#alexander rose you sick bastard

[culperscomet]

the way the turn writers had the chance to change lives with this one line and the scene was scrapped

“when you see any man hang?” “yes sir” WHAT????

now keep that in the back of your mind whenever there’s an execution scene because oh my god it ruined me emotionally upon rewatch. i am this scenes number one defender. s3 literally starts and ends with hangings and this one line would’ve made things come full circle at least for ben’s plot that season i would’ve killed for this actually

[sword-and-sorrow]

For one of the first times since they’d met, Alexander found himself fully disagreeing with Isabella, shaking his head with a quiet, “no, what the fuck, Isabella….this is serious, t-this is your life we’re talking about. I….oh god” before lunging forward to pull her into a bracing hug. Even though he claimed that he himself was fine, soon enough a few tears were landing on Isabella’s shoulder.

Pulling away with a shaky sigh, he shook his head again with a broken laugh and a, “you sick bastard, you made me fucking cry” before punching her lightly. Realising she likely wanted to forget about it all, Alexander grinned at her with a, “we should go see how many people we can swindle out of money at the bar.”

Not wanting to talk about the fact that he likely couldn’t play the lute like usual downstairs, he instead rose to his feet and willed his hands to still as he picked up his coat and instrument.

Isabella thought her feet might fall off from the way they kept rubbing against the leather if her boots but she didn't voice that. Instead, she pressed on with hardly a grunt of pain.

Her companion, an empty-headed bard with a penchant for getting on her nerves, was playing with his idiotic instrument as they marched through the brush.

"Quiet," Bella said suddenly. "Do you hear that?"

A moment passed. The only sound was the birds and the squirrels in the trees.

"That's what we should be hearing. Pipe down."

Alexander, who was fiddling around on his lute and occasionally serenading whatever small wildlife crossed their path, immediately stopped in his path when Isabella commanded him to be quiet.

Eyes wide and mouth slack as he awaited some kind of danger, he scowled at Isabella when he realised her motive, resuming his strumming with a, “you simply don’t appreciate my talents. You know, someday you’ll wake up and I’ll be gone, my heart wrenching music and I. That’ll be a day for you!”

He himself was exhausted, voicing his concerns every so often with a whiny, “aw, can’t we stop? I need to look beautiful, not all covered in dirt and scabby.” as he’d bump up against Isabella. However, he kept going nonetheless, him and his stupidly extravagant self.

@hellachaotic

[myth01s]

Mercy || Self Para

TW: slavery implication, torture implication, blood, violence and gore.

There was a monotonous rhythm of chains rattling as he walked, the heavy metal scraping against his skin around his neck and his wrists and ankles. His cheeks sunken from malnourishment, looking like a walking rotten corpse than a living being. Well, as much of a living being an un-life could be. His eyes unfocused, merely following wherever he was led to by his Master’s carriage, dragging his feet with each step that he took. He would sometimes lose his balance and fall onto the muddy ground, letting himself be dragged alone before standing back on his feet. His hair unkept, bald patches here and there from where his Master had pulled his hair too hard, and some parts were cut haphazardly. He wasn’t given any clothes except for the clothe that covered his groin to humiliate him, exposing the mark under his right collarbone that he belonged to his Master, along with cicatrices from sunlight burnt and whips from his Master’s treatment, bites and claw marks and scars from fights he was involved in that didn’t quite heal.

He was now merely a shell of a man that he once was.

Days turned into months, then years turned to decades. Before he knew almost a century had passed. The heavy chains around him used to burden him greatly that he was unable to move a muscle became merely a nuisance now, and his Master had never bothered to remove them since he saw the strength that he had garnered. He was sure he saw the fear in his Master’s eyes once he learned of this, perhaps the reason for the scarce feeding over time. He relished on the idea as he clenched his hand into a fist, clinging foolishly onto hope despite the decades of abuse that there was still hope for him to escape before it faded into the back of his mind, becoming nothing more than a pipe dream.

There is no way to escape.

The realisation hit him hard, and he was once again reminded of the hopelessness that he felt, the ache in his chest that grew unbearable until he became numb with pain. What fuelled his retaliation against his Master’s abuse and the hope to escape this man-made Hell grew dimmer as the years stretched on, until he stopped hoping altogether and let the abuse continued, turning those hopes that he once had into something darker. That his Master’s abuse would be too much even for his body to bear, broken beyond repair that even his healing ability wasn’t able to fix.

His death would be welcomed then. But knowing his Master, it wouldn’t be as easy.

Sometimes his Master would praise him for his beautiful brown skin, his exotic feature that could never be found across the colonial country. His hands would reach out to him with open arms, a gentleness that belied his cruel intention. He would flinch whenever his Master tried to touch him, which soured his Master’s mood and resulted in his beating. He would be left in the small room for his body to heal what’s broken, lying on the cold hard ground without being able to move. He’d be fed with rotten corpses or dying werewolves or sickly bastards who dared to wrong his Master, and out of desperation and hunger he would feed upon them, only to be sick afterwards. He considered those to be the good days, since his Master remember to feed him.

His ears perked up at the hushed voices ahead. Two vampires. Guards. They were talking. Something about a mob in front of them, waiting. A group of hunters, larger than they had ever seen. Close to fifty. No. a hundred perhaps. Waiting deeper in the woods for them. An exaggeration. Perhaps, perhaps not. They couldn’t be sure until they investigate further.

Hunters. He’d encountered them before, when humans were brave enough to hunt down his Master. He would kill them in his Master’s stead, the promise of their blood to feed himself hung above his head than his own morale. He’d always leave one survivor, mortally wounded but not enough to end their lives. He told them, compelled them, to find him and his Master if they wanted revenge, risking his Master’s wrath just for that glimpse of hope that they would follow through. He wasn’t even sure that it worked, foolishly he had been hoping that it would. But after several more attempts and none of them had returned for him and his Master, he’d given up on the notion entirely.

The carriage stopped, and one of them tapped on the door, letting his Master know what awaited them. “My pet can handle them,” his Master’s voice rang through the night, and the guard looked at him, pity in his eyes, before looking back at the carriage. He tried to convince his Master that it was best for them to scout further ahead. “Are you underestimating me?” he felt shiver ran down his spine at the shout, panic rose inside his chest as he tried to make himself smaller, desperately hoping that he would survive this ordeal. It was funny to him, how his mind so often thought of death and dying, but when the situation presented itself, he became a coward and clinging uselessly onto hope.

“Fine,” he tuned back into the conversation, catching the last bits of what was being said. There was relief in the guard’s voice, looking back at him again before joining the other guard. Words were exchanged, and one of them slipped through the night to confirm their suspicion.

He tapped his thumb on his index finger to mark the seconds that passed, having something to focus on as he waited. He would need to kill again, from what he heard from his Master. That was fine. He was feeling hungry, anyway. He didn’t remember the last time he was fed. Was it few days ago, or was it last week? He couldn’t recall. It was leftover from his Master’s feeding, that he remembered. The corpse was fresh, and he lapped on the guzzling blood as much as he could. If he was careful, he could have his fill with these hunters, and it would last him for a few more days, perhaps.

Minutes passed, and there was still no sign od the guard returning. “What’s taking him so long?” His master grew restless, he could feel it in his skin and in the air, and he recoiled. It wouldn’t be long now.

There was a gunshot being fired, and shouts of several men. Had he been discovered?

His Master got out from the carriage, cursing loudly as another gunshot was heard, then another. The gunshots would not cease. Shadows moved between the woods, and it made him wonder how they hadn’t noticed them before. Then he realised that they had cover their scent with dirt and something else. Blood? Magic. Did they kill witches before they hunt the vampires?

The carriage wouldn’t protect his Master now, and he heard him cursed again. The chains that tied him to the carriage was released, but not those on him. “Kill them,” his master pulled the chains around his neck, his lips twisted into a smile. “They dare to challenge me. Come, I’ll let you feed on their corpses. Tonight, we’ll leave their corpses in our wake!”

He was then pushed aside, taking a step back as his Master challenged the shadows that lurked, their guns pointed at them. Didn’t they know guns were useless against them?

Another gunshot was fired, and his Master screamed in pain. He had never heard his Master screamed like this. he looked up, barely enough time to notice inside him as another gunshot was fired, saved only by his body moving instinctively. His mind grew blank as he moved through the woods, using his chains to wrap around one of the hunter’s neck and snapping it in half with ease. He crouched between the trees, watching as his Master moved erratically avoiding the bullets aimed at him. Bodies fell where his Master was. Blood gushing out and bathed his Master red as he fed.

But the healing was slow, and the bullets kept coming.

Gunshots were fired. The bullets made his Master screamed.

The bullets made his Master screamed.

They were prepared.

They could kill his Master and him.

His Master could be killed right here and now. This was his chance. His hope.

but he needed to be quick. The bullets would run out soon enough, and his Master would have time to recover. He needed strength and speed to match his Master and to avoid the hunters. But most of all, he needed to survive this. He wanted to survive this.

He desperately hoped to survive this.

He tore into the corpse, blood dripping from his chin as he gulped greedily. He felt his strength returning, but not enough. He needed more. So he grabbed the gun and fired at the next hunter, using it as a meat shield as he fired the next bullet at his Master. It missed, but it caught his Master’s attention. Confusion marred his face before shifting to rage, screaming his name as he charged forward.

And he was ready for him.

They fought while fending off the hoard of hunters. Guns fired and swords clashing at the speed human eyes couldn’t comprehend as they traded blow. It's a suicide mission, and he wasn't even sure if he would survive, but he didn't care. He wanted his Master dead. And he failed now, he wouldn’t get another chance. It was now or never.

One misstep was all he needed, and his Master faltered, not as battle worn as he was. He pushed the sword into his chest, pinning his master to the ground with his chains. “You bastard!” his Master spat, clawing at the heavy chains around his neck. “Release me! You dare defy me?! Release me!!” his Master landed a punch on his chest, his face, but he was relentless.

The hunters didn’t matter now. Their bullets would only hurt him, but it wouldn’t kill him. And they would run out of bullets soon, he was sure of it.

What matters now was his Master. Alexander.

His hatred boiled to the surface, and he was only seeing red. He wrapped the chains around his fist and slammed it against Alexander’s face, bashing his skull in. Blood splattered across his face. But he didn’t stop. He continued to land blow after blow until he was satisfied. Until Alexander was barely recognisable. Until his scream that echoed through the forest became a sob, a grunt, and then silence.

His body healed the wounds and still Tuah swung his fist until his own knuckle bruised and sore. He leaned back, watching as Alexander’s body tried to heal itself. He then grabbed the sword that he pinned Alexander with and pulled it across his chest, and Alexander’s scream renewed. He swung his fist once more, this time on Alexander’s chest where his heart would be, breaking the ribs that protected the precious organ. He squeezed the heart in his hand, his eyes locked onto Alexander’s as he screamed, before ripping it from Alexander’s chest.

“Hutang darah pasti dibayar dengan darah (blood must be paid with blood).” His voice sounded strange even to him, long had he spoke in his native tongue. He watched as light faded from Alexander’s eyes, but he could never be too sure. So he grabbed the sword and got up, the heart rolled from his hand and onto the ground with a squelch. Tuah grabbed hold of Alexander by the hair, the sword raised above him.

With a clean swipe, Alexander’s head was separated from his body.

Finally, he was free.

But his freedom felt hollow. There was no cheer or warmth that he came to expect from taking back what was his. He looked down at his chained wrists. Was he truly free?

He didn’t realise that the hunters had stopped their firing, waiting with bated breath as they witness to the vampire’s cruelty.

Tuah looked up, throwing Alexander’s head to the ground careless. He finally noticed that the night was starless, the eleventh month bringing biting cold that he wouldn’t have survived if he was still human. He felt a droplet on his face, then another, before November rain started to shower them. Fog started to cover the forest ground in no time.

He looked down at the headless body, taking both the sword in Alexander’s chest and in his hand and strolled towards the remaining hunters. "Are you going to stop me?" His question was met with a cock of a gun and a bullet flew pass him. He sighed, not wanting to shed anymore blood than he already had. He could’ve let them go, but he couldn’t risk of them chasing after him when he had only had his freedom.

When dawn came, when others were brave enough to venture into the woods, they would find bodies scattered across the floor, some mutilated beyond recognition, others were cleanly cut. There was one body that was badly burnt. And they would wonder what had happened the night before.

“May your God have mercy on you,” he told them, moving to pierce the sword onto their chest, watching the fear in their eyes faded as life slipped away. “Because I will not.”

This was the price of his freedom.

They never found the answer, as there was no witness to retell the story.

[arcxnumvitae]

“You ever stop to think about how fucked we are?” Beside him, he felt Alexa shift slightly.

“In general or...?” 

“You know, I don’t think I care for your newfound sense of humor.” Still Val chuckled, but it wasn’t long before he was sighing. “I mean with Alexander.” He didn’t have to glance over to sense the way that the other stilled at the name. At this point, Alexander Moore was beginning to become something of a boogeyman to them, something they didn’t want to talk about but who hung over them like a dark cloud nevertheless. “We know how much of a stubborn bastard him and Luther are and we know they won’t stop looking for us, if at least to make us regret running off.”

“Master--”

“Don’t.” The harshness of his hiss caused Alexa to flinch in surprise. He always hated how she called Luther that. Val knew it was because of how they’d beaten it into her since she was little, another small way of taking away her freedom and making her even more theirs, but he never could deny the bitter taste that always rose up in his mouth whenever she said it. “You don’t have to call him that anymore. They’re not in charge of us now. We’re free. Gone from them.”

“...Are we really?” Val glanced over to find Alexa staring off into the distance, her dark eyes unreadable even to him. “We made it easier for them.”

Val sighed, “You’re talking about Bijou and the group.” If there was one thing the two of them knew it was that Alexander loved using hostages and bonds as a way to push others to do his bidding. Alexa...Alexa found that out the hard way before she even met him. And since he had come into her life they’d been used as leverage for each other. And now...now the two of them had surrounded themselves with a buffet of options for the Moores by way of the Winged Marauders. If it came down to it, his and Alexa’s freedom and safety over the lives of any one of the Marauders...Val didn’t want to dwell on what choice he’d make. He was a bastard through and through, he didn’t see that changing any time soon. But Alexa, Alexa who somehow always managed to keep a spark of decency lit within her, he knew what her choice would be.

She gave a terse nod and a slight downward tug at the corners of her lips announced her next words, “And the French man too.” 

Val frowned, he hadn’t thought of it before but--but yeah, Zale would be seen as leverage too by Alexander. Fucking great. A heavy sigh left his lips. “The irony of it isn’t lost on me by the way.”

“Arata Delacroix?”

“Being hounded by one French bastard then another, I’m starting to get sick of that damn country.”

“Sure you are. Are you bothered?”

“...No, I did what I had to do. Either I shot the kid and his mom or I would have died. Or worse, Alexander would get pissed.” And that was as good as death. “Nah, I’d do it again if given the choice.”

“You’re still bothered.”

He bit back another sigh, she was right. “The guy made a new life for himself, found a family, a girlfriend, everything. Years go by. And then without warning, Alexander Moore shows up and undoes it all in just a few hours.” The meaning behind his words were clear, the same could happen to them at any point. Just when they were starting to think they were safe, that damn family could show up and drag them back into their own personal hell again. After all, could they really keep running forever?

“You’re scared.” The words were said simply.

A flash of anger lit in Val’s eyes and they cut towards the other, though this time she held steady under the fire in his gaze, cool eyes meeting heated. “Like hell I’d be scared of those fuckers. We already lived through the worst damned nightmare, what more can those assholes do to us that they already haven’t?” With an aggravated sigh, Val rose to his feet, no longer meeting Alexa’s eyes as he grumbled, “I’m gonna go see if Bijou needs help with anything.”

As he stalked away, three quiet words from her followed behind him in lieu of a goodbye. “You are scared.”

He didn’t have a response.

[catscraftsandcommentary]

Tiny innkeeper Steve and cowboy Bucky vs the Old West

A while back, @greenbergwrites had an idea about a Steve/Bucky AU set in the Old West, and I expanded on it a little bit. Well, since then I’ve been thinking about it some more, so have an updated version.

Steve is an omega who inherited an inn from his parents - the Irish Rose. It’s a simple little place, but he loves it and works hard to keep it clean and neat. It reminds him of his ma, and her stories about moving out West with his pa and building the Rose. It’s small - a common room, kitchen, and his room on the ground floor with a few inn rooms above and a stable out back - but it’s his. His family’s, for all that he’s the only one left.

New Brooklyn - the town where the Rose is - is also pretty small, really just a stopping point between (slightly) larger towns around them, or a way to fill in large empty patches on a map. 

Mr. Fury runs the general store, which doubles as the post office and sometimes the sheriff’s office, if someone needs him or his friend Coulson to keep the peace. They’re both confirmed bachelors, and sometimes one or the other will ride off for a week or to “for business”, though Steve doesn’t know what type of business that is. It’s odd to have two alphas sharing a business, but they seem to get along fine. They keep to themselves, although Mr. Coulson is always friendly when Steve stops in for supplies.

The other main business in town, though - Brock Rumlow owns The Second Head, and he’s a bastard of a bartender and an alpha if Steve’s ever seen one. He comes on all charming, but he turns nasty if he doesn’t get what he wants. And he’s wanted the Irish Rose for years. 

It’s too big for one little omega to manage all by himself, he says, especially with how sick little Stevie gets. And the Head and the Rose are right next door, it just makes sense to merge them together. Besides, wouldn’t Steve feel better with a nice strong alpha to watch over him, keep him safe?

That last is usually accompanied with a pat to Steve’s ass, which Steve returns by punching Rumlow, and then someone needs to pull them apart. Steve despises Rumlow, and his useless, mangy friends who hang around. He dislikes alphas in general, from their arrogance to their condescending assumptions to their invasive manners. He’s turned away more than one customer for asking to see “the alpha of the house,” as if he can’t manage on his own.

Despite this, he has fairly steady business. New Brooklyn is half a day’s ride south of Stark Town, the nearest city, and sometimes travelers who didn’t stop in the larger city will stop here. Hell, some people just want the quiet. There’s been a rivalry between the Starks - Howard Stark and then his son Tony - and Alexander Pierce for as long as Steve remembers. Pierce wants to own the whole west, and Stark wants a railroad, but not through Pierce’s land, and it’s all a headache.

Anyway, Steve doesn’t worry about it. He has an inn to run, and that’s enough for him. He’s not expecting anything new when a woman comes in, requesting two rooms and three stalls in the stables, so he just shows her upstairs. She’s small, with bright red hair and a beautiful face, though her eyes are hard. A sandy-haired man follows her, stopping to throw a bag in the second room, and Steve doesn’t pay them much mind before he goes to start dinner.

He doesn’t see the third lodger until the morning, when he’s trying - and mostly failing - to get the stove to cooperate long enough to cook breakfast. A handsome alpha with shoulder length, dark hair drags his way into the kitchen, looking mostly asleep and barely dressed.

“God, s’that coffee?” His voice is low and sleep-slurred. “Fuckin’ Barton always burns it.”

Handsome the man may be, but Steve still glares at his intrusion into his kitchen. “Breakfast will be ready in a few minutes. You can wait in the common room.” 

The man, for a wonder, takes the hint and ambles off to sit where he can watch the kitchen door and the stairs. He actually keeps the other man from barging in too, which earns him a little respect.

And the first mug of coffee, when Steve calls the trio to fill their plates. The woman has to drag the other man away from the coffee pot and back to the table, an exasperated look on her face. “Barnes, keep him here while I get food.”

“Yes’m.”

Steve’s surprised to hear an alpha man obey a beta woman, but perhaps she’s his sister? “Are you Barton?”

“No, that’s the useless lump.” She nods at the sandy-haired man, now whining into his empty mug. “Romanova. Free rider and hired gun.” She offers a hand, and Steve takes it.

“Steve Rogers, innkeep.” He takes the coffee pot over to their table and refills everyone’s cup. Barton is too asleep to do more than gulp it down immediately - and how he doesn’t burn himself, Steve doesn’t know - but Barnes smiles and thanks him.

They don’t stay long after breakfast - Barton drinks an entire pot of coffee by himself while the other two work steadily through their food. Barnes overpays for their stay, and when Barton grumbles, says that he owes it for drinking all of Steve’s coffee and he can win it back at the next bar.

TBC

[my-name-is-kat-nis-blog]

Audition Monologue Choices for Silent Sky

Teach Me How to Cry By Patrictia Joudry MELINDA It’s cloudy. It’s going to rain. Do you like rain? I love it. I love it better than anything in the world. I like to be out in it. When it rains in the night, I get up and sit looking at it, and want to go out in the rain. (pause) Will you be going away? You will, won’t you? (No answer. She goes front and looks down) The cliff is steep. I look up at it sometimes when I’m walking home from school. If a person fell down that cliff, they’d be killed. Or if they were pushed. Stop talking to me. You talk and talk and I don’t understand. Go on then! As far away as you want! I don’t know why we came to this terrible place. I hate it here. There aren’t any flowers-nothing. There used to be music here. It was springtime, like now, only people used to come here. They were in love, and they listened to the music. A band played. They were sad. I seem to know it. I seem to hear the music. It makes me want to cry. No, I never cry. I’m cold-it’s getting cold. It’s like crying. Like the sky crying. What? My mother isn’t insane. That’s-a-terrible-thing to say. There isn’t anything the matter with her! She’s-she acts perfectly fine. She’s just young. (pleading) There’s nothing wrong with being young! My mother isn’t old! My mother is never tired! My mother looks after me. She’s always there-for me to go home to-and we talk. I can tell her about things-I can ask her things too! Anything! Anything at al! She helps me to understand. She knows about me- (slight pause) When you want to know something, you ask your mother. When you’re lonely, you go to your mother and she explains things and you’re not lonely anymore. When you don’t understand-when you’re frightened in the nightwhen you’re hurt-your mother makes things better. She puts her arms around you, and you can lean on her. You can lean on her. (she is looking front) No, I’m not crying. It’s the rain. They dry by themselves.

DIARY OF ANNE FRANK ANNE Look, Peter, the sky. (she looks up through the skylight) What a lovely, lovely day! Aren't the clouds beautiful? You know what I do when it seems as if I couldn't stand being cooped up for one more minute? I think myself out. I think myself on a walk in the park where I used to go with Pim. Where the jonquils and the crocus and the violets grow down the slopes. You know the most wonderful part about thinking yourself out? You can have it any way you like. You can have roses and violets and chrysanthemums all blooming at the same time? It's funny. I used to take it all for granted. And now I've gone crazy about everything to do with nature. Haven't you? (softly) I wish you had a religion, Peter. Oh, I don't mean you have to be Orthodox, or believe in heaven and hell and purgatory and things. I just mean some religion. It doesn't matter what. Just to believe in something! When I think of all that's out there. The trees. And flowers. And seagulls. When I think of the dearness of you, Peter. And the goodness of people we know. Mr. Kraler, Miep, Dirk, the vegetable man, all risking their lives for us everyday. When I think of these good things, I'm not afraid any more. I find myself, and God, and I... We're not the only people that've had to suffer. There've always been people that've had to. Sometimes one race, sometimes another, and yet...I know it's terrible, trying to have any faith when people are doing such horrible things, but you know what I sometimes think? I think the world may be going through a phase, the way I was with Mother. It'll pass, maybe not for hundreds of years, but some day I still believe, in spite of everything, that people are really good at heart. Peter, if you'd only look at it as part of a great pattern? That we're just a little minute in the life? (she breaks off) Listen to us, going at each other like a couple of stupid grownups! Look at the sky now. Isn't it lovely?

From Transit of Venus by Maureen Hunter Canada Playwrights Express CELESTE No. I don‟t do it, you see. I don‟t do any of it. I don‟t baste, I don‟t sew, I don‟t knit, I don‟t mend, I don‟t darn, I don‟t tat, I don‟t embroider and I do not do petti-point! I do, however, read. And because I can read, I can learn. Oh, I can‟t actually travel – you have the advantage of me there - but I can read about travel, I can dream about it, I can imagine what it‟s like. I‟ve been everywhere with you. You don‟t know it, but I have. I know every inch of sea you‟ve sailed, every island you‟ve set foot on. I know how the rains come sweeping across the mountains of Ile de France, and how the island itself lies curled in the sea like an oyster. I know about the doldrums and trade winds and tides. Tides! Tides are so mysterious. We‟ve known about them since the days of Alexander, yet there‟s so much we don‟t know. Why, for instance are there two high tides and two low tides every day in some places, and only one in others? Why the tides of Saint Malo rise almost ten meters and only a fraction of that on the islands you visited? They do; did you know that? I want to know why. I want to know everything there is to know before I die. This was your gift to me, you see? You pointed me at the sky and said, look! And when I looked, what did I see? Mirrors! Mirrors reflecting mirrors reflecting mirrors, on and on to infinity. So much to know, so much to learn, so much to wonder about. Once you begin to wonder, it‟s impossible, isn‟t it – inconceivable! – to abandon that sense of wonder for anything as straight-forward and mundane as a needle and a piece of thread.

A Talk In The Park CONFUSIONS By Alan Ayckbourn BERYL Thanks. Sorry, only the man over there won’t stop talking. I wanted to read this in peace. I couldn’t concentrate. He just kept going on and on about his collections or something. I normally don’t mind too much, only if you get a letter like this, you need all your concentration. You can’t have people talking in your ear – especially when you’re trying to decipher writing like this. He must have been stoned out of his mind when he wrote it. It wouldn’t be unusual. Look at it. He wants me to come back. Some hopes. To him. He’s sorry, he didn’t mean to do what he did, he won’t do it again I promise, etc., etc. I seem to have heard that before. It’s not the first time, I can tell you. And there’s no excuse for it, is there? Violence. I mean, what am I supposed to do? Keep going back to that? Every time he loses his temper he … I mean, there’s no excuse. A fracture, you know. It was nearly a compound fracture. That’s what they told me. (indicating her head) Right here. You can practically see it to this day. Two X-rays. I said to him when I got home, I said, “You bastard, you know what you did to my head?” He just stands there. The way he does. “Sorry,” he says, “I’m ever so sorry.” I told him, I said, “You’re a bastard, that’s what you are. A right, uncontrolled, violent, bad-tempered bastard.” You know what he said? He says, “You call me a bastard again and I’ll smash your stupid face in”

A RAISIN IN THE SUN, by Lorraine Hansberry This play focuses on the Youngers, an African-American family living on the South Side of Chicago in the 1950s. When the play begins, the family is about to receive an insurance check for $10,000 from their deceased father’s life insurance policy. Each member of the family has an idea as to what this money should be used for. Beneatha tries to convince her brother and mother to use the money for her medical school tuition. BENEATHA: When I was small… we used to take our sleds out in the wintertime and the only hills we had were the ice-covered stone steps of some houses down the street. And we used to fill them in with snow and make them smooth and slide down them all day… and it was very dangerous, you know… far too steep… and sure enough one day a kid named Rufus came down too fast and hit the sidewalk and we saw his face just split open right there in front of us… And I remember standing there looking at his bloody open face thinking that was the end of Rufus. But the ambulance came and they took him to the hospital and they fixed the broken bones and sewed it all up… and the next time I saw Rufus he just had a little line down the middle of his face…. I never got over that… What one person could do for another, fix him up – sew up the problem, make him all right again. That was the most marvelous thing in the world... I wanted to do that. I always thought it was the one concrete thing in the world a human being could do. Fix up the sick, you know – and make them whole again. This was truly being God… It used to be so important to me. It used to matter. I used to care. Yes – I think [I stopped]. Because it doesn’t seem deep enough, close enough to what ails mankind! It was a child’s way of seeing things – or an idealist’s. You are still where I left off. You with all of your talk and dreams about Africa! You still think you can patch up the world. Cure the Great Sore of Colonialism – (loftily, mocking it) with the Penicillin of Independence - ! Independence and then what? What about the crooks and thieves and just plain idiots who will come into power and steal and plunder the same as before – only now they will be black and do it in the name of the new independence – WHAT ABOUT THEM?

[ladyknightskye]

FYDL Day 10 - Reprogrammed (Dangerous Territory)

Organization: Autism Speaks

Title: Reprogrammed

Prompt: Dangerous Territory

Characters: Darcy Lewis, the Winter Soldier, Alexander Pierce, Brock Rumlow

Relationship: Darcy Lewis/James “Bucky” Barnes, WinterShock

Continuity: Pre-CA: The Winter Soldier Canon Divergent, happening concurrent to canonical events of Iron Man 3

Warnings: Implications of rape and torture

This is technically not the sequel to the previous drabble I submitted (Negotiations) as there are several drabbles between the two, but this one was inspired by the prompt, maybe with a little more emphasis on Dangerous than territory. If you’d like to check out the events between the two, then you can check out Darcy Lewis & the Winter Soldier on AO3. However, that’s usually updated later in the evening (East Coast NA time) so don’t be surprised if Negotiations is the final chapter. Just means I haven’t gotten the chance to update there yet. Thank you!

The sound of Darcy’s ragged breaths were the only thing that echoed through the apartment. The HYDRA agents that surrounded them all had weapons leveled at her, and James was being restrained by the big guys. The one who the others called Rumlow had led the incursion into their apartment. When Darcy had frantically called to JARVIS the AI had not responded. Tony Stark was MIA as was Pepper Potts, Bruce was off somewhere visiting his girlfriend, and Captain America was in Washington. She and James were the only occupants of the Tower, and these mooks had made it in by posing as SHIELD agents.

           When she said as much, the one called Rumlow laughed. “Honey, we didn’t pose. We are SHIELD agents.”

           That had made her blanch. “I will say, I’m a bit surprised,” the thug went on, “I didn’t think the Winter Soldier would really be held docile by us putting a gun to your head.”

           Darcy’s eyes slid to James. His face was blank, but his eyes were glassy and his pupils blown wide. His skin was clammy white, and she could even see veins beneath his skin. He was afraid, and his terror drove hers. “What are you going to do to us?”

           “Now, we’re going to do what we have to,” another masculine voice said. In strode a familiar red-headed gentleman.

           “But you’re . . . Alexander Pierce! You’re the head of the World Security Council!” Darcy cried out. “The fuck!”

           He gave her a false smile, and a nod. “I see you know me,” he said calmly. “And I know who you are.  Darcy Lewis, the woman who felled and tamed the Winter Soldier. You’ve had your fun, now I need the Soldier back.”

           “You bastard!” she shouted. “You’re one of the fuckers who tortured him! You sonsabitches!”

           The thug holding her reached out and slapped her. “Show some respect.”

           “Now, we don’t need any of that,” Pierce said. “You’ll get to have your fun with Ms. Lewis soon enough.”

           Darcy felt her blood run cold. She knew that she was in dangerous territory here, but damn. Damn. Damn. She had already seen the one guy fingering his knife, and Rumlow had licked his lips while eyeing her breasts. In her political science studies she’d done enough reading to know about the sick things that could happen to women in times of war. And from the sounds of the monologue Pierce had just lapsed into for whose benefit she didn’t know, that’s what he believed they were waging. Or winning. Or something. The point being, Darcy realized damn well that her only chance of getting out of here was a traumatized victim of torture.

           And then things got worse.

           Taking a red notebook from one of the mooks, Pierce began speaking in Russian. The words were delivered slowly, deliberately, and with relish. James struggled at first, but what ever bindings they were using were keeping him in line. Darcy whispered, “James.”

           But she could tell that James wasn’t there anymore. The man who had revealed a love of cookies and fondness for science fiction movies was gone. Instead, there was only the Winter Soldier. She felt tears slide down her cheeks, despair closing her throat. “James.”

           Pierce was looking smug as he addressed the Soldier, gesturing for his restraints to be removed. “Good evening, Soldier.”

           However, his look quickly turned to one of astonishment as the Soldier faced Darcy. “Ready to comply.”

           “What?” she asked softly.

           “Ready to comply.” The Winter Soldier’s blank eyes bored into hers. “Awaiting orders.”

           Darcy lost all ability to breathe. Pierce looked apoplectic. “What is going on? Soldier, I am your commander for this mission!”

           Those eyes turned deadly, and they turned on Pierce. “My commander is Darcy Lewis. My Handler is Darcy Lewis.”

           That’s when it hit her. The sessions with Agent Romanoff. What had the woman told her? “If he asks for a mission, give him one.” At the time the words of advice had seemed odd seeing as they were discussing James’s favorite cookies, but now, it made perfect sense. “Soldier,” she croaked, “get me out of here safely, with minimal casualties.”

           He turned fluidly, with all the deadly grace of a big cat. He disarmed one of the thugs, and proceeded to put the royal smack down on Rumlow and his merry band of ne’er do wells. Pierce didn’t even try to put up a fight, and stepped back out of the room as James came back for Darcy. He gathered her up and escaped the building.

             The sun rose and Darcy was cuddled up against the Winter Soldier. However, this time she wasn’t nervous or afraid. “You had Romanoff help you circumvent the programming.”

           “Yes,” he answered. She smiled, and the Winter Soldier felt James rise up a little bit more. He could not fight his trigger words, and would lose out to the Soldier, but his programming had been predicated on someone without memories. The Soldier was an asset, a tool, a weapon who had no context, no real morality. If his handler told him it was the right thing to do, then that was that. Underneath the Soldier had always been a man, just a man with no context outside of the lies fed to him by HYDRA. He had tweaked it, moved it around with the help of Agent Romanoff so that he wasn’t just anyone’s tool. He was Darcy’s tool, because James was okay with that.  Darcy wouldn’t force him to murder anyone. She wouldn’t let him become a monster again.  She was kind and gentle, but also saucy and firm. For three months she’d been the constant in his life that had kept him sane.  She wasn’t afraid of the Soldier, nor did she pity him and make excuses. She accepted him with his nightmares, his past, his faults.

           And he loved her for it.

[jo-the-schmo]

Show Me (Breaking...Alternate Ending #4) Continuation of #2 & #3)

Show Me  #3

A/N: I lied, there’s gonna be more. Maybe this’ll fix my motivation…? I’m watching Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt and it is so good!!!

Wordcount: 1273

Warnings: Vomit, language. confrontation? 

Tags:  @midnightokieriete  @renae-writes @deltablue202 @literally-melonkitty@meunicorn @favouritefighting-frenchman @demi-godamit @gum-and-chips@sweaterkitty-fluff @pinkyiger7 @littlemissshortcakes@msageofenlightenment @unprofessional-inhumanbeing @fandom-panda-221 @hummusandchips @spoopy-piineapple @ashwolfcub @myself-and-the-madman @sweet-fate @superwholockbooknerd526 @frozengal2013@itsmikayblr @sarmar29 @arya-durin-77 @phantastic-fandoms@hoshihime98@shinigamired @martapetrovic @robotic-space @tayahqr (lol) @asprinkleofmermaids @pinkyiger7 (I’m tagging you twice my friend!) @satellitesuga @rose-coloured-nihilism @okie-dokie-artichokeme @alyssumax @pandartist @marquiis-de-la-baguette @abi-sans05 @apandawithcookies

It all must continue, the end is near for this line…

A few weeks passed by and you didn’t talk to anyone. You made a deal with Rachel to have her get everyone ready in the morning and you would do all of the tedious tasks. She tried to ask you why but you avoided it. It was the beginning of October and you weren’t doing well. Mentally or Physically. You were constantly tired and in pain. The nausea didn’t help either.  It was practically 24/7, you had to start carrying a bucket around with you to make sure you wouldn’t make a mess. Eliza had received a letter regarding her father. Apparently he had a bad spell and it required for them to leave earlier than expected. Everyone was preparing to leave that day so you stayed in your room, not wanting to risk running into anyone for too long. You stared down at the blank page and then to the quill in your head, you wanted to write but didn’t know what. That’s when your heard a knock at your door.

“Did you need something, Rachel?” You asked, keeping your eyes trained on the paper. You heard your door open.

“I cannot speak for Rachel, but yes, I do need something…” You shot up from your seat and turned around.

“Mr. Hamilton! W-What are you doing here…?” He sighed and closed the door behind him, taking a step towards you.

“I need to talk to you, Titania. And please, do not call me ‘Mr. Hamilton’. It isn’t like you!”

“Then what is ‘like me’?”

“Liveliness, incredible wit, impeccable wordplay, those things are like you! Please Y/N, tell me what’s taking those things away.” He sounded genuine.

“What did you expect to happen? I realized how stupid I was! You could never care for me the way you do for Eliza and I would never ask that of you! Why even try? I’ve already made enough mistakes, I shouldn’t drag you into making more!”

“But you aren’t dragging me Y/N, I made those choices of my own acc-”

“But that’s not how everyone else would see it! I’m the woman in this situation, ultimately it would be my fault! I would be the one to ‘seduce’ you, to ‘lure’ you away from your devoted family.” You felt your chest ache. “I ruined the one thing I wanted most…” Alex shook his head.

“You haven’t ruined anything!”

“Don’t try and fool me, Mr. Hamilton! I know what I’ve done…I know…” You clutched onto your desk as Alex came closer to you.

“Alex, not Mr. Hamilton. It’s Alex.” He insisted. You looked down at the ground.

“Hamilton-”

“Alex!” He placed his hand under your chin and raised your head to meet his eyes.

“Hamil-”

“It’s Alex!”

“Why do you even care? I don’t understand!” You hugged your chest.

“What do you mean ‘why’? You’ve been there for me through all of this! Of course I’m going to care once you start ignoring me!”

“You’re married, Alex! And we… Eliza doesn’t deserve this after everything that’s happened…” He looked at you sadly, pushing a strand of hair out of your face.

“Titania, listen to me okay? I love Eliza, with every ounce of my soul! But that doesn’t mean I don’t love you as well. Perhaps it is not in the same way, but I have always believed that you can love more than one person.”

“Did you love Maria too?” You asked, he frowned slightly.

“In a way, yes. I was quite fond of her.”

“And…Laurens?” He closed his eyes and thought for a moment.

“I would believe so, yes. He was definitely… different.”

“What…happens now?”

“That would be up to you. I respect your decisions and will follow your example. I want you to be happy.” He smiled at you. The clang of wheels against the ground could be heard from outside your window.

“That would be you, I suppose.”

“Come, everyone would love to say goodbye to you.” He encouraged. You were hesitant but reluctantly followed him out into the main room. Philip immediately was by your side.

“Y/N! Are you alright? You’ve been acting strange lately and I wasn’t sure what to do-”

“Shh, calm down Sunny! I’m… I’m sorry for worrying you. I’ve actually missed you a lot, I’m just really dumb sometimes.” You let out a nervous chuckle.

“You aren’t stupid! We’re going to be away for awhile so you better write back to me or else I’ll miss you too much!” I’ve missed this…

“I will, I promise.” Eliza approached you, holding Willy in one arm and giving you a hug with the other. “Hey, Eliza…”

“Don’t sound so forlorned, Dear!  This is going to be a happy trip for us once my father gets better. You’ll finally have some alone time!” She laughed.

“I’ll try…” She took another look at you, as if she was trying to figure something out.

“You look different, Dear…Are you sure you’re alright?”

“Um, yes? I think I;m fine now?” You raised your eyebrow incredulously.

“Huh…must just be my imagination!” You said goodbye to all of the other children. Well, except Angie. You looked over at her and she just nodded, you decided to be optimistic and hoped it was a good nod. You watched from the window as the carriages pulled out and moved away from the estate. You sighed, a voice rang out from behind you and made you jump.

“So, when were you planning on telling me about you and Alexander?” The voice said. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Not another person!

“Rachel… I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow.

“Really? Did you really think a fourteen year old can keep a secret like this?”

“Angie… God, I’m so sorry Rachel!”

“Child, I’m not angry with you! I’m just confused, why would you do this?” She asked, you could tell she was slightly disappointed.

“I…I don’t really know.”

“Do you love him?”

“What is love even supposed to feel like?” You shot back in frustration, her emerald eyes flashed for a moment. It wasn’t in anger, more just realization. She heaved a heavy sigh.

“Love…isn’t really ‘supposed’ to feel any particular way. I always take my father into question with that one.”

“Your father?” You’d never heard her talk about him before, actually…

“Haven’t you ever wondered why I never talk about family? Or why I work here?” It’s not like you hadn’t thought about it before. “My actual name is Rachel Marie Sky, I’m a bastard child. My father had an affair with a French prostitute, which I’m sure you can imagine, was my mother. He was married so, no one could know about me except for his family and a few close friends. How does a married man cheat if he truly loves his partner? That’s something I asked myself a lot when I was younger. Now that I’m a grown woman, I think I understand a bit more. Love is very complex, we has humans try to figure it out but, we can’t. Maybe you do love him, maybe you don’t. But either way, I hope you’re prepared for the consequences. God only knows how many there are.” She turned around and left you without another word.  You felt sick.

Sicker than sick.

You darted off to your room, you forgot to grab your bucket from there. You busted through the door and fell in front of the wooden bin. Your stomach wrenched. 

What the hell is wrong with me?!

[111the--unknown--one111-blog]

It has officially been 1 year since we sat down on that small couch in my living room saturday night after you went to color festival on a date with someone else and I realized that I couldn't share.  I realized that I needed you for the rest of my life and I knew that I had to do something about it right then.  So I asked you to be my girlfriend!  We have come so far. And through all the months that have come and gone we have been writing each other letters, kind of like “journals of love” so to say. And now that it has officially been 1 year, I'd like to tie it all together.  

In the first month of our relationship we were still getting to know each other, you were afraid that we were gonna get “complicated” and break up, but you always told me that it was just easy to be with me.  You were still trying to get used to my music choice and I was trying to get used to yours.  We watched conference together and took our second picture ;)  and in this time I realized that I was going to spend Eternity with you.  

In our second month, you were coming up on your graduation.  And I was very scared that you would go off to collage and you would find another guy up there and I just couldn't imagine losing you. So one brave night up on potato hill I asked you the most important question I have ever asked anyone.  I asked you to marry me. And of course you said yes! You would always reassure me that you would love me forever and that your feelings would never change.  But I was still scared with the college thing.  We did a lot of fantasizing this month, about what our future held.  We were looking forward to summer and we were planning a bunch of things we were gonna do. It was exciting. This is the time we connected intimately for the first time as well, and it was pure bliss and beauty.  

   We came up on 3 months with incredible speed, our relationship was fading into life, it was starting to feel like I had been with you my whole life and had never been without you. In this month we went to lagoon alot, we went with lynzie and her dude friend which brought the time you first called me a Kinky Bastard.  It's also the month that I started at Alexanders and you  started coming to sunday dinners every week. We went through alot this month, one of the more amazing things is that we fell asleep for the first time together, you were sick and we went to lagoon with your family and left early.  That was perfect! Though I'm sorry you were sick.

4 months had come and gone.  But the best 4 months of my life had just finished.  Our relationship just kept growing and progressing.  We hit a couple rough patches in this month, we both went on really big trips.  I went to New York and you went to country festival with Jade and your skanky mexican… at least I think she is a mexican.. Then also in this month my mom told you to tell me to go on a Mission.  That was one of the most emotional days we have ever had together.  And I hope that it will all still work out.  At the end of the month you gave me a list of songs to listen to if I ever get down and need to know how you feel about me.  And my love for you grew stronger and stronger. 

Month 5.  It was time to start school.  It was august and we were both nervous. You had just moved up into your dorm at the U and I was still where I am right now XD sitting at my grandpas house mooching the free rent.  We decided we would be study buddies and do homework together, but usually you would do the homework and I would just play a video game haha.  You stayed up at your dorm for the first night but after that you came and spent the night here with me.  We decided we would only sleep together a few times a week if we were lucky but we just kept finding ways to get you down here every night. There was only 2 days total you actually slept at your dorm. The rest of the nights you spent right next to me in our bed.  As we saw each other every day our love for each other depend to places we didn't even know existed. Sleeping with you every night gave me a strong attachment that I have for you clear up to this day.  I love you darling 

Ok… so 6 months later and we still haven't killed each other XD this was the month where we started to reach new heights of comfort with each other hahaha.  And being more comfortable also led to new kinds of fights.  But even when we were fighting or arguing we would stop and laugh at each other in the middle of it all.  This month I wanted to do something nice for you, I took you over to the city creek mall and then out to eat, I told you to where something nice and then we went to the roof in Salt Lake, dinner was amazing and you loved the drink they got you.  After dinner we went and we saw despicable me 2 and it was just amazing to spend that even with you. In this month we got into the biggest fight we had yet to be in, we started in the car, then to my grandpas house, then to the steak center where lots of interesting things broke out.  But through it all I knew that there was no one else that I wanted to be with. 

7 months. Holy cow we had been through alot! School was starting to take a toll on you.  Homework was boggess… and there was a lot of it.  You would still come stay at my house and you had just about all of your stuff here at my house hahaha we lived together.  It was amazing.  A Lot of the nights at this point we were living off of corn dogs, hot pockets, and pizza bites XD but we still had an amazing time together and I couldn't be more grateful for the time we spent watching movies and cuddling every night.  Thank you sweetheart, I love you.  

Now we rolled up to 8 months of our relationship. You just bought your car! And of course it had problems XD hahaha… me and your dad spent a lot of time working on it and trying to fix it. But after a couple months of working with it and letting sit in different lots we finally got it licenced.  I appreciate you and all you put up with when it comes to me.  

Holy 9 MONTHS IT'S CHRISTMAS!!!! This was the best christmas I have ever had, during the day we spent the time with our families but when the evening rolled around we went over to my grandpas house to spend christmas together.  We plugged in his sad little try and put all the presents we got each other under it and spent the rest of the night opening and playing with the gifts we got each other.  And I am so grateful for the christmas I spent with you.  Thank you my love for choosing me through it all.  

10 months brought the start of a new year,  which meant a new years party at the beginning! Along with new years goals and resolutions.  We had finished the semester of school that we were both taking and just starting to prepare of a mission, you also moved out of your dorm and back in with your parents which was a struggle. You almost moved in with your freaky friend that likes old dudes but your dad convinced you just to come back home.  Unfortunately with that, it meant that we couldn't “live” together anymore… that was a hard time for me to adjust too.  It was very hard not having you right next to me.  January went flying by as we coasted into the future.  I love you sweetheart.  

11 months came so fast,  we had valentines day this month!  We got together after work, I brought you flowers to the door while you snuck around the back and put gifts in my car.  We went to carvers while dressed very nice with lynzie and frank.  After dinner we went straight over to my house where I had set up the bed with rose petals, chocolate covered strawberries, and little gifts to make it special.  I also lit a candle and turned out the lights to make it look really good.  I let you look at the things I got you and then we made love.  Time flies when you spend it with the love of your life. 

Oh sweetheart, my Darling, my Love.  look at where we have come.  Today marks 1 year of everlasting love, devotion, and respect for each other.  We have been through hell and back, there is no denying that.  But for you darling, I'd go through the deepest part of hell and give up everything I have just to be with you.  I can't believe how good we have been, how we fit together just like a puzzle.  We were made for each other and I couldn't be more grateful for you.  We are going to the festival of colors in just a few hours from now and I couldn't be more excited to go spend that time with you.  Thank you for everything you have done for me sweetheart.  You always go out of your way to try to help and comfort me. Especially lately because I've been having a hard time with my anxiety about our future.  I just want to make sure we will be ok.  I know we will be married, I just worry that you could have found someone who would treat you better, but I will do my best to treat you like royalty.  I love you darling, don't you ever forget that.  Happy 1 year love, thank you for choosing me through it all.

                       I love you my sweet Baby Girl

[xiibalba]

Are there any relationships involved in your ninjagoverse? And if so, who are they and their (potential) next gens?

HELL YEAH TIME UNLEASH THE LGBTQ+ PEEPS >:D

Glaicer (Cole and Zane) + Pixal and OC tagalongs--the best dads, no one beats them-Cole is panromantic/homosexual, so all can cuddle with the big ol’ teddy bear-Zane is demiromantic/homosexual, special bonds yo-pix is here too! She gets all the cuddles-Caledon and Rina are @artisticdisasters ocs! They’re here too, although Caledon is more active than Rina if you know what I mean >;3-Troy, an oc of mine got adopted by Cole and Zane, hes an edgy strawberry

Gasoline Typhoon (Cecelia, Kai and Amalia)--Kai loves his beans a lot-Cecelia doesn’t know how to show affection well but she loves her dork + idiot (Kai)-Cece is Demi/Ace, Kai is Bi and Ama is Pan-Cece and Kai have three kids, Erek (Storms), Sierra (Wind) and Zayne (Water)-Ama has kids too, check out Art for more about them!!-Kai has those kids, plus one bastard child he gave up to Tia and the polys

POLY CULT POLY CULT (Also called SpiritBond, Tia, Wayland, redeemed!Morro, Europa and for a year or so, Lloyd)-

-I say Lloyd for a while cuz he ended up getting sick of the negativity involving Tia's PTSD and and had his own needs so he YEET

-Tia has 2 kids with Lloyd, 3 adopted ones, 4 from Wayland, and 3 from Morro

-Lloyd's are Courtney and Alexander

-The adopted trio are Max (Kai's bastard child), and siblings Kayla and Nathan

-Wayland's are the triplets Rebecca, Tristan, and Elie, along with Leon

-Morro has Quinn, Astron and Horus from Tia, and you can ask Art about Europas duo!!!

-Lloyd's mental instability ended up getting worse rather than better after he left whoops

-Its not all sunshine and roses but they love each other

Floof (Gale and Troy)-

-Three kids, Bailey from a previous marriage, and Philip + Theodosia from Gale

-Actually the sWEETEST BEANS

-Gale is so loving and caring, and extra patient with Troy because of his PTSD

I feel like I have more!!! But idk!!! Feel free to ask specifics this was super quick ahsoajsma

[usatrendingsports]

WWE Uncooked outcomes, recap: Jason Jordan, Matt Hardy spotlight a PPV-like present

With fewer segments than regular and an elevated give attention to lengthy and thrilling matches, Monday’s episode of Uncooked felt extra like a pay-per-view contemplating how a lot was at stake in every bout. And with a decreased PPV schedule in 2018, that is removed from a foul factor.  

But when the episode is finally remembered for a single factor, it simply may be how far Jason Jordan has come as a celebrity with limitless potential.  

It might have been Roman Reigns and Samoa Joe, whose insertion into an thrilling Uncooked tag workforce championship important occasion, that proved to be the precept figures when the present went off the air on Monday. However the first hour of it was all about Jordan, setting the tone for a powerful night to return.

Jason Jordan carries opening hour  

Uncooked common supervisor Kurt Angle opened the present able to announce Roman Reigns’ opponent for tonight’s intercontinental title match. Out got here Jason Jordan who, amid a refrain of boos, challenged his father to present him a shot at Reigns. Regardless of Angle’s concern about his injured knee, Jordan begged and claimed, “I can beat Roman Reigns, I simply want an opportunity, dad.” Reigns ran in to inform Angle he needed Samoa Joe as an alternative earlier than ripping Jordan for a way he dealt with himself. “Do not come working to your dad,” Reigns stated, “step up and take it.” Jordan countered by calling Reigns the poster boy for every part WWE administration desires. Out got here Samoa Joe to just accept Reigns’ problem earlier than providing him 5 seconds to withdraw it and keep away from embarrassment. 

Jordan interjected to chop a promo on Joe, saying he would not must act powerful as a result of he is keen to problem individuals to their face. His try to problem Joe was halted by Reigns, who pushed him again. However simply as Reigns informed Joe “the 5 seconds are accomplished,” Jordan hit Reigns with a belly-to-belly suplex. An offended Reigns grabbed the microphone and informed Joe he can wait till after tonight as a result of “Jordan can get it proper now.” He then ordered Angle to guide it. After business, their three-segment match lasted simply over 20 minutes with one dramatic close to fall for Jordan after one other. Jordan, who reaggravated his knee, got here the closest following a pair of Northern Lights suplexes till Reigns countered with a Superman punch and spear for the 1-2-Three.  

Joe, who watched from the stage, heckled Reigns earlier than attacking him and making use of his Coquina Clutch. Jordan broke it up from behind and hit a suplex on Joe earlier than Reigns laid out Jordan with a Superman punch from behind. Angle angrily shot down Jordan’s backstage plea for a second match in opposition to Joe tonight, explaining that individuals are going to assume he is enjoying favorites. Joe then stunned Jordan and laid him out.  Afterward, Elias threatened Angle backstage that “your bias to your bastard son would be the finish of you.”  

Discuss a coming-out social gathering for Jordan. The previous American Alpha member was the focus of the primary 47 minutes of the present and didn’t disappoint a single time. In reality, his exchanges with Reigns on the microphone proved to be one of the best phase of the present. Jordan continues to get handed the ball and easily improves every week.  Jordan’s whiny persona is a confirmed warmth seeker which ought to pave the best way for an efficient heel flip. And whereas he has overachieved on the microphone, his in-ring work continues to be high shelf. Jordan’s push on Uncooked is not something new for anybody who has watched every episode. However he has been extra of a supporting actor at finest in current weeks. This was the week Jordan grew to become a number one man.

Woken Matt Hardy makes official debut 

It took eight months since Matt Hardy’s return to WWE for his “Damaged” character, which set the wrestling world on fireplace with TNA Influence Wrestling in 2016, to indicate up in full bloom. However after a current settlement with Influence father or mother firm Anthem Sports activities (and a “Delete” tease final week after his loss to Bray Wyatt), “Woken” Matt Hardy appeared. Utilizing most of his “damaged” catchphrases and voice inflection, Hardy traded barbs with Wyatt throughout a singular phase of dueling video promos. Hardy said that “as a result of my situation, I’ve laid dormant inside this vessel known as Matthew Hardy. However now, due to the patron of terrestrial entities, I’ve been woken.” Wyatt countered by calling him a fraud and countering that it was he who hit his breaking level final week. “My fireplace won’t cleanse you, my fireplace won’t prevent,” Wyatt stated. “My fireplace will be certain your entire burn.” Hardy closed by telling Wyatt he left him with no selection however to “sentence you to deletion” earlier than each traded evil laughs.  

So … this was attention-grabbing. Was it nice? Truthfully, no. It was babbling and complicated at finest, producing extra gasoline to the hearth (no pun meant) for many who are sick of Wyatt’s inane shtick. However was it nice to have Hardy again in a personality that produced one of the best work of his profession? No query about it. And that is finally the important thing. The worry on this case is that as a result of already weird nature of Hardy’s persona, placing him reverse an equally weird heel in Wyatt to begin will convolute what makes it nice. As of now, think about me cautiously intrigued that WWE will permit Hardy the artistic freedom to have the type of impression (pun meant) that he had final yr.

What else occurred on Uncooked? 

Paige def. Sasha Banks through pinfall: Incorrectly introduced by Jojo as a submission match, this one was given prime actual property (greater than 20 minutes over three segments together with entrances). In her first match in additional than a yr, Paige dominated early and was pushed late to select up the tempo by Banks. After Paige’s Absolution stablemates Mandy Rose and Sonia Deville took care of Bayley and Mickie James exterior, making a distraction for Banks, Paige hit a superkick and her Rampaige finisher for the win. Absolution adopted by additional beating down Banks and standing tall. 

Drew Gulak def. Cedric Alexander, Tony Nese & Mustafa Ali through pinfall: In one of many higher cruiserweight matches to air on Uncooked, Gulak secured a No. 1 contender match in opposition to Wealthy Swann subsequent week for a shot at Enzo Amore��s title. The 18-minute match featured thrilling excessive spots together with an absurd springboard Spanish fly from Ali on Alexander. It additionally featured numerous late saves to stop a end. Ultimately, Alexander hit a Lumbar Test on Ali however Gulak ran in to hit a working knee and steal the pin.  Earlier within the present, there was an attention-grabbing second backstage between Amore and Nia Jax.

Elias attacked by Braun Strowman: Taking umbrage with Elias’ music, together with a lyric that there isn’t any greater star than him in WWE, Strowman ran in to inflict harm. He even no-sold a guitar strike to the again and completed Elias within the heart of the ring with a working powerslam. Kane’s music hit and, throughout a backstage video promo, he challenged Strowman to a match subsequent week. “Collectively we are going to ascend into the abyss however just one monster will emerge,” he stated. 

Asuka def. Alicia Fox through submission: Fox minimize a pre-match video promo claiming she’s “not Dana Brooke” and can keep away from a squash match defeat. She succeeded however not by a lot. Asuka prevented a scissors kick to land two kicks of her personal earlier than transitioning superbly into an armbar to supply a faucet. Out got here Absolution to encompass the ring however Asuka laughed as she walked away for the second straight week. Paige then put over how Fox as her finest (and solely) buddy in WWE final yr. “I really like you,” Paige stated. “I simply do not assume Sonia and Mandy really feel the identical manner.” Deville and Rose landed working knees on Fox earlier than all three grabbed arms to face tall over her.  

Finn Balor def. Bo Dallas through pinfall: Balor regained his shine following a comparatively temporary victory designed to make us overlook what number of occasions Kane has destroyed him in current weeks. Balor mixed a slingblade with a missile dropkick late within the match to arrange a Coupe de Grace, leaping midway throughout the ring, for the 1-2-Three.   

Uncooked Tag Workforce Championship — The Bar (c) def. Dean Ambrose & Seth Rollins through pinfall to retain the titles: Within the fourth match of the evening to be given 20 minutes of in-ring time, this one was fixed drama all through with a pay-per-view really feel. The lengthy construct to a scorching tag of Ambrose was rewarding, as was the gluttony of close to falls. This one had super potential to be overbooked however by some means retained a enjoyable and thrilling really feel to the end. Sheamus was initially disqualified for mercilessly pounding Rollins whereas not the authorized man as The Bar tried to purposely finish the match with the intention to retain. However Angle interrupted their celebration on the ramp by restarting the match with a no disqualification clause. Simply because the babyfaces appeared on the verge of victory, with Cesaro barely kicking out of an Ambrose clothesline and Rollins splash, Samoa Joe ran in to take them out. That introduced out Reigns, who hit a Superman punch on Cesaro and chased Joe by means of the gang. However the distraction harm Ambrose as an alternative as Sheamus related with a Brogue kick and threw Cesaro on high for the pin.  

require.config();

from Usa Trending Sports – NFL | NCAA | NBA | MLB | NASCAR | UFC | WWE http://ift.tt/2nvfroU

[culperscomet]

Researching Nathan Hale compared to the Culper Ring has made the TURN rewatch brutal. Every time they mention him by name in the show I look like that stupid wojak pointing meme (and then I go off to cry).

Hale is only mentioned by name about 5 times in the entire show but I know if they had any more scenes that mention him, my little heart could not handle it.

[culperscomet]

“if anything malign ever happened to the one, the other would be merciless to his assailants”