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adaodinson · 3 years ago

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I didn´t call you babe, I was asking what it meant

It’s been a while since I posted a story, I apologize, I´ve been like crazy cause I’m starting college this year and well, I haven´t had time.

I finally watched Bill and Ted´s trilogy and of course I now adore them and have the biggest crush on Ted. I thought of this while rewatching the first movie today so here it is. In this story Lizzie and Joanna are saved by Rufus like in the movie, but they don´t stay with Bill an Ted (they can still be a part of the band though).

Summary: When the guys go to London in the XV century, they encounter someone else who needs a hand.

Relationship: Ted x femreader, Bill x platonic!femreader

Warnings: none.

Oh you did it this time, you certainly did it. There was no way you would get away from this execution. You were being dragged by the guards, not that you would try to fight them at this point, you knew it was hopeless, but you weren´t going to make it easy for them either.

The wooden door opened with a loud creak as the light from the outside blinded you. You could feel the change in the floor, from cold stone to dirt. You weren´t precisely scared, you were hoping you would get out of this just like the past times but now they took you by surprise, and unlike the others, you didn´t have an escape plan now.

You felt dozens of eyes on you, looking in disgust. Everyone here knew you at this point: the young girl with the weird accent that had no family and only knew how to steal. It was partially true, but of course there was more to you. You didn´t bother trying to change their minds about you anymore, though.

-Aha! I encounter you again- yelled the king from his seat. You rolled your eyes at him and at the look of victory in his eyes. You really didn´t want to give him the satisfaction of killing you, and you didn´t want to die either.

As the guards settled you in place, you realized they were dragging two weird looking guys and tying them up next to you. They had clothes you had never seen before, and they looked funnily scared. The blonde one had a kind aura, he seemed sweet, and the dark haired one, as foolish as he looked, you had to admit was rather handsome. Well, you were clearly lying to yourself, he was beautiful.

-First time here, boys?- You asked with a giggle, still refusing to believe you were going to die.

-You’ve been in this situation before? Are you a ghost?- they asked at the same time.

-I’ve indeed been in this situation before, but I can guarantee I´m not a ghost- you stated.

-Well, how did you get out? We could use some help ya know, babe- The dark haired said with a cute and confused look in his eyes. You flinched at the nickname, you certainly hadn´t heard that before and didn´t know what to think about it.

-Babe?- you asked.

-Yeah?- The same guy asked, waiting for you to say something else. His expression suddenly changed as if he had realized something- Wait, did you just call ME babe?- You swore he was blushing.

-No, I was asking you what it meant…ARGH- you were interrupted by the burning sensation of rope around your neck. They were putting you all in position for the execution.

Behind you, you heard a man screaming nonsense “They fell from the sky!!” “This devilish red box!!”. He was being carried by a cart and was hugging the weirdest thing you had ever seen.

-This is it. Lord, I can´t believe this- You were getting ready to face your destiny when you noticed there where only two executioners. Before you could even realize what was happening, the executioners cut the ropes that were holding you.

-Billy! Socrates!- The guys yelled while hugging the men. You then felt a hand on your shoulder and quickly turned, ready to punch who you thought was a guard.

-DON´T- The cute boy said while covering his face.

-Come on, babe! Come with us, we can get you out of here- You didn’t even stop to think about it, you just jumped to the cart and screamed your way through the town. You were speeding up more and more, and you were not feeling ready to die again, so as you passed a bridge, you managed to grab a rope that was tight to a wooden structure and pulled so it would block your persecutor´s way.

-WOW That was excellent! - both boys said at the same time and then did a strange movement with their hands in the air while shacking their heads happily. They were definitely the weirdest people you had ever met, but you liked that.

As you reached the woods, the guys hurried all of you to get into the red rectangle. You saw the blonde guy going through a book and pressing some metallic thingies.

-Oh I´m Ted by the way, and that is Bill, Socrates and Billy- Ted said while pointing at each of them. You blushed at his attention.

-I´m Y/N- you said with a worried smile since the guards were getting closer.

-Y/N- Ted repeated proudly- Beautiful name for a beautiful lady- That made you blush even more, especially since you were pretty close to him because of the small space inside the red rectangle.

Suddenly all your surrounding changed and you could only see what seemed like infinite. You closed your eyes while screaming and hang on to the shirt of whoever was next to you. Spoiler alert, it was Ted. He didn’t even scream through the time tunnels since he was too busy looking at you.

The red thing finally stopped and Bill asked you to stay inside. You didn´t see much of what happened out there, you just heard Bill and Ted say: “Be excellent to each other, and party on, dudes!”. You didn´t know what that meant, but they said it with such conviction you assumed they were wise words.

After the guys returned, you made more travels to who knows where and then finally arrived to what Bill and Ted called home. You saw Ted´s house and your head was now hurting with questions, but you understood Ted and Bill needed your help so you would ask everything after that.

They took you to a place called The Mall. It was huge and filled with people. You were looked at weirdly, but to you, the weird ones were all of them. Bill explained what The Mall was and Ted never left your side, he was at the end of the line, guarding all your new friends, but always made sure you were feeling safe.

They gave you a Slursy? Slusfy? Oh whatever, it was the most delicious thing you had ever tried, and Ted smiled so widely just by seeing how happy you were with it. He mentioned they would have to go get another historical figure that they had brought before, and you didn´t want to be without them so you asked if you could go with them. They agreed happily.

You then met Deacon, Ted´s little brother, and before you knew you were at a place called a water park? You didn´t understand so Ted took you to take a look and explain while Bill went looking for Napoleon. You got lost in Ted´s explanation by looking into his eyes, and he realized you weren´t paying attention. He thought you were making fun of him in your head or that you thought he was an idiot. But what you blurted out (according to you, you said it in your head, apparently you didn´t) made him see that wasn´t at all what you were thinking.

-How can you be so cute and pretty?- The question was out before you could even think. You turned a bright red and looked at the floor, but Ted softly grabbed your chin and made you look at him.

-You really think that, Y/N?- His eyes were filled with so much joy, hope and a beautiful spark that you couldn’t bring yourself to lie to him.

-Well, yes, of course I do. I mean, you literally saved me and…- You weren´t allowed to finish, a pair of soft lips in yours interrupted you midsentence, but of course you didn´t care. You tasted and enjoyed every bit of it, just like Ted did.

-Okay guys, I found him… WOAH- Bill was carrying a man covered in a towel and was smirking at you both.

-DUDE- Ted said looking happier than you had ever seen him (and that was a lot to say).

-Awesome!- They both said and did what you now knew was an air guitar movement.

You headed back to the Mall and soon realized your historical friends had been taken to prison by Ted’s father. You didn’t really understand what was going on, everything was new for you and Bill had to drag you as you stood astonished looking at a bicycle (not to mention how many questions you asked about the car). The guys decided it would be best if you stayed with Missy and Napoleon in the car, Ted specified he didn’t want you to get hurt.

Missy asked you tons of questions and answered yours. She was really nice, and even though Napoleon was weird, he was really funny (because he didn’t understand anything).

Finally Bill and Ted returned with the others and you headed back to the Mall.

You weren’t a historical figure, so you got to watch the guy’s complete presentation from behind the stage and to clap like crazy when they finished. Ted had gotten you some clothes when you returned to the Mall, and you were the most comfortable you had ever been.

You decided to stay with them, but you did accompany the guys to leave the historical figures at their times, they ended up being your friends after all.

When you returned, Ted wanted to offer you to stay in his house, but he knew his dad wouldn´t allow it, so you stayed with Bill instead. You saw Ted all the time though, and when they discovered that you could sing they immediately asked you to join their band and be the lead singer. You couldn´t say no to Ted´s beautiful face, so you agreed, and of course their love for music was contagious and you were loving every new song they showed you. Rufus then confirmed you were a part of the band in the future, and so, that´s how your life in a different time began, and you couldn´t love it more.

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peakywitch · 4 years ago

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Too much, too less - Michael Gray

A/N: eeeh angsty of course lmao sorry... THIS GIF 🤰🤰🤰

Words: 1k maybe idk i didn't count

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Christmas was one of Y/N favourite times of the year. Her family always celebrated it with joy, love and a lot of laughter. The whole year they worked day and night, just to be able to spend cozy and warm festivities.

It was, of course, all she could remember. Then, war wiped her dad away from his family fingers, and her mom disappeared into the horizon inside a gipsy caravan with a Lee after the letter from his death came in, as a desperate way of escaping grief. And so, the only Christmas she would never forget was Christmas 1918. It was a cold, grey and lonely Christmas.

When the town heard from her misery, they all handed out their hand to help the lost girl.

They tried to find a job that would suit an eighteen year old, and she found her place by Polly Gray’s side. With her nephew’s in France, she needed an extra helping hand in the betting den. And you could tell her skill was treating customers, you could see it in the way she smiled, she acted and she laughed at the silly jokes men did. She helped them by sometimes giving hints on which horse would win, and that’s how she won everyone’s heart.

When the boys came back, they took a quick liking at her. The Shelby brothers found her warm teas almost bewitching, they tasted like a little bit of peace. Christmas 1919 wasn't so horrible, after all, she found herself in a new family, with good older brothers and a motherly figure who would always be there for her, no matter what.

And in 1921 he appeared: Michael fucking Gray. A man with such a superiority complex yet to show, but someone could sense it in the way he began to make his way into the company.

And so he did, he got a job as accountant in the company, leading Y/N to a horrible destiny: being his assistant.

She felt the need to stay quiet, she could not end up in the streets. So, Y/N would always help Michael when he demanded her help. And now, he felt like he owned her. Y/N do this, do that, take note, erase, write, speak, eat, stop speaking. And being bossed around by someone who is your own age and more stupid than you, it’s a pain in the ass.

“Don’t you think you are a little too loud?” he asked once, coming out from his office to find her laughing with Johnny Doggs.

Maybe she was too loud.

“Sorry, Michael, it’s my fault…” said Johnny, trying to stop his laughter.

“It’s ok Johnny, but she needs to stop being so loud.”

It felt like cold water splashing over her.

Then, one happy night in the Garrison, he did another remark.

"Do you really think that joke was funny? You're trying way too hard."

Men who wanted to hear her jokes and laugh, could now only see her smile. And it happened too when she went out with Isaiah, Finn and now Michael. She was always laughing, drinking beer and making jokes. But her jokes became small smiles, and hours of fun abd endless beers became twenty minutes of being uncomfortably seating by his side.

But it was Christmas 1925, when the family found out how she had been feeling the past year since she started being Michael’s assistant.

It was the 24th of December, and the whole family was gathered in the master dining room, while the house employees were serving the food. She was sitting between Lizzie and Esme, drinking champagne and laughing at stories they told.

She couldn't keep her laugh inside, and she kept on laughing with every word the women spoke. Everyone loved to hear her laugh, she always made everyone happy.

And when she calmed down, after a few seconds she heard Michael whispering to Isaiah underneath his breath:

“Don’t you think she is too loud?” he asked, with a chuckle, but Is kept a straight face, Y/N was staring at both of them.

When Michael moved away from Isaiah, he had a weird smile, as if he had won something. They both connected their eyes, she would be throwing champagne in his face in any minute.

And then she felt it, the courage building inside her, and erupting from her body.

“Stop it.” she demanded, with a straight face. Her stomach tangled.

“Stop what?” he asked, raising his eyebrows, playing dumb

“Stop telling me I’m too much. Too chatty, too happy, too excited."

"And don't forget about too nosy and too loud."

She laughes in disbelief. Michael was always a dick, he thought of himself as king of the world.

"I am a woman, and maybe I am too much of a woman. Maybe I'm just too much of a fucking woman for you, and you only know how to cry about how much of a man you wish you could be." She screamed as her hands tried to stay away from the knife.

That!" He laughed, and drunk some wine "That's exactly why you keep on scaring man away. You think I didn't know you liked me? You think you are cute and pretty when you laugh? You are impossible to stand, didn't you know?"

"Michael, that's enough." Demanded Polly.

"Twenty-something and no lover, uh? Poor little girl. Must be horrible to cry yourself to sleep asking God why no man wanta you! Well there you fuckin' go! Now you know!"

She looked around, trying to run into Arthur's arms like she always did. But he was worried with his own kid now. While Ada and Polly were exchanging silent plans on what to do, Esme had her hand on John's shoulder, telling him to sit.

She was alone.

“Stop focusing on me and my happiness, and start focusing on the lack of joy and laughter your life has, Michael. My dad died and my mom left me to mourn alone, so I’m sorry if I’m enjoying life once and for all, i’m sorry your life is so dark, that you have to focus on someone else’s happiness to have something to say.”

“Y/N, I think you are being…” he began, with a defying gaze.

“Too loud? Too angry? I damn am. You will be too much of an idiot not to realize I am two times the man you are. And damn you fool, you would be a lucky guy to date a woman like me, who tries to keep a smile on her face every fuckin’ day!”

“Calm down, you don’t need to yell.” he stated, with a smile that make him look like a snake. That same smile he had every time he talked about a girl he spent the night with.

“You never had the need to be a bastard with me for the past year, yet you were. And every day i tried to bond with you, you would just brush me off with nasty comments about my smile, my clothes, my hair, my laugh. I was happy, and you took it away. So congrats Michael, now I am everything you always wanted: too quiet, too grey, too sad and too fucking boring, just like you are.”

"You're simply pathetic. As lost as a kid, I don't even know how you got this position. You can't-"

"Now I know why Charlotte wanted to abort your kid. You don't even have what it takes to be a kid yourself."

Polly stared in disbelief.

Michael was...?

Michael did.... what?

Esme and Ada stared at Finn, who was trying to hide a smile.

She cleaned her mouth with the white napkin, and excused herself.

"If by monday Michael doesn't quit, I will. Thank you for the lovely dinner, Tom. The food was amazing."

She walked out of the dining room, her heels accompanied her, letting everyone know she was heading upstairs to end her night.

"You went too far, Michael." Said Lizzie, still in shock at the news Y/N had just revealed "She didn't deserve it. And you fucking know it."

The table was one big argument. Everyone in her favor, trying to get Michael into his senses.

"Michael…" Tommy stated, and the table started to calm down "Michael, you heard her."

"Are you mental? Do you want my son to quit?" Polly fought.

"He's a adult, Pol. He has a good twenty years, ain't that right? If he doesn't want to be fired, he will sort it out. Like we all do in life."

Tommy stood with her, she knew it. And to say she was oblivious to it would be a lie. She knew. But she had supported to much.

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sorenmarie87 · 4 years ago

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Cinnamon rolls and coffee

Summary: She can't get enough of your scent.

Pairing/Characters: Alpha!Charlie/Omega!Reader. Dean Winchester

Square Filled: Love At First Smell (A/B/O)

Word Count: 1,359

Rating: Teen and Up

Warnings: Dean being himself. Oral (mentioned). Benny is the reader's best friend. Alpha!Dean being too forward. Reader's sexuality is talked about.

A/N: Written for @spnabobingo. Beta’d by the lovely @iflostreturntosteverogers and @fictionalabyss.

“Can you tell me why I agreed to meet you in what smells like the sweetest place on Earth?” Dean laughed loudly as Charlie slid into the empty side of the booth and removed her bag.

“We both know that’s not true. I mean, you have eaten a girl out before right?”

"You know I don't kiss and tell Winchester."

"That's a lie and you know it. Just the other day, you were telling me about -"

"Let me just stop you there. You really need to stop confusing reality and porn."

"You gotta stop hangin' out with Sam. I'm pretty sure he's told me the same thing." Charlie's retort died on her tongue the moment she heard your laugh from across the diner.

You were joking with a pair of older gentlemen as you took their order and explained what their side options were.

Dean looked up from his menu, and chuckled at the red head who was muttering “mine” under her breath. “Charlie?” She didn’t respond so Dean did the only thing he could think of. He snapped his fingers in her face.

“What?"

"You got a little bit of drool on the side of your mouth there. You might want to clean it up before legs for days makes her way over here…"

You had to remind yourself why you loved your job. Statler and Waldor were two of your favorite customers, but the marriage proposals were getting old. “If I wanted to marry an older gentleman, I would’ve accepted the one my parents tried arranging years ago.”

“You can’t let ‘em get to ya like that cher, they mean well.” You smiled as you handed off their order and sighed.

“It’s all in good fun, I know.”

“Hey.” You felt him grab your hand and squeeze it gently. “You’ll find ‘em, I know you will. You might’ve given up hope, but your person is out there.”

“Thanks Benny. Do you think Lizzie will trade tables with me??”

“I think she can handle Mutt and Jeff for ya.” You quietly thanked him and Lizzie when she handed you a couple of menus.

“Go get ‘em girl, they’ve been watching you all night.”

You were so distracted by the pretty red haired Alpha and her intoxicating scent that you tripped over your feet.

“I'll get you guys new menus, hold on a second.”

“Sorry for the wait. I can take your order whenever you're ready or I can come back and give you guys a few minutes to decide.” You brushed your hair out of your face and smiled.

"I think we're ready to order now sweetheart."

"Okay." You pulled the small notebook out of your apron and flipped it to a blank page. "Whenever you're ready."

“This might be a weird question, but do you guys have cinnamon rolls?”

“Diner speciality made by yours truly.” You smile widely as Charlie lays her menu down on the booth table in front of her. “They usually go super fast but I think we have one or two left. Is that what you’re going with?”

“Yeah, and a cup of coffee to go with it?” You scribbled her order down and smiled at the guy sitting across from her. “And you, sir?”

“You can call me Dean.” You giggled as Dean winked at you and looked over the menu once again. “Bacon cheeseburger and fries. Ohh and a slice of pie.”

“Today’s pie of the day is pecan, if that’s all right.”

“I love pecan pie...”

“Don’t let him fool you, this man loves any pie you could toss at him.”

“It sounds like he loves women pie the most.” You grinned at Charlie who promptly burst into laughter.

“I would never turn down a slice of sweet cherry pie.” Your face flushed again as Dean’s hand brushed against yours. “What do you think sweetheart? You think there’s a possibility of me gettin’ a taste?”

“Dean, what the hell?” Charlie growled low in her throat and you watched as Dean moved his hand away from you.

“You’re handsome Dean, don’t get me wrong, but that was probably one of the creepiest offers I’ve ever received.”

“Hypothetically, if he wasn’t a creep just now, would you have considered it?” You watched Charlie bite her lip in anticipation of your answer.

“Well, a girl needs a good dicking down every once in a while but,” You grinned and looked at Charlie dead on. “I bet you could make me scream in ways I didn’t think was possible.” With a wink, you turned and made a beeline for the kitchen.

"I'm pretty sure your face is the same color as those crawfish we sent out to your favorite old men."

"Why am I allowed to speak? Seriously, Benny - who said 'Oh, all you have to do is talk to the pretty girl that may or may not be your alpha. She'll get a laugh out of you offering yourself up like a full course meal.' What is wrong with me?"

"Ain't nothin' wrong with ya." Benny chuckled as he placed two patties on the grill.

“Feels like it.” You muttered as you plated up the last remaining cinnamon roll. “She’s lucky, this is the last one…”

“How big of a servin’ platter would we need?” Benny snickered as he flipped over the burgers. “I mean, you are just one big cinnamon roll.”

“I’ll show you what this cinnamon roll can do.” You threw your pen at him and Benny laughed harder.

"What's got you all worked up sug?" You jumped as Lizzie placed her hand on your shoulder and you sighed.

"You know that pretty red head that's sitting with ole green eyes out there? That might be Y/N's Alpha and she basically told her she could have Y/N anyway she wanted…"

"I thought you liked guys Y/N?"

"Lizzie, gender has never mattered to me. I like people for who they are." You pulled a clean coffee cup down from the shelf and filled it up. "I also know that I'd love to get to know her before she, ya know… eats me out like a woman starved. Why did I even say that?"

"Yeah, you’re not usually that bold.”

“Benny, how much longer on that burger and fries?”

“I see what you’re trying to do, but this ain’t goin’ away just like that okay? Talk to this girl, get to know her and then see how ya feel. Don’t give up before ya start, you hear me?”

"Yeah, I hear ya."

"Good. Now, go get your tray and take this order out.”

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"Did you order a cinnamon roll because that waitress reminds you of one and you want to devour her or was there another reason?"

“She smells exactly like a cinnamon roll with hints of maple bacon and coffee.”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“I can’t get her scent out of my head Dean. I know I barely know her, but I love her..” Charlie groaned and placed her head on the table.

“What are you, a Disney princess meeting her one true love for the first time?"

“YES. no. I don't know. Maybe. Shut up."

"I just feel like you're going ass backwards into this. You fell in love with her at first smell, doesn't that feel weird?"

"I don’t know."

The conversation was dropped as soon as you came back to their table. You smiled as you handed off their order and told them that if they needed anything else, you’d be around.

"I don't know what you did to impress those Alphas, but damn if that's the result every time, I'm keepin' my table next time." You had no idea what she was talking about until she pressed a piece of paper into your hand. There was a small wad of cash in the middle of it, but you pocketed that and unfolded the note.

Y/N, I'm sorry for coming on too strong. Besides the huge ass tip (Charlie's idea), I wanted to give you something to show you that I am truly sorry. Don't lose this, but also don't hurt my sister. - Dean

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diabloindigo · 3 years ago

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Are you the person to open a box of cereal just to get the toy inside? As a kid yes. Right now, I don’t buy cereals with prizes anymore. Do they even stuff toys in cereal these days?

Do you get scared easy? If it’s in the anxiety induced variety, yes.

What was one of the stupidest things you cried over when you were little? Not sure, it could have been anything from not wanting to wear a fancy dress or dress shoes to a party or a broken toy.

Have you ever drank milk from the carton? Despite having a working dishwasher and plenty of glasses, I “waterfall” milk and juice from the containers.

Juice or milk? I go both ways, leaning more towards juice. Apple or orange.

Do you ever turn off your computer properly? Once in a while.

Do you wish you were a fish? Not really, though I kinda envy the blue Dory (Doctor Fish?) in the tank at my gynecologist’s waiting room. It likes to swim to the bottom of the tank and ride up to the top on a bubble jet. That damn fish has probably had more fun than I have in the past several months.

Who’s your favorite super hero? Invincible (Amazon Prime). Along with Spider-Man (2002) and the Big Hero 6 movie, that character/series is a rare superhero show that makes me feel strong and vulnerable at the same time.

Who’s your favorite super villain? Slade Wilson/ Deathstroke as seen in “Teen Titans: The Judas Contract” animated movie and the 2003-2006 “Teen Titans” cartoon series.

Spiderman or X-men? Spider-Man. Tobey Maguire and Peter B. Parker from Into the Spiderverse.

Movie theatre or stay at home movie night? Theaters. Alamo Drafthouse. I love ordering boozy milkshakes and finger foods.

Do you have a Blue Ray? I have one of those external drives for my Mac though I never use it.

How about HD television? Yeah

Do you think HD television is kind of a waste of money? No.

Do you get why people get so frickin’ freaked out during football season? I do not, and living in a state with a hard-on for (American) football makes it weird when I tell people that I do not have a favorite football team/player.

Do you ever sneak scraps to the dog even though you’re not suppose to? I don’t sneak him food. If I cook or order too much to eat, then I scrape a couple of cup’s worth of leftovers in his bowl. He’s probably got only a year to live so let him live it up a little.

Are you reading a book right now? If so what? A friend gave me a copy of “The Only Good Indians” but I can't get into it so I’m reading “Full Throttle” by Joe Hill.

What was the last book you were required to read for school? It’s been so long I can’t remember.

O donuts or jelly filled? Whipped cream filled. I love Krispy Kreme’s whipped cream filled donuts with raspberry filled donuts as a close second.

If I’m feeling bland then I do like crullers.

Do you like your ice-cream in a bowl or cone? Bowl unless it’s a tasty cone.

Marshmallows in your hot chocolate or no? I could go either way unless it’s a tiny cup of chocolate.

Do you like cherry coke? Hell yes. I love going to Sonic for a cherry-vanilla-lime Coke or this greasy little 1950s type burger joint for their cherry cokes since they load the cups with several cherries.

Do you really think diet Dr. Pepper is the equivalent of a cupcake? No, it tastes artificial. Like a bastard child of a soft drink that wants to pass for cherry soda.

Do you snore in your sleep? Drool? Talk? Snore and talk (I’m pretty stressed out).

Have you ever sleep walked? no

Are you a morning person? I am now.

How do you wake up in the mornings? by alarm during the work week, naturally at 6-7 on vacation days.

Do you think guyliner is hot? What is that?

Is variety the spice of life? yeah

Do you think strawberry milk is disgusting? I like it.

Have you ever drank after anyone? Like sharing a cup/bottle? Yeah, loads of times.

Have you ever drank after anyone you don’t know very well? No.

Do you have any limits on who you drink/eat after?

If we’re talking about sharing, then I will share food/drink with family and friends. If someone offers me bite-size pieces that are individually wrapped or can be torn off the main portion, I’ll eat it, but only from co-workers or acquaintances.

Would you eat a sucker if someone already ate some of it? No.

Would you chew somebody else's gum? Hell no.

Do you know anyone who’s going to die of mono because of that? No.

Do you enjoy school? My English and psychology classes.

Are you a teacher’s pet? no

Do you have a job? Yes.

How did you get to and from school? Parents drove me or I walked for elementary through high school. I drove when I went to college.

Do you have a bedtime? And if so what is it? I’m in bed between 11-12 a.m.

What time do you get up? 6 am so I can walk/exercise before the sun boils the earth in full force.

Have you ever pulled an all-nighter? Yeah in college.

What’s more important? Beauty or brains? brains

Do you believe in yourself? Sometimes I do, and sometimes I don’t.

Did you ever want to be an astronaut when you were little? No. Being a veterinarian or scientist were my highest ambitions as a small kid.

How about the president? Never.

What did you want to be when you were little? Veterinarian, scientist, cartoon character.

Did you ever want to be a super model? no

Do you believe you’re attractive enough to be a super model? No.

Have you ever had an X-ray? Several in the past few months for pre-surgery and dental work.

What’s your favorite guy’s name? What’s your favorite girl’s name? Guys’: Shane, Mark, Tadashi, Austin, Cade, Trip.

Girls’: Quince, Sienna, Amy, Kit, Lizzie (Elizabeth), Raven.

Who’s your second cousin’s, grandparent’s, sister? The fuck...

Do you laugh to yourself whenever the ketchup bottle farts? No, in fact, I get annoyed when other people hear it and ask me if I farted.

Do you have any real guns in your house? I have several.

Do you know how to use nunchucks? No, I bought a pair at one of those Asian imports emporiums, but I donated them since I never learned to use them. They were these crappy foam padded ones with dragons printed on the handles.

Do you know anyone who can use nunchucks? No.

What do you want to be next Halloween? In better health and not shitting bricks about using up my paid time off to go to doctors’ appointments.

Did you ever consider getting a job as a mall Santa? No. I’d rather be one of his elves or a reindeer.

Are you the one responsible for taking out the garbage? Yes. Grosses me the fuck out sometimes with smelly discarded poultry trays or rotten food, but somebody’s gotta do it.

Do you recycle? My city has the blue recycling bins, but I heard that since we’re an ass-backward community, “recyclables” and trash all go to the same place. I just place recyclables in the blue bin to help clear up space in the trash bin. Maybe I’m wrong and this city does recycle? Can’t hurt.

When I was 11, I’d collect empty soda cans to take to the recycling guy since back in the day, they’d pay for aluminum cans. That’s how I scraped up funds for dollar movies and hot dogs.

Are you a pyro? Yeah. I carry/collect Zippo lighters but mostly because the “click-click” is satisfying to hear since I flip the lids open and closed to relieve stress. And I burn a lot of old bills and letters with sensitive info on them.

What was the last word/thing you wrote down? I was researching high fiber foods that are also low in carbs to make a grocery and dinner meal plan.

Sleeping or eating? After my surgery, sleeping.

Are you overall a positive person? I try to be realistically positive, if such a thing exists. The world will never be all sunshine and My Little Ponies, but I try to find some comfort and positivity when my world is a shit-show. Filling this survey out kinda helps.

Do you hate hypocrites? Yeah, especially the “do as I say, not as I do” types.

For instance, a certain family member is pushing good diet and health habits, but it aggravates the hell out of me if I see him drinking high sugar iced tea or eating ice cream. Or Door-Dashing Burger King, even if it is a Beyond Whopper with a diet Coke.

Do you like to prank people? Yes, but I do benign pranks like leaving dirty riddles and meme drawings on their front doors.

What was the worst prank you’ve ever done on anyone? I tried fucking with a telesolicitor but I could not stop laughing.

Have you ever jumped on a trampoline in the ice? I don’t own a trampoline.

Have you ever ice skated? No. I tried once after a local minor league hockey game. I got the skates on, but my ankles were bending/bowing out so I changed my mind.

Ever water skiid? No.

Is vacuum spelled funny? Yes.

Democrat or republican? I don’t associate formally with either party, but I hitch my pony a little to the left.

Who’s the biggest asshole you know? My former boss circa 2013. Very unprofessional and a veritable loudmouth and a poor (shit) showman wannabe.

Pen or pencil? Gel-ink pens.

Should all paper have holes? nope

Speaking of holes. Swiss cheese, what’s the point of that? Fewer calories? Spinning slices in my hand like a TV cowboy spinning his revolver in the trigger guard with his finger?

Have you ever been in a helicopter before? No.

Own any airbrushed tshirts? Nope, not even in the nineties.

Have you ever been suspended? No.

Have you ever been in a fist fight? A few playground fights as a kid.

Ever said something to someone that you didn’t mean to say? Yes.

Do you forgive too easily? I don’t think so.

What are you listening to right now? The AC running.

Have you ever seen any of MCR’s music videos? Nope.

Are you tan? No.

Have you ever been in a tanning bed? No. I have no desire to look like a Cheeto or woo skin cancer.

Have you ever played water volley? Once at my uncle’s neighborhood swimming pool.

Ever had a sunburn? Yes, from neglecting sunscreen re-applications or underestimating the sun.

How about wind burn? It hurts….. Nah, I don't live in a cold enough climate for that.

What was the first word you learned how to say? I think it was “mama.”

#random monkey shit #survey #ask #bored #Q and A #long post

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what-a-messsss · 4 years ago

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1x10 rewatch

Ok, let’s get back to Walt Longmire: Disaster Boi of S1 and finish this season off with a...something. Pleading look to the heavens, maybe?

How do I keep forgetting that Lizzie is a thing, even after our decision to find her some nice Smitten Cowboy to be with? Holy hell, but why are you still keeping your dead wife’s ashes in the kitchen? At least you kept Lucian in your fucking truck. In a coffee can. What is with you and breakfast beverages?? We all know you need lots of therapy, but this seems like a kind of niche issue.

“Trust me, you don’t, uh, you don’t want that tea.” Buddy.

Poor Lizzie. She really is so nice. And he’s such a fucking disaster. “You seem weird,” she says, in reaction to him going bug eyed from having to convince her not to drink his dead wife without her realizing that’s what he was doing. Sweetie, you have no idea. And she really does like him.

This is. So. Gloriously awkward. And Lizzie’s there in her bare feet. And all we need is for Branch to show up and we’ll have a full house, and aaaaahahaha, Walt is so trying to freeze time with the power of his brain. Staring off into the Not Here place with his mouth pressed just so... Awwwww, suffer.

I had forgotten that Ferg was the one who actually did the body work on the Bronco! Even did the paint work, because that old truck has never looked so good. I know Omar loaned Walt his truck while the Bronco was “in the shop,” but I like that the writers gave Ferg the skills to do that.

“If anybody... has something they want to say, I suggest you think twice about it.” We don’t need to say anything; we’re too busy laughing at you.

Oof, and then Lizzie hearing Martha’s voice still on the message greeting. She’s really quite a good actress. Lizzie isn’t a terribly subtle character generally, but she gives her these really fine microexpressions that give you occasional glimpses that there is more going on under the surface, and she’s not just an open book. : ( Making me actually like her and feel bad, not just cringe when she comes on. Dang iiiiiiiit.

Ok, that does NOT look like Sharpie. I’m sorry, but that looks like a paint pen or lipstick more than it looks like a Shapie on the dead kid’s forehead. Even if it were one of the jumbo Sharpies, they don’t write like that, they aren’t that colour on skin, and the thickness of the lines are all off. Which is not really relevant, but it buuuuugs meeeee. Pedantic little shit that I am.

Ope, Branch is basically past the angst about Walt not liking him and straight into just giving him nothing but attitude. Which, while I can hardly blame anyone for giving Walt shit, does get old pretty fast.

Walt, you are So Bad at talking to people, even when it’s for the damn job! Yeah, it’s fine to have Ferg fill Vic in, but at least acknowledge that she’s there, damn. Honestly it would have been good for both Vic and Ferg for Walt to tell her to follow Ferg’s lead on this one. He knows the case, the local history, the players, the situation, and probably more about archery than her, and she could stand to take the reminder that working 5 years in big city homicide still doesn’t make her the senior deputy and that she needs to be ok learning from even Ferg. Shit, I keep finding more and more reasons to be annoyed at Walt. Is he even really that good of a sheriff? I’m shaking the ol’ Magic 8 Ball here, and signs point to frickin’ NO. Ugh.

Five HUNDRED dollars says that he didn’t check with Mathias before going on the Rez for official police business again. Jackass.

Can’t really blame Viho for being super bitter. And Ayasha is so sweet. This whole family dynamic is so well done.

Aw, Ferg is so excited about the gum wrapper. “Still minty!” How are you such a sparklebunny? Bless.

Detective Falessssss. His opening line is so great, but uuuuuuuhg, he’s as bad as Walt with his singlemindedness about the case.

“Talk to Ruby. She runs my life.” She runs the department, bucko, and you’d be lost without her! Lost, I say! But you treat her like your personal social secretary, and that’s crap.

In Fales’ dubious defense, you were just super weird about that whole encounter.

Omar! You creepy little lecherous jackass. Why am I still fond of you? It’s really rather galling that I enjoy your character at all, but I doooo. Thank gods he has the beard now; cleanshaven was just wigging me out. “Vickie’s never shot before--” “That is the second-to-last time you will ever call me that.” And I chortle myself to distraction to the point that I have to rewind to catch the lines that I missed. With her horrible plans when she gets drunk (I’m still cringing at that flashback of her with Travis) and her obvious thing for older men, I’m honestly kind of surprised she didn’t end up having a deeply regretted something with Omar at some point. They do have good chemistry in an antagonistic way. And he does so enjoy tugging her pigtails. ...ew. Why is my brain like this?

“A little bit of practice, even a girl can make that shot.” Aaaaaaand we’re back to kick him in the nuts. Not that we ever really left there. Such a butthead.

Boy oh boy, it sure is great the tone that all these shitty rich white people take saying “Indian.”

“That is what a normal person would do in your situation.” Henryyyyyy, I love you so much. Why can’t we spend more time with him in the early seasons? Why are you drinking a Rainier? Nooooo, please have better taste in beer than your boyfriend! You have expensive tastes in bourbon, why can’t you have decent taste in beeeer?

Walt, what is the point of practicing darts when you are FIVE FEET from the board? Seriously, you’re supposed to be like... (a google later) 7 feet 9.25 inches away! That’s... That’s an oddly specific measurement. Wtf. No quickly apparent reason for that specific measure. Resisting the pull of this particular rabbit hole to continue the ep.

Aaaah, that’s right, this is still when Walt thinks that Henry may have killed the guy for him. And BestDad Henry talked to Cady after the blow up about Branch, and he is a wonderful human being. “It’s really none of your concern.” Hoooooow dare you. It is clearly a function of being bffs with that butthead that Henry just smiles (somewhat bitterly) at this instead of tripping him into the bar or shoving his head into the cigarette machine. (Is that a cigarette machine? Wtf is that thing with the yellow lit up portion towards the top? [14:05])

“What a rich inner life you must lead. From time to time, you should consider sharing some of it with the rest of us.” The sass! Swoon. Henry. Marry me.

“I’ve got other problems.” Buddy, you are other problems.

I wonder how many people/places Ruby just has on speed dial so that she can zoom through her list of “Where the hell is Walt now” to get in touch with him.

Aaaaand we’re back to Branch getting a bit big for his britches. Whee. Better fight about it like Big Boys. Ffs. “Go ahead. Give me your best shot.” ::Pat Benatar starts playing in the background:: Oh holy shit, I wish so damn much that I had any know-how about making vids. I would be beyond amused by a spoofy hate vid of Walt and Branch being assholes to “Hit Me With Your Best Shot.” Ooo, oo, or “Hit Me Baby One More Time!” Aaaahahaha, these fucking losers and their fragile masculinity. Get rekt.

Children. Childreeeeen. Stop it, or you can’t go to Timmy’s birthday party next week.

The irony of Vic being the one who is actually calling them on their shit and getting to do their damn jobs. Well shit, they actually have a warrant this time. Will wonders never cease.

Damn, Viho is smart. Politically savy, pointing out the election coming up. He’s got the wrong end of the stick this time, but the fact that he’s seen these angles and considered a bunch of things about the consequences already is telling about how smart he is.

Ruby is so pleased to see Henry. She sounds tired (dealing with Walt and Branch and the sheer volume of bs that is accumulating in that office, no wonder) but still fond. And the look she gives him. I love her so much. She puts up with so much. And I love Henry continually calling Walt and the department on their shit and just being a dedicated activist for his community.

Fuck right off, Branch. “Woah. I know you’re Walt’s friend, Henry, but you don’t have any particular rights here.” You are sliding into being a full on trashbag of a human being so fast, Brancheroo. Reminding a young man of his rights and helping him avoid getting railroaded by your biased ass isn’t a bad thing, you rusty wingnut.

Ok, it might not be Glasses!Henry, but cowboy boots!Henry with the glow of righteousness upon him is also quite A Look.

Aaaaahahaha, for once Vic’s unholy yelling saves the day. Being able to shout over a mass of raucous teens is usually reserved for teachers, camp counselors, and stage managers. Looool and using detention as the threat. And then jail. Heeeh.

This is soooo weeeeeird: I’m starting to genuinely like Lizzie. She just showed up and I remembered that it’s for dropping off that present, and then Vic is such a butt about it, and this poor lady is just trying to date a guy that she really likes and even gave him about 5 different outs that morning and he pointedly didn’t take any of them and dammit, Lizzie deserves better, too. Fuck, Walt, you are such a disaster zone. And Vic is a whole other disaster area that’s looking to, uhhhh, share a border. Yike.

The present is definitely more Lizzie than it is Walt, with the wrapping and everything, but it’s still a sweet impulse. AND THEN VIC, who told Walt how many times that he should call her?? gets all up in her business? Poor Lizzie trying to figure out what the fuck this has to do with Vic or how it is even on the same planet as any of her business. She does have some issues from her previous marriage, but she owns them. And her BS meter is actually pretty finely tuned. Sure picks up on Vic’s awkward boner for Walt in no time flat. Not that it’s particularly well hidden, damn.

This kid is a rapist and a murderer and The Bad Guy, but at the same time, he is a high school kid, chances are he’s a minor, and Walt is talking to him alone in his office without any parent, much less a lawyer. What the fuck.

“Because Ayasha Roundstone told me so,” is a good line, solidly so. And Walt’s all in The Righteous Hand of Justice mode or whatever, with the gravelly voice and standing over the kid, staring him down. Effective. (But where are that kid’s parents?) Ah, that’s right, his dad is taking a shot at whatshisnoodle to make it look like he’s the killer.

Awww, Cady. Honey, how long have you been waiting for you FailDad to show up? Fuck. Right. This was how she found out that Martha was murdered. He lies to her so much. He manipulates her so much. He passes all of this off on it being Martha’s wish, but he even acknowledges that Cady had a right to know and he chose��not to tell her. He denies Cady her own agency again and again. He makes decisions for her without ever giving her a chance to choose for herself, and punishes her when she makes a choice that he doesn’t agree with.

It’s not “protecting” her from the pain. “Protecting you from the pain,” is not a father’s job; it’s to teach their child how to manage it, help them live through it, and how to grow past it. You’re damaging her. Into the suuuuuuun, Walt! Into the fucking SUN.

But fuuuuuuuuuuuck, her delivery of that same line, “Well, let me relieve you of that burden,” is sooo good. You done fucked up, buster. And you just keep fucking up. I would say in new and exciting ways, but it’s generally in the SAME DAMN WAYS, dammit Walt.

This flashback is really difficult.

They’re right about that technically being kidnapping, too. Wyoming § 6-2-201 specifically includes defining kidnapping as unlawfully confining another person, with the intent to “facilitate the commission of a felony; or Inflict bodily injury on or to terrorize the victim or another,” with unlawful confinement defined as “accomplished (i) By force, threat or deception; or (ii) Without the consent of a parent, guardian or other person responsible for the general supervision of an individual who is under the age of fourteen (14) or who is adjudicated incompetent.” Meaning that not only could Walt charge Jake with the kidnapping of Rich, but also probably of Ayasha, since she was ruled an unreliable witness and would more than likely be legally considered a “mentally incompetent person” according to the states’ legal definitions.

Not... that I have the Wyoming State Criminal Code downloaded on my computer. >_> Certainly haven’t skimmed about 80% of it trying to figure out what charges would most make sense to be levied against Jacob at the end so that I don’t have to deal with him going in to a Federal prison on RICO charges. <_< Or what Cady probably should have been charged with after that mess with Tate and Catori. Nnnnnnope. Sure don’t, didn’t, haven’t. o_o

This is about the only time I can remember there being a legitimate reason for Walt not to have backup. Since they’re off checking other locations. Also, damn, that was some classic Old West quickdraw shit, Walt! Noice!

“Why did you stop me?” Because you have to testify, you little shit. HE is not terribly bright.

Ooooooo, somehow I forgot that it was Branch who went to Jacob. But that makes total sense; I can’t really see Jacob seeking Branch out, but once he walks himself into his office, Jacob will certainly play those new cards for all they’re worth. Ooooooooo, and the Hotamétaneo’o headdress! I’d forgotten about Branch seeing it, too! Nice call back and foreshadowing to finish off S1!

“You will not find a chili cheeseburger of this caliber anywhere in Colorado.” And now it’s 4:30 in the morning and I want a chili cheeseburger. Thanks, babe. Some daaaaaay, I will figure out which is my favourite Henry, but it is not this day, because godsdaaaaamn, the red checked shirt with that vessssst, is *chef kiss* a wonderful thing. And the director knoooooows it = that pan down Henry’s back as he turns after saying, “I said nothing,” for noooo reason other than to have Henry’s ass on screen. Seriously. He says his line, it pans down, we get a primo shot of his jeans, and then it cuts away. Solely a pan for Henry Butt. Who directed this, and where do I send the fruit basket? Dang, it was Nelson McCormick, and this was the only ep of Longmire he directed. Huh. In S1, there’s only one repeat director, who did eps 1, 3, and 7. Interesting.

Focus, kid. You are less than 3 minutes from the end and you’ve had it paused for over 5 minutes to wander around IMDb. No wonder it takes you three flipping hours to watch one of these episodes. What a mess, indeed.

“We all process grief in our own way.” Buddy. You have not processed. You are a human <BUFFERING> screen. You’re a walking loading symbol. Walt, he gives you some basic vital statistics on the guy, but... You haven’t even asked who it was. Walt, you are so bad at this. Fffffffff--- And there’s season 1. lawd.

#Longmire #episode commentary #cady longmire #cassidy freeman #Walt #Henry Standing Bear #Branch is such a tool #Lizzie (Longmire)#How many tangents did I manage to go on this time?#Yikes

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thetvmoviefan · 5 years ago

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CAOS Q&A Questions (In Order)

OKAY. Including ALL to most of the questions involving the show and book, so everyone can theorize about what the heck is going to happen in Part 3. But here’s most of the questions involving the show and book, that Sarah Rees Brennan was able to answer. A lot of the questions didn’t really specify if they were talking about the book or show, but we got something to speculate about.

1) If H/S will get back together in Part 3, She said something along the lines she’s not allowed to say anything. She did say she thinks there’s something for their shippers out there. She thinks.

2) If there will be a season 4 or 5: She doesn’t know, but hopes.

3) If Nabrina is okay? She says no because “Hell”, but they are thinking about each other A LOT.

4) Nick or Harvey: She loves them both and thinks they should be friends.

5) About Part 3: She can’t spoil, but she says there’s going be a fight in Hell for many things, but she excited for Zelda’s bit.

6) How much of the show is factoring in the books? They’ve been really good about factoring things and they’ve made up some spells together we might see in Part 3.

7) If there will be LGBT scenes: She says yes

8) How is the coven doing in Book 3 and the house being a full house: She says it’s such a full house and Zelda is tired of all of them. But Hilda is enjoying cooking for all of them. She also says the mortals and witches get to hang out. She says Harvey will make a witch friend or does he?

9) Favorite Nick and Sabrina moments? Her favorite moment is when Sabrina says she’ll do anything for love and Nick asks is he can watch. And now soon Nick’s going to see what Sabrina will do for him.

10) Should Nabrina shippers be worried about their fate in part 3 & 4: She says anyone who cares about any of these people should be worried because Hell, Prince’s of Hell, Queens of Hell and so much satan.

11) Exploration on Mary Wardwell and that she deserves love? She says she deserves love and she’s come back to a situation and maybe she’s not coping well with it.

12) If Ross will sing in Part 3, she says yes.

13) Caliban is going to be in book 3

14) If Zelda is getting a love interest, she says she deserves one and she’s excited for us to see Zelda in Part 3.

15) Theo has a POV in Book 3

16) If Nick will have some mental issues because of the Lucifer thing, she says Nick’s going to have a lot of issues. But since we last saw him she says he’s really brave and strong. And she says keep fighting Nick.

17) Mambo Marie is going to be helpful and she has very good taste

18) If there will be weird sister scenes she says yes.

19) Ambrose and Sabrina moments, she says they get reunited in Part 3 but in Book 3 Sabrina and Ambrose think about each other and Ambrose is “all I miss her and love her". And Prudence is grossed out.

20) If there is anything romantic with Caliban and Sabrina in Part 3? She says Sabrina’s very focused on Nick and Caliban doesn’t know what romance is but perhaps he could learn.

21) If book 3 will have more Nabrina scenes or a kiss between then: She says yes

22) She says it was fun to come up with Ambrose’s back story and we will get Nicks in Book 3

23) A song that reminds her about Nabrina, she says Caly rae’s Real Love

24) If part 3 will involve a lot of music, she says not to much but the mortals have a band.

25) About Sabrina being a cheerleader, yes we will see it and we will meet Lizzie the cheerleader who she really likes.

26) What song reminds her about H/S she says gateway love

27) If there are any lessons at the academy in book 3, she says that the academy is very different now.

28) Sex scenes: She says “Whose had it, whose going to have it, who maybe wants to have it and whom might get sacrificed”

29) Book 3 we’re going to find out a lot about Nick’s mom.

30) Roz and Harvey have scenes

31) If there’s a lot of Nabrina scenes in Part 3, she says yes

32) She thinks Lillith does deserve happiness but men and men in hell are getting in the way.

33) We get to see a new side of Zelda in Part 3

34) If we meet new witches in Part 3 and Book 3, she says yes and important ghost

35) What she can say about Caliban and Sabrina, she says he does one thing that makes her really like him, but aside she’s not happy cause he’s after lilith’s job

36) About Melvin, Elspeth and Agatha, we will find out about Elspeth’s crushes on two people

37) About Harbrina and Nabrina, she likes both and she wants Sabrina to have everything she wants.

38) Hilda or Zelda, she loves them both and she needs the balance. She talks about Hilda being her favorite and she didn’t like Zelda till she realized how much Zelda really loves Sabrina.

39) If Lilith gets to to bask or or do things fall off the rails, she gets a very basking moments but everything goes off the rails all season lon.

40) Prudence and Ambrose moments in Book 3

41) No Lucifer POV in Book 3, Book 3 POV is mostly Sabrina, Nick and Lilith and little with the others

42) Where is Sabrina mentally, Sabrina is really sad and misses Nick and she’s dealing a lot with her heritage but trouble makes Sabrina even more determined.

43) If H and Sabrina will always love eachother, she says Yes but in what way

44) If Sabrina becomes more power in part 3, she says yes

45) Three words to describe Nabrina, Troubled, Dedicated and Exciting

46) If there’s hope for H/S, she said there’s always hope

47) As far as she knows Sabrina is def the dark lord’s daughter

48) About Sabrina being in a poly relationship with Harvey and Nick, she says “She hasn’t mentioned wanting that”

49) We will see or read Sabrina being sad over Nick’s absence.

50) Anything about Zelda and Hilda, she says many challenges but she feels worst for Hilda.

51) Lilith returned Sabrina’s extreme powers

52) Pambrose are basically traveling the world and there’s going to be a misunderstanding on who Prudence really likes.

53) If Nick is suffering after hell and if he’s happy with Sabrina after hell, she says everyone in stories suffer.

54) About endgame in the comics, she says something about not believing in endgame and that stories are always evolving and they should. Everything always changes

55) About if Nick will push Sabrina away in part 3, she says in book 3 Nick constantly thinking about Sabrina and the moment he fell in love with her.

56) There’s going to be some exciting stuff about Theo and was fun to write him in book 3

57) About Caliban and Nick, she says Nick’s probably like “I have enough problems. WHY?”

58) She can’t confirm if there will be a book 4

59) If someone is going to die in book 3 or season 3, she says you cant count anyone as safe and there’s important ghost in book 3

60) Mambo Marie represents a whole new type of magic and opens a lot witches in Greendale’s eyes to new things.

61) Mary’s explored in book 3

62) Harvey’s going to punch someone in the face in the season

63) If Sabrina will have Dark Sword moments, she says Sabrina is going to show a whole new sinister side to herself and we’re all going to enjoy part 3.

#Nabrina #CAOS #Chilling adventures of sabrina #Sabrina Spellman #Nick Scratch

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Hi Room, What do you think about the finale? Any theorys about why Katarina did that to Red? And what do you think about the Stranger? Thanks!

To me, the finale in general felt okay, which is strangely comforting bc it wasn’t bad. I’m good with an “okay”. “okay” is an improvement (like I still feel TBL is trying while – to use a concurrent example – GOT gave up on itself and its fans spectacularly). There are individual moments that are more than okay to me (DEMBE, the team work, esp Liz & Red, esp esp Liz taking charge and that tiny moment of synchronized tea drinking) and others are less than (e.g. the conclusion to the conspiracy plot is kinda… ?!), but overall I like how S6 played out and my excitement for (lucky number) 7 is intact. Things are in motion and interesting again, and I finally gave myself permission to do a proper, full-scale re-watch during the summer, maybe attempt to chart the timeline, too, which is sth I never expected to consider doing again. I’m even gonna read the comics. In short, this season pulled me back in the Zone.

the rest is behind a cut due to length – @ mobile app users, apologies as always

Red’s identity, Dom’s story, and Liz’s side of these things

The Stranger: Masha was bound to figure out you aren’t who you say you are. What I can’t figure out is Dom. Why would he tell her all that?Red: In an attempt to help her move on.The Stranger: And she believed him?Red: She did. So much so that she‘s decided it’s safe to bring her daughter home.The Stranger: I know Dom meant well. He shouldn’t have told her that story.

So… having seen this scene, I def have more doubts than before, anon, but I still believe that the gist of the Rassvet story (including Red == Ilya) is true. This is (imo) why Red tells Dom “I know the broad strokes, I know who I am, but I need to hear the details you used to sugarcoat the ugly truth to make it look like a fairytale”, i.e. something that Liz has a tendency to swallow (see changed man!Tim or every paternity test they show her), something she was eager to embrace here, too, despite the obvious holes bc – as she told Ressler – “it is sweet and safe, so I’m gonna overlook things that don’t add up and hope it doesn’t come crashing down on me this time”. But it does. Every time.

Whether we like it or not, this is a consistent trait in Liz, this willingness to settle for a sweet, simple story over the messy, complicated truth even when she has misgivings (see her going at Red in 219, “It wouldn’t kill you to lie just once to make someone feel good.”). She’s not stupid, she’s just scared and unsure, imo (and so is Red but, unfortunately for Liz, being pathologically secretive is still what soothes him). But when there is no sweet story available to make Liz feel good/safe or it’s no longer sustainable, that’s when she grows restless/angry and goes on the offensive until she feels safe again. She did this w/ Tim and then w/ Red, too (she literally locked both of them up to gain control), and both times we can eventually hear her say “I was scared of you but not anymore”, and both times she expresses love for a safe & sweet idea and not the full reality of these men who cannot live up to that idea, so the cycle starts up again (well, not w/ Tim as he is now dead but Red is still in the running.)

It doesn’t really matter if the answer she gets is incomplete or untrue. As long as she can make herself swallow it, as long as it brings a sense of security, she will go for it. Tim played along w/ this and that fantasy bubble collapsed every time. Red never did and never will indulge her w/ sweet delusions but by doing so, he also reduces their “feelgood” time together. He hides behind her father’s identity but for her, he breaks cover repeatedly, which to me further signals that he doesn’t wish to take on the roles associated w/ this identity in her life, which clearly clashes w/ her park bench claim of “this is who you will always be to me”. And given Liz’s track record w/ these self-soothing declarations, I think we will once again see her being contradicted.

Having heard of what’s happened btw her and Red, I think Dom decided to tailor the truth to give them a quick-fix. His story brought a sense of safety/certainty that Liz craves – sth Red refused to offer when he told her he had a secret and he had to keep it and refused to give her any embellished feel-good alternative. But now he is on edge bc some of his secrets have been spilled and it was done in a way that maximizes his discomfort (by making him look like a hero when he considers himself anything but, and, ultimately, by undermining his control over his own “narrative” around Liz). I believe this is part of the reason why he tells Dom that he likely made everything worse by telling her that story.

I hope next season they will be pushed to face more of the actual truth together – in all its ugly, messy glory – about what exactly happened and, more importantly, why. Because we still don’t know much of that. Dom only offered a taste but now Katarina is back to mix some sour to the sweet (I am hungry as I am typing this, can you tell ;)

The Stranger: well, we barely have anything to go on here but what we have is already intriguing, i.e. he grew up w/ Red, he seems to know Dom and Katarina personally, he seems to have some serious tradecraft background + connections, and he is among the v few who is trusted w/ Red’s secrets, so he is inner inner circle for sure (and he’s played by Brett Cullen, so… yes please). I still think the childhood pledge from the Rassvet story is an element of truth (it just fits our Red way too much + I see it reflected in “Cape May”), so I think these 3 (the Stranger, Red, and Kat) were likely childhood friends and they all picked similar career paths (or it was picked for them), so the Stranger is likely Russian, too.

Katarina continues to puzzle me to no end, I freely admit. And I am enjoying it (for now anyway). The finale offered some really interesting details here, imo, and I think Red’s 2nd meeting w/ the Stranger is the most revealing.

Red tasked his mysterious friend to locate Katarina bc Ressler’s dig for his real identity triggered an active search for her, too. The Stranger finds her and hands Red a picture saying, “It’s her. I’m telling you, Raymond. Paper trails. The passports. The travel. It’s her.” What we can immediately conclude here is that they didn’t even know what Kat looks like now since it’s not the picture the Stranger used to identify her but her signature methods/movements (knowledge of this implies a close working relationship in the past at the v least). And since he doesn’t hand Red the pic to ask him to confirm it’s her but to show him what she looks like now, we can also conclude that Red had no idea what she looks like now, either, which means that he hasn’t seen her for almost 3 decades and, apparently, he would have been fine w/ maintaining this arrangement if it hadn’t been for the security risk Ressler’s digging exposed them to.

This conclusion lines up nicely w/ two (imo very important) things established in previous episodes:

Red’s hallucinations at Cape May – he sees Kat the way she looked in 1991/92. His mind couldn’t conjure her present image bc his last memories of her are almost 30 years old. This in turn implies that the Hobson’s choice event took place around this time, as well, and that was the last time he saw her. It was the last time Dom saw her, too, if what he tells Liz in “Rassvet” – that it was 28 years ago – is true.

Katarina being dead – whatever happened to Kat, her own father considers her as good as dead now. So does Red and Dom blames him for this loss, going as far as saying he killed her.

Dom: These boxes are all I have left of my daughter.

Red: If Katarina were standing here instead of me, if it were she asking you, what would you tell her?Dom: It doesn’t matter because she is not here and she’s not asking.Red: But if you could tell her–Dom: I can’t!

Dom (to Liz): If my Katarina was still here, she would have let me know. [… her mother sent a letter hoping it] would find her alive. I picked it up because I knew it never would.”

Liz: You said the name Masha Rostova had been lost to history until the manhunt. Now it’s out there and someone’s looking for me. It’s my mother.Red: Lizzie, your mother is dead.

Her mother was dying, Kat never showed. Her daughter was being hunted and it was televised globally – Kat never showed. And clearly neither Dom nor Red expected her to as they both seem to consider Katarina dead despite being aware that she is still out there somewhere. Moreover, they both believe that Liz is better off thinking her mother is dead than knowing whatever the truth is (so it cannot be too good). Add to this Red’s latest remark to Liz – “your mother can’t hurt you” – and things truly get weird and interesting. Was Kat subjected to some special session w/ Krilov, too, that somehow “extinguished” parts of her, practically rendering her old self “gone”? This would be my current best guess (just a shot in the dark, really) and I know it’s crude sci-fi territory but this is TBL we’re talking about.

Whatever happened to Kat, Red was involved in it, and we have several remarks to back this up:

“All the money, all the time and effort, all the favors in the world cannot possibly equal what you took away from her.” (Red, 216)

“There was a woman and her child. Both were doomed. Both would die. I could either save one or lose both. I chose the child. It was the worst thing I’ve ever had to do in my life.” (Red, 319)

“I’m not sure Elizabeth will ever be ready to learn what you did to Katarina.” (Dembe, 422)

“[Katarina] is gone because of choices you made.” (Dom, 320)

In “Cape May”, Red hallucinated forgiveness/absolution from Katarina but we don’t know if this is how she actually felt. It could have been just Red trying to make himself feel better about doing what he felt to be necessary. Katarina in the present doesn’t seem to be in a forgiving mood, tho. She clearly expected to be contacted and she clearly considered Red’s presence a threat.

Red: If Moscow is looking for Katarina, if Agent Ressler’s inquiry has reignited their search…The Stranger: Then I know that could be bad.Red: I want this done before Masha’s daughter comes home.

So… your guess is as good as mine here, anon. All we have for now is a whole lot of vaguing and very little concrete info. I agree, it feels there’s sth more to this but there’s just so little to go on, it could be almost anything. What we can conclude is that the Stranger and Red (and Dom) have stayed away from Katarina for almost 30 years and if it hadn’t been for Moscow’s freshly reignited interest in finding her, this complete lack of contact would have remained. They didn’t even keep direct tabs on her since they had no idea what she looked like or where exactly she was or that she was a threat to Red (otherwise he would have approached her differently, imo).

They clearly do not want Kat to be found – the precise “why” remains to be seen. Red’s first words to her are a warning – “it’s not safe” –, and I think he truly went there to make sure she wouldn’t be scooped up. That was his immediate objective. If she were found, the consequences would reach Liz and Agnes, and heading that threat off is what ultimately motivates Red here (→ “I want this done before Masha’s daughter comes home.”). He didn’t look too enthusiastic to make contact. He didn’t want to, he had to. And he didn’t tell Liz, which suggests that he wants this separation to remain, which suggests that something is up w/ Katarina that goes beyond the usual “you can’t be in her life bc it’s dangerous” reason. Dom stayed out of Liz’s life, too, for safety reasons yet Red told him to find Liz if anything happened to him. That doesn’t seem to be the case w/ Kat at all. Red himself stayed away from her yet he went to find Dom after Liz “death” and returned several times after that for advice or simply for his company.

The meeting w/ Kat wasn’t a social call and it did not feel like a romantic reunion, either. Red just looked sad and tense to me. And he clearly did not expect to be stabbed, so I don’t think that bit was part of any planned performance. Why he received that treatment is another good question. Kat has clearly come into the possession of some new info that compelled her to go on the offensive. It could be related to their past and that vague remark about what Red did to her OR it is about something more recent that Red wasn’t aware she was aware of?? Right now this moment feels like a convergence of two separate threads: Red came to warn her based on “undisclosed plot point A” and Katarina reacted to him based on “undisclosed plot point B”.

Oh, I love this song, anon. Antis can keep pointing at that awkward kiss (that he doesn’t even initiate, she keeps pushing her face into his) as evidence of some ~epic romance~ all they want, but once again they fail (and/or refuse) to see things in context and “Cape May” was already pretty clear wrt Red’s feelings, I agree. and the finale lines up w/ it, too, which is nice.

Red hasn’t seen her in 30 years yet he only decided to contact Kat bc her looming exposure threatened Liz and Agnes, and when he is shown a picture of her, this is his reaction:

Not exactly what I’d expect from a dude in love (even if it were unrequited). He had a way more emotional reaction to Dembe’s return and he only left like a week ago. This is more like how you react when someone shows you photographic evidence of Bigfoot chilling in their hot tub w/ a beer. And now we know Red knew all along that Katarina was alive, so him “designating” Liz as the woman he loves and confessing (several times both to her and others) that without her he has nothing to live for and saying her name as his last word speak volumes already. So if they wanted to sell Red/Kat, they have already undercut themselves on multiple fronts here by giving literally all the romance tropes to Red/Liz. But I don’t believe they are selling R/K, it’s just another smoke screen + Kat is part of a past both Red and Liz have to settle for the sake of their future. And settling the past is always easier and more fruitful to do w/ a living human than w/ a ghost or a hallucination.

Yeah, I think it’s there to signal that they (Dom and Kat included) go way back and were/are close, like you said. and to indicate shared Russian roots, perhaps. As I said above, I still think Red is Ilya and the Stranger is likely Russian, too, (and so is Dom), so using Liz’s original Russian name makes sense in this context of “Russian togetherness”.

and Red sometimes calls her Masha around Dom, too, bc that’s what Dom calls her bc that’s who she still is to Dom. And I think that’s why Red calls her Elizabeth bc that’s who she is to him, which is a nice little detail further emphasizing that his main/defining connection to her is the present one just as James keeps saying. Or as Red puts it on-screen

I can def see both sides here, anon, and more. Knowing what we know about Red, both are likely among the multiple reasons that underpin his behavior in this scene. Yes, on the one hand, he was pressed for time and wanted that Kat thing done as soon as possible. On the other, he was also kinda closed-off as if he were trying to hold back emotionally as well as physically, which I think flows from 2 main sources: 1) he feels uncomfortable w/ the labels Liz wants to push on him (ever since the pilot he’s been displaying a preference for “partner” and not “father” and he might be reaching his saturation point) and 2) he is still heartbroken and afraid to put himself out there again w/ Liz after three major betrayals in a row. He’s already had a sort of baseline distress due to how emotionally vulnerable he is to Liz at all times, so after this latest heartbreak I think he is just trying to take things slow, leaving space and time for Liz and himself to figure out a mutually acceptable way to fit together.

She’s been using his heart as a knife block to satisfy her own needs and I think it’s making him less and less willing to force himself into slots that feel uncomfortable to him. She just decided that him playing dad and grandad is what suits him but a week ago she thought life in prison suited him the best. I mean… that’s not how you relationship. At all. Relationships are ongoing negotiations where all involved need to consent to their “roles”. It’s not “I hate you now, so I will put you in prison” and then “I love you now, so stay for dinner”. After everything that’s happened, I am not surprised Red is pushing back a little here for the sake of (what’s left of) his own sanity. He is a deeply flawed, problematique human being but he is still a human being and not a toy.

Liz and Agnes are the most important to him and he would never ever force his preferences on them, I completely agree. But that doesn’t mean Liz should be allowed to force her preferences on him esp when those change so often and so drastically bc she clearly doesn’t know what she really wants from him yet. I think this realization is finally truly dawning on this guilt-ridden, lovesick idiot and that’s part of what we see in this scene, esp in that “I don’t wanna intrude” comment that really does feel like a pointed retreat from her abrupt park bench declaration. But of course there is no negotiation w/o talking and that’s what Liz wanted to do before Red shut her down, so…

bottom line (that’s been the same for 6 years): these 2 need to talk.

#anonymous #apicturewithasmile #tbl spec #long post #ramblings

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serenagaywaterford · 5 years ago

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Soft Serena is bae but then she turns around and gets more crazy and it’s sad. I saw the spoilers and honestly they suck it better not be true. Also if they were gonna make a gay storyline they had Serena and June RIGHT THERE why does Fred get it 😤

HONESTLY. I wish I had never read those “spoilers” (I assume we’re talking about the same ones? From that... person who’s seen the whole season, allegedly.) They’ve made me so despondent and paranoid. Like, it could be all fake. But it also may not be. Not even those other finale spoilers make up for the Serena ones.

I am just gonna live here in my bubble where I insist they’re fake and if I don’t believe them, they won’t come true lol. (Like even the tiny one for 3x09 is giving me a fucking stroke cos it’s so vague it could mean something really fucking shitty or something not so shitty and there’s no way to tell and I HATE that this show is so inconsistent that we can’t even guess. It’s not fun, it’s not a nice way to enjoy something. It takes away all my enjoyment when I’m literally dreading everything every week and forcing myself to hope beyond common sense. That’s why I’ve given up on so many shows in my time.)

And, OMG, the stupid fucking Fred/Winslow storyline. I want to punch it for 2 reasons:

1. I DO NOT GIVE A SINGLE SOLITARY FLYING FUCK ABOUT FRED WATERFORD. I don’t care how he feels. I don’t care that he’s weirded out. I don’t care if he’s getting a taste of his own medicine. I don’t care if he likes it. I don’t care if it causes him confusion/upset/anger/anything. I simply don’t care. This show should not be about him in ANY way and it all seems like a shitty, clunky fucking way to give Fiennes something to do and make us feel bad for for Fred? Fuck that. He’s a man. I do not and nothing THT can do will make me feel anything but wild, unbridled CONTEMPT and REVULSION for that character.

2. Like you said, JUNE/SERENA is RIGHT there. It’s not even like it’s subtle anymore. You have the actresses’ themselves running around calling them “like lovers” and “breakup scene” and the creators saying it’s the key relationship in the show, and the press focusing on them as where the central interest lies. And let’s all be fucking brutally honest, Yvonne and Lizzie’s chemistry is off the charts and if ANYBODY can pull off a sudden gay twist with believability it’s them. Not Fiennes and Elliot fucking Stabler.

3. (Okay, so I have 3 complaints I guess) Fandom is annoying AF. And within hours there was Fred/Winslow fic. WTF? Like I am all for people writing whatever the fuck they want. But in ALL fandoms there’s a serious problem with two men get 2 seconds of screentime and all of a sudden all the girls jump on it. Meanwhile you have a complex, deep, dynamic f/f relationship going on for 3 seasons now and we’re begging for fancontent. This is just a general “woe is the femslasher” complaint though, lol.

I just wish Fred would die so we could all move on.

#soft serena IS bae #i want fred to die more than i want nick to die so that's saying something #i'd rather mr. soggy take up 5 minutes of my time per episode than have to withhold my VOMIT everytime fred shows up #fuck off fred no1curr #outofherebb

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missmarrypotter · 6 years ago

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Tommy ain’t always right, You know!?

Finn Shelby x OC (Olive)❤️

I'm just so in love with this boy, Finn is an angel!!

WARNING: making out!? but more fluff i think

English it not my first language so please excuse my mistakes.🤗

She grabbed her Jacked and rushed out of the office. The look she shot Thomas Shelby before stepping outside was full of disappointment and blankness. She didn’t wait for any respond. “You need to be a man … bullshit he does ..” she mumbled to herself, running through the hidden, dark and smoke filled alleys of Birmingham. It was much colder than she thought, the fresh air of the night burning in her lungs from running.

“Finn!!!”, She almost shouted at her Childhood Friend who was about to disappear behind yet another corner.

“Finn fuckin Shelby!! Wait.”

He stopped right there, turning around. He Looked tired. But when he recognized her he put on a smile, waiting for her to reach him.

“Olive, what’s with ya!?”, he was quiet amused seeing her breathless like that. “Why did ya run!?”

“Cause those legs ya got there are like twice as long as mine ..” she explained gasping, pulling him into a hug.

He hugged her back, stroking her dark brown hair carefully.

“Did anythin happen? Ya alright?!” He asked, tensed and sounding slightly worried. He relaxed when she shook her head, sighting in relief. She interrupted the hug and took a step back.

“ I was in the room as well when ...ya know.. that talk with Tommy and stuff ” she told him, looking right into his blueish green eyes, waiting for his reaction.

He looked down at his feet, his jaw clenched. He looked kind of ashamed and guilty at the same time.

Silence. Just for Seconds but it felt like hours. Finn fumbled around with his hands while Olive nibbled on her chin long hair.

“I liked what ya said back there” She cleared the silence, scratching the back of her head.

He looked at her with lots of confusion in his eyes.

“ Wha .. are ya shitting me!?” He asked, not really believing what he just heard.

He thought Olive would react completely different. He thought she would scold him for losing his virginity to some whore Lizzie, Aunt Polly and Linda rented for him. She grew up in a brothel herself since she was 6 years old. Madam Adley found her that age and adopted her into her family. Schooled her. Fed her. Sarah Adley had no children on her own so her Ladies were her family. Her daughters. She treated them all very well. Her business was for the high society only. For rich Men and Women to forget and enjoy themselves. Olive herself had worked there for a year when she turned 16.

To secure her loved ones safety Madam collaborated with the Peaky Blinders. They kept violent lovers away and made sure everybody paid and in return the girls gave some informations about their clients or their Bodys to the Blinders.

Through that Finn and Olive met at the very young age of 7. They soon bonded and the Shelbys became the girls second family. She proved herself trustworthy very quick and her big green eyes, her open, loving nature as a child and later her charming smile and her feminine curves were often very helpful to interact with new allies or enemies. She had a very sharp mouth if she had to and never lost her words. But she could also be as quiet and nondescript as a mouse so no one would notice her like today in the office. They even allowed her to stay through family meetings since no private conversation she witnessed had ever met a third ones ear. They loved her and she loved them. Apparently some more and in a different way than others. Tommy decided to employ her as a gift for her 17th birthday. She was good with customers and numbers and that way they were able to look after her. Win Win Situation for everyone. Finn secretly was very happy about that. So his Olive didn't had to do these humiliating things anymore. He never thought he would ever in his life have sex against payment himself because the thought of someone buying his girls body made him sick so many times. Buying a person like some object just sounded so wrong to him even if it seemed to be normal for his brothers. He always imagined his first time a completely different way. With someone he loved. Someone who wanted him. To be honest he always thought it would be with her. But he was too shy to make a move. He always thought he wasn’t good enough for her. Not manly enough. Not experienced enough.

If only he knew she wished the same thing.

But since she had to help her Mother out back then to safe her Business, she felt dirty. She was happy to help, she always was. On the other hand she didn't feel good enough for the boy she took a liking in anymore. So she never made a move as well. But now she had to say something. She had to tell him how much of a man he was to her. Has always been.

Out of the sudden she smiled. She just happily smiled at him, giving him chills.

“I don't want it like that ever again, tom.

Not when they don't even want to do it , expect for the money.” She repeated his words from earlier, taking his hands.

“It made me so fucking happy when you said that.” She whispered squeezing his hands, taking a step forward.

A perplexed Finn gently placed his chin on the top of her head.

“ But Tommy was right when he said that everyone gets tired. That everything these days is for money. That i need to be a man” he muttered into her hair, placing a little kiss there without even realizing it.

“But you are a man, Finn”

She loved the shelby boys a lot. But She honestly never would have wanted to trade with any of their woman. She wanted someone she could rely on. Someone she didn't have to fear about not coming home because he picked unnecessary fights that started people and himself getting killed . Someone who didn't yell all the time. Someone who wouldn't keep secrets from her. Someone who would never look at another woman the way he looked at her. Someone who would never cheat. Someone like Finn.

She got up on her tiptoes, nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck, hugging him as tight as she could. He placed his hands on her back, pressing her body against his.

“Tommy was right that there is an empty space to be filled now that John is dead. And yes everybody gets tired someday.But that does not mean you have to become like them. There is nothing wrong with not fighting everything, anytime, at any cost. There is nothing wrong with wanting love instead of a quick fuck. Because so do i .. ”

Her last words were almost too quiet to hear them, but he did. She gently kissed his cheek before she let him out of her squeeze, taking his hands once again. He Was speechless. Did he hear it right!? Did she mean that she wanted him or just true love in general!?

His breathing was too slow to see any movement on his chest but his heart did the exact opposite. It was about to explode.

“And even though it might sound crazy …. Tommy ain’t always right, You know!?. Not everything is for money. True love ain’t . He should know that better than anyone.. god that sounds like such a cliche” she laughed, letting go of his hands. But as soon as she did so his right hand was right back around her wrist, pulling her closer while he placed his other one on her cheek, caressing it gently with his thumb.

“Good. Cause i don't have any fuckin money .. but i luv ya so much”, he whispered into her ear. His voice was raspy and slightly shaking from nervousness and the freezing aerial. Both of their hearts stopped right there, both holding their breaths.

He laid his forehead against hers, brushing her nose with his, their lips almost touching.

As he managed to respire again his hot breath brushed over her ice cold lips. Now there were Goosebumps all over her body. She wanted to say something. She wanted to say those words back but her vocal cords wouldn’t allow it. Instead her hands just grabbed his soft cheeks, closing the small gap between their lips. Out of the sudden her whole body seemed to warm up. By the touch of his soft lips. By his hand clawing into the hair of the back of her head in response while his other hand found its way to her hip, holding into her tight. Their Lips seemed to perfectly match up. Their movements slow but impassioned. Finn Tasted like whisky and cigarettes while Olive tasted more like plums and black tea. It was a perfect combination. Soon things heated up. Finn had her pinned against the wall of some house, his hands on her bum to hold her up. Her thighs were wrapped around his waist, the right hand gently tugging his hair while her left one softly scratched his neck. The desire they both kept a secret for a quiet long time finally turned into something real.

Finns tongue slid over her bottom lip, before allowing them a break to take a breath. Both were heavily panting when they heard a suggestive whistle.

It was Isaiah. Standing there with his hands in his pockets, grinning from one ear to the other.

“Well if the two of ya are done swallowing each other we could head to the Garrisons like we planned, aye!?” he teasingly said.

“Ough i totally forgot…” finn said, setting Olive down. Both of them fixed their hair and cloth as much as possible before walking over to their friend. Isaiah laid his arms around his mates still grinning widely.

“Finally guys, finally!” He laughed.

Finn and Olive shot each other a approving look.

“Well we know ya going to tell everyone about this Issy, so please make sure to tell Pol, Linda and Liz as well so they don't feel the need to rent my boyfriend a whore ever again, yep!?”

“I totally will sweetheart, everything for my love birds” he assured.

At the Garrisons everyone congratulated them like they've just announced their wedding or something. They were really sweet and supportive. Tommy, Arthur and Polly each gave them a speech about the birds and the bees and how they would support them if Finn would get her pregnant anytime soon but that they'd prefer if there was no need to. It was really weird but fun at the same time. When the Garrisons cleared up Tommy offered to drive the two young ones home. They gratefully refused. A walk home, just the two of them would be perfect now. They said goodbye to everyone, leaving hand in hand. Finn walked her home to Madam Adley's house, never letting go of her hand. As they arrived he walked her to the door. He leaned against the frame of the big wooden door, letting go of her hand. She turned to face him. She had the happiest expression he had ever seen on her.

“I love you too , Finn.”

He softly smiled, pecking her nose.

“I know. But you saying it …. Feels damn awesome, Luv” he chuckled. She jokingly rolled her eyes at him, fumbling around with his jacked.

“I'd love to have company while sleeping tonight, Finn” she mumbled, slightly smirking.

He slightly blushed, brushing some hair behind her right ear.

“ Sure can do, Babygirl” he just smirked and kissed his girl lovingly. Then he picking her up, carrying her inside.

Things went a little different than actually planned. Madam and some of the girls were still awake and insisted that instead of doing god knows what they should join them for some drinks. They did. So everything that happened tonight was one of Olives sisters vomiting, Sarah Adley offering Finn to come by anytime as long as he treated her daughter well and 6 bottles of wine being destroyed. After that both of them just fell into bed, immediately falling asleep in each others arms. In the morning both of them just stayed in there, trying to sleep their massive hangover away. Honestly it was kind of a good start in their relationship. Things would happen sooner or later so why rush in. The important thing was that their relationship was clarified and official now and everyone supported them. The future would settle the rest.

#peaky blinders #finn shelby #thomas shelby #tommy shelby #finn shelby imagine #isaiah jesus #finn shelby x oc #fan fiction #fluff

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sceawere · 6 years ago

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What are you favourite period dramas, I need something new to watch.

the fact that people trust my taste is questionable. also, i don’t watch anything like you probably haven’t already heard of but REGARDLESS:

harlots - story about 18th century sex workers in london. focuses mostly around the wells-north family who we love dearly and wish all happiness (ha, not likely). all the women are lovely and deserve better. lots of incredible costuming, georgian architecture, so much sex, and family dramaaaaaaaaaaa. actual queer ladies! so excited!

peaky blinders - post ww1 organised crime family tries to stick it to the toffs and for the love of god just hold it together. people from the midlands have a belter of a time. i hate this show but only because i love it so much and want it to be Better. all the women are lovely and deserve better. lots of incredible costuming, working class grit, sad boys, and family draaammmmaaaaaa. people from America often say they can’t understand a single fucking word of it.

the crown - queen lizzie before she was old. family draammmmaaaaa. sumptuous costuming. toffs. forbidden affairs. matters of state and furrowed brows. you know, monarchy stuff. the 50′s were shit, but by gum were they an Aesthetic.

jamestown - 17th century virginia colony. starts with a group of women going over to marry men in the colony. all the women are lovely and deserve better. chacrow is a sweet baby angel.

turn - 18th century revolutionary war. ben tallmadge is somehow simultaneously a puppy who needs Help, but also a terrifying soldier/spy master. Lafayette. the women are all lovely and deserve better. so much bromance.

vikings - it’s pretty terrible, and it gets worse, but i invested the time anyway. again, the vikings are an Aesthetic. family drama. all the women are lovely and deserve better, even if they are not actually great people but whatever they all get their characters destroyed or killed off anyway. i love religious imagery so it appeals to me. there is queerbaiting but you accept it. great for fans of axes. the siege of paris is still the best episode i think.

the scandalous lady w - set in the 18th century, based on a real thing. all the men are terrible and deserve nothing. natalie dormer just wants to be happy with her boyfriend but society is terrible and the law is wrong. that scene of her throwing the coin is Good. THE COSTUMING. i think we’ve established i have a thing for period dress in all it’s forms and also the georgian era is my Style Heaven, like clothes, architecture, art, EVERYTHING.

the tudors - obvs and obvs. i also have a thing for natalie dormer, add that to the list.

versailles - it’s beautiful, it’s bitchy, it’s tragic, it’s resplendent. there are queer people who are occasionally happy. louis is a dick but i also want to give him a hug and tell him it’s going to be ok sometimes. i think i just like george blagden and me not being able to see past his puppiness. also court intrigue and spy drama happens.

taboo - tom hardy makes this. it’s weird. i love it. he does have sex with his half sister. just...be aware of that. is he having a mental break or is his mum a witch ghost? we don’t know.

boardwalk empire - like peaky blinders but american. post ww1 organised crime right up to the formation of the mafia for reals. everyone is terrible but they dress well.

frontier - jason mamoa makes this. 18th century canadian fur trade. they spend lots of time in the wilderness and the snow and i love it.

ordeal by innocence - agatha christie adaptation. horrible people adopt lots of children who sort of tolerate each other and then the mum gets murdered and everyone is Suspicious of everyone else.

the alienist - victoriany crime stuff. very gory. dead kids. makes you sad. i love everyone in it though and want to Protect them. many, many triggers be prepared.

#thefoxeh #replies

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albionscastle · 6 years ago

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First Impressions Part 9

I’m not going to lie, I’ve been in a dreadful funk since getting back from Scotland and I haven’t written hardly at all. But I was putting up the tree and thought of a scene which turned into this.

This chapter doesn’t really further the story much but gives an insight into what Lizzie and Jack are thinking.

MASTERLIST AND PREVIOUS CHAPTERS

FIRST IMPRESSIONS PART 9 - SNOW DAY

LIZZIE

Winter had officially arrived, several weeks early in fact. Lizzie sat in her window watching the children walking to school, bundled in their coats and scarves, happily throwing snowballs at one another. Shop owners were salting and shovelling the sidewalks while the trucks came along to give the same treatment to the roads. The first decent snow of the season the week before Thanksgiving was almost unheard of. Since Lizzie had been in high school it had only snowed before Christmas maybe three times. Up at 6am she’d already shovelled the sidewalk outside the theatre, the landlord was far too old to be having to worry about it and if she was honest she enjoyed the simple labor of it.

What she didn’t like, however, was driving in the snow, especially in or around Chicago. She’d admittedly been called a crazy driver more than once but she had nothing on the idiots who came out in the bad weather. It was far safer for her and everyone else for her to just, not. The museum had already been informed that she wouldn’t be back until March, and honestly Lizzie was looking forward to taking the time off to explore some online classes, anything to pad her resume. Today, though, she was free just to relax and watch the flakes fall while she nursed her tea.

A ping from her phone distracted her, no-one usually texted her at 7am unless it was an emergency, or they wanted her to work.

Brad: Hey Red! It’s snowing!

Lizzie rolled her eyes. In the weeks since Charlie’s birthday, the weird feeling she’d had about Brad had almost vanished and she’d engaged with him a lot more. Though she had yet to take him up on his offers of dinner, she had allowed him to sit beside her at the movies once or twice. For his part, Brad had eased off while still making his attraction clear. Lizzie couldn’t understand why she was so reticent about getting involved with him. On paper he was a hell of a catch - gorgeous, charming, successful, friendly and fun. Brad Wickham ticked a lot of boxes, except two. Attraction and trust.

The truth was - she just didn’t think of him in that way. If he brushed her hand or touched her she felt nothing. Literally nothing, it just wasn’t there for her and no amount of trying had changed that. There was also the niggling feeling in the back of her mind that she just couldn’t trust him. Whether it was because he was just too perfect, or her own personal fears, she just couldn’t tell, but it was there.

It didn’t stop her from enjoying his friendship though.

Lizzie: Your powers of perception are second to none. I never would have guessed.

Brad: Ha ha, there’s talk they may cancel filming today.

Lizzie: It’s barely a dusting! And wouldn’t that just put production behind? Brad: Nah, we only have a few days of filming left and today is just us lowly bit part actors lol

He was right, Lizzie realised suddenly. Even Tom had mentioned more than once that the whole thing would be done by Thanksgiving, which was only seven days away. She made a mental note to ask Maya what plans her and Tom had made.

Lizzie: I forgot you will all be out of our hair this week.

Brad: Well our mutual ‘friend’ will be, me, I might stick around for a while.

Don’t.

She didn't’;t even realise that she’d said the word out loud the thought was so sudden. But Lizzie knew without a doubt that deep down she didn’t want Brad to stay in town once production finished.

Lizzie: trust me, there’s NOTHING here in the winter. Just ice and assholes, other than that, nothing happens.

There was no text for a while and Lizzie hoped that she’d gotten the message across diplomatically enough. She knew damn well what he meant when he talked about staying and she didn’t want to give him false hope.

Brad: Subject change, are you going to the wrap party?

Lizzie: Half the city was invited so yes. What about you?

Brad: Well it's sure to be awkward but I’m determined to. After all, Jack’s the one who should be ashamed, not me. If he doesn’t want to see me there he can leave and hide in his hotel room.

Lizzie: Now that would make the night perfect lol

Brad: Gotta go, we just got called. TTYL

The wrap party had been a bone of contention for Lizzie since the invitations arrived. Her mother and Lydia were over the moon, naturally, but when Lizzie had suggested she stay home with Ben she had been vetoed across the board. Reluctantly she’d had to agree to go, even though she wanted to avoid a great many of the people who would be there.

Still, maybe the night would be bearable with Brad and Charlie there. Maybe.

As expected, the snow had eased off by mid-morning and would be melted away by late afternoon. Maya had arrived at lunch, arms stacked with books and looking all flustered.

“Can I study here? If I go home Mom is just going to distract me and I’ll get nothing done, I’m behind already.”

Lizzie couldn’t say no to Maya, even if her presence meant that her planned day of solitude had gone out the window. Leaving her sister with her law books spread out all over the dining table, Lizzie had pottered around cleaning the apartment and hauling the Christmas boxes down from the storage room. Chloe was strict about the tree not going up until December and Colin had never allowed one. This year she was going to have it her way, Christmas was her favorite time of year.

It was dark by five and finally Maya shut her books.

“I’m done. All caught up, thanks Lizzie.”

“No probs, are you hungry?”

“Famished, I should get home for dinner.”

“I’ll rustle something up, stay and relax for a while.”

Lizzie could see Maya’s forehead wrinkle nd she knew what was bothering her.

“You have plans with Tom?”

“Just dinner with him and Jack.” Maya looked guilty.

Taking a deep breath, Lizzie made the decision.

“Invite them here.”

The thankful look on Maya’s face was worth any irritation that Lizzie felt at the prospect of Jack being in her apartment. Besides there were just a days left and she was, as always, willing to put up with anything if it meant Maya’s happiness.

Lizzie busied herself in the kitchen, making sure she was busy when the men in question arrived. She could hear their voices, the difference between their accents always so clear. Despite herself, she enjoyed the burrs and lilts when Jack spoke and loathed that she actually found his voice quite comforting.

“Could ye use a hand?”

Speak of the devil and he’ll pop his head into your kitchen.

“I’m actually good.” Lizzie didn’t even look up from chopping the carrots.

“Are ye sure? I think those two want some time alone, if ye ken?”

You could have stayed home, she thought bitterly.

“Fine, can you chop these for me?” she sighed.

“What are makin?” he took the knife from her hand and got to work.

“A coconut curry, nothing special.”

“Sounds better than McDonalds again.”

Lizzie couldn’t help but snicker. Whiting wasn’t known as a hub for the discerning diner, and their McDonald's even had a Facebook page declaring it the worst in existence. For good reason.

“You’re gambling with your life eating at that shithole.”

“Take it up wi’ the young’un, he’s go a stomach made o cast iron.”

“And apparently the taste to go with it if he willingly eats that crap to begin with.”

“Well, to be fair, the lad’s no had a lot of experience past uni, and ye know how tha goes.”

“I remember. I existed on a diet of ramen, takeout and toast. Oh and chocolate, naturally.”

“Naturally.” he chuckled, sliding the veggies into the skillet at Lizzie’s beckoning.

The conversation lapsed into a comfortable silence as the meal came together. Jack seemed able to anticipate her needs and they worked together like a well-oiled machine.

“It’s almost ready, let me check the rice.”

Lizzie lifted the lid on the pot and held her hand out for a fork. Jack handed one to her, fingers sliding over hers as he placed it in her palm. The jolt that hit her made her catch her breath, hand shaking as she gripped the utensil. The last time he’d touched her this hadn’t happened, but she’d been upset and his touch had been comforting in the face of Colin.

This. This was trouble.

Lizzie waited until Jack went to set the table before she let out her breath, her hand still tingling and her body far too warm for comfort.

What the fuck had just happened? JACK

His hand was twitching, literally twitching as he flexed his fingers. He’d seen Elizabeth take a deep breath and he knew that she felt it too. The attraction that simmered was white hot and coursing through his veins and it was all he could do to slow his breathing. Jack barely even paid attention to what he was doing, his mind wandering to far more interesting thoughts.

Stop it! He muttered to himself before his body betrayed his thoughts.

Jack forced himself to calm down before going back into the kitchen. Elizabeth had her back to him as she transferred food to serving dishes. He took a moment to appreciate her, even all covered up she was a treat. For a brief moment he allowed himself to imagine walking up behind her, lifting her braid so he could press his lips to her neck. In his mind she leaned back into him with a smile as his arms wrapped around her waist, holding her as he whispered in her ear.

“Can you get the others?”

His bubble burst and reality came into sharp focus as he called out to Tom and Maya, taking a serving dish from the counter. He gave himself credit for rallying well during dinner, telling stories from different sets that had the women howling with laughter. There were moments he noticed that Elizabeth would have her brows furrowed in confusion, and he definitely noticed her watching him when she thought he wasn’t looking.

Bolstered, he not only dragged Tom to make sure they did the cleaning up, but he also broached the subject of the Christmas boxes in the corner.

“Lizzie always was gung ho about getting Christmas up and moving.” Maya laughed. “Mom would never even let her look at tinsel until December.”

“I’m all fer decorating early ma’self.” Jack shrugged, noting Elizabeth’s surprise. “There’s summan magical about Christmas an I think the longer ye can experience it each year the better.”

He didn’t add that he hadn’t decorated his flat since Lisa buggered off and even then it had been all her, designed purely to be shown off and with no warmth or charm. There had been no magic to it.

“Lizzie! Why don’t we do it now?” Tom suddenly piped up with excitement.

Good boy, Jack thought as he murmured his agreement to the idea.

“Well I guess we could.” she seemed uncertain at first but he could see the excitement brimming in her eyes.

That was all it took. Within minutes the boxes had been dragged into the center of the room and the corner emptied.

“I prefer real trees,” Elizabeth sighed she cut open the huge box containing the tree. “But I couldn’t justify the expense when I already had this.”

As it was, her fake tree was impressively real-looking, and large. Jack could see that it had been packed away for quite some time as even the scent packets in with it had lost their smell. It was a lovely tree but in the back of his mind all he could think was that he deserved the real thing.

Maya lit pine-scented candles, while Tom turned on a Christmas playlist. Jack helped Elizabeth piece the tree together, pulling and fluffing the branches until it looked perfect. For the next hour or so, lights and tinsel were hung, and box after box of baubles opened. Many were the typical colorful glass balls, glittering stars, pretty but impersonal. The last couple of boxes were different. He watched the sisters as they lifted each one out, some hand made and some old and well loved. There was even a box of ornaments that were nothing but Star Wars, Marvel, Disney, a wonderland of pop culture. Jack’s personal favorite was a Darth Vader in an ugly sweater who spoke about presents and Sithmas every time someone moved past him.

“When did you get all these, Lizzie?” Maya was hanging a golden Snitch beside a sparkly Merida.

Tom was unboxing a Captain America and jack was playing with a shark that played the Jaws theme.

“I’ve just bought them at sale over the years, Mom never wanted them on the tree and Colin…” Jack watched her visibly gather herself. “He wasn’t big on Christmas.”

It occured to Jack that this might well be the first time Elizabeth had her own tree, in her own home, and he wasn’t sure how it was making him feel. Shaking his head to try and clear his thoughts he handed her the shark, watching her while she hung it. After it all was done and the boxes carted back to storage, Jack stood back looking at what they’d done.. The tree was a hodge podge, with no apparent style or theme and he had to admit he thought it was perfect. The result was warm, inviting and somehow uniquely Elizabeth. This apartment wasn’t designed to please anyone but her and it worked, in the fact that one felt so much at home here.

His flat in London was pathetically sterile, had been even during the time he shared it with Lisa. She’d been all for the ultra modern, with white everything and the place had looked like a damn photoshoot. He’d been afraid to even sit on the fucking couch. In the year that she’d been gone the only thing he’d done with the place was buy a couch and a tv, most of the time that was where he slept too. If he was with a woman it had always been at her place or a hotel, somewhere that he could make a quick, discrete exit. There had been no morning afters, no desire to have a woman in his space.

Until now.

Elizabeth would hate his place, he knew by looking at her jewelled throws and little knick knacks, and he’d be embarrassed to take her there. But here, he could see something more than taking her to bed and sneaking out while she was asleep. He could see snuggling on the couch as a movie played, he could see cooking together again.

He could see a future and it scared him to death.

It wasn’t possible, least of all with her and all of this had to be some weird side-effect of being in close quarters to the woman he wanted to shag and couldn’t. There was no future with a woman who lived in a different country and whose whole family belonged on some trashy American talk show. Not to mention that he was never ever going to put himself in that position again. He could never allow himself to be blindsided and betrayed again - especially when the woman in question was already friendly with Wick.

While the others dug into dessert, Jack excused himself to the bathroom, finding that he needed a few moments to be alone with his thoughts. Strolling down the hallway he ran his fingers along the wall, taking in the gallery of photos. Most were of Elizabeth and her family or friends. He chuckled to himself at one of her and Charlie as young teens, skinny and awkward looking, their teeth in braces. Further along, closer to her bedroom door were two framed documents. With some surprise he realised they were diplomas, from Northwestern University. Somehow he’d known in the back of his mind that she’d been to school, something he’d overheard maybe. He hadn’t considered a place like Northwestern, or that ‘gone to school’ meant a Masters degree in History.

He was honestly taken aback. What on earth was she doing working in a bakery with a masters degree? Jack couldn’t wrap his head around it, or around why the hell he cared so much what she did or didn’t do with her life. Splashing his face with water in the bathroom, Jack tried to shake some sense into himself. With a resigned sigh he instead gave into curiosity and opened the bathroom cabinet, all the while telling himself that he was a despicable human being.

“What on earth?” he murmured aloud as he took in the row of prescription bottles on the shelf.

His brow furrowed as he read the labels; Hydroxyzine, Lexapro, Amitriptyline, Naproxen - that one, he knew was for pain. The others though, he had no idea what they were but it didn’t bode well. Whatever was wrong with Elizabeth, she did a good job of hiding it, he’d certainly seen no signs of illness or weakness.

“That was a nice night, even you have to admit Jack.” Tom remarked later as they walked back to the hotel.

“Aye it was. Say, do ye know if Elizabeth is sick or summan?”

“She looked fine to me, a bit tired maybe.”

Jack just shrugged, surely if it were something like say, cancer, Maya would have mentioned something to Tom. Whatever it was it apparently wasn’t bad enough to cause anyone any real concern.

Again, why did he even fucking care?

Short answer, he didn’t. The woman had gotten under his skin, yes but for no reason other than him being horny, wanting to scratch the itch. Anything else was simply sentimentality, maybe a touch of loneliness.

“Nuthun, jus thought she seemed a bit, off, probably jus tried like ye said.”

“Awe how sweet of you to care you big softie.” Tom laughed, despite the dark look that Jack shot him.

“Shut the fuck up, asshole.” Jack muttered, shoving Tom good-naturedly.

As much as Jack hated to admit it, Tom had a point. He did care, despite his better judgement and every argument against it. He cared. Very much.

And he was miserable.

#jack x reader #jack lowden fic #jack lowden #jack lowden blurb #jack lowden fanfiction #jack lowden x reader #pride and prejudice au #dont know why im tagging this since tumblr is being a bitch about links

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rainbow-reilly · 6 years ago

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Faeriefruit

By Claire-Louise Reilly [originally posted to r/nosleep]

All the neighbourhood kids knew Ms. McKinley was a witch.

It was a playground truth whispered with such conviction and awe that you didn't dare think to question it. "Ms. McKinley—you know? The witch?"

Old ladies were supposed to be grandmothers and give out hard candies and sit inside knitting all day. Not live alone, in decrepit old cottages overgrown with ivy, with only the stray cats and crows for company.

And they were definitely not supposed to live in graveyards.

"Cemetery," my mother would correct me. "And she's not a witch, she's the groundskeeper. You wouldn't want anything to happen to granddad, would you?"

"Still weird to live beside a bunch of dead people," I'd mumble under my breath. Never mind our house was so close I could see the headstones from my bedroom window.

But kids never like the truth when the truth is too mundane. We wanted to believe that Ms. McKinley would dig up old bones to scry with—whatever scrying was. That any missing cats had ended up in her cauldron. That she'd eaten the last little boy who'd dared to wander through her garden.

That one especially sparked our imaginations. Every other kid claimed it was their cousin's friend's neighbour's brother, whose name always seemed to change with each new telling. Some days it was Jimmy, others it was Tom, and once I swore I heard he was called Harris. But one thin fact always stayed the same: he had gone into Ms. McKinley's garden and never come out again.

Perhaps it was that pretend touch of danger that tempted us to make a game out of going in.

It was Lizzie who suggested the idea. Lizzie wasn't exactly our leader—we didn't need a leader, and we weren't exactly friends. But there's only so many kids your own age within walking distance. Lizzie was one of them, and as the tallest and the loudest her ideas often ended up counting the most.

I, like an idiot, spoke up. "What if she catches us? We'll get in trouble."

Lizzie barked out a laugh. "What? You scared of the witch?"

"No! My mum said witches don't even exist," I spat back. I didn't believe her, but Lizzie didn't need to know that.

"Then you've got no reason not to go, right?"

I bit down on my cheek. Dammit, she'd tricked me. Either I was scared of a witch, or I was scared of a little old lady, and neither was an acceptable option. All I'd managed to do was get myself nominated.

"Fine, then."

The way I walked down the narrow road to Ms. McKinley's side of the graveyard, you'd think I was being led to my own execution. Nervous energy fizzled under my skin like lightning in a bottle, as I made myself sick imagining all the hundreds of millions of ways this could go horribly wrong. But it was too late to back out now. If there's one thing worse than a coward it's a cowardly quitter.

The cottage sat on the edge of grounds, just off the street and right beside the front gates. I suppose it was her duty to lock up at night—not that it'd do much good, the wrought iron would be easy enough for hoodlums and teens to scale. Liz gave us all a leg up and then pushed herself over in one go. From there, a thin short hedge was all that separated us from Ms. McKinley's garden.

It was a sprawl of overgrown grass, filled with wildflowers and weeds, Not that it wasn't well-tended to in its own way—she clearly liked to grow her own fruits and vegetables. My mouth glistened at the sight of strawberries, and I had to remind myself that food from a witch is probably poison.

Lizzie nudged me. "Dare you to grab one."

"Why?"

She cracked a toothy grin. "You want a trophy, don't you?"

I'd have been happy to get out of there with all my fingers and toes and skin still on my bones. But I nodded anyway. Whatever got Lizzie to shut up and get on with it.

The buzz of excitement faded away, as the group all held its breath in anticipation.

And then I was running.

Leaping across the hedge, catching my foot on the way down. My hands in the dirt pushing myself back up before I'd even finished stumbling. Every moment in here was another chance to get caught.

I darted across the grass, kicking up dandelions as I went. I needed to grab something. Not the strawberries, they were too close to the window. More chance to be seen, more chance to get eaten. Something else, something else—there. A bush of gleaming blood red berries in the far corner.

I sprinted towards them, arm outstretched, grabbed a fistful, and turned. I could see Lizzie and the others now, quietly cheering me on. I was so close, so close. My aching limbs loosened up with relief.

And then a shadow passed across the window.

I stopped dead.

Had she seen me? She had to have seen me. But if she saw me, why wasn't she coming out? She should be coming out—

"What are you doing? Hurry up!"

I was running again. Fumbling over the hedge, not stopping till I reached the wrought iron of the fence that marked freedom. I leaned against the flaking paint of the bars, beginning to feel the burn of a stitch in my side. The others crowded around me, howling and hollering, but it all seemed so faint when I could still hear my heartbeat hammering inside me.

Ms. McKinley had seen me, and I didn't know which possibility was worse.

A creepy old witch who could curse me.

Or a little old lady who could tell my parents.

We'd walked a little ways away from the graveyard before I made up some excuse about needing to head home. Instead, I circled back to the McKinley cottage. This time I came up the front path, dragging my feet like stone all the way. The door glided open before I even had a chance to knock.

I don't know what I expected when I saw Ms. McKinley. Of course I'd seen her before, but never up close. Never like a person. Her skin was creased like a well-loved book and she wore her hair rebelliously long and loose for a woman her age. She wasn't how I imagined her, or thought I'd imagine her, but as soon as the image settled in my mind I couldn't picture her any other way.

She looked down at me with cold, curious eyes, and any hope I had that she hadn't really seen me fizzled out like a candle. I didn't say anything. I just held out the clump of berries sheepishly. "Sorry," I muttered, wishing I could disappear into the neck of my too-warm jumper.

She plucked the clutch of berries from my hand and held them up to the light, inspecting them like a jewellery and diamonds. "Didn't think you'd come back," she said. She slipped the berries into her skirt pocket, before eyeing me up and down. "You're Philip's granddaughter, aren't you?"

I momentarily forgot my fear. "You knew granddad?"

Her face softened into an almost-smile. "Only a little. Good man; always tipped his cap whenever he came to see his wife. Your mother still brings him flowers every other month."

A pang of dread rattles around inside me at the mention of my mum. I stare down at my sneakers. "Are you gonna tell her?"

"Tell your...? Ha!" She starts laughing—a hearty rasp that reminds me of the cackle of a crow. "Girl, I was never gonna tell your parents. Gettin' sick off faeriefruit would have been punishment enough. But since you brought it back, I think we can call things even."

"Faeriefruit?"

"The berry." She patted her pocket indicatively. "Makes a person awfully sick if it's not properly prepared. You can't eat it off the bush, but it does make a tasty jam. I made a batch the other day, if you'd like to try some?"

I nodded automatically. Maybe out of politeness, maybe out of fear, I don't know. But that was all it took for her to lead me inside, through the hallway, into a cosy kitchen with gauzy curtains and mismatched cookery lining the walls.

This was the home of a witch?

I sat myself down at the table, continuing my in-depth analysis of Ms. McKinley's home decor, until a slice of sponge cake was placed in front of me. It was spread with juice red jam that threatened to trickle down the sides in thick, gleaming globs if not gobbled up fast enough.

Ms. McKinley took a seat opposite of me, folding her hands on the table expectantly. "Enjoy," she said.

I lifted up the cake, trying my best to keep my fingers away from the ever-sticky jam, and took a single cautious bite.

And then another. And another. Until the generous slice has disappeared entirely.

It tasted achingly sweet in my mouth. As smooth and rich as you imagine the wildest berry to be, as deliciously forbidden as sips of wine stolen on New Years. I already wanted more.

"You like that?" Ms. McKinley chuckled.

I nodded, licking away a swear of jam that'd spilled down my chin. A wave of self-consciousness ran across my skin as I tried to recompose myself. "So why's it called faeriefruit?"

It's a question that makes her eyes light up. She pulled the berries out her pocket, holding them out for me to see. "See the leaves?" I did. Each one had five gangly points, making it resemble a little person with a head and arms and legs. "Beware the men who grow from roots and never eat their faeriefruits."

"Umm...sorry?"

"Do you read much folklore?"

I gave a soft shrug. Maybe I had a copy of The Brothers Grimm under my bed somewhere, but that was about it.

"Well, in the old stories it's bad luck to eat the food of the fae. Faeries, that is. The humans that do usually end up getting trapped in faerieland or get eaten themselves. So when people discovered the strange berries that look like little people make you sick, they simply assumed it was a faerie curse."

I nodded along thoughtfully. It made enough sense. And then a thought spilled out of my sticky, jammed-up mouth before I could stop it.

"Do you know a lot about curses?"

She tilted her head to the side curiously. "Now what makes you say that?"

"You...I mean...it's not...nevermind, I..."

"Because you kids all think I'm a witch?"

I'm pinned to my seat. My face perfectly placid, while underneath I'm bubbling with fear. She stares down at me, an unreadable expression, until I realize she really is waiting for an answer.

"Well..." I manage to choke out, "Are you?"

And then she laughs. Long, and hard, and longer still, until even my relief turns tepid. "At least you're honest, girl," she finally says. "No, I don't ride a broomstick, or dance with the devil, or anything like that. I'm just a simple old woman who keeps to herself and her garden."

"And lives in a graveyard." I clamped my hand over my mouth a moment too late.

A coy smile worked its way onto the corner of her mouth. "That too."

"But don't you ever get creeped out?"

She gave her head a soft shake. "You know, your grandfather was a good man. It'd be strange to think any less of him just because he's in the ground.

I stared down at the table. I could feel an unpleasantly itchy pang of guilt crawl up through me. "Ms. McKinley, I'm sorry."

"You already said sorry once, girl. Don't say anything you mean more than once."

"No, not just for the berries. I'm sorry I thought you were a witch."

She smiled at me. "You come say hi whenever you like, dear. I could use the company. Keep your nose clean, and I promise I won't curse you." And then a wink at me.

I walked home that day a little brighter, a little bolder. And the sweet taste of faeriefruit still lingering in my mouth.

I wasn't scared of Ms. McKinley after that. If I saw her on our way to visit granddad's grave, I'd give a wave no matter how far away. On some slow days when there was no one to play with, I'd wander over to her cottage and sit in her kitchen a while, learning bits of folklore I'd never find in the books under my bed and happily eating faerierfruit cake.

She'd tell me more about faeries—real faeries, cruel faeries, not the dainty kind in flower petal dresses found on postcards. About their weakness for iron, the secrets of their names, the way they'd twist the truth into knots on their tongues to make up for the fact they can't lie.

"You'll never get a straight answer out of a fae," she said, once. "Always dodging questions. Sometimes the words you don't say are more important than the ones you do."

I enjoyed that. Little bits of knowledge, however pointless, that gave me more power. A new way to see the world.

The cake was nice, too.

But what soured the taste was the days I didn't see Ms. McKinley. When I slipped back into old patterns and found myself playing with my maybe-friends. She didn't come up all that much, but when she did I took note of every whisper and snicker and jeer wrapped around her name. She didn't deserve it. Any of it. Annoyance started to buzz under my skin like an ugly itch, and it didn't take long for me to scratch it.

It was a summery day when the hazy heat was making us bored and sluggish. It was Lizzie who started it, of course. It was always Lizzie. "We could see what mental old McKinley is up to. I heard Janine Davey's cat hasn't come home since—"

"Leave her alone, Liz."

She turned to me. "What?”

"She's not harming anyone. Let's just do something else—"

"Since when are you scared of the weird old witch?"

An indignant spark roared up inside me. "I'm not," I muttered."

"Are too."

"Am not."

"Are!"

"Not."

And then an idea snapped into my head. Behind it was a trickle of guilt, but it was easy to drown it out under all my anger and pride. "Fine," I said. "I'll prove it."

Without another word I turned and walked away. Down the narrow road to Ms. McKinley side of the graveyard, all the while vaguely aware the others were following bewilderedly behind. There was no hiding this time, no clambering over fences to avoid perfectly fine front gates. I walked right up the front path and knocked, the way I would if this were a visit on any other day.

As soon as I thumped my fist on the painted wood of the front door I heard the scuffle of scattering feet, the group rushing to seclude themselves in the safety of shadows and trees.

Ms. McKinley didn't seem surprised to see me. She never did.

For a moment, I felt that same flicker of guilt fizzle up inside me. Here I was, exploiting the unearned reputation I hated to make myself look better. But I couldn't let them call me a coward. Sorry, Ms. McKinley.

"Hello, dear," she said brightly. She peered over my shoulder curiously. "Are your friends not going to join us?"

"No." I didn't ask how she knew they were there. I simply slipped inside and let her close the door behind me.

A little while later I emerged from the cottage again, this time carrying a box of faeriefruit cakes. "For your friends," Ms. McKinley had said with a wink.

As soon as I was past the graveyard gate I was swarmed, the centre of a mass of grasping hands and awestruck eyes.

"You actually went in there!"

"What was it like?"

"Are you crazy?"

I tried to give my most casual shrug. I was already struggling to keep the proud grin off my face. There was nothing scary about what I'd done, but they didn't need to know that.

My eye caught Lizzie, leaning back against the fence and projecting to the whole world how much she didn't care. I stared up at her. "Told you I wasn't scared."

She looked at me all dark and stony, her eyes drifting down to the box. "What's that you got there?" As if she couldn't see through the clear plastic.

"Just some cakes from Ms. McKinley." I gestured to the rest of the group. "Want one?"

Lizzie scoffed. "How do you know they aren't poisoned?"

There was a murmur across the group. A battle between hesitation and temptation.

"Well..." I pried off the lid, reached in, and lifted one out to take a bite. "I've been eating plenty and I'm not dead, am I?"

That was enough of an invite. One sticky hand reached in and took a cake, followed by another, and another, until everyone but Lizzie had had a taste of faeriefruit.

"Liz?" I said, holding out the last one.

Her mouth was a tight, thin line as she eyed the cake. "What kind is it, anyway?"

"Faeriefruit. She grows the berries that make the jam herself."

"And you think I wanna eat witchy food?"

"Fine." I shoved it in my mouth before she had a chance to change her mind. She rolled her eyes and walked away, hands in pockets, but for a second I thought I saw a twitch of regret on the corners of her mouth.

"So," Ms. McKinley said, setting down two cups on the table. Tea for her, hot chocolate for me. "Did your friends enjoy the cakes?"

I nodded. "Everyone except Liz. She's just so...ugh! She doesn't want anyone to do anything except what she tells them. It's so annoying."

She tilted her head sympathetically. "Some people are just immature. She'll never be a grown up if she doesn't learn to act like one. Cake, dear?"

I nodded again, maybe a little too vigorously. Ms. McKinley rose up to retrieve her jam and sponge from the cupboard. I was still sat at the table, sipping my drink and swinging my legs, when the gangly shadow flicked across the window.

I shot round to look, a splash of hot chocolate hitting my dress as I turned. The garden was empty, the trespasser gone, but a tell-tale trail of trampled grass led to the faeriefruit bush and back.

I bolted up. "Ms. McKinley, I think—"

"Leave it, pet. Some people need to learn a lesson the hard way."

The next time I saw Liz she looked thinner, paler. She didn't seem to tower over the rest of us as much. In the back of my head, I wondered if it was sickness from eating faeriefruit.

Good, I thought. That'll teach her.

But a day of tiredness and lethargy soon turned into a week. She was speaking less, standing back more, fading from the group like a shadow scattering under cloud cover. Soon there were days where she didn't come outside at all.

I asked her about it at school, once. She shrugged from across the lunch table, too busy pulling the crust off her uneaten sandwich to even look up. "Just don't feel like playing much, Getting too old for it, you know?"

I tried to nod convincingly, sympathetically. I didn't know, not really. But it seemed like the polite thing to do. "How come you're not eating?"

She shrugged again. "Just not hungry. Hey, did McKinley give you any more of those cakes?"

I shook my head and pretended not to see the way her shoulders drooped with genuine dismay.

It turned out there wouldn't be any more faeriefruit for me either.

"Afraid the plant's withered up, pet," Ms. McKinley told me the next time I came over. She pointed out the window to where the faeriefruit bush once grew. Now there was only a path of empty earth, as fresh as a newly-dug grave. "Faeriefruit can be fickle like that. I don't even know if it'll be back next year."

I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss it. But not as much as Lizzie, I bet.

After all, she only got the one taste.

I never got the chance to tell her, or even time to decide if I should, because that's when she disappeared from school. First it was just a day. Then a second, a third, but by the end of the week our teacher announced Lizzie was in the hospital. Something about not getting enough nutrition.

We scribbled cards in class and waited eagerly for the return of the bold, brash Liz, hopefully with hospital stories and maybe a scar. But the weeks passed into months, and the weather turned grey, and all our morbid curiosity died away as we realized Lizzie wasn't getting better.

I went to see her once. Just once. In books and stories they always say sick people look like ghosts. Lizzie didn't look like a ghost. Lizzie looked dead. The girl who once stood like a sunflower in a field of weeds now lay back on a bleached white pillow, little more than a gauzy skeleton. Her lips were cracked like crumbling dust and I could see the blue of her veins pulse weakly under her pale skin.

She didn't talk. I don't think she could talk. And maybe that's for the best.

What do you say to someone who's obviously going to die?

Lizzie didn't make it till spring. She was buried in a grave so far up the hillside I could see it from my bedroom window. I kept my curtains closed for a long, long time.

Some months later, when the last of the slush had melted, my mum took me on one of her regular visits to granddad's grave. She didn't stop me when I slipped away, wandering my way up the hill. I don't know if I wanted to see Lizzie, but it felt like I had to.

As I worked my way through the rows of mismatched headstones, a figure came into view. Kneeling over a grave, the grave, with gloves and hat and trowel in hand. A figure I now knew even from afar.

Ms. McKinley.

"They never tell you about the weeds," she called out, as I kept coming closer. She didn't seem surprised to see me. She never did. "Good earth makes for good weeds, even when there are bodies underneath. But maybe today we've got something even better..."

She looked so at ease with her hands in the earth, the new grass not even grown over. As I watched her, I remembered what Ms. McKinley said about faerie folk. How you'll never get a straight answer out of them. I remembered how I asked her if she really was a witch. She gave me a list of all the witchy things she didn't do.

But she never said no.

With one tug, Ms. McKinley pulled something up. A tangle of roots, thin and fine, that seemed to go on forever. She wiped the glistening sweat off her brow. "Good news; there'll be plenty of jam this year."

My stomach lurched. I could see the head she was holding now—gangly leaves of five and blood-red berries not yet ripe. Growing right over Lizzie's grave.

Ms. McKinley gave me a dark, knowing smile. "You know, some people think faeriefruit is a bit bitter."

She plucked a single berry and popped it in her mouth.

"But I think it's the sweetest fruit of all."

#writing #my writing #mine

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suggestionsofthecaribbean · 6 years ago

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Chat: Tia Dalma and Elizabeth (June 9th)

Feat.: Tia Dalma (@tiadalmasuggestions ) and Elizabeth Swann-Turner (@lizzyswann-turnersuggestions)

TL;DR: girls night at the bog booty bungalow

tiadalmasuggestions i see you are curious about my jars - i do have an extra liar's tongue, if you'd like some decor for your cabin

lizzyswann-turnersuggestions uhhhhhhh . no but thank you, i'm not really the... home-ec type. [she looks around, realizes that seemed rude] i just don't have the eye for it!

tiadalmasuggestions ahhhh, i see [she rummages around and pulls out another jar] eye of a beloved servant

lizzyswann-turnersuggestions hmm where do you.... get... [thinks better of it] i appreciate your having me; it's been a rough weekand........ boys [gestures at crew members who accompanied her to the shack, generally doing POTC background character things such as poking jars, picking their noses and otherwise being awful]

tiadalmasuggestions [tsks gently] young william and the commodore have been stressful i can imagine - if you wish to keep you fingers you will stay out of those drawers! [crew member jumps back - the chest of drawers shakes and growls???]

lizzyswann-turnersuggestions [....not gonna ask]actually he's an admiral now. not a navy admiral though.

tiadalmasuggestions oh? i do not keep up with such things. now, how can i help you ease your mind? mud packs? read the cards?

lizzyswann-turnersuggestions uh... sure!to tell you the truth, i haven't had a friend since i was 18; she got married and moved back to england. i don't really know what i'm doing.i suppose will is my friend, but.... that's different.

tiadalmasuggestions come with me [she walks to a door in the back of the shack] i, too, have not had a friend in many years. i had sisters back in my homeland, and we would ride the surf of the sea together - but i followed my heart to foreign shores have you had letters from her?

lizzyswann-turnersuggestions [out loud] big mood oh, a few, here and there... they grew further and further apart as her household grew in happiness. and family members i cannot imagine writing to her now. elizabeth swann, pirate lord now - what have you been up to? remember how we used to take our tea at the salon together? [patented keira knightley Pout]

tiadalmasuggestions it is difficult, when life leads you down different paths, to re-entwine them. my sisters would hardly know me now [she touches her mortal body as though it is still unfamiliar] now, you may strip down to your undergarments if you like [casts off dress and steps into the muddy grove behind the shack]

lizzyswann-turnersuggestions hmm. [thinks, shrugs, doffs clothes, plunks into mud]

tiadalmasuggestions [splashes mud on her face] as you cover yourself, you will find yourself joined into the land and water - your worries become minuscule in the vastness of the world

lizzyswann-turnersuggestions funny, the vastness of the world tends to make mE feel smaller and my worries much larger

tiadalmasuggestions [throws mud on lizzy] you're doing it wrong

lizzyswann-turnersuggestions [pout #2] how am i meant to be doing it?

tiadalmasuggestions [spreads her arms wide, coated in mud] open yourself to the forest. hear the spirits communing. feel the moon cast her on you, and know that she adores you [mutters to self] especially since you're her type

lizzyswann-turnersuggestions [sinks deeper into the mud] pffft fine. [spiritual understanding doesn't come but hey hot mud baths... nice]

tiadalmasuggestions excellent. now, we wash ourselves in the river - do not mind the cold, or the alligators - they are quite gentle

lizzyswann-turnersuggestions .... are you quite SURE about that??

tiadalmasuggestions [thinks for a moment] ………yes

lizzyswann-turnersuggestions [after everything, elizabeth is still more trusting than she perhaps out to be, and decides that after all, tia dalma knows this swamp and river better than she does][wading after her] so, tia dalma.... about this card reading from the other day....

tiadalmasuggestions hmmmm? yes? what about it? [absent-mindedly pets some animal under the surface]

lizzyswann-turnersuggestions [jumps slightly away from that side of the water] um. yes. what exactly did you mean by it

tiadalmasuggestions in the past, the seven of cups: many choices and fanciful ideals held before you, and you chose the most fanciful of them all

lizzyswann-turnersuggestions i didn't CHOOSE to become a pirate lord, it sort of got - pushed on me

tiadalmasuggestions in the present, the two of cups: a strong and loving relationship, one that encompasses your soul

lizzyswann-turnersuggestions :/ [guilt intensifies]

tiadalmasuggestions and in the future, the tower: a great calamity, the destruction of your world as you know it but also, a chance to rebuild

lizzyswann-turnersuggestions did you like memorize this

tiadalmasuggestions what use is this modern phone contraption if i don't use it to take photos of the readings??

lizzyswann-turnersuggestions haha right Is this choice before me like... about the fate of the world? or going to take place during a big battle or something, or. is it more of a life or death situation. like about my marriage. do you know?

tiadalmasuggestions who can say? you and william have the touch of destiny about you - what affects you affects the world, and what affects the world affects you

lizzyswann-turnersuggestions well, the second bit, that's true for everyone.

tiadalmasuggestions that is true [she stares up at the clear sky] maybe it will just be a hurricane

lizzyswann-turnersuggestions that's encouraging. :/

lizzyswann-turnersuggestions apart from the cards. do - *you* - have any advice, then? you seem to know a lot about men.

tiadalmasuggestions weather the storm for bright horizons, and be wary of the land. you were not meant for a softer life

lizzyswann-turnersuggestions hmmm. there you go, being cryptic again...

tiadalmasuggestions [a mildly terrifying grin crosses her face] yes, i have known many men, and the ways of men do fascinate me. did you know that they claim the lump in the throat is from an ancestor choking on an apples? [cackles]

lizzyswann-turnersuggestions [quietly] i do now. [clearing her throat] and what do you think of... MY men?

tiadalmasuggestions if i thought you could hire a better crew, i would tell you do so. but that's not who you meant, is it? young william loves you with all his dashing heart, but seeks to protect you - but he is the one who truly needs protection and were you a different woman, you could do no better than the admiral - but your paths are parallel, not entwined

lizzyswann-turnersuggestions It's not that I don't love will - or- want to protect him, as it were. I do! I always have! It's just... realizing I didn't know James as well as I thought I did... it changes things...

tiadalmasuggestions [mutters to self] at least it isn't sparrow have you tried talking to both of them about this? sit down in your cabin and work this out? have you considered a menage a trois?

lizzyswann-turnersuggestions oh, absolutely NOT. no french anything. can you even imagine suggesting it to - [remembers who she's talking to] - i can't imagine suggesting it to either of them.

tiadalmasuggestions if you want, i could talk to them

lizzyswann-turnersuggestions i...... actually. you *could* talk to them

tiadalmasuggestions you brought me an ear and some girl talk - the payment is enough [rises out of the river] would you like a hot mudslide? i have some in my house

lizzyswann-turnersuggestions [brightening as she considers having tia dalma on her side in this] yes actually [beat]are they actually made of mud?

tiadalmasuggestions no,of course not (not this time)

lizzyswann-turnersuggestions gr8

tiadalmasuggestions would you like any other readings? the crab claws? the cards? your tea leaves?[this how girl time works, right? soak in the water then read each others' fortunes? it's been at least four centuries since she last did this]

lizzyswann-turnersuggestions i'm not trying to be greedy! maybe we could just..... [gallic shrug] talk about boys??

tiadalmasuggestions oh, yes! [thinks deeply] well, davy and i have been texting again it is nice to see his messages, even if i never respond

lizzyswann-turnersuggestions davy-? davy JONES?

tiadalmasuggestions yes, the bae

so sweet i have missed him so

lizzyswann-turnersuggestions you- YOU'RE calypso?

tiadalmasuggestions ……… did you not notice the picture of my mother?

lizzyswann-turnersuggestions .... People say a lot of weird things around me. I've just stopped questioning it.

tiadalmasuggestions that is understandable. yes, i am calypso, bound in mortal bones - and davy jones was my lover

lizzyswann-turnersuggestions Uh...... Wow.....Did he, did he look like that, when you- ?

tiadalmasuggestions no, no, he was more human then. long, flowing hair, lips that tasted of the sea [sighs dreamily] i didn't want to lose him, so i granted him immortality and gave him a job

lizzyswann-turnersuggestions [rapt] And?

tiadalmasuggestions because of my gift, he could only set foot on land once every ten years - but i thought i would tease him a bit and not show up standing men up was my thing back then

lizzyswann-turnersuggestions Oh my g- But how could you do that to him, if you loved him?

tiadalmasuggestions he loved me that way, as changing as the tide i gave the man what he wanted

lizzyswann-turnersuggestions But I've seen James' blog! Obviously he didn't want it that much if he's miserable and moping all of the time!

tiadalmasuggestions but then he got all upset and quit his job and now he looks like [pulls dreads in front of her face and wiggles them like tentacles]he was always that way

lizzyswann-turnersuggestions [covers her mouth with her hand] I understand a lot less about love than I thought I did.

tiadalmasuggestions if he is playing the organ dramatically about you, you're doing something right

lizzyswann-turnersuggestions But are you. Either of you... happy?

tiadalmasuggestions you don't have an epic love the likes of which will be told for centuries by being happy [she is an immortal - what is happiness for them but a passing fancy?]

lizzyswann-turnersuggestions Surely that's not entirely true. There have to be... historically.... some love stories with a happy ending....

lizzyswann-turnersuggestions [attempts to think of anything, but Elizabeth was never a big romance reader in the first place]

tiadalmasuggestions [also thinks on romances she once knew, but calypso is a nymph from greek and hera and zeus are NOT a good example]

#pirates of the caribbean #potcsuggestions #tia dalma #elizabeth swann

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