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writersrealmbts · 6 years ago

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Protect Them-Hybrid AU: Part 10/Finale

Description: Safe with Me Sequel! You work two days a week teaching kids the joys of learning and reading, your favorites being the triplets. When the triplet’s adopted older brother is the one that starts picking them up, you’re not sure what life just handed you but you’re pretty sure it’s just another little slice of heaven. Hoseok x Reader.

Warnings: I don’t even know, if you do, let me know and I’ll change the warnings.

Posted: 02/27/2019

Tags: Hybrid!au, hybrid!Hoseok, Safe With Me Sequel

Angst with fluffs: 2,016 words

A/N: We’re here. The end of this particular arc of the series. I still have a holiday request to fulfill (I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, but I didn’t know how the story was going to go and it would have messed up my ability to finish the story) for Hobi and reader, but that might be a while. I’m also working on finishing up a story I’ve had in my drafts for a while that didn’t go quite like I planned, but it should be fun. I’ve been pretty focused on editing and posting Army Medics on Ao3, so I haven’t done much in the way of some of my WIPs. Also, we got three feet of snow this past weekend, so there’s even more snow than before. My car was buried. Anywho: Thank you everyone who has read it and given me feedback, thanks for the likes, the comments, everything. I’m sorry it took so long for me to finish this series (I posted the prologue on Oct. 5th and the first part on Nov. 14th), but thanks for sticking with me for the journey! I love you all.

“Are you sure?” “Yeah. I’m sure. I mean, it’s a nice place and it’s actually not far from here. There’s a bus I can take to get to work, which will give me time to read.” You smiled down at the baby in your arms. “They’re adorable, Emma.” “I know.” She grinned down at her son, Jaehyun. “Is Aimi asleep?” “Yeah, she is,” You replied, setting her into the cradle before looking at Emma. “I should get going.” She set Jaehyun next to Ami, smiling as they curled into each other with soft, puppy-like sounds. You made a soft sound. “That’s adorable.” “Isn’t it? I missed when the triplets used to do this,” She lightly brushed their heads, then sat back and looked at you. “Have you talked to Hobi?” You shook your head. “No.” She nodded a little, tucking your hair behind your ear. “Are you going to?” You looked at your hands in your lap. “I…I don’t know.” She didn’t say anything more, simply rubbing your arm in a comforting manner. You looked up as Jungkook knocked lightly on the doorframe. “Hey, your bag is in Hobi’s car because he’s insisting on driving you.” You took in a deep breath, then nodded. “Okay, thank you.” He nodded, hesitating in the doorway before disappearing into the hallway. You got up and stretched. “Oh, time for another few hours of torture.” She laughed softly. “Don’t be so melodramatic. This give you the chance to talk to him. If it doesn’t go well, call me. Okay?” You nodded and hugged her. “Thank you for everything, Emma.” She hugged you tightly, then released. “I’m so glad you’re better.” “Well, as much as I can get better, yeah.” You sighed, smiling. The doctors said it was likely that now that they had started, you would continue to have seizures, probably for the rest of your life, and your vision in your left eye still fluctuated between blurry and blind, but your leg was fully functioning now. You were still not allowed to run and it still got tired long before your other did and would get sore, especially at night, but you could put weight on it and move. The triplets all nuzzled into your neck at once when you went to hug Nari goodbye first, causing you to laugh softly. “Why are you leaving?” Minsu asked, rubbing his cheek against your shoulder since Kaemon was blocking your neck. “Because I have to go back to living in my own place now that I’m all better,” You told him, pressing a kiss to his cheek, which prompted the other two to whine for kisses as well. Adorable. “But I like you being here,” Nari said. “Everything is good! I have a baby sister, and I have you and Hobi, and Eomma and Appa!” “And a baby brother,” You added. “I already had brothers, now I have a sister!” She said dramatically. “Be excited about both. Just think about it, one more kid to play with. You love your brothers.” She grinned at them. “I do.” Minsu giggled and playfully tackled her to the ground, rubbing his nose against hers. “You better.” Kaemon flopped on top of both, earning groans and giggly protests. Jin chuckled, watching them carefully from a distance. “Lunch is ready, pups.” “Food!” Minsu cheered. “Get off me! There’s food!” “He’s asleep. Again!” Nari let out a dramatic groan of disbelief. You laughed at their antics, standing and receiving the hugs from Jungkook, Jimin, and Jin. “I’ll see you on Monday,” Jin said, patting your shoulder. “It really was a pleasure having you with us. Don’t be a stranger.” “I’ll try not to be,” You answered, smiling and walking toward the door. Hoseok waved to his family, then followed you out. You two were almost to the summer house, your sister having left everything to you, when you finally broke the heavy silence. “I could’ve taken a taxi,” You started. He shook his head. “I won’t feel comfortable unless I know you’re okay.” “Right, because you feel responsible for me after seeing me get hurt,” You murmured, looking out the window. Anywhere but him. It was quiet again. “Wha…whe…” He made a couple more sounds like he wanted to ask a question before falling silent after a quiet and meaningful, “Oh.” You wouldn’t even look at him after he had parked in front of the house. He just sat in the drivers seat as you got out and went to the trunk to get your bag. You knocked on the trunk and he seemed to flinch before moving and popping the trunk, quickly getting out of the car. You carried the bag inside, even though you could sort of tell that he wanted to carry it for you. But you weren’t hurt anymore. He followed you inside. You set the bag on the couch and gestured around. “There. Happy? I’m safe.” He looked at you with surprise. “Y/n…can I talk to you? Sit with me?” “We sat in silence the whole ride, and you want to talk now?” He nodded, coming over and taking your hand, guiding you to sit beside him. “In the car, you said something about me feeling responsible for you after seeing you get hurt.” “I was just—” “Repeating what I said, that day in the bathroom back when you first got hurt. The day you were sick. I told you that.” He nodded. He seemed nervous. “I told you that my instincts went crazy after seeing you get hurt, and having your blood on me from carrying you to the hospital. But there was more to it. Sure, that’s enough to make a hybrid protective and attached…but when that happens and it’s someone that you like…really, really like…as in…romantically…well, it’s about ten times worse.” “Why are you—” “Not yet. Just, listen. Please. Hybrids can generally tell from a few interactions if someone they’re interested in could be a potential mate. We fall in love quickly. Easily. I’m not an exception. And seeing you that first day, with the kids? And then every time I saw you again…I got there early that day because I was hoping I could talk to you before your shift ended. Then the tornado, and the way you protect the kids. Risking yourself, getting hurt and then rubbing yourself on me so that hte kids wouldn’t notice my fear scent as much…” He was smiling warmly. “How could I not love someone as kind and caring as you?” Holy. Crap. You stared at him, unable to think of a proper response. “Then you got hurt. The guilt I felt…the anger…I couldn’t protect you, or keep you safe, because we were both trying to protect the kids and that led to you getting hurt and it killed me. Because I had to choose and I wanted to choose you, but it was too late and I knew that I would never be able to forgive myself if the kids…and you were so alone…” He was starting to get a little fragmented. “I know you think caring for you was burdensome and unflattering, but honestly, I’ve never really been happier because I got to be close to you and try and help you get better. And you did. And while there were times when you were discouraged you always put up a cheerful front for the pups and…taking care of them with you that week that all that crazy stuff happened was honestly the best week of my life because I got to pretend that we were really together, that they were our kids and we were in love and I had to tell you that I love you because if I don’t I think I might go crazy.” You blinked rapidly at him. “I love you. I love your stubbornness and compassion, and the way you sleep is adorable.” He was holding both of your hands. You weren’t even sure if you were blinking anymore. “Please tell me you aren’t having a seizure while I’m explaining all of this because I might cry if you are.” “I’m not,” You said softly, finally dragging your gaze from him to try and process everything. “That punk.” “What?” “Jungkook. He couldn’t have just said that I was being stupid and that you liked me too. I’ve been driving myself crazy, over something I could have had months ago because of you and your stupid explanations about hybrids and their sense of duty,” You hit him with a couch pillow. “Are you kidding me?! Do you realize, I’ve been tearing myself apart inside thinking that you, the most amazing man I have ever known, saw me as nothing more than your patient and that I would never stand a chance with you. I stopped almost every fantasy, I shunned every niggling idea of something more because…” You let out a shout of frustration. “I love you too, idiot.” He grinned and pulled you to him, lips pressed to yours in a kiss that you wouldn’t forget anytime soon. He had to be a god. “So much better than I thought it would be,” He murmured, kissing you several more times afterward. “Shh,” You scolded, locking onto his lips again. His lips parted from yours, kissing the scar on your face. “I’m moving in. You shouldn’t live alone when you could have a seizure at any time.” “Ok.” “I have to be at Emma and Jin’s before Jin goes to the Sanctuary, so you can ride with me to the house and then with Jin to the Sanctuary.” He tucked his head into your neck. “Mmmm,” You responded semi-coherently. “You’re stuck with me forever.” “However will I manage?” Your response was half-heartedly sarcastic and rhetorical, earning a chuckle from him. He kissed you again. “I’m mating you tonight.” You smiled up at him. The man that had driven you crazy for the past four months. “Fine, but you only have three years before I insist on having kids.” He grinned. “Sounds perfect.” He kissed you again, soft and sweet, then pressed his forehead to yours. “I love you.” “I love you too. More than you could ever imagine.” Maybe life wasn’t perfect and you had lost a lot, but you had Hoseok. “What did you say that night?” “What night?” “The night Emma and Jin went to the hospital to have the twins. I said they’ve got good genes, and you said something else, but I was half-asleep.” He pulled you into his arms completely, laying down with you after kicking your suitcase off of the couch. He was mostly on top of you, forehead pressed against your temple. “I said that ours would be cuter.” Nevermind. Everything bad was worth this perfect moment with him. “So…did you actually want to wait three years, or was that just in case I wanted to wait a few years? Cause, I’ve sort of had to deal with watching and imagining you as the mom to my pups so…” “Oh, that was totally for you, I’ve had baby fever ever since you said ‘our kids’ when I told you to tell people that the triplets were your kids.” “I don’t need the years.” “Then we’ll discard the years.” “Do you need time to adjust to the idea of us being in a relationship?” “Now that I look back on it, aside from the whole sex, sleeping together, and romance we were basically a married couple so not much really changes except I can stop torturing myself.” You nodded. “Huh. I guess you’re right.” “Yeah.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek. “This is really comfortable.” “It is,” You agreed, yawning. “Nap time?” “Totally nap time.” He wiggled a little, getting more comfortable, fluffy tail covering your legs as well as his. “Goodnight, y/n. Love you.” “Goodnight, Hobi.” His hold on you tightened and he grinned. You pressed a chaste little kiss to his lips. “I love you.”

Masterlist. ~ Part 9. ~ Masterpost. ~ Specials: Next

Tagged: @jiminslye @musicandmusing @it-is-dana @kimmie113080 @bluebirdphantom

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seasonofthegeek · 7 years ago

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Adrinette April, Day 18: Umbrella

Days 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 (art), 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14 15, 16, 17

“He’s still following us,” Marinette murmured, her arm tightly wound around Adrien’s as they moved with the crowd through the airport.

“We need to lose him by the time we get to the street. We don’t want to lead him anywhere,” Adrien frowned. “Your friend is being kind enough to let us crash there tonight. I don’t want to bring trouble to his door.”

“An umbrella!” Marinette exclaimed suddenly, pulling Adrien from the crowd to one of the small gift shops off the terminal. “We should definitely get an umbrella. Remember, it looked like rain when we were landing.” She nodded towards the line of people purchasing the same black and red umbrellas and winked.

Adrien caught up to her line of thinking and kissed her temple proudly. “You’re absolutely right, sweetheart.”

The man following them had doubled back, leaning against a pillar across from the gift shop and seemingly engrossed in his cell phone.

“We keep with this group,” Marinette whispered as they neared the register. “Hopefully it’s still raining and we can lose him in a sea of umbrellas.”

“Just in case I haven’t said it today, you’re brilliant,” Adrien grinned.

Marinette blushed. “It might not even work.”

He pulled her close. “I stand by my assessment.”

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“He just got into the taxi behind us,” Marinette swore under her breath. “Damn this traffic.”

Adrien leaned forward to speak to the driver. “Sir, the man in the car behind us has been stalking me and I’m afraid for my girlfriend’s safety. Could you please take us to the closest police station?”

The driver eyed him and then looked at the car behind them in his rearview mirror. “Is this serious?”

“I swear on my life,” Adrien answered. “Please.”

The driver nodded and changed lanes as he pulled out in the main drag of traffic.

“I’ll get us a ride from there,” Marinette murmured, pulling out her phone. They kept quiet the rest of hte trip, forcing themselves not to look back to see if they were being followed.

They finally arrived at the police station and Adrien and Marinette unloaded their luggage and waved the taxi off. Their shadow had the option of pulling in right behind them or circling around the block. They watched the taxi carrying the man stay in traffic, the man glaring at them as he passed. Marinette glared right back.

“I’m glad you’re on my side,” Adrien chuckled quietly. “Do you see your friend? We need to get out of sight.”

Marinette was already leading him to the left where a sleek silver van was parked. She knocked twice on the back door and it swung open.

“Just the criminals I was hoping to pick up,” Nino grinned.

Buy me a coffee?

#adrinetteapril2018 #adrinette #the next exit au #adrien agreste #marinette dupain-cheng #oops I drabbled again

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maealbert · 6 years ago

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The Liaison // Part 16

AU Characters: Team x OC A/N: we are back to ‘parts’ (for now). Master List The Liaison

tag list: @idkbutspencer @literallyprentissstwin @remember-me-forever-silent-angel @cynbx @tenaciousarcadeexpert @rawritsmolly @dontshootmespence @princesswagger15 @drspencerreider @illegalcerebral @marvelfanlife @rt8815 @punkpenguin2019 @extremeobsessions101

“Spencer!” Lucy calls from the apartment door. “Elizabeth just buzzed in! She’ll be up in a minute! Are you dressed yet? We’re going to be late for work!” Heading over to the kitchen island, she quickly writes a note for the maid and for Elizabeth. “Anca?” Lucy calls out. The maid steps out of the hall and quickly walks over to the island. “Ambassador Prentiss will be here any second. When she knocks on the door, I want you to open it and let her inside. Take her coat and bags and bring them to the guest room. Her coat gets hung up in the hall closet. Alright? Everything you need to know is written down right here. I left a note for Ambassador Prentiss. Spencer and I are leaving for work, we should be back by six, maybe later if we aren’t called out on a case. Please help yourself to any food that you want except what is labeled with Spencer’s name on it.” Pulling open a drawer, she pulls out a cell phone. “We know you don’t have a cell phone on you, so Spencer bought one for you. It’s just a standard cell phone with an hour worth of minutes on it each day. You may use this for emergencies or any questions you might have for me. My cell and office numbers are already in here and on speed dial. Number two for my cell and number three for my office. I always have my cell on me so majority of the time I’ll probably answer it--” Lucy was interrupted by a knock on the door. “Be sure to look through the peep hole and then open the door. Always address her as Ambassador Prentiss.” Lucy says leading Anca to the apartment door. “Just a minute!”

Anca walks over to the door and peers through the door. Opening the door, she stepped aside to let Elizabeth inside. “Good morning, Ambassador Prentiss.” Anca speaks. “May I take your things for you?”

“Thank you, Anca.” Anca nods her heads as she helps remove Elizabeth’s coat and takes her bags from her hands. “I see you brought over Anca from Romania.” Elizabeth says as she walks over to Lucy.

“Emily mentioned that her family’s been with you guys since Emily was little so I contacted Anca’s father.”

“Well good. I love her family. I remember when she was just a small girl. Comes from a good family.”

“Well good.” Lucy says smiling. “Then these next few days should be pretty easy for you two.”

“Okay, I’m ready.” Spencer says walking out of the hallway. “Hello, Ambassador Prentiss.”

“Hello Agent Reid. Pleasure seeing you again.” Elizabeth takes in a deep breath. “Well I see you two are heading off to work. Tell Emily i said hi and that I plan to invite her over for dinner.”

“I’ll mention it to her.” Lucy says as she picks up her bags. “I left my number for you on the counter, there’s plenty of food and Anca will show you to the guest room. Let me know if you need anything.”

“Will do, thank you again for letting me stay here.”

“Oh it’s not problem. It’s a lot cheaper than a hotel.” Lucy says winking at Elizabeth before following Spencer out of the apartment.

“So why didn’t Emily offer up her guest room?” Spencer says as he turns onto the highway.

“You know what they’re relationship is like. One night with Elizabeth at Emily’s apartment, it will be hell for Emily.”

“But I thought they were getting better.”

“It’s a working progress, like my mother and myself.” Lucy says as she rests her head against the headrest of the seat.

“But your mother is like my mother. In due time, she isn’t going to know what happened between the two of you.”

Lucy looks at Spencer. She couldn’t believe what he was saying. “Is that how you see things? That one day our mothers aren’t going to remember who we are. That one day they won’t know who their grandchildren are? How could you say something like that?”

“Well it’s the truth,” Spencer says. “I’ve begun to come to terms with this whole thing.”

“Well I haven’t, Spencer! I finally got my mother back after almost thirty years and you have the nerve to say that?! She’s all I have left!”

“You have me!” Spencer exclaims. “I am the father of our child.”

“But that’s it? That’s all you are to me?” Lucy could see his knuckles turning white as he tightened his grip around the steering wheel. “If that’s all you say you are to me, than why are you with me?”

“We have a baby coming.”

“So that’s it? You’re just my baby daddy?”

The rest of the car ride to the office was silent. No words were exchanged. The radio wasn’t even turned on. As Spencer pulled the car into a parking space, Lucy got out grabbing her bag and throwing it over her shoulder. Keeping her eyes on the ground she quickly made her way into the building. Reaching the elevator, the doors closed and the elevator jolted as it began moving up the shaft. The doors opened on the sixth floor as a single tear slipped off her cheek and hitting the floor of the elevator. She quickly wiped her face and stepped out of the elevator. Heading down the hall to her office she was stopped by Garcia. Instantly her bright smile faded as she got a good look at Lucy.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” She asks.

“Hormones...” Lucy lied as she unlocked the door to her office.

“Luce..”

“I just want to be alone, Garcia..” Lucy says pushing open her office door. “Please.” She stepped into the room and closed the door behind her. Dropping her bag beside her desk, she sat down in the chair with one hand resting on her stomach. Another tear slipped down her cheek. Sniffling she wipes it away and pulls a stack of cases close to her. A knock comes on her door and JJ peers her head in.

“Can I come in?”

“Yeah, what’s up?”

JJ clears her throat as she walks over to one of the chairs opposite of Lucy. “What’s going on?”

“What?” Lucy says furrowing her eyebrows.

“Lucy.. You don’t think you just push Garcia away without her saying anything?” Lucy sighs as she lowers her gaze to the top the desk. “And Spencer? He looks like he had a sit down with Cat again..” Lucy scoffs shaking her head. “Come on now, Luce. What’s going on?”

“I don’t want to talk about it..”

“Lucy.. You can’t keep things bottled up inside of you.”

“Did Will ever see you as just his baby mama?” Lucy says lifting her eyes to look at JJ. “Before he asked you to marry him? Did you think he just saw you as nothing more than that? Not his wife or his girlfriend, but just the mother of his child?”

“Is that what Spencer thinks?”

“He said I had him because he’s the father of my baby. He didn’t say he was my boyfriend o-or going to be my husband. All he said was that he was only the father of our child, nothing else.”

“Lucy, I’m sure he means more than that. He loves you. He’s head over heels in love with you.”

Lucy shakes her head. “He made it clear that he’s only with me because we have a baby coming...”

“He was with you before you got pregnant. He loved you before he got your pregnant. He loves you, Lucy. He loves you more than just being the mother of his unborn child.”

A knock comes on the door and Lucy looks around JJ to see Spencer standing in the doorway. Looking away she grits her teeth and grabs a file off of the desk. JJ leaves the office letting Spencer inside.

“Can we talk?” He asks sitting down where JJ last was.

“Talk about what? Custody situations when our daughter is born? Living situations?”

“Luce..” Spencer says laying his hand on top of hers. “I didn’t mean what I said in the car.. You know that..”

“I don’t know what you mean anymore...” Lucy says as she gets up from the desk and walks over to the filing cabinet.

“Lucy, please..”

“No Spencer... You said what you said... And you’re right... We never made plans for marriage, our mothers are slowly losing their memory... They eventually won’t know who we are or who they are. My daughter won’t grow up with grandparents...and your father doesn’t count. He walked out on you and your mother the second he got the chance. He most likely won’t want anything to do with his granddaughter, let alone his own son.” She turns to face Spencer, her eyes covered with tears. He walks over to her and wraps his arms around her. “I’m not leaving you and I’m not leaving our daughter.” He says kissing hte top of her head. “And I do want to marry you. I want to have a nice wedding with your brothers and our team. I want to bring this baby into this world knowing how loved she is and how much we love each other.” He wipes his thumb across her cheeks and kisses her.

“Ew okay, not at the workplace.” Spencer chuckles as he turns to face the doorway. “But I couldn’t help but overhear something about you two getting married.”

“Not yet Garcia.” Lucy says giggling.

“But someday.” Spencer says smiling down at her.

“So everything is good? Little dispute is over?”

“We’re good.” Lucy says.

The rest of the day was only paperwork. Nothing but paperwork. Leaving the copy room, Lucy skimmed through the papers as she put them in chronological order from the beginning of the case to the end of it. Coming across the written report from the police department, Lucy read what was written about Nathan. She could feel the cold metal of the gun on the back of her head. Standing there in the hallway, she was in her tracks.

“Luce..” A voice faintly spoke. “Lucy... Hey, Luce. Lucy!” She blinked her eyes several times as Luke’s face came into view. “Are you okay?”

“Hmmm? Yeah, uh..”

Luke looks down at the papers in her arms. He could see Nathan’s photo poking out from between the thin sheets of paper. “Sometimes I can’t shake the sight of a gun being held to your head..” He says. “He could’ve killed you and I wouldn’t have been able to stop him.”

“Hey, there you two are.” Rossi says as he walks up to Lucy and Luke. “Emily wants us in the briefing room.”

“I’ll meet you guys there. I have to take these back to my office.”

“I’ll let her know.” Luke says as he follows Rossi to the briefing room.

After putting the papers away in the file cabinet, Lucy leaves her office and heads to the briefing room to meet up with the others. Stepping into the room she sees Hotch standing on the other side of the room talking to Spencer. Probably giving him tips on parenthood. Hotch noticed Lucy standing in the doorway and a smile spread across his face. “Well look at you.” He says. “How are you doing?”

“Let’s just say that I miss sleeping on my stomach.” Lucy replies making Hotch chuckle. “So what brings you by?”

“Oh you know, just wanted to stop by and visit everyone.”

“Well it’s good to see you. How’s Jack?”

“Good, good. School’s going okay, he’s excited to be starting high school next year.”

“He better not hold his breath.” JJ says. “High school isn’t at all what it’s cracked up to be.”

Lucy’s phone began to ring in her pocket and she pulled it out to see Anca’s number flashing on the screen of her phone. Excusing herself from the room she answers the call. “Anca, how is it going?”

“Thank goodness you answered. I’ve been trying to call Emily but I guess she didn’t recognize the number.”

Anca’s voice sounded a little off. “Anca, is everything okay?”

“It’s Ambassador Prentiss. She was in an accident.”

“What?! When?!”

“Not too long ago, I presume. I just got to the hospital. She’s alive but in pretty bad shape.”

“Okay, okay. I’ll get Emily and we’ll be on our way. You stay there.” Lucy hangs up and rushes back to the briefing room. Her eyes locked with Emily’s.

“What happened?” Emily says as she heads over to Lucy.

“That was Anca... Your mother was in an accident. She says she’s alive but in really bad shape.”

Emily looks back at Hotch. “You go ahead. I’ll come check on you later.” He says giving her a small smile. Lucy grabbed hold of Emily arm and pulled her out of the room and to the elevators,

“Lucy!” Anca says as she runs up to Emily and Lucy in the front entrance of the hospital.

“Hey Anca, where is Elizabeth?”

“Right this way.” Anca says leading them down the hall through double doors to the ICU. “Right here..” She says stopping into front of her room.

Emily turns her eyes to look at Lucy. “I’m gonna take Anca to get some food. You let me know if you want me to bring you back anything.” Emily slowly nods her head as she walks into the room, closing the door behind her. Lucy turns to Anca. “Have you eaten yet?” Anca shakes her head. “Come on. I know hospital food isn’t always the best but it’ll have to do.”

“I’m not so used to American food quite yet.”

Lucy giggles. “It’ll take time.” She says leading Anca down the hall to the cafeteria.

Seriously a weird ending though.

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kuma-style · 7 years ago

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Iron Factory’s latest isn’t just one of their best offerings but one of the best Legends-classed figures ever made. Cygnus is a must have, and checking the review after the jump will definitely show you why.

Producer: Iron Factory

Price: Approx. $65 USD

Release Date: May 2018

Item Height: Approx. 5″

Item Weight: N/A

Batteries: N/A

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Iron Factory really did something special with their latest release in IF EX-30 Cygnus. This Legends-scaled homage to the Transformers character Jetfire (Skyfire) really knocks it out on every level. Definitely check out the video above as well as my thoughts and gallery below and let me know what you think in the comments!

Presentation: Mine was a production sample sent for review so I cannot comment on the box (In seeing production pictures though, it looks to be pretty standard and similar to the Iron Factory Wings of Tyrant that recently came out.) The figure however is superb with magnificent coloring and color applications. The extra-fine detailing on the unmasked face is especially impressive.

Build: Per Iron Factory Standard, Cygnus is an entirely plastic piece sporting a much more “finished” look to the plastic than a lot of previous releases. This really makes the white of it shine (literally) and makes it even more of a centerpiece amongst other Iron Factory figures. The joints and tolerances on this piece are flawless and it’s a real treat to play with and transform.

Accessories: Cygnus comes with both the masked and unmasked Skyfire/Jetfire heads, a variety of hands, and his blaster. He also comes with a stand and adapter for his alt mode to be held onto it. It should also be noted that he’s a very modular figure and parts of it like the backpack, arm blasters, and fins come off and use 5 mm pegs so that they can be swapped out with other “armor” pieces from figures like Ultimate Commander (Stormbringer Optmus Prime) as shown in the gallery.

Articulation: Cygnus is one where I highly recommend that you watch the video portion just to see the articulation aspect “in motion” because this aspect of the toy is really incredible. From butterflying shoulders to double-jointed elbows/knees to ab crunching, Cygnus actually meets a level of articulation I’ve never seen on a Legends scaled figure and is honestly on par with the esteemed MakeToys Cross-Dimension figures. Buttery smooth joints and absolutely no tolerance issues really make it a joy to play with too. In fact, I’m taking breaks from writing this just to fiddle around with it.

Overall Score: 9.5/10 – Iron Factory really knocked it out of the park with this one. I feel like from it’s fit and finish to its engineering, Cygnus is a shining example of what a culmination of improvements and innovations looks like and is hands-down one of the finest figures at a Legends scale that I’ve ever seen. Even though there are som Iron Factory pieces that I have a bit much attachment to like hte War Giant Blasters or Racing Bros, Cygnus is easily the one that I’d recommend to anyone looking for the best example of what Iron Factory has to offer. I’m floored.

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mylockholmes · 8 years ago

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Reclaimed Crown ~ Part 3

Author’s Note: cassandra Cillian is fro mthe show hte librarian. her character profile doesnlt list an age but the way she processes information reminds me of sherlock’s mind palace so i am debating writign a sherlock fan fic that has Cassandra in it

Part One Part Two

Lucy was in shock and trying to process, it had all happened so fast. her father had never bothered to tell her about Eurus, now here she as tied up, along side Molly Hooper, in a flat Owned By Eurus. Her Aunt. Her Aunt who was currently holdign her prisoner just to aggrivate Sherlock and Mycroft.

“They had only been i nthat room for a couple hours hourrs and the first thing she had said, after the blind fold was removes was “I’m Eurus.” as though as thoughj that was supposed to be explain a middle aged british woman holdign them captive.

“You are a clearly Holmes. I would have known that had i not paid someone to observe you for three months. Anastasia.”

Meanwhile at the Watsons’

“John we agreed not to take Rosie with us on Missions. i will stay here since Suros has Molly and Sherlock is going with you.”

“Sherlock how are you so bloody friggin’ calm when Eurus has you girlfriend and your niece.” John said as he got in the back of Mycroft’s car.he glanced over and saw charlie sitting there “are you sure itt is sane proposoition to bring him.”

Mycroft “he tried to defend her and he refused to stay in his flat alone when he knows what is about to happen.”

That morning “Are you sure you can handle dinenr with my entire family. including my mother and stepfather.”

“geez if i can handle being invited to the Diogenes Club. i am fairly sure i can handle being in room full of retured goverment agents and assassins.”

“My stepdad is a semi retired hacker.” before she could say anythign else he was kissing her. “Let’s go for a walk.”

a hort time later i nthe park, “Soomeone is following us.” he whispered, .in matter of minutes he would have a black eye and Lucy would be tued up i nthe back of a van

Present moment “why was the first thing i thouight to do was call Sherlock and You.” he asked Mycroft.

“You could have called Greg Lestrade he’s an ally too.” Mycroft said

“What is sherlock doing?”

John “Shh he’s in his mind palace analyzing hte factd and tryign to determine where Eurus has Molly and Lucy.”

Mycroft “are you sure this American will be of use to us. Daphne.”

Daphne “She’ll meet you mear the bridge in 15 minutes.”

a short time later Cassandra sit in the back of the limo “Gotcha. if my analysis is correct they are being held at the location of John and sherlock’s First case. “

“thank you Miss Cillian.” John said

Charlie “Wait she;s not shocked Sherlock is a real person.”

“I had a brain tumor until a week ago charlie. i believe all things are possible.”

“I didn’t tell you my name.”

“Mrs. Collins did. by process of elimination.. I figured out you Charles McDaniel.”

He laughed nervously “I am a;s the only one i nthe car who is not middle aged Brittish man.”

Meanwhile Eurus had untied them so they could eat and Molly was tryign to decide whether or not to fight Eurus then she realized she didnlt want to leave Lucy alone with this woman of questionable sanity.

“Molly, i believe there is 85-90% Chance you will eventually be My Aunt. they will rescue us.” probably in an over dramatic way. she thought to herself

Molly looked at her, Lucy was the only one who spent time i nthe morgue who had observed how they acted around eachother “Do you think Charlie is okay?”

“Of course the young man is okay. i ordered my lackey to harm him him not kill him. I want to see my dearest brothers again.”

“are you the older twin or is Dad?”

“you figured it out.”

“I knew months ago i just figured there was a logical reason he didn’t mention you. Grandmother let me look throug h the family albums Last time sherlock and Dad were out of town and I saw birth certificate. but the times were smudged.”

“Holmes men are bossy from birth Mycroft is five minutes older.” she paused “there is a semi logical reason. Mycroft loves secrets. remember he told no one about you until he brought you to London almost a year ago.”

“YOu have been watching us this whole time i thought i was being paranoid because I have watched uncle sherlock evade capture for almost a year.”

“pfft, if i wanted to catch my dear brother i would have gone directly after him.” they hear helicopters nearby.”

Outside......

Charlie “DI Lestrade. Use me as a decoy. shackle me ad pretend that i lost it when Lucy was kidnapped in front of me and i can run into the buidling after you.....”

Lestrade “donlt say too much we donlt know if the east Wind is like Mycroft. and listens to everything.”

“i shuld be insulted but he has a point.” they restrain him with restraints from the 1960s

Lestrade :Come on young man we will need to write you up for assaulting a high ranking member of hte government.” Sharlie headbutts Mycroft. and runs i nthe direction that John gave him i nthe car.

pnce her got to the lower level of the buiding he heard something familiar, the week prior they had watched an obscure movie that Lucy really liiked hte music from and sometimes when her mind wandered she would hum the tune. At least she’s still conscious. he thought to himself

on the roof across from the building “Sherlock this is insane! how do you know you can even jump that far.”

“never said i would jump across. by my calculations instead of going to the floor Lucy and Molly are on. Charles is going to go up the roof and i am goign to toss this too him and we’re goign to take the fire escape down.”

John looked at him “i never thought you would do somethign that simple.” Sherlock hands him a tranquilizer gun

“You only have one chance to knock her out. Anderson ,ade special sedative that only has one dose.”

Meanwhile inthe room.... “Molly take a deep breathe and listen to the breeze.” Lucy said she had always been a quiet observer and she had heard the sounds that didn’t match up with everything else outside

Molly grinned “thanks for the Advice Lu. I am calmer now.” they were both hoping that Eurus wasn’t as ware of the surrounding as everyone else they knew. “Eurus it is feels abit stuffy in here. is that window open? after all we are being used as bait you wouldnlt want us to pass out from lack of oxygen.”

as someone oppens the window “Molly you know what one of my favorite animals is. Is the Mallard Duck.” she and Molly fall to the floor as the tranquilizer shoots into Eurus arm. Soon followed by Charlie, Mycroft and Sherlock crashign through the window i nthe next room.

“You could have come in through the open window you know!”

“Tiny Miscalculation on my part. Cassandra could have told you which window would be open she is mathematical genius you know.” as Lestrade arrests Rus and her henchmen Sherlock and Charlie take Lucy andMolly to the side.

“Bloody hell you get yourself in a lot of trouble for forensics person Molly.” he ruffles his hair

Charlie “You were sure that she wouldn;t hurt you.”

“I was more a tool to show my dad that she could out smart him. the truth was. they are about equal in their strategic ability..” before sh could speak up again he kissed her passionately

“I am tired of trying to hide how much i care.” he winces slightly after kissing her.”Your family dynamic may be a bit puzzling at times but you protect eachother.” he paused “You know Cassandra Cillian.”

“Well yes. i met her on a trip to Copenhagen . with my mother two years ago.” she said

the next day at the home of Mr. and mrs Holmes “Yes. that was so awesome.” Cassandra said “You are a world famous mathematician.”

Lucy smiled this was as normal as her family could get. as she watched Charlie awkwardly stumble through the interview that he had somehow been roped into doing when the press found otu that he was dating the only Daughtr of Mycroft Holmes.

“If you love someone, you should never Hurt them.” Charlie said

Mr. Holmes “Our lives are not dull. It is still Hard to believe Eurus did this. That name was your mother’s idea i was to name her Isabelle. Or Josette.”

Sherlock “Charles is doign quite well for one who was only chosen because the public only just foud out about lucy.”

“Uncle Shezza. Charlie is far more than just pre med student. if given chance to prove i am fairly sure that he would be just as intelligent as most of hte people of the in this room.”

To Be Continued......

#Part 3 #reclaimed crown #daddy! mycroft #sherlock fan fic #bbc sherlock #1/11/17 #the holmes family

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dametopazkiarablair · 4 years ago

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Honestly no, I need to talk, and I don’t think I can talk to anyone.

My boyfriend is truly amazing. But he’s getting fed up with me, and no, I’m not trying to feel sorry for myself. I think he resents that I don’t know what my problem is. I can say that at least he’s good at trying to logically deline everything, to take everything into literal terms.

But I honestly feel as if it’s not safe to talk to anyone I know about anything.

I am a barista. It’s not my endgame position. But that’s where I’ve been for about a year.

I ended up venting in anxiety about how I felt, but as it always does, it backfired. And I told my boyfriend that it involved him, and now I’m not trustworthy in his eyes. I think that at least a little part of him resents it, and now he’s on defensive mode, especially when I cry. Which I can’t seem to stop doing lately.

He seems to be feeling that this is going on forever. He feels that I keep bringing these things up.

I feel that its not my intention to be passive aggressive or to put him on defense. My guess is that he feels that I am being abusive towards him by not knowing how to explore my boundaries and come to an understanding of how to communicate to him.

It seems that I am not able to repair the damage of venting to a male coworker. How foolish I am. But He thinks that I have loose lips.

And so I guess I do. And so the only person I can talk to about this is actually a therapist, because there are so many layers of good. And then there’s been some shittiness in the last few weeks.

And so now that my boyfriend is in defensive mode and now that I’m crying, just trying to understand. Now that I am seeing that my neurotics are taking over?

How do you solve your own personality flaws?

why can’t I just magically be done with this processing of actually being a slut.

I had an abortion, and that is supposed to be a secret. But what I’ve learned also is that every thought I have is supposed to be a secret. I am not supposed to vent. I am not supposed to be crazy.

But at least I’m medicated.

This trust issue. It’s a major trust issue.

He wants to have condomless sex. I am on birth control, and he feels that is enough. He has given me statistics about how birthcontrol will keep you from getting pregnant. So he wants me to absolutely agree to have sex without condoms. He wants me to feel comfortable with it. He wants me to get past my mental barriers. And basically, he doesn’t want to have sex with me now because I’ve been so emotional lately.

I feel emotional partly because I lost his trust.

He is so good at arguing or protecting himself, whatever you call it. I just freeze. Advocating for myself is not a strong suit of mine, and I’m not trying to feel sorry for myself when I say that.

So now we can’t sleep well. He has a particularly hard time sleeping, and basically, I am to blame for some of that. He wouldn’t admit to that.

But I feel like a hoe. I have baggage. He doesn’t want to deal with it, and he’s getting tired of it.

I had been forthcoming when I regretted a conversation I had with a coworker.

The job is to talk to people and make coffee. I just am sitting here throwing away. I’m tired of working there. and then I spilled my guts.

And it’s not fine. It’s not okay to let anxiety control you. It’s not okay to cry so easily.

It is my problem and he’s acting defensive because I betrayed him.

He did so much for me and I felt guilty.

And now I’m just neurotic and yet I now look like I am trying to start fights. Because he is feeling defensive and tired of me. He is proving to me that he is not ‘clingy’.

Because it was my mistake to say anything at all at work about that time.

I can’t say anything at all anymore, and he truly doesn’t believe that I have learned that lesson.

And yet he will not allow me to numb myself to get into okayig with it.

Because I am in the wrong here and I can’t bring it up and yet I need to be cheerful and act as if nothing happened even if he brings it up.

Because he is tired of my crying.l

He keeps saying I should say something and then he keeps refuting it and then it seems like he wants me to be okay with all the answers he gives me and then he keeps askiing why I’m crying.

Why can’t I stay so cheerful

And how to be so authentic

Because my job right now is on the low end of the spectrum, and he has his lessons.

I mean his limits.

He doesn’t allow me to treat it as a lesson, I feel. He wants me to take care of it now. And so he also doesn’t take my word that I will tell no one. He doesn’t take my word that I will see my therapist, and that it will get better even if it taies a while.

And he makes it clear that I started all of this.

Which is why I can’t talk to anyone that I know.

He thinks that I have been incredibly disrespectful.

What I wish I could easily portray is that I don’t know what he considers to be respectful. But at this point, I am doubting myself.

I feel like I have to change the person I am, the way I interact with people.

We somehow have to ignore that this all happened.

While neither of us forget.

And so right now my love is writing these empty words that describes my experience and confustion.

Becasue the thing is that no one is going to want to read a post from a rando that is long, and especially if this not even a blog meant to be read.

but I feel tired.

because the elements of change are making themselves know.

that he wouldn’t say this, but I can’t talk about this with anyone

because when I do I just get into trouble

because I have been too honest about telling what happened even though I regret it.

that I have apologized, and there is just no apology that will get that acceptance back

i feel that I have lost his respect in the process.

that all of the questions _ tonight it was about a cervical sponge- just fucking go to hell

the become about hte problems

I wish I understood how to think and process this all

i just feel like a fucking child.

I am some slut that takes it raw and yet last time it lead to an abortion but this time the birthcontrol is going to save my ass

He has said he has just been patient with me more so than other people

it may be true. I don’t know.

But apparently I don’t know enough about the world, I haven’t figured out enough about the world

to somehow be at ease when I’ve been hurt

and to know exactly

how to be cheerful and not let a damn thing effect it

because i am just not getting reassurance from him. he feels that it’s unfair.

it makes me feel so immature

and i just have never been in this situation

adn yet he doens’t want me to numb myself.

i think he is so tired that he doesn’t want to heare what I hve t o say even if I can’t figure out what to say in the first place.

and I’m pissed off too.

so I guess someone’s frequency is falling

he says he wants to support me

but i know if I numb myselfto my emotions he won’t accept that.

he won’t accept me crying.

and i don’t think he knows what to do with me but I think he’s really being pushed to his limit. he is questioning if I’m worth it.

I never meant to cause him such issues

and he wants me to tell him, but he assums that I know.

I don’t always know how to react, how to think.

And I can’t be logical all the time.

and so

if I could numb myself

if I could call on a therpaist like a fucking fairy grandmother like out of cinderella, at any time of day or night, i would

I know he values honesty

but if he wants me to be cheerful, he would let me have my tears and then be fake.

he would let me fake being cheerful

I don’t want to know him either.

we meet tomorrow after I work.

at some park.

I feel like there’s so many damn criticisms, ad I know he does it to help me improve myself, because he’s rare.

but I just have no room to criticise him. there’s nothing to say, and even if i did, he can argue like a debate team chamption

and so I”m damn tired.

I’m tired that I apparently wasted his time while he was teacing me python

I resent that I couldnt do it by myself

and since I had an abortion, he feels that I am somehow punishing him for someone else’s issue

but really i’m just some slut who just has cognitive dissonance about what is or what isn’t protected sex

and he makes it clear he doesn’t need me. because he’s not ‘clingy’ .

I didn’t know I was this two-faced either.

I didn’t know.

and so I am to blame.

and he says he doesn’t feel sorry for people for sorry for theselves

and i don’t really know if I feel sorry for myself

i just know that I feel horrible

I don’t like being nitpicked, but I do want to get better, so i allow it.

and so

i have to find meaning in other ways

he gave me such a life

he made me feel alive

and he resents that I agreed he was ‘clingy’ though he wasn’t .

I was such afool for saying anything

yes, he can survivve without me, but I don’t want to be away from him

so I guessthat makes me the shitty one, the codependent one.

and it’s funny because

these are the things that you just have to deal with

and the more this progresses, the more untrustworthy 9i look

so it’s just that it doesn’t maatter what i ay, i think.

maybe that’s not the right attitude i have

but it takes me a while to process

I want to love him

but the reality is I really am loose.

I really am a barista and tooold to be living with my parents.

I really am very much a low-wage worker

and there’s just now escape. there’s no escape in real life

all the jokes about chopping me up and putting me in a fridge

about knocking me up when I’m sleeping

and all of the fact that I must accept the birthcontrol thing

that sponges don’t mean shit

that he just wants me to stop having the neurosis and stop crying and just work back to what it was.

And I want that too.

And I told him that I want to die because I do.

I really don’t want to exist in this complicated world.

things are complicated, but his entire point is that I brought it all on myself

just like thom york in that radiohead song

not my intention, but i did

and somehow, I am going to be heidi klum about it

and so I will talk to the guy that prescribes me medications

and I somehow will transmute this, whether I numb myself or not

and stay cheerful

nd only confide in a therapist

because i am not ever going to confide in some dumbass coworkers

because I can admit that i was petty

and so how am i going to keep myself happy

he is tired and wants it simple and is in defense mode

and that real love is hard, and it is real love

and i just feel beneath him and he won’t accept that and he’s treating me as such now.

he sees this as all of my weaknesses i think ad he doesn’t tolerate it i think

and so how am i supposed to confide in him or anyone else now

how am i supposed to be enguine?

because if I could wake up tomorrow I would be someone else or I just just wouldn’t wake up

what is wrong with you, he says

as if I am supposed to know

as if I can always logically delineate all the symptoms and erros

erros*

I don’t even resent him for it.

I just wnat to know why everything happens so immediately

and you know who I can confide in?

god.

and no one on the internet

I’m not alone. but I’m fine alone

lately I’ve just been feeling so empty

and I will never forget

this bullshit.

jbut I forgive myself for finally getting the rest of my naivete

he feels as if he is suffering from me

and no apology can really do it justice

but I know I’ll never find another man like him, regardless of what happens.

He is truly unique.

and I am truly myself

abd yet I think I have no more words to say

words just hurt people’s feelings and I”m tired of the defensiveness

i don’t know hwat the progress is that I’m going to make.

but I’m going to make it

and he doesn’t want me to feel guilty or do the resentment mindset

i just feel really put on the spot

so.

I am going to wave a magic wand

and I will learn from this, regardles

and I’m going to walk a labrynth somewhere.

because I am a witness and if god will allow me, I will talk to god

there is no point of defense, is there

even defending yourself gets you into trouble.

so what is the point

mad people are mad

this is not a joke? I am not a joke.

my feelings are valid.

i’ll just take more benzos

and move on and pray

nd move on to a different conciousness

and set a ddifferent tone

and i love him

and i love his parents

and i love my parents’

and ll the problems make me human

and he can’t tolerate this cycle repeating over the past week

so I will sleep

and I will just now know

how I got here or why

despite astrology or numerology

it’s just learning

and i know he doesn’t want me to feel guilty

but the things is that I’m open to the learning

i will turn myself into a book

and quietly read the pages

lik you do as a nomad in a library

and you fall in love with the story or the information

and as the patience of other seems to waver

you find love for yourself and sleep

and you wish them sleep

and you love on who you can

the patience is just strained

i’m so tired of being a barista

I htink that’s why I said anything to anyone in the first pkace

me and my loose lips

they just keep getting me into trouble

and I want someone to see and relate

and then there’s always that one person

or those multiple cases

in whihc the damage is doene

and so

if i could pay him back

if I could pay them all back

if I could keep from bringing them own

down

I would

If I could rest my eyes

and never wake up

and no that all of it has been taken care of

i would

if I could stop my neurosis

and if I could change the pick ap art, I owuld

would

and if I could assert myself

and be logical

and protect myself I would

and you kow, its never fair

and so

I hold it in

like the elementary chool teacher said I shouldn’t

ithere is now right to words

no right to sharing or publicising them

no =right to asking for them to be understood

no advocating.

there are the puffy eyes from crying

and people not accepting that sometimes you just need to cry

i have a lot of memories

i’d rather dies with this good ones now

and you know

its not becasue of my beloved boyfriend who is angry and in defensive mode

there is no reason for anything

i am will to give my spirit

and all my words and feelings and thoughs might as well have been done in vain.

but this was all an experience

you know.

afunny thing

It’s not thtat i can’t keep doing it

but I hate my job

and I want more than this

and I’d like to have those fulfiling things back

and i’d like to have the tone in my voice to be aced.

i’d like to have my finances cleared and my own car and moved out

and I appreciate all the pushing he’s done.

he’s been suoportive

and he wants to be supportive

but he doesn’t want the bullshit

and I am sofull of bullshit

and he doesn’t beleive i stop

so I can’t shitpost

I can’t talk

and I can’t a magic fairy godmother therapist to magiclaly appear

to give an idea of what the fuck is wrong with me

and so it’s like another dissociateion

because i don’t even feel liek I’m here

i’m not even present

this life isn’t even reall

and he’s just tired of me

not using my words

and that one time I cried on the floor writing poetry

and I couldn’t finish writing endlessly

because he wanted to talk

and I can never frame anything to discus

I just feel at a loss for words

and he alwasy has some kind of prroof that he’s righ

and i don’t care if he’s right

i don’t think either of us feel heard

ad I really don’t know why i’m like this right now

but if shooting myself figurativel ywould solve this problem

if I could jumpt through some stupidass portal and become someone else who is better at saying everyhtin, maybe i would

but I can’t this is me.

shitposting

my feelings are valid just better not explained especially whe i can’t find a reason for them either

I love him, you know.

But it makes me feel like he doesn’t want tme around.

I think there’s something worth saving

but i’m damn tired.

I love hime

and I have to have hope

for something

and do the work

to make it happen

and just believe

that it will work itself out

or that I will work myself out

and then that all the cuts that I make

on the inside of my brain in my imagination

can prove that

I have the restraint

that I’m not an animal

and he doesn’t want to suck ass

he doesn’t want

I don’t know what he wants or expects

but i literally feel stupid because I don’t know how to respond fast enough

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hgfstreamchats · 7 years ago

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My Neighbor Totoro

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Knock Out: Just passing the precious gift of time with a few of these. caffienatedconfetti: did you look at "big bill hell's cars" Knock Out: We have not! caffienatedconfetti: it's thee best Thebes: I laugh every time I see this one caffienatedconfetti: WE'LLL *** YER WIFE caffienatedconfetti: heck i forgot the filter Knock Out: I've yet to figure out how to turn it off. caffienatedconfetti: anyeway caffienatedconfetti: award for most agressive car salesman caffienatedconfetti: oooooh goodness caffienatedconfetti: oh, this is the japanese version? Knock Out: It is. Jalaperilo: how dare you make me read! Jalaperilo: j/k thenightetc: spide caffienatedconfetti: i've never seen it in japanese caffienatedconfetti: bet it'll still be heckin cute Knock Out: I've seen them all, but favor this one. Starscreamapillar: Are children commonly stored with the furniture? caffienatedconfetti: nah, there just wasn't any room up front Jalaperilo: so people dont use children as footstools? caffienatedconfetti: not usually, no thenightetc: Well, that looks safe! caffienatedconfetti: that is not a good idea Starscreamapillar: They are very excited to be living in a wreck. caffienatedconfetti: they look overjoyed at how structally unsound their new house is Knock Out: Impact doesn't like when I call the little one toad-like, but just between all of us, that's a horrific toad child. thenightetc: It's a fixer-upper caffienatedconfetti: mei is kinda annoying Jalaperilo: these children are too excitable Welcome to the 'highglossfinish' room. Jalaperilo: i guessed caffienatedconfetti: lol just wanted to say in case someone didn't know caffienatedconfetti: sorryt Starscreamapillar: If there are house rodents, I do not think walking with shoes on will make the biggest mess. thenightetc: "I didn't see anything if you didn't" caffienatedconfetti: SCARE THEM AWAY WITH YELLING Knock Out: Dear Unicron, her mouth. caffienatedconfetti: oh lord this part scared me when i was little caffienatedconfetti: "DON'T GO UP THERE, THERE'S MONSTERS" caffienatedconfetti: ow caffienatedconfetti: oh no poor little guy thenightetc: Weren't these little guys in Spirited Away, too? Thebes: yeah, but they had legs there caffienatedconfetti: i always love the way ghibli animates water caffienatedconfetti: and food caffienatedconfetti: mostly food caffienatedconfetti: oh, this kid caffienatedconfetti: he's a butt Jalaperilo: ngl? these kids shouting is starting to grate Starscreamapillar: They are very loud. caffienatedconfetti: you're one to talk Starscreamapillar: Do not make me consider my position on stepping on you. caffienatedconfetti: do you really want to have to clean my blood and guts off of your foot Starscreamapillar: True. I suppose I could just kick you into something solid. Spare myself the mess. caffienatedconfetti: i'll still splatter blood on you. out of spite Knock Out: No splattering in my chat room. caffienatedconfetti: knockout please rephrase that Knock Out: Splatter not. Starscreamapillar: Spared, out of respect for our host. caffienatedconfetti: sure, why not Starscreamapillar: If both parents have black hair, how did the youngest end up with brown hair? Jalaperilo: whats wrong with the mum> caffienatedconfetti: they don't specify in the movie caffienatedconfetti: as for the other question, genetics are qeird Jalaperilo: prob sick of the children screaming caffienatedconfetti: *weird Jalaperilo: my mam used to kicked me out the house when I got too rowdy Knock Out: The data net says tuberculosis. caffienatedconfetti: ouch. that's a nasty one Knock Out: The children's screaming clearly caused her tuberculous lungs. caffienatedconfetti: i don't think that's how it works Starscreamapillar: Is tuberculosis not contagious? By visiting her they should all be doomed to die. caffienatedconfetti: no, sometimes it can become dormant Knock Out: She's going home to her people. caffienatedconfetti: ok that got a laugh thenightetc: Pfffff caffienatedconfetti: oooooOOOOO caffienatedconfetti: LOOOK ATR IT caffienatedconfetti: BVKSJGNYZUI caffienatedconfetti: it's so smol thenightetc: it IS caffienatedconfetti: oh dear caffienatedconfetti: that look on her face tho caffienatedconfetti: pure evil Starscreamapillar: She looks like she plans on eating it. caffienatedconfetti: RUN BBY RUN Knock Out: It's having none of her giant mouth or her squatting. caffienatedconfetti: OH MY GOD THE NOISE IT MADE RUNNING AWAY caffienatedconfetti: PTCHOOO thenightetc: omg caffienatedconfetti: OH MY GOD THERE'S TWO OF THEM YEYUTFEYS caffienatedconfetti: RUNRUNRUN caffienatedconfetti: MY GOOD SWEET BBYS caffienatedconfetti: FACEPLANT caffienatedconfetti: wait ohmygod Thebes: LITERAL FACE PLANT caffienatedconfetti: LITERAL caffienatedconfetti: YES caffienatedconfetti: RUN Starscreamapillar: Following spirits into the woods rarely ends well for wayward children. Knock Out: I'm more concerned for the spirits. caffienatedconfetti: yes but these spirits look like lil bunnies caffienatedconfetti: ooooooooooooh here he comes caffienatedconfetti: THERE HE IS caffienatedconfetti: BIG BOI caffienatedconfetti: SUCH FLUFF Starscreamapillar: Yes. Touch that strange beast. That's smart. caffienatedconfetti: she's four years old dude caffienatedconfetti: it's big, it's fluffy, she's gonna touch it caffienatedconfetti: THE NOISES Starscreamapillar: And she will not get older with those sorts of survival instincts. caffienatedconfetti: four year olds have no survival instinct thenightetc: Those whiskers caffienatedconfetti: wiggly Jalaperilo: there is a theory that its a metaphor for this child dying or going missing caffienatedconfetti: scootch scootch Jalaperilo: something to do with the missing shoe? Jalaperilo: i keep losing my colour caffienatedconfetti: totoro's not having yo bull caffienatedconfetti: them's the good scritches Jalaperilo: i remeber south park doing a perfect shot for shot remake with cartman and cthulhu caffienatedconfetti: wha caffienatedconfetti: what caffienatedconfetti: waht caffienatedconfetti: um caffienatedconfetti: i caffienatedconfetti: i'm sorry? Thebes: yeah, no joke, South Park did A Boy And His Cthulu for a whole trilogy and there were many, many references. Totoro was just the one. caffienatedconfetti: oh caffienatedconfetti: oh Jalaperilo: about south park theres a 2 part episode involving BP unleashing cthulhu onto the world Thebes: I thought it was a 3-parter? Jalaperilo: i tied in a lot of the lovecraftian lore with kenny Jalaperilo: it might be, its been a while since i watched it caffienatedconfetti: i still love the dad character caffienatedconfetti: he's such a dork caffienatedconfetti: god this music, i still remember it years latert caffienatedconfetti: awe and wonder thenightetc: awwww caffienatedconfetti: big fluff boi caffienatedconfetti: heck, she's just needy since her mother's sick.... caffienatedconfetti: four year olds are stupid and emotional, not exactly their fault caffienatedconfetti: OW caffienatedconfetti: hhhhhere it comes thenightetc: aaaaaaaaaaaaa caffienatedconfetti: EEEEE Knock Out: I like the long stretches of nothing broken up by occasional bursts of Totoro. caffienatedconfetti: he spook caffienatedconfetti: blink Knock Out: stare thenightetc: this is delightful caffienatedconfetti: spooj caffienatedconfetti: spook caffienatedconfetti: wait caffienatedconfetti: no caffienatedconfetti: joy caffienatedconfetti: such joy caffienatedconfetti: awwwww caffienatedconfetti: BOUNCE thenightetc: PFFF Thebes: Totoro is basically the incarnation of 'want to hug' caffienatedconfetti: CATBUSSSSSSSSS Thebes: CAAAATBUS caffienatedconfetti: MEEEEEEEEOW Jalaperilo: i feel like theres a metaphor that im missing thenightetc: he is TAKING their UMBRELLA Starscreamapillar: . . . Thebes: honestly it's probably just that someone let their imagination run wild when they saw a cat's eyes shining in hte dark caffienatedconfetti: the metaphor is "don't do drugs" Starscreamapillar: This does seem like a fever dream from being out in the rain too long. Knock Out: If there's a drug metaphor, it's "do as many drugs as possible." caffienatedconfetti: ASH Knock Out: GREEEH caffienatedconfetti: JFSKGHNM caffienatedconfetti: GREEEH caffienatedconfetti: seriously tho the look of joy on totoro's face when the rain hit the umbrella caffienatedconfetti: priceless Knock Out: "Totoro gave us a lovely present tied with dragon lungs. I'm sorry the bacterium are affecting your spine." Knock Out: *Dragon whiskers Starscreamapillar: *Snrks* caffienatedconfetti: dragon lungs caffienatedconfetti: did the dragon have tuberculosis Knock Out: It caught it from the mother. caffienatedconfetti: WHAT A TWIST caffienatedconfetti: NEXT UP: two children take part in an occult ritual Knock Out: Does it promise to be whimsical and charming? caffienatedconfetti: yes caffienatedconfetti: POP caffienatedconfetti: POP caffienatedconfetti: OPOPPOPOPPOP Knock Out: I love this music, I have to say. Jalaperilo: this is the good kind of summoning caffienatedconfetti: ooooo caffienatedconfetti: NOMNOMNOM caffienatedconfetti: OH MY GOODNESS caffienatedconfetti: YES PLEASE caffienatedconfetti: FLUFF caffienatedconfetti: YEESSSSSS caffienatedconfetti: BWAAAAAAAAAH Thebes: It's like Mary Poppins but as a cat-wookie caffienatedconfetti: oh my god you're right Jalaperilo: is it just me its buffering for> Knock Out: Now, frankly, why does everyone make such a fuss over the whole "the children are dead" reading? Knock Out: Who cares if they are? Knock Out: I'd like to see this when I die. Starscreamapillar: They sure do not seem to. caffienatedconfetti: they're not dead!!! i hate that theory caffienatedconfetti: totoro is a story about childhood wonder and dealing with family struggles Knock Out: I didn't read it that way. Just saying, it's the softest depiction of the afterlife I've ever seen. Knock Out: Or would be, rather. caffienatedconfetti: sorry, that interpretation is just a pet peeve caffienatedconfetti: you're right, tho Knock Out: It does seem like it would be gilding the lily. Knock Out: I like that it's a tale about nothing. caffienatedconfetti: hm Knock Out: It does seem like it would be gilding the lily. Knock Out: I like that it's a tale about nothing. caffienatedconfetti: hm caffienatedconfetti: yeah, i think you're right thenightetc: ...Nanny. No. caffienatedconfetti: sometimes it's nice to indulge in something cute and small Starscreamapillar: That is reckless to tell children thenightetc: It really is. caffienatedconfetti: what'd she say? thenightetc: That if the mom ate the vegetables she'd be cured. caffienatedconfetti: ooooooh dear Knock Out: Someone else please watch these children. Starscreamapillar: Clearly she cannot really watch them. caffienatedconfetti: lay off the old lady starscream Starscreamapillar: Never. Knock Out: Oh, but she sounds like the old human from the sticky buddy dub. Jalaperilo: hah! caffienatedconfetti: oh goodness thenightetc: GOAT EYES. caffienatedconfetti: AHHHH caffienatedconfetti: AHHHH caffienatedconfetti: NO Jalaperilo: i love goats caffienatedconfetti: sorry but that one looked terrifying caffienatedconfetti: beign angry and sad is tiring Jalaperilo: is that why i'm knackered all the time? caffienatedconfetti: probs thenightetc: ...I don't think it's "just a cold" Knock Out: Stop saying unhelpful things! thenightetc: Oh my god! thenightetc: Now if she DOES die it'll be like she was deliberately leaving! Starscreamapillar: Indeed. Knock Out: "Mommy's lungs are filling up with cottage cheese because you were naughty once." Jalaperilo: *** hell knock Thebes: WHY is she the only option for babysitting! thenightetc: And now apparently Mei's run off to bring her corn, because Nanny said the corn would make her get better. caffienatedconfetti: because they're in the middle of nowhere thenightetc: Good. Job. thenightetc: "So, your four-year-old's missing... I may have told her some.... things... anyway, it's not my fault" caffienatedconfetti: hey, she wasn't being malicious Jalaperilo: we had TB vaccines in school as a nationwide program as a kid, but we had to have a Heaf test before to see if we were immune. and i was the only one in the year group of 200 to reacted positive. Jalaperilo: i've never had tb previously, or been near someone who had, so they guessed I was a dormant carrier Jalaperilo: so i cant wait for my lungs to fill with cottage cheese thenightetc: s...so some other small child may have drowned there. Starscreamapillar: Well, it is apparently easy for them to just wander off. Knock Out: I'm sure that won't happen. And if it does, they'll offer you more substantial treatment than corn. Jalaperilo: hah Jalaperilo: and here i was already shucking a corn caffienatedconfetti: "whhhhhaaaa slow down bby" caffienatedconfetti: "im sleep" caffienatedconfetti: "oh my god dont cry" caffienatedconfetti: RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWR caffienatedconfetti: the catbus cometh Jalaperilo: ngl. totoro is a bit terrifying caffienatedconfetti: just a lil caffienatedconfetti: but his teeth aren't sharp so no flesh-eating there Knock Out: Unless he swallows you whole. Starscreamapillar: The flat teeth are to shatter your bones. Jalaperilo: the 4 year old is missing so we're gonna let the 11 year old run off as well caffienatedconfetti: you're thinking of hippos Starscreamapillar: That cannot be good for the power lines. caffienatedconfetti: blink Knock Out: It's an anatomically correct bus. Lovely! caffienatedconfetti: rowr caffienatedconfetti: blink Jalaperilo: it looks like the mother has hydrocephalus as well Starscreamapillar: 'They'll be fine' as they both manage to run away. caffienatedconfetti: blink caffienatedconfetti: cern Knock Out: Well, it's reached her brain. Knock Out: Oh, that's too charming. thenightetc: It is! Knock Out: Alright. So the girls are NOT dead, but if they were, it would be Nanny's fault. thenightetc: Yes. Starscreamapillar: Indeed. Thebes: Absolutely caffienatedconfetti: i like to imagine totoro keeping the umbrella so long that moss and grass and flowersgrow on it Knock Out: That's adorable. Jalaperilo: there another anime, where a young sibling does actually die and the older one goes to get its sould Jalaperilo: i think theyre cats? Jalaperilo: its f ed up caffienatedconfetti: heck caffienatedconfetti: snowtoro Knock Out: Night on the Galactic Railroad? caffienatedconfetti: awwww man caffienatedconfetti: i still love this movie thenightetc: That was great. Jalaperilo: Cat Soup caffienatedconfetti: looks like we're out of luck huh Thebes: try kissanime.co caffienatedconfetti: anyway i gtg, it's getting late caffienatedconfetti: thanks so much for streaming this movie! Knock Out: Glad you were able to make it, caffienated human! Have a good night! caffienatedconfetti: totoro was my childhood fave caffienatedconfetti: and i have so many fond memories caffienatedconfetti: i'll draw him for you! caffienatedconfetti: ^u^ caffienatedconfetti: bye! night night! Jalaperilo: dont stay too caffinated or youll never sleep caffienatedconfetti: lelellelelle caffienatedconfetti: also, don't let starscream squish me caffienatedconfetti: he's a butt Starscreamapillar: ... Starscreamapillar: I think insulting me is grounds for crushing you. Cardinal: Hello! Jalaperilo: i think i'm heading off as well. i'm gonna eat the last bites of Stollen and go to bed caffienatedconfetti: you would crush someone for looking at you the wrong way Jalaperilo: night all Knock Out: Goodnight, Jalaperilo human. Knock Out: Hello, Cardinal! Starscreamapillar: Hardly, or I'd spend my days doing nothing but crushing people. Jalaperilo: hi and bye Cardi caffienatedconfetti: i'm not getting into this caffienatedconfetti: i could spend all night insulting you Cardinal: *waves* Thebes: I want ten caffienatedconfetti: hell i'm stayin for tyhe kitten Starscreamapillar: This one has sharp teeth. caffienatedconfetti: OOHOOOHOHO thenightetc: omg thenightetc: OMG. caffienatedconfetti: THAT IS caffienatedconfetti: A LOT OF TOTOROS caffienatedconfetti: OH MY LORD caffienatedconfetti: OOHOHOHOOH caffienatedconfetti: OOOHOOHOG Knock Out: Did they carry her off to something sinister? thenightetc: Do they just keep getting longer and longer with more and more legs as they get older, or...? Starscreamapillar: She is this night's sacrifice. caffienatedconfetti: She's the sacrifice caffienatedconfetti: oh my god jinx Knock Out: The Totoros fill it and then it flies out into the sea and crashes. Knock Out: Such is the circle of life. Knock Out: Oh no, she choked it. thenightetc: Noooo thenightetc: At least she's okay caffienatedconfetti: oh my sweet lord jesus baby christ on a bke Thebes: FLAPPY CATBOAT thenightetc: So many legs. caffienatedconfetti: i am so glad i stayed Knock Out: I want to know where it's taking them and why "their" Totoro didn't go. Starscreamapillar: That was weird. caffienatedconfetti: looks liket hat's thge end! caffienatedconfetti: i'll see ya! Knock Out: Looks like it! thenightetc: On an adventure? Starscreamapillar: The land of wind and shadow, probably. Knock Out: Where they may or may not be feasting on bones. Starscreamapillar: Definitely feasting on bones. Knock Out: What a beautiful note to end the night on. Thebes: faded out background characters with lights in them? I'm guessing they're dead, 'cause Ghibli likes that Thebes: catboat flappin' off into the afterlife. Starscreamapillar: Indeed. Thank you for the entertainment, I enjoyed it. thenightetc: Yes, thank you for the stream. :) Thebes: it was great! Knock Out: Thank *you* for your commentary! thenightetc: Aww, shucks. thenightetc: Goodnight! Knock Out: Goodnight, all! Thebes: good night!

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