#also sorry for dissapearing for a bit life has been wild

[anonymousmothman]

This is my favorite one of these I've made so far, so here you go non-existent House on Haunted Hill fandom!

[moonelluffer]

"I Choose You!" Leon X Reader One-Shot

Galar Region

          You are laying in bed at your hotel room in Motosoke at the Budew Inn. You had just beaten the Gym Leader Kabu and his fire type pokemon with your trusty sidekick Scornbunny, who had been given to you by your friend Hop's brother Leon. Scornbunny and you had this connection the first time you two had layed eyes on each other. It was almost like you two were meant to be. This is why picking the small fire rabbit was so easy for you.

Year 2020

          As you started to get up from the bed, you looked out the window to see that it was raining outside. Looking over at Scornbunny laying on the floor in a corner you began to chuckle to yourself. Luckily, the carpet is soft and not to rough for the creatures' fur, giving him some cushioning to lay on while he slept.

          Getting up from the bed, you want to go take a shower, brush you teeth and get ready for the day. After showering and finishing up your hygiene in the bathroom you grabbed your [F/C] simple dress and put it on, along with her [F/C] high top socks and equally as [F/C] combat boots. Looking in the mirror you didn't know what you wanted to do with your [H/L] [H/C] hair that day, so you decided to brush the knots out and let it hang down for the day.

          After waking Scorbunny up you were all set and ready to go out the door. As you left the apartment you ran right into Hop, Leon's younger brother who was equally as excited as you were about continuing on to the next gym.

          "Hey [Y/N]! You all set and ready for the next Gym Leader? I heard Allistar is pretty tough and doesn't take it easy on anyone!" Hop said in a very excited tone. He seemed to be really pumped about taking on the Ghost Type Gym Leader.

          "Yeah, I would say I'm pretty excited as well. Winning this will turn into my next stepping stone for beating your brother in the finals." you had stated more calmly but still as excited as Hop.

          "I wouldn't get too sure of yourselves about that!" ??? Said

          You snapped your head around to see the one and only Champion Leon standing behind you in his usual outfit and crown design hat. As he steps closer to you and Hop his 6 foot tall frame towers over you're [Y/H] height. You begin to feel flustered by the sight of him and lose your words. Leon notices you expression and looks at you while giving you a smirk.

          "What's wrong? Meowth got your tongue." he says sarcastically while tilting his head slightly.

          "I-I ... I-uhhh.." you muster out in a weak tone. You begin to get frustrated not knowing why all of a sudden you can't come up with a decent response to his witty remark. As you are standing there lost in your own thoughts Leon can see the annoyance on your face.

          "Hey hun, I'm just messing with you. It's ok." he states in a tone that sounds apologetic while walking up to you and placing his hand on your shoulder.

          "Riiiiggghhht..... Yea... I knew that!" You respond back in an unsure what to say tone. "Well anyway as I was sayi-"

          "How about we all grab some breakfast or coffee before you guys decide to continue on with your journey, shall we?" Leon states cheerfully cutting you off in the process. "I know a really good place where you can get some really good coffee. It's called the "Battle Café", it's most definitely worth a try." Leon continues on.

          "I would, but I'd much rather train up my team for the next gym badge, so I can beat [Y/N] next time I see her again." Hop says confidently to you and his brother Leon. Hop then proceeds to run off without saying another word. You are then left standing there in the hallway of the hotel with the one and only Champion Leon.

          "I guess ... that just makes the two of us! If, you are still up for having the best coffee in town." Leon says confidently. While staring back at you waiting for your response.

          "Yea. Sure we can get some coffee together. What's the name of the place again?" You respond questionably.

          "It's the "Battle Cafè". Come on! Follow me and I'll show you where it is, and this time I won't get lost." Leon answers while gesturing his hand for you to follow as you both make your way to the hotel elevators so you guys can head back to the main floor. As you both were heading out and too the cafè, you couldn't help but fixate your [E/C] eyes on Leon. It was almost like something about him put you in this trance-like state. You watched as he turned to look back at you. His golden amber eyes locking onto your shimmering gentle [E/C] eyes. It was like there was something about you just couldn't re-

          "HELLO! Galar Region to [Y/N]!" Leon said loudly.

          Your thoughts were immediately cut off and your face became red. Feeling stunned and taken a back at the sudden interruption of thoughts you're [S/C] was starting to become visibly even redder. You stood there dumbfounded and the only thing you could muster was:

          "S-s-sorry  ... I must have been dozing off into space." You stammered out the best you could while putting your arm on your other arm and tilting your head down so that your [H/L] [H/C] covered your extremely red face.

         "I was gonna shake you if I couldn't get you to stop staring at me like that. Hahaha!" He stated happily. As if your face couldn't get even more red, it did. You began to shrink down even more and shake alittle from all the emotion you were feeling. Leon noticed you were not ok and rested his hand on your shoulder gently.

          "Hey, are you ok? You've been out of it lately. If you do want we can go back to your hote-

          "No! I'm fine! Everything is fine. I guess my mind has been else where lately, but I would still love to be around you." you shout loudly while cutting Leon off abruptly.

          "Very well my lady. Let us go inside and grab something." Leon replies back with a causal but charming tone. He gracefully grabs your small hand and brings you inside the Cafè. He asks the waiter at the front for a table for two and as you both make your way over to your assigned seat, you could not help but blush more at how well put together and gentleman like he was.

          As you both sat down from across each other the waitress walked over to take both you and orders of drinks.

          "Hello, what can I get for the two of you today." The chipper waitress asked.

          "Two orders of your finest coffee please." Leon stated. The waitress then walked off to get your cups of coffee and both you and Leon were left there to too look at one another until a conversation sparked.

          "So are trying to bring me on this date to smooth talk me into how I plan to kick your butt when I battle you." You remarked jokingly at Leon.

          "Haha! Very funny, but no actually. I wanted to just talk casual with you. Get to know you more as a person, not just as a trainer." Leon replied back.

           "Really? You wanna know stuff about me? What would you even wanna know about me, because my life isnt all that exciting as yours." You replied.

           "I beg to differ, if I may. I'm positive you are more interesting than you found yourself to be, and my life is more stressful than exciting and sometimes, I just wish to get away from it all." Leon responded

           Listening to his response did raise your attention quite alot. "But, if it stresses you out. Why do you do what you do then? I'm sorry if this question seems silly, but I am confused." You questioned.

           "There is no such thing as a silly question, so you are fine. To further elaborate, what I mean is I set out on my journey to be the greatest pokemon trainer of the Galar Region, not to sign my life away and become some brand to the world. I wanted to do it to inspire others. To show them that if somone like me, a person who came from nothing, was able to it! Anyone can do it too!" Leon explained proudly.

           You couldn't help but fall even deeper for him after him saying this. It was comforting to hear him talk like a person instead of this facade he walks around portraying to the whole entire region of Galar. "So -."

          "Well, I might as well stop talking about this. I don't need to be throwing all my Champion life problems onto you. I got myself into this mess after all." Leon stated with great sadness to his voice while cutting you off.

          You looked at him and could see the pained expression on his face. He was definitely bothered by it all and despite him trying to hide it. It was showing more and more as you kept talking.

          You felt compelled to reach your hand over and grab his hand gently but firmly.  He raised his head a bit and his amber eyes looked back into your [E/C] eyes. As your eyes were locked onto each other, you knew in that moment you really loved this man and wanted to be with him.

          "Hey, I just want to say. It's ok, and if you need someone to listen to what really goes on in your head, I am here. You don't need to pretend anymore." You stated softly to him. You could see tears start well up in his eyes for sec and then they dissapeared.

          "T-thank you." Leon stammered softly.

          The coffee than arrived and you both drank it together and made some causal talk with one another. Leon learned that you also liked to walk around the Wild Area quite alot and you learned that he often enjoys making pasta and curry for people. As your conversation continued on you knew you were knee deep in love with him and there was no escaping that.

          After you guys finished your 3rd round of coffee. You realized how late it was getting. It was literally a quarter past 7. You guys have been talking for quite some time. After Leon payed for the check you both than proceeded to walk out and make your two separate ways, but before you were able to go Leon grabbed your arm as you were turning to leave. You stopped and looked back at him and saw he had that same expression he had on earlier when you saw him cry alittle.

          "Are you okay Leon?" You asked calmly. He looked at you for a bit and slowly moved towards you. You guys were about a few inches apart and this made you realize how much he towered over you. You knew he was tall, but never realised how tall. This caused you to blush slightly having him this close to you and looming above your small stature.

          You stare up at him, lost in eyes unaware of your actions anymore you find yourself going up on your toes and planting a kiss on face. Since you are so short you end up missing so your top lip came into contact with his bottom lip. Leon stiffens slightly and you feel as though you made a mistake doing this until Leon pulls back alittle and returns the favor with a proper kiss, not missing this time.

          Your eyes widen slightly surprised at his reaction, but you start to relax. You carefully but slowly  wrap your arms around his neck and let your body arch back slightly to allow you to brush up against his chest until there is no gap between you two. You melt into the kiss and allow him to slip his tongue into your mouth for alittle bit. After a few minutes you both proceed to let go of each other so you both could breath.

          Leon looks down at you and smiles his charming smile at you, the same smile that caused you to fall head over heels for him in the first place. "Good luck trying to beat in the final match now." He teasingly remarks while his arms are still wrapped around your waist holding you close to him.

          "Oh hush! You're not THAT charming!" Yoy playfully respond. Leon raises an eyebrow at you as if indicating he doesn't believe what you said, but you just playfully push him and laugh. "I'll see you tomorrow. I gotta head home." You say while turning to leave.

          "We should do this again sometime. You are a comforting person and I haven't felt that feeling in such a long time." Leone states while turning away and making his way back home. You watch ad he leaves and you couldn't help but blush and smile to yourself.

[blackgirlblues]

Being A Black Girl: And Chasing Your Dreams.. Yikes.

Hi, 

It’s me, your resident black girl back with some new shit to rant about. I’ve been posting a few screenshots of short poems and paragraphs I’ve been writing on my phone as a way to heal and get over Capricorn boy from my last post on here and I see you guys like and reblog. Thank you for showing love, although it makes me sad that so many of you seem to be going through the same range of emotions I am. I’m sorry. 

I know it’s a lonely place to be in. 

But, on the bright side, I’ve got a lot of new followers joining the diary/manual/rant page that is blackgirlology and it’s nice cause I think it’s becoming a little bit of a community. So, in a way, were never really going through any of these emotions alone. If you’ve found this page-you’re part of a community. Bask in it. 

Anyways, that aside, a lot has happened since I last spoke to you. I don’t know if any of you may remember, and for some new people this will be a surprise. But I’m actually a singer songwriter from Ireland. Moved to London a year and a half ago to pursue my music dream and that’s how I met Capricorn boy whos been the source of all my poems. 

Throughout this time in between, I’ve been trying to chase my dreams, and chase them relentlessly. and this summer i did just that, let me tell you, what im about to tell you guys, is to put it simply, wild. I’ll just cut to the chase. 

It all started in July. I’d been in London for quite a long time now, over a year and now have a manager who’s my best friend first and foremost. We’ll call her Maya. I met her in my first week of moving to London in the student halls I was staying at and we became best friends pretty quick. She studies music business, so it made sense and she just naturally ended up taking up the role as my music manager. Shes seen everything. The songs I wrote about Capricorn boy, the tears, everything. And she saw everything this summer. 

I saw an ad for a record label opportunity in London. It was advertised on my university facebook page; a new indie label, looking for demo submissions for a competition they were setting up to find their new signee. I sent a screenshot to Maya who agreed I should send my stuff in. I did, they liked it, I got a meeting, we were sent terms and conditions for the competition. We signed it, the rest was supposed to be history. 

Big yikes. 

There’s so many layers to this story that I will be shortening it, just because it can get very draining for me to talk about or even write about. I’ve healed from it i think, but I still want to put it here and write it about to finally close that chapter and be done with my feelings about what happened to me and my music. 

Basically, the whole competition, the record label, the dickhead CEO, it was all a scam. I had accidentally signed away the master rights to my new song to a record label started by a fake CEO who was committing fraud and known for tricking young artists into handing over their master rights so he could profit off of them, for power. 

It was a mess. Another contestant told me and Maya when we were outside of their office. Just minutes before we were under the impression that I was doing an interview for Billboard Magazine. Honestly, I never truly believed it. Shit was too good to be true. 

But she told us everything. How he was actually a run away from Spain, where he was caught and exposed for doing the exact same thing to artists there, how he didn’t have any money to fund the competition he had somehow roped all of us into, how he was illegally avoiding paying his team, how none of the creatives we had collaborated with for photoshoots etc were paid, how everything was a lie, how he didnt have any connections, and how he was trying to convince me specifically to sign a 360 deal with his label. 

Which, guys, I’m not stupid. After the first week of being with the label for the competition and letting my song live through their disastrous marketing campaign, Maya and I long decided that regardless of what they said, I would not under any circumstances be signing anything with any entity of their company. 

After being told the truth, I had to sit down. You see, when I came across this opportunity, I thought this was finally the life I’d been manifesting coming true. I had begun to grow in my spirituality and start journaling, writing down my manifestations, and getting to work with a record label who would later offer me a fair contract before I turn 20 was one of the manifestations I had written down every night before I went to bed. However, what I’d gotten was the exact opposite. 

I remember, me, Maya, and 2 of the girls from the competition all stood around in a circle outside of their new office that the CEO also hadnt paid for wondering what our next move would be with this new information. There was still 2 other contestants inside who had no idea what was really going on was an elaborate scam. One of them wanted to go in and expose them on the spot. I said no, we had to go in and pretend like everything was normal until we figured out what to do afterwards. 

So in I went, plastering the fakest smile on my face and pretended like I still thought I was about to be speaking with Billboard Magazine. Once I got out, I broke down in Maya’s arms. 

I went home to my flatmates, Ellie and Bea and cried for hours before I had to go work a 7 hour shift at a pizza place. 

I stayed in bed, and cried, and cried. and cried again. I didn’t get out of bed unless I needed too. The only people I talked too were my flatmates E and B and Maya. 

Everything was sorted out eventually, a lot more happened, but as I’ve been writing this article for you guys, I realised that all of that stuff is no longer relevant to my journey and isnt something I want to bring back into my energetic circle because I’ve made peace with the fact that a lot of people who betrayed me when I was at my lowest, peace with the fact that these contestants who wanted to “work together” to get out of this mess, actually wanted to save their own asses and leave me in the cold. 

But I still got out of it and I’m still here. 

I nearly got sued by a man with less than 20 pound to his company account online, but hey, I’m here.

I guess why I’m telling you guys this really short account of my summer is to both record it for myself but also to say its okay to flop, its okay to fail. I did both this summer. and thank god i did. it was the best thing that ever happened to me. 

following your dreams is scary, doing it as a black girl is terrifying because society has already kind of set you up to fail. there’s already misconceptions about what you do, who you are, where you come from and how good you’re going to be at what you do. its almost like we cant fail and we need to work 10 times harder to obtain half of what the average white person will get. and sometimes it can feel like we dont have any space to fail or make mistakes because of this but let me tell you thats not true. 

if anything, the universe will put you in places that will force you to grow through the mistakes you make. and thats exactly what happened to me this summer. 

i chased my dream so relentlessly i ended up in an environment i thought i manifested, i thought was good for me, only for the universe to show me that that specific environment i’d been wishing to be in is the furthest from what i need right now in my life. 

this so called failure showed me that not everybody who smiles can be trusted, and that people can be way more deceiving than i ever thought, especially when push comes to shove and they need to save themselves. you start to see the real them when it starts to get tense. the people who seem to be around you when you’re doing good will most likely dissapear when things start to go south, including some of your oldest friends. you will get radio silence on their end. be upset. cry. but after that be glad that this situation revealed their true colours. 

and then never put any more energy into them again. 

this failure showed me how fucking strong i am. how resilient and kind i am even in the face of disrespect and actual evil. it showed me how much i can care for someone who i believe is at a risk of losing it all, and showed me that this will not always be reciprocated. and for a while i thought that meant that i had to harden myself up and grow a shell. but i dont think so. i will not allow the things ive been through to make me into a hard person when i was born soft. i mean now, im a little rough around the edges, jagged enough to cut anyone who comes too close with some of that bad energy, but soft enough to hold myself tight and glue myself back together when i need to. soft enough to hold the people who held me this summer. soft enough to help people who i know deserve it. 

im a good person in a shitty world, i don’t need to match the world and become a shitty person to survive. 

after all of this happened, i stopped writing music. 

i haven’t written anything properly or produced anything in months and sometimes i get worried that ive completely lost my talent. but thats another thing that this failure taught me, i can never truly lose whats meant to be mine. i know that i was put on this earth to create change, to inspire, to be an activist and a voice for people who dont have one. i know i was put here to do it through a creative medium and right now i still think that is music. 

i think i just need to stop being so scared to start again, to learn my craft again.

i used to be so scared of failure but now i am so thankful for it and the lessons its taught me. i had so much hurt and pain and hatred in my heart for the universe for, in my head, doing this to me. but then i realised that the universe never does anything to you, it does it for you. all of this happened in my best interest and while i definitely didnt understand at the time, i get it now.

thank you universe for the worst summer of my life. 

and my black ass will be continuing to chase my dreams relentlessly, failing, tripping and falling on my ass until i get to the very top. 

besides, if everything had just gone right, that wouldnt have been very interesting, would it?

[fyheiran]

a wild jada has appeared !! ( 19 / she&her / est ) hello everyone !! i’m so sorry i’m popping in late ( as usual ), i’ve been peeping around the dash but wasn’t satisfied with my blog yet !! i’m incredibly excited to present to you my new muse, bo heiran !! she’s 23, the makeup artist, and overall messy and unpredictable !! she’s mostly harmless...but i wouldn’t write her off completely. i’m honestly so excited and i’ve been all over this roleplay since i saw it !! so, if miss heiran sparks your interest - check out her plots, stats, interview, and the info below !! or give this a great big LIKE and i’ll pop into your ims !!

hey !! i didn’t want to spam the dash so i put this under the cut, but if you’d like to view her instagram page please click here !!

she’s truly a small town girl!! she was kind of seen as the town sweetheart, but in comparison to everyone else her family was one of the most well off!!

when she was four, she almost drowned on a day at the beach, when she’d wandered off from her family. they were devastated, and, ever since, she’s had a phobia of water. this is kind of random but dwdw you’ll hear more about this!!

always always always wanted to be an actress. surrounded herself with dramas, movies, and everything involving her favorite stars!!

in high school, she attended a performing arts school, where a lot of the skills she has now were developed!! but for some reason....acting just wasn’t her strong suit??

despite her teacher and parent’s advice, the awfully stubborn little thing pranced off to seoul, where she wanted to pursue a higher education majoring in theatre arts!!

eeeeeeverything was different to her. unlike home, she was a nobody there, and her wallet seemed a lot smaller surrounded by all those rich folks!!

she truly hated it at first, but pushed on and continued college for two years. but, it just....wasn’t working. she wasn’t getting any progress and she was never called back after auditions!!

that’s when she got an idea - skip out on 2 years of useless tuition, hop on over to cosmotology school, and become a makeup artist!! 

it seemed crazy, but after all, she loved doing it. after years of experimenting she’d gotten really good and her friends always asked her to do theirs for her!!

so she did it. and....it was kind of great!! her business began to thrive almost instantly, and december of 2018 she went to america for 3 months to work for various western actresses and artists!! she was so happy and overall living her best life

homesick, she returned to korea soon after. things had been kind of dull until the end of last year, when she’d been asked to be the makeup artist for ats!!

it...was...crazy?? the last opportunity had been great, sure, but around stars she knew and idolized?? she couldn’t believe it!! she agreed almost right away, stoked to meet all her favorite stars.

but it wasn’t quite how she’d envisioned!! she didn’t really think she was getting the appreciation she deserved, hardly ever saw the actors outside of work, and it was just kind of eh in comparison to her hopes.

this is where bad heiran comes in!! really, she’s a good person.....but she has a bit of a jealousy problem you see. she can grow incredibly self-conscious without validation, so when she gets envious she’s very impulsive and just...not good. people like somi really get to her!! back home, she’s used to being the special one, so with somi being the talk of the town she’s grown some animosity towards her!!

after the allergy incident, where she accidentally triggered somi’s allergies, she just didn’t like her! to her, she felt the whole image somi had made was fake and that she didn’t care about her staff, because the matter had never been brought up with somi herself.

but somi’s also got like a thousand unofficial bodyguards surrounding her 24/7...so heiran kind of just backed away from  that one and has kept her distance since.

basically, she’s salty she never made it as an actress and has to be the one caking their faces instead, so now she’s just sticking around for the ride and her favorite actor/actresses while half-heartedly caring about this whole dissapearance 

[encrypted-cryptid]

Hotdaga Season 1 Script, Part 2

-link to Season 1 Script, Part 1-

(The scene changes. The beach props are back but Pam, Dan and Rebecca aren't. Two young crabs sit on the beach with an older, green crab. The older crab has the most beautiful beard a crab has ever had and a striped wizards hat. The light is cool but soft. Sad sounding music plays (or just the music shane used))

Old Crab : My children, my gentle children, Murrey and Gena.

Murrey : Yes Papa?

Gena : Yes, my Papa?

Old Crab : Always love eachother, no matter where your paths take you. There is enough darkness in the world and we crabs are keepers of the light. We have been since the beginning of time.

Murrey : But we love eachother Papa!

Gena : Yes! Murrey and I are siblings but also best friends! Why would we ever fight?

Old Crab : (Looking into the distance) I have seen it in my special dreams. A hotdog may hypnotise you.

Gena : (Confused) How could a hotdog do that Papa?

Old Crab : Well, she could be a hotdog who is also...a witch!

(Dramatic music plays.)

Murrey : Haha! Papa, you tell the best tales!

Gena : (Excited) Three cheers for Papa! Hup, hup, hup!

Old Crab : Enough! Enough now children. Let's go eat the rest of Amelia Earhart for dinner.

(The light fades to black as the crabs make their way off stage.)

(The scene changes. Foreboding music plays. An old warehouse, somewhere on the outskirts of a decaying city. Old looking machines are placed around the stage. Among the tangled mess of tech, a scientist sits crumpled on the floor, clinging a bottle. She is wearing goggles on her head and a cracked pair of glasses. The machines look dirty and unused. The light should be cold and harsh.)

Dr.Bratwurst : (Anguished) My funding! My precious funding! It's all over now! I suppose I'll...let myself rot. Maybe let a racoon eat me...

(She lets herself lean back against a machine, closing her eyes.)

(A knock at the door startles her awake and she jumps to her feet. A strange hotdog enters. He looks weathered and has two robot arms, along with sunglasses hiding his eyes and a futuristic gun in his hands. His voice should sound mechanical.)

Stranger : Dr.Bratwurst!

Dr.Bratwurst : (Startled and confused) Who-Who are you!

Stranger : Dr.Bratwurst, I am in urgent need of your services!

Dr.Bratwurst : (Confused) My services?

Stranger : Yes. (Grimly) The Machine.

Dr.Bratwurst : (Annoyed and snappy) Haven't you read! The government, which is now run by witches, shut me down! Pulled the plug on funding! (Sadly and mostly to herself) And what a shame, I was so close. So close! If only I'd obtained the-

(The stranger interrupts.)

Stranger : Quantum Relish?

Dr.Bratwurst : (Gasps, shocked) What did you say?

Stranger : I said Quantum Relish.

(The stranger pulls out a glowing green glass jar from his bag (a jar with green glowsticks will do) and holds it out to Dr.Bratwurst.)

Dr.Bratwurst : (Mumbling) That's a good hashtag...

Stranger : (Urgently) Doctor, there's nothing stopping you now! I have what you need! It wasn't easy to get but, he, like my dear old dad used to say - there's no free condiments in life.

Dr.Bratwurst : Most condiments are free, actually.

Stranger : (Offended) How dare you! And please, respect my father, may he rest in peace...

Dr.Bratwurst : (Businesslike) This talk of your father seems very shoehorned into this conversation, so let's move past it and get to the business of starting up this mysterious Machine!

Dr.Bratwurst : (Yelling) Gene! My french fry assisant, are you still here?

(Gene enters from the right wing. He is wearing round sunglasses (or just glasses if you prefer) and has two robot arms.)

Gene : Ooh, you bet Dr.Brat!

Off stage voice : (Monotone) Gene is great, a character on par with Elizabeth Bennet, or Pumba from the lion king.

Dr.Bratwurst : I agree. Add this guy's face to Mount Rushmore already!

Gene : Guhu, me? I'm just a little ol' french fry!

Dr.Bratwurst : (Excited) Gene, the time has come, at last, to test the Machine! We finally have the missing piece of the puzzle and a willing participant in our friend here! (Pauses and hesitantly continues) I'm sorry, I'm afraid I didn't catch your name?

(Terminator 2 sounding music plays. The Machine starts up, whirring and groaning. A spotlight shines down on the Stranger as the rest of the lights dim.)

Stranger : My name...is Brandon.

Stranger : (Determind) And I've got a joust to stop!

(The rest of the lights drop to black as the music reaches a crecsendo, leaving only Brandon illuminated. Then the spotlight drops to black too, as the whirring of the Machine shuts off.)

(The scene changes. The beach is back and both Pam and Dan are gearing up to charge at eachother. Rebecca now stands behind Dan, more upstage and clutching the baby Brandon protectively. The light is harsh and tinted red.)

(Suddenly, the lights flash bright white and drop to black for a few seconds, blue strobe lights flashing. When the lights turn back on, Brandon stands center stage, in the middle of Pam and Dan and standing a bit further downstage than them.)

Brandon : (Clear his throat) (Shouting) Crabra-Kadabra!

(The lights pulse and become softer, the red tint no longer there. The two crabs look confused.)

Gena : Murrey!

Murrey : What? What are we doing Gena!

Gena : P-Papa told us! He told us Murrey!

Murrey : (Sadly) We should have listened Papa!

Gena : (Anguished) Papa!

Pam : (Angrily) Charge beast!

Dan : It's over Pam! Your witch magic is no good here thanks to whoever this other hotdog is!

Brandon : (Proudly) I'm your son. From the future.

Dan : Ho-oly shi-it!

Brandon : It's a great plot point! Anyway, I saw you die as a child, and somehow it made Pam stronger! (Mumbling) We never really figured out why but it's not a plot hole or anything!

Brandon : So, tale as old as time, she took over the government and the world was run by her, and her ilk. (Disgusted) Witches!

Rebecca : Why did you do it Pam? Why'd you do any of this?

Pam : Because Rebecca, I'm straight up evil.

Brandon : Well, you know what they say - if it looks like a duck and quacks like a duck, feed that evil hotdog to a goddamn racoon. Gena, Murrey, take her away!

Pam : Shit!

(The two crabs drag Pam away, off to the right wing whilst she struggles and yells.)

Dan : I can't thank you enough for spending your life imbedded in a hotdog witch coven to travel back in time and save my life!

Brandon : Yeah man, for sure! Umm, now I can finally spend time with you and Ma!

Rebecca : (Hesitantly) Umm? I hate to be the one to point this out but...we've got two Brandons rn.

Dan : (Worried) That's too many Brandons right? We can't have two Brandons, that's bad for the fabric of reality and space time I think?

(They all look around awkwardly.)

Brandon : (Suddenly) What if I eat him? The baby Brandon, what if I eat myself?

Dan : Ok

Rebecca : It's technically not murder or anthing

(Brandon eats himself. Older Brandon can pretend to eat the doll and put it in his side bag.)

Rebecca : Hurray! Three cheers for our family! Hup, Hup!

(Gene appears from the right wing.)

Gene : I'm here too!

Rebecca : (Excited) The best character! Charles Dickens would kill a man to have written a character like Gene! At last, a happy ending!

(A song that sounds like coldplay, or something plays. The lights fade to black as the characters have a group hug.)

(Fade up from black. The scene changes. The light is dim and tinted green, murky looking. Center stage is a large log and the stage is covered in bushes. Murrey and Gena deposit Pam on the log, with her hand and feet tied.)

Murrey : (Angry) This is what you get! This is the law of the wild!

Gena : Murrey, let's go before the racoon arrives. I can't bear to watch this inevitable carnage!

(Murrey and Gena leave and dissapear into the left wing. Pam struggles as a large figure rises from behind the log. The racoon looks vicious and hungry.)

Pam : (Trying not to sound scared) Have at me beast!

(Suddenly, the lights pulse and shine on the racoon. It's demeaner changes, becoming less vicious and more blank.)

Pam : Beast?

Racoon : The beast is quelled Pam. I am a spirit and I have made this beast's body my home now. I will not allow it to do you harm.

Pam : I-I don't understand.

Racoon : Well, you see Pam, I need your help. To avenge my death.

Pam : Who-Who are you?

Racoon : My name, Pam, is Brandon. And I was eaten by myself. And together Pam, you and I, are going to kill me.

Pam : Oh, hell yeah.

(The lights fade to black)

(End of Season 1)

[ijustwant2write]

Stand Up For Yourself-Jon Snow x Reader One Shot

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Summary: Requested by @lachicadelamanzana: ‘Hi! Can you make a Jon Snow imagine? They are children, like 4 or 5 years old. He wants to play with the Starks but Lady Stark says he can’t and the boys make fun of him. He leaves and the reader (the daughter of a maid) finds him crying, and comforts him. Then, when they are older they are still friends and she is his maid, but they love each other. One day she defend Jon from his mother, so she threw her out into the wild. Jon goes after her and run away together?’

Characters: Jon Snow x Reader, mentions of the Starks

Meanings: (Y/N)= Your name

Warnings: I left out the boys making fun of him, sorry 😞 and it’s a bit long

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Snow was falling softly from the sky on that day, coating the grounds of Winterfell. I remember walking beside my mother, taking me to the market to collect the fabrics she needed. She was just a simple maid to the Starks, as I would be in my future. Clutching onto her hand, I merrily skipped beside her, happy to see the white snowflakes all around me.

I remember how harsh and bitter the cold was. But what really stuck out were the Stark children, also enjoying the snow as I had. Robb and Theon had been teasing Sansa, throwing snowballs at her (as well as each other), which she had squealed at. There had also been Jon Snow standing beside them, timidly joining in but with a big smile on her face. The stall we were stood by was close to them, I was able to hear everything. Just as Jon went to throw another snowball at Theon, a stern voice rang out.

“Jon! Stop that at once!” Lady Catelyn had stormed towards them, her handmaiden taking the Stark girl away.

The boys jumped at the tone of voice, looking guilty as they watched their friend take the blame. Jon looked scared, dropping the snow instantly.

“I-I am sorry. I only wanted to play-” I could see him shaking.

“You shouldn’t be playing with them anyway, you know that. Go away and bother somebody else.” Lady Stark spat, ushering Robb and Theon inside.

Without hesitation, Jon ran away, dodging anyone who he came across. There had been a horrible feeling in my stomach that day, like something wasn’t right and I could fix it.

“Mother, may I go see if Anne would like to play?” I asked sweetly.

“Of course. Just be home for lunch.”

As soon as she dismissed me, I ran after the young bastard, wanting to comfort him for some reason. It wasn’t hard to find him. He was in the Godswood, I had seen the trail of his footsteps. Crouched down by a tree, I could hear him sobbing, covering his head as if he wanted to dissapear.

“Hello.” I greeted.

He lifted his head, furiously wiping away the tears.“Who are you?”

“I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” I curtsied,“you are Jon Snow.”

“Yes. Please can you leave me alone.”

“Um, I’m sorry but I just wanted to say that I think Lady Catelyn was really mean to you.”

Jon looked confused.

“She shouldn’t say things like that. She’s not a very good mother.”

“She isn’t my mother.”

“What?”

“Lord Stark is my father but I have a different mother.”

“Oh.”

“That’s why she doesn’t like me.”

I walked forward and sat beside him.“Well that’s very stupid.”

He giggled, not believing the things in was saying about her.“You’ll get in trouble if you say those things.”

“Only if I get caught.”

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Now years later, Jon Snow and I had become close friends, more than that really. I had started working for the Starks as soon as I turned sixteen, much to my luck becoming Jon’s maid; he may have been a bastard but he was still treated to these things. After I comforted him that day, we would play together all the time. I really like Jon, he was a great friend as a child and now a great love of mine.

Of course it was all a secret. Bastards could be married off to, maybe not to very important people but still put into an arranged marriage. Jon never strayed though.

Knocking on his bedroom door, I heard him call out before I was able to enter.“Good morning, my lord.”

He turned around, smiling.“Good morning my lady.”

“I am not a lady, you know that.” I placed his fresh sheets at the end of his bed.

“And you know that I told you not to call me lord.” Jon pulled me towards him, kissing me.

“Jon, we have to be careful. Eyes could be anywhere.” I whispered.

“You say this each time and yet you continue to let me do this.”

Footsteps started to echo down the hallway, in a moment of panic I broke out of his embrace, starting my chores again. The door opened without a knock. Peeking over my shoulder, Lady Catelyn was closing the door behind her. I turned and did my regular curtsy, waiting for further instructions.

“Wait outside.” she ordered.

Keeping my head down, I curtsied again, doing as I was told. My lady was an awful woman. I couldn’t see past how horrible she was to Jon. It made me despise her. Some days I wished to slap her arind the face, knock some sense into her. I would lose my head for that. No one stood up for Jon, ever, not even his father. It tortured me to the core, how dare they speak to my Jon in that way!

Leaning my ear against the door, I prayed that no one would walk down these corridors and catch me. It wasn’t hard to hear the one sided conversation as Lady Stark raised her voice.

“Robb and Theon are taking Bran for his first hunting trip today. You will be with them to collect whatever they kill. You better not mess this up like last time, you’re only attending because Bran wanted you to.”

I could picture his face now. He wouldn’t talk back, he was too polite, too scared.

“If I had my way, you wouldn’t even be in these quarters. Ruin Bran’s day, and there will be consequences.”

Something must have come over me, perhaps it was all the built up anger. My hands pushed at the door, making it slam against the wall. Lady Stark and Jon looked at me in surprise, their eyes wide open.

“What do you think you are doing? Get out this instant and there won’t be any punishment.” Lady Stark shouted.

I stood a little straighter, trying to seem taller.“Lady Stark, I cannot idly stand by while you throw such disgusting words in my lords face.”

Jon shook his head, silently trying to stop me. I ignored him.

“He has been nothing but loyal to you, I cannot recall a time in which he disobeyed you.”

“Young lady, you are not permitted to speak to me this way.”

“It’s not nice, is it? That is how Jon feels everyday, tiptoeing around you so that he doesn’t accidentally do anything disrespectful.”

“How dare you-”

I screamed at her.“You only hate him because he is the result of your so called 'honourable’ husband fucking a whore rather than you!”

Two sets of wide eyes stared me down. I could see the panic and sadness in Jon’s face. As soon as the words left my mouth I felt a huge relief but also stupid. I was about to lose my job, my love and possibly my head.

If Lady Stark opened her eyes any further, I was sure they would pop out of her head.“No one has ever talked like that to me in my entire life! I want you out of my castle and out of Winterfell!”

My pride got in the way.“Good. I didn’t want to stay here anymore anyway.”

I sat in the servants quarters, trying not to break down as I packed my things. I had been able to say goodbye to most of my friends, but some were still working and I’d never be able to see them again. After my mother died, they had all become even closer family. Looking at my surroundings, I sighed; this had been my home for so long, now I had thrown it all away. Stupid, stupid girl.

The snow crunched underneath my feet as I walked out of the castle with my head down. What was I supposed to do now? I had nowhere to go, no family, no friends outside of Winterfell. A part of me wondered whether I could go back inside, grovel on my knees and beg for forgiveness. Lady Stark was a headstrong woman, she wouldn’t go back on what she said.

And Jon…I wasn’t able to go to him. That’s what broke me the most. Surely he would come to see me? Were we supposed to break it off here? Would we never be together again?

“(Y/N)!” my name was called out.

Happy tears bursting from my eyes, I turned around to see Jon running towards me. He swooped me up into his arms, holding onto me tightly. His grip didn’t falter as he set me on the ground but I could see that he too was crying.

“Jon, what are you doing? You’re going to get into trouble.” I spotted a bag on his back.

“I’m going with you. You didn’t think I would let you go?”

“You would leave all of this behind? For me?”

“Winterfell isn’t my home. You are. And we’re going to go out there and build a new life for us.”

[thebarbieblogzzz-blog]

The Stepson, a Short Story by Barbie H.

It was a cold days for that rock climbing competition. And there are only two competitor staying in that very competitive seconds. The Duke of Kamperland is there.  This final rock climbing competition will let the winner have a place to get in the winner to attend a Royal Sport Ceremony, the most prestigious sport award at the kingdom. All the athletes will get free trained and when they done their training they can have a spot as a Kingdom Athletes and they got monthly salary from the kingdom, without even doing anything, even after they retire. There is a lot benefits. A lot of Athlete is really taking this seriously. After a lot of man down in the Rock Climbing Competition, there is this two athlete in competing, so harshly , while duke many times been shoted by the camera.

Sarah Albertman, the Senior student of James Patterson Hıgh is taking the lead, she is a tough sport this is her first time in the competition but as you can see she has the talent for it , plus she got mad coach that haunts her in every competition, and right below her is the Three- time second- winner champion of Rock Climbing competition, Mr. Mıchael Hancock-Pitt. He’s been three- times almost winning the huge jackpot of his life, and without backing out or be ashamed, he is still in his best willing to win the first place and get his first win trophy. He is  three rock away from Albertman to win the RCC Cup, that he’s been held record to win in a row with. Now there standing 3 m of upwards him a teenage girl who just found out she could climb a rock very fast, and that is her first time being here, and he’s there, below the girl. This sight is very interesting of course for the Jury and the announcer to see, a champion of three times and his view full of a teenage girl’s feet. And finally it’s only three seconds away, and the race is finished. The winner is immidiately announced, “We got the winner... the third-time winner in a row, Mr. Hancock- Pitt!” Yes, by that split second the man is finishing his game to win by a split second by ms. Albertman. Everyone first wanna boo Hancock- Pitt, but then they were impress how he gave them last minute surprise. The crowd went wild and cheers. Mr. Hancock- Pitt gets his trophy. He is really red, and he is actually quite surprise that this is it. Just when hes getting used to be always an almost wining, he just won.   He gave his best smile, and all the crowds went nuts. The announcer announce, “And the winner is the tree times second place, Michael Hancock-Pitt! “ and the announcer continues while he gets his trophy, have a screentime spotlight after the winning, “Finally... Hancock- pitt after 4 times competing with us, he get his 1st place, we congratulate him!” And all the people in his group gets to him, congratulates him, and is manager, especially, and his sponsor, they’re smiles and congratuliations is blows up for him. The couch, makes a “I’m proud i’m your coach” smile, and the producer, makes the “there goes the run for my money , i’m gonna get a huge profit” smiles, and his manager, where his smile is “I  knew it you were great” smile. He smiles back, and his manager told him to go ahead and makes himself fresh again , lead him to the vip room he usually are, and enjoys his win more there. Mr. Michael Hancock- Pitt , not goes to his room, he goes to  the changing room. He sees the girl, Albertman, is chocking herself a full bottle of water and wipe off her sweat. She finally notices mr. Hancock-Pitt in the room, looking at her. She’ve said nothing. “Impressive game out there” suddenly, he try to get her attention  to him, while also tearing up his sweat, they both look fresh from the game, swim in sweats. And by that saying of the man,  of course the high school girl didnt expect that. “Thank you” she replies and then continues, “And congratulations for your winning, Mr. Hancock- Pitt”. “Well, it was a great game” he said,  she didnt expect at all a pro athlete talks to her so nicely, he looks very serious and comptetitive, it even surprise her more than even being in a split three seconds for a thrid time champion. “You’re the best first- timer I’ve ever seen, keep it up, one day, you might win it- i believe this” “Thank you” the teenage girl is just smiles. And then after he says that he just dissapears. Leave here thinking alone in that room and his words actually kinda lifts her up, she knows she will work harder, and harder so she’ll earn that trophy. Mr. Hancock- Pitt in the other hand, is changing himself in his own room, it is almost like his own dressing room at home, “thats what you get for being a pro athlete”his manager ever said once. And after that thought Sarah just continue to shower in the common room. In the shower she cant help to feel a little bit relax from all the muscles tense she produced after the game. She doesnt want to think more of the competition, but her mind just automiccaly do it for her, doing the flashback. How she climbs on that, the feeling, it tingles her body again. and then the split by only 3 seconds away, she doesnt believe she almost won. She should feel bad, but then again, she doesnt. İt doesnt about the winning, she thought at first it is, but she began thinking maybe it wasnt itl but there she goes, 3 seconds away from getting the most prestiguos Rock Climbing Championshiop, and it was still feel she’s winning. Her manager immidiately walk to her after they announce her get 2nd place, her manager said “It was impressive that you could even be for 5 seconds up from MHP, but then you shouldve won by 3 seconds only – it were only 3 seconds- if you were to do more pushup like i told you too- i guess your feet woulda jump for you to reach it by three of a heartbeat“ Her manager is never really satisfy.  But then again- she doesnt wanna gave up her relaxing time of shower thoughts- thinking about what her manager thinks. She decides she will be just relax- and tell her self she did great.

After the Bath- she goes to see her coach- Coach Ari, she knows she supposed to met her right after the game, but she is too worked up to hear her pushing words. She knows she did great, but her coach might not think so. She mets her in the big arena cafe. She just sits down while Coach Ari is having eat fast a giant sandwich. Sarah just sit down in front of her. “Oh, it’s you 30 minutes late” “Im sorry i just go to locker room and take a shower” “Of course, great game, do you want a sandwich?” “No..” “Please have a sandwich” Actually she already bught it for her so she just hand it down. “Thanks” “Yeah sure, do you know why i bring you here?” “Im not sure” “It was impressive game sarah” “Thanks coach” “Even though... “ sarah cut her, “If i have more sit up i could get the three seconds awy from mr. Hancock- Pitt, “  The coach just shut up. She sure know what she gonna said to her. And sarah still continues,” Coach, hes a pro athlete, besides he said to me it was a great game, and he belives i might win next time, isnt it great” “of course, it’s great. I said you were really tough. But you were lose it what can we do about it” “Can you just-“ “Look- sarah, you were a scholarship kid- the founder has been funding every penny for you to raise to be this big and all they wanted was a trophy” “Well I was getting second place- and i can get a chance of win next year” “There’s been a change of plan” “What do you mean a change of plan?” “They dont want you to get that trophy no morE” “What do you mean ? ” the coach just shuts up for a min, “ They’ll give you a second chance” “What ?” “Now this is what you got to do- all you got to do- is , get yourself in to that Sports Award Cermony” “You mean the Kamperland Sport Annual Awards?” “Yes. “ “But i cant get in... second place winner is not invited” “Well find a way to get in!” the coach just screams at her, but not too loud. Cuz people will hear. “Look, i give you one idea, in how to get to that ceremony awards, Hancock- Pitt is the first winner, right?. And he will be able to bring one partner, rather it his Girlfriend, Brother or even Mom or Grandparents, he can bring one partner” “You think i suppose to go with Mr. Michael?�� “Well i just gave you one idea, you can try to enter anyway you want, but the thing we care about is, you get in, you can even force yourself to get in the trespassing way, but if you get in to crime, we just not gonna help you. You know we wont give our company a bad name- the thing is- if you wanna still be funded by us, you have to do this. You have no choice. Or, you can go to orphanage,maybe somebody will take 18 years old – or you can get a real job and pay for your living and school, but we will hand you off, for good. You got me?” Sarah just out of words. She knows that everytime she sees her coach it wont be good news.

 She just lay down in her bed in the funded apartment. At 7 pm, she will go to the Gym , at 1st Floor, everyday she goes to GYm, but to day she just dont feel like it. She just cant help to think how she will get the ticket to get in thst ceremony, and how the hell could she sees mr. Hancock- Pitt again its impossible that he want to take his competitior tp the Awards, well unless hes nut enough to do that. “ “How the hell did i get that invitation?” Sarah just mumble to herself. She knows, first thing first she got to find the way in how to meet Mr. H- Pitt firsts.  She doesnt even know where he lives! Oh yeah, she can ask her friend, Myriad, she is one of the insidider of the competition. “ Do You know where he liveS?” “Of course not... even if i know i can gve that out its private information” “Im really desperate to find his adress” “Waht you gonna do? Kick his ass for beeatingyou? Hes wayyy too strong for you to do that” “Of course not- are you crazy” “Then, why?” “Well,  I just... oh, do you know if he might be attending an after party or something?” “Sure- of course, there’s an afterparty just tonight, but it’s almost ended- and im pretty sure youre invited, why you dont come?” “Oh my godd!!! İm so stupid!!! How the hell did I didnt get the invitation?” “Well, you shoulda now that it was common knowledfe, and im pretty sure they announce that... “ “Okay, no time , i gotta rush!” Sarah just get to her closet. “Oh m g! İ dont have any good dress... everything is an athlete thing, how the hell can i go to a party?” and then she have nly one dress, that her mom ever get her, it still fits, but its just so simple and a lil bit like old dated, but she doesnt have a choice. She had to get herself to the afterparty. The party is alrady starting like 2 hours ago... but thank god it still on... The guards were asking her ID “Im sarah Albertman, im one of the contestant for RCC?” “Oh.. sarah, sure, come in, youre late” “I know...”  so sarah just gets in and people has been checking her Old dress and some of em is just laugh at  her, but she dont care. She needs to find the winner of the game of this year. Just before she think it will be tough to find him, She just saw him. And now she startruck how the hell was her plan, now after he find him? This is bullshit! Now she just hold back a little bit, she dont know what to do now. What will she do ? just ask him straight away? Of course it cant be that easy! . Just before she had to take the first step. Mr. Hancock pitt already notice her. “Oh, Sarah!” she just shocked but she just smiles. “Hello... i thought u never came” She still dont know what to say. “Wow ! nice.. dress” he said . “Thank you” she seems nervous now, not like before. She never know shell need anything from this man but there she goes, she will get kicked out of her apartment if she didnt get in the cermony. “ Congratuliaons, again, on your winning” she starting to regtret what she said, but she doesnt know what else to say. “ “Thanks. Youre a fair player” “Yeah... its nice that you will get to attend the ceremony “ Mr. Michael just laughs. “Do you already decide who you gonna go with, mr michael? “ He seems confused, and Sarah doesnt know what possesed her lately but shes just gonna do a ride or die. She had to know/ “Well i didnt think of anybody yet” “If you would, id love to go with you” Mr. Hancock- Pitt just laughs. “HAHA. Sure... IF nobody in my place will, the spot is yours” “Really? I mean, thanks, just let me know” “Yea... Ill let you know “ and he laughs again for sarah directness. But wowwww Sarah just cant believe it wa that easy. All she has to do is wish her luck that nobody in his place wil go, she will pray . “Do you would like some toase?” “Well.. i dont drink” “Right... “ The walking waiter just go to his plave, “One martini, and one cranberry juice please” “I’ll have a toase, for me finally be a first winner, and now, the one in my spot, a tough high schooler, that almost get me into second place, again, lets toase for sarah!”  “for sarah!” Then the party is starting again...

 “You can go sarah, But, in one note” “Yes?” “Dont wear the dress like you wear in that party...” “I ... sure... of course, its my mom’s ... ill do the shopping” “yea, you know, i just dont rweally like to be to stand out... not tooo mention that ill bring a competitior, its gonna be weird” “I know,,, but you wont regret it... ill be as invicible as i can be” “Okay, then , see you at the ceremony sarah” “Thank you so much, Mr. Pitt” the phone are off.