#Mitch Cass

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Peter Tork attending concerts in 1968 — The Bee Gees (photo from Tiger Beat), and the Jimi Hendrix Experience at the Shrine Auditorium on February 10, 1968 (photo by Kim Gottlieb).

“The Jimi Hendrix Experience and Eric Burdon and the Animals played to near-capacity houses for two shows at the Anaheim Convention Centre last Friday night. […] Following the concert, Jimi, Noel and Mitch went to a party at Peter Tork’s house. Also there—David Crosby, Jim Frawley, Micky Dolenz and with Samantha Juste, and Graham Nash. For most of the evening Peter’s guests sampled health foods—the new kick at Peter’s—and listened to tracks from the forthcoming Monkee album. One song, ‘Tapioca Tundra,’ has distorted voices, while another has a strong Indian influence, featuring the sound of the tabla, and Peter on lead vocal.” - Ann Moses, NME, February 24, 1968 “Health food was just starting to catch on in the sixties and Peter was kind of a fore-runner of that whole scene. I’m afraid that sort of image was a little thin for two other guys I could mention, but I understood—I really did. And I think he knew it. I didn’t inwardly agree with a lot of his company but it didn’t keep me from dropping in on him from time to time. Great salads—and always a cold beer to wash down the tofuburgers and brown rice.” - Davy Jones, They Made A Monkee Out Of Me (1988) “Influential Personalities [of L.A.]—Peter Tork: When Stan Freberg shows up on the set of the Monkee movie, this is the Monkee he is there to see… to talk about a ‘symphony’ Tork has written, among other things. Tork, folksinger-turned-teen millionaire, also appears regularly (and without pay) at the Monday night ‘hoot sessions’ at the Troubadour—to sing and play and laugh at Monkeedom. By definition, the Monkees are in another world, but they are honest people, after all, and do fit into the scene quite well.” - Rolling Stone, June 22, 1968 The “influential personalities” named were David Crosby, Cass Elliot, Terry Melcher, David Anderle, Lou Adler, Peter, Frank Zappa, Brian Wilson, Jim Morrison, Barry McGuire, and Phil Spector, in that order. “Steve [Stills] hung out with Peter Tork a lot because they were friends from before. Stephen was very frustrated that he didn’t get to be a Monkee. It’s true. Peter was a real sweet guy. He was the Monkee that hung out with us. The party went back and forth between Peter’s house and Steve’s in Malibu. The clique was Buddy Miles, Peter Tork, Crosby, Steve and right after Monterey, they hooked up with Hendrix. We all lived at Peter Tork’s at one time or another.” - Miles Thomas, For What It’s Worth: The Story of the Buffalo Springfield (2004)

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RuthieLand

 Yandere Amusement Park Staff [F,M,G.N/NB] + G.N Reader

Summary: A proper intro into Ruthieland. A park full of fun and colorful characters. A few with their eyes on a certain someone.

Word Count: 2.8k

The letter in your small hands is drenched in sweat, and the sticky combination of spilled soda and melted ice cream. You were the last to get up from the picnic table, placing you right at the back of the line of antsy children waiting to pass off their papers to the teacher waiting at its front. The excitement felt throughout the day dissipates the closer you get; your eyes locked on the untied pair of shoes beside you to avoid seeing just how many students you'd be competing with. The owner of the mitch match sneakers grips the sleeve of your coat, working their bandaged fingers into its opening to hold your hand with a comforting squeeze.

“Don't worry, Y/n. I’m sure you'll win.”

“I don't know…. The whole class is trying.”

“I can always ask my dad to pick you.”

Your anxiousness dies with a giggle of disbelief; your elbow gently nudging the other child's shoulder. “No way! That’s cheating. Besides, the main reason I want to win is to spend more time with you, but you said you don't even like it here that much.”

Their hold grows tighter.

“I'll go anywhere, as long as you’re with me.”

-

Knock- Knock-

A pause.

Knock-

“Just a minute!” 

You pause the brainrot currently playing on the TV, and dust off your clothes as you walk over to the front door. The alarm you set for the occasion goes off the second you rise to your feet. Huh. Tv- Bit later than usual today. On most days, your visitor arrived five minutes before it went off, even when you adjusted the schedule to the new time. Opening the front door, a shower of confetti meets you with the same familiarity as an old friend; the colorful onslaught sending you a wave of shock no matter how many times you're blasted with it. A sharp gasp comes from behind the barrel of the popper.

“O-oh, crap- Sorry about that, Y/n. Didn’t think you'd be so close this time.”

Dressed in a stereotypical mailman outfit with a new miner changes, the figure shoves the remains in their bag and straightens their back; fixing the rim of their bunny-eared hat over their face. The shadow of a sheepish smile appears under the lid. They extend their hand, holding out a bright pink envelope. 

“Got your tickets for you, same as always.”

You take the paper, bittersweet nostalgia lingering on the tip of your tongue like your favorite food you haven't tasted in ages. Ruthieland. The talk of both children and thrill seekers across the county and beyond. It would’ve been anyone's dream to even have the chance of winning lifelong tickets to an amusement park. Imagine your unfortunate luck to be the one child to win that once in a lifetime prize.

“Thank you, Cass.”

The carrier pulls their hat down further. “It's no problem. I actually have something else for you.”

They retrieve another item from their satchel. A single red rose. You take it with addled glee. Normally you didn't get any extra gifts unless it was at the park, or for your birthday or a holiday. 

“This is.. different.” 

Cass rubs at the back of their neck. “It's from me. I thought it'd be nice to give you something myself after all the time we’ve spent together.”

You can’t help but smile, partly from the guilt racking at your nerves. Cass has been delivering your tickets personally for the better half of two years. They were a reserved individual, only opening up to you about three months ago. In the beginning, they just left your tickets at your door and ran off. You weren't even sure if Cass was their name. It was pinned on a jacket they wore in the winter, and they never argued when you called them by that name. 

“That's sweet of you.” You press your fingers over the seam of the envelope. “Would you like a ticket? I can treat you to a float if you show up one day.”

Cass raises their hands. A dark substance is caked beneath the nails of the hand placed to their neck. “N-no thank you. I’m not good with amusement parks… Too loud and not a big fan of roller coasters. I gotta go. Can't be late. See you next month, Y/n.”

Cass flees the scene, running straight down the block instead of climbing into whatever vehicle they came in. You’ve never actually seen them drive. Hopefully they had some sort of transportation. With your company gone, you open the envelope. Four tickets wait for you in the pouch, decorated with four of the park's most beloved mascots. Ruthie Hare, Farmer Crow, Serenity the Baker, and a newer addition to the crew – Bashy Fox. Four tickets for four days of the month. You figured it was the right amount of days. Anymore and you'd probably get sick of going honestly. Since you had nothing better to do, the timing for their arrival was perfect. 

-

Throwing on some casual clothing, you hop on the nearest shuttle to the park. There was a number you could call for a lift, but taking the stroll felt like a nice start to the day. You lived roughly twenty minutes from the location and the stop was only a five minute walk. Excitement peaks for fellow riders of all ages as the park's largest coaster rolls into view, screaming from its passengers clear as day through the thick glass as the carts loop through the biggest hurdle. That one most likely wasn’t in the cards for you together. Especially after you saw someone losing the horde cotton candy they'd eaten before the ride during your last visit.

Stepping off the bus puts you front and center to Ruthieland's main entrance. The park's main mascot smiles down at you and all the other guests, hand raised in a partial wave.

Ruthie Hare was a silly character, as one would expect from a character originally solely targeted towards children. A root beer loving, flute playing hare with a whole gang of friends waiting inside. The anthropomorphic creature was soft pink in color, a black diamond around his left eye and a spotted bow tie from his early days as a circus mascot. He wore brown overalls with one sleeve always pushed down and large, oversized gloves. He had a bite mark on his right ear the comics and shows based off his gang never explained.

Reading your ticket, you march up to the counter to hand it to the attendee on staff. The woman stares at the sky as she aids another customer, cinnamon sugar powered around the corners of her lips. The hat she wore was dawned with rabbit ears just like Cass', but hers was a baseball hat and the ears had been snipped to keep them out of her face.

“Thank you for visiting our fantastic park today. We hope you have a hop-tastic day, and to see you soon… Or not.”

You walk up to the counter.

“Welcome to-Fuck" The woman wipes at her mouth and fixes her cap, adjusting her collar as she leans against the back of her seat.

“Y/n. Sup. Finally gonna let me treat you to the good shit today?”

Her relaxed attitude is a complete one eighty from how she first acted towards you, and the rest of the park goers. Ell, or Dashiell as her tag read, has been manning the ticket booth since high school; when she isn’t cleaning up messes she’s partly responsible for around the park. She was apparently homeschooled which is why you never saw much of her, and hardly showed emotion except for when you were around or in the company of her favorite snacks.

Like everyone else, she thought little of you in the beginning, but when she became aware of your status she figured it wouldn't hurt to get to know you a little. Majority of her coworkers had picked up on the crush she developed over the years, while you still remained obvious. 

“If I’m still here when you get off, then sure.” You pass her your ticket. Ell wipes it through the reader and shoves it directly into her pocket rather than the bin by her post.

“Gonna hold you to it. If I catch word you bailed on me, I'll find out where you live.”

Ell plays off the threat with a pat on your shoulder. “Alright, you better get going. Don't need the head of the lap dogs biting my ass again for holding up the line.”

You heed the warning and take your chance to go on ahead. The last time Ell was able to brew up a conversion, it took nearly a half hour to find your way out. Luckily it was a slow day. Finally entering the park, your senses are overloaded by the smell of buttered popcorn and sugar, and the amplified screams and laughter of everyone else at the park. Today felt like one of those easy days. Just a couple of the more relaxed rides and maybe a look at the other types of attractions till the firework show later in the evening. Maybe it was finally time to go back to the carnival area. 

“Well. Well. Well. Look what we have here.” 

The thick southern drawn slithers up your back like the snake the shadow behind you was. You watch from the silhouettes on the ground as its arm reaches over your shoulder, the handle of a shovel keeping you from going anywhere anytime soon.

“Well I'll be- I knew I could recognize that pretty head of hair from any angle. And here I was thinkin' these weary eyes of mine were foolin’ me.”

“Hello, Farmer.”

The farmer chuckles, voice fluid as  molasses and course as gravel. They step in front of you, twirling the rubber tool before planting it in the cracked concrete for support as they lean on it. They lift their head high so they’re able to see you past the rim of their sun hat and the tip of their beak.

“Howdy, there. Ol' friend.” 

Farmer Crow was the periodic villain of the park. A foul tempered soul, who hunted after the main characters for stealing their supplies. A lot of people sympathize with the crook for this reason, though their original methods for getting rid of the crew were – quite harsh.

The farmer was mostly humanoid and leaned slightly more towards scarecrow than anything with burlap skin and straw coming from the sleeves of their flannel shirt. The upper half of their face was fashioned after a regular crow with a long beak and black feathers. The shovel they carried was once a scythe, but after an accident that resulted in a young boy losing his eye, a petition was created to have it changed. 

“I missed ya dearly. Couldn’t catch a wink of sleep without seeing that face of yours. Here. On the house. As a welcome back present” They palm the breast pocket of their shirt and extend their hand, a small pin resting in their gloved palm.

It depicts the character Serenity offering the grumpy farmer a bouquet of roses. She had always been a neutral figure in the group, baking pies and other goods for them all to enjoy. You met the character at the themed restaurant in the park, and she was as sweet as her desserts. She even snuck you an extra treat on those days when you weren't feeling like yourself.

“A special gift fer a special friend. Long as you stay away from that darned rabbit, and all the other troublemakers we can be pals.” Farmer Crow readjusts their grip on their tool. Their tone is quiet, almost hesitant as they continue. “We are pals, ain’t we?”

“Course. Thank you, Crow.”

You take the pin from them. As you do, a group of kids runs up to them for an autograph. One of the older teens bumps right into you and just keeps running ahead. Strange. Farmer Crow grumbles something under their breath, but faces the crowd; body still angled towards you. You wave. 

“I'll catch up with you later, Crow. Try not to murder anyone.”

“I'll try…” 

Continuing ahead, you barely make it ten steps before another person is running up to you.

“Hey, Y/n! Wait up!”

The male catches his breath as you stop, standing to full attention now that your focus is solely towards him. He turns slightly so you can get a good look into his good eye; his right lidded and iris milky.

“You- Whew. Dropped this.” He holds out your phone to you. You slap your hand against the pocket it was held in, unaware of its absence until then.

“Crap. When did that happen? Thank you so much, Atlas.” You return your phone where it belonged. What would you do without this man? A newer hire, but one of the most helpful park employees you had met to date. He helped you out on those scarily frequent occasions you lost your phone or your keys, sometimes driving you home when the shuttle didn’t show. It was honestly no surprise really that he became head of security in such a short time.

Atlas waves off the praise. “It's nothing, Y/n. Just helping out a friend is all. Everything else okay? Need a chaperone around the park? Someone to take you home later?”

“Nah, I'll be fine. I think I’ve been coming to the park long enough to know my way around.”

Atlas looks a little down, but quickly picks himself back up. “I understand. If you need anything, you got my number and I'll be in the back checking the cameras for your every move.”

Realizing his error, the guard backtracks. “N-not that I’m watching you specifically! I meant it like I'll be watching out for everyone, but you especially. Cause I care about you and all.”

Atlas fakes a laugh. “I probably said too much, huh? I'll get out of your way for now. Talk to you another time.” 

The guard politely excuses himself; retracing his steps just to make sure you have his contact information including an email and back up phone. He leaves you to your business and with no further interruptions you go about your day. Getting on your rides of choice, exploring the on-plot museum and trying out some of the seasonal treats. You even meet back up with Ell at one point to fulfill her previous requests. You wonder about blissfully unaware to all the eyes that follow you; a mix of human, faux, and from behind the lens of a camera. 

As the day draws to an end, you finish your trip by sitting on the ledge of the fountain in the middle of the park and watching the fireworks. It was the central hub of the area, giving attendees easy access to all the different junctions. Small droplets of water sprinkle the back of your shirt as the fountain recycles its stream, but you don't mind. Vibrant flashes of color bead across the sky, blinding you momentarily from their brightness and the sheer wonder of it all. If there was one thing you could never get tired of – it was this. With the fireworks soon coming to an end, you stand up. Where did everyone go?

A sharp whistle pierces through the loud booms.

 You look around.

There’s a short breath, before another whistle. The sound stops for a solid five seconds, and then another.

It continues longer this time. You’re able to trail it back to your left, towards the circus themed corner of the park. Your breath quickens. 

Standing right beneath the sign was an all too familiar, buck toothed face. He waves his arm in your direction, drooping ears swaying with the motion. They looked longer than the poster's pictured them to be – every part of him did. 

“Ruthie?”

The hare nods, beckoning you towards him with a finger. You haven’t seen him in ages. While his face was still plastered everywhere, the mascot himself had been retired from walking about for reasons even you didn't know. He points over to the large circus tent at the back of the park, forming a heart with his thin fingers. 

“I can't come with you. The park is going to close soon.”

His arms fall to their sides. He stomps his foot before pointing again. Seeing you won't budge, he steps forward. He moves as though an unseen weight is dragging his body to the ground, dragging the left side of his body forward. Paralyzed by fear, you remain glued to your spot as he nears. The fur around his mouth glistens with a dark substance. As he stands over you, you shut your eyes, fearing the worst. It's only when you hear the mascot shuffling away that you open them.

In your lap is a napkin with two, mug shaped candies nestled in it. Ruthie's favorite. Beneath the sweets are three words.

Some-bunny likes you.

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I wanted to ask you if Batgirl is in love with anyone? Since in the drawing you made of if Batgirl were Robin you can see how she has a crush on Nightwing, and if Batgirl does have a crush on someone I would love to see the reactions of the Batfamily😈

Yes, Batgirl does have a love interest in her canon story!

She actually fell in love with Nightwing when she first time she came to the batfamily. She's the type of girl who believes in love at first sight. So, when Dick rescued her on one of her missions, she was like, "Yep, he's the one." Because of this, she tries to make him like her back.

But, you know how Dick is. He does NOT fall for young girls. It took him a lot of time to make batgirl know how he's not interested in her and why it wasn't okay for her to be in love with him. Luckily, she finally lets go of her feelings for him.

Then, she started to go after other boys around her age.

After a long time of searching, batgirl finally found her official love interest.

All you should know about him is that his full name is Mitch Sterlingwood. He's basically an heir of one of the rich families in Gotham who fell for batgirl over time. I don't have an official design for him, but don't worry, it'll come very soon, along with other character designs for the my Batgirl series!

Now, for your question about the batfam's resctions...

Quick note! My batgirl story and the yandere stuff are different things! None of them are connected to each other! So, right now, we're doing my canon batgirl story!

Bruce would be suspicious of Mitch at first, but careful at the same time. He knows that the young boy is from a rich family which is why he needs to keep the status part safe. Is that how rich families work? Anyway, then, he would be supportive of her decisions, but he would also make sure her boyfriend won't do anything to hurt his daughter.

Dick would be proud of her moving on from him and finding the one who she truly loves. He's 100% supportive of her and her new boyfriend. He would even try to bound with Mitch.

Barbara would actually be happy for her. She would ask how the date went after she came back home. She's more likely glad that batgirl doesn't have feelings for Dick anymore.

Jason won't know or care that much since he's not around most of them, but he would just wave at Mitch and walk away to continue his thing.

Tim would be like Bruce, but he would quickly accept Mitch. He would ask him a lot of questions about his own life, though that makes batgirl quickly pull him away from her brother.

Steph would be excited to meet Mitch. She would start off by shaking his hand and hugging him tightly before she would ask him tons of questions along with Tim. Finally, she would stop as she took a picture with him and batgirl before sending them off to their date.

Cass would be polite and happy to meet him. She would wave at him with a smile before she patted him on the head and told him to enjoy the date with batgirl. Mitch would be confused by her actions.

Duke would be glad to meet Mitch. He would ask if he would like to go for a round of basketball with him before going on the date. After all of that, the poor boy would be out of breath and sweating. Batgirl would scold Duke for a bit before they leave for their date.

Damian would open the door for him as he eyes him up and down. He wouldn't do anything except stare at every movement Mitch made before he was going to walk out with batgirl. When she leaves, Damian pulls Mitch aside and tells him, "If she comes back crying, I will find you and deal with you myself."

Alfred is the most polite one out of all. He would greet the young boy before offering him some tea and small biscuits. Then, he makes small talk with Mitch before batgirl comes down. The old butler might scold some of the batfam members for trying to scare the young Sterlingwood away.

Selina would also be polite as she basically just asks Mitch some questions about his life for... certain reasons. This would leave him wondering why she wants to know how much jewelry his mother has.

Kate would have some small talk with Mitch about what would happen if he or batgirl was in danger. She would remind him to always protect his girl because right now, she's the valuable one in his life. She's just being a supportive aunt as she should be.

Azrael would simply just sits him down on a chair and make him look into his eyes. Mitch would get nervous before he feels his finger on his chest. "Don't try to do anything stupid. I'll always be watching you." This leaves the boy shaking before batgirl walks over to see what's wrong.

Harper would laugh and ruffle Mitch's hair like how she does to her younger brother, Cullen. Then, she would show him some cool gadgets she made that make him a bit interested as well.

So, basically, they would either make him feel at home or traumatize him.

[cunty-pink-porsche]

which fe drivers are the best at mcc games?

obviously inspired by @akantonelli ’a amazing f1 version of this post. here is my even more niche fe rendition.

ace race: mitch who always has to mute and deafen and complain to his chat. you would think he’s doing bad if you’re just listening to him but he has the record for most of the maps

battle box: jev is crazy at this and can adapt to all the different kits and maps. antonio knows this and almost always wool-rushes his team.

tgttos: pascal is the most consistent. edo nails terra swoop force every time. andre punches people a lot.

survival games: resident cod addict dan is really good but sweats too much. one time he got teamkilled (lava’d) by sergio and ragequit, missing the rest of the tournament. sergio was laughing the entire time.

buildmart: seb can be very good at it if people let him micromanage them. cass is a very fast builder and can definitely win with him but finds it way too funny to rile him up instead.

parkour tag: ollie rowland is a good hunter, sacha is a good runner and also makes good calls

parkour warrior: jake hughes is pretty good at the new format

gridrunners: it took a while for antonio to learn the game but once he did he is great. however if he gets stuck on something he might opt to just do bits with norman instead.

sands of time: robin is the best sandkeeper and pascal is a good runner. they work well together also.

meltdown: max is very good with the bow and can lead a team to victory if they cooperate

sky battle: nick cassidy thrives amongst the chaos. he once wiped out two teams with a creeper while laughing maniacally

bingo but fast: jake dennis figured out that you could pvp and dominated the game. then they turned off pvp.

hitw: nyck is cracked at this but everyone complains that he’s cheating (sometimes it bugs out and he benefits from it, what can I say)

rocket spleef: sam is obviously good (sorry) but edo is better at the extremely fast paced maps

bonuses:

jake hughes sweats petting the cats in the lobby

lucas is always commenting on the game design and once ranted about buildmart for 5 minutes straight until jake dennis left the call

andre started appearing on the admin streams and predicted jev to be the first b2b winner

ollie rowland was on track to beat the point record once and then his internet died

stoff used to be able to rig the audience vote until they changed the system to least votes

cass loves to sing along to the music, much to his teammates’ dismay

[mj-iza-writer]

Sp Special Containment Part 11

If you are new to the story or need an update for how the story is going, please use the hashtag SP Special Containment. I hope you enjoy. -MJ

Andy peaked into Aramais's room.

"Hey the Director is here to talk to you. Are you okay with that?", Andy eyed Aramais, "keep your slippers on your feet."

"I won't throw them", Aramais laughed as he sat up on the bed.

The Director came in, "yes I'd rather not have those thrown at me, thankyou."

"I wont throw them", Aramais sighed, "so whats going on now."

"Well we may be getting another human weapon in the facility", the Director sighed, "I'm just checking to make sure everyone is okay with that. I've had a lot of meetings already. You three are my next meetings."

"I wanted to go to each of you individually if that's okay, that way you can ask your own questions and voice concerns", the Director leaned against the table.

"Who?", Aramais questioned.

"Mitch", the Director stated in annoyance, "I heard back from my higher ups, they said to destroy him. I can't bring myself to do it. So we are going to try our best to make it work. I just wanted to know what you three thought before I moved forward with this."

"Does what we think make a difference? You'll probably do what you want anyways", Aramais frowned, "didn't you say you didn't want him?"

"I did, and yes your opinions will be taken into account mostly on how we will protect you three from him", the Director smiled, "this will be a trial run, Cass says he is open to being the caregiver."

"Cass?", Aramais looked at Andy.

Cass watched nervously from the monitor room, Aramais was the weapon that intimidated them the most.

"Yes Cass. Is that okay?", the Director looked at Andy as well.

"I have two conditions before I say okay", Aramais sighed an looked back at the Director.

"Yes, let me write these down", the Director flipped a paper over.

"Mitch is to stay far away from Whumpee until I, me", Aramais pointed at himself, "say it's safe, Mitch could easily pretend to be good, until the guards are dropped, then target Whumpee again. This coincides with my second condition, do not trust Mitch alone with Cass. Words are easy to believe..."

The Director cut in, "they may be a junior, but I think they are ready..."

"Do not interrupt me", Aramais glared, "I do not care about Cass's age or rank. I know they can do it, but I also know more about Mitch's training than any of you. We are trained to be sociopaths, and you need to know the signs. Mitch can be a narcissists and twist his way into all of you trusting him. Whether Cass can do it is on them, but you need to watch Mitch."

Cass sighed in relief, they expected Aramais to be completely against them doing this. 'Why is he okay with this?', Cass thought to themself.

"I can agree to these", the Director nodded, "I'd appreciate any help you can offer as you are right, there is a lot I don't know about you guys yet."

Aramais nodded, "okay, I'm fine with him staying."

The Director came into the monitor room with Andy.

"Can I go in there with Aramais really quick, by-by myself?", Cass looked at them both.

"That's fine", they both smiled.

Cass went to the door and was buzzed in.

"What now.. oh", Aramais looked over at the door.

"Hey, I was um in the monitor room... I'm sorry", Cass looked down.

"I kind of figured", Aramais sat up again.

"I've had to fight tooth and nail for this position, everyone saying I'm too young or other things, and that I can't do it. I was expecting you to say the same, and I would have honestly respected your opinion more than any of them", Cass felt like their heart was going to explode.

"Cass, you need to relax before your heart jumps out of your chest, and I get blamed", Aramais looked at Cass with concern.

"I'm sorry, I'm truly terrified of you over any of the others", Cass admitted.

"I know you are", Aramais grinned, "you don't have to be though. I'm not going to do anything, Andy would withhold my slippers from me if I did", Aramais laughed lightly, "your age is of little importance to me, and your rank means nothing. If you want to do this, then do it."

Cass smiled and quickly wiped a tear, "thankyou."

"No need to cry", Aramais grinned, "now go on, take good care of Mitch for me."

On the way to Jaimie's room to see if she woke up an alarm sounded.

Several guards ran by.

"What's going on now?", the Director hurried, with Cass, Andy, and Caretaker trailing behind.

"Mitch is freaking out, guards are being called to contain him", a guard stopped.

"Crap", Cass started running for Mitch's room.

"Where are you going?", Andy yelled.

"Mitch needs me", Cass yelled back, "he said he was about to snap, and I totally forgot to tell the Director."

"Kid", Andy yelled as they ran after the guards.

"Buzz me in", Cass commanded the guard.

"I can't he's out of control", the guard turned quickly, "it's too dangerous."

"Just do it, no guards are allowed in unless I can't get through to him. I need to try first."

The Director came in, "do as he says, let's see what happens. I need guards to be ready though."

Cass took a deep breath before going in.

Mitch screamed loudly as the door closed behind Cass. The chair shook violently with him thrashing.

Cass hurried around Mitch to his backpack and pulled out the book they were going to read.

While opening the book, Cass stood in front of Mitch.

Everyone in the monitor room watched in shock while Cass read from a random page in the book.

Mitch continued to thrash in the chair, but stopped screaming after a few sentences.

Cass watched Mitch as they flipped the page.

"Come on Mitch", Cass looked down at the book and started reading more.

"This is taking to long", a guard complained, "we need to sedate."

"Anyone who disturbs them will be fired", the Director spoke over his shoulder, not breaking eye contact with the monitors, "give Cass a chance."

Mitch gasped tiredly as he stopped thrashing. Cass stopped reading as Mitch started to pant.

"Mitch?", Cass stepped closer, "are you there."

"Water", Mitch whispered as sweat dripped from his nose.

Cass quickly grabbed the water and tipped it for Mitch to drink.

"Thankyou", Mitch squeezed, his eyes shut, "I need to get out of this chair, my body is killing me."

"I'm sorry", Cass frowned, "I'm working with the Director right now."

"Work faster, I told you I was about to snap", Mitch hit his head against the back of the chair, "I-I need to get out of this chair", he yelled.

Cass looked at one of the cameras.

"Cass you do not have permission to do it, do not remove the restraints", the Director clicked the mic on.

"I'm not, but his survival mode is being triggered, he's been sitting like this for a week now", Cass pointed out, "it is causing pain, that is not quality care to allow him to be in pain."

The Director sighed, and looked at Caretaker, "they are so much like you in your younger days."

"Okay, if Mitch can give us two days, we will work at having the room they're being transferred to ready", the Director watched the monitor.

Cass looked at Mitch.

Mitch roled his eyes, "fine."

"He says okay", Cass looked back at the camera.

"Can I at least have the head straps off? Give me something to move", Mitch pleaded, "I've been as good as possible, why can't I get a little mercy here."

The Director sighed, "Cass you may remove the forehead strap and chin strap. Mitch don't make me regret that."

"Thankyou", Mitch sighed as the straps were removed. He twisted his head to crack his neck.

Mitch sighed in relief

"Eww, that sounded disgusting", Cass grinned.

"Just wait until you hear my back crack once I get out of this stupid chair", Mitch moved his neck more, "mmm that feels good."

The Director sighed, "there has been way too many problems today", he watched Cass leave the room.

"Cass how did you know what to do?", Andy watched Cass sneak through the guards.

"He said earlier that reading always calmed him, so I though it would help", Cass smiled.

"Hmm", Andy though to himself, "I might have an idea for Aramais, I'll bring it up at dinner."

Jaimie quickly agreed to Mitch staying. Just under the same rule to keep him away from Whumpee.

"I'm glad that was easy", the Director sighed, "I'm not ready for Whumpee though."

"They're next so you better get ready", Caretaker sighed as they entered Whumpee's monitor room.

"Hey Whumpee, the Director is here for a visit, does that sound okay?", Caretaker spoke into the mic.

"Yes", Whumpee smiled.

"Aww look at their smile, now I have to ruin it", the Director sighed, "I'm not talking to Mitch until tomorrow, I'm about done with today."

Whumpee sat up as Caretaker came in, they happily eyed a bag of cookies sticking out his lab coat.

Caretaker grinned, "you caught me already."

The Director came in as Whumpee was opening the cookies.

"Oh good, you have a snack", the Director sighed, "um Whumpee, we need to talk."

"Okay", Whumpee made a concerned look.

"So this was not the original plan. Mitch was supposed to be transferred from this facility, but my higher ups messaged me to do as I pleased with him, but recommended I destroy him. I can't do it, I hate destroying things. I hope you understand, but Mitch is not leaving our facility. I wanted to check in with everyone before I finalize this, you are my last person Whumpee. Are you going to be okay with this?

Whumpee looked at Caretaker then at the Director.

"Uh", Whumpee looked down.

"Even if there is anything I can do to make you more comfortable, name it, and I will work to do it. Mitch will be roomed far away from you and the others. You will not see him until you say it is okay, he won't even be allowed out of his room if you are out", the Director promised, "Aramais and Jaimie have made it clear he is to stay far away from you. Even to the point I need to check with Aramais before that happens, if it happens."

Whumpee searched for words, their mouth felt dry.

"I... I... don't want Mitch to die... but I don't want to know he is near me", Whumpee whispered, "I'm not ready to see him again."

"You absolutely will not have to see him, I promise. There will be scheduled times he is allowed to be out of his room, and you three will be kept in your rooms. The rest of the time he will remain in his room."

"Who is even willing to be his caregiver", Whumpee looked at them in shock.

"Um Cass is stepping up to that role", the Director already knew where this was going.

"Cass?", Whumpee jumped forward.

"Easy Whumpee", Caretaker stepped over to them, "this is going to be a trial run, I truly believe Cass is ready. They will be watched closely by us. You don't have to worry."

"You better watch Cass as closely as possible", Whumpee pleaded.

Cass watched in the monitor room, they gulped.

"Okay, as long as I never have to see them, and you watch out for Cass. I guess it's okay", Whumpee begrudgingly stated.

"Whumpee since he's asking if you want any special favors, maybe you should ask right now", Caretaker whispered.

"Ask me what Whumpee?", the Director looked at them curiously.

Whumpee flashed an embarrassed grin before shoving their face into their pillow.

"Do you want me to ask?", Caretaker grinned.

Whumpee nodded into the pillow.

"Back when Cass was in charge of Whumpee they watched online videos together. Since then Whumpee has been asking for a Squish-um", Caretaker paused.

"Squishmallow", Whumpee mumbled into the pillow.

"Yes that, they look safe. No hard parts or anything. Honestly they're quite cute and soft from what I've seen," Caretaker grinned, "I wasn't sure if we could get Whumpee one to have. They say they want to cuddle with it. They've never had a stuffed toy before."

"We can do that", the Director smiled, "do you know which one you want."

"I've already found the one", Caretaker chuckled, and showed the Director.

The Director chuckled, Caretaker had found a cookie squishmallow.

"That's perfect", the Director nodded, "we'll put in the order for it."

"What one", Whumpee looked up.

"It's a surprise", Caretaker chuckled.

Taglist. As always please let me know if you want to be added or taken off of the list. It's not a problem at all. @villainsandheroes @the-beasts-have-arrived @sacredwrath @porschethemermaid @monarchthefirst @generic-whumperz @bloodyandfrightened @freefallingup13 @notpeppermint @cyborg0109 @idontreallyexistyet @thebejeweledwatercat @painfulplots

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Whumpee's squishmallow

[beesmiley]

growing magic

↳ gale x tav playlist

PROLOGUE

De Selby (Part 2) - Hozier

Dog Days Are Over - Florence + The Machine

Fourth of July - Sufjan Stevens

I miss you, I'm sorry - Gracie Abrams

Paradise - Coldplay

Softcore - The Neighborhood

The Night We Met - Lord Huron

The View Between Villages - Noah Kahan

What Was I Made For? - Billie Eilish

Where's My Love (Acoustic) - SYML

You're Gonna Go Far - Noah Kahan

ACT 1: "i love you. you should never, never doubt that."

A Sky Full of Stars - Coldplay

Electric Love - BORNS

Enchanted - Taylor Swift

First Light - Hozier

Sick of Losing Soulmates - dodie

The Bug Collector - Haley Heynderickx

When the Night is Over - Lord Huron

ACT 2: "i love you too. much more than myself. more even than mystra."

ceilings - Lizzy McAlpine

Fool for Love - Lord Huron

I Bet My Life - Imagine Dragons

Meet Me in the Woods - Lord Huron

Sanctuary - Joji

Somewhere Only We Know - Keane

Sunlight - Hozier

ACT 3: “with you, i forget my goddess. you put the stars to shame.”

BREATHING UNDERWATER - Hot Milk

Chances - Five for Fighting

Family Line - Conan Gray

Gilded Lily - Cults

I Want to Live (Instrumental Version) - Borislav Slavov

Running Up That Hill - Placebo

Unknown / Nth - Hozier

Wash My Dreams Away - Borizlav Slavov

Who We Are - Hozier

EPILOGUE

Evergreen - Richy Mitch & The Coal Miners

Francesca - Hozier

In My Room - Chance Pena

Inkpot Gods - The Amazing Devil

Je te laisserai des mots - Patrick Watson

Lullaby - Smash Into Pieces, Moncho

Make Your Own Kind of Music - Cass Elliot

Work Song - Hozier

Would That I - Hozier

[nick-cassidy]

monaco eprix debrief

[siffs-did-haven]

Helloooo! Hows it going? Could you help me with some gender neutral names? And maybe some pronouns? I'm new to my system and trying to find something that feels right. Thank you so much!

Hi, we have some names and pronouns for you :)

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Cass/Cassie/Casper , Mitch , Isha , Poe , Fia , Aloe , Micah , Angel , Cam , Cal , Vix , Cypher , Lichen , Moss , Fern , Lake , Jackal/Jacky , Vex , Roan

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They/Them , Thxy/Thxm , Ze/Zem , Xe/Xem , Ae/Aer , It/Its , Vy/Vyself

[kikithedreamerwriter]

Welcome all! I’m Kiki, a fellow fanfic writer.

MASTERLIST

POLLS

My Leo OC: Sayuri Mizuno 「水の小百合」

MEET MY OC

OC!SAYURI X BAYVERSE!LEO HCS

My Raph OC: Asa De Leon

MEET MY OC

This is my first Tumblr blog, but I’ve been writing fanfiction for as long I can remember :) Until now, I never had the courage to publicize my work so I’m excited to take on the challenge of putting myself out there, joining a community, and allowing myself to interact with people of similar interests. The Blue Pages is a personal project inspired by Hamato Leonardo from the TMNT 2012 series and Leonardo from the 2014-2016 Bayverse Movies.

A few facts about me

I’m a nursing student.

I love anime (SNK, KNY, FMA, JJK, Studio Ghibli) and reading books (HP, PJO/HOO, Kiera Cass, Dan Brown, Kalil Gibran, Mitch Albom, Khaled Hosseini)

I’m learning Japanese.

🄰🅂🄺 🄶🅄🄸🄳🄴🄻🄸🄽🄴🅂

I mainly write for Leonardo from either the 2012 series or the Bayverse movies in 2014-2016. But I can accommodate other turtles too, (1) given that they are also either from the 2012 series or Bayverse movies and (2) depending on the ask. My turtles are often aged up, 18 or older.

I will write angst and fluff. Sometimes, my writings have suggestive themes (NSFW), but not anything explicit. I will not write smut.

I am only comfortable writing for female OCs.

I accept requests for one-shots, HCs, and reader inserts.

I am in my right to decline asks that I deem inappropriate and uncomfortable for me to write.

I do not accept anonymous asks for security and safety reasons. If you do not want your blog name to be mentioned in your ask, let me know via message. Your privacy is respected in this blog.

The Blue Pages is purely for my own enjoyment, therefore it is not my top priority. Waiting times for asks will vary. I humbly ask for your patience.

Let me know if you want to be tagged in my future posts.

Hate is not tolerated on this blog. It is in your liberty to unfollow it.

Message me for any more questions!

[claire-is-6ft]

bbcan4 would have been an all timer without those damn brothers. Cass, Tim, Nikki and Mitch are some of my favorite bb casting of all time.

[chaossurvives]

If only Jaguar asked Mitch to play wingman, maybe Cass wouldn’t have had to push so hard 🤷‍♀️

[dayables]

Fics I want to write

Tim Drake goes on a world tour for some reason (WE??? Finding himself idk??) Things promptly go wrong. Sort of a oneshot per chapter with an overarching arc about leaving behind the Robin mantle on his own voilition, the recognition that he is rich af and how his ability to make friends wherever he goes is an skill he can use as a vigilante. (Characters to call in would include: Core 4, Nightwing, Pru, Tam for a business adventure specifically, Babs, Cass/Black Bat, Steph/batgirl. ONLY BRUCE if the world is ending/the others are unavailable.)

The batfam play the trolly problem. (Bruce tries to stop the train, so does Damien at first until he sees how Bruce is doomed to fail, Cass tries to untie everyone on the tracks. Jason will always kill 1 less person UNLESS it's a criminal etc... need to work out Tim and Dick.)

Victor comes back to Sydney and Mitch's life. It isn't pretty

June decides to stick with Sydney, as to make sure she's 'safe' from Victor. Turns out she and Victor are lot more simular than they seem.

Serena Clarke character study <3

Scarian 3rd life role reversal

My Hero Detective Midoriya! AU

[catholickedd]

hello!!! um so i had an idea the other day. if you've read my pinned post you know that i'm an aspiring author, and i wanted to practice some short story writing just to get the hang of the setup-payoff cycles. so here's the idea i had - i'm going to write 94 short stories over the next couple of months. one inspired by each song on my spotify playlist. this is going to be the masterpost. here we go

amount completed: 3 of 94

wasteland, baby by hozier - here

autumn by wylder - here

velvet ring by big thief - here

thérèse by maya hawke -

sea, swallow me by cocteau twins -

paint by the paper kites -

sedona by sir chloe -

kyoto by phoebe bridgers -

strawberry blond by mitski -

bloom by the paper kites -

would that i by hozier -

swan upon leda by hozier -

in a week by hozier -

nfwmb by hozier -

fool by frankie cosmos -

evergreen by richy mitch & the coal miners -

candles by daughter -

september by sparky deathcap -

alrighty aphrodite by peach pit -

caroline by lowertown -

jaded by near tears -

poison tree by grouper -

haunt me (x 3) by teen suicide -

the way her hair falls by grouper -

the bug collector by haley heynderickx -

the perfect girl by mareux -

dark beach by pastel ghost -

faerie soiree by melanie martinez -

downtown by majical cloudz -

all your yeahs by beach house -

i don't know by whatever, dad -

gwan by rostam -

the loxian gate by enya -

ophelia by the lumineers -

eat your young (bekon's choral version) by hozier -

francesca by hozier -

no face by haley heynderickx -

rises the moon by liana flores -

washing machine heart by mitski -

all things end by hozier -

through me (the flood) by hozier -

nobody by hozier -

manta rays by chloe moriondo -

unknown / nth by hozier -

like real people do by hozier -

jackie and wilson by hozier -

from eden by hozier -

work song by hozier -

foreigner's god by hozier -

run by hozier -

shrike by hozier -

as it was by hozier -

sunlight by hozier -

dandelion wine by gregory alan isakov -

meet me in the woods by lord huron -

make your own kind of music by cass elliot -

where is my mind by pixies -

pool house by the backseat lovers -

mclean's baby boy by neighbor susan -

space song by beach house -

garden song by phoebe bridgers -

motion sickness by phoebe bridgers -

grandiose by pomme -

je sais pas danser by pomme -

better views by yellow house -

même robe qu'hier by pomme -

ghosting by mother mother -

lent by autoheart -

bron-yr-aur by led zeppelin -

adieu mon homme by pomme -

cause for concern by lovejoy -

willow by taylor swift -

feathered indians by tyler childers -

the last of the honeybees by sam burchfield -

de selby (part 2) by hozier -

the last thing on my mind by tom paxton -

the night we met by lord huron -

ends of the earth by lord huron -

the yawning grave by lord huron -

the moon doesn't mind by lord huron -

sex sells by lovejoy -

perfume by lovejoy -

maine by noah kahan -

white winter hymnal by fleet foxes -

anchor by novo amor -

pale blue eyes by the velvet underground -

i'll be your mirror by the velvet underground -

dinner and diatribes by hozier -

wildflower by beach house -

good old-fashioned lover boy by queen -

bright eyes by art garfunkel -

[tradetobest]

giggly gossip queen willy my fave... i love the idea that he's always just Around doing stuff. like he'll get bored and go ask mitch to give him a ride around the green or he'll go get a smoothie or literally just fuck around in the equipment room at the gym bc he's everyone's fave guy... do you like any willy pairs?? i've always thought it was funny that the person he mostly gets shipped w is (was :') ) his boss.

(willy + woll matching face stickers...)

and YES exactly!! tz is trying so hard to telepathically communicate that they should be together... he comes in late one day and sees that jamie is FINALLY alone at his table and just takes the receipt from jack so he can write his number on it and deliver it to him but while he's putting his little cheque presenter down jamie is looking up at him and saying hi and laughing that this is the first time he's ever not had trevor serving them and that the other guy didn't give him extra pineapple on the rim of his pina colada (trevor IS going to tell jack where to shove it for not giving jamie special treatment but also if jack did that trevor would ask why he was coming onto his crush. the duality of man.) jamie's grandmother comes up and grabs the cheque and is like what's this?? and trevor has to be like uhh oh it's just your account number! sorry i had to copy it down for blah blah. he's so close to giving up until jamie smiles at him when he says bye...

idk if you know who cass holland is but she's a cart girl who is super popular on tiktok!! do you have any ideas as to who would be the cart girl/boy? or would it be a rotational/voluntary thing that sometimes a server is on drink cart duty for the day??

exactlyy willy IS everyones fave…. i dont rlly read any willy pairs if theyre there in a fic ill enjoy them but i dont actively seek anything out 😔 if you have any ideas for that id LOVE to hear them tho

RAGH trevor giving jamie lil like treats and extras for no charge is so real…. trevor can and WILL add weird ass charges to ur account if he doesnt like you but he actively tries to lessen jamies bill and giving him more….. sooo real

i have never heard of cass holland and my course (unfortunately, or i wouldve LOVED that job it seems so fun) didnt have one but i just went and watch some of her tiktoks and. put pretty boy jimmy stu on that cart RN. driving around. smiling prettily at golfers. matthew orders a shot from him and hes like teasing him and brady comes over and he like. blushes and trips over his words bcs hes flustered. YEAH. he has soccer and hockey stickers on his cart and hes living his best life

(OH MY GOD I JUST FOUND THIS SITTING IN MY DRAFTS AFTER SO LONG)

i have a fic in the works abt trevor and jamie’s story and oh my god I AM SO SORRY i totally started responding to this and forgot 😭😭😭