#They make a perfect ten together 🤪🤪🤪

[ushikage-luvr]

🐮: Excuse me, do you happen to be a Nine? Because I am the One you are looking for.

🍛: Yes. Those are our jersey numbers, Ushijima-san.

[chthonicgodling]

AND NOW, FINALLY WRAPPING UP, AN ELYSIUM DRAMA UPDATE‼️

Ft., FINALLY ALL TOGETHER!!!!: Tory! EeL! & Maci!!

[you are: one • two • three • four • five • six • seven • eight • nine  • ten • eleven • twelve • here • fourteen (the end!) ]

Hey so, you know like when you’re living in a palace run by a couple in a very loud open relationship, who have graciously given you room and board and camaraderie for almost two decades, even tho generally you usually find them SO annoying and clingy that for the most part you tend to avoid getting wrapped up in their whole thing… up until you discover they happen to be able to scratch a VERY particular itch that you uhh, really don’t openly share with ANYONE—

So you bite the bullet & (gleefully, consensually) surrender a great deal of pride & dignity solely for sexual gratification, only to discover it turns out their irritating clinginess is… unexpectedly tolerable when it’s all directed at you within this new dynamic, in fact the attention is nearly addicting, & throughout this on/off endeavor they are SO earnest in a way you’re really not used to, like— they say what they think & when they want you they tell you &, all in all they are very direct in the way that they love ALL-CONSUMINGLY, until by the time they earnestly ask you to have a baby with them, something that usually no one EVER wants, you suddenly realize that you’ve BEEN consumed by that overwhelming warmth of love, and— that’s actually not so bad, in fact all of this is nearly too good to be true, & actually, you kindave feel like you could get used to this, maybe.

Except historically - things that are perfect never remain. And pregnancy makes you go a little crazy. Which is surely going to make them shove you away faster. So to avoid any inevitable heartbreak, you shove them FIRST and disappear except... then lo and behold they FIND you, they’re not even MAD at you, they’re even LOOKING AT YOU THE SAME (that unbelievably earnestly loving way), and though you were certain you’d fucked something up again the way you usually fuck things up, the way you’ve fucked SO many things up, instead INSTEAD you find yourself falling asleep in their clingy annoying arms & realizing that you, of all people, trust them more than you’ve ever trusted anyone in your life—

...We’ve all been there, right?

UMMM 💞THANKS FOR FOLLOWING ALONG THIS SAGA OF INSANITY💞 (& why am i writing prose in the captions of my art posts. well. i guess!)

as mentioned Elysium Drama Updates will continue since Elysium Drama DOES continue, but this concludes THIS canon arc. I hope this has been as fun for you as it’s been for me AND CONTINUES TO BE…. I’m so normal about them!!! AHH I have nothing else to say except I’m MCFUCKIN EXHAUSTED AND DELIGHTED TO BE MOVING ON (but chewing on all of these pages in delight, mind you).

.....also bonus 9th slide bc 😒😇 fight me.

stay tuned for… whatever’s next 🤪 (in fact just… more of them LOL) I have two more related doodles but only tangentially. well! Soon! as always the momentous [hiatus'd] @fenixethekid is responsible for Tory & all orange bubbles - EeL/green and MACI and her CHAOTIC PINK are all me! [UNHINGES MY JAW] AAAHHHHHHHHHHH- anyway truly thank yall for following along if you have been <33 this does not end here, of course.,,, time for me to take a nap tho. EeL too. sob snif

[jayden-killer]

DRUGS WON’T HELP YOU.

Paring: Norman Jayden × Fem! Reader

A/N: Hello again! The "4 Heavy Rain days" have started! In these 4 days the events of the game happen. Lately I've seen there aren't much Norman Jayden fics here, and then i thought... "Well, guess I'm gonna be changing it🤪". Special thanks to Carol for giving me the idea I was looking for!!  Also, If you're a Heavy Rain fan, you're in the right place! Enjoy <33

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October 4. 2011.

10 pm.

6, 77 mm.

-Hey, Jayden, always on your own, huh?

The bluish-eyed man turned to me and I was impressed by the amount of calm and patience he had, qualities that were rare nowadays. Norman Jayden, FBI agent, was assigned to the Origami Killer case just like I was, and it had access to a kind of... rivalry I never developed. Up to that point. I did everything I could to tease him, trying to get him off the case and back to Washington, D.C., so I could finally say, "I solved the case!"

With arms crossed, I watched him with those ridiculous sunglasses groped the ground wet by rainwater. I mean, how can you find clues in this rain? And did he have problems finding clues wearing those stupid sunglasses?

-I’m on my own because I can work better on my own- he replied bluntly, without losing patience.

Puff. - Come on, drop the case to me... you won’t find anything if you keep going around the crime scene with those things on your eyes.

- You’re not going to assume my method of working, Detective?

There he was. I clenched my teeth and chewed the inside of my cheek to avoid making a scene. If Lieutenant Carter Blake had heard me, I would have not only had a recall, but a suspension for insubordination. What I would have given to be born with the same patience as Jayden.

-No, Agent Jayden.

—Perfect-he said, without getting upset, and taking a path near the train tracks-try to make yourself useful tonight. Since you haven’t helped much with previous cases in the last two years.

With that, he left me to smoke with rage and tread the sole of my shoe in the mud.

- You’re gonna pay for this, Norman Jayden.

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October 5, 2011.

12 pm.

10, 55 mm

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

The clues from the night before weren’t enough to start making connections. But it wasn’t the right time to give up: Ethan Mars' son had disappeared and biosynthetized to find him, and quickly. Rubbing my eyes, I thought the best thing to do was take a ten-minute break and have a coffee.

Yeah, I could use a coffee.

As I got up from my workstation, I shunned colleagues coming and going from the police station, heading for the break room.

No, I can’t believe it. Even here?!

- Wha... what are you doing here, nerd?- I exclaimed, in a state of shock and despair.

Norman Jayden turned to look at me: a mocking smile appeared on his face and crossed his fingers, bringing them a little below the chin.

- Good to see you, Detective. Destiny wants from now on, until the end of the case, we should work together to end the murders.

I didn’t realize my mouth was wide open in awe, but... me and Jayden working together on the Origami killer case? The worst nightmare in existence was happening right there, right now.

I passed beside Jayden and went straight to the captain’s office to make a complaint about my current situation, slamming the door so hard I didn’t notice the cops' looks outside his office. But what I got was a simple answer like, either you deal with it, or I suspend you from the case.

I couldn’t risk missing out on future credit, so I took it against my will. It was just a few weeks, if not days, right? Then everything would be over.

Jayden stood in front of the office all the time, certainly listening to the furious conversation between me and the captain. Coming out with smoke in my ears, I grabbed the officer by the tie, slammed him against the wall. It won me the curious looks of my colleagues, but that didn’t prevent me.

-The sooner we solve this case, the sooner this torture ends— I let go of his tie, giving him a pat on the head.

Leaving him where he was, I took my things out of my chair and he came out the front door, making it seem like I was letting go.

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December 15, 2011.

8.46 pm.

4, 67 mm.

I didn’t expect to spend my evening sitting at my kitchen table with Norman Jayden, eating sushi and drinking white wine. Yeah. Why?

Things do change.

Since we became partners, he and I started to put up with each other more, after all, it was for the good of the whole community, and for the resolution of the case. But from simple co-workers, we became friends. And yet, part of me really wanted it to be more than a friendship or collaboration between the FBI and the local police department. Norman had turned out to be a nice man in his being, reserved, but funny, and had opened up more and more to me since I had stopped insulting and teasing. Sometimes I would let them out, but it was always very friendly.

—My suspicions go to that cop, Larry or whoever he is... Tomorrow I will do more research to be sure- said Norman, bringing to the mouth a piece of sashimi.

He nodded, drinking a little from my glass. - The situation becomes more intriguing, I admit. Seems like the only one who’s a potential origami killer.

-We seem to be on the right track.

- Special Agent, that’s all because of you- I gave him a light blow on the shoulder and he giggled.

-Eh, all right, Detective.

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December 16, 2011.

3.48 am.

-Norman? What are you doing...

The man was sitting on the floor, a bottle of drug (triptocaine specifically) next to him, and the blood that flowed from the narcs. His hair was disheveled, and his shirt sleeves pulled up. He seemed a little disoriented, and he couldn’t get his legs up, so I grabbed him by the arms. Very carefully, I sat him on the sofa.

-Why weren’t you sleeping?

-Why were you on drugs?

Norman didn’t answer. I handed him a handkerchief to clean the blood that was dripping. One hand made its way through his light brown hair, but he wouldn’t look me in the eye and tell me what was wrong.

-What...

- I found out who the origami killer is.

A break.

-So?

He went to get up from his seat, but collapsed as his legs did not stand.

—Idiot, you’re half done. You don’t go anywhere- I scolded him. I noticed how much he was shaking, maybe it was the effects of drugs. He was agitated, soaked in sweat.

-What was that before?

-Doesn't matt...-

-Tell me what the fuck it was, Norman-

Moments of silence. Norman took a deep breath and spoke.

—When I use ARI, my brain is damaged by the strain it undergoes. And tryptocaine... even if it has beneficial effects, it helps me to overcome this "momentary shock"- he slightly pronounced.

His eyes are dull and he doesn’t have the courage to look me in the face. - It’s not gonna get me anywhere, but it’s my only way to escape the real world.

Words die in my mouth. I don’t know exactly what to say, it’s the first time Norman has confessed something so personal to me. I’m afraid to say something stupid and make things worse, but I can’t keep quiet and look the other way.

- Norman, I... I had no idea.

He shakes his head slightly. - How could you? It’s not your fault.

—Let me finish, please. I don’t want it to get any worse: you need to limit your use of ARI. And triptocaine. Especially ARI. I mean, you got it.

I paused, trying to find the right words to continue. My legs were shaking.

- Drugs won’t help you. But friends will. That’s why I’m here.

I finally got the attention of Norman, who with tired eyes made the effort to look me in the face. I gently laid a hand on his cheek and he seemed to get used to the contact of my warm hand on his cold cheek.

-We’re friends, aren’t we?- I asked, almost impossible to hear.

-Yes- he answered— friends. Only...-

His lips rested on mine. At first I was incredulous, then I realized: I intensified the kiss with passion. My hand was behind the back of his neck, to keep him closer to me, him looking for my other free hand: he intertwined his hand with mine with such a sweetness that it almost made me melt. I realized that all this time how much I was in love with a man who only needed someone to stand by him and show him how good it was to live. Our mouths snapped, trying to give air to our lungs.

- I am here, Norman- I whisper, our foreheads are against each other, -I am here, and I will not leave you.

- Don’t do it, Detective. I couldn't stand it.

- I don’t intend to, Agent.

[daisymae-12]

Bold All That Apply

Thank you for the tag @cha-melodius I had a fun time !! 🌞 includes ramblings because, as usual, I cannot shut the fuck up and I'm an over sharer, sorry in advance 💀

APPEARANCE: i’m under 5’5” // i wear glasses/contacts // i have blonde hair // i prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // i have one or more piercings // i have at least one tattoo // i have blue eyes // i have dyed or highlighted my hair // i have gotten plastic surgery // i have or had braces // i sunburn easily // i have freckles // i paint my nails // i typically wear make-up // i don’t often smile // i am pleased with how i look // i prefer nike to adidas // i wear baseball hats backwards

Ramblings: I used to need glasses 24/7 but I hated them so this year I was over it and just went fuck it and got night contacts so now I need nothing during the day !!! Absolutely LIFE CHANGING. Also I've never dyed my hair but I get a lot of people assuming I have. A friends mum refuses to believe me and straight up accuses me of lying?!?! The other week my SIL asked me where I went to get my hair dyed and I'm like bruh this is my natural colour you've known me for 11 years 💀

HOBBIES AND TALENTS: i play a sport // i can play an instrument // i am artistic // i know more than one language // i have won a trophy in some sort of competition // i can cook or bake without a recipe // i know how to swim // i enjoy writing // i can do origami // i prefer movies to tv shows // i can execute a perfect somersault // i enjoy singing // i could survive in the wild on my own // i have read a new book series this year // i enjoy spending time with friends // i travel during school or work breaks (if i can afford it) // i can do a handstand

Ramblings: I quit my architecture job 5 years ago to be a full time artist/illustrator ✌🏻 (haven't actually been working these last two years because reasons but I'm going to art/create/work again next year woooo 🤪) You know in hindsight maybe turning my hobby into my job isn't all that great 😂

RELATIONSHIP: i am in a relationship // i have been single for over a year // i have a crush // i have a best friend i have known for (more than) ten years // my parents are together // i have dated my best friend // i am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // i have a long distance relationship // i am an only child // i give advice to my friends // i have made an online friend // i met up with someone i have met online

Ramblings: Can't believe I'm saying this but my husband and I only started talking in high school because a mutual friend needed the two of us to FAKE DATE to play a prank on another friend and then we started dating for real 💀 I cannot make this shit up. brb writing a fanfic based on my life 😂

AESTHETICS: i have heard the ocean in a conch shell // i have watched the sun rise // i enjoy rainy days // i have slept under the stars // i meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // i enjoy the smell of the beach // i know what snow tastes like // i listen to music to fall asleep // i enjoy thunderstorms // i enjoy cloud watching // i have attended a bonfire // i pay close attention to colours // i find mystery in the ocean // i enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favourite season 🍂

Ramblings: Surprise surprise I have nothing to say!

MISCELLANEOUS: i can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // i am the mom friend// i live by a certain quote // i like the smell of sharpies // i am involved in extracurricular activities // i enjoy mexican food // i can drive a stick-shift // i believe in true love // i make up scenarios to fall asleep // i sing in the shower // i wish i lived in a video game // i have a canopy above my bed // i am multiracial // i am a redhead // i own at least three dogs

Ramblings: These are really random?? I don't have three dogs but I would like a life-like groundhog statue to put in my garden. My extracurricular activities involve doing whatever my friend is into at the moment. Lately it's been tennis but I've made a lot of excuses so I've managed to escape that so far. (I do have my tennis racquet ready though! so maybe one day!) Now he's into lawn bowls which I'm actually intrigued by so I'm going to go do that next week 🤔

No pressure tags (also fyi you don't need to do the ramblings, i just added that 😂 but if you do I will 100% read it) @myheartalivewrites @heybuddy-drabbles @suseagull04 @cultofsappho @celeritas2997 @14carrotghoul @read-and-write- @gwiazdziarka @purgingmyemotions + anyone else who wants to do this really random tag game LOL

[mlobsters]

supernatural s12e22 who we are (w. robert berens)

i don't usually read the summary on netlix (or elsewhere) but "undying trust" had my brain snap into focus in no time flat.

working with their torturer, whatever man. no worse of an offense than the whole bmol plotline 🤪

SAM I mean, I've read half a dozen purification rituals in the last hour. If we used one of those on – on our blood... DEAN Then what? Revirginize it?

was thinking too about that whole born again virgin episode (9x08) because of course they've done that before!

DEAN You know, it wasn't long ago, I thought we had it made. We saved the world. We got Cass back. We had Mom back. I mean, it wasn't perfect, but still, we had 'em. And now... SAM Now they're all gone. And Mom, what they did to her... I just fell for their company line. Man, I... I saw what they were doing, and I – and I thought, Hunters on that scale, working together... how much good we can do. And once I was in, I... I just followed. 'Cause it was easy. Easier. DEAN Easier than what? SAM Easier than leading.

the relief of letting someone else make some decisions is a big one, if you can do it. the idea of leading feels a little out of left field though since it's basically just him and dean on equal footing and occasionally working with other people? being independent contractors vs employees

SAM Is this how you pictured it? The end? DEAN Oh, you know it's not. I always thought we'd go out like... Butch and Sundance style. SAM Yeah. Blaze of glory.

never not gonna dwell on how dean actually goes out.

good for dean, finally gets to use his boom stick

and good for us, this exchange of looks. surprisingly cute and sweet

and tada look at that our heroes are safe at the last moment all wrapped up in ten minutes. on to next drama, stopping mary from killing jody and the rest of the hunters. old mom not allowed to kill new mom

JODY When she clocked me out of the blue, I thought she was a demon. I had no idea that brainwashing could be so thorough. DEAN Jody, she... I'm so sorry. JODY It's not your fault.

man, i really have come to love jody and her dynamic with them. within the story, bobby obviously played a bigger role for them as a parental figure, but for me kim rhodes is so good at connecting with them and playing up that kind of particular familial teasing/bickering/fondness - she makes me believe that she really is family to them. not just the, we like you, so we're adopting you thing they do with everyone they come across these later seasons.

❤️

samantha smith also doing a job at being creepy killer mary, so serene

TONI The Mary that you know, the good Mary, she's hiding behind impenetrable psychic walls. And I'm afraid these walls... Well, they can't be torn down with grenades. Your mother can't be saved.

if cas could pick out the hallucifer from sam's brain, surely he could fix mary's brain too. especially with a baby lucifer powerup, right. (oh no, come to edit, we're doing it with the power of love!)

WALT Well, damn. ROY We haven't seen you guys since – DEAN Since you killed us. No hard feelings.

awkward. in the flashback they just show them getting both shot in sequence, i'd forgotten they killed sam and then argued over leaving dean alive, decided against it and went ahead and killed him too. 5x16. me thinking is dean glancing at his chest remembering how he got shot 🥲

well sammy's getting a big, "he's a leader" speech

SAM Um, so my – my brother and I, we – we, um... No, you know what? I called you here because people... um, our people, are being slaughtered. And we're next. The British Men of Letters, they came here because they thought they could do our job better than we could. And they hooked us with their flashy gear and their tech. Most of you had the good sense to turn 'em down. I didn't. They said they wanted the same thing we wanted, you know? A world free of monsters. That's not what they really wanted. They want control. They want to live in a world where they can sit in some office and decide who gets to live and who gets to die. And they've killed people. They've killed innocent people just because they got in the way. They think the ends justify the means. But we know better. We know hunting isn't just about killing. It's about doing what's right, even when it's hard. So we go by our gut, right? We play by our own rules, and that scares them. That's why they want us dead, 'cause we're the one thing they can't control.

all right. at least the music wasn't too much. the words though? it's just too much.

SAM I want you to follow me. Take the fight to them. To hit them before they hit us. We go in fast and hard and we fight and we beat them down until they give up or until they're dead. Look, they're well-trained and well-armed. Some of us might not make it back. But we will win. We will take down the bad guys because that's what we do. They're scared of us. Yeah. Good. They should be.

by this second part, i started giggling. so out of nowhere and cliche

and today, we celebrate our independence day or perhaps but the waters receded

my brother in sweat, poor jared. jensen slackin on towel duty. wonder if he struggled with the scene or just that it's a long speech so more time to be sweating visibly

DEAN No, my leg busted up the way it is, I'm no good in a fight. SAM I-I'll take a jacked-up Dean Winchester over any 10 other Hunters any day.

aww, sammy

DEAN Yeah. I saw you. You're ready for this. You show those sons of bitches who's boss.

this separation is a little contrived but okay, not going to complain that we get a nice moment out of it. the very special episode where sam gets to slip into a leadership role and succeed and dean gets to be the proudest brother/partner

DEAN You got this. Come here. You come back. SAM Promise. DEAN Bitch. SAM Jerk.

well that you come back / promise is what made me cry. and wasn't in the copy of the script linked on the wiki (production draft). so thank you to to whoever brought that about

oh no they've deployed a sweet little chunk for sam now i'm really going to cry. also know a conversation that's coming since i've seen gifs of it many times

they made this bmol bed so maybe a big dumb shootout action sequence was the only way to lie in it but it sure is a lot less... compelling, compared to what dean's doing. course, every time we're in the old house with mary (2x20, 5x16) it's in an episode i sobbed my way through. so. that's doing some of the work for them here too

DEAN You lied to me. I was a kid. You promised you'd keep me safe. And then you make a deal with Azazel. Yeah, it saved Dad's life, but I'll tell you something else that happened. Because on November 2, 1983, old Yellow Eyes came waltzing in to Sammy's room, because of your deal. You left us. Alone. 'Cause Dad was just a shell. His perfect wife? Gone. Our perfect Mom, the perfect family... was gone. And I... I had to be... more than just a brother. I had to be a father and I had to be a mother, to keep him safe. And that wasn't fair. And I couldn't do it.

💔

DEAN And you wanna know what that was like? They killed the girl that he loved. He got possessed by Lucifer. They tortured him in Hell. And he lost his soul. His soul. All because of you. All of it was because of you.

(i know this isn't the point, he's just trying to get through to her, but my little hand mentally raises like this was all far beyond any of their control)

DEAN I hate you. I hate you. And I love you. 'Cause I can't – I can't help it. You're my Mom. And I understand...'cause I have made deals to save the ones I love more than once.

trying to think of when he's done it for someone besides sam.

DEAN I forgive you. I forgive you. For all of it. Everything. On the other side of this, we can start over, okay? You, me, Sam. We can get it right this time. But I need you to fight. Right now, I need you to fight. I need you – I need you to look at me, Mom. I need you to really look at me and see me. Mom, I need you to see me. Please.

jensen did good with this one. later seasons he seems to not quite get there as intense with the emotions all the time like he did in early seasons, but he definitely got there in this one. and that was a long speech too

glad we didn't need to face any more redemption arc with torturer lady, killed ignominiously offscreen (ok i had to look up the spelling/definition to doublecheck and realized in my head i had dropped an entire syllable AND listening to the pronunciation had it way wrong. good thing i've never tried to say that out loud lol at best i think i was thinking ig-NO-muss-ly instead of ig-no-MIN-ee-uss-ly)

here at least is a throwdown that i can get behind, we've got many reasons to hate this dude and wanna see dean beat the shit out of him

get him, mary

huh. interesting they had jody kill evil bmol dr hess lady too

! elusive triple hug. sammy's having a real moment

SAM Mom. You don't have to be scared of me. (Sam walks over and hugs Mary. Dean walks over and places a hand on Sam's shoulder) DEAN Glad you're back, man.

no bonus winchester packed hug in this script either

well. that had a lot of good family hurt/comfort for me personally, and pretty light on the hurt. thank you, show. i will take it and jam it all in my pockets.

so are they gonna wrap up lucifer next episode, or is that setting the stage for next season? i have very little idea of what happens in these late-late seasons. vaguely, that a kline descendant is involved. not much more than that

(yikes just scrolled to the top of this post, this is very long)

[biterbones]

You don't have to if you don't want to but could you write something about clowns? 🤪 They're so silly, I love them so much! 🤡

No pressure though🥰

family friendly fun

summary: a girl named lisa explores her love for the circus

cw: 18+, horror, gore, clowns, murder

most kids liked to play with toys or run outside, it's understandable why. losing yourself in the endless, wild void of childhood imagination or rolling around on the grass, soaking up the beautiful sun with those you love most is beautiful. although there are a few kids who don't fit the mold. take lisa for example:

the ten-year old sat in the dark, drawing dramatic streaks of red across her face. she sat upon a small seat of colorful pillows, haphazardly stitched together creating the illusion of throne. all along the side there was a path made of tiny homemade clowns, created with sticks and maroon balls of fluff.

the ominous darkness of her room was cut through by a thin ray of yellow light, illuminating the hundreds of circus posters and advertisements stuck to her wall with moldy tape. lisa's head snapped aggressively towards the intrusion.

"máma, what are you doing here?!" lisa tossed a hankercheif at the woman in the doorway. it landed right on her face obscuring her vision. "i told you not to come in while i'm performing!" she screamed at the top of her itty bitty lungs, the second máma removed the cloth from her face she found an increasingly concerning menagerie of things being thrown at her.

"lisa, stop this! if you keep acting like this, mommy isn't gonna take you to the circus this afternoon!" in an instant she froze, the lampshade in her hands slipping out and hitting the ground. her eyes widened like the saucers decorating her nightstand.

"the... circus?"

"yes, me and your mommy are taking you to the circus this afternoon but only if you behave." lisa slowly lowered herself to the ground, crossing her legs together. her calm, mindful demeanor was contrasted by the flaming fury on her youthful features. máma slowly closed the door, carefully keeping an eye on the menace. doubly checking nothing more is getting thrown at her.

shutting the door behind her katey slowly slid to the bottom, letting her legs go out from under her. her soft afro getting squished up against the wood.

"so... how did it go?" olivia slowly approached her wife.

"terrible, she threw a fucking mirror at me." katey sighed, letting her hands run over her face. tear lines drooping revealing the veins and blood around her brown eyes. "we seriously need to fix her behavior. maybe we could try behavioral therap-"

"no we don't!" olivia shouted, her tone abruptly going from shaky to furious in the blink of an eye. the dichotomy startling katey. "she's perfect the way she is!"

"no she's not, we're not talking about her being non-verbal or having the occasional temper tantrum! she's uncontrollably obsessed with the circus!"

"when we adopted her, we swore to always love her no matter what!"

"i still love her, i just think this behavior is unacceptable!" katey slowly rose from the ground, meeting her wife's eyes.

"she just wants to be a clown, i don't see the problem with it!" katey buried her face in her hands. "our daughter is just passionate about her interests!"

"the fact that you don't want to parent her properly is making all of our lives worse! i can't believe your feeding into her delusions by taking her there!"

"it's not a delusion, children are supposed to have imaginations!"

"you're insane!" olivia took a step back, insulted by her words. "i'm calling dr. wood and we're figuring this out!"

"wait!" katey found herself stopped by a firm yet desperate grip on her wrist. "can't it atleast wait until after the circus? can't we just have one afternoon as a family?"

she stared deep into her wife's cerulean eyes, deep pools swirling with kindness and need. the same eyes that looked into her soul as she asked for her phone number 15 years ago. katey didn't see the woman clearly ignoring their daughters needs, she saw the woman who stood before her on their wedding day. her shoulders heaved as she let out a sigh, relenting.

"fine, only after we visit the circus! lisa needs help."

packing a rowdy daughter and all of her clown supplies was not an easy task but her mom's managed.

[21-roses-a-day]

tagged by @mollyhale <333

rules: bold the ones that are true and tag 15 people to do the same

Appearance i’m over 5’5” // i wear glasses/contacts // i have blonde hair // i prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // i have one or more piercings // i have at least one tattoo // i have blue eyes // i have dyed or highlighted my hair // i have gotten plastic surgery // i have or had braces // i sunburn easily // i have freckles // i paint my nails // i typically wear make-up // i don’t often smile // i am pleased with how i look // i prefer nike to adidas // i wear baseball hats backwards

Hobbies & Talents i play a sport // i can play an instrument // i am artistic // i know more than one language // i have won a trophy in some sort of competition // i can cook or bake without a recipe // i know how to swim // i enjoy writing // i can do origami // i prefer movies to tv shows // i can execute a perfect somersault // i enjoy singing // i could survive in the wild on my own // i have read a new book series this year // i enjoy spending time with friends // i travel during school or work breaks // i can do a handstand

Relationships i am in a relationship // i have been single for over a year (been single my whole life) // i have a crush // i have a best friend i have known for ten years // my parents are together // i have dated my best friend // i am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // i have a long distance relationship // i am an only child // i give advice to my friends // i have made an online friend // i met up with someone i have met online

Nature i have heard the ocean in a conch shell // i have watched the sun rise // i enjoy rainy days // i have slept under the stars // i meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // i enjoy the smell of the beach // i know what snow tastes like // i listen to music to fall asleep // i enjoy thunderstorms // i enjoy cloud watching // i have attended a bonfire // i pay close attention to colours // i find mystery in the ocean // i enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favourite season

Misc. i can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // i am the mom friend (i feel like i am XD) // i live by a certain quote // i like the smell of sharpies // i am involved in extracurricular activities // i enjoy mexican food // i can drive a stick-shift (i have my driver license, learned this way but it doesn't mean i know HOW to drive also i'm afraid of driving) // i believe in true love // i make up scenarios to fall asleep // i sing in the shower // i wish i lived in a video game // i have a canopy above my bed // i am multiracial // i am a redhead // i own at least three dogs

Tagging: do it if you would like to 🤪

[pantherxrogers]

PART 3 - Two Years Later

A/N: Thank you to everyone who’s been reading. Jamal finally makes an appearance! (Hence the GIF) This chapter is kinda short, but the band is getting back together soon. 🤪 Next chapter, I want to give some background on Oscar and Turner!reader ‘s relationship. Thoughts? 👀

Tagging: @chaneajoyyy @cynthetic @lively-disrespect @vloggerparker @melaninmarvel If you want to be tagged, let me know!

Friday is y/n’s designated grocery shopping day. Normally, Oscar would come with her to help, but he has been napping all afternoon. Y/n didn’t have the heart to wake him. He looked so relaxed on the couch, so she pressed a kiss to his forehead and headed to her SUV.

Instead, she drove over to Freeridge and picked up her little brother, Jamal. The grocery store was only a few minutes away from her parent’s home, so they arrived pretty quickly.

“Hey, push the cart! I’m not paying you for nothing.”

“Girl, you’re not paying me at all. I’m only here because you decided to go to the sketchiest grocery store in town by yourself,” Jamal joked with his older sister, “Should’ve brought Spooky with you.” Y/n scoffed at the nickname and pinched her brother’s side, which prompted an over-dramatic groan.

She smiled at the noise. Jamal is literally her best friend, and she loves spending time with her little brother. He might not admit it, but he wouldn’t rather be anywhere else.

“Whatever, it’s the closest,” Y/n ignored his whining and looked down at the list she’d written down.

“No, no, no, new aisle, new aisle,” Jamal grabbed the back of his sister’s shirt and pulled her back.

“What?” Y/n looked up and immediately knew what was up. Right there in the makeup aisle stood Jasmine, with a very bored Ruby next to her.

She made direct eye contact with Jasmine. Well, too late now.

“Y/n, oh my gosh girl! What are you doing here?” Jasmine let go of Ruby’s hand to give the older girl a hug. Y/n was in a state of shock before she tightly hugged Jasmine back and smiled at Ruby over her shoulder.

Without even looking at her brother, y/n knew he was avoiding all eye contact with Ruby.

She pulled away from Jasmine and nudged her younger brother. Little did she know, Jasmine did the same thing to her boyfriend.

“Hey.” Both Jamal and Ruby spoke at same time. Y/n picked up on the awkward silence that followed and did her best to keep the conversation going.

“Ruby, come here! How have you been?” Y/n pulled the younger boy in for a hug. She hadn’t seen this kid in so long.

“We’ve been good. How’s life outside of Freeridge?” Ruby skipped the small talk and got straight to the point. Y/n smiled uncomfortably before Jasmine interjected.

“If you decorated, I’m sure the house is beautiful,” Jasmine smiled warmly. The wheels started turning in y/n’s head. This is her chance.

“You guys should come by and see it! Oscar can cook something for all of us!” Jamal cleared his throat behind her.

“Oh no, we wouldn’t want to impose,” Ruby spoke up, grabbed Jasmine’s hand and attempted to walk away. Jasmine stood firm.

“That sounds awesome, y/n!” Jasmine smiled and forced her boyfriend to stay put.

“Perfect how does this Sunday sound?” Y/n grinned at the couple.

“We’ll see you soon! Just text me the address,” Jasmine have y/n a tight hug, Ruby waved, and the couple was on their way to finish shopping.

Y/n and Jamal shopped in silence, but as soon as they got in the car, he let her have it.

“That was some stunt you pulled back there! Those were the most awkward ten minutes of my life!!” Y/n rolled her eyes.

“Jamal, it was two minutes at the most,” she answered him. She was unfazed by his ranting at this point in their lives.

“Whatever!! If you think I’m coming to that dinner on Sunday, you’ve got another thing coming!” Jamal yelled back.

“I didn’t even think of that! What a great idea!” Y/n spoke to her brother as they pulled up to their parent’s house. Jamal rolled his eyes and fumbled with the car door.

“Drive over at 3! We’ll be waiting for you!” Y/n waved and drove away before he could say anything else.

Pulling into the driveway, y/n called Oscar to ask for help with unloading groceries. She was so ready to tell him about her plan for Sunday. But, he didn’t answer his phone. Weird. She walked into the house, but he was nowhere to be found. Beginning to get a little nervous, she walked through the living room. Empty. Then, the kitchen. Empty, but she noticed a sticky note on the fridge. It was placed right next to a polaroid of Oscar and Cesar from a few years ago. It written in Oscar’s handwriting.

“Went to see Cesar. Be back soon.”

As much as she wishes it didn’t, that note made y/n nervous. So many things could go wrong. Cesar has a temper now. All the Santos would be hanging around the place Cesar called home, which isn’t a healthy environment for Oscar, let alone a safe one. Well, the only thing left to do now is to trust her husband’s judgement.

Actually, there’s one more thing to do.

Y/n whipped out her phone and texted Monse.

“Dinner on Sunday? We’ll be eating around 3. 😘”

[chthonicgodling]

THE NEXT ELYSIUM DRAMA UPDATE- AND, as promised in the previous update post - WE’VE ENTERED A NEW SETTING??!!

[you are: one • two • three • four • five • six • seven • here • nine • ten • eleven • twelve • thirteen • fourteen (the end!) ]

featuring! Libby - letting these two cantankerous morons go after her adopted mom without any supervision lmfao bye guys good luck. In these next pages she’s outtie now; Chal - cantankerous moron number one; Bel - cantankerous moron number two

Oh Bel! Yknow Bel! the all knowing mindreader! Usually very stoic and wise……..when standing next to Chal but please note that means the bar is on the fucking floor. Bel is also literally the God of Subconscious Thought aka rash and stupid decisions.

[HEY BY THE WAYYY Bel & his blurple bubble text here and to come belongs to hiatus'd @fenixethekid who is thusly responsible for some of my favorite fucking lines coming up in the next few posts 🥰🤪]

the recap: the TaKi Fuego Disappearance Event, Tory and Maci have established a gushy sort of relationship with Loki which was perfect until Loki, pregnant!!panicked and fled. The desperate search continues!

Obviously this is most delicate of situations. Seeing as Loki left Tory’s arms mid-meltdown in a flurry of emotion while heavily pregnant, very on edge, AND FAMOUSLY NOT THE MOST APPROACHABLE WHEN GOING THROUGH A MENTAL CRISIS HA HA - it’s imperative that the most sensitive of palace residents are sent after him to tenderly cradle him gently back without making the circumstances worse! It’s utterly crucial that—

[checks notes]

….or uh

……just send these two, who together have all the tact of a wrecking ball. maybe a wrecking ball graffitied with the word Fuck all over it. Great!

💀💀 And so Elysium’s Power Couple(LOOOOL IN THEIR DREAMS) Chal and Bel are on the case and out on an adventure!

…eeeyeah good fucking luck getting your fake boyfriend back Maci and Tory.

I am now SO PSYCHED TO GET TO SHARE SPECIFICALLY THIS AND THE STRING OF CHALBEL CHAOS COMING UP NEXT!! Is Loki even in the pocket voids in the first place?! Could this go anywhere other than terribly wrong and worse??? Is the phrase “overtly malicious” not the funniest fucking thing for some reason lmao???

We’ll just have to see! stay tuned!! Chal/Libby and their gray/red bubbles are mine, Bel in blurple is Fenixe's!