kind. But to just embody love, to just be Your love in this world and to try to in some way offer love wherever we go, we don’t have the capacity. Only through the power of Your Holy Spirit can we achieve anything even approaching this. But as we think about it, as we just consider, man what would it be like to just love. That is such a serene and peaceful place to think about because it overlooks so many of the things that we get so entangled in, so much of the bitterness and resentment, so much of the depression, so much of the anxiety comes from places that we feel wronged or wounded. And if love could fill those spaces. So, Holy Spirit come into our brokenness, the places that we find it really difficult to operate in love and fill those spaces with Your love. Help us to understand that, that it's not…it's not by brute force that we’re just acting like we’re loving, it’s that we need You to fill us in those spaces so that it's not our will or our love, it is Your love flowing through us, filling us, healing us, restoring us, and then going out into the world. Come Holy Spirit, we pray. In the name of Jesus, we ask. Amen.

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And, so, be aware of places like the Community section, where there are all the different links to the social media avenues that we post on and interact on as well as the home of the Prayer Wall. The Prayer Wall lives in the Community section of the app or the website and it exists as a vehicle that is always on, never off, always available where we can always go and ask for prayer, always or we can…we can go and offer prayers. And we've talked about this before but it's very, very easy when things are hard and we’re having to do some endurance and we’re growing weary and we’re getting weaker and weaker, it's very easy for us to get very focused on our pain or whatever it is that we’re suffering and whatever the challenge might be. And, so, we focus on the disruption and then we want to talk about it to a lot of people. So, we keep telling the same stories and asking for the same kinds of prayers when as wonderful and helpful as it is as it is to have the body of Christ around us, sometimes focusing outward, especially in the wee hours of the night, right, when you can’t just make the rounds on the phone or whatever. Sometimes, offering prayers, reaching out in prayers for other people who are also in pain who are also enduring something, reaching toward them, feeling connected in that way gets…well…it gets things in perspective and keeps us from becoming so wound up into our own story. And that is an important piece of our spiritual journey, to understand that we are knit together as a body, and when one hurts, we all hurt. And, so, to participate in healing in any way that we can, even just going before the Lord on behalf of someone, that is a beautiful thing that we have done well here at the Daily Audio Bible around the Global Campfire. So, the…the…the Prayer Wall is very important to that equation. So, certainly be aware of it and use it daily, often.

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And that's it for today. I’m Brian I love you and I'll be waiting for you here tomorrow.

Community Prayer and Praise:

Good evening DABbers please pray for my grandma that has multiple myeloma. Please heal her…I mean please pray that God will heal her and please pray for her that she will have a lot of fun with us in the pool and she will…and she will be…I mean and she will have a lot of energy. In Jesus’ name I pray.

Hello DAbbers this message is for Jonathan from Denver. I'm calling to encourage him and acknowledge him that he just confessed he has a problem with an addiction. And I really wanna tap you on your back man because you're very brave to do such as this. I suffered the same thing. I…I went through this addiction of pornography and it last for many many years, 25 years in my life and what I had to do, the same as you did. Basically, just surrender to the Lord and He will give you the strength and the self-control to get rid of all this junk, all this material that you have. Just focus…focus on the thing that you have, that you are able to. Focus on what you are able to do and God will provide you the strength and the power and the will and all the self-control to carry on until you completely destroy this out of your life. He will put you…and Jonathan, He will put you good friends that will guide you to a different path. And just rely on the Lord and I'm sure as He did for me and many others He will give you the power to come out of this addiction. And I've been praying for you and for all the community, everybody that has any addiction, doesn't matter if it’s pornography or anorexia or, you know, alcohol, drugs. I've been praying for all you guys. Love you all. And thank you Brian for this wonderful podcast. Cheers. Blessings everybody. __ here from Australia. Bye.

Good morning DAB family this is Tito Ramirez calling from Southern California. I wanted to call today and have you guys pray with me over my mom Mara. She is in my life her and Brian Hardin are the two people that I've seen just really turn themselves inside out to serve the Lord. My mom came to this country and became a citizen, but she came from Peru and always had a heart for serving the Lord. And she started raising money. All my life all my life I remember my mom raising money and putting in her own money to build churches and Peru. And then she funds out of the money that she raises and her own pocket the pastor's salary that goes around and preaches at these churches that she built down there because she didn't want him encumbered by any red tape from any religious institution. And she, once my sisters and I got into Graduate School she partnered with our…with our universities here in Southern California to take the medical and dental schools there and set up free medical care in these churches that she built. And it was a great experience for the medical students and the dental students and the hygiene students. And they would take volunteer doctors and dentists and they would just go serve man, just give away free medical care until they ran out of stuff. And they did that every year. And my poor mum is suffering right now in the hospital. She's had some small strokes and it sounds like she's having another one this morning. And I just want to cover her in prayer. She's…she's a retired nurse and she just reminds me so much of my own kids when I take them to the doctor to get a shot. She's become so scared, you know, and it just feels so different. But please provide cover her in prayer, that the doctors would diagnose her quickly, that they would treat her effectively, that the Lord would send the Holy Spirit to comfort her and give her peace so she's not afraid. I love you guys. Thank you so much for praying for my family. You guys are the best.

Hi this is Anonymous. I just wanted to call in and ask for some prayer because…it seems so silly…but my husband and I have very different needs when it comes to intimacy. And in order to not make him feel bad about his drive not being as high as mine is I've kind of gotten sucked into porn and I don't…I don't want to go to that. I…I want that relationship with my husband, but I don't know how to make that happen or get to a place where I'm content with what we have. So, if you guys could just pray for me, I would really appreciate it. Thank you.

Hi, my DAB family this is Julie calling from the UK. I've been following the DAB since the beginning of the year. So, I'm doing quite well with it really considering I’ve had such a tough time. And I'm just asking for prayer really because I just cannot get out of this anxious state I'm in. My life is just not there. I just feel I can't do anything. I just sit in the same chair everyday feeling weak and reading my Bible and listening to the Daily Audio Bible. I've had a lot of changes in my life. I've moved to a new…a new country and I'm just struggling. I miss my family so much. And I don't know whether I should be here or go back. I've only been here…I've been here three years, but I just feel that I need some…some prayer to…to guide me whether I should return or stay. This anxiety is just unbearable. And I'm just praying that you'll all pray for me or at least one of you will pray for me and that I can trust in God to help me, bring me through this. Thank you.

[soft-ris]

CP: yo!! im a witch and im usually a very understanding and patient person, but at the same time i have anger issues and little to no patience at all—i usually like to draw, sing, listen to music, and a whole lot more! im touch starved and an affectionate hooman being once you got to know me more. i actually have a collection of plushies that i cuddle with when i go to sleep—i go by the name lixilia online but my friends call me yana! im interested in a lot of things but procrastination is just preventing me,, im nice and have a loveable personality! and im talented??? (at least thats what my friends say—) hmm my top 3 faves? Bruno, Jonathan, Polnareff (+ Kakyoin, Joots, and a whole lot more— im indecisive im sorry—) ig the emojis i can use to describe me are: ✨💕💖😤💀👌🎮⛓🖤🎧🏳‍🌈 [ i-is this how you do it?—aas sorry im not used to stuff like these jfjsks]

Cupid’s Pick for your match made in heaven is...

...Bruno!

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I’m a witch.

While all of them are fascinated and intrigued on some level…

Bruno would be a little skeptical at first (because I mean you could just be fucking with him like it’s a new mafia assassination tactic right?), but once you show him the real shit and he wraps his head around it, he’s extremely accepting. He’s just so in awe of your witchcraft and how it all works and about you. He also will protect u if someone bad finds out or if someone makes fun of you thinking you’re crazy in the head. He also won’t take advantage of your witchcraft, 100%. He asks for specific favors sometimes when he needs your help, but he by no means will force you to do something just because it’ll benefit him the best.

Jonathan… might be wary in the beginning. He probably grew up with the whole evil witch stereotype thing, so he finds it very conflicting (the ideals in him and you). But after seeing that you’re a genuine witch and mean absolutely no harm though, he’ll be so sorry for how he had treated you (he thinks he should’ve been more open and kind, because that’s what a gentleman should be like). He’ll be real curious and excited to learn about your life and witchcraft, and he’ll be supportive and protective too. If your witchcraft can heal him, he might subconsciously start to be more reckless because he knows you can just patch him up. Which is 0/10 recommend because he’s already so reckless :/

Polnareff will take it as a joke for a while, until you prove that ur the real deal to him and he goes through a whole range of emotions and scenarios lol. From being in denial (he thinks you’re just taking the joke or role play way too far), to being wary to you cursing him (because aren’t all witches evil?), to being curious about your witchcraft and its abilities (some of which he will try to take advantage of), to making 90% of his flirtatious comments revolve around you being a witch or your witchcraft. But he’ll silver chariot stab someone if they ever insult or make fun of you for being a witch.

I’m usually a very understanding and patient person, but at the same time I have anger issues and little to no patience at all.

Bruno & Jonathan handles the latter part better than Polnareff, but in quite different ways.

Bruno himself, I would say, is quite understanding and patient, so he likes that you have the same qualities because I see him as someone who responds very well to others’ genuine kindness. But he also has boundaries and self-respect, so if you unjustly take out your anger on him, he will (essentially) scold you or tell you off. He may do it in a softer way compared to when he tells his gang off for being idiots, but he’s still going to do it. BUT he’ll also talk to you after it all immediately like adults. He doesn’t want bad blood between the two of you, it’s not healthy for the dynamics. He loves you after all. If your anger and impatience is justified, then he takes it and tries to understand if it’s aimed at him. If it’s aimed at others? He’ll support you (somehow) LMAO. Imo Bruno’s the best with you for this because he tells you as is.

Jonathan appreciates that you’re understanding and patient because a lot goes on in his life (DIO, hamon, vampires, etc.). BUT, with your anger issues and little to no patience, he might lash back (or cry) if you say something that really hurts him, but if it ain’t that bad, he’d usually placate you with softness and patience of his own. And he might talk to you about it after you’ve calmed down if it was pretty bad and it wasn’t directed at him. He looks like the type to not mind getting angry with you if it’s directed at something real annoying though (not him). But would give you the Hurt & Disappointed look if you cross some line or catch him on a bad day. Then he wouldn’t talk to you for a bit until he’s ready or calmed down, which can be nerve wrecking for you and your impatience might fester.

Polnareff (imo) needs someone who’s understanding and patient as a whole. I’m not saying a person like that (with no negative emotions or habits) exists, but because he has a little too much pride and acts a little too much based on his emotions, if you pop off at him, he will pop back off on you. It’s just how it will be with him. There’s also an 80% chance he’ll say something real nasty if you say or do something that really hurts his feelings. He also strikes me as someone who moves past (minor to moderate) things relatively quick, so he’d be annoyed if you’re still hanging onto the previous argument. 3/10 for this disposition.

I’m touch starved and an affectionate hooman being once you got to know me more.

All 3 of them enjoys the physical touch, especially Polnareff, but I can see Polnareff trying to take advantage of that somehow if y’all aren’t at the dating stage yet.

Bruno enjoys the touches, reciprocates at his own rate and accepts your affections with soft smiles and kisses. In a relationship, I can see him amping up his physical affection to match your own. Idk why but I just HC him as someone who is equally touch starved and loves all the physical contact he gets with you, so there’s that connection and mutual understanding that he has with you.

Jonathan is the same in enjoying your affections, but I don’t really see him as touched starved so he may not understand sometimes why you’re so affectionate (not that he minds though, he’ll take all the love you give him).

I’m nice and have a loveable personality! 

Bruno would love for his s/o to get along well with his family/gang. He knows his gang is…colourful, but that’s his family. Like for example, Giorno may have had a rough start with everyone, and a rough relationship with Abbacchio, but they all still got along and was able to work together to some degree (some better than others). And because you’re his s/o, it would just make him feel weird if his family doesn’t like you or get along with you at all, so because of your disposition, it means a lot to him (family is everything to Italians in JOJO after all).

I’m interested in a lot of things but procrastination is just preventing me,,

Bruno would push you to go on when he notices because he wants to help you, and as we all know, he’s observant. Also a great motivator tbh. He’ll even spare time to explore the interest with you if it helps. He’ll even think of prompts to help you when he’s not around to motivate you. Imo I think out of the 3, he would be the best in helping you with this and maybe it help you overcome this procrastination issue.

I usually like to draw, sing, listen to music, and a whole lot more!

I see Jonathan & Polnareff’s personal interests and hobbies being more outdoorsy and active. So they would not indulge in your hobbies as much as Bruno would. They’d support you, 10000% for sure, but they’ll be pushing you to try to take part in their hobbies as well (sports, travelling, bars, etc.). I also see them as the type to wanna do things with their s/o a lot.

Bruno looks like he enjoys alone time as much as he enjoys being with you. His hobbies and interests also look more calm and can be combined with yours. Like going on a fishing trip, and you can turn on some music and he’ll fish while you draw or sing. Or cooking and you two can duet while prepping in the kitchen. Soft peaceful shit like that yk?

I actually have a collection of plushies that I cuddle with when I go to sleep.

Idk why but I can totally see Bruno going to sleep with you in his arms, and then wake up with one of your plushies in his arms instead and not mind it at all, which is hella cute uwu. He’ll even indulge in this collection of yours and get you new ones because now there are some in there from him.

ig the emojis i can use to describe me are: ✨💕💖😤💀👌🏼🎮⛓🖤🎧🏳️‍🌈

With the top 3’s vibes when I think strictly in emoji, Polnareff would be attracted to you for sure, but friendship would flourish better than a relationship (imo). Bruno thinks you’re cute, the contrast between you two would be like the face value ‘opposites attract’. Jonathan thinks you’re cool, I see the friendship flourishing better than a relationship again. Not saying it wouldn’t work (with Pol & Jonathan + u), just saying friendship would come easier than a relationship (compared to Bruno).

[alloftheimagines]

billy hargrove | heaven-sent | part six

masterlist | series | part five

words: 2k+

warnings: mentions of death, abuse, fighting, swearing, drinking, aggression, non-consensual kiss

disclaimer: i in no way support the actions of billy. i just find his character interesting and want to explore it more with my oc. takes place from season 2. OC is hopper’s daughter.

summary:  she’s an angel. he may as well be the devil. one would not exist without the other.

The gentle hum of the engine is peaceful as the Camaro cruises through Hawkins. Billy doesn’t try to cover it with his music the way he usually would. After the night he’s had, he’s grateful for the quiet. He’s unable to forget the way his father’s fist collided with his face earlier, his cheek still throbbing painfully. His jaw aches, too, and he realises he’s been clenching it for hours. He relaxes it now as best he can, his attention drawn away from it entirely when they pass a bunch of wilted flowers placed randomly on the side of the road. There are unlit candles, too, the wax melted into the concrete.

“Someone die there or somethin’?” he asks without thinking.

From the corner of his eye, he sees Frances flinch and regrets asking. “Yeah. Her name was Barb.”

“Did you know her?” He glances at her, but she isn’t looking at him, her head turned away as she gazes out of the window.

“She was my best friend.”

Jesus. I’m—” He sucks in a breath, his grip tightening on the steering wheel sub-consciously. Sorry, he wants to say, but somehow the word doesn’t do it justice. “What happened to her?”

“She was killed.” She tucks a strand of brown hair behind her ear, her eyes hardening as she turns them back on the road ahead. She still won’t look at him.

“Shit,” he whispers. “Did they catch ‘em?”

“No.” She shakes her head, her voice cracking. Her chest is heaving as though she’s suppressing a sob or is struggling to breathe. He shuffles in his seat, unsure what to do or say. He doesn’t need to force anything out: she continues before the right words come. “I should have been there that night. She begged and begged for me to come to this stupid party with her at Steve Harrington’s house. Nancy was forcing her. She wasn’t really part of that crowd and she didn’t wanna be alone, always said it was easier for her when I was there. She died alone.”

“It’s not your fault,” Billy replies softly. It’s easier for him to be soft in the dark; easier to allow himself to sound as though he gives a damn. “You couldn’t have known.”

“But I did,” she hits back, looking at him now. Her eyes are shiny with tears, her hands clinging to her camera desperately. “I had this awful feeling in my chest, like I couldn’t breathe, all fucking night—only I thought it was because Jonathan’s brother was missing. I was so busy looking for him with my dad that I wasn’t there for Barb. Now she’s gone. And I knew.”

Her face is illuminated in the pale headlights passing on the other side of the road, and for a moment her eyes seem to flicker, blaze, change. Her irises, once a green that reminded Billy of the Californian sea on a rare, grey day, are now golden. He does a double take, almost swerving the car in the process, but when he looks again they look as they always did: murky ocean eyes half-hiding behind dark lashes and unruly bangs.

“Shit,” he curses, forcing his eyes back on the road. “Your eyes.”

She frowns, paling and pulling down the overhead mirror with enough force that Billy is worried she might break his damn car. “What?”

“Nothin’, I—” he stutters, blinking and looking at her again. Had he imagined it? Was it the light off the other car? “I thought you had something in your eye. It was nothin’.”

He pulls into the clearing where the trailer stands, lonely and grey against the black lake. The tyres roll against the gravel unevenly, the engine cutting out and replaced with silence.

“Your dad home?” he asks, just as he had the previous night. The trailer’s windows are dark, the house empty and solitary where it stands. He can’t imagine calling this place a home, even with his own circumstances.

“No,” she replies, unfastening her seat-belt slowly. “You wanna come in for a while? I could use that drink, now.”

He nods, a small smile playing on his lips as he takes the keys out of the ignition and grabs the bottle of whisky from beside him. “Sure. Why not?”

* * *

The trailer isn’t as small as it looks from the outside. It’s cosy, earthy, and he can imagine Frances pottering about on it on a Saturday, drinking coffee with the patterned curtains closed to block out the low winter sun. Still, he can’t imagine sleeping in this thing alone. They’re basically in the middle of nowhere. He can’t even smell cow shit out here, and the lake is eerily still even in the wind.

“Your dad work a lot?” He places the whiskey on the kitchen counter and she pulls out two glasses from the oak cupboards, standing on her tip-toes and arching her back to reach.

“Yeah. I’m used to it now.”

“You don’t get scared out here alone?” he teases, leaning against the counter.

She pours the whiskey carefully and slides his tumbler towards him, taking a sip of her own. If the burn fazes her, she doesn’t show it. “I’m always scared. Doesn’t make a difference if I’m out here or in the middle of town.”

“Because of Barb?”

She shrugs. Her cheeks are flushed from the short walk between the car and the trailer, making the small cut on her cheek appear redder than it did before. “Because of a lot of things. You need ice for that bruise?”

He had forgotten about it for the first time tonight. He touches it now as if to remind himself, trying to hide his wince as he realises how tender it is. “I’m good,” he says despite himself.

She rolls her eyes, kneeling down to rifle through the freezer. When she comes up, she’s holding frozen peas. She chucks them at him, and he catches reluctantly, pressing them gently to his face. “Thanks.”

“So, where did you move from?” she questions, leading him to the couch and sitting down, whiskey in hand. He follows, sitting beside her, perhaps a little closer than he had meant to. He doesn’t make an effort to budge down.

“California.”

“Yeah?” Her eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “That’s a little different than Hawkins. What was it like?”

“It was …,” he sighs, unable to find the right words. Nobody had asked him that yet, really. Nobody in Hawkins cared about Billy’s old life. Sometimes, it no longer feels as though it exists at all. “It was home. I basically lived on the beach. Had bonfires most nights, spent my days out in the sun. There was always something happening, too. Carnivals, fairs, gigs. You’d love it. You'd get some amazing photographs.”

“Yeah,” she smiles, hanging on his every word. He can’t help but look at her again, at her eyes that he’d been sure had changed. They were still green, still the closest he could get to his favourite place. “I bet. You must miss it like crazy.”

“More than anything,” he admits, sipping his drink to distract himself from the sudden attention. “What about you, you lived here your whole life?”

“Actually, I lived in New York for a while when I was a kid. My mom still lives there with her new husband.”

“Did you like it?”

She shakes her head, leaning back into the couch as her eyes glaze over for a moment, remembering. “I did. Now, it just reminds me of things I’d rather forget.”

“Like?”

“I think I’ve told you enough of my little sob story tonight,” she laughs, but Billy can tell it isn’t genuine. He can’t help but wonder if they’re more alike than he thought, looking at the cut on her cheek again. Did the chief do that? He seems to walk around town in an eternally foul mood: it wouldn’t necessarily surprise him if he took it out on her.

He finds himself inching closer to her, so close that their foreheads are almost touching. “I like talking to you. You’re the only person in this shitty town I can stand to be around, even if you are all gloom and doom.”

“Gee, thanks.” Sarcasm drips from her words without conviction. He can hear her breath coming out quicker as he looks down at her soft, pink lips longingly. She doesn’t close the distance, so he takes it upon himself.

Their lips press together for only a moment before her hands are on his stomach, pushing him away. She stands up, crossing her arms over her chest as though she’s naked rather than fully clothed with layers of knitwear. Her face is bright red, her eyes blazing. “What the fuck, Billy?”

“What?” he replies cluelessly, raking his hand through his hair and pretending as though his cheeks aren’t heating up in embarrassment. He can’t remember the last time he was rejected.

“What?” Frances repeats in disbelief. “God, what was this? Were you just trying to get into my pants the entire fucking time? Driving me home, getting back my camera, listening to me when I talk about my dead friend and my cheating boyfriend because I’m a fucking idiot who thought that maybe you weren’t so bad, that maybe you actually gave a shit?”

He’s speechless, licking his dry lips as he tries to figure out what to say. “I thought that’s what you wanted.”

“Why would I ever want that? I just ended a two-year relationship with my best fucking friend.”

“And I’m great at rebound sex,” he answers as though it’s obvious. He can feel anger beginning to bubble in him, not because he’s mad at her words, but because she’s yelling—and he still doesn’t know why. “Why else am I hear, Fran? You wanna talk about feelings all night while you braid my damn hair? Cuddle by the fuckin’ fire with a mug of hot cocoa, marshmallows on top? You’re not stupid. You know I’m not that guy.”

Tears are pricking her eyes again, and this time she doesn’t blink them back. He’s not sure she even knows she’s crying in her own, blind rage. “So all of this was just for sex? All of it?”

Billy softens at the sadness in her voice, his elbows digging painfully into his thighs as he puts his head in his hands and takes a breath. “No, it wasn’t like that. I didn’t plan all this just to screw you. I just … When you invited me in, I thought—”

“Thought you’d shoot your shot,” she finished bitterly. “Of course you did; of course opening my door to you automatically meant opening my legs, too. You’re a fucking asshole, Billy. I don’t know why I let you in. I don’t know why I let any of this happen. Just get out.”

“Fran—” he says desperately, standing up from the couch and walking around the coffee table to meet her.

“Get out, Billy!” Frances shouts. “Get the fuck out!”

She pushes him backwards with more force than he’d been expecting, sending him flying straight into the door. It falls open against his weight, and he falls with it, landing on the porch. His defeated, shocked body is illuminated by the white porch light.

Frances stands in the doorway, speechless. Clearly, she had been expecting this as much as he had.

“Jesus!” he yells when he’s able to find the words. It hurts him, being treated this way. He could take it from his father, his friends, the shitheads he beats up at school and parties, but he hadn’t been expecting her to touch him like that—and it’s clear she hadn’t meant to by the way she looks at him as though he’s broken, as though she’s broken him, though she can’t know what this means to him. “What the fuck is wrong with you? You’re a crazy bitch, you know that?”

“Fuck you,” she whispers weakly as he pulls himself up, using the fence as support. “Leave me alone, Hargrove.”

“Gladly,” he responds, his upper lip curling in contempt. His hands are balled into fists as he marches away, barely sparing her a glance as he slams the door of the Camaro shut after sliding into the driver’s seat. His tyres struggle against the gravel, spitting out dust and dirt as he speeds away, watching her retreating figure standing in the threshold of the trailer in the rear-view mirror.

part seven

[theartisticintrovert]

Case #0130403

Statement of Jason Gale, regarding the strange occurrences surrounding Daniel Fenton. Original statement given 3rd April, 2013. Audio recording by Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London. Statement begins.

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I wanna start this by saying that I barely knew Danny. I don’t know how he became what he is, but what I did see, well...I still have nightmares. I guess I should start at the beginning, though I’m not really sure how much of a beginning there is.

I never had the greatest home life. Pretty textbook, really. Shitty dad, dead mom, bad friends, the works. I ran away when I was fourteen, fell in with a real bad crowd. I’d been in and out of juvie every few months, but I didn’t meet Danny until I was sixteen. I’d been picked up at the scene of a robbery, don’t even remember where, and sent off to Amity Youth Detention Center. I’d been there for about three months when my old cellmate got released, so I was on my own for a bit. I didn’t mind, D Block wasn’t exactly the worst it could get.

Danny transferred in a few weeks later. At first, I didn’t think much of him. He was tiny, barely 5’4 I think, and he looked like a twig. His eyes, though.....his eyes were what scared me the most. They looked dead, like someone sucked all the life outta him, just leaving his corpse walkin’ around like some kinda zombie. They sent him in and he just.....stared, watching Officer McCarthy leave like he was already planning the poor bastard’s funeral. I freaked out a little. I’m not ashamed, kid was fuckin’ scary.

That’s when it happened. It’s like something snapped in him. The room got all cold, and the lights started flickering. He shoved me up against the wall and I dunno how but it felt like this.....predator staring at me. I don’t even remember what he said, but I just agreed to whatever it was so he’d stop staring at me. I swear his eyes were green, but it had to just be a trick of the light. It had to be, because I remember they were blue. I remember, because I remember thinking how weird it was for an Asian kid to have blue eyes.

Still, when he got mad......I swear to you, they were green.

Sorry, I got a little.....off track there. There were a few more weird things about him, but just little things. He never ate, and I know it wasn’t that he was eating when I couldn’t see him. AYDC has scheduled meal times for every block, and every single time it was D’s turn he just....stayed in bed. There’s no getting in or out once the door’s locked, so he wasn’t sneaking around. And yet, even after about a week and a half of this, he was fine. No complaining, no hunger pains, not even a little bit of nausea. Like.....like he didn’t need food. I asked him about it, but the answer, well.....I think he was a bit nutty. Everyone was in there. 

I managed to get him into the cafeteria one time, though not for very long. I think Emily, that is, Emily Grey, scared him off, but I can’t be sure. I do remember though, that the others felt it too. Danny was.....he had this like, aura of despair. Like you get near him, and nothing you do will make you feel again. Owen Coulter said he “felt like depression, if depression was a person”. I only remember that because it was so strange to hear a twelve year old say that with the knowledge that only an old man has, but there it was anyway.

He got transferred a few days later, or....I assume he was transferred, anyway. I heard he’d finally gotten his trial, but he didn’t come back after. I can only assume they sent him to F, because I didn’t see him for several months after that. I’d honestly just been starting to feel okay again when he came back to D. I only really noticed him because we were in the yard at the same time, and something in me wanted to turn around and bolt the second I spotted him. Still, he seemed.....different. Less angry, less......snappish. I noticed a few new scars on him too, which was strange just because the inmates at AYDC aren’t allowed any electronics, so how the hell did he get electrocution scars?

The next big one happened after he was released. He’d been out for about a week when I got a visitor. This was news to me, since my old man doesn’t give a rat’s ass about me and my friends wouldn’t be caught dead in a juvie visitation room. Only visitors I really got were my lawyer and sometimes my stepmom, but she didn’t come often. She doesn’t like me much, but that’s beside the point. When I saw Danny on the other side of that glass window, I about turned around right there. Unfortunately for me, the door was already shut and I couldn’t get anyone to open it, not from my side. Fuckin’ bastards probably stepped out for a donut break, who knows. The point is, Danny was....different. 

His scars curled up both of his cheeks now, pale and prominent against his sickly brown skin. His eyes seemed a little sharper now, a little more aware. I wasn’t entirely sure this was a good thing. We argued a bit, but....I think he was genuinely trying to help. I didn’t trust him a damn bit, but at least he was trying.

I’ve been dancing around the point long enough, I think. Sure, the kid’s weird, you’re thinking. He’s got scars, so what? He makes you miserable just being around him? Probably some emo bastard. The whole predator gaze? Well, he was in for assault. No, the thing I’ve been avoiding, the thing that I’ll never forget....it was his ghost.

Way back when we were still bunkmates, he’d told me about how he died. How his parents were some kind of Ghostbuster freaks, and they built a portal to Hell in his basement. Okay, well, he called it the “Ghost Zone”, but who gives a fuck, honestly. Then he told me he was stupid enough to go in the damn thing, and got zapped six ways to Sunday. He said he’d died in that portal, and I didn’t want to believe him. I couldn’t. When you die, you die. That’s it. Game over. Do not pass Go, do not collect two hundred dollars. The idea that he could be some sort of.....half-alive, half-dead.....thing, well....I didn’t want to think about it. I’d already come to terms with my own mortality, and I did not need it shoved back in my face by some freaky-ass kid.

But then he showed me. God, it was horrible. I was expecting him to fail, just the delusions of his poor fucked up scrambled brains, some side effect of getting zapped to hell and back. Maybe, if it were true, to just go a bit translucent. I didn’t expect the monster.

It came in a flash of light. Two sparking rings of bright white electricity, so bright they burned to look at. When I managed to blink the spots outta my eyes, I almost thought I’d hit my head. Where Danny had been standing, a floating, glowing thing stood in his place. It was pale, washed out, with only its acid green eyes and tongue giving it any color at all. It wore a jumpsuit of some sort, with thick gloves and attached boots, like the biohazard guys on TV. It still had the scars though, even if they were glowing an ominous neon green. It hissed at me, like it was trying to speak, but I didn’t understand a word it said. When it turned that empty, hungry gaze on me, I panicked. I shoved it back against the wall, where it connected with a sickening splat. Blood oozed on the concrete, or at least, I assume it was blood. It was red and green and sizzled, like it was eating away at the stone. I think there’s still marks there, where the acid ate away at the concrete.

The thing wanted to eat me, I’m sure of it, but it seemed too dizzy. I think shoving it only made it more angry, but at that point the light came back. I looked away just in time, and when the light died down Danny was back. Still scrawny, still fleshy, still alive. Only now, I wasn’t so sure.

I haven’t seen another ghost since, and I think it’s for the best. I’ve done my research, I’ve heard about these....mediums. I know I can’t see them, not on this plane. Honestly, I’m better off for it I think. I don’t want to see them, or hear them, or even think about them again. 

I didn’t give you this statement to have you do something about it. I don’t even know if you have the ability to do anything, since all this happened in Illinois. I didn’t come all the way to some dingy spooky library in fucking London for a solution. I’ve made my peace. I just.....I needed to tell somebody. Not the cops, I don’t trust them as far as I could throw them. And not anyone else either, they’d think I’m a schizo freak, like that Weston kid. No, I’m perfectly happy laying low, and never thinking about Daniel Fenton again. And now that I have this off my chest and stored away in your freaky little library, I finally can.

--

Statement ends. Although he said he didn’t want us to do anything about his experience, we did reach out to Mr. Gale. He replied in no uncertain terms for us to leave him alone, and that he absolutely would not be giving a follow-up statement. I....can’t say I blame him, but really, half-dead? A teenager that could turn into some paranormal entity? It all seems rather....far fetched. 

Still, we did do some basic follow-up research on what we could. The Fentons do exist, as well as the town of Amity Park. I’d like to take everything about said town with a hefty dose of salt however, as it claims to be “The Most Haunted Place in America”. Tourist trap nonsense, if you ask me. Daniel Fenton was arrested in late summer of 2010, though those records are obviously sealed. Emily Grey declined to give a follow-up statement as well, and Owen Coulter seems to have unfortunately passed away in the intervening years. 

Still, I can’t help but think that Mr. Gale’s statement is....unusually detailed, especially as it concerns a boy he himself claims to have no close connection to.

End recording.

[otg2012]

A Kiss Is Just a Kiss | After working in Chicago for a few months, Jackson is back home. They reunite and Jackson explains something to his husband.

DAY 6: Any AU @jacksonwhittemoreweek | Stiles/Jackson | AO3

“Shit. Don’t stop. Right there. Fuck!”

Jackson snorts as he keeps smiling and thrusting deep inside his husband.

“Don’t worry. Not planning to.”

“God. I’ve missed this. I’ve missed you,” Stiles says as he arches up over Jackson until his mouth finds Jackson’s, teasing his lips apart to taste him properly. He kisses lazily, putting how much he missed him into every touch. And Jackson answers him with the touch of his tongue, the small moans and whimpers.

They kiss until it gets difficult to breath and Stiles sits straight, resuming his previous position and keeps riding Jackson.

Jackson’s grip on Stiles’s waist feels impossibly tight and Stiles loves it. He knows he’ll have finger-shaped bruises in his skin for a while… not to mention that his mate’s wolf also needs it after so long.

“Oh, shit!” Stiles closes his eyes with the intensity and tries not to cum yet.

“Fuck!” Jackson says, letting go.

“Wait. Slow down, uh, slow down. Too close.” Stiles bites his lips resting his hands on Jackson’s chest.

Jackson snorts. “Slow down? You can’t ask me… to fucking slow down!”

“Of course, I can.” Stiles bends down and kisses him. Once again, the first time their tongues meet is electrifying and it’s like they want to get back all the time they’ve lost. It’s intense in a different way. In that unique way, it is when they’ve been apart and they need to make sure that nothing has changed.

They lick into each other’s mouths, deepening the kiss until Stiles moves apart and his lips trail over Jackson’s jaw to his Adam’s apple, tongue teasing along the line of his throat, down to his collarbone. He sucks a small mark there that he knows will soon fade away, and Jackson licks his lips and whines, the way he always does when he wants more.

“I don’t wanna slow down.” Jackson slides his hands down Stiles’s back until his grabs his hips again and rolls them over so that he’s now over Stiles. He holds Stiles in place with his left hand while he runs his right hand through Stiles’s hair and Stiles slides his hands along Jackson’s back, resting them on his ass. At the same time, he tilts his head to give Jackson better access to his neck and Jackson licks and sucks his skin. He’s scenting him but Stiles knows what he really wants to do and it doesn’t take long. Soon he feels his mate’s wolf teeth on his neck. They don’t break the skin but for Jackson’s wolf, it means the same. He’s claiming him and this time there’s no hesitation. It’s been a long time since there’s no fear.

Obviously Jackson doesn’t want to slow down and Stiles isn’t sure anymore why he wanted it either. Jackson’s thrust turn faster and more violent and it feels too fucking good.

Stiles feels wanted and needed and loved. It feels overwhelming in that way he had missed so much.

And he can feel the moment Jackson cums inside him and he hears those sounds he makes and he smiles and runs his hands through Jackson’s hair.

Seconds later he’s cumming too and he crosses his legs behind Jackson’s waist keeping him there.

“I’ve missed you too,” Jackson says against Stiles’s ear.

Stiles smiles. It means I’ve missed you but it’s I love you and I need you and he feels exactly the same.

“I know.” Stiles runs his left hand along Jackson’s back.

****

After spending months in a hotel bed while he was part of the defense team in Chicago, being back in his bed feels like heaven. But most importantly, he had never been apart from Stiles for so long since college and he hadn’t realized how much his wolf would miss his mate’s scent and touch. Obviously, he’s the one who wanted to go because it was a really important case for him but sometimes, being alone at night, he wasn’t sure it had been such a great idea. Now he can feel his wolf happy and at peace and he closes his eyes and lets Stiles’s scent fill all his senses.

But there’s been this thing in the back of his mind the whole flight back home and it seems that is not going away. He’s been wondering if he should tell Stiles. It’s not important in any way but not telling him feels like he’s hiding something and he’s never been the kind of person who dances around a subject either. He’s usually very direct but for some reason, it’s not coming out and he can feel his wolf getting anxious.

He knows Stiles might fall asleep pretty soon, so if he’s going to speak he’d better start now.

“I… I have to tell you something. Which is stupid, really. But I don’t want it to be a secret or something. Because it isn’t. It’s nothing.”

“Nothing?” That certainly piques Stiles’s curiosity. Stiles raises his head from Jackson’s chest to look at him. “What kind of nothing? What are you talking about?”

“Do you remember Jonathan Silverman?”

Stiles moves apart and lies on his side, his head propped on his right hand and his left hand on Jackson’s chest. “Yeah, you talked about him… one of the lawyers from Chicago. The one on your team, right?”

“Yeah. That one.”

“What about him?”

“Well. After the trial. After we won, there was a party at their firm. It was the usual thing, and you know what usually happens. People drink more than they should. Some of them get drunk. You know…”

Stiles frowns. “So what are you saying?”

“I’m saying that yeah, some people got drunk…” Not Jackson, since somehow werewolves can’t get drunk. “And Jonathan… well, he certainly drank too much and well, he said things he shouldn’t have said… and he kissed me.”

“What? He kissed you?” Stiles raises his eyebrows.

“Yeah. I told you. He was drunk… He didn’t--“

“I heard you.” Stiles interrupts him. “When was that exactly?”

“At the end of the party. I was coming back to the hotel and we were leaving… we were in the elevator and he... you know… he said he had really enjoyed working with me… that I was amazing and so on… and he kissed me.” Jackson waves his right hand.

“He did? What did you do?” Maybe he shouldn’t ask but he can’t help it. He might not be a wolf but he doesn’t like the idea of anybody touching his husband in any way.

“What kind of question is that?” Jackson shakes his head. “What do you think I did?”

“I…” Stiles wants to say something but nothing comes out.

Jackson snorts. “You really need me to tell you?” Jackson shakes his head and grabs Stiles’s hand from his chest, leaving it on the bed.

“I kissed him and we fucked right there, asshole.” Jackson snorts again.

“I pushed him and told him to back off!” That Stiles didn’t know that right away feels insulting in a way he can’t describe.

“I didn’t mean…” Stiles starts. “I just… I don’t know this guy. I don’t know what he’s like… or what happened--"

(Continue on AO3)

[lofitowns]

changing - d. henderson

❝ PLEASE DON’T FORGET ABOUT ME AND ALL THE THINGS WE DID ❞

ANON REQUEST :

          Can you do a sibling Dustin Henderson imagine where the reader is his older sister and they're very close and after helping the Byers pack and watching them leave they decide to cheer each other up? Bonus if the reader is leaving to college soon also but it's only couple hours away from Hawkins

             fandom ; stranger things

            word count ; 1070

            warnings ; none i think

             (y/n) - your name

i know i changed the request a little bit, but i hope you still enjoy it :)

     After the events at Starcourt, you couldn’t blame the Byers and El for wanting to leave. Hopper had died and you couldn’t imagine how torn up the girls were. Hawkins was a different place from what it was three years ago, well, it was to the small group of you who had been involved with the Upside Down.

     With Dustin Henderson being your younger brother, of course, you were involved, the boy couldn’t keep his mouth shut. You were terrified when you found out, you didn’t want your brother getting hurt. You didn’t want any of the kids to get hurt. 

     Flash forward to now, you were currently helping them pack up their house to put the boxes in the moving van. It was a sad occasion that no one had been looking forward to. 

     You were picking up the boxes from inside and bringing them out to Jonathan so he could put them in the van. When you walked back inside to grab a box from Max and Lucas, you heard them making fun of your brother and his girlfriend’s song. 

     You laughed as you walked in, “Oh leave him alone. He’s young and in love,” You tried to sound serious but when you met Max’s eyes you burst out laughing. 

     Dustin scowled at the three of you, “Shut up, (y/n). You’re my sister, you shouldn’t be joining in with them!”

     “Sorry, Dusty. It’s my job to make fun of you.”

     You tried to keep the mood light until you knew they were about to leave. It was heartbreaking to watch. All the kids were holding each other and crying, you even shed a few tears when you said goodbye to Will and El. They had grown into younger siblings to you.

     You watched their cars pull away from your place between Mike and Dustin, your brother leaning against you. You wrapped your arm around his shoulders, pressing a short kiss to his head.

     Everyone had left after a few minutes, everyone but you and Dustin. 

     “Hey, you wanna... Go for a drive?” You asked, turning to look at your curly-haired brother. That was something you used to do together. Whenever Dustin got upset you would go for a drive through the Indiana countryside.

     He nodded, walking over to your car. You followed, unlocking the doors and sliding into the driver's seat. You started it, changing the radio to his favorite station. 

     He leaned his head against the window, turning his head so he could watch the scenery. You took off on your drive.

     The only sound in the car was small sniffles from Dustin in the passenger seat. You didn’t want to bother him, you’d wait to talk to him when he was ready.

     Your drive took you to a small secluded area next to a small pond. You would come here sometimes when Dustin was really upset or you just needed some peace. You parked your car, looking over at him as you took off your seat belt. He mirrored your actions, popping the car door open.

     You both made your way to the water’s edge, sitting down next to each other. 

     “Everyone’s leaving,” Dustin finally spoke after a few minutes.

     “What do ya mean?” 

     “Will left. El left. You’re leaving. You’re going to college. You’re going to be gone all the time now.”

     “Oh, Dusty. I’m not going to be that far away. I’ll just be in Muncie. I’ll come home for every break and I’ll call you and see how you’re doing. You’ll see Will and El when they come to visit or you can go visit them.” You pull your brother towards to, holding him in your arms. 

     “I know, it’s just... Everythings been changing and I don’t really know how to deal with it. When I got back from camp, they were all coupley and I couldn’t talk to Suzie. Of course it had to be me to hear the Russian communication and of course I would want to uncover it and of course, it would lead to something in the Upside Down,” He stopped to take a breath.

     “You graduated high school and of course you got into all the schools you wanted. You could have gone to Harvard or something if you applied. You’re going off to college and you’re gonna forget about all of us up here in Hawkins. You’re gonna get older friends and not want to hang out with us. You’re gonna want to hang out with your friends over breaks. And... And I’m gonna miss having you around. You’re my best friend.”

     You sat there, taking in what Dustin had said. 

     “Hey. Change is good. It means we’re alive and continuing our lives. I know that you think I won’t want to hang out with you, but I will. You’re the coolest kid I know. I could never forget about you guys. First off, you’re my brother. There’s no way in hell I could forget you. Second, the past three years have been the craziest of my life. I don’t think I’ll ever forget whats happened,” You took his face in your hands, making him look at you, “You’re my best friend too, Dusty.”

     He grinned up at you, he had always had the cutest smile. 

     “Thanks for letting me talk. I feel weird talking about stuff like this to anyone else.”

     “I get it, I’m the same.”

     You pulled away, both of you sitting there in the quiet for a while. You listened to the chirping crickets and watched the falling leaves. When the wind began to chill, you both decided to go home.

     When you arrived, the sun was setting and your mother was sitting in the living room. 

     “Where were you two?” She asked, looking up from her novel.

     “We went for a drive,” You explained, asking her if you and Dustin could watch a movie in there.

     She nodded, telling you she would go read in her room. Dustin walked into the kitchen to go make popcorn while you picked out some movies that made you feel nostalgic.

     When the popcorn was popped and the movie was starting, you and Dustin grabbed all the blankets and pillows you could find and set up a fort on the couch. 

     You both crawled inside, laying on your stomachs to see the tv.

     “See, some things never change.”

thank you for reading :) have a good day!

[random18me]

My thoughts while watching the Shadowhunters finale: All Good Things...

- Oh, good. This episode is an hour.

- No “Previously on Shadowhunters...” ? Just, straight into the episode? Okay, good.

- Love the callback to how Lilith looked the first time we saw her. Also, how Jonathan looked after his transformation.

- Meliorn can’t die. That would be cruel.

- “Actually, he might die.” That is both really funny and really sad.

- Magnus AND Lorenzo saving Meliorn? Yeah, he’s gonna live.

- Magnus and Lorenzo working together. I didn’t realise I needed that. It looks amazing though.

- Izzy just saved everyone.

- Everyone is so protective of Izzy. I love it.

- I know this part is trying really hard to look cool, but is just looks kinda weird. Also, I’m dizzy.

- Well, that fixed the Edom problem.

- “There’s no reason to close it if Edom doesn’t exist anymore.” I love the way Magnus said that.

- I don’t want this show to end.

- Yay :).

- “Tonight?”

“Why wait even a day longer?”

- Alec wants to have the wedding in the Institute because of the message it will send. The look on Magnus’ face makes me think he agrees with Alec, but also he just can’t resist a perfectly good opportunity to annoy or antagonise the Clave. And I don’t know which motivation I appreciate and respect more.

- “I do like you in a tux.” Alec is so cute.

- Jace is so proud of Alec, and I love it.

- Clary really ships Malec more than she ships Clace.

- “It’s what we fight for, right? So we can live and love in peace.”

- Of course they had sex.

- Jonathan looks so bored and uninterested. I appreciate that.

- “I’d rather not.”

- Jonathan is amazing in this scene. He’s much more evil and intimidating now his humanity is gone.

- And there are those claws again. Why though? I mean, really?

- “I prefer to rule alone.” Ah, so that’s why you were so obsessed with getting Clary to join you. Got it.

- Yay, the young Seelie Queen is back. She was always my favourite version.

- He really just killed the Seelie Queen. I don’t know if I should be sad that she is dead, or glad that she is dead. She was an awesome character, but, man, she really deserved to die.

- Jonathan is evil and powerful and intimidating, and I’m here for it.

- That smile. Jace is so proud of Alec.

- “Again?”

- “Isabelle, would you ever consider becoming my parabatai?” I DID NOT SEE THAT COMING.

- Are we sure that this is Luke? Like, really, really sure?

- “Ooh. Good luck.” That was really funny.

- Of course she is just going to follow the strange mysterious floating light. Because over the course of three seasons, we have not learned anything.

- Mom? Yeah, I do not trust this.

- Their hair colours are so different.

- Oh, okay. Angels. Did not expect that.

- “Jonathan Shadowhunter.” All of these names are so immensely creative, aren’t they?

- So, just like in Supernatural, Angels are dicks. Also, Clary really deserves a hug.

- I love this heartfelt moment between Magnus and Lorenzo. Before this episode, I would have never thought it possible, but I’m really glad this scene exists.

- Yay. Lorenzo got invited to the wedding.

- I love Maryse.

- So, the show didn’t forget that Robert exists? For a while, I wasn’t sure. I hate him, but I’m still glad he’s invited to the wedding.

- Yeah, that’s probably Jonathan’s doing.

- Max! So, the show didn’t forget that Max exists? For a while, I wasn’t sure.

- That’s not good.

- “Look who’s all grown up.” No, I was not ready for that. Stop smiling like that, Jonathan, you’re not going to kill Max.

- He’s going to kill them, isn’t he?

- Yay, they’re not dead.

- Poor Clary.

- Jonathan’s wings look amazing.

- “Lorenzo and I” I Iove how they’re basically friends now.

- “I’ve never been to Toronto.” That’s a pretty convincing excuse, good job Clary.

- “Of course, biscuit.” He called her biscuit, that’s the second time. :)

- Jonathan is really intimidating compared to before. I love how clear the difference is.

- Is Clary really going to try to talk him out of it?

- “You dreamt of me?” That broke my heart. All he ever wanted was for someone to care enough about him to save him. Even though his understanding of love is a bit messed up, but that is all Lilith’s fault.

- “The boy that I always wanted to save but I never thought I could. I guess I was right.” This is not Clary saying Jonathan can’t be saved. This is Clary giving up on saving Jonathan. And it hurts.

- I can’t tell if Clary is telling the thruth, or if she’s just saying what she knows Jonathan wants to hear.

- He looks so hurt.

- No, no, no, Clary, please, don’t.

- Hugging someone so you can get close enough to hurt/kill them, is one of the most painful things to watch. Jonathan actually trusts her, and he feels safe in her embrace. And Clary just looks devestated.

- No, no, no, Clary. Of course she was going to draw a rune. Why didn’t I see this coming?

- Clary’s wings are beautiful.

- “Clary? Clary! Clary, you’re hurting me. I can’t breathe.” This hurts so much. He sounds so scared.

- “Shh. It’s okay. It’s okay.” Clary feels so bad for doing this, so she’s trying to comfort him.

- “Let me go.”

“I am.”

- Jonathan only ever wanted to be loved. He had a poor understanding of what love is, and he reacted really badly because of rejection. But he really just wanted to be loved. And now, he’s pleading with his sister, the only person he ever loved, to not kill him. This hurts so much.

- His hair isn’t white anymore. Which means he didn’t die as a demon, but as a Nephilim. I am not okay.

- Ave atque vale.

- I feel bad for Clary. She just saved the world, but in order to do it she had to kill her brother and give up her life as a shadowhunter.

- I needed to pause the episode here for a moment, because the next scene started and i know it’s going to be the wedding, and I am not ready yet. Because I am crying because of Jonathan, but I know I will cry at the wedding, but those are two completely different emotions, so I need a moment to compose myself.

- I am not ready, but here we go.

- Madzie is the flower girl.

- This song is beautiful.

- Why is Maryse not walking Alec down the aisle? I guess it’s tradition for the father to do it, but Maryse deserved it more.

- Everyone is smiling so much, I can’t.

- Maryse is walking Magnus down the aisle. Maryse is walking Magnus down the aisle! MARYSE IS WALKING MAGNUS DOWN THE AISLE. I am not okay. Just look at them. They are so happy. And it’s also really sad, because Magnus wouldn’t have had anyone else to do it.

- The kiss. The hug. The smile.

- “The love I have for you, is a love that knows no bounds. In times of joy as well as sadness... In sickness and in health... I will love you as my equal. And protect you above all else. I will share with you my truest feeling. And when you speak, I will listen. I will catch you when you fall. And when you soar, I will help you reach your greatest heights.”

- “Magnus Bane...”

“Alexander Gideon Lightwood...”

“I am and will always be your loving husband.”

- “It is my honour to pronounce you one.”

- I can’t describe in words how happy I am.

- Oh no, poor Clary.

- They are dancing.

- Raphael! I’m glad he’s here. I’m happy for him.

- It sounds like she is saying goodbye. That’s because she’s saying goodbye, isn’t she?

- “Or we could wear tuxes.” I was not ready for that.

- Lorenzo dancing with Madzie is too cute.

- Wow, wait, what? They’re not actually going to do that, are they? Oh, wow, they are. Okay, I ship it. Like, I really, really, really ship it.

- “How about brother?” I have missed you, Max.

- Don’t bother Maryse. Literally everyone knows.

- “Clary, I want you to know, no one will ever replace your mom in Luke’s eyes.” I love you, Maryse.

- Jace and Clary both deserve all the love in the world.

- This is a goodbye.

- She’s losing the Sight. I hadn’t even thought of that.

- She’ll lose her memories too? Damn.

- This hurts so much.

- “ONE YEAR LATER” Seriously? Okay, I kinda wanna know.

- “Mr. Inquisitor”

- Deputized downworlders? That’s amazing.

- “Thanks to you.” I literally said the same thing out loud.

- Magnus is living in Alicante with Alec? Okay, I’m happy with that.

- Magnus’ hair. That’s it.

- Also, his outfit.

- Also, his hair.

- “The High Warlock Of Alicante” What? WHAT? I am so proud of the both of them.

- Have I mentioned Magnus’ hair?

- “To us.”

- A restaurant for all kinds of downworlders? Yes. Also, Maia is alpha? Finally.

- A book? Also, why does that name sound familiar?

- Yay :)

- Izzy is head of the Institute! And Simon is a downworld deputy!

- I have always needed this fight/training scene. And it is amazing.

- “Boop, boop.”

- Simon has gotten really good. Jace is still better.

- Wow, Jace, did you just give Simon a compliment? Are you still bonded to Meliorn?

- He prays every day? It always hurts when Jace cries.

- Shadowhunters love once. Fiercely.

- Those paintings are actually really pretty.

- Clary, your new look? I like it.

- Is she looking at him?

- She’s looking at him.

- “You can see me.” That is how they first met. Why? Why do you have to do this to me?

- She’s starting to remember him. I’m not crying.

- Is this the end? It is the end. I really liked it. I love bookends.

The finale was amazing. I knew I was going to like it, I expected it to be good, but I’m really glad with how everything turned out. The only thing I didn’t really like, was that I felt that too little of the story was dedicated to Jonathan. He was still the main antagonist, and I felt that he deserved a little more time/attention. I don’t think anything should have been cut or made shorter, so the only way it would have been possible is if the episode had been longer. Which is why it is so sad the show was cancelled. There was still so much too explore, so many small storylines that needed to be sidelined. But, given the time they had, I think they did a phenomenal job. All the characters get a good ending to their story. And not just the main characters. They brought so many smaller characters back, gave them all a nice last moment, and all of it felt organic. I loved every bit of this finale. The only thing I would have still wanted to see, was perhaps a fight before Clary and Jonathan talked. To see just how powerful Jonathan was, and to give the others (Jace, Izzy, Alec, Magnus, Simon) a last chance to fight the main antagonist, because I kinda felt like they were robbed of that moment. I still loved the way Jonathan was defeated in the end, even though I would have loved for him to have been purified of his demon blood, and been given a chance at redemption. But that is probably because I always have had a soft spot for Jonathan.

Thank you Shadowhunters, for everything.

[ladyamber]

Sirenade: Chapter Six

Greetings everyone and welcome to Sirenade. Thank you so much for the support so far and I’m so excited to write these next coming chapters in the coming week. I’m so grateful that I’m almost to 100 followers, and as always Stay Tuned! For next week’s chapter. Now without further adieu I present Chapter 6!

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Chapter 6

A week had passed since Ryan decided against erasing Luke’s memory. Of course, not everyone was thrilled about the idea of a human who they barely knew knowing about the existence of sirens. At first Smitty nor Marcel has warmed up to the idea, least of all Marcel, but after seeing how happy Ohm was. Marcel learned to tolerate it, and Smitty was still taking some time to adjust to the newcomer. Evan had confirmed from Jonathan that Luke was a good person despite his southern rugged appearance, though Evan himself was a bit skeptical of Cartoonz. Despite all that Brock was the only one who had no problem with the older male, in fact, he became fast friends with Luke.

“You really like him don’t you?” Brock’s tease caused Ryan to light up with a shade of pink. Brock didn’t usually poke fun at his friends, but considering that a blind person could tell that Ryan had grown attached to Luke he couldn’t possibly resist.

“Maybe?” Ryan’s giggles had placed a smile on Brock’s face, it had been years since he had seen Ohm so lively. Like all the others no one talked much about their previous lives or why they came to Evernor to seek refuge. Brock knew that each member of his pod had been through a rough life. So he couldn’t feel anything but happiness when he saw them at peace.

“Are you planning on attending the Iris Festival this year? Luke asked if I’d go with him.” Brock winced at Ohm’s question. The Iris Festival brought back too many familiar memories of his past, something he desperately wished to forget, usually on this night he’d stay hidden in the underwater cavern attempting to block out the music and flood of flashbacks. None of the others would ask why he hated being around the festival’s joyous atmosphere, but he knew they were dying to get him to join them. As much as he wanted to, it seemed like too much for him. “Moo?”

Brock snapped out of his thoughts receiving a worried glance from Ryan. He ran his fingers through his loose locks while taking a deep breath to drown out his thoughts. “I’m fine. No, I don’t think I’ll be going this year either.”

“Brock you-” Before Ryan could complain about his decision a certain little bell rang as a certain Irishmen opened his workshop door and waved for Brock to come over. Brock glanced to Ryan before he reluctantly let him go. “We’re not finished I will convince you to go this year.”

“Don’t count on it.” His answer was dismissed as Ryan walked towards the shoreside (probably to see Luke) Brock quickly made his way towards the door of the workshop allowing the familiar bell to chime as he strolled in. He patiently waited for Brian as he assisted three large gentlemen at the register.

“No way, you three from Ireland too?”

“Dublin itself.” Brock felt the hair on his arm stand up. He didn’t know why, but the atmosphere surrounding the three men felt...dangerous. Maybe because they were newcomers, either way he wanted to make himself as invisible as possible. He quietly looked at some of the stores' products as he waited for Brian to wrap things up. 

“So what brings ye to our little town?”

“The usual. The sites, the festival, the legends.” Brock felt a shiver run down his spine as the smallest out of the three men casually talked with Brian. Even though he was turned around, he knew someone was looking right at him. Burning holes into him as if they were waiting for him to turn around and look directly at them. He resisted the urge as the discussion continued.

“Ah. Well sorry to disappoint buddy, but there hasn’t been a site of one in a long time.”

“You never know. Anyways t’anks for de stuff.”

As the three men walked out of the store Brock felt air reach his lungs and sighing in relief. He’d never such fear from a group of humans before, he’d make sure to avoid those three as much as possible. “Brocky.”

“Yeah?” Brock watched as Brian jumped over his cash register as Brian followed to where his voice came from. 

“You good? You seem a bit pale.” Brock smiled to try and disguise his worry.

“I’m good. Umm was there something you wanted to talk about or what?”

“Yeah, I...I wanted to know if you’d go with me to de festival tomorrow?”

Brock froze at Brian’s proposal the very thing he wished to avoid talking about was now being presented to him in a way that if he felt he couldn’t refuse. He’d be swimming in guilt all evening tomorrow if he turned down Brian, but he couldn’t do it. He wasn’t ready to relive the memories even if it was with Brian. He couldn’t have Brian look at him like he was a monster he would never forgive himself if he did.

“I can’t, not again?”

“What? What can’t you do again?”

“I-I can’t. I’m sorry....” Brock couldn’t stop himself from running out of the shop leaving behind a heartbroken Brian as he ran until his legs burned urging him to stop, but he keep going letting them lead him into the sea.

~*~

“Scotty!” Before Scott could put down his suitcase a figure lunged at him causing him to lose his balance.

“Fuck that hurt.” Scotty laughed as the small ball of energy complained about his own actions.

“You can blame yourself for that one, bud.” Scott inhaled the sweet smell of candy-filled smoke along with the familiar scent of the town. How he missed home. Sure visiting his hometown of Florida was a blast, even if his visit involved work, but the town of Evernor was a place he now called home. He’d missed his friends, the brewery and most of all his apartment. How he missed his bed too.

“How was your trip?” Smitty asked him he rolled off before he pulled Scott back up. “Was it fun, did you miss us?”

“Calm down Smitty he just got back. Let the guy breath.” But how he missed Marcel. The guy who always knew how to make him laugh and comfort him. Now he was here once again in the town he very much loved. He couldn’t be happier.

“It’s alright. My trip was fine, it did make me think about moving back to Florida.” Scotty laughed as the three faces in front of him shifted from joy to shock. “I’m kidding, there’s no way I’d move back. It’s too hot down there, but it was a lot of fun I got to help some marine life return to the ocean too.”

“That’s awesome, what kind of animals?” Scotty could practically see the excitement radiating off of Smitty.

“Some dolphins, a baby orca and I got to help with surgery on a sea turtle.” Scotty loved his job being a marine biologist, even if there was some irony to his job, he loved it nonetheless.

“Aww, what was wrong with it?”

“Fish hook.” As gross as it is, it was a duty that Scotty would do again and again to help save marine life. He hated getting those assignments because he always felt guilty though it was never really his fault. He was so relieved when the surgery went without complications.

“Yup that’ll do it. Marcel remember when I accidentally swim through the sand and got a fish hook stuck on my-” Marcel’s hand quickly covered Smitty’s mouth. Smitty eyes widened out of surprise before Marcel’s glare fell on directly on Smitty causing the younger male to slightly panic.

“No, wait I wanna hear the rest of the story.”

“Maybe later I kind of wanted to talk to you. Alone.” Scotty questioned why Marcel throw a glare at Smitty and John (who was making quiet kiss noises in the background) but shrugged it off.

“Sure come one you can help with my stuff.” Marcel quickly helped with Scott’s luggage as Smitty and John walked into the town. “Whatcha wanna talk about?”

“I umm...I wanted to umm...I just...I was wondering-” Scotty listened to the stuttering of his usually confident and cold friend (which he found hilarious) as it caused him to turn into a nervous wreck.

“Yes?”

“Will you come with me to the festival tomorrow?” Scott looked back at Marcel to see looking at the ground in shame? Maybe not shame, but it seemed like it.

“Of course we always go to the festival together it’s what friends do.” Scotty gave Marcel a soft smile as he returned one before Scotty unlocked his apartment. Allowing the two into the small living quarters. Scott thought he heard Marcel say something else, but shook it off. He could have sworn he heard him say something like.

“I wish it could be different this year.”

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Character Checklist.

Hi, it’s me again!! since i wasn’t able to post the next chapter, this is all i have for now :( anyways, I wanna talk as much about poppy as possible,, sooooo i made this :) it's mostly just some questions about your OC but!! Maybe you guys will like it!! Anyways, onto the thing!

Character Checklist:

Description of poppy’s physical appearance only applies to the fic. Of course, they would be different if she was actually in the show.

Full name: Pauline Odette ‘’Poppy’’ Whiteway.

Meaning for the name: Pauline; small. Odette; wealthy, but this is not important to the story. her mother is a fan of the swan lake.

Do they like their name: she’s kinda meh about Pauline, she doesn't feel like that's her name and goes by poppy with basically everything. It's how her parents called her :). She does like Odette!! But it's a very regal name and that doesn't fit her vibe so she doesn't tell it to people much.

Nickname: Poppy, of course, “Odi” by Steve sometimes. She gets called “Whiteway” a lot too, but she’s a lot less fond of that one.

Age/Grade: she’s 16 in season 1, but turns 17 right after Will gets back. I think?

How old they appear: she looks about her age, but her… energy portrays someone with a lot more life experience. even though she’s basically a child lol

Eye colour: a blue-ish shade of green. It changes a little with the light so you could call it hazel I think.

Glasses?: nope! She could use one for reading things far away, but she refuses to buy one. Says they get in the way.

Weight/Build: not thin, not fat. She’s somewhere in the middle, I mean she’s obviously muscled, but I like to think she’s also a little squishy.

Height: 5”10/1,79-1,80. A tall girl.

Skin type: I like to think she’s a little tan, maybe a bit olive skin. She gets a lot paler in the winter though. She’s part French part Italian. 

Hair Color and Length: auburn/chestnut, very warm brown. It gets a red-golden tinge when the sun shines on it. She has wavy curls, and it's slightly shorter than mid-length. like not that long but she can put it in a ponytail

Taste in Clothes: This is my Pinterest board for her, all the outfits are things she’d wear!

Healthy? Why or why not: she’s pretty healthy, but is often in pain due to the injuries she gets from boxing, fights and her uncle.

Music: Punk!!! And all the songs in the playlist above of course. She’s secretly also a big fan of the Romantics and Duran Duran, but will never admit this (especially not to Jonathan).

Daredevil or cautious: cautious when it comes to her loved ones and friends, but when it comes to herself a true daredevil. She’s very impulsive, to say the least.

Are they the same alone: I like to think she’s a little more peaceful, and in stressful situations, she tends to be very cocky as a defence system? But apart from that, she’s pretty much the same.

Good habits: standing up for her friends, being supportive, does not give up easily. Doesn't actually skip school that much! Only when necessary.

Bad habits: worries too much, nervous ticks like tapping her nails, biting a pen, the leg bounce, that stuff. Loses her shit in the ring and goes feral, it's kinda scary.

Hobbies: she loves movies and tv shows, a big comic fan, playing the guitar, THE BIGGEST STAR TREK FAN it's so cute oh God. She likes drawing and making her own clothes sometimes, music is very important to her too.

Family situation: bad. Both her parents and brother died in a mysterious accident, she now lives with her abusive uncle (David) because she has nowhere else to go. She has an aunt who lives in Chicago but they’re not exactly on friendly terms. Her family is judged severely in Hawkins, the town blames them for bringing crime into Hawkins when her grandpa moved in. That's true, but her father did everything he could to change that.

Friend situation: she’s friends with Jonathan of course, and on a friendly basis with all of the kids. she’s like a big sister to Will and eventually a sister to Jonathan too. she was best friends with steve when they were kids but he sort of abandoned her when her parents died

Deepest Fear: I think to lose the people she loves. She’s been through this too much and it makes me sad how scared she is of it.

Worst that could happen to them: the thing above, she hates being controlled too but it’s something she has to go through.

Favourite thing: being comfortable with people. Just hanging out with her friends and the kids and not feeling so horribly alone the whole time.

Favourite person/role model: her parents and her big brother, but apart from that, I think Joyce!! And eventually, hopper, though she sees him as a cop still, and cops haven’t been very kind to her.

What would break them: losing the people she loves. She’ll blame it on herself. It's not pretty.

Best/worst thing in their life: worst, the death of her parents, and best I'm not sure, a lot of little moments with her family, with the Byers and a few with Steve when they were kids?

What are they reluctant to tell people: that she’s a Whiteway. But everyone in Hawkins knows and outside Hawkins, they don't care, so I don't think that matters. About her boxing too, that's a very touchy subject. And the fainting of course!

Opinion on sex/relationships: even though she can be a very sensual person, I like to think she’s a virgin, but not necessarily against sex. She does have trust issues, to protect herself, so I think through all she wants is to not be alone, a real relationship sounds scary to her.

Major Flaws: trust issues, loyalty, she can be cold sometimes, but as a defence system. Doesn’t give up, even when she should.

How do they feel about themselves: she doesn’t hate herself since she spends so much time alone she’s become her own best friend, but I do think she thinks she's a burden to others (even though she doesn’t)

Selfish or selfless: completely selfless, but selfish in a playful way.

How do they try to differ from what they actually are: she acts tougher, I mean she is, but she does that to protect herself, even though it doesn't make people like her, per se.