#and they keep saying they fixed the fence NO THE FUCK YOU DIDNT IF THEY KEEP ESCAPING

[roseofcards90]

Dumbass fuck: we can’t let the dogs outside into the backyard for long periods of time because they’ll escape, the fence is broken

Me: okay

Dumbass fuck: hey can you retrieve the dogs again they escaped when I left them outside and didn’t bother to call them back after they used the bathroom

Me: ?????????????? 💀

[rjshepofftheshits]

Ok real talk tho, here is how they can improve dead space 3 for a remake.

Less focus on saving the world and more focus on the characters. i want to see isaac and ellie try to repair their relationship, i want to see carver go from grumpy git to isaacs friend and i want to see robert norton go from a good man with good intentions to someone who cracks under pressure, not because of some dumb jealousy thing with Isaac. if you were feeling REALLY spicy you could even make Danik a reasonable if categorically wrong man who eventually goes absolutely fruit loops by the end instead of starting out that way.

give isaac more story besides running after ellie. i know saving people, particularly the women in his life is a running theme with mr clarke, we do stan a feminist king. but he was perfectly capable of doing everything in dead space 1 WHILE ALSO looking for Nicole, his every other word wasn't about her. Dead space 3 makes me feel like he is only capable of pining after ellie and that is just not him. Isaac and ellie were together for 2-3 years, he knows her and he knows she can look after herself, it's the rest of the fucking universe that needs his competence and intelligence, not her. and if you must go this way, please don't make it another rescue mission. Again, ellie is a survivor and an intelligent person maybe even as smart as isaac she does not need saving.

also give the girl back her sports bra im sick of the cleavage. how she jumped 3 cup sizes is beyond me.

keep carver in the story but make him either an AI companion or do what NIER : Automata or RE2MAKE did. you play all the way through as isaac, then as carver and then once again as whoever for the ending OR you play all the way to the end as Isaac and then on a second playthrough you can be Carver and the way that you played as Isaac is now how your ai partner isaac behaves.

do not lock Carvers story behind coop missions. i know visceral didnt want to do this, they were made to by ea but still it seems like a dumb move even on their part. Carver didnt need to be there but since he is, why are you hiding that light under a bushel ea???

big one: get rid of the micropayments and retool the fucking weapons and combat. most of the guns are like water pistols and the necromorphs tank hits like brick shithouses. i know SCAF weapons are 200 years old by the time of dead space 3 but like. Isaac is smart enough to make a ripper, a line cutter and a plasma cutter on its own without bolting them together.

do not hide the true ending behind a dlc paywall. i think i was the only person on the planet that actually liked Awakened, better than the base game too. so it pains me to say that it didnt need to exist: either cut it completly and use it as the opening for dead space 4 or merge it into the ending of dead space 3 somehow.

lastly i think the story needs some tweaking. if we look at the progression it goes > outbreak on one ship > outbreak on a station> universe wide outbreaks everyone is doomed. now granted i understand you need to escate things for sequels but i just dont feel the same gravity of the situation in 3 as a did in 1 or 2. we never see the world outside isaacs pov which is fine but i would still like to see some of the world before it got fucked over a picket fence by the unitologists. the only glimpses we get are in text logs and it would make me feel more urgency to save the world if i actually knew what the world was like.

Continuing on with my story point: isaac needs some tweaks. he is a broken and cynical man by 3 which is very fair given all hes gone through but he is also a savior and defender at heart. no, he didnt ask for any of this but since he's stuck in this situation you know damn well he is going to do his best to fix this. I always found it weird that Isaac was essentially suicidal by the time of 3s opening, he was killing himself with indifference and clearly not looking after himself but when Norton comes knocking he still says "find someone else for your suicide mission" outright refusing all of it until ellie is mentioned. why didnt norton open with "ellie is in trouble, she sent us to get you to help" ? and why did isaac flat out refuse if he didnt care about his own life???

all this to say i would very much like to see isaac living a somewhat normal life after 2. ok maybe hes still depressed and alone but hes also still trying to move on, anything better to explain his reluctance to get dragged back into things . Maybe instead of having isaac backed into a corner and avoiding the world it could be more of a case of "i fucking told you so" like the mass effect series. Isaac has spent 2 games telling everyone who will listen "do not fuck with the markers" and now maybe he could be really fucking annoyed that no one has listened and as the only competent man in the galaxy hes got to go sort this shit out on principal.

here also are some things id just like to see.

Isaac struggling with his marker problem less like psychosis and more like a general disability or chronic illness. yes it sucks ass and yes its disabling but hes still a badass despite it. i dont like the wooohhhoooo mental illness scary vibes i get from other marker touched people like stross. thats just not how it works.

isaac with psysical scars from his time in project teleomere/ the hospital in dead space 2. i would like to see him with wounds from the first game healed and also maybe some marker scrawl on him as a permenant reminder of what happened.

id like to see ellie have a more active role or even be a playable character. doesnt have to be a big thing, do something like the born from a wish scenario in silent hill 2, maybe cover the 2 weeks she was lost in space before ds3 takes place.

id like to see the necromorph process slowed down. it happens so fast its almost meaningless, not to mention unbelievable. if it happens over time and the characters can see and react to it happening that has more emotional impact.

In the ending where carver and Isaac get blown off the platform, I want to see them holding hands to stay together.

if i think anymore ill put them in the reblogs or something

but yeah ea hit me up im ready to advise

or if ur not ea and just wana chat shite about dead space you can hit me up too

[wilhelmjfink]

*crawling on my hands and knees* YOU THINK I WOULD JUST TAKE THIS LOVELY COMPLIMENT AND NOT FUCK OFF FOR TWO WEEKS BEFORE RETURNING WITH A STORY?! That’s not how I do things. Apparently. Thank you so much for still being here @sweatywildpanda :,)

NGL I did struggle a bit with this request. It was my first in like a year and I had to get it perfect ya know? I hope it satisfies the angry Daryl that only gets angry because he doesn’t know how to love ❤️

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It had taken you a lot of quiet contemplation and reflection before you began to understand why Daryl only ever seemed to get mad. He didn’t get scared, or sad, or hopeful and excited. He got mad. All those years ago when you’d first met him, you thought he was just an asshole. Just a junkie, scumbag redneck asshole like his older brother. But maybe it was everybody else’s similar opinion of him they formulated the second they looked at him (you were guilty, too) that made you stop and think that, maybe, there was something deeper in those ocean blue eyes that always seemed to be smoldering with some sort of fury, ready to snap at any second.

No, he was not like Merle. Not at all. Merle didn’t really get too angry, for starters. He liked a challenge. He leapt at an opportunity to prove his dick was bigger than everybody else’s, eager and pugnacious, thick-skinned and apathetic with a smile on his face. When he withdrawaled, that rage — it was far different than his little brother’s. Merle hated the world and everybody in it, but accepted that long ago, and coped. He made sure he was happy, even at the expense of others. Not Daryl. No, he craved the love and acceptance of others, whether or not he even knew it. And he was fucking angry because, yeah, the world sucked. But Daryl wanted nothing more than to fix it, and have somebody just fucking thank him for it.

:(WHERES THE READMORE? WHY DIDNT IT WORK????):

Daryl is angry because he can’t help. He’s angry, because he thinks he should be better. Stronger. More resourceful. Smarter.

He’s angry because he failed you once, and he will never, ever fucking let that happen again.

He didn’t need to prove to you he wasn’t his brother. Not back then, and not now. Not as Merle’s voice echoed through the courtyard as he greeted your friends after so much time apart. Happy to see them, ironically only, though: he fucking won, after all. He survived — thrived, really — after they’d abandoned him to die, and now he was back, and he got his baby brother back, too. What more could he need to prove that he was doing just fine in this world?

“Where are you gonna go?” You asked Daryl, voice soft and level, already striving to prevent him from erupting and flipping what could very well be your last moments with him into a spitfire argument with nothing but heated exchanges and horrible names spat. “To Woodbury? You won’t… you’ll hate it there, Daryl.”

But, like he always did when he was trying to keep himself held together at the fraying seams, he chewed on his thumbnail anxiously, and merely shrugged.

“I dunno.”

“So you’re just going to give up this — this home we’ve built for ourselves?” You asked him incredulously. “The safety and security we finally have?”

“This place ain’t safe,” he argued, words sharp, as if that was the issue at hand.

“It’s got four walls, a roof, and a barbed wire fence,” you replied calmly. “It’s safer than just living out there. You know that — we did that.”

“ ‘m sure Merle has a plan.”

“And if he doesn’t?” You chanced a step closer to him and didn’t miss the way he stopped his incessant pacing, freezing in his tracks, and glancing over at you out of his peripheral, watching, waiting for your next move. You felt like you were encroaching a wild animal, waiting to step on a twig and scare him off.

“We’ll figure it out, then.”

“He’s going to get you killed.”

Maybe you two had gotten along from the start because it’s true when they say opposites attract — you were always level-headed and calm. You had to be, in the world before this, it was your livelihood. And who would have thought it would have helped you at all in this lifetime? But Daryl went from zero to a hundred in the blink of an eye, and all it took was the tiniest shove closer to the cliffs edge before he would leap off furiously to save himself from the hurt of having been pushed by somebody else. It needed to be on his terms, and no one else’s.

“That ain’t your fuckin’ problem!” He rounded on you threateningly, but you didn’t flinch. “Merle’s my brother, alright? He’s blood. That’s all we fuckin’ got left anymore. It counts for somethin, don’t it?”

You shrugged, bones tired and sore, shoving down the familiar feeling of pressure building up behind your eyes and spill out over your cheeks. You might as well have cried gasoline, the way tears did nothing but fuel Daryl’s fire once it started it’s raging path.

“I don’t know if it does, Daryl.” You were tired. Yeah, you got it. You were an only child, you would have loved a sibling. But at what cost? You envied Beth and Maggie and their relationship; you loved them both separately and you loved them both together. You never once felt anything but disgust toward Merle Dixon. “At what point does it stop mattering whether or not he’s blood, if all he does is torture you and treat you like shit? You’re loved here, D — doesn’t that count for something?”

“We can’t stay here,” he told you firmly. “Ain’t nobody here want his ass around.”

“Doesn’t that say anything to you?” Your voice was rising, but not with emotion, not yet. Shock. You knew he was stubborn, but holy fuck. “That your family here doesn’t trust him?”

“Y’all ain’t my family.”

“That’s bullshit, and you know it. Not after all we’ve been through.” You took another step toward him and kept your words rolling, not giving him a chance to get an argument in edgewise. “It doesn’t matter that we’re not blood. We want you here. We need you here.”

“I ain’t leaving Merle again,” Daryl had leveled himself back out slightly, and he wasn’t racing and throwing hands and cursing, but he was worked up, and a year ago, Daryl Dixon would never had worked this hard to keep his emotions in check so he didn’t blow up on somebody he cared for. “You don’t understand. You ain’t listenin’.”

“I am listening — “

“No, you ain’t! I’m leaving’ with him so he — so he fuckin’ — fucks off, and don’t bother anyone here no more!”

You didn’t say anything back this time, and watched as Daryl turned back away from you, running his hands down his face in exasperation.

“If he walks away now, there ain’t any tellin’ what he’ll do. We know now — we know he has a whole god damn city behind him. They’re dangerous. He’s dangerous, and I’m not gonna sit by and let him hurt ya again!”

Oh.

You shook your head now, control of the situation slipping through your fingers. “There has to be another way, Daryl. There has to be a way to make sure Merle doesn’t target us anymore!”

“There is a way,” he spat, spinning back toward you and finally, he forced himself to make eye contact with you. It was impeccable timing, as tears welled up in your eyes with the realization that you were not going to win this song and dance with him. “And it’s him leavin’! And I gotta go with him to make sure he don’t ever come back again. I’m doin’ this for you!”

“This isn’t about what I want!”

“No, it’s about what ya need, and what ya need is to fucking be safe. And that won’t happen with Merle around. Alright? Now fuckin’ drop it. It’s done with.” And in classic Daryl fashion, he turned on his heels and made to storm off, but your heart ached violently with the need to go after him.

“Daryl, please,” you called after him. “Please, don’t leave.”

And your chest fluttered because he did stop walking when you’d said that, so you halted, too. And you waited for him to turn around and cave. But all he did was mutter an apology over his shoulder, and continued walking away. From you.

Well, you’d be fucking damned if you would like Merle take Daryl away from you. And reasoning didn’t work — but you had other ideas. Because now, all bets were off.

Because now, you were fucking angry.

[tovarishch-dyke]

So close to just dropping out

[magalidragon]

Okay drabble #2 for @lalacristina18 ‘s ask! Hope you like this one! It’s a little silly and kind of Fixer Upper Fanfiction ( @nlights37 is that a thing? I’m doing it) meets my drabble “wet paint.”

Enjoy!

haunted house | 30. “You better watch yourself”

It was the dumbest thing she had ever done.

Except she felt like she had to do it.

How else was she going to get the cute handyman to ask her out?

"Just ask him out!" her best friend shouted, as she took a crowbar to the siding on her house, prying up the nails. Missandei was used to most of her antics, but she knew this was going too far. She watched, amazed, slightly terrified, and in awe, muttering, "You have gone mental Daenerys."

Maybe she had gone mental, but she was also put off by how attractive the handyman was. He was incredibly sweet. A little goofy; he apologized one day when he showed up in thick black glasses, saying he'd forgotten to put his contacts in before he left the house. She had wondered why someone would apologize for that, but she soon learned that Jon Snow, Handyman Extraordinaire, apologized for quite a few things that were in no way his fault or under his control.

Like when he couldn't get a part in time to fix her hot water tank, because it was a weekend and the store was closed. "No problem, guess I'll see you Monday," she had simply said with a smile and a cheerful glee, because she knew they were closed on the weekend and he'd have to come back Monday.

Or when she had purposefully yanked out some sort of fuse in her car so it wouldn't start and he had apologized that it had gone missing. "Not your fault at all!" Because it's totally my fault and then she'd pretended to find the fuse on the ground. "Will this fix it?"

He frowned at the tiny piece of place and wire. "Um, aye, that's so weird..."

Today she was going to claim there was something wrong with her siding and it needed to be replaced. She dropped the crowbar, wiping sweat off her forehead, and placed her hands on her hips, glancing at Missandei, who was shaking her head side-to-side. "What?"

"Just bloody ask him out! I'll do it for you. You're destroying your house just to get him to come over." She smirked. "He has to know what you're doing. He's just taking your money and knowing you're using him which is wrong, or he's really bloody stupid and that's not great either."

"You haven't met him yet."

"What guy could be so attractive and cute and sweet and all that for you to resort to this!?" Missandei waved her hands at the splintered wood at her feet. She sighed, closing her eyes. "Dany, love, you are my best friend but..."

"Good morning!"

Dany threw the crowbar into the bushes, spinning on her heels and beaming at the man who had poked his head around the open fence to her back garden. She waved. "Hello Jon! Good morning to you!" She rounded on Missandei, who stared at him and smirked knowingly. "You're a little early."

He turned pink, coming around the corner holding onto his toolbox. "Aye, sorry about that, I thought I might get you a coffee..." he trailed off and politely smiled at Missandei. "Oh I am sorry, I would have gotten another....here, you can have mine if you want."

To her best friend's stunned silence, he removed one of the two takeout coffee cups from the tray in his other hand and passed it to her. Missandei swallowed hard, clearing her throat. "Thank you, that's...so nice of you."

He smiled again in his shy, half-smile way that Dany absolutely bloody adored, and turned his face to her. "You called last night and said that your bathroom pipes were leaking again? I don't know what is going on, I mean..." He scratched his hair, brow furrowing, and gazed up at the old-as-shit house she had purchased with intent to completely renovate. "I swear I just fixed those..."

"Oh you did, I'm sure this place is cursed."

"By a Valyrian dragon," Missandei mumbled under her breath.

Dany stepped on her foot and crossed her arms, grinning. "And would you look at this? This siding is rotten, I think we'll need to replace it."

"Um, yes of course." He knelt and picked up some of the wood, shaking his head. "You must have an angry ghost Dany, this looks like someone took a crowbar to it." He was immediately concerned, jumping to his feet. "You should file a police report, someone could be vandalizing your property!"

Missandei sipped her free coffee and mumbled again, not so quietly, "Hmm, someone with silver hair I think."

"What?" Jon asked.

"Ignore her, she's mad." She forced another smile. "It's fine. I...thank you Jon, perhaps look at those pipes first and then we can look at the siding."

"I have wood," he blurted out.

Missandei choked. Dany flushed bright red. "Oh?"

"Hmm, in the truck. Be right back." He turned on his heel and walked away. Dany elbowed her best friend, who stared now at his retreating back.

"Oh my."

"It's beautiful. I just like to look at it."

Missandei patted her arm. "Daenerys you are my best friend, but if you don't ask him out by the end of the day, I'm going to tell him everything you've been doing and only because I'm scared you might set your house on fire just to watch him come running in with the fire hose."

Dany hummed. The idea was appealing, but arson was certainly not an option.

Yet.

---

It was the end of the day; she'd tried her damndest to get him to ask her out. Missandei had left, becaus she claimed she couldn't watch it any longer, proclaiming them both "stupid idiots" and Dany had to agree. She was a stupid idiot, trying to get him to look at her as something other than the crazy lady in the haunted house. She'd worn her bikini top while gardening, she'd broken her siding, and stuffed leaves in her gutters.

And Jon Snow still didn't bloody get it.

Maybe he was stupid, she thought, and watched him bent over some exposed pipes in the hallway leading to the master bedroom. A himbo or something. Except she knew he wasn't, because she'd seen that he had a stack of books in his truck to return to the library, one of which happened to be her brother's boring ass tome on Targaryen History, and he'd eagerly chatted with her about it.

"So why are you a contractor?" she asked. She kept referring to him as a handyman, but reminded herself he was more than that. He ran his own business and lumber yard up in Winterfell. "Do you just like fixing things?"

He shrugged, reaching his arm down into the pipes. "I do like fixing things, but when I got out of the military, nothing really appealed to me. Didn't want a boss again and I like building things. Working on my own terms."

"I like that too." It was why she moved up North, a freelance journalist, and needing a safe quiet space to recharge and focus between assignments. She got up and cleared her throat. "I'll be downstairs if you need me." She was halfway down the stairs when she heard a strange sound. It was a yowl.

It sounded like Drogon, she thought, turning towards the wall. "Drogon?" she called.

He meowed again, pitiful. She moved closer towards the wall and knocked. Her voice trembled, calling once more. "Drogon?"

A light scratching and more yowling.

She screamed, realizing with horror that Drogon was inside the bloody wall. "DROGON!" She banged on the wall, running up the stairs, crying out. "Jon! Drogon's in the wall!"

"What?"

"I think he must have crawled in when we were talking and not looking, oh my gods, Drogon!"

Jon frowned at her, still not moving. He narrowed his eyes. "Drogon's in the wall, huh?"

"I think so."

He cocked his head and got to his feet, sighing hard. "Dany, I...I think I know what's going on and..." He turned bright pink. "I really have to confess something..." He shifted on his feet and blurted out, really fast, his Northern burr thick. "I...I know that not everything here is breaking and...and I'm fixing it and stuff, but...well...the store was open and I didn't get hte part because I wanted to come see you and...and I may not have cleaned the gutters all the way so I could come back and...oh gods, I haven't charged you at all because I'm just...I like you!"

Her eyes widened, too terrified for her cat to process what he'd just admitted to her. "But...I...I'm sorry, but he's really in the wall! Listen!"

They both were quiet and after a second, heard the pathetic howling of a trapped cat.

Jon moaned, mortified, shoving his face into his palms. "Oh my gods! I'm so sorry! I thought...oh fuck, forget what I said!"

"No I can't forget it because I like you too!" They could have this conversation after they saved her damn cat.

It took awhile, of her trying to coax the damn cat out from the opening in the floor, to Jon carefully searching and finding a space in the wall to knock through with a sledgehammer so he wouldn't hit Drogon or anything unsafe. Bits of drywall and debris scattered, "You better watch yourself," she warned him, when Drogon began to hiss and pant, terrified as they drew closer to him. "He might attack!"

"He's just scared, he'll be alright."

A couple hours later, her entire hallway and stairwell covered in broken bits of drywall, plaster, wood, and insulation, her very dirty and ashy cat enveloped in a blanket in her arms, Dany finally looked up at JOn. He hadn't said a word to her about his confession of not really fixing anything because he liked her and wanted ot keep seeing her.

She ducked her head, whispering, "I know it was wrong of me too, to keep breaking things...I just really liked you too."

"I'm not good with women," he admitted.

"Clearly, I was walking around in my bikini and you didnt say a word."

"I was trying to be professional!"

She giggled. Drogon whined in her arms. She scowled. "Hey! You didn't think I was serious that my cat got stuck in the wall!"

"I thought it was another thing like when you called me to say that your pipes were clogged at ten at night." He arched his brows. "Come on Dany."

"Alright, that was a ruse...but he really did get stuck!" She let go of Drogon, who raced into her bedroom to hide under the bed and lick his wounds-- more like his pride at having to be rescued by humans of all things. She looked up at Jon, sitting on the step just above her and grinned. "Can we agree to just...kind of start over?"

he nodded and licked his lips; she shivered. "Start over at dinner tonight?"

"Yes, dinner is perfect."

"And I'll be the first thing in the morning to start working on..." he gazed around at the chaos surrounding them, sighing. "This."

"Sounds good."

Turned out he didn't have to show up early at all the next morning, because he was already there, fast asleep in her bed, both of them exhausted. Dinner had been merely an afterthought.

[morizoras-cave]

Action (Request)

James McAvoy x teen!co-star!reader

Genre: slight angst, fluff

Request Description: okay cool! i've got a request, then: a teen!co-star!reader x james mcavoy where she gets an injury and tries to play it off as if she's fine and james notices and makes sure she gets proper medical attention and comforts her but scolds her about keeping it a secret if that makes sense. thank you!

Warnings: reader gets physically hurt, language, slight insecurity (ish)

(A/N): okay so, i didnt make a fic yesterday and i feel slightly bad, but its cool hahaha. im going home from vacation tomorrow, so ill have a little bit more time

“You don’t know anything!” you trembled, full of emotion. You braced yourself. You were currently filming the scene that you had rehearsed for weeks. Your character was going to be chased down by James’ character, in an attempt to fix their broken familial relationship. It was intense and difficult to shoot.

“Then tell me!” James was just as full of emotion, frustration and desperation painted on his face . He was bracing himself too, you could tell. You shook your head, just as scripted, and when James stepped towards you, you flinched back. “Tell me.”

That was your cue. You grabbed the windowsill of the open window, smoothly swinging out and landing several meters down. James looked out at you from it, and there was a moment where you stared at each other, before you dashed away, and he scrambled to get down the stairs. 

You were already running down the street, panting. Why did your director have to be so realistic? It would pay off. You hoped. 

The door to the house swung open violently and you saw James’ form exit, already sprinting towards you. Dozens of cameras were catching the entire scene.

James was much taller than you, legs and stamina allowing him to catch up quickly. 

“Shit,” you mumbled, looking around desperately. You quickly found the junkyard you were supposed to enter, constructed solely for the movie. You jumped over a white fence, entering the property of another person, to shortcut to the yard. James was right behind you. 

You continued into the junkyard, where you did several more stunts, jumping up and over things, squeezing in between narrow rows of trash. It was going very well, right up until the point where you had to jump from one heap of trash to another. 

You hesitated, both because it was scripted, but also because it was a terrifyingly large jump. I mean, you’d practiced it a ton, so you’d be able to do it, right?

You looked back and saw James there. He gave you a warning look, and you angled your head in response. Then you turned away and ran, jumping over the massive gap. 

You knew right away you wouldn’t make it. The trash gave away under you, sabotaging your jump. Flying through the air, you tried desperately to grasp the edge, so you wouldn’t fall. You almost did it, grabbing an old boot from the pile, when the boot lodged itself out of its position, breaking off your only hold on the pile.

You fell to the ground with a terrifying scream. The dust rose as you hit the earthy floor. 

The crew immediately stopped and several people came to your aid. James ran up to you, face strewn into concern and horror. He grabbed your shoulder and looked you in the eyes. 

“Y/n! Are you okay? That was quite a fall,” he said. You shook your head dismissively. 

God, that was so embarrassing. You had practiced it for weeks, and still managed to fail and waste all of these peoples time! 

“I’m good, it didn’t hurt that much,” you lied. Oh boy, it hurt. Your shoulder and arms hurt and most terrifyingly, your head hurt. But you had already wasted the crew’s time, you couldn’t postpone this by being whiney. 

“You sure?” James asked, seemingly not convinced. You gave him a smile, hoping it didn’t look too strained, as it fought through the needle-like, pulsing pain all over your body. 

The director asked if you could do it again and you agreed. You did the stunt right on the second take, and although it hurt like a bitch trying to do all of it after your fall, it was worth it. 

After the scene was short several times (to your anguish), the day was wrapped up and every started getting out of their costumes and getting ready to go home. 

You and James had gotten into the habit of walking back to the hotel together, and chatting along the way, so you grabbed your things and met him by the entrance. 

“Man, that was a hard scene, don’t you think?” James asked and you just hummed, arm wrapped around your stomach in order to cease the pain. “That was quite a fall you took there.” 

“Yeah..” you mumbled, stopping when something wet touched your face. Your brows furrowed and you touched your upper lip. Search your fingers you saw blood, and realized you were having a nose bleed. “Uh-”

“Alright, that’s it,” James said, turning your attention back to him. He looked fed up and, an emotion that was unfamiliar on his features, scared. “I’m driving you to the hospital.” 

“What? No- no!”

“Yes!” he said and without another word, he picked you up, making you groan in embarrassment. 

“James, this is so unnecessary, it’s just a little nosebleed!” you complained, thrashing in his arms, but quickly stopping once you felt how much that hurt. Instead, you tried to stay as still as possible in a comfortable position.

“It’s not, Y/n. You’ve been squirmin’ in pain all day, I can tell,” he said. You knew he’d figured you out, and while you still didn’t think it was worth a hospital visit, you knew you couldn’t argue with James. 

“All right, all right! I’ll go to the hospital, but only if you put me down!” You reasoned. James stopped, considering it for a moment, before lowering you to where you could stand for yourself. Again, the movement hurt you terribly, but you put on a brave face. 

James hitched you and him a taxi, and headed to the hospital as fast as possible in the constant traffic. You sat uncomfortably, holding your stomach and biting your lip to prevent yourself from groaning. 

“Fuck,” you whispered and gritted your teeth. James looked at you broodingly. 

“You shouldn’t hide stuff like that,” he said. You looked up and met his eyes. A sighed escaped your lips. “I’m very disappointed in you for hiding it. You’re obviously in pain, N/n.” 

“I know. I’m sorry. I just didn’t want to waste everyone’s time.”

“Right, well, next time just waste their fuckin’ time! You realize you could be seriously hurt, right?” James’ voice only portrayed anger, but you could see on his face, clearly, concern and worry. The cars honked distantly outside the car. You said nothing. 

“I fucking mean it, Y/n. You can’t do this shit. Tell me that next time you’ll just say if you’re hurt,” James grabbed your hand and looked at you seriously, “Tell me.” 

A strange deja vu occurred, as your life somewhat resembled the movie. Then you looked at him and nodded, “All right. I promise.” 

James didn’t let go of your hand on the way to the hospital, squeezing it whenever you trembled in pain. When you did get in, he made an embarrassingly big deal out of it, demanding that you get checked out immediately. 

Relatively quickly (probably out of fear for the insane Scottish man you’d arrived with) you were looked at, and it turns out the fall had been quite serious, You’d fractured your arm and dislocated your shoulder. The doctor said you were lucky you hadn’t gotten any trauma to the head. 

When James was finally allowed in your room, you knew he’d gotten the news, because he had the biggest ‘I told you so’ look on his face. He gave you yet another lecture, but mostly he just hugged you and confessed how worried you’d made him. You apologized profusely, of course, because it was an absolute crime to worry such a sweet person. 

The incident had definitely made James more paranoid for the rest of the shooting, asking you each time you’d done a stunt if you were okay. You found it sweet though, and nice that he cared for you. Which he did, because you were like a sister to him, and it was over his dead body he would let you hide your pain from him.

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[smalltragedy]

* ryan destiny, cis woman + she/her | you know kira blake, right? they’re twenty four, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, ever? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to babooshka by kate bush like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole lazily stretched out in a ray of light, daisy shaped irises and daisy chain braids, performing an intricate dance to move the ocean's waves thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is october 31st, so they’re a scorpio, which is unsurprising, all things considered. ( james, 22, est, they/them )

hllo ive hd kira in my head fr a bit bt i also know ntohing abt her! this is me winging it even though i hv no right to <3 this is my third character maybe whose birthday is in honor of ella n coincidentally 2/3 of them r in this rp. yea im messy smirks sexily.

DEATH, GRIEF, DRUGS TW

mini playlist.

wuthering heights ;; kate bush / babooskha ;; kate bush / dreams ;; fleetwood mac / california dreamin’ ;; the mamas & the papas / lavender moon ;; haroula rose / time of the season ;; the zombies / after the storm ;; kali uchis / left hand free ;; alt-j / always forever ;; cults / wait a minute! ;; willow / your dog ;; soccer mommy.

statistics.

full name: kira blake

nickname(s): keely.

birthday: october 31st, 1996.

zodiac: scorpio sun, cancer moon, aquarius ascending. 

mbti & temperament: esfp & catalyst / sanguine. 

label: the ebullient.

sexuality: bisexual.

pinterest.

biography.

born to two original hippies which hs pretty much set up who kira is fr the rest of her life <3 the type of ppl who didnt like the boundaries of marriage n held off frm it fr as long as possible until theyd hd a spur of the moment elopement involving a celebrity impersonator at fannie’s <3 yea theyre lesbians lets go <3

nvr rly took things srsly until kira ws like 5 yrs old n then they were like ah gee ah fuck we probably shld probably settle settle. n they job hopped n worked many odd jobs until they found their footing in careers they liked n one of them probably does like. blown glass art. n the other prob fixes old computers n other ~vintage~ mementos of the past fr ppl.

they make a decent living n they live in delpinius heights n they try a few times fr another kid bt it nvr rly works out (raises an eyebrow. adopted siblings anyone?) n fr the most part kira as a child spends her time running around town and tugging on the hem of other’s shirts to ask them small favors (mostly to play a game with her)

often left unsupervised as a kid, bt not in the way tht her parents dnt care (bc her parents love her a lot a lot a lot like she is their world) bt in the way tht they simply raised her the way they were raised. running amuck all day n coming home jst in time fr dinner, front porch light always on, cat always waiting faithfully on their stoop.

pretty evident frm a young age tht kira’s mind saw things differently, in a different light - the world an array of light n mystery n sound n taste n sometimes those collided n created new experiences. prob hs some form of synsthesia bt dnt ask me which one yet. she’s a painting prodigy with an excellent understanding of color theory.

always ws known as a kind of like. rambunctious kid. a well meaning class clown who cld nt keep her mouth shut fr the life of her. grew up constantly with a yellow card beneath her name in school bt ws always well liked by her teachers n classmates alike.

jst a very bright child who did well naturally bt always ws turned more towards art.

feel like her parents very noticeably turned a cheek when she started smoking weed w the cool older kids when she ws 13. the type of person who wnts 2 b liked so bad she’d jump over a hurdle fr it. hs jumped over many hurdles n many fences n many other obstacles to be liked bt does it without breaking a sweat.

(edit: nw tht i think abt it hwevr i dnt think she does tht anymore i think while a bit of a mess atm she. likes herself. n doesnt rly want or need the approval of others anymore she jst does her own little thing. bt when she ws younger? she jst wnted 2 b friends w the entire world.)

nothing bad rly happened fr like. a good bit of her life. got into psychedelics at some point in high school n tht only heightened her artistic abilities. most of her high school art portfolio ws probably done while high bt <3 does it matter.

hd a high school sweetheart n they were pretty serious like. full on in love. a total believer of soulmates kira ws jst like. this is the one. there is nobody else i cn imagine my life with.

death tw

death tw

death tw.

death n grief tw // yea. sometime during their freshmen year of college. car incident. kira ws nvr the same though she’d like to pretend tht nothing’d ever happened. like theyd nvr existed. like she didnt plan out their entire lives together hiking thru hills n valleys n boating across various bodies of water n traveling together until they were old n wrinkly. end of death tw //

cld nt explain 2 u why kira hd bought a van n completely demolished it only to drain all of her savings remodeling it bt nw she lives in it by the beach. hd dreams of travelling the world bt cannot go long distances in a car without feeling sick. sees planes n feels envy. stopped painting fr a long time bt she’s started back up recently. took on surfing. told her parents tht it ws fine n tht she ws fine n theyre concerned bt shes always by the beach, her van rarely leaves. she’s trying her best bt its only been a few yrs n i think ppl cn sense tht shes jst nt the same cheerful girl as they once knew. end of grief tw //

anyways. tugs on my collar. tht’s kira! she lives on the beach n surfs everyday n is obsessed with daisies n is prob growing her own shrooms somewhere. 

personality & facts.

always been very emotional n a little dramatic. nt a drama queen bt is a little messy n does not hv like. many rational thoughts up in there. very cup full or cup empty.

regardless though she hs an. overall reputation fr jst being. enjoyable to be around. her her little moments bt shes also pretty like. laidback. in a way. KDSHFSDLKHGHFLKSD

prob bc she smokes a lot or is often <3 on a trip if u know wht i mean <3

god. got obsessed with the 60s n 70s aesthetic at some point n hs not gone back evr. big fan of psychedelic rock. is a prodigy painter bt her life dream outside of traveling ws always to own her own record label. hs nt happened yet, maybe will never happen? works at a record shop though n does hide the good vinyls tht she wants away frm the customers.

very cheerful n usually uplifting n she doesnt like to b negative around others bt smtms she cnt control it n smtms thinks tht ppl r out 2 get her jst out of. anxiety. hs long bouts where she’ll sit in a still sort of sadness n then shake out of it n hop back into conversation like nothing’s happened bt. its fine we’re fine kira is fine.

shes not gullible or naive bt wants to believe tht everybody hs a heart of gold even if its false. keeps giving ppl second chances bc she hs a savior complex n thinks she cn change ppl.

is very into zodiac n will judge u by ur chart. knows everybody in town’s natal chart. even newcomers. it’s a little scary hw quick she finds this information bt its very important to her.

kind of like. into spirituality bt i wont lie its very surface level n a little superficial. learning tarot cards bt cannot fr the life of her memorize the meanings so smtms she jst makes up things on the spot. hs so many crystals she will not stop buying them.

i think a part of her is desperately trying to cling onto tht like. think positive. self care. msg thts super prevalent online without addressing or actually helping any of her problems. it is her flaw </3

hates to admit when she needs help. wld rather do everything herself.

head is a little in the clouds n her parents r a little concerned fr her bc shes nt rly doing much rn bt like. she jst needs time i think. shes jst doing her little thing.

does not give up on ppl easily she absolutely hates dropping ppl frm her life even if she grows 2 resent them over time which is bad bc she is bad at hiding when she is upset at someone or when she doesnt like someone.

like shes jst passive aggressive abt it n does not properly communicate <3

bt this is rare i think ... negative feelings abt other ppl

self centered bt not selfish if tht makes sense. she will do things fr others without a problem n sometimes trips over herself 2 do it bt at the end of the day i think she cares abt herself the most.

hs only been in love once bt hs hd many infatuations n many like. admirations n very surface level feelings. her body is a temple n she loves 2 b worshipped.

prob does fkn. beach yoga. probably vegan bt also maybe breaks tht every once in a while. almost noncommittal its hard 2 distinguish between her being carefree, not taking care of herself, or jst hving commitment issues? flaky or not? who knows.

feels jst a bit too strongly bt tries to contain it. jst full of multitudes or smth. idk. icon <3

like. cares bt doesnt care. does thinks tht r purposely self destructive n then acts like shes like. cool girl monologue frm gone girl. bt does it while being like peace n luv on earth x

ok thts all i hv goodbye

wanted plots.

a pseudonym 2 fool ‘em... ;; jst hd this idea pop up bt i like the idea of kira going undercover 2 expose cheaters. whether she does this on her own accord or is personally requested by smbdy is up in the air. a plottable point. she h8s cheaters n is chaotic good she prob thinks shes the relationship vigilante testing the strengths of other’s relationships. once again she cld b. specifically going undercover fr smbdy 2 help them out. im sure she wldnt go 2 very. extensive srs measures like actually. sleeping w the assumed-cheaters bt once again. world is our oyster n i lov drama?

crystal visions ... ;; once again. shes super into crystals n astrology n she will base sm of her opinions of others on it. this is nt just abt her being judgmental of others bt also jst. catching her running around in the rain trying sooo hard 2 fkn. charge her crystals in the rainwater bc she forgot 2 charge them under the full moon the night b4. this is her giving wrong tarot readings. she hs no idea wht shes doing at any given time bt acts like she does know. acts like she knows the entire world. she gives crystals as gifts n will do ur natal chart for u bt will also pack her things n leave if ur a capricorn.

time of the season... ;; i dnt knw admittedly. this song’s abt being horny so perhaps? perhaps. kira isnt rly able to keep a grasp on long term relationships rn due to. factors in her life so she hops frm person 2 person often. smtms jst flings smtms its jst a relationship accidentally led on. shes noncommittal n a little flaky atm when she’s usually ride or die fr others. perhaps this is all in the name of some good fun! world? oyster. 

literally anything .dsfskhdkgs ;; god. shes so new i jst dnt know. childhood friends. current friends. friends shes hd frever. enemies n ex lovers n ppl shes constantly pushing away or scorned lovers or both or anything?? she pushed them out of the roller rink to make more room fr herself or maybe they did tht to her. perhaps theyre both constantly pursuing some sort of fkn. meaning in their lives tht they cnt quite grasp. mayb they go on an acid trip together. who knows. 

[if-the-crown-fits-translate-it]

Discord pt 55

[Date: 06/03, 6.19 PM - 6.45 PM GMT]

fetch: “...

...

...

...

...

...”

haboo: “Hello?”

fetch: “...”

jaynoblade: “...knight?”

fetch: “...

...”

Little-K1ng: “Fetch?”

fetch: “...”

jaynoblade: “fetch!”

fetch: “...

ow”

Little-K1ng: “FETCH. YOUR N

NAME !!”

fetch: “owie”

fetch: “ouchie .”

haboo: “Youre hurt?”

[boo: “okay whats injured”]

fetch: “pretty much everything I think”

fetch: “big nosebleed. then again thats nothing new.

i literally just sat up gimme a sec

twigs in my hair”

fetch: “damn even my ears are bleeding

not like internally”

fetch: “i can hear shit

but something cut em up a bit

ouch”

fetch: “okay um

fetch: “im in these fucking sunday school clothes again so my dignity is also hurt lol”

fetch: “i don't see anything familiar, just trees and rocks

woods”

fetch: “its not dark. i think afternoon? idk its warmer than last time i woke up in the woods

ok lemme jus

stadn up”

boo: “sprained anything?”

fetch: “OW

OW TAIL

OWIE

FUCK”

fetch: “WHY IS IT BOUND TO MY GAT DAM LEG”

fetch: “IT CANT MOVE LIKE THAT”

fetch: “WHO KEEPS DOING THAT”

fetch: “CROWN THIS U?”

boo: “crown probably yeah lmao”

fetch: “can’t believe this i think I sprained my tail”

fetch: “jesus my legs feel sore. was i running? i dunno”

dreaming: “i think knight was running the last we heard

that's probably why”

fetch: “ok ok

lemme see

nosebleed still happenin. doesn't seem like its going away any time soon so that sucks.

just gonna start walkin ig”

boo: “dont like move too fast or youll get lightheaded”

fetch: “oh boo im already lightheaded

feels like my brain went thru one of those Oddly Satisfying industrial shredders”

haboo: “Mhm, try not to bend down or anything either”

fetch: “yeah yeah

i can hear birds :] thats nice

nature n shit”

dreaming: “would you like us to explain what happened right now?”

fetch: “uh yes please

im also piecing together stuff from my tumblr”

dreaming: “okay so it seems knight heard something from outside of their room, he went to check it out and it seems crown was doing something to baron”

fetch: “aw jeez.”

dreaming: “knight went back into his room saying he didn't see anything and he promised not to tell, crown seemed to be asking for knight not to and said something about doing something to make sure he didn't. knight didn't like this and said he didn't want to die again.

then knight seemed to start running

and crown said in the google doc "hes yours again, for now :)"

that's what we know”

fetch: “......"for now"

ok”

dreaming: “i at least hope you aren't taken again but it seems that's probably going to happen”

fetch: “we should expect it at least”

[Little-K1ng: “So no offense fetch, if you find my house again, you're quarantined outside for a while unless I see something is like, visually wrong”]

fetch: “does a splitting headache and awful nosebleed and general bruises all over the place count?”

donti: “didnt knight say they saw it wasnt crown?

,,,”

katichu (derogatory): “yeah

that the eyes were wrong”

fetch: “hm :/”

fetch: “wait.”

fetch: “wait omg I know where I am.”

fetch: “i know where I am hang on”

katichu (derogatory): “wait

don't say it because that gives him location”

Little-K1ng: “Look crown knows where he went the first time it wont change anything”

fetch: “true”

fetch: “hey mona hey im fixing to crush ur tomatoes again open the door”

fetch: “i can see your back fence from here

~oooOooOOOoOoOoO~ im coming for youUuuUU”

Little-K1ng: “Hm okay I'll stand outside and wait on you but I AM doing a check over before you come in

H. OK

OK THATS A LOT OF BLOOD”

fetch: “TOLD YOU”

Little-K1ng: “Dont you puppy eyes me >:(((”

fetch: “I am going to puppy eyes you even more”

Little-K1ng: “N OO ok I am hosing you down though that's NASTY”

fetch: “Cool ok I didn't like these clothes anyway

except maybe the suspenders

im keeping those”

Little-K1ng: “Fair enough”

fetch: “okay guys i'm gonna go wash off and chill out for a bit. ya boy is tired after and hurts all over but ill be back tomorrow i prommy”

Little-K1ng: “And he didnt!!! Crush my tomatoes this time”

haboo: “Take care!!!”

fetch: “:]!”

[freakygirlie]

Walker- 1x04 ~spoilers~

I know i’ve said this a dozen times...but Walker just keeps getting better and better and better! With every. single. episode. I loved everything about this episode so much and again! Jared live-tweeting it was the best!!! I watched this episode at 3 am lats night again help.

~spoilers~ last warning!!!

OK SO CRDIREZ BEAUTY EPISODE!!! YES! I loved loved loved loved the development of their friendship in this episode SO MUCH! 

First scene Cordirez and them badass rangers catching bad guys together YES!!! Walker trying to find out Micki’s middle name is so cute pls. 

I really enjoyed the case they worked here as well. It was both deep and emotional and that twist! YEPPPP SIGN ME UP.

THE BAR SCENE WITH WALKER AND MICKI. AGAIN THEIR FRIENDSHIP! The episode title fit so well here and I’m glad Micki and Walker have really reached a good understanding on a friend and partner level. THEY\RE THE CUTEST PLEASE I LOVE THEM. 

‘‘walker where’s my drink’‘ ok every word micki and cordell exchanged with each other was the best??? 

WALKER AND HIS KIDS AND BROTHER UNPACKING TOGETHER!!! I asolutely adore their relatioship. AUGUST IN THAT BLUE HAIR AND SUNGLASSES DHJHHF AUGUST I FUCKING LOVE YOU CAN I ADOPT YOU.

I really adored the tiny exchange between Stella and Walker. Speaks volumes of how much they’ve progressed since the pilot. Walker and Stella’s dynamic I ADORE so seeing them at really good terms is just beautiful.

Annnddd now August is being the rebellious kid. 

I’m glad they brought up Belle’s case here as well bc i thought they’d completely overshadowed it. STELLA AND BELLE ARE SO CUTE! I WANT SO MUCH MORE OF THEM

OK NOW IK I SHIP CORDIREZ TOO BUT I SHIP TRICKI TOO. GOD.

They are so so so CUTE WITH EACH OTHER AND TREY IS JUST THE BEST I LOVE HIMMMM. 

Micki is such an epic artist??? HOLY SHIT GIRL HOW MUCH TALENT DO YOU HAVE HIDDEN IN THERE.

Micki and Walker working the case ‘off the books’! YES PARTNERS IN CRIME. or well soving crime. i didn’t like monty shaw too much anyways...idk bad vibes. WALKER DEFENDING MICKI AND SAYING SHE CAN FEND FOR HERSELF. I COMBUSTED.

THE CORPSE LADY WAS THE SAME ONE FROM SUPERNATURAL’S NIGHTMARE 1X14. HOLY SHIT.

*sigh* The Harlan Family. Classic Rich People.

‘‘can we keep this one off the books’‘ ‘‘OFF THE BOOKS???’‘ ‘‘are you kidding me off the books is my middle name. Just kidding it’s Beauregard what’s yours’‘ HHAHAH NICE TRY WALKER I LAUGHED SO HARD THEY’RE ADORABLE.

Cordell Beauregard Walker- such a fucking handful!

THE INTERROGATION SCENE. WHEN THAT GIRL WINKED AT WALKER AND HE JUST FLINCHED AND TURNED AROUND LMAO. WALKER WHAT HAVENT U HAD PPL HIT ON U BEFORE.

‘‘You got it ranger rick!’‘ PLSJJCDDFJFD. ‘‘that was so satisfying’‘ same micki same.

‘MICHELLE FLORIANA’‘ WOW??? I LOVE IT.

ALSO MUSKRAT! ADORABLE SO ADORABLE I WANT CORDELL TO CALL MICKI MUSKRAT ALL THE DAMN TIME.

‘‘on a scale from micki to muskrat where am i’‘ ‘‘floriana’‘ THAT LOOK THO.  HSHSHSHS DONT WORRY WALKER YOU’LL GET THERE.

-I love how this show is really taking the time to address the difficulties someone like Micki- A Female Latina would go through- the sexism, blatant disrespect and disregard. Micki’s character is also something that’s very well written and acted(Lindsey ily) and portrayed extremely well. One of my favorite things about Walker is how he really trusts Micki, views her as an equal, and wants to earn her trust, not demand it. It’s perfect(cordirez breakdown time). Micki is also slowly letting her fences down around him and it’s a huge and very delightful to see step. I love and adore their friendship and chemistry so much. 

MICKI SPEAKING IN SPANISH IS AN OFFICIAL TURN ON FOR ME BYE.

ALL OF THEM SOLVING THE CASE TOGETHER!!! NOT JUST CORDIREZ BUT TREY TOO! WALKER AND TREY MEETING TOGETHER WHEN.

Trey is such an amazing boyfriend truly! THE TOWEL ON HIS SHOULDERS DJSFDJFD AND AH THE COMIC MICKI DREW??/ ADORABLE. Also love how encouraging and supportive Trey is. The men in this show are the best.

LIAM AND WALKER SCENE. I love their dynamic too and i wanna see moreee. Also more micki and liam scenes yes please.

‘‘thanks brother very supportive’‘ i sobbed when he called him brother. i just. *screams*

Ok so Abby and Bonham really had a bad falling out huh. Abby was in an affair with someone who still misses her??? Damn, can’t wait to see how this one progresses. ALSO WALKER FINDING THAT LETTER FROM GARY TO ABBY IN THE BASEMENT I FREAKEDDD,

THE ADDRESS. ON THE LETTER. IS THE SAME. AS THE LOCATION. OF JENSEN’S BREWERY. THE SAME BREWERY. WHO’S FIRST KEG OF BEER. WAS GIVEN TO JARED. BY JENSEN. ON HIS BIRTHDAY. HELP. HELP. HELP. NOT ME HAVING A J2 BREAKDOWN IN THE MIDST OF A WALKER EP AT 5 AM IN THE MORNING.

Aight so August and Ruby is a biG NO OK. Like idk idk idk just idk.

WALKER HAD AN AFFAIR(after emily so ok but still) WITH SOMEONE ELSE WHILE UNDERCOVER??? WAS IT JUST UNDERCOVER OR REAL??? I NEED ANSWERS STAT.

THE PHONE THAT WALKER HAD. ONE OF THE CONTACTS WAS WINCHESTER AUTO. W I N C H E S T E R  A U T O. Jensen coming to the show owning this shop and Walker going to him to get his car fixed when Jared Padalecki.

MICKI AND CORDELL(AND TREY!) SOLVING THE CASE TOGETHER!!!

‘‘micki gives a play by play of the security footage’‘ ‘‘we’re watching the same thing micki’‘ *bitchface* PLS I LOVE THEM.

Holy shit Mrs. Harlan having an affair with Monty??? ENZO BEING BOB’S SON??? HOT DAMN THE CASE CONTINUES. Again. LOVE THE WORK/FAMILY BALANCE.

OK OK SO THE SCENE IN WHICH MICKI AND WALKER CONFRONT SHAW AND THE LOOKS THEY GIVE EACH OTHER BEFORE MICKI GETS IN THE CAR WITH SHAW WHEN THE MUSIC STARTS PLAYING!!! YES. YES. MY SOULFOOD.

I loved the way they worked it out. Phonecall, recording everything, THEM PARTNERING AND WORKING IT OUT SO BEAUTIFULLY I NEED SO MANY MORE CORDIREZ CENTRIC EPS YALL DONT EVEN KNOW.

‘‘walker! bulldog it!!’‘ HSHJDSHDSJ YES.

PLS I SCREAMED WHEN SHAW PULLED THE GUN ON MICKI.

BUT SHE IS SUCH A FUCKING QUEEN BADASS I LOVE HER.

Success!!!! The Micki and Walker and Larry scene at the end was so cute! I like how they’re actually invested in their jobs and want to do good it’s so heartwarming.

WALKER CALLING TREY TO FIND OUT MICKI’S FAV THINGS!!! I LOVE HIM SO MUCH! Also I genuinely love that Trey wasn’t weirded out by it or jealous or anything.  Can’t wait to see them interact I NEED IT!.

‘‘thanks for believing in me’‘ ‘‘i didnt. i trusted you.’’ HELP STOP MY FEELS.

‘‘thanks beau’‘ don’t mention it flor’‘ I DIED I DIED I DIED. MICKI AND WALKER I LOVE YOU. JKSJD MICKI WARMING UP TO THE MIDDLE NAME. THEIR FRIENDSHIP IS THE BEST.

That last scene with Walker and his mom was so touching. Walker’s relationship with his parents is so sweet. His mom hugging him and comforting him when Walker said he missed emily so much *cries* I just wanna hold him please. 

August being worried for his father’s happiness I JUST. YOU SWEET BOY. I really think messaging Twyla was a baaaaddd move though.

WALKER AND AUGUST SELFIE. The way Walker so easily just picked his son and brought him to him, made him family photographer and that scene. THE BEST. 

I genuinely don’t think anything happened between Twyla and Walker. But we’ll have to see.

oKAY SO. Captain James??? It’s just an on and off thing. Do I trust him? Do i don’t? Why did he take those surveillance vids out??? I trust Liam with it and i’m glad he’s looking into it and all. Hopefully it doesn’t backfire badly. I have a very bad feeling that James had something to do with Emily’s death.

THAT STELLA AND BELLE INTERACTION. SO CUTE. Stella giving that jar of jame to try and make up and Belle being all cute and funny I love them. For a sec i was so scared Belle might yell at her but I’m very happy to see that they’re going strong despite all the circumstances- Belle’s parent’s deportation.

ALSO TREVOR IS SO HOT??? I like him and Stella they’re cute. Stella so obviously has a huge crush on him and they ride horses so well together. HHAHAHAH THAT DANCE STELLA DID WHEN HE FOLLOWED HER ON INSTA. SO RELATABLE.

The last Tricki scene mY HEART. ‘’you wanted a hero so you drew one. then you became one’’ Micki is going to be such an inspiration I love her. And the way they interacted, Trey getting a job!!! And Micki’s excitement, THEIR HUG!!! ‘’hugging is one of my superpowers’’ TREY BARNETT I LOVE YOU.

THAT LAST SCENE WHY LEAVE IT LIKE THIS. WHAT IS HAPPENING WHY DOES WALKER OR DUKE APPARENTLY HAVE TO GO BACK.

Anyways! As you can see the entire episode was so enjoyable and I loved it. The best part of this was definitely the Cordirez friendship development and i cannot wait to see where it goes from here!

Speculation/Thoughts for Episode 5:- So it’s for sure that Walker is going back undercover as Duke who’s a baseball...person? Idk he was wearing a baseball hat so :) Walker’s past is now very much mixed in with his present and I AM SCARED. What he’s doing is yet to be revealed but Tywla is coming back and that will just. mess. things. up. The scene in which Walker is yelling at August GOD SO NOT READY FOR THAT. It feels like him and his kids might go back to how they were before. I really don’t want that to happen. Also why am I expecting a major cliffhanger. 

HEY BUT THERE’S SHIRTLESS WALKER AND! MICKI RIDING THAT MECHANICAL HORSE IN A BAR OR SMTH AND MORE INSIGHT INTO WHAT TREY IS DOING SO IM VERY EXCITED ABOUT THAT.

And it’s going on hiatus. Idk how to deal with that. :(

[izzyfandoms]

Okay so I had an au idea this morning and since I have too many ideas I decided not to write it and instead I'm just gonna make a (hopefully not too long) post about it. It features Moxiety and Intruloceit.

-Okay so it starts with a typical zombie apocalypse, though I'm gonna make it so you only turn when infected, so not everyone who dies turns into one because those ones can never really have happy endings

-Our main characters are Virgil Nicholas and Patton Foster, a couple who both work at a child care centre thing (idk what theyre called) that take care of kids up to twelve years old while they're parents are at work

-When the zombie outbreak hits their area (it hit other parts of the country first, and spread quickly), most of the kids were picked up by their parents, and most of the adults left to figure out what was going on, to drop children home, or they just ran away, leaving Virgil, Patton and about a dozen children - including ten-year-old Roman Prince (the eldest of the remaining children), eight-year-old Thomas Sanders, five-year-old Remy Starlight (the youngest) and six-year-old Toby Month.

-They spend the first few days hiding in the centre, having locked and boarded all doors and windows to the outside, eating the food they had left and listening to the radio for updates. The power went out after the first two days and the phones and computers ran out of charge quickly

-Sometimes there's banging and groans from the outside, sometimes even screams, and the group just huddles up together, half the kids are crying and Virgil and Patton have to keep shushing them until the noises are gone

-It's terrifying, and, though Virgil is 99% certain that it's zombies, Patton is adament that it's something small and that everything will be fixed soon.

-However, they run out of food after a few days, so Virgil (despite Patton's protests) goes out to the nearby grocery store to nab some more food for the kids

-There's a terrifying hour of waiting and kids crying that they're hungry and Patton's trying to calm them down and tell them stories

-Virgil returns eventually with a stolen shopping cart filled to the brim with food. He's covered with goop and blood and is shaking.

-He and Patton take the food to the kitchen (leaving Roman in charge temporarily as he's the youngest)

-Virgil reveals that it is in fact a zombie apocalypse and that he didn't see any other survivors in town. He then reveals that he thinks he should go back to the shop and get the rest of the food that he can get so it doesn't get raided first. They get into an argument about it, but in the end they spend the next few days raiding all the nearby shops for food, supplies and weapons (that they keep out of the littlest kids' reach)

-The next month or so passes with minimal incidents

-A rather large horde of zombies passes through at one point, and it's a terrifying day of waiting it out and hoping they don't break the doors down - because they could have, there were enough of them - and they consider themselves lucky to have survived that

-Half the kids catch a stomach bug at one point, and Virgil and Patton are terrified that something'll go wrong, but it ends up okay (they got medicine from a local pharmacy, but don't want to risk using the wrong ones or running out)

-There were also at least three instances of children threatening to run away because they want to find their families, but those are pretty easy to deal with (Patton may not know zombies, but he knows childcare)

-At one point Roman asks to learn how to use a gun just in case cos he's the oldest of the kids and it's heartbreaking but Virgil teaches him

-They spend most of their time cheering the kids up by telling stories, some of them fiction and some of them from the past

-Patton talks about his parents and his younger brother Dorian, who he hasn't seen in years (they drifted apart and Dorian probably didn't get along with their parents)

-The kids also talk about their families (they cry a lot, but it's nice to share and talk about)

-Roman talks about his own older brother Remus, who he didn't see much (he too didnt get along with their parents) but misses very much

-Sad times all around, but they all get super close because of it and Virgil and Patton basically end up like all the little kids' parents

-Anyway back to the main plot

-A bit over a month passes since the zombie apocalypse started, and they've got a pretty decent thing going on

-One day, they're all having story time in the main room, when they suddenly hear footsteps in the hallway

-They all go silent and Patton and Virgil stand protectively in front of the kids with guns

-The door opens and oh plot twist Patton's brother Dorian walks in,,, along with Roman's brother Remus

-Patton and Roman shout their brothers' names in unison and run up to them and there's tears and crying

-Patton's first reaction is 'what the heck' and Roman's first reaction is 'what the fuck' and Remus laughs but Patton scolds him

-Virgil then pretty much repeats the 'what the fuck' (partly cos it makes the kids giggle) and is like 'okay how did you even FIND us'

-Turns out Dorian has been looking for Patton for like Weeks (Remus assumed Roman was with his parents and is lowkey heartbroken to find that Roman's been here the whole time) cos the last time they brothers saw each other was before Patton got the job

-He ended up going back to search their parents house. Their parents weren't there but he found a pic at Patton's apartment. Took him a while to find it but when he did he found a pic of the daycare and went there and there they are.

-Patton and Roman's families have lived in this area their whole lives which is how Dorian and Remus know each other. Also they're dating and have a third boyfriend named Logan Picani. Logan lives with his brother on their parent's farm and is one of those people who've been preparing for the apocalypse for months.

-Dorian reveals Logan's existence before revealing that he and Remus are dating, he basically says 'yeah my other boyfriend lives on a farm its amazing for long term survival against zombies' (but he says it fancier than that)

-Virgil (he's met Dorian before) and Patton's reactions are basically:

Patton: other boyfriend?

Virgil: you're fucking a farmer?

-That almost starts a conversation where tiny Remy asks what fucking is and Remus (who is now holding Roman and will not let go) can not stop laughing

-Patton looks just about ready to choke Virgil and NOT in the kinky way. He doesn't though he's sweet like that

-Anyway Remus and Dorian drove a van here (it's the one Logan's family used to use to transport stuff to sell (it's just him and his brother Emile left though)) so they just about manage to stuff all of them plus as much rations as possible inside

-They make it to the farm and it's got like metal fences and a big gate and yeah Logan's 100% be preparing for the apocalypse for years

-But it wasn't just the whole 'paranoid scientist' (oh yeah he's a scientist) thing, he's actually been hearing of scientists trying to resurrect the dead for a while now and it was going weirdly and he didn't like the sound of that so he was preparing

-The farm has chickens, sheep, horses and bees as well as vegetables and a pond and stuff it used to have a ton of farm hands but like they all left to find their families so it was just Logan, Emile (Logan's brother) and Logan's boyfriends (Dorian and Remus ofc) tending the farm since the apocalypse

-Also Logan's been stockpiling a ton of books with information needed to do all kinds of useful things

-Basically they all make it to the farm and it's all happy and they're safe and they can actually raise the kids properly with a good food and water supply. They set up a makeshift schooling system (Logan has so many books and they go back for the rest of the daycare stuff at some point and they raid so many librarys)

-What I'm saying is that they live happily ever after despite the tragedy that is the zombie apocalypse

-I mean if people don't automatically turn into zombies after death then the zombies will eventually rot away and die and it'll be just humans left and it'll be all good

-And I suppose you could make this angsty and add some bad shit happening but I'm not gonna for once lol

[slytherinbangchan]

Badboy! Minho pt2(Gang!Au)

Minho Part1

Blog’s Masterlist   >>Gang!Au! Masterlist<< (Every member’s storyline is linked somehow to the others so go check

I’d recommend to read every member by the posting order not to lose any detail of the storyline~

Blog’s Masterlist

Minho x FemReader

-Your English teacher has been calling you for a while now but your eyes are fixed on the private's school fence.

-Just waiting for him to appear even if you're aware it's too soon.

-There's this kid sitting next to you elbowing you now.

-So you finally come back to earth and everyone laughs.

-'Ok, now she's back' your teacher says. 'Maybe you should leave the boys sighting for your free periods'.

-You blush not knowing what to say.

-'That's just plain rude to say to your student'. The guy sitting right behind you says and the whole class turn around to look at him.

-He's all laid back on his chair and is spinning a pen with his fingers.

-'Na Jaemin, didn't know you keep taking my class'. The teacher says.

-'Well, here I am'. He looks down a little and winks at you then looks at the teacher again. 'Any problem with that?'

-The teacher clenches his teeth and goes on with the lesson.

-Your heart beating faster.

-You didnt even realized Jaemin was there today.

-It doesn't matter tho. He won't be back anyway probably.

-A couple hours go by and you get out of the classroom as soon as you can and go to the back of the school.

-Then to the corridor where the secret exit is.

-But there's someone there.

-And of course is Jaemin.

-And you have to walk in front of him if you want to get out.

-He looks at you as soon as you step in. 'Hey aren't you that girl from earlier?' he asks nicely.

-'Yeah...'

-'Oh, so this is why you were looking through the window'.

-'Yeah, kinda'. You say, then you look at the secret door to check if anyone is there. 'What are you doing here tho?' You ask as you wait a little longer.

-'I was bored'. He smiles.

-You look at him top to bottom. 'Huh... Why did you get back to our class?' You ask. 'Aren't you like a genious or something?'

-He laughs. 'I'm not. I just go to some advanced lessons. And actually I didn't come back. We had a free period and I got into your class'.

-'Why would you do that tho? Classes are boring'. You ask as you keep eyeing the fence.

-'I don't know, to mess with bad teachers I guess'. He looks at the fence too. 'What are you doing? Are you actually waiting for your boyfriend?'

-'Ah...' You blush.

-'You are? Is he from that other school? Probably a jerk then'. He laughs and you blush.

-'He's kinda nice actually'. You say. Your face getting redder.

-'Hey asshole'. Minho is calling you through the fence. 'What the fuck are you doing? Let's go'.

-You look at Jaemin and he chuckles. 'Charming'. He says.

-You smile uneasily at him and practically run away.

-'Omg you're the worst'. You tell Minho hitting his arm.

-He laughs as he rubs where you hit him. 'You were taking so long chatting with that idiot and my children are waiting for me'.

-You roll your eyes at him and he laughs again.

-'Wait. You were listening to us?' You ask.

-'Not intentionally but I was there waiting so yeah?'

-You blush and he laughs again.

-'Are you shy now? Is it cause he called me your boyfriend?' His stupid smug smile.

-'I'm embarrassed he even thought you were'.

-He chuckles. 'Who was that kid anyway? Never seen him before'.

-'Just a kid. He used to be at some of my classes'.

-'And he likes to mess with teachers huh?'

-You shrug. 'Well, they won't do anything about it cause advanced students are kinda protected in my school so...'

-'Is that so?' He chuckles. 'So you're not impressed right?'

-You scoff as you try to hide a smile and just keep walking.

-What does he mean by that anyway?

-Does he think you think Jaemin has nothing to do when comparing him to Minho?

-Cause Jaemin is just a handsome guy who messes with teachers only cause he knows nothing bad will happen?

-And Minho is the real deal not caring about any consequences as long as they don't affect his cats?

-And cause he only had to kiss you once to make you fall for him even if you won't admit it?

-Cause he's right.

-But can he stop being so cocky?

-And why the fuck would you say you're embarrassed about Jaemin thinking you're dating Minho earlier?

-You must be the dumbest person in the world.

-Now the chances of you finding a nice timing to confess are even smaller.

-He must know you like him anyway tho right?

-What a mess.

-You sigh and try to keep your mind out of those thoughts.

-Only you fail miserably.

-You spend some time with Minho's cats and then he walks you back to high school.

-He sighs. 'You haven't said a lot today'.  He says as you get to the secret school exit/entrance.

-'Yeah I guess my mind was somewhere else'.

-He looks at the floor as he lightly kicks it. 'Maybe you were thinking about that guy from earlier?'

-You look at him with a confused face. 'Are you serious?'

-'What do you mean?'

-'Why would I think about him when I obviously like you?' You blush right after you say this out loud.

-He stares at you for a moment and then lightly blushes too.

-His hand scratching on the back of his neck. 'So honest...' He says looking at the floor.

-'Omg'. You say, then you hurry to get inside the school but he stops you before you're completely gone.

-You can't see him anymore, you refuse to look back.

-But Minho is still holding your hand on the other side of the fence.

-'This Friday'. He says. 'We're going to the beach for the weekend'.

-You don't say anyhing so he keeps talking. 'I'll pick you up'.

-He squeezes your hand lightly and then lets it go. 'You don't know where I live'. You say. Still blushing.

-He chuckles. 'Shut up'. He says. Then goes away and you go back to your classes.

-You can feel your heart beating faster everytime you think about what happened.

-There's people talking to you but you don't care.

-You're busy thinking about what does Minho's invitation mean.

-At first you're happy about it but after a while you start thinking about he inviting you to the beach only cause he feels bad for you.

-At the end of the last period you're so gloomy.

-Your dragging your feet as you go out.

-Jaemin sees you and starts following you. 'Hey, rebel girl you came back?'

-'What?' You slowly turn around to look at him and you both stop walking. 'Oh, yeah...'

-'What was your friend's name by the way? I didn't get to see him either'.

-'Ah... It's Minho'. You start walking again and so does he.

-'Minho? Not the bully next door...'

-'Well...I guess exactly like that but he's not that bad...'

-'He kinda is...' He laughs uneasily.

-'Anyway don't tell anybody I don't think anyone knows'.

-'I think they're about to find out...' He says pointing with his head to the school's outside door.

-'Fuck'. You say under your breath.

-There's Minho waiting leaning over one of the opened gates.

-Most of the students run pass him in fear.

-He has a lollipop in his mouth again.

-As the one he had that first day he actually talked to you.

-You walk towards him but Jaemin doesn't leave your side yet.

-You can hear people whispering as you come closer.

-'Hey'. He says.

-'What are you doing here?' You ask. 'Aren't you by the river normally at this time of the day?'

-'Give me your phone'. He says. The lollipop going from one cheek to another.

-You sigh but do as he says.

-'Now you have my number'. He says giving your phone back. 'You'll text me later, right?'

-You blush lightly as you put your phone inside your bag again. 'Yeah, okay'.

-'Great'. He takes the lollipop out with one hand and grabs your wrist pulling you closer.

-'I'll be waiting then'. He says pulling a lock of hair out of your face before kissing you.

-You don't know this but he looks at Jaemin to make sure he's watching before actually focusing on your kiss.

-People whispering even louder now.

-He smirks once he stops kissing you. 'Bye then'.

-Jaemin chuckles once Minho is away. 'He's an asshole you know?'

-You laugh too. 'I do know'.

-There's still bits of Minho's cherry flavoured lollipop on your lips as you walk home.

-You do text Minho at night and he texts back.

-But he doesn't say much.

-As you'd find out that week Minho and the guys actually work a lot.

-And the days go by so fast.

-Soon it's Friday and Minho is picking you up from your own house.

-You walk to Changbin's house.

-You're kinda nervous about meeting the guys and their girlfriends.

-But they seem nice?

-There's some cars waiting to take you all to the beach house.

-It's a really nice place and you can't wait to have fun with everyone.

-Minho jokes all the time with most of the guy's girlfriends but he's hardly talking to you as he always use to do.

-It feels weird.

-He even tells Hyunjin's girlfriend how hot she looks in a swimsuit at the beach and something about fucking.

-You don't even know anymore cause you get out of there.

-He follows you to the inside of the house.

-'Hey, where are you going? I was just messing with her cause I heard she's nervous about sleeping in the same room as Hyunjin'.

-'Why would you do that?' You ask.

-'Why? Cause I want her to relax and have fun'. He says as he tilts his head a little.

-'That's what you meant when you said mess with her?'

-'Yeah'.

-'Well... Ok, that's not even the reason I went away anyway'.

-'Then what is?' He asks.

-'I don't know I guess I'm jealous of the way you talk so naturally to the other girls. Lately you're so careful with what you say to me'. You sigh. 'It's like things changed'.

-'Well yeah. They're just friends. And of course things changed. You're my girlfriend now'.

-You blush.

-'What?' He ask. Kinda blushing too.

-'I'm your girlfriend?'

-'What?' He scoffs. 'Of course you are. I even kissed you in front of that pretty guy from your school'.

-You chuckle.

-He says 'that pretty guy' as if he wasn't one himself.

-'So that's what that was? You marking me as yours'. You ask.

-'What are you talking about? I'm not a dog'.

-You chuckle again making him smile even when he tries to stay mad.

-'Anyway... Then you like me'. You say.

-He rolls his eyes. 'Yes'.

-'Ok, but you can't treat me so differently ok? I'm the same person'. You comb his hair with your fingers. 'Well, I'm gonna be clingier now'.

-He smiles. 'Are you?'

-'Yeah, cause you're my boyfriend so...'

-'I see'. He says, laughing lightly.

-You go back to the beach with Minho.

-This time holding hands.

-Soon it's dinner time and after that you guys drink a little.

-Hyunjin and his girlfriend go away at some point.

-More couples will dissapear like Jeongin and his girlfriend.

-Or Jisung and his.

-But you stay there.

-Kissing your boyfriend.

-Then Bangchan's phone buzzes.

-He reads the text and then looks at the guys. 'Minho, come here'. He comes to Bangchan and he whispers something to him. 'Go find Hyunjin'.

-Chris stands up making his girlfriend who was on his lap stand too.

-He whispers something to her and she goes to their room for a minute then comes back with a knife for him and another one for herself.

-'Woojin you go and find Jisung. Let's meet here in 10 minutes top'.

-You don't understand anything that's happening.

-'What about me?’ Changbin asks.

-'What about you? You're still kinda hurt'. Bangchan says.

-'Fuck that. I'm not staying here waiting'.

-'I think you're doing whatever I say'.

-Changbin scoffs and sits back again.

-’You stay here and take care of those who don't know how to fight'. Bangchan says. 'Felix and Seungmin you’re coming with us'

-Chris's girlfriend goes with them too. Guess she can actually fight.

-You wonder if some of the other girls know how to fight too.

-Cause being in a gang obviously the guys have been in more than one fight already.

-But normal people don't have to know how to fight.

-Anyway any of that actually matters right now.

-Cause your boyfriend is probably about to get into a fight and that's not cute at all.

-Soon Hyunjin and Minho are walking down the stairs. Hyunjin's still trying to get his clothes together.

-You call Minho and he runs to your side for a minute. 'I gotta go. You stay here'.

-'What's happening?' You ask, kinda pouting.

-'Nothing. It's okay. I mean it. It's probably nothing really'.

-The only thing you can feel right now is a huge sense of helplessness and you hate it.

-'If you die out there I'll be really mad'. You tell him. Not knowing what else to do.

-He smiles. 'I won't I promise'. He kisses you in your lips then your forehead. 'I promise you'. He says one last time.

-Then you watch him walk away.

Part3 (Soon)

[nightmaretyrantvantas]

The Journey for Mew Part 2: The Distressed Aftermath and the Lost Start of the Adventure

Alright guys the story continues in part 2 as morning rises on our bois after the previous hellish night!

What will happen to the good bois....time to find out!

Im also trying something a little different so I hope it works out right

Buckle back up this is gonna be another long one

Patton jolted at the sound of slightly frantic knocking at the front door, snapping him out of dozing off and his head falling into the carrots he was cutting. He set the knife down and rubbed his tired baby blue eyes, adjusting his glasses and trying to put on a happy face as he shuffled through the house to the front door and undid the locks. He pulled open the door with a smile plastered on his face, hoping he didnt look as exhausted as he felt.

“ Oh, Emile! Remy! This is a surprise I didnt know you guys were back in town, you never called! Cmon come on in im just getting lunch done and prepping dinner.” He led the two taller gym leader males into the house and to the open kitchen and dining room, gesturing for them to sit down and make themselves at home. 

Remy glanced around and then out the big open windows, where he could see Roman and Remus outside rebuilding parts of the fence, fixing up broken and demolished sheds and pokemon habitats, and adding burnt trash to a slowly growing disposal pile seperating them. Even in the distance he could faintly make out the bandage patches and nasty bruises covering Remus whenever he turned towards them. Then he looked back towards Patton who was cheerfully catching up with his fiance Emile as he finished making lunch. One of Patton’s pokemon, a gentle natured Gardevior that helped run the nursery, came into the room from the back with a basket of berries, smiling and greeting them softly. 

“ Well heya Viola! Hows motherhood been treating you?” Emile chuckled with his question, watching the small line of hatched Ralts waddling after the older pokemon, each holding their own berry. Viola smiled and shooed them to the nursery while setting the basket down. 

“ Oh Viola’s been having a fun time raising the ralts, they all adore her and follow her around whenever they can, I always know she’s nearby if I see a ralts.” Patton chuckled as he finished the burgers and salad and set some down for the guests and set some aside for Roman and Remus and himself before sitting down with them at Viola’s insistence. Taking a closer look at him the other two shared a concerned glance.

Patton, to be frank in Remy’s opinion, looked like shit. His round glasses were smudged more than usual and one side of them looked like it had been hastily repaired as they now sat lopsided on his freckled face. His skin was pinkish as if recovering from a sunburn and his eyes were tinged around the corners, bags of exhaustion forming under them. Once he sat down the shorter trainer slumped a little into his chair, giving them a smile and sipping some lemonade as he asked how their lives were. Remy leaned back, crossing his arms.

“ Its been uneventful at the gym, something it seems I cant say for here. Time to cut the stalling babe, what the fuck happened here?” Patton winced and Emile elbowed his fiance.

“ Rem. You gotta be gentle when asking some things...” He sighed and looked at Patton with concern.

“ But Pat...what did happen? Half the fencing is destroyed on either side of the house, alot of parts of the property around it and in front of it look trashed and scorched....Is everything ok? Wheres Thomas and the others?” There was a sigh and Viola sensed her trainer’s distress, coming over and placing a calming hand on his shoulder. He smiled and looked at his lemonade, pulling off his glasses and rubbing his eyes without answering.

What had happened?

Where were the others?

These were things that echoed in his mind, getting lost in thought as he looked outside. 

Things were still a bit blurry towards the end of last night. Patton remembered the fire, feeling the heat dangerously close to his skin, burning him lightly as he struggled to douse the flames and keep grunts away from the pokemon.

He remembered them retreating and seeing Remus chasing them off more with a piece of the fence, angry pokemon following him to help him. 

He remembered hearing Logan scream, and running towards him.

He remembered being sick with horror seeing Virgil’s unmoving body in his arms and running, calling his name. And watching Logan collaspe into Darkrai’s waiting arms.

Take them inside, they will need treatment Patton human. Do not fret, I will keep any more threats away for the night. You will be safe.

He remembered helping Thomas and Roman carry the two inside and Remus stumbling in after, panicked because he couldnt find Janus anywhere.

Janus was gone. His older brother was missing.

He almost choked on a sob right there at the table thinking about it, about the fact Virgil lay unconscious upstairs, still not waking up. 

About the fact Logan was just as unmoving in his own room across from him.

He took a shakier breath and refocused on the two now very worried friends across from him, and dropped his smile.

“ It happened last night....” 

Janus wasnt sure where he was at first when he awoke, all he knew was he was warmer than before and not in bed. He looked around in a sleepy panic at the nature around him, noticing he was laying in a burrow covered in thick moss as a makeshift blanket and Mew still asleep in his arms. Seeing Mew brought back the memories of the night, and the fact a usually standoffish Dusknoir had pulled him to a bit of safety before teleporting him away before he could make a sound, and he had the foggier memory of wandering closer to the mountain pass opening after landing before the exhaustion blurred his memory too much. He did NOT remember making a bed in a burrow, and he carefully crawled out with a yawn. As he did the greenery around him shuddered and rustled and instinctively he held Mew tighter, his guard snapping him into full alertness.

“ Saandslash!” “ Krok? Krokorok!” 

And all at once he relaxed as two of his own pokemon stumbled out, both holding armfuls of edible herbs, wild growing vegetables, and fruits and berries. Both brightened upon seeing their trainer awake and hurried over smiling up at him happily. Janus let out a relieved laugh and sat cross-legged, placing Mew gently in his lap to rub their heads affectionately. 

“ Did you guys tuck us into a safe place to sleep? You even got food already...ha...You’re both great guys...” He ran a hand through his hair and watched Ethos his sandslash and Pathos his krokorok work together to tug a another clump of thick moss over to him and set the food down, plopping down beside him to eat breakfast. But he couldnt eat at first, looking up at the mountain beside him that seemed to stretch up past the clouds. What was he even doing here? Why did they send him here? What had happened to the Sanctuary, to his little brother, to his friends? 

Questions and worries whirled through his head at everything unknown to him. He was a good maybe...three of four days journey on foot from his home, partially lost in the wilderness with no supplies except for the pocket knife Remus gave him for his birthday and a compass he wore as a necklace, and his pokemon and an injuried legendary pokemon, and absolutely no idea what he was supposed to do. 

His mind flashed to thoughts of Virgil, of him throwing Mew to him and running into battle...of his body folding to the ground...to Remus, who was likely frantic and confused at his sudden absence. Who would get himself into reckless danger to try to find him...Janus squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head to try pushing the images away. Dwelling on that too much right now wouldnt help him. With a sigh he looked down at the bundle and nudged it open more, watching Mew’s breathing with worry. 

“ Krok...” His eyes flickered up to see Pathos standing by his knee, holding out a rawst berry to him. He smiled and took it, patting his head. 

“ Good thinking Pathos....this should help them alot.” He watched the ground pokemon perk up happily and moved carefully to pull out his knife, trying not to jostle the poor smaller pokemon too much. Janus began cutting the berry into little bite sized pieces and set the knife aside to scoop Mew up closer and press a piece of berry to its mouth.

“ Cmon buddy...this will help you feel better...I promise...” Mew stirred and weakly pried open its eyes, keening at him softly and leaning its head away. He sighed and gently offered it again.

“ I promise Mew its ok...Its a berry...itll help...” It still refused and looked at him, making him smile in return.

“ Here, We’ll prove it.” He took a few pieces and popped them into his mouth, eating the contently and trying to ignore the ore bitter taste. He mightve not hidden the taste as well as he hoped, but he saw Mew smile and giggle faintly which made it worth it. After him both Ethos and Pathos took some pieces and ate some as well, giving Mew reassuring chirrs and nods. After watching them all Janus offered another piece, and one by one Mew ate the rest, though its tongue stuck out at the taste. He chuckled and then cut up an oran berry and repeated the process, and then with some more berries until Mew seemed full and nuzzled back into Virgil’s jacket for warmth. 

“ Good job buddy, now get plenty of rest...you deserve it.” He leaned down and lightly pressed his forehead to Mew’s, a sign of trust and respect he had learned in his time traveling and working at the Sanctuary. He felt Mew relax and smiled, moving its head up to touch noses. 

And suddenly his head was filled with blurry images. 

The mountain

A path off the main summit path. A cavern opening in the side of the mountain hidden by a weeping willow.

Tunnels in the cavern, crystals lighting the way.

Pokemon in the mountain.

Another path within the mountain, crystals densing and filling more and more of the walls

The heart of the moutain, and a cavern of light reflecting crystals

A pool of glowing water in the center

A blurry image of hands placing Mew within the water, and mew popping out of the water fully healed.

A destination, and a goal.

And just as suddenly as the images came they disappeared and he lifted his head slightly dazed to see Mew fall back asleep, breathing still weak but a little stronger than before. Once he regained his bearings he looked back up at the mountain before him, brows furrowing in determination. Janus may not have everything he was shown fully deciphered but now he had a place to start. And a goal to set his eyes on. With that he cradled Mew in his arms and got to his feet. Ethos walked up beside him and stood at his side, looking up at him with curious eyes. Pathos did the same on his other side, and he smiled down at the both before shifting Mew in his grip a little and looking up the path, mind racing to connect pieces.

“ Alright guys...lets make ourselves a makeshift bag and gather as much food as we can. We got a long journey ahead of us.” 

He just hoped he could make it before his friends did anything stupid to try and find him...

“ Patton this is a really serious problem. Shouldn’t you file a missing person report by now?” Patton sighed and poked at his food, food Viola persistently encouraged him to eat until he caved.  He looked up at his friends and their understandably horrified expressions, both their eyes wide. Though Remy’s expression was quickly turning into anger, eyes narrowing dangerously. 

“ I know...I know this is serious. Thomas is in town right now with Joan at the pokemon center....watching over the pokemon we couldnt heal here and reporting the attack to the police...and I want to file for a missing person...I really do...but with everything that happened what if Janus went to get Mew to safety? What if making his disappearance known puts him directly in Team Rocket’s sights and they go hunting for him? Theres just...there’s just too many what ifs and unknowns that we dont want to risk it...I know thats stupid but...” He sighed again and looked out the window.

“ Its also one of the only things keeping Remus from running off to search for Jay blindly. Hes...hes in a bad place right now, we all are, but he’s taking everything especially hard. He tried to run out last night and start searching the woods on his own...It took me, Roman, and Thomas everything we had to keep him in the house...I stayed up with him the rest of the night trying to reassure him jay would be back soon...and that helping out here would be what he’d want from us anyway...” Emile touched his hand tenderly.

“ He’s going to snap and go off on his own if he doesnt show up sooner or later Patton...you know this.” Pattons eyes flickered to Remy and he nodded, looking more exhausted and miserable than before. He was tired, drained, and sick with worries. But he and Thomas were the only things keeping everyone together, keeping them calmish and keeping them on track to getting everything put back together....Patton couldnt let himself break right now, not when he was responsible for keeping everyone else from breaking apart, not when Thomas needed his help and needed someone to lean on. He was one of the older ones here, he needed to be the strength they all needed. 

“ I know...but that isnt going to stop me from trying to help him not, and give him whatever support Remus may need to make it through this rough patch.” His voice was tired, but firm and set. He sat up straighter and put his glasses back on with a stern, stubborn expression.

“ Its what my big brother would want from me...what Logan and Virgil and Thomas and Remus and Roman all NEED from me. So for now...we’ll file the report of the attack and repair and rebuild. We’ll help Virgil as much as we can, and we’ll keep this house welcoming for when Janus comes back.” Not if, when. 

He couldnt accept any other alternative.

Maybe an hour later the two left promising to drop by tomorrow to help them rebuild more, as they wanted to go check on Thomas as well. Once the door shut Patton slumped heavily against it and stared at the ceiling before looking towards the backdoor, listening to the sounds of the boys working tirelessly amongst the sounds of pokemon chatter and grunts. His shoulders dropped and he didnt notice himself sliding down the door into a sitting position, nor did he notice his eyes tearing up as they drooped closed.

He didnt have time to sleep right now.

He had to help them with repairs...

...He just wanted his brother back and his friends to wake up....

.....Patton just wanted their normalcy back.....

Janus just wanted their normalcy back as he started up the mountain path grimly, looking back once towards his home before continuing resolvely. Because he couldn’t return until this was done.

End of part 2

Aaaaaaaand here it is! Part 2 is done!! 

Wow this came out longer than I thought it would but I’m really happy with it none the less! I hope you guys like it so far! Part 3 to come soon!

Deceits on an journey and the others are trying to pick up the pieces, whatll happen next I wonder....( I promise it starts to get less angsty from here)

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[lyrical-graveyard]

MUDDLED

This is getting tiring Sylvia.

I dont even care if I offend you at this point.

You'll never doubt my feelings, irregardless of how you view them.

I'm fucking lost.....every decision has a cost.

My fingers are broken, but still remaining

crossed.

Taking charge of my inner demons,

if they lounge around their getting tossed.

Toe to toe with devil, digging the blade deep into the boss.

You said that you loved me.

...repeat that again....

You said you fucking loved me.

...let that sink in...

My heart it started pumping...

All because you said that you loved me...

So there I went, a rocket ship, I blasted off, I called it quits, I got back up, I felt so strong, I powered through from dusk till dawn.

Everybody gave me space, they seen the smile I had upon my face, my happiness to be returned....

NOPE, FUCK MY LIFE IM GETTING BURNED

It's like I'm talking to two of you at once.

One who loves me, One who hates me

One who wants me, One who plays me

One whose satisfied with her life

One whose shedding tears late at night.

See the confusion? Still dont get it?

Using this pen and MOVING BACKWARDS with it...

ĻØØĶ @ ÁĻĻ ŤHÈ ÓPŤĮÒÑŠ FŐŔ MÝ FÖÑŤŚ

Inkmates the company that I bought......

Not to be worried, its just a LABEL.

Plenty of brands nothing's off the table.

Some with firm grips, this one is stable

Chilling with this one, netflix not cable.

HeHeHe

Clever ain't it

Twisting your words to make a statement,

Filling this ol cup, gettin faded.

Heres to all the long years that I waited.

Drink 3 more for the years to come.

Dont stop right now gotta move the bum

Hey doll, cute lady, hell where you from?

Dick her down deep making wolverine cum.

HA HA HA

I'm not kiddin.

Prepped all month for this date I'm missin.

White shirt unbuttoned, my jeans are rippin

What's her names mouth are lips I'm kissin

Gotta get it now, through the slot I slip in

Lap it up, like a dog, Im a go in raw

Looked me up, zipped me down, throated down to balls

Feels so good, its just right, in the bed we crawl.

I'm on top, I won't stop and I won't even call.

Sad but true! during my nut, didnt think of you.

First time in a month, Coming out the blue

Windows down, eyes lit up, fuck the past I'm through.

The secret to happiness is hidden in the middle

Stabbing yours with my #2 lead pencil

How long does it take going through the riddles?

Catch a cold/know a flow of a nose who's brittle.

I'm sick in head, right

bulls seeing red, aight

fucked up and a little bit strange in the bed.

Did you hear what I said. Are your kids getting fed?

Cough syrup swirled onto peanutbutter bread?

Whoa.

No you didnt.

Got a kinky hoe like the hose, I'll flip it

Patched up leaks and the spout be spittin

Till its tightened up, that shit'll keep dripping....

My mind is relentless, I'm walking on the fences, fire on both sides, burning out the trenches,

Heat surrounds me, smoke to kill

With deafening popping, Filling the hills

Will I falter? Will I fall?

Only if I'm waiting for a text or a call.

Sweat dripping from my brow, say it later?

Say it now.

Fuck everything you heard bitch I'm gonna say it loud.

King of my own throne, got an extra crown

Will you accept that i love you, and I'm really proud?

Two more steps back, then one giant leap.

No response yet, nope, not a fucking peep

Earthquake damage, fault lines runnin deep

Fuck the damn game, I'm admitting my defeat

First step to fixing problems is finding the issue

Lemme run it back just incase this missed you.

You're the fucking problem, but never will I forget you. The only part of you I wanted, flushed down in a tissue. Give me another reason to fuck around here and diss you, got a million things to say, writers block not of issue, bending over so you can give my ass a kiss too. How you been Sylvia? Hell yeah bitch I missed you.

[imhereforthetryus]

Love is Hate and there no other way

(Anti Harringroves pls do not intereact with thid fanfiction your welcome to talk about anything else but this fic yes dont worry about the title i just do dEeP 💩 )

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Tw: for abuse and panic attacks i apologize deeply i dont know how to do the read more thing im so sorry

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I be like we self projecting 👋🤦🏼‍♀️😂 noises

(Why get therapy when u can get bad coping methods 😎)

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Billy's eyes were blue kind of like his mother's blue but not really sure he had the paleness blue of his mothers but her eyes were just different he took a lot after his mother, the same not same eyes and bright blonde curls that seemed to grow a foot a month.

He figured that why Neil hated him so much Neil and his mom relationship was weird, in a way not just the whole abuse thing but that Billy could never really tell who was the victim and who was the aggressor.

Sure sometimes it was obvious when Neil was towering over his mother as she stood on the floor tired and hurt but then there were times when both were yelling at each other and trading insults, or his mom eyes pale and blue filled with rage would hit a plate against Neil, clawing at him and screaming truth be told at first it was amusing but he found himself laughing less and more just watching the scene unfold.

“My little Isla...Don’t cry everything is fine...let me tell you an old story of mine...about the necklace” then she would start weaving tales endlessly he would laugh and she would smile she was always a great storyteller she always wanted to be an actor it was kind of ironic how she was acting all the time … acting like everything fine “Is my bunny happy” he would not and hug her and everything would be fine but it wasn’t and maybe it would never be.

Like how if he had just been able to keep his mouth shut about the new boy at school. Who played with Billy the only child to not shun him, and who drew him a picture and how cute he looked and how he was going to marry him one day his dad anger wouldn’t have increased tenfold forever. His mom wouldn’t have left angry at Neil unacceptable of him but then if he hadn’t he wouldn’t have had his mother there to kiss his bruise stinging from Neil fist and the tears from the word faggot he didnt know what it meant but he knew it wasnt good, but she was there she was awalys there to tell him there was “nothing wrong with loving a boy that love is just loving and wherever and whoever you find it with loves you back and that the only thing that matters Isla”

He missed being a child but was he ever a child he was grown up before he knew it. He forced himself to stop thinking about everything focus on something else,...your eyes he had just noticed that his eyes well they were always blue but their not really blue if that made sense they sort of changed blues but to his drunk mind taking dangerous trips fueled by chugged countless cheap beers at Tommy H. Party it didn’t matter.

If he was drunk or sober one thing that stayed the same was he fucking hated this day...hated how his mother had left him and how she loved him she awalys used to say how much she loved him while hugging him gently like it would make Neils slaps , his red cheeks and tears disappear, as if her overwhelming love bundled with hugs and kisses would make up for it, but all it did was make Billy confused if she could love him so easily why couldnt his dad and then she came back.

Like as if she couldn't bother leaving him alone without the emotional damage of coming back she had only done it a few days at a time after years of hiding away with the words or letters getting fewer but then she had ghosted him a year later but he still remembered that day.

He remembered being thirteen his favourite toy bunny the one his mother had when she was a child and the one he spelt with to protect him from the monsters under the bed when she couldn’t sleep with him that beautiful bunny disposed and ripped to shreds it white fur blood-splattered and it head gone all because “he was too old for them” sitting on the floor of his bedroom just praying every night for his mom to come back and take him with her, and trying to lock himself in and saying his prayer faster as if to make her appear right there and then...and she did eventually on the eve of his fourteenth birthday there she was in the flesh, sneaking through the tiny window and grabbing Billy.

She shushed his protest and laughed at him but she was happy so he was happy and very confused But isn't that the life of a child, to be one without power or choice, always going with the change in the wind and praying for a safe harbor? .Wasn't that always his life going with the wind and following the “adults” he was sure they never grew up his mom was still a believer in hope even in despair while that was surely a good thing for her. it wasn't for Billy nothing was ever good for him. He was a ping pong to his parents, a useless fix it child.

They demanded him to pick a side many times even when there was no fight to be won it was a never-ending war to win his love they bad-mouthed each other constantly but he just stood there trying not to intervene in their war of hate, but he had too sometimes when he didn't want to or else he would be the target they desired to know who he loved more, but in truth there is no such distinction. They asked and should the “right” answer not arrive there is anger, swift and brutal in the form of his mom shunning him and his dad hitting him.

So even when his mom came it wasn't for him but just to win another point to piss off Neil, but he was used to the bribes. it wasn't too bad though he could get used to the perks he decided he would make the best of it as his mom carried him on her slim shoulders, he would admire the stars from above to him she stood like a giant.

Or maybe that the way he envisioned her he couldn't help exaggerate her tiny height even when he was boarding on it. he held on close afraid she disappear again just to let him calm his nerves she let him touch her hair curly, long and blonde a shining clone of his and play with her necklace. She had told him the story about how her grandmother had made the necklace from the last of their metal as a birthday gift many times usually with Neil letting a murmur of disapproval fall from his lips but this time it felt different maybe even magical. As they were walking along the boardwalk his socks light against the board, as his mom flowered him with Ice-cream galore. It was his favorite Strawberry and five scoops high he smiled happily letting the dark light shine across his face and the pools of ice cream melt onto his clothes.

They had come across an abandoned climbing place, an adventure playground of sorts, it was dark and quiet but his mom said it was okay and encouraged him to climb the fence.

She had done it too her heels landing against the sand she had laughed so he did, running up against the wooden structure which reeked of paint but she was giddy like a child taking him everywhere. At some point they ran onto the cold wet damp grass in the rain barefoot, her colorful dresses always finding a way to light up in the darkest nights, the light green still stood out even amongst the grass and as they laid there. His mom rubbing his hair and pointing at all the stars and telling him about it like a well of infinite knowledge.

“You see William that star right there” he had nodded hesitantly she rarely called him William, only when she wanted his attention, she usually called him Isla or Bunny and while he protested those pet names as long as he had been living she had just laughed and just pulled him closer he never thought he miss those names so fucking much. before you get the wrong idea she wasn’t dead but it was like that she was a ghost now refusing to acknowledge Billy but this time there were no secret trips to wherever, maybe Billy just outgrew them or his mom outgrew him he wasn't sure which possibility was worse.

As his bruised muscles cracking with pain,up against his hard mattress nothing like a beating and shitty necessities not like Neil gave a damn to his comfort after all, he give him a semi comfortable bed because “cost” but Billy knew that was bullshit.

Neil would do anything to see Billy suffer it was practically his favourite hobby when he wasn’t gutting the insides of fish but it was practically the same Neil would rail in the fish with bait or in Billy cases kind words and flashy gifts. Then he would wait a bit till the fish took the bait like Billy would let his guard down a tiny bit.Then go in for the kill using his fishing pole and fist to kill the fish slowly and painfully like he would to Billy and he knew for a fact that not only were these mattress so stiff and hard. They cost way more for whatever reason rich people like hard mattresses. but it could be worse his dad could have not given him a room at all yeah it could be worse it was something Billy always thought about him finally getting away from Neil not by his own choice but by cps he tried it before but Neil was so charming and Billy wasn’t ten and a half anymore, his mom wasn't there to challenge Neil and to protect him.

He couldn't risk a visit now so it would never happen not by any fault of his own at least he knew Neil could predict most of his movements.

He heard the horror stories he wasn’t going to subject himself to any more shit and while his dad was shit he was still legally required to provide for him otherwise how else would he use that line in his next argument, to justify his parenting methods and to complain about how hard it was raising a useless piece of shit like Billy and to think of it his father sure loved to complain about useless shit.

But he couldn’t complain he never could without a slap against his cheeks or his dad's famous speech scientifically designed to make anyone who hears it feel like shit which Billy already was, but hey the speech is such a great deal for shitty dads everywhere who wouldn’t love to mentally toture their child when their fist became too bruised to hit them.

And in all honesty Billy loathed that speech more than he loathed himself, more than he loathed his dads fist, more than he loathed girls how he hated to fuck them and go out with them and even more than he loathed Harrington.

Stupidly perfect Harrington who made Billy heart skip and leap, who made Billy blush at an insult who made Billy nervous and not just out of fear, he made Billy scared way too scared.

He could not be with Harrington even if he wasn't straight which he couldn't be because almost all the gays in California used Farrah Fawcett Hairspray it how they found each other.

Not like Billy ever went as far like that even then he was too much of a coward, his pale blue eyes glanced at the alarm finally calm for once because this was his favourite part of the day, when he could just lay in bed and glanced up at the ugly peach ceiling letting his thoughts flowed like a river stream quiet yet loud.

He pulled the wool cover closer shivering in his empty room another form of sadstic toture if Neil wasn’t beating the shit out of him he was fucking up Billys air and heat supply. He never knew when he would be hot or cold plus it was just another way for Neil to keep him on his fucking toes.

Like he didnt do that every single fucking day, with Neil mood deciding if Billy could only get away with a slap and a walk outside in the snow and how he hated the cold, he wasnt used to it . Ofcourse, he was a California Baby he could stand hot weather but not cold especially when he only had one blanket to protect himself. Because everything belonged to Neil if he pissed Neil off too much his belongings would be gone because they were never his , Neil spiteful face popped up and he imagined another cruel smile as he “grounded” Billy.

“You need to learn a lesson about Respect and Responsibility” he saw his dad, felt him “punishing” Billy, he felt his tears and struggled to get out of this hellish nightmare, his breath heavy, breathe breathe don't be such a pussy his panic attack was stopped by a knock on his door he opened the door angrily.

“What the fuck do you want M-..” his father stared at him stone cold and hard like he awalys was calculating watching Billy squirm.

“Is this how you talk to your sister” he grabbed Billy chin and squeezed it tight.

“No sir” Billy tried to make himself shorter, trying to disappear into the wall but it never worked, no matter how he wished it did but his father was in a good mood suprisngly so he let Billy off with a slap and a spilt lip, and Billy could thank him right then and there for not beating the shit out of him for being so rude and disrespectful, but the stare of disappointment and the glare was more painful than the backhand.

Billy forced himself to go downstairs dreading every step to eat with his “family” as far as Billy was conserend his mom was his only family but all his stubbornness did was put Neil in a bad mood.

“You’re Mother is gone Billy suck it up” he would say chewing his steak and despite Billy hating eating breakfast with Susan and Neil , being under his dad microscope was irritating and annoying but he knew if he didn't eat all his food, thank Susan, and be quiet and not exist then there wouldn’t be any food to digest, because Neil had done it before It was either eat everything Susan made no matter how much it taste like horseshit or not eat at all or even worse eat the way Neil wanted him too and while Billy personally thought both options were cruel and unusual toture and neither qualified as the best option but he still needed food to survive so he ate it all.

Every last spoonful in fear for Neil trailing eyes on him, his back arching aganist the chair, eating softly and trying not to throw up watching Max shoveling burned eggs and bacon into her mouth, his mom food was way better.

He glared at Susan subtly as he thanked her how he wanted to go off on her but he wasn't in the mood to skip school today and be bruised. so instead he took his anger out on Max he yelled at her to get up, which resulted in her eating her scrambled eggs slower then finally getting up and taking forever to get ready, grabbed Max by the elbow when she wasn't moving fast enough. he hated running into Neil in the morning who was less of a morning person than Billy and he grabbed her hard enough to bruise but not enough to get shit from Neil.

He ignored her screaming at him to the point where she was being a cocky little shit, and had the nerve to put her disgusting mud covered red shoes on his dashboard, with a little grin that stupid brat and when he told her to knock it off she flipped him off. so he drove like a manic letting his hands off the steering and speeding up just to see the fear in her eyes and dropped her off to the stares of the middle schoolers.

He drove back even faster it was the only way plus he couldn't miss getting ready for his favorite class of the day aka Bothering Steve for 40 minutes, he stood against his Camero letting cigarette smoke fill the air, then he went inside shoving a couple of kids who dared to look at Billy in anyway no one was that stupid to do it on purpose but still he had to install fear or he would be scared.

He wasn't always mean he used to be kind but kindness never got him anything but a broken heart and fag screamed at his face by older boys, a shove to the ground and the laughter of his classmates it never gave him anything but humiliation.

So He hid behind a charming carefree smile and reinvented himself, learning to keep his feelings inside to stop thinking about boys that way. The hurt lodged in that sweet heart like a slow acting poison and before long he became a “problem child,” destined for a life behind bars. He hated his “parents,” hated the system, hated the government and the whole damn world he had to or he would hate himself.

The hate It burst forth in his speech, his actions, his attitude. He got close to people just to hurt them, power at last. Nothing pleased him more than to walk away from a new lover ripping their valentines while they whimpered and ran, To shove a kid down and make him cry to spit the word fag in the kids fave.. To Billy people were “bad, dangerous, and they deserved what they got." Because he deserved what he had gotten.

Steve loathed first period, not only because it's English Class but Billy who made it his personal goal to harass Steve anytime he could which meant every class they shared together. Because Billy obviously didn't think his crude and sexual teasing,his fists and trips down the hallway was enough time to toture Harrington and fortunately for Steve.

There were only four classes but that meant Billy had to make an impression so Steve sighed as Billy came in late what a surprise , came up to him, knocking his books down against the floor, Mrs.Ava looked like she was going to say something but the look Billy gave her shut her up Steve reisted a snort great everyone was intimidated by Billy.

As the minutes of the lesson passed, the ceaseless buzzing of the classroom grew quieter watching them it was no secret that Billy and Steve weren’t pals but a look of shock always seemed to come on their face watching their interactions a quiet glance from Billy made the chatter started up again and they pretended to be talking about something else and looked away.

“Hey Prettyboy” Billy licked his lips at him, slamming into the seat next to Steve, Billy smiled at him.

Steve rolled his eyes trailing the pencil in between his fingers, he was way too tired to deal with Billy “Don't you have someone else to bother” .

Billy pouted giving him a small smirk he even makes puppy eyes look evil Steve sighed.

“But you’re my favourite Stevie” Steve kicked Billy from under the table.

“Fuck off” Billy just laughed and reisted the urge to whimper why was he being so weak it was just a little cut there Billy felt himself ponder looking at Steve who was trying very hard not to look at Billy and to focus on the lesson which Billy should be doing to, but Steve and his perfect lips and how much Billy wanted to kiss them, his soft hair i wonder what it would feel like oh how he wanted to kiss Steve, shove him against a wall, fuck him and punch him all at the same time why do you have to be so damn amazing Harrington.

“Ouch you really hurt my feelings Harrington..I think i just shed a tear” Billy smiled oh how he loved first period plus steve was so cute when he was annoyed FAG his mind screamed he reisted the urge to punch himself, Steve gave Billy a small smirk.

“Bullshit you dont have feelings” Billy chuckled slowly unbutoing his top not like it was open anyways but cmon if he didnt give the cows here a show people might think he a fag which he is , he winked to Steve.

“You’re right about that Pretty Boy” Steve glared and turned towards the window suddenly interested in the blue sky and clouds that dotted the sky. The bell rang finally freedom Steve thought he was one comment away from shoving his pencil up Billy ass.

why does he have to be such an asshole even worse a cute one and yeah it was pretty cliche of him to have a crush on his bully. but like can you blame him Billy was hot and straight his mind screamed at him it was too risky plus he didnt think he could handle Billy disgust more than his fists but Billy was so hot and an asshole but hes a hot one.

Steve groaned in frustration stupid horny brain but this felt weird and different he didnt like boys right i mean, and if he was gay which he wasn’t wasnt he liked nancy for a long time goodness sake then couldn’t he atleast have a crush on a boy who isnt an asshole, but what was he, after all if you weren’t straight then you were gay but he liked both he couldn’t possibly be gay and straight at the same time, there had to be a word and Steve had to investigate it for his sake so on he went after Mrs. Ava class to the library.

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Steve ducked from Nancy and Jonathan he felt bad about missing lunch but if they even knew where he was going they would ask questions he wasn't ready to answer yet when he saw them leave he sprinted towards his car driving to the town library which was well not im Hawkins but the next town over he couldn’t bare to see anyone he knew. He opened the doors to the library entering he was hit with a cloud of dust, and started to look around.

Row after row of neatly lined up books with their spines facing outward, colour coded with dots, fiction section arranged in alphabetical order, young adults section, comfortable chairs, tables for quiet study, muffled stillness.

He took a breath walking up to the resident sub librarian Mrs. Mervil the hawk who stood about 5’4 her lip always tight and pressed as if she was simply always waiting for disappointment as if she never bothered to smile, her eyebrows and eyes were thin and like her whole self her clothes reflected that always dread and uncolorful, so professional and tight. It made Steve parents outfits look casual and who despite Steve best try hated him for whatever reason, maybe it was the blonde hair and sapphire blue eyes those combinations always seemed to despise Steve or just everyone but mostly Steve.

He gave her a false smile “Hi Mrs.Mervil” she turned towards him. her eyes cold and bored she took off her silver rimmed glasses for a young woman she sure acted old she put down whatever book she was reading he examined it, she slammed it before he could see the title but it was a space book for sure.

“What is it Steven” he sighed and gave her a smile he hoped his face wasn't giving away anything.

“Mr.Harrington if you’re just going to stand there and go dont waste my time” he bit his lip and shoved his hands deeper in his cardigan. He couldn’t do this she already hated him she could tell everyone, or even worse whatever worse was. But he needed to know this more than he needed to breathe, he could wait but he wasn't willing to wait.

“I need to find a book...to tell me about my sexuality” at that her face and demeanor softened a bit like she was remancissing she gave him a small smile and lead him towards the shelf her heels dragging along the whole way.

“Alright come along Steven I don't have all day” he sighed in relief and walked up with her, he tried to make conversation as she rustled through the books.

[crue6xx]

Its cool [Nikki×Reader]

Warning:smut and cursing

Summery: now that your with Nikki you deal with hia bullshit, it may be a pain in the ass but you both love eachother, this one vacation was different with his antics.

As you got on the plane with Nikki you had your backpack on you smiling and ready for a 26 minuets not long.

Nikki put his head on your shoulder and his hand on your thigh, which is something he usually does, he started to move his hand up your thigh until his hand was in your waist band, you jolted and glared at him Nikki's face was painted with a giant grin he shooshed you.

The plane started to beep and Nikki pulled his hand out your pants as soon as he could see the flight attendant come over for trash.

Nikki got up and grabbed your phone, you had no idea what he was doing until you opened the bathroom which was bigger because you are in first class.

Nikki already hand his pants down still with that fucking grin, you looked at him

"Nikki this a plane we arent doing this right now" you said looking at him but couldnt help yourself and you looked down your phone was in his waistband of his underwear.

"You want your phone?" Nikki said licking the side of hia lips you went in quick for your phone, he grabbed your waist and pulled you in for a kiss things led to another and you were on your knees, he groaned "here we...come.." And moaning "Miami!" As his jizz went down your chin, you wiped up and he buckled his pants up.

You both casually sat back down, you finally got off that plane catching wierd looks from old couples and random people it was so obvious it wouldnt be if Nikki wasn't grinning like an idiot.

Jenny greeted both of you with hugs exited you are in Miami and ready for the your tour of the Indoors jungle, Jenny brought you both to the hotel and you expected Nikki to be horny as always, instead Nikki jumped on the bed and rolled around like a happy dog,

"This is nice" as he rolled off the bed and grabbed a beer out the mini bar, you rolled your eyes and flopped on the bed "wow it is soft" he looked back still drinking "mhm told you".

Jenny brought you some food, after you finished up Nikki got his leather vest and a black tank top saying "suck it" "god I hope Jenny can't read, after all she got an F on English in 6th grade" you knew she was smart as hell now but you really hoped.

As you both stepped into the museum they announced rules "no alcohol, weapons, or any touching the plants, and stay in the path...blah blah blah and have fun" Nikki was listening you were kinda surprised, Jenny was ecstatic that this is the first time you went to this tour, Nikki was following the rules so far, 10 minutes into the tour Nikki took out a small bottle of Jack Daniel's and drank all of it, "Nikki!" You darted at him "what I dont have water" he said shrugging, you handed him a water bottle he spit the water out into the plants "hey it doesnt look like they water them" you rolled your eyes at his behavior.

Nikki did finish the water, but they were far from the entrance to thriw it away so Nikki threw the bottle into the plants "what was that Nikki" "I don't know a monkey we are in the jungle" "Jesus Christ Nikki", the leader of the tour let you all go look at the difderent weather setting of the forest areas but to be back in the Central area in 15 minuets you and Nikki went to the night section with stars and a dim area it felt so romantic tou and Nikki stood under the stars and made out until you noticed Nikki opened his eyes "shit" he said a Bit loud "what's wrong" Nikki quickly went to the fence were some plants were and untucked his pants and started to piss on the plants "oh fuck, I almost pissed my pants" you stood there in shock "Nikki!!" You pulled his arm "hey I'm not finished" he kept going until he buckled his pants back up and walked back to the central area.

You didnt want to put up with his crap, but you did. Nikki then dropped a little botrle kn the ground after throwing it "um sir my water botrle fell can I get it" you asked "yes but don't harm the plants" the rest of the people turned around starring at the waterfall you bent down to grab the bottle, you felt the outline of Nikki's hard dick on your ass he pushed harder onto you and started to dry hump you "man I just wanna plow your ass with my hard dick right now", you got up fast, "what the hell Nikki", the tour had ended but Nikki had secretly pulled you into an area that had a fence and a sign "no trespassing" he pulled you under the chain fence and he stood on a giant rock "we aren't support to be here Nikki we can get banned" he just looked at you and grabbed your phone and texted jenny "hey jenny we are in the other area with another group you can keep going we will meet you at the end" Nikki set your phone down and bent you over a log and kissed you he started to unbuckle his pants and pull the down he quickly flipped you over and bent you over to your backside and pushed down your pants and underwear he forcefully pushed inside of you hard, "oh fuck, I have been waiting for this" he grinned and started bucking his hips into you faster and harder making his thrusts unbearable you moaned out in pleasure as he went fast as hell and hard as fuck, he moaned loudly "OH FUCK" his moans echoing were everyone can hear them, he started to moan so loud it sounded like somebody was stabbing him "HOLY SHIT BABE IM GONNA...IM GONNA CUM" you heard people gasp. You hit your orgasm "oh fuck..Nikki" you said quietly, Nikki came on your ass, you clened up as Nikki buckled up you fixed your make up.

You both made your way back to rhe entrance where everyone was waiting and again Nikki made it obvious , you both got in trouble put to the office Nikki had his feet on the desk "if my balls we're on your chin where would my dick be?" The owner just glared at Nikki, Nikki got up and grabbed your hand and walked right out the owner yelling behind you "COME BACK HERE, YOUR BOTH BANNED FOR LIFE!!!!!!!" you both ran out Nikki yelling "ITS COOL"

[anathemanonymous]

For those living in an abusive relationship:

DON'T BOTHER WAITING FOR ANYONE TO SAVE YOU

Why are we not allowed to talk openly about taboo situations like abuse? You've done your research. There are many forms and definitions of abuse. You admit to it. You want to expose it.

You post about it and are shamed into deleting it for the sake of his reputation. People you know see it and do6nt know how to respond. You are coming out of a closet of secret abuse. Sometimes you want to go back inside and feel normal even though its uncomfortable for you.

At your weakest, attorneys add insult to injury.

Courts are neutral but documents are forever.

And it's too late after you file your own seperation paperwork without any help, and screw it up while bargaining to leave peacefully. And then, really feel stuck.

Your local women's shelter has some meetings, but the core issues preventing true healing and real change are likely buried deep.

You'll try Al-Anon. Read codependency books. You will invest hours looking at your own childhood trauma. Read some more books. Internet search endlessly. Meme it up. Go to counseling. Talk to a friend. Write it out. Join a thread.

You've been on guard with others your whole life. Feel differently from them. See how they are carefree, married happily, white picket fences.

You always think others are happy to look the other way when you come around.

You know it's on you to change your own stuff. They probably assume you know what your doing. Chuckle.

Your heart is the only willing guide for you. No choice but to listen to it. Yet, you will continually keep it buried, hidden. Like a dark secret from yourself.

Until you are invisible.

Until you are sure nobody else hears it beating.

You are always ashamed. You are accustomed to hiding. Smile. Everything is fine.

The outside world will have you doubt yourself. It will convince you that everything and everyone is against you, and you will be confused to hear how wisely your own heart speaks. Like a child. Very honestly. You ignore it. Feel frustrated.

You will learn that counseling and meds can't help as long as you are unaware of your own triggers and emotional issues...but even after you become aware, nothing is resolved. The triggers keep you from peace.

You will resort to isolation because its comfortable and get lost in work and in research and digging deeper into the past, wondering why and how you ended up here. You will blame the other person, and other people in your life.

And all you will end up with is feeling more pain and shame and guilt. Yet you won't complain. You go about your daily life as if that pain weren't eating you up. You will appear to be getting along.

New friends will help come. They might try to help you talk it out, to redirect you to your true self, and support you. And you will begin in small ways, to believe and try, you will maybe try it out in little episodes of putting yourself out there, in slightly trusting others. But being in the spotlight but is terribly uncomfortable.

These small defiant acts of being yourself begin to grow. But your growth is still mostly stagnant. Why?

It will be a long time until you blossom, even in middle age. Maybe never. It's not someone else you need or want. It's a resolution from the abuser. An end. A reconciliation. A forgiveness?

You wait. You create space. You wait. You try to be understanding. You work, you converse, but no progress. You pay his bills. Answer his calls, only to be shut down. Sometimes you talk, but it always ends in an argument when you begin to talk realistically about the pain, doubt, finances.

The answer to being treated poorly isn't simply leaving, after figuring out how and when to leave, after figuring out why to leave. After recognizing the signs. You're still intertwined.

Solutions can only come when you admit: you have faulty boundaries. You let bad shit happen. But why? How?

You don't really add up the damages or how long you've been trapped in this nightmare spiderweb.

Because I did not honor myself....I did not honor my own boundaries.

...because I chose to believe in redemption, or rather, in fixing someone and something outside of me.

... Because I was given shitty experiences long enough to think its normal not to speak up much less fight against shitty treatment from someone who I wanted love from.

Because it didnt feel like "loving me for who I am" kinda love but who am I to say?

Because I controlled and ignored my own heart.

Because of THEIR unresolved issues. Because he needs me.

Because what IS a healthy relationship? Because codependency is survival for some us.

Because I had faith in the deep humanity we all share being love at the core.

Because I woke up sick for so long I lost track of wellness. Because I walked in worn out shoes to work harder, those same shoes I took off at home, which were thrown at me as insults... until I could catch them.

Because I could throw them back at him.

Until we both equally hurt.

Because of poor parenting. Because I got meaning out of being what I could be to help him more than myself.

Because its not his fault. Because alcohol and drugs and temptations. Because ADHD. Because I love the idea of having a family, and he has a great fucking family.

Because I'm not about control. Or money. Or things.

Because I wanted my daughter to have a Father.

Because I was afraid to admit that it hurt to feel unsafe and unsupported. That I needed more.

Because I doubted what I thought I deserved.

....Until all the excuses fade away....

One day you get confirmation that he is causing this pain to you intentionally...he finally admits it. For better or worse.

And your heart knew it because it felt it all along. Contempt as bitter as ....this strange moment which you waited from the beginning:

Confirmation of your worst fears. No remorse. No justice. You have no choice but to keep up a boundary. And this has taken so many years to learn. You have the right to say no. To stop allowing others to harm you in the name of live or loyalty or whatever. You doubted yourself long enough. This is how it happens.

So that you can finally spread your wings and break free.