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brummiereader · 1 year ago

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I'm back 👋❤️! Eeek let's get started 😀!

Firstly, how adorable is Arthur, he's so devoted to his brother! No matter how Tommy is with him, he will always be there for him, his "best man". I think Tommy knows it aswell, I just hope that one day he will start to appreciate his brothers devotion.

I love how proud he is to have Heaven by his side, he's like a love sick puppy 🥰.

There's a little bit of empathy there for Tommy, which is really endearing to see. Heaven is such a complex character, she puts up a hard exterior almost instantly if she senses animosity towards her. But deep down I think she just wants to be loved and accepted. It was so sad to see her reflect on the deaths of her family members, will we get to learn more about her past? It's so heartbreaking 😥.

She doesn't like champagne, maybe shes more of a red wine girl! I could drink champagne morning and night if I could afford it🥴😂. To stop myself becoming too much of a drunk I have to swap it out for Champomy 😂.

I absolutely LOVE LOVE LOVE!! Arthur, Heaven and John's interactions 😩❤️! You write it so well! Does John have a little thing for Heaven 🤨😅? "Lemme smack him, please Angel. Just one little tiny punch in his fookin’ face.” He begged, “Just to shut his bloody mouth, eh.” 😂😂, this was too perfect, I could literally hear Arthur saying it in my head when I was reading this part, you never let me down when it comes to Arthur and John's brotherly "love" 😂.

Heaven! You are far too intune with things going on around you for it not to be more than a coincidence anymore, I'm desperate to know if she knows there's more to her.

Even though Heaven is not a fan of Tommy, it was interesting to see her start to panic along with him as she tried to find his son, maybe she felt a small amount of guilt since she had a premonition about his safety ❤️.

God...the scene when she enters the room, I was on the edge of my seat waiting for Tommy to literally pounce on her in anger. This part is so intense Shark, I feel like I'm in the corner munching on popcorn, wide eyed watching everything unfold 😳😂. Me reading this part👇.

I never expected Arthur to question Heaven, I felt so sad for her in that moment, I felt like the whole room was closing in on her as she had to defend herself. Will Tommy and Heaven always be clashing? I'm interested to see how their relationship develops over the series, I just hope she's not going to become one of Tommy's " dogs", just being used for her powers.

I absolutely hated Father Hughes in the series, so I'm glad he met his end in this series too 😌.

😯😳 You honestly had me thinking Charlie was dead for a moment...shark, don't do that to me!!😂. Heaven...I'm in shock...I'm relieved she saved him, but how, what, when did she do all this?? And when she passed by Father Hughes... "See you in Hell, sale fils de pute" 😯. Each part I read I'm more drawn in by what she's says " His question brought a faint yet terribly melancholic smile to your lips for it reminded you that you had broken the only promise you did to yourself. The promise of not taking another life ever again" Who's life?? There's so many unanswered questions, I'm in a frenzy trying to figure everything out, but you keep dropping more little confessions here and there, my mind's going wild 😂.

" I am the one they should have really burned"

I KNEW IT!! She's a witch! Oh my god Shark this part is fantastically written, the cloud of smoke coming from her mouth and the reference to hell! Now the part where she tells Father Hughes that she will see him in hell makes sense 😈🌜. You're an incredible writer, your story telling is out of this world! I normally only read Tommy Shelby fics, I'm so happy I branched out and started reading this Arthur Shelby one, I am HOOKED! This series is amazing, it deserves so much more love ❤️!

Heaven in Your Eyes || Arthur Shelby x Reader!OC

Summary: What is supposed to be a chill afternoon at the grand opening of the Grace Shelby Institute for Orphaned Children, turns out to be a nightmare: Charles is kidnapped and chaos spreads in the Shelby family. This is when Thomas remembers something you had told him: "You should keep an eye on Charles. You really should.” He suddenly understands: You did it.

Words: 5K

TW: Angst, Child kidnapping, typical canon violence, graphic description of violence, death of secondary characters, murder, a very quick allusion to child abuse, gruesome kills, a lot of blood I guess

Notes:

✞ This chapter is based on the event of S3 Episode 6. Italicized parts are taken from the show. However, it contains many changes from the show's script, especially to accommodate this fanfiction's purposes and the characters' development.

✞ Theme song to listen to on repeat while reading if you want

✞ Heaven is OP's original character but written with the use of « you » (Moodboard here).

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“Say it Tom, say it to ‘em! ” Arthur’s loud voice exclaimed in a joyful tone, calloused hands clapping with strength to encourage his little brother and his speech. The whole crowd, as well as you, followed his example and stood up to applaud the founder of the Grace Shelby Institute for Orphaned Children. Admittedly, you recognized that the idea of opening such an establishment was surprising yet excellent, especially coming from the family’s boss. Quickly glancing at Arthur and his smile, you could not help but melt. The blinded love and trust he had for Tommy had something admirable despite your rocky relationship with little King Shelby.

You sit back and, as you did, Arthur gently put his hand on your thigh and took a look at you, his magnificent blue eyes shining with affection. He did not need to say a single word for you to understand what was going through his mind: he was just proud. Proud of Tommy, obviously, but particularly proud to attend such a significant ceremony with his stunning woman by his side. Even though most of the town knew about Arthur’s mysterious angel, attending the event with you had something official. The butterflies in his stomach flapped their wings when he introduced you to some guests as his sweetheart — you had even overheard him calling you his “future wife”. The way some of the visitors looked at both of you, their traits stretching in surprise as they realized that the sweetest creature they have ever seen was deeply enraptured with him, was enough to fill his heart with pride. A faint smile flattered your juicy lips at such an endearing vision, the joy it brought upon you making the whole crowd disappear for a few seconds as you lost yourself in Arthur’s beauty. Another thunder of applause popped your daydreams and forced you to shift your focus back on what was going on.

In fact, the first lyrics of Immortal Invisible brought you back to reality as it echoed in the room. You were about to join the chorus, Arthur’s fingers discreetly reaching for yours as a silent request to hear you sing with that lovely voice of yours, when you caught sight of Tommy leaving the room with hastened footsteps. The aura of sorrow that emanated from him stirred both your empathy and your worries — even though you did not get along, you could not help but commiserate with him on this difficult day that reminded him of Grace far too much to handle the event properly. Thomas’ beloved wife was everywhere around you, you could sense it. Her presence was so overwhelming that one could have expected to see her walk into the room at one moment or another. The cruel truth was that she was gone for good, and what was left of her slowly pushed Thomas Shelby to the edge of depression. Instinctively, your cold little hand tightened its grip around Arthur. His company kept your mind from drifting too far in the dark waters of your own loss. And by loss, you meant your Dad, hung high on a tree, as well as your Mom and little sister who had burned on the pyre.

The room was filled with chatters and guests, whose discussions blended together in an unintelligible cacophony. Alone in a corner, a glass of champagne in your hand, you swept the room with interest without really taking part in any conversations. Somehow, huge gatherings had never been your cup of tea — you came from a small town lost in the mountains after all, not from the city. Moreover, you were well aware of the curious, sometimes snobbish looks other ladies gave you and you were not sure they would be particularly delighted by your presence. They thought you did not fit the picture with your long and braided white hair, your ivory sun dress, and Arthur’s long and black coat resting on your shoulders. To be true, you could not blame them, you did not fit in but you were also surprisingly fine with it. When your lips grazed the sparkly alcohol, you winced a little bit. As ironic as it sounded for a French girl, you despised the taste of champagne, even though you still took the glass you had been offered out of sheer politeness. Giving up on the idea of drinking it, you just sighed. It did not take long for you to grow bored with analyzing people’s faces — they were more or less the same, and most of them took the shape of women giggling when Thomas walked past them. You soon caught sight of Arthur and John, both talking to their brother.

“Fuck me, Tom. I don’t know how you do it.” Arthur stated, his gruff voice and harsh words contrasting drastically with Thomas’ elegant elocution. He had barely finished his sentence when the latter was once again forced into another formal conversation with aristocratic ladies. He took a quick look at John, who was sipping on a tea, and rolled his eyes, annoyed. Understanding that having a real conversation with Tommy was going to be difficult, he waved off the idea and finally headed back to you. As soon as his eyes fell on your frame, his face relaxed and enlightened with a loving smile.

“Oi. Why are you all alone, Angel?” He inquired, his arms wrapping around your waist and bringing you close to his body for he could not keep his hands off you for too long, “want to go back home?” Arthur laid a tender kiss on your cheek, gently rubbing the tip of his nose against your skin in signs of deep affection. Your smile widened at the sensation of his mustache, to the point you could not hold the light chuckle that escaped from your mouth. He was so worried about your well-being that he went straight to the point: if you wanted to leave you had every right to do so.

“No need to go back home dear, I do enjoy the party. I’m just not really good at social gatherings nor making new friends I guess!”

“Ada told me you can join in her conversations if ye want.” His thumbs caressed your hips in a circular motion.

“I don’t want to bother Ada. She seems rather busy.” You put down your glass on a nearby table, and snuggled in his arms, more than thrilled to have his whole attention for yourself. The slight anxiety you had been feeling vanished into dust at his soothing warmth and his manly perfume. A perfume that had started to blend with yours, hence creating that unique fragrance of your love.

“Hey Arthur, move. You know she likes me hugs the best.” John teased — he had also decided to keep you company rather than waiting on Tommy.

“I’m really going to kick yer ass John, don’t care if I do it in front of all the people of this bloody room.” He growled, pulling you even closer for he refused to let you go. Even if it was with his own brother. Your grin widened, their never-ending sibling arguments never failing to amuse you.

“I would take your brother’s threats with the utmost seriousness if I were you. But at the same time, I really appreciate your dauntless nature. C’m’here.” One of your arms left Arthur’s neck to welcome John in the hug despite the hoarse complaints that followed. John, not hesitating for a slight second, joined in and held you in his arms for a few but indescribably comforting seconds. Each time he would pull you in a bear hug, he would make you feel at home.

“Okay, enough —“ Arthur nudged his little brother in the ribs, the corner of his lips curling up in a sadistic smirk only older siblings knew how to do.

“Why don’t you hug me longer? Afraid to show your sensitive side, Mon amour?” John said, making his best impression of your French accent and the pet name you were always giving to his brother. This time you could not help but genuinely laugh, a part of you astounded by John’s ability to be that annoying. The face Arthur made, contorted with both shock and anger, only cracked you up harder. Still, you softly stroke his neck to keep his spirit quiet and avoid him throwing a tantrum in the middle of the room.

Finally resigning himself not to bounce on John and beat the shit out of him, Arthur looked at you with the most irresistible puppy eyes he could do. Sometimes you had trouble realizing he, who could look like a beaten dog, was the same man that could kill someone with his bare fists out of jealousy and fuck you roughly in the shower still covered with fresh blood right after.

“Lemme smack him, please Angel. Just one little tiny punch in his fookin’ face.” He begged, “Just to shut his bloody mouth, eh.”

You raised a brow, your hand trailing up his neck to fix his hairstyle — Arthur shivered at your touch, his whole body responding with tremors of lust that shook him to the core, “Not here. But you’ll find a good moment to avenge yourself, Mr. Shelby” You said, punctuating your sentence with a knowing wink.

“Woah, calm down Devil. I thought you’d defend me!” John retorted, pretending to be outraged by your betrayal.

“Not my fault if you’re stupid enough to believe that.” Your grin turned into a sharky smile.

“That’s my girl,” Arthur purred when looking at you, “always on her good ol’ Arthur’s side,” He pressed his lips on the side of your head, laying an enamored kiss upon it. How much you liked his way of showering you with love no matter where you were. Nevertheless, the lighthearted conversation did not last long, for an unpleasant gut feeling alerted all your senses. You slightly pulled away from Arthur and frowned, instinctively looking in Thomas’ direction. He was talking with Ada, his face veiled with a deep worry you had never seen him wearing. Something happened, that was the first thought that crossed your mind — and how right you were. At this moment, Thomas walked to you, his piercing blue eyes expressing concern. You saw him coming before his own brothers.

“Heaven, love? Are ya alri—“

“Boys, have you seen Charlie?” Thomas cut him off.

“Eh…” Arthur softly released you from his sweet embrace to focus on Tommy, “I don’t know. He is playing, ain’t he?” His smile faded away as if he had just sensed that something was wrong.

The wind changed for Thomas Shelby, whose legendary self-control broke down at the moment he realized Charles had disappeared. As your mind proceeded with what was happening, he had already started to go from guest to guest asking if they had seen his son. The more he asked, the more his placid tone turned into the painful roars of a wounded lion. All it took was one tiny second for the whole ceremony to dive into chaos.

Deafened by the sound of your own beating heart racing in your chest, you started to look around you in a vain attempt to find Charles maybe playing under a table or behind furniture. That was all you could do, for your feet seemed stuck in invisible roots that were keeping you from moving. You stood there, useless, for you did not know what to do. Maybe Charles was still here, hidden somewhere to prank his nanny? But all Tommy’s hopes and yours crumbled when Ada, so stunning in her elegant outfit, caught everyone’s attention with precious information.

“Tommy. Someone said they saw a nurse take him through the back door.”

Fuck, you thought.

“Fuck.” Arthur swore out loud, grabbing his sister by the wrists before storming out of the room with the other Shelbys.

Boom. Boom.

You brought your hand to your chest, now convinced your heart was about to burst. Something had definitely happened to Charles — as you had sensed weeks ago at the Garrison. Ripping through the lethargy you were embroiled in, you ran up the stairs and rummaged through each room to look for Charlie. Voices, all mixed, came through the opened window. You froze, listening to them.

“Arthur! Somebody saw a woman and a kid getting into a car.”

“Ah, fuck!”

“CHARLIE!”

“Where is he? Tell me.

_Someone took him. Listen to me! They put in in a car. They put him in a car and drove south. We’ve got roadblocks, we’ve got spotters. I’ll set up shop and put every man we’ve got… between here and Maypole.

_ Right. You do that.

_ You gotta go to the office. You gotta sit by the phone. Whoever took him is going to call. Polly! Let’s go, Pol! Stay by that phone. Me and John will cover the roads.”

And that was how the world collapsed on Thomas’ head. Again.

You looked at his car disappearing in the dull horizon, knowing that dark hours were awaiting all of you. Lost in your thoughts, you did not notice the mighty silhouette of the crow that was staring at you from the nearest tree with his dark beady eyes. A dull caw sound tore the silence that had fallen upon the mansion and snatched you from your anxious mind.

Caw. He mocked.

And to think it had warned you!

When Tommy stormed into the office, all of the family already gathering there, the sound of his soles hammering the wooden floor made the whole skies shiver with fear.

“Where’s Heaven?” He asked, blue eyes looking dagger at Arthur because if someone knew about you it was obviously him.

“Coming. She was with Esme.” His gruff voice retorted, trying to remain calm for Tommy’s sake.

“Esme’s waters broke,” John answered right away, “I was just with her. Running around fucking broke the waters.”

“Where’s Finn?” Thomas insisted.

“With the young’uns looking for the Riley. We couldn’t reach him.” Arthur informed before bringing a glass of whisky to his mouth and taking one big gulp. The fire that trailed down his throat almost made him sigh with momentary relief.

“I need to know who spoke. Our enemies know everything. Everything. I need to know who spoke about business outside of the family. I need to know who spoke, who they’ve spoken to.” Tommy was trying hard to remain calm but his erratic breath and the quick pace of his words betrayed the rage that was boiling within him.

“Tommy…

_ Your future wife, Arthur?”

Arthur’s pinched his lips, swallowing the furious urge to yell at his little brother for uttering such an obnoxious accusation. He looked away as he tried to keep his composure.

“I’m gonna tell myself you’re not thinking straight. Your mind’s not clear.”

“I want to see her now, you hear me?”

It was at this moment you entered the room as if you had been summoned by Thomas’ words. You had appeared in the doorframe without a single noise, Arthur’s dark coat contrasting with the unsettling porcelain of your skin and the fair aquamarine of your iris. There you stood, all the family’s eyes staring at you for they had told you it would have been probably better if you did not come. All of them were more or less aware of Tommy's hostility toward you, and they knew he would certainly find a way to blame you in one way or another.

“Speaking of the Devil.” He said with his most collected tone, while his gaze darkened at the sight of your doll face. If Arthur saw an Angel when looking at you, Thomas could only recognize the threatening shadow of death floating around your silhouette, the long coat you were wearing reminding him of the Grim Reaper’s cloak. All that was missing from the picture was a scythe in your hand, “Did you speak?” He asked.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You simply replied, walking to Arthur. The wooden floor creaked under your heels. You were already exhausted by his accusations you knew that were awaiting you. But still, you came, because all you wanted was to be where you belonged: by Arthur's side, supporting him.

“I know Arthur can’t keep his fucking mouth shut and tells you everything.” He quickly glanced at his brother, who was staring at an invisible dot on the wall to keep calm, and shifted all his focus back to you again. You clenched your jaw at the petty comment, “So I’m gonna reiterate the question and you’re going to answer me, eh. Did you speak?"

“I did not speak, Tommy. I said nothing.”

“Don't lie to me.” He retorted right after you finished your sentence. His hands, pressed against the table, were now trembling with a rage he desperately tried to tame, “I know you’ve got something to do with all this shit. I know that’s you.”

You opened your mouth to protest but Arthur was quicker. Grabbing your wrist in case he needed to protect you from his brother, he stepped between the two of you, “Come on Tommy, I know yer angry and anxious, but that ain’t a reason to accuse her. She didn’t do anything.”

“Ah. Arthur Shelby protecting his damn fallen Angel, I was expecting it" His eyes went from him to you several times, "Do you think she didn’t? So, can you explain why did she tell me to keep an eye on Charles weeks ago?” Tommy's words were coated with poison. The quietness of his voice, highlighted by the rumble of his growling soul, only rendered him more impressive. Silence fell over the office at such a revelation no one knew.

Astounded, Arthur turned to you and, with his brows furrowed in confusion, stared at you, “Did ya — Did ya really say that?”

You blinked, stunned by Thomas’ vivid memory and by the gleam of shock in Arthur’s steel blue eyes.

“Hey, listen. I did not plot behind this family’s back nor did I hurt Charlie or anything.”

“Why would you say that to me then?” Tommy took a few steps toward you. He would usually avoid coming to close to you when other people were around, but you were not sure he would do so this time. You wanted to back off but Arthur’s grip tightened around your wrist, for he did not know what to think anymore. “Whose side are you on, uh?” Tommy asked, "Did anyone ever wonder whose side she's on?"

“I saw a crow on my way to the Garrison and I felt it was a bad omen. And then I had a gut feeling after our conversation. That’s all, Thomas! It was just a damn clairvoyant gut feeling!” You defended yourself, before looking at Arthur, “I swear it’s the truth.”

"Yeah, the truth," Arthur repeated, trying to overcome his insecurities.

“Oh my God, keep your witchcraft-coated excuses for someone else, Heaven. You talked at best, you work with Hughes at worst. After all, you knew him before you came into our lives” Tommy tried to come closer again but Polly grabbed him by the arm, keeping him at a safe distance, “No matter the makeup and the jewels you wear they won’t hide the Devil under there.”

“Don’t imply I have something to do with that fucking bastard!” You hissed through your teeth, hatred blooming within at the sole mention of the name. This time, Arthur’s calloused hands grabbed you by your shoulders to keep you still, for you were starting to get agitated. At this point, he was not sure if he did it to protect you from Tommy, or to protect Tommy from you.

“Heaven, calm down…” He said softly, trying to ease the wildfire of your anger.

“He’s accusing me of Charles’ kidnapping, Arthur! I can’t fucking believe it!” You protested, your doll face wearing injustice like the most beautiful jewel ever crafted. Arthur kept you firmly against his chest, his arms locking around you and his hoarse voice whispering “I know love…” in your ear.

“And I can’t believe you think I'm naive enough to believe you talked to a bloody crow and got a bad feeling. Tell me where’s my son, you Devil.” Thomas growled in the background.

Polly pulled his nephew’s arm, for he was starting to be too harsh with you “Why not? She has brought a bird back to life Tommy. I would not be surprised if she saw it coming one way or another.”

“'Scuse me?” He turned around in one vivid movement, his eyes diving into his Aunt’s. He could not believe what she had just said.

Another silence flew over the room as the rest of the Shelby family confirmed Pol’s information with a nod of the head. All the people in this office had witnessed the extent of your power at the last gathering you had organized in your garden — hence the fact they were not particularly surprised by your sharp instincts. John swallowed, recalling the way the bird first twitched in your small hands before flying away, wings flapping with newly breathed energy.

“Pol’s right, Tom,” Ada started, “I usually don’t believe in these kind of things but it’s true. I’ve seen it with my own eyes.”

It was too much for Tommy, who already was on the very edge of his patience. There went his mind, aching at the thought of his sweet son trapped between the monstrous and disgusting claws of that twisted priest. His boy, the last thing that kept Grace’s memory alive, had been snatched from him and here his family was, defending the one that probably did it. Of course, he believed in supernatural forces — he was convinced a curse took Grace away from him — but Tommy needed a more rational explanation. He needed anything that could help to get Charles back. He brought one of his trembling hands to his mouth, gathering all his remaining strength to restrain himself in such a catastrophic situation, “She resurrected a damn bird, and no one told me…” He said to himself, " She resurrected a bird," He repeated, a faint and nervous chuckle escaping from his lips before vanishing as quickly as it had appeared.

“Heaven‘s really sensed it, nothing else. You know she would never harm Charles. She felt it coming Tommy. She is… She is gifted. Do you understand how useful she could be?” Polly’s words, coated with both softness and authority, managed to soothe the hurricane of violence that was raging within him. Thomas had stopped talking yet he kept looking at you with anger burning in his ice-cold eyes.

You frowned —still trapped in Arthur’s arms for your own sake—, and looked at Polly.

“Forget it, Pol. He’s not going to change his mind.” You finally said after letting out a long sigh. A part of you was well aware that bargaining with Thomas Shelby was useless. Moving your shoulders, you managed to free yourself from Arthur’s embrace and, to his greatest surprise, made your way to the exit. He almost jumped, catching your hand in his.

“Heaven.”

“No Arthur, this is fucking useless. I am not going to stay here and let him blame me for everything that happens to this family while I did nothing but share my clairvoyant feeling with him. He wants me to prove whose side I’m on? Fine! I’ll do it then! ”

Arthur opened his mouth, thinking about something that could convince you to stay but he knew you were right. He finally lowered his head, jaw clenched and eyes avoiding yours.

“Gonna come with you then,” His gruff voice mumbled.

“No, you stay there.” You said, which made Arthur frown even more and look at you with utter confusion, “Thomas needs you. He’s aching and vulnerable. Stay with him and do what you have to do, Arthur. I'll wait for you.”

“Alright.” He resigned himself, worries making his magnificent eyes shine, “ one last thing.” He said after a few seconds of hesitation.

“Hm?”

“Tell me you have nothing to do with Charles’ kidnapping.” He dared to say, feeling utterly ashamed by the fact he needed reassurance about it. But he had always trusted Tommy more than anyone else and now, he was conflicted between his loyalty to his brother and the maddening love he had for you.

“Arthur… Are you serious?” You asked, your heart hurting at such a demand. A sigh fell from your lips, whose red lipstick made even more hypnotizing. “ I promise I'm not involved in Charles' kidnapping. You have my word.” You finally said as you looked at him right in the eyes, trying to hide the pain.

“I— I trust you,” He paused, “I trust you.” He repeated, then he pulled you in a quick hug to soothe his inner turmoil. To be true, he would have probably died if it turned out you had been toying with his heart all along. But Arthur refused to believe Tommy was right, this awful thought almost leading him to the path of madness again, “Take care, love. See you later.”

You replied with a faint, exhausted smile and left the building, disappearing in the fog of Birmingham’s streets.

The fact remained that Tommy did not feel better after you left.

Or Esme getting cash for cocaine, eh, John?

All of a sudden, back in the family, Ada, eh. That’s a surprise. Out of the blue. On whose orders?

And you and your painter…

Down he went, spiraling into a paranoid craze and, to everyone's greatest surprise, you were not the only one that had triggered it.

The sound of Death Knell resonated in the night, its threatening shadow floating over Birmingham houses and souls. Following Tommy’s plan, John and Arthur roamed through the train station with the firm will of spreading calculated chaos at 10 o’clock in a grandiose murderous explosion. You can go with them but it’s better if you let them do the job, that was more or less what Arthur had told him before he left. Despite the orders given, Michael managed to leave the two henchmen behind and reached Hughes’ church without getting caught by another Peaky Blinder. It was not that Tommy’s plan was poor, but he indubitably needed to take care of this business alone. No one around him seemed to understand how deep his pain was entangled with Father Hughes. He had to wipe the priest out by himself — he had promised it to his little self after many sleepless nights recalling his dirty hands wandering on him.

And he did.

Michael was panting, a mix of thick repugnant blood and sweat dripping from his face. Still straddling Father Hugues’ corpse, the young Blinders’ hands were frozen on the knife he had thrust into the priest’s throat. The hot and sticky sensation almost made him throw up when it first poured over his skin. A crimson puddle had already formed under the body, growing bigger and bigger as minutes passed. And when that same puddle reached the floor’s grooves, it filled them with dark red blood and drew patterns on the wood.

Another grunt escaped from Michael’s quivering lips as he slowly realized what he had done. He killed. Again.

All wobbly on his legs, Michael Gray still managed to stand up and took a few steps back, his hand leaning on a bench. His fair eyes did not shift from Father Hughes’ motionless body for he forced himself to look at him— there lied the monster who had terrified him for years. There lied the child eater, his neck opened and his obscene glassy eyes staring blankly at the church’s ceiling.

Coming back to his senses the best he could, Michael stumbled to the heavy door of the room from which Father Hughes came out and opened it. All he wanted was to carry Charles in his arms, telling him everything would be fine, and flee from this cursed place. Yet, his heart missed a beat when he entered the small room and realized Charles was not there.

“Fuck!” Michael blurted out. Panic kicked in again as he tried to come up with a solution, or at least an idea of what to do. He knew he had to think, and he had to think pretty fast because Charles' life was threatened. He needed to find the kid before it was too late. The main reason behind his dedication was not only to show his worth, but also to keep a child from suffering at an Hughes’ hands ever again. However, Michael's thinking process shattered in pieces when he heard the heartbreaking cries of a kid yelling at the top of his lungs. Blood froze in his veins as he recognized Charles’ voice.

Following the screams, there was a thundering noise of something heavy dropped to the floor, and nothing. Nothing except a chilling silence that brought goosebumps to his pale flesh.

Oh no.

Michael stood still in the loud silence, as petrified as an animal in front of the blinding headlights of a car.

No, no, no!

They’ve killed him, he thought. Of course, they did. Father Hughes was probably not alone in that bloody church, even though Tommy said he did not expect them to come. Someone was here and took advantage of the chaos of his fight with Hughes to grab Charles and hurt him. Whoever his accomplice was, they had just ended Charles's life and it was all his fault. If only he had listened to Arthur. If only he had let the two henchmen do their job and handle the situation. Guilt started to beat him.

Michael shook his head, hoping it was not too late, and ran toward the direction the noise and cries came from. His heart raced in his chest as his legs almost automatically moved, winding up his anxiety like a mechanical toy, and led him to a second room he did not see at first.

“HANDS UP YOU BASTARD!” Michael yelled, storming into the room that was directly linked to a backdoor exit: the perfect spot for Hughes’ accomplice to flee with the kid in case of emergency. Or to kill him in case something happened to the priest. Pointing his gun in front of him, Michael was ready to shoot, hatred blazing in his eyes. He winced at the foul and slightly metallic smell of blood that jumped at his face as he entered the place. Michael was a brave boy. He was ready to use violence. He was ready to actively take part in the family business. Hell, he was even ready to die if that was what he had to do, but there was one thing no one prepared him to face and it was what he saw in this place.

“Oh my God!”

He cried out, his breath hitching with panic as his blue eyes, filled with tears, first caught sight of a second corpse lying in a lake of blood. If Hughes' dead body was already gruesome, it was nothing compared to his accomplice's.

The man, who was strong in stature and impressive in height, was staring at him with blank eyes, silently begging for help. His petrified face, splattered with dark blood, was distorted in a terrified expression as if he had seen the Devil itself before dying. Yet the cause of the poor lad’s death was not fright, but rather the dozen stabbing wounds that scattered his body, and the pair of huge scissors that was deeply stuck into his neck. Michael could not help but step back, so disoriented by the macabre spectacle that was in front of his bewildered eyes that he dropped the gun Tommy had given him. The sound it made when it crashed on the floor caused Charles to cry again.

“Shhhh, everything’s fine Charlie. Everything’s fine. Keep your eyes closed.” A soft and enchanting voice raised in the room, like it did the night Arthur wandered aimlessly to church. For a few seconds, Michael was convinced the voice did not come from a human being. It sounded so foreign, so alluring, it could only belong to an angel of justice, whose avenging blade fell on Hughes' associate. Then he saw her, the creature, and his eyes widened even more.

“Bloody fucking hell.“ He really tried to say something else but his brain could not proceed with the sight of Arthur’s woman holding Charles in her arms, her sweet angel face and frail body entirely covered with crimson stains.

“I know.” You simply replied, one of your hands tenderly resting behind Charles’ head to keep him from looking at the butchered dead man that had fallen on the floor when your scissors tore his jugular vein.

Michael stood still, staring at you with utter shock.

"How?" He managed to ask, one sole tear running down his cheek.

"Please Michael, don't ask questions. I just — I just want to go home." You whispered, the far too familiar smell of blood and after-taste of murder making your head spin. You closed your eyes for one second to keep the traumatizing images of your past from flooding your brain and let out a shaky exhale. When you came back to your senses, you walked to Michael and put Charles in his arms, still careful to keep the corpse out of his sight. Then you left the room.

As you passed by Father Hughes, you stopped and looked at him from above, indescribable hatred blazing in your iris.

"See you in Hell, sale fils de pute — You son of a bitch — "

Michael followed, still unable to keep his eyes away from your mesmerizing frame scattered with blood drop like millions of precious rubies. The way you looked at Hughes' corpse resonated with him so much he could not help but talk.

" Did he..." He left his sentence hanging, but you understood what he meant.

"No, he did not. But he still found another way to be the cause of my sorrow," You glanced at Michael from above your shoulder, "I'm glad you killed this bastard. There are people whose souls can't be saved, and he is one of them."

"Yes, he definitely is." Charles had calmed down in his arms, lulled by the soft movements as Michael walked outside the church by your side, "what about the second man?"

"He was about to kill Charlie and then come for you." You replied, trying your best to forget the unpleasant sensation of half coagulated blood on your delicate skin. Michael took a while to process the information and realized you had probably saved his and Charles' life.

"Are you okay?" He asked. His question brought a faint yet terribly melancholic smile to your lips for it reminded you that you had broken the only promise you did to yourself. The promise of not taking another life ever again.

"Are you?" You replied to his interrogation by another one.

"No, I'm not. I feel... Empty."

"So, you already know the answer."

When the door opened and Michael entered the house with Charles sobbing in his arms, Polly and Ada ran towards him and cried in relief as they hugged the child. Polly soon focused on his own son, whose blank expression left no doubt on what he had to do to save Tommy’s kid… He killed, and it changed him forever. She laid a gentle hand on his cheek, checking on him with tears in her eyes, knowing she could not do anything to ease Michael's pain anymore -- and what was more awful for a mother than watching his child suffer without being able to do something about it? What snatched her from the sorrowful conclusion she had come to was Ada’s gasp, who had just realized Michael was not alone. You had followed him, a cold expression etched on your face and a myriad of red ink stains soiling your whiteness.

“She helped,” Michael stated with a tired voice before anyone had the time to say something, “She helped me save him.”

Ada looked at you with surprise, trying to discover the mysteries your traits hid so well, but her focus was far too disrupted by the frightening amount of blood that was covering you. Blood everywhere on the stunning, little, murderous creature she never thought you were. Many questions raged in her skull, like a tornado of thoughts and speculations. After what seemed to be a whole eternity, she managed to speak,

“For God’ sake… It could have been dangerous!” She said, blinded to the simple possibility you had just killed someone without batting an eye, "You are wounded! Look at the blood!"

You sighed and remained silent, stealing the silver cigarette case that was on the nearby furniture. The tip of your tongue moistened your juicy lips, whose corner was stained with red lipstick you smeared all over your skin when you had tried to wipe the blood that had splattered on your face.

"It's not mine."

Your hands were still shaking from what you had to do, unpleasantly recalling their past crimes. Then, you slipped one cigarette between your teeth and lit it with the zippo you found in the pocket of Arthur’s coat that was still on your shoulders. Shivering with cold despite the fire burning in the hearth, you nestled a bit more in his coat in a desperate attempt to find a substitute for your man's comforting warmth.

"I beg your pardon? Whose blood is it?" She almost choked with surprise. Then it struck her. "Heaven..."

You did not say a single word and kept smoking in almost religious silence.

"Who the hell are you?" Ada inquired, her shaky voice coated with an odd mix of fear and fascination stirred by the eerie aura that was all around you.

You took a long puff from your cigarette before staring deep at Ada’s beautiful eyes. You looked at her for a while, then shift your focus on the fire burning in the fireplace. You watched the flames dance, the sound of wood cracking sending shivers down your spine. Ada swallowed, waiting for your answer. She, who had defended you in front of Tommy a bit earlier, could not tell anymore if you were the hero they needed or the villain they had to fear.

Saint or sinner? Spell or prayer? Blessing or curse?

Who are you, she asked.

“I am the one they really should have burned.”

A cloud of smoke came from your mouth as if hellfire was burning within you.

And somehow, it was certainly the case.

✞ gif by the talented @alicent-targaryen

✞ Any comment, review, reblog, or constructive criticism is welcome. Your reactions really motivate me and keep me alive, so please don't be shy. English is not my first language.

✞ Normally, each chapter of this series can be read as stand-alone but not this one. It's far more enjoyable if you have read at least the previous chapter.

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abbyandhanako · 2 years ago

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Drabble: Love Poem

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In the Plasma Frigate’s infirmary, Mark was snuggling with Glaceino and Flareino until he heard a notification on his phone, when he took it out of his pocket, It was texts from an unknown number.

“Hm?” He said, Mark was warned by Ghetsis and Zinzolin not to open any texts and voicemails from unknown numbers, he seemed nervous and scared, he put his phone on the desk and decided to tell Abby when she returned after picking Hana up from school.

When Hana and Abby finally returned.

“Abby…..I got a text from an unknown number….” He said to her nervously, pointing at the phone

Abby looked at the phone and picked it up.

“We should probably see Ghetsis about this, come on….” Abby said in a reassuring manner.

Mark nodded and went outside the infirmary with her and made their way to Ghetsis’ office with Hana following along.

Ghetsis was sitting in his office, sipping coffee and his Hydreigon resting on a cushion that was sitting on the floor.

“What is it?” He asked the two.

“Um…Sage/Lord Ghetsis?” Mark and Abby both said, then Abby soon spoke, “We are sorry to have disturbed you on such short notice, but Mark has received suspicious voicemails and texts.”

Ghetsis nodded then looked at Mark.

“If this is from Old Plasma or Hugh, there will be consequences.” He said to them firmly, he soon played the first voicemail.

It was a woman’s voice, Abby and Mark soon recognized it, the latter flinched.

Ghetsis recognized it as Sang-jo, Mark’s ex-fiancée, from what he knew from Mark and his mother, Sang-jo was physically, verbally and emotionally abusive towards Mark, even strangling him to the point he suffered permanent esophageal and windpipe damage and even inflicting injuries on him, this led to Mark’s Pokémon, Flareina and Glaceino being frightened of anyone who resembled her.

“Oh my dear sweet Mark, How I missed you my precious blossom tree…Oh please come back to me….I won’t say I love you but I want you back cuddling you and your Eevee twins…..My precious little Eevee boy….”

Ghetsis let out a snort and erupted into laughter, Hana began to giggle at that aswell, Ghetsis soon played the second and one.

“Oh my dear Eevee boy? Why are you ghosting me, I wish you’d sit upon my throne as your loving wife…..Please my dear Ma-keu, Come back to me, You’re the only one for me…..”

Abby began to snicker at that, T.K soon walked in holding a toolbox.

“What is happening here?” He asked, he saw Ghetsis trying hard not to laugh and the other two shocked and snickering.

Ghetsis soon played the third voicemail, the green-haired man was racked with giggles and he was wiping tears from his eyes.

“I have zero dreams or hopes anymore, I lost you along with our marriage, children and grandchildren, I was foolish and naive and only realized how much you meant to me….I wish to believe the golden throne in your heart only belongs to me…..I shall message you again, My beloved Eevee boy, Ma-keu.”

Ghetsis, Abby, Hana, T.K and Mark looked silently at eachother, soon enough Ghetsis began to snort and erupted in hysterical laughter, the three grunts and Hanako soon followed suit.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” The Team Plasma boss and the three grunts soon laughed hysterically aswell as Hana.

Ghetsis nearly fell to the floor from laughing uncontrollably, Hana was giggling behind her hand, T.K was laughing while slamming his fist down onto the ground and Abby was laughing too hard to get up.

Mark, who was frightened now began to giggle and snort.

“WE RUINED HER WEDDING FOR THIS?! MYAH-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Ghetsis said through hysterical laughter, “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

The grunts and Hana continued laughing with the latter laughing even harder, Ghetsis was clutching his stomach from laughing so hard.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” T.K laughed, he couldn’t imagine himself sending poems like that to Francesca, “OH MY FUCKING ARCEUS! THIS IS FUCKING HILARIOUS!”

Even Mark couldn’t help but laugh, in Team Plasma before the split, he couldn’t stand hearing her voice and was extremely frightened of her.

“Would you send poems like this to Goji-Pants?” Abby laughed, asking Hana, referring to Leo.

“Hahahahaha! No thanks!” Hana laughed.

Ghetsis soon read the texts.

“Oh my Arceus….Come back my sweet! Please break up with the wicked witch Abby and come back to me…..My magnificent fiancé! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I’M GONNA DIE….!”

After having a laugh with the cringy love poems.

“Abby, go post these online, It will teach that woman a thing or two about trying to get into contact with Mark.” Ghetsis snorted.

Abby nodded while snickering.

“Consider it done, sir.” Abby said as she and they left.

#mark jeong {{the unusual visitor}}#drabble #abby kadozawa {{the nurse of hell's infirmary}}#t.k xiong {{the cheek bruise}}#hanako mishima {{the lost purrloin}}#tw: mentions of abuse

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sirxelots-anime-land · 5 years ago

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Manga Recommandations ...

Yeah, I am finally doing what nobody asked for. I am gonna give ya’ll a list of Manga that I think aren’t that well known but are great and worth a read (at least in my opinion), Sounds Good? Alrighty let’s get this going them!

Groundless - Sekigan no Sogekihei

Now that is one Manga that I would really like to continue and release chapters in english faster. But it seems like no one really bothers to translate it atm wich is sad :( Anyway, Groundless is set on an island in a somewhat modern fantasy world with a civil war rumbling on said island. The main character is Sophia who lost her husband and daughter after their arms shop got set up with a hughe order from the colonel of the army stationed there. All she has left is a sniper rifle her husband hid for her to sell in case something bad happens. Instead of selling it she decides to seek revenge and joins the local militia as a sniper.

It’s got some pretty cool charakters, it’s brutal (not over the top brutal though) and the art is pretty good.

Afterschool War Activities

Alright, technically this is not quite a manga since it is a Webtoon but I like it and it is pretty cool ... yea. Set in a South Korean Highschool, the daily lifes of our class are dissrupted when strange things appear in the sky (strange and deadly). highschoolers and university students have to fill up the military ranks to fight this strange enemy off.

It has a lot of interesting characters in the school class we follow around and it gives a pretty good impression on the emotional stress and trauma the situation brings with it.

Beck: Mongolian Chop Squad

Let’s switch our guns out for something different now ... how about a guitar. Beck is one of my favourite Anime and Manga out there and I’d say everybody should give it a try because it is so good. First of, the Anime ends around Chapter 29 of the Manga and it sticks pretty closely to it. So if you want to watch the anime instead for the first quarter of the Story, there you go :P Since I don’t really know how I should summarize the story of Beck without going on for the next ten minutes I’ll make it short. Yukio Tanaka gets into playing the guitar and starts to set his sights on becomming a rock star (the absolute breakdown version of it). It has a lot of good drama, is super fun and has pretty good music (Anime Only :( ). The only thing that might put you off on the anime at least is the animations. They can be a bit whacky in normal situations. The manga however looks gorgeous all the time. Two last words: JUST READ IT GOD DAMN IT’S SO DAMN GOOD OMG

In This Corner of the World

Oh yeah baby, we’re back with the War stuff. Though this time we don’t really see anything of the fighting itself.

Rather we’re following a typical japanese family through their daily lifes during the second world war. Sound glum and boring? Don’t worry thanks our somewhat clumsy but loveable main charakter and a wonderfull cast in general it won’t be that glum mos.. well ... not all the time. And if the cast isn’t enough, the art of it is also very beautifull and you learn a lot about how live was during that time in japan (there is a whole vocabulary list at the end of each volume explaining certain words and phrases in the context of the war).

But wait that is not all, if you don’t necessarily want to read through the 3 Volumes of it you can watch the movie on Netfilx. It will definitly be worth your time (maybe don’t watch it when you want something happy go lucky though).

Maria: The Virgin Witch

I know it might seem like I only read stuff that is set during some kind of war but I promise you that that is not the case and just a coincidence. This time the story is set in the Hundred Years’ War. Maria our young and ambitious witch wants to stop the war with her sex appeal... Do I need to say more to convince you? Yes? Well alright. She herself is still a virgin so she sends her domestic deamon to do the sexy time part for her. God on the other hand doesn’t really like the idea that Maria wants to end the war wich leads to our little conflict between our cute little witch and an arch angel.

With only three Volumes it’s a nice and quick read and a very fun one at that. Or you know... you could watch the anime wich is also decent.

Black Rock Shooter: Innocent Soul

Alright, now we’re really done with the War stuff i promise :D So you might’ve already heard of Black Rock Shooter and you might have watched the anime/ short movie ova thing. BRS IS takes the charakters of Black Roch Shooter and puts them in a alternate story that has nothing to do with the anime stuff.

Set in Hazama, a world between heaven and earth where souls land that are not worthy of going to heaven nor hell, we follow a girl called rock who is a Black Star whose job it is to keep order. Again a very short manga with three volumes it has a nice story (though it get’s a bit hard to follow in the very last bit from what I remember right now) and a very beautifull art style. Also it has some super funny moments in it thanks to the great dynamic between our main protaganist and her side kick.

Prophecy

Another three volume Manga comming right up. Prophecy. A man uploads videos on definitly not youtube Mr. Copyright man, where he promises revenge for crimes that didn’t get punished hard enough (and pulls through with them). Meanwhile a special divison of the police force specialized in cybercrime tries to catch the man. It’s a nice cat and mouse detective criminal story with an interesting take on social media and social injustice. It can feel a bit silly at the beginning when they talk about the internet but that might just be the german translation in my case :P If you have a thing for some good crime stories definitly check it out.

Aion

One of my favorite and first manga. A manga I would really like to see as an anime but probably never will. I kinda don’t wanna say to much about it here because I probably wouldn’t find an end. So basically mermaids are real and they try to F up humanity with worms that control them. Our main protagonist meets the girl who has her sights set out to kill all the mermaids. It’s a really cool story and unique (as far as I remember it ... I need to read it again) with some nice characters and I also did a drawing of one f the characters that turned out pretty dope ... ok that last part is probably not that convincing to you so just check the manga out ok? Good.

Boku Girl

Ok, you’re almost done by now. To end this list I have something with a bit more bare skin that is also a bit weird and a 100% hillarious and caused me to cry of laughter more than the number of it’s chapters. And it develops into a cute little love story aswell.

Out main character is Suzushiro Mizuki who is far from a a very masculine guy, In fact he get’s mistaken for a girl more than he’d like to. Even his crush thinks of him more as one of the girls. Meanwhile, Loki the Trickster god get’s bored with playing tricks on other gods so he plays one on Mizuki ... (also Loki is a girl ... in this one at least). I guess you might be able to figure out what happens to poor Mizuki with this prank and if you don’t mind that stuff, you most likely will have a blast with it (I hope at least because I definitly had). And I dont’t think I have more to add to that :D

OH WAIT ... IT HAS SUPER CUTE MOMENTS ... that’s all

The Afterword

Aight. that concludes my short list of manga that I want you to read cuz I like them and you better like them too OR ELSE ...

Mind you I did this whole text in one sitting and it was very spontaneous and late at night. So if you can’t make sense out of my gibberish and eventuall spelling/grammatik errors, I am sorry. I didn’t really prepare this as much as I could have and it’s been a while since I wrote a longer text in english.

I hope you enjoyed this list anyways and some of the Manga aswell. I might or might not do stuff like this again in the future, maybe a bit more prepared.

If you most definitly would like to see me stuff like this more, let me know :D

Have a good one folks.

#text post #text #list #afterschool war activities #manga #manga list #in this corner of the world #aion #boku girl #prohpecy #black rock shooter #black roch shooter innocent soul #maria the virgin witch #beck #beck mongolian chop squad #mongolian chop squad #groundless #sekigan no sogekihei

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official-elmo · 5 years ago

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2016 was the most important year in Memes yet!

As a person who has spent a considerably long time on the internet browsing memes in the past years, I have come to the conclusion, that 2k16 was probably the most important year for memes.

The memes and events of this year not only revolutionized the format of memes but also changed the way memes were perceived by the general public. 2016 was the year in which the power of memes was finally recognized, which ultimately led to the commercialization and weaponization memes aswell.

Changing Formats

The memes of 2016 are the very foundation of present-day memes (2019) as far as format is concerned. Before 2016, memes were usually simple: a funny picture or standard template with top and bottom text in the Impact font (all caps). I am not saying that all memes were like this, but the majority was using the format we came to love on 9gag.

The changing of formats was the immediate result of the two big shifts in social media platforms.

Changing Social Media Landscape

The first big shift was the result of the 2016 presidential campaigns and elections. Twitter would have not turned into the political force it is today if it weren't for Donald Trump, Hillary Clinton, and Bernie Sanders. Trumps endless, unbearable yet entertaining tweets ultimately led to more memes being tweeted in response to the situation. Memes somewhat became more relevant, because they mocked or favored a certain candidate and thus were used or criticized by supporters, voters, campaign people, candidates, old school media and news outlets and thus the general public. This is when shit hit the fan: Memes were no longer on Tumblr and 9gag but on Good Morning America and the New York Times. Pepe was hijacked by right-wing assholes and Hillary danced the whip and nae nae. I mean even Brexit resulted in gazillion memes too. Meme culture sorta flourished in reaction to the scary circumstances. I've read an interesting article recently on how meme culture is similar to the Dada movement, which “consisted of artists who rejected the logic and reason of modern capitalist society, instead expressing nonsense, irrationality, discontent with violence, war, and nationalism.” Most of 2016s memes have this kind of sentiment tbh.

The other big shift was the death of Vine. Although Vine died at the end of 2016 in December, big Vine personalities urged their fanbases to migrate with them (after the announcement in October) to other platforms such as YouTube and Instagram. Content creators such as Lele Pons, Jake Paul, Curtis Lepore, and others who were making 6-second videos up to then had to migrate to platforms that required more creativity and talent. Unfortunately, the migration to youtube and Instagram resulted in terrible content and memes and memes about how terrible they were.

Commercialization

I think the increasing commercialization as the result of baby boomers being aware of memes became clear when Ellen invited Damn Daniel to her show. It was a somewhat funny meme that should have died down quick, but the fact that Ellen put him on the show led to a total misinterpretation of memes and meme culture

The Positive

Until now I have only listed or talked about the bad things that happened to memes and meme culture but contrary to your belief: 2016 was the best year in memes because of the memes themselves. Let me list them for you so you can understand:

If a ... wore Pants

Dabbing Squidward

Kazoo Kid

Ted Cruz is the Zodiac Killer

Bee Movie

Panicking Mr. Crabs

Dat Boi

Angry Spongebob

Harambe

Arthur Fist

Nut Button

Hugh Mungus

Kevin Bone

Doorman

Evil Kermit

We are Number One

Meme Calendar

2016 the year of realizing things

Clowns

Pokemon Go

Michael Phelps and Pathetic

Joe Biden

Chewbacca Mom

Brexit

Skai Jackson

The list goes on and on. (There is obviously a shitty buzzfeed recap fiy)

Thank you for coming to my ted talk

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fireofmyloins19 · 7 years ago

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Broken

“Can I request Michael and maybe how you and him both react to him being sent to jail? Maybe he comes out?! idk up to you”

Michael Gray - Broken

You were a few feet away from the entrance to the house when Michael stepped in front of you, stopping you in your tracks. You glanced over his shoulder watching the others file through the door before meeting his eyes.

“Come on we’re going to be late, we can’t keep Tommy waiting”

You began to walk forward in the hope he would listen to you and retreat to your side but then again, when did he ever listen to you. He stayed firmly where he was, putting a hand out to stop you before you barged into him as you pleaded to get past.

“Wait just listen to me” he held onto your wrists and pulled them up to his chest to ensure you weren’t going to move, causing you to huff and reluctantly look back to his face. You raised your eyebrows as though signalling you were waiting for what he had to say, trying to hide the unimpressed look on your face you forced a half smile but you knew it hadn’t

worked. “It’s all over. You can relax now okay? Everything is going to be fine. Trust me.”

He loosened his grip slightly and let go of one wrist, reaching his hand down to place it on your stomach carefully. “We’re all going to be fine.”

This time you did manage an actual smile, your face softening at his reassurance when he reminded you it was over. You knew what he meant but it wasn’t really over, in this life it was never over. But you weren’t going to begin your speech about that now so you nodded slightly, finally making him step out of the way and following the others inside.

When you entered Tommy’s office everyone had already sat in the rows of chairs he had set out. You followed Michael’s lead as he sat down next to Polly, leaving you sat in between him and Ada. Silence encompassed the room while you all stared towards Tommy, the feeling of relief yet regret and anguish battled amongst themselves in everyone’s mind.

“Before I begin, I want to let you know I made a mistake. I made a mistake and I want to apologise to all of you.”

There was a sudden movement in the room whilst everyone registered the words Tommy spoke, each of you glancing around as though to confirm you were actually hearing him right. A look of shock wavered on your face for a second before composing yourself.

“Arthur, you warned me against getting involved in Russian business, and you were right. I doubted your wife and for that I am sorry. Linda, I added 3000 here in the hope that you’ll forgive me.”

Everyone’s head turned in unison when they heard Linda move from her seat, standing and walking towards Tommy’s desk to retrieve the wad of cash he had placed on the end of it.

“Apology accepted”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes when she spoke, the smug look on her face replusing to you. You folded your arms across your chest and scoffed, your annoyance being more vocal than expected causing their eyes to now land on you. You pursed your lips as though to physically indicate you would say no more, your eyes refusing to meet theirs while Linda finally sat down.

“Esme, I doubted you as well”

Tommy’s words trailed off in your mind as you sank into your own thoughts, realising he was handing out the money as a sign of gratitude and apology to all the women; soon to call out your name. You looked towards Michael, the look of content on his face making you feel uneasy. You knew he enjoyed his job and the lifestyle, but you felt at times maybe a little too much. Going from sitting at his desk handling the small amount of legitimacy the company had to cold hard killing with his own hands. You wondered when the day would come. The day where he would break and become as merciless as the other men or even worse, as dead inside as Tommy.

Your thoughts were cut short when you heard your name being called out.

“Yes, yeah?” You replied, repeating yourself when you spoke almost as a whisper the first time having been unprepared.

“For you” Tommy spoke throwing the wad of cash in your direction now, it came to an abrupt halt in front of you. “For your...trouble” he paused considering his choice of words, no one really knew what to say when it came to the case of Michael. You barely had chance to gather your thoughts before he had already moved on, giving you no chance to decline.

“Michael, for the killings. Five for the cutting, five for the shooting”

You weren’t going to let the chance pass you this time you thought, before instantly it did as Polly flew towards the desk throwing the money for Michael back towards Tommy. “No” she shouted, taking the words right from your mouth. You stood to join in but Tommy’s sudden outburst caused you to retreat back to your seat.

“What? Tell me ey. This is who I am, and this is all I can give you for what you give me, your hearts and your souls”

The words sent a overwhelming sickening feeling through your body, your breath caught in your chest. He stood in front of you all, a shadow of himself. This was the first time you had actually felt sorry for Thomas Shelby, the first time everyone saw the hopelessness and pain that swamped his mind take over his body. This was what you prayed Michael would never be; broken.

And as though he could hear your thoughts he reached over and placed a gentle hand on your knee, giving you a reassuring squeeze while the chaos subsided.

“I would like to put before the family an alternative view of the future of the Shelby Company Limited, a more hopeful view.” Polly spoke slowly as she turned her back to Tommy, now facing everyone. Ada was the first to acknowledge Polly’s words.

“Which I for one would quite like to hear”

Tommy stared at the exchange, getting more impatient by the second as his stare intensified. There was a moment of silence, you glanced at Michael once again causing him to give you a soft smile which you returned but knew it would soon be wiped off his face. You stood.

“As would I”

Before Tommy had a chance to speak, Linda also stood, causing the same expression to land on your face as always did in her presence.

“Come on Arthur, train for the doc leaves in an hour, then we will get the boat to New York and it will all be in the past.” She leant behind Arthur speaking softly, her words coming across as partly calming Arthur and partly trying to rub it in everyone else’s face what a great life they were going to have. Arthur stood from his seat, staggering forwards awkwardly with his head hung. The rest of the boys giving him a pat of the back as their way to say good bye but you ran forward throwing your arms around his neck giving him a great hug.

“Don’t you dare be a stranger” you whispered in his ear planting a loving kiss on his cheek which resulted in Linda giving you a deadly stare before you backed off and returned to your seat, watching him walk towards Tommy’s desk.

“I’ll be off then Tom, I’ll see you ey. I’ll see you, brother”

He then began to walk towards the door, the room filling with the murmurs of goodbye as everyone walked forward to say there bit, all expect Tommy.

“You can go but you won’t get far Arthur. I spoke to moss last night, he told me that the chief constable of Birmingham has issued a warrant for your arrest, murder, sedition, conspiracy to cause explosion. John they’re coming for you aswell, murder, conspiracy to cause explosion.”

Your mind was a blur, standing from your seat mimicking everyone actions as the mass of panic broke out. You wanted to speak but you couldn’t get your words out, your breathing uneasy but unheard above the roar of anger in the room.

“What the fuck” Arthur cried throwing his hands in the air.

“Michael, the murder of Hughes. Polly, the murder of chief inspector Chester Campbell.”

You felt light headed, grabbing onto Ada for support as you cradled your stomach. It was then you found your voice, coming out as a jumble of screams when you heard Michael’s name. You now reached forward to him, grabbing hold of him tightly as though your actions would prevent him from leaving. You closed your eyes tightly hoping the darkness would force everything to go away but the cries of everyone were echoing in your mind along with your own voice repeating the word, “no.”

“The people that we betrayed last night, they want to bring us down. Now they control the police, they control the judges, they control the juries and they control the jails but they do not control the elected government. Listen to me, so I have made a deal in return for giving evidence against them.”

“We’ll fucking hang” John could be heard shouting above everyone, you saw Esme clutching onto his sleeve while she held her baby with the other arm. The sight of the baby making you wrap your arm around your stomach tighter as you gasped for breath.

“It’s all taken care of, Lizzie collect all the money and take it to the cellar, you will all get your money in due course. When the police get in do not resist, you go with them, you do not say anything”

Tommy’s words were no longer registering in your thoughts while you found yourself walking out of the room as Michael did, his feet leading you whilst you continue to grab onto him. You soon lost your grip when a force knocked into the side of your body and threw you into the nearest wall, your arm being ragged from your stomach and shoved behind your back. You continued to scream.

“Stop it she’s fucking pregnant, please stop!”

You could hear Michael’s voice but you could no longer see him until you were dragged away from the wall and towards the door, seeing him shoved against the opposite wall by an officer with a baton to his neck. His eyes were strained and he writhed under their grasp as he tried to get to you. You cried his name but knew it would do nothing.

“Look look, I love you okay? I love you”

His words were rushed and you nodded trying to say it back but your words were mere sobs.

“What did we say ey? What did we say?” you knew he was trying to calm you down and act as though things were going to be ok but his face showed the complete opposite, he spoke desperately while you were marched towards the door.

“We’re going to buy that house, right next to Pol’s, with the big garden. And you can spend your days planting flowers and making it look pretty whatever you like, you can do it and we can move away from all this. We’re going to do that you, me and our baby. I’ll take care of you and the baby, we’ll do it all together okay?” He began to splutter as he tried to get his words out with the baton pressing against his neck, coming out choked. He pleaded with you wanting you to smile and say you knew it would all be fine, wanting you to reassure him now but you couldn’t before you were dragged away from his view and out of the door, away from the cries of your family who had no escape from being condemned.

The cool water felt refreshing on your skin as you splashed it on your face to both wake you up and calm your nerves. You retreated to your bedroom, pulling on a soft pink dress which you had to tuck at to force over your now huge bump and swiftly pinning up your hair before heading out of the door. Esme lent on the wall outside, jumping when you swung the door open but a big smile soon found its way onto her face.

“How do I look?” You asked, holding your hands out to the side and staring towards your bump before looking back at her with a sigh. The smile hadn’t left her face.

“Glowing”

You returned the smile now, reaching out your hand for her to grab onto and she quickly did.

“Ready?”

“Ready”

And with that you walked towards the distinct Shelby car parked down the street hand in hand. The journey was relatively quiet, both of you lost in your own thoughts as you were overwhelmed with nerves and excitement. The nerves getting the better of you when you finally arrived, both hopping from the car and staring up at the dark and dismal building full of dirty cells and sorry men, towering above you.

“I can’t wait for him to see you” Esme beamed as she stared at your bump in awe, causing you to laugh and wrap your arm around it feeling uncomfortable with the way it looked.

“Yeah, I’m not too keen about that part”

“You’re bloody mad, you look beautiful honestly.” She gave you a gentle tap on the arm as though to scorn your negativity, “Come on”

She grabbed onto your hand this time, pulling you behind her as you tried to keep up. When you finally reached the door you were stood there for what felt like forever, both pacing up and down, a cigarette never leaving either of your hands as you chain smoked in anticipation, taking quick drags and inhaling deeply. It was John who came out first, the look of despair quickly wiped from his face when his eyes landed on Esme, rushing towards her and swinging her around in a circle, her screams and giggles ringing out into the air.

“God I’ve missed you” he breathed deeply when he finally put her down, planting a long and loving kiss on her lips before turning to you. The glimmer in his eyes unmissable when he saw you, looking you up and down with the smile still fixated on his lips.

“Jesus christ John” you began to fidget uncomfortably under his gaze, covering your stomach once again..

“Well look at you!” he cried throwing his arms open wide which you couldn’t help but laugh at, your look of annoyance being replaced by a warm expression which matched his joy. You leant into his firm grasp happily, wrapping your arms around his neck to hug him back. It was whilst your head was resting on his shoulder you heard the door swing open again, the look on Esme’s face over John’s shoulder confirming your thoughts.

You threw yourself back to look at him, ready to jump into his arms and tell him how much you’ve missed him and all the things that had happened since he’d been gone but you were sure to stop yourself when you saw what looked back.

“We’ll just be by the car” John’s voice trailed off as you heard him and Esme’s footsteps trailing away. Your mouth hung open slightly and your body froze.

“What happened to you” you whispered, your eyes trailing over the deep cuts plastered along his face, a deep purple bruise around his eye. Instinctively you lunged forward to hold him, wanting to inspect the damage and try to help him but your heart dropped when he moved back. Not a single trace of a smile had made its way onto his lips. He pulled a cigarette and a single match from his pocket, striking it quickly, too eager to light his cigarette causing it to snap in half and he let out a groan. You dug into your jacket pocket, retrieving a match and holding it out to him.

“Here”

He glanced at the match and then back at you before reluctantly taking it, his eyes back on the cigarette. He dragged on the cigarette desperately like you had minutes before, yet yours were to calm the nerves of seeing him and you figured his were for something much more. Your eyes roamed his face, trying to catch a hint of any type of emotion while he stared ahead blankly, no intention of saying a word. You took a deep breath to compose yourself deciding you were to be the one to speak first.

“I’m nearly 8 months gone now” you beamed, glancing down at your stomach and placing a loving hand on it as he used to, your eyes returning to his in the hope of seeing some happiness but it never came. He didn’t even acknowledge your words until a few moments later when he turned to face you. You prepared yourself, your mind racing ready to hear what he had to say but he said nothing. His eyes only meeting yours for a short second before he glanced down at your stomach, his face contorting slightly as he stared at your bump. You could almost recognise it as a look of disgust, your arm wrapping around it in defence once again. The breath was taken from you like a kick in the stomach. He pulled his eyes away from it taking another drag of his cigarette before looking over your shoulder towards the car, his feet soon heading towards it.

You spun around to face the direction he had began to walk in, your eyes boring into the back of his head whilst he walked away.

“Michael!” you cried out, but there was no reply, nor did he turn to you when you spoke. You tried again but still, nothing. When he reached the car you watched as he threw his cigarette to the floor, stamping on it and twisting it into the ground with more force than was needed, then opening the car door and slamming it shut behind him. Leaving your eyes to now be greeted by a sorry John and Esme, left waiting by the side of it.

You wanted the anger to wave through your body and leave you shaking, leave you screaming his name and running after him to curse him for having you hopeful for his return, waiting for months alone to see him again and listening to his promises, for him to not even manage to greet you in return, but it never came. You wished you could have felt something, anything. But all you felt was empty. You had let yourself believe everything would be fine, trusting his words. Reminding yourself everyday of the last words he spoke to you before. The house, the garden, the flowers. You, him and your children. You were hopeful for it all and now that hope had gone. And instead, everything you had thought before he left, everything you had found yourself worrying about in the night flooded your mind once again. That day you had dreaded had arrived.

He had broken.

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molly-scorey-blog · 8 years ago

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Evaluation 4

In what ways does your opening sequence use , develop or challenge forms and conventions of real media products?

The genre of our opening sequence is romantic comedy, there are a range of different films that show various similarities to our film with the production of major box office films.

Setting

The location of our opening sequence is set in London. We chose to film in London because Erica is represented as an accountant apprentice and working for a major company that operates in London. Mason is an art scholar for the London art college. The superior title of the art college makes Mason sound as though he is a high quality artist who is lucky to go there. The location for our film is to a degree conventional as many films are shot there. Some of these include Notting Hill and Bridget Jones’ Diary. Filming in London seemed like a suitable location because it makes the film relatable to a larger audience. If we was to film in Billericay, not as many people would be able to relate to the storyline. Whereas, London is a USP for which every knows where it is and that its the capital. The shots in London increase the verisimilitude of the narrative and it allows the audience to believe that we travelled to London to film. The atmosphere in London is also lively and busy. The likelihood of both character bumping into each other was slim but added to the storyline and that it was love at first sight if they bumped into each other in London.

The other romantic comedy film that has significant similarity in location is Love, actually. The narrative involving Hugh Grant as the Prime minister is all set in London. The location shots show similarities with our opening sequence, proving it is both conventional and a popular location to film.

Types of shots

In our opening sequence, we wanted to take full advantage of the song that we recorded and included some shots of both characters getting ready at the very beginning. This helped to introduce each character through their personality and built the representation of each one. It allowed us to show clothing choices and how Erica is wearing smart clothing, going to her job. Whereas, Mason was a lot more relaxed, wearing jeans and a printed shirt, showing his creativity.

The film ‘Me Before You’ also has shots of Will getting ready on he morning of the accident. This helped to influence our opening sequence because we wanted to take similar ideas and incorporate it into our opening sequence. we used a lot of over the shoulder shots, illustrated in the image below, to show the facial expressions of the characters as well as there actions. It also provide enigma codes to the audience because the audience will question who they are.

Narrative

The narrative of our opening sequence is inspired by that of ‘Four Weddings And A Funeral.’ In our product, the narrative consists of two character who meet unexpectedly at the train station and repeatedly see each other on various occasions. In our opening sequence, we show both character getting ready for the dat and then leave to go the train station. They see each other at the train station for the first time and have a small conversation on the train and speak about how she is new to the area and he offers to help. She declines his offer and finds her own way around. They later bump into each other. The rest of the story line unfolds when the pair continuously bump into each other and end up together on the idea that its love at first sight.

In Four Weddings and a funeral, the characters played by Hugh Grant and Andie Macdowell represent our main characters as they repeatedly see each other at weddings over and over again. They realise that they have a instant connection thats apparent to both the character and the audience. The final outcome of the film is that both characters end up together.

The narrative of our film. also has many similarites with ‘Friends With Benefits’ Our opening sequencee shows text messages. With this, we was able to make it look like both of the main characters knew eachother. The parallel over the shoulder medium shots also allow us to create the effect that they alredy know eahother. This is very simialr to ‘Friends With Benefits’ because the opening sequence shoes the storys of two different people who i meant ot be meeting their partners. Through editing they lead he audience to beleieve that they are meeting eachothe but in reality, they are meeting completley differnet people. This suprises the audience and keeps them engaged.

characters

the characters within our opening sequence are similar to those in Me Before you and The Fault In our Stars. Augustus waters personality resembles Mason because he has an upbeat and chatty personality whioh allows him to be easy going. Augustus and Hazel automatically get and bounce off of eachother.

In Me Before You, Lou Clarke is represented as a clumsy but quirky individual. She represernts the charactor of mason because he stands out from the crowd of typica business mern that Erica would usually go for. He is different from what shes used to and makes him stand out. he is also an Arts student which shows his creative side and that he has a fun and open personality.

Erica’s character also faces similarites with Mageret Tate from The Proposal. They are both sophiscated women who work hard but fall in love unintentionally.

Editing

Withing our opening sequence, we originally wanted to include character profiles that came up on the screen when Mason and Erica bumped into eachother. Although, we found this to be difficult because the ending scene was too short for the text to come up. We wanted a text to appear on the screen so that the audience could see what is said and make it seem as though both characters already knew eachother. To look like an iphone message, we got the image of the internet. Aswell, we included the iphone message sent sound effect.

Our idea of using the text messages on screen originally came from The Fault in Our Stars. Although, they show the same idea as the audience can read the text, our texts resemble those of the iPhone to show the legitimacy of the text.

Font and Titles

The titles of our opening sequence resembles those of The holiday. We used a similar font that is angular and structured. The titles in the holiday also appear in alternative corners of the screen, usually at the bottom. We have also consecutively placed ur titles alternatively between the bottom left and right corners. We also made sure our font was always the same size and style. This its to make the opening sequence look professional.

sound

The song that we chose for our opening sequence was Starving by Hailee Steinfeld. This is because it is an upbeat and happy song that creates the right atmosphere for our opening sequence.

Conventionally with romantic comedy films, They will use a popular song of the time that has a fast paced tempo and the lyrics of the song relate to the narrative of the film. The film ‘Cant Buy Me Love’ opens with the songh’Cant Buy me Love’ by The Beatles. This not only relates to the title but also provides an upbeat and poastive vibe to the film.

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true...but what if your such white fucking trash garbage and do not deserve her? And that you know that your such a piece of shit and no one deserves you or the BS. So how can somebody love a piece of shit not worth anything but shit 24/7. Would love to change and that for a while now. I stopped coke and porn and would love to fully stop drinking and smoking but I simply can't I need help and willing to accept help since i really would love to change and make her happy she deserves to be happy every minute of the day. And even if the whole fucking Internet hates me I acctually do not give a shit about your diss Orgy here. I Love her...and I really do ! Ok true Boobs are negotiable and if you realy love your wife you woulden't want her to run around with 2160cc.. but I admid I love big tits the bigger the better. I do not understand the problem here and that the WWW is trying to make me feel guilty. I see it this way I respect everybody's sexual Orientation if Gay Trans what so ever! You can have your little 19 years old boyfirend with 65 who cares...! (not ok with pedos though) you can have objectophilia and love the Busstation or your favorite tree or your VIBE. I think if I can bring up the respect and the tolerance so can you and I do not think it's asked to much if you expect something from me to at least give the same in return. I admid I love her breast... there are countless Men out there who dream of having such a wife. I NEVER FORCED her to do this NEVER ! I said I cold live with it and also without since we got a TON of PORNStars out there in the WEB. No my wife said she is not happy that I watch porn sometimes and I admid the truth the whole coke was messing this up big time aswell..true. I asked her since several weeks if she really wants to spend that cash on the tits. I said lets do your USA trip instead and if you feel like doing your boobs we can see Dr Revis and than still have more than 1/2 of the cash we spend on Dr Plovier. My wife was telling me she had pain in hr right breast so an OP was acctually inevitable. I asked her if she would like to reduce her breast instead..she said no. She even insisted and said I love em and I am used to them it would feel like she would miss something. So we decided together so see Dr Plovier since he is europes leading expert in this field of expertise. She decided to go and even came up with nearly 18.000 euros we spend on that trip and I have my doubts where the money came from. Now I acctually even refused going and said we should not do that its too much money. I love you with or with out tits and I really do. Some dreams shoud simply stay dreams. I even refused to go with her to Belgium and said let's not do it and if you still want to go on your own than take your friend mdm Garcia with you fo rtranslating. I even offerd her to take care of all her expenses if she would go. This totally broke out into a serious discussion. I said I prefer you to stay the way you are now than having all the men in this World trying to take you from me. I do not wanted to loose her. Though I admid I said... since your always complaining about housework and me gaming she would have the perfect Arguments do anything she asked me for and I mean who the fuck would want to play Sony Playstation or WOW if she says .. hunney please could you ..Hell I would and I would run. Yes. So now after the Surgery. I asked her everyday like at least several hundred times if she is ok if she can handle it because if not we are still in Belgium and he can do them smaller. I seriously did evryday. I said we can call the Surgens office and simply decrese the volume since that is perfectly do able with expanders thats what they are made for. If too big you can simply decrese volume within in minutes with no further surgery. She denied the whole week. and she really did not want to. I admid I feelt a bit guilty but I was also totally hyped by her breasts and let my self a bit go on Twitter but I asked her if she is ok with it she said yes. And well She got me there with you guys for the 1k likes eventhough that no number compared to pine subs and Likes and views. I married her at the time in a real bad situation it was raining ... really pooring shit down on us from her ex for nearly 6 years. The Kids have been traumatised and that far far more that what ever you guy's say I did. I mean there father pushed it so far that they had to go into Childcustody and that was not because of me! I was not parrent yet ... I was simply ..voila... there you go now handle it! I had no fucking clue about parenting at the time and tryed to help and that made things even worse. But when ever I had to take the fall for her due to her Ex italien boyfriend (and boy! they can be far more exhausting than any White trash Daddy on this planet AMEN.) The Kids are not easy aswell and every week for over years.. seriously years I had to start over bulding up the relationship to them. Again and again and again...rinse and repeat and I did. Usually you grow into parenting and you're usually not just getting haveing 4 Kids and everything instantly but I love her and said I do my best and try hard. That's all I was able to do . I really meant it in a good way and wanted to help her since 4 Kids for singel mother is very though to handle. Now my wife wished for Persephone another child it was the deepest wish from her heart...so I gave in to do the artificial fertilization procedure several times aswell. No husband who loves his wife woud say no to her biggest wish from her heart. Right?! So now I was really excited and also shit scared and paniced a couple of times..true. But I was at one point not able to cope with the whole situation anymore. Now... when I moved in with her I stopped coke at the time coz of her kids..thats true..but it's stilla major brainfuck sometimes if this little voice inside of you talks to you. So I did not even know anybody to get it from in the new town I moved in with her . I swear its the truth since I really wanted to help her and really loved her and if I have to climb down the biggest Swiss Mountain in Town for her.. I would do it and litterally did it... and I would do it again. Anytime. So now the Mountain I am facing at the moment is bigger than anything else I had to handle before and I will take time... I am incapeable to change over night eventhough I wished I could. My depressions and my my constant fear to loose her just is totally messed up and emotionally its a hard fight with myself. Love is worse than drugs sometimes I makes you do things you probably would never do otherwise. And due to my emotional disorder (hey everbody got his handycap at one point so dont give me shit for that please. I was born with this disorder I did not choose to have it. Now I am not really sure if I should thank the Internet for this wake up call or give in into my depressions again. I am not sure yet I will have to sleep over it. So now since she removed the Implants and you have Posted the Photos... Now I would like to know one last thing?! If she already had a new Boyfriend and he moved in with her since a couple of month and lives with her.. than why the hell did she do the augmentation and She new exactly what she was doing. She could have said no. She could have at any given time tell the nurses or Dr Plovier that she would only like to minimal increase of even dercease since she was complaining about pain in her chest. Now the pain in her chest did not come from the implants themselfs... DR Plovier told me we where lucky to come and see him since if it would have gotten worse she would have lost her breast and this is due to cheap surgery done in Serbia. And hell believe me ... I was totally not ok with serbia since she wanted to do the T cut and that would def. made her unhappy in long term: I mean its about beeing well and feeling better and butcher her Breast in a Warzone Sugery room form the beginning 80's. SHe wanted and insisted to do it since it was affordable and her friend Dijana was with that surgeon aswell. She really insited to do it with me or without me. That's the response I got from her at the time. I really want to set things straight here .. I have never forced anything... it was her desicion and she wanted to do it and even got this hughe amount of money for it. Me and my hardcore Alcoholic Prof. friend both told her... to do the USA trip instead she always wished for and we take the kids along and stay a couple of weeks. It would fullfill her 2nd biggest dream after Persephone. So as I mentioned before... i would never say no to her dreams and always support them. Since you shoud live your dreams right?! Both the Prof and her argued that ist not possible with covid to travel through the US and my wife wanted to go to Belgium. I repeat never ever forced anything or her to do anything she is not ok with. I am a piece of shit yes and do not deserve her yes but eventhough I got Limits. Very hard for you guys to undderstand that now and to believe but it's the truth. So now... since the Situation is clear and she already lives with her new boyfriend since month and left me piece of scumbag Whitetrash and with your Super Internet pintree fiasco Shitstorm or let's call it Whitetrashstorm and..though yes I appreciate your help and the fucking wake up call bell you guys just simply smashed down on my head.. which I agree I totally deserve... But since this country is smaller than and has less Citizens than ANY of your Pinetree accounts you so surepass the 8million views and I am Nationwide Nr 2 BIGGEST LOOSER WHITETRASH Example exisiting now besides the Ideot who did the Swiss Porn Snychornisation... I will not find a Job that easy anymore. So since chris clun did brillant work... a bit exagurated at times but it's still funny and yes ..I really translated all the 1600 videos.. I really did. So now the whole World tells me to move my ass..I can not afford going back to IT school eventhough I would really want to graduate and I know that I am capable to do it .. I came untill the Finalexam but did not have the required apprenticeship in an IT comapany and therefore got got accepted with turned out me bing drunk and fucking shit up even worse and even if my Mother said I have Math problems ..(which I acctually do not but simply didn't give a shit in Highschool about Calculus Class) am missing the cash and I will not be able to get a Job in that field that easyl but I will take my chances and try best since I have to come up with child support now and will face a Divorce... So now hear me cry... LOUD! I lost my CHILD (this hurts me very badly and giving birth to a 5 child to grow up with out Father was my greates fear ..Since I really did not have an trational Dad aswell..teaching you how to drill or see you play at a golf tournament. Or give me the needed drill..and holy shit yes.. he maybe should have kicked my lazzy ass HARDER !!! But unfortuneatly I had no opputunity and not the Luck and yes fucked up childhood. My father was working to provide my Mother the most Luxury lifestyle ever ! My Mother lived a Life back in the day shoud would have been most famous Instagram HIgh socity lady exisiting and it was easyier so send me to bording school with emotinal disorder in an Bording School and the only currency in that Private School at that time was cocain and bitches.(Danke Ari das Du mich mit diesem scheiss Zeug angesteckt hast) The ritch Russian guy's where the only Opportunity to tripple my pocket money at the time wich was moderate but not exaggurated. I mean 100 bucks Week in Switzerland is like nothing. I could barely pay my Cigarrets with this money but no chance for out of plan Socialactivity like spending time with School friends in a Pub if I could not afford my Pepsi. Furhtermoe I would like to mention that I never drunk Alcohol not even wine or beer or whats so ever untill my 30th Brithday. My parents know that ! It all started with my Prof totally loosing it with his wife at the time and bascially lived with me for nearly 1 year, he simplay always was around. And he startet to drink exessively and since I concidered him my best friend at the time.. I played along to not let my only bro down. So now this drinking smoking and coking up to help him since he was a total wrack at the time.. useless unable to work things even got worse not able sitt straigh beeing so brainfucked by his Wife.. it was simply overkill for him. Now the drinking becaume somehow slightly and unknowingly a habit..it kind of sneaked in our lives without us even really realising and that's really bad because its not easy to to quit an habit once it's becamme a comman standard. I alwys feelt guilty for him to be honest and last Week when he came over for a visit he was drunk with in 15min I mean totally not even able to hold an conversation and man ..thats so sad. You did not see your friend for a while and are not able to talk with him its like instant drunk and usually he hurst himself in that state or passed out in the wild some where and that hurts me. Really it does. I seriously do not drink if he comes for a visit to be prepaired for the wort csae scenario. My Wife knows that. I lost my family !!! I lost the Love of my Life !!! and I Lost my dignety and my life in Switzerland. I lost all my friends!!! I am Isolated due to beeing a piece of shit !!! Eventhough... I still resisted to take any drugs today since I kinda feelt shit is coming GREAT AGAIN. And my Fear of loosing her and my familiy made me really jealouse and jealousy... drives me sheer mad...insane. It's the most difficult Emotion for me to handle and the more I tried so set things in the right way again and fought for her Love the more it seperated us. And I am not able to handle this like apperently the wohle fucking World can and is soo easy .. but for me ..it is not. It's the hardest thing ever since that's what triggers my Voice telling me do return to old bad habits. It is a vicious cicle and is the most powerfull Deamon inside of me to fight with. NOW .. THE WHOLE FUCKING WEB tells me to move my bloody whitetrash ass and...just do it... But with the Divorce and the emotional stress coming with it.. again is the perfect condition again to drop back into old habits. It's very hard to break this Cicle and will be extremly challenging and will have serious side effects but who cares I am totally fucked up a bit more or less will not matter in my condition at the moment...right?! Emotionally I seriously doubt that I can change over or the next couple of weeks. I will though offically promise to do my best and try as hard as I can to work on me and my whitetrashflixmyvista little white Kartoffel boy ass and already made a little progress it's not much but hey..you got to take the first Step and everything starts with the first Step. Now please ...tell me why did my wife do the Surgery if she did not wanted to do it and already lives with a new Boyfriend together since month wihtou me knowing, We could have spared us the money and all the emotinal bullshit and this Shitstorm. all the lies and all furious outbreaks beeing scared to loose her... since hope dies last right? Maybe the situation would not be that fucked up as it is now. And my child growing up with a different dad.. I wish her and my child and her familie all the best and really hope that she finally get a good man who is capable of what i am sheer uncapable. My Exwife deserves it. The only thing I ASK TO YOU ALL... are 2 things... 1) Please tell my daughter that her Father really loves her and it's not her fault. And that I am very very sorry form the deepest bottom of my heart. I will never be able to make this up to her so please give my wife an helping hand and my Child. and 2) Guy's I know I have to change myself and work hard on me and I know nobody can do this for me...but eventhough the WHOLE WEB hates me knwo and I am branded as Whitetrashdaddy world wide NR 1 (which is accutally quite a title compared to couple of rednecks and Hillbillys out there) I would appreciate a little help here. Yes flame me destroy my Life even more than I did untill now... But I really want to change but I could use a helping hand here...and hey no matter my mistaked and how hard they are... even me the biggest European Whitetrash Kartoffel piece of shit dirtbag...deserves a 2nd chance to set things straight and to be able to pay my child support. She at least ... deserves it. Now I am very sorry and I am very touched and hey thank you for the wakeup call..extrem people need extrem measures right. I hope that at least partially all of you in the WEB and my Exwife can forgive me.. I never had bad intensions towards her or any of you. For those you can not forgive me...fuck you !!! 2160xtimes !!! Do your meams... and do what you got to do and flood the net with my pathetic letter here. Do what you got to do...I deserve it and will take it like a man. But please be moderate and keep my disorder in your thoughts...please do not push it that far that I will do something incredible stupid. My child deserves a Father eventhough if I am shit and incapeble at the moment. I keep faith in that one day I will be able to be a good Father for her. Now thank you all for your time reading this. And hey I've ever somebody is willing to writ a book about how Hardcore Swiss Pirvate Bording Schools have been thoughtout the 90's..let me know I got stroy's to tell better than any Hollywood movie. The crazziest shit always happens in real life any maybe it's good warning for Parents to rethink and not do the same mistakes my Parents did. Thank you.

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chaotickidcat · 4 years ago

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True… but what if your such white fucking trash garbage and do not deserve her? And that you know that your such a piece of shit and no one deserves you or the BS. So how can somebody love a piece of shit not worth anything but shit 24/7. Would love to change and that for a while now. I stopped coke and porn and would love to fully stop drinking and smoking but I simply can't I need help and willing to accept help since i really would love to change and make her happy she deserves to be happy every minute of the day. And even if the whole fucking Internet hates me I acctually do not give a shit about your diss Orgy here. I Love her...and I really do ! Ok true Boobs are negotiable and if you realy love your wife you woulden't want her to run around with 2160cc.. but I admid I love big tits the bigger the better. I do not understand the problem here and that the WWW is trying to make me feel guilty. I see it this way I respect everybody's sexual Orientation if Gay Trans what so ever! You can have your little 19 years old boyfirend with 65 who cares...! (not ok with pedos though) you can have objectophilia and love the Busstation or your favorite tree or your VIBE. I think if I can bring up the respect and the tolerance so can you and I do not think it's asked to much if you expect something from me to at least give the same in return. I admid I love her breast... there are countless Men out there who dream of having such a wife. I NEVER FORCED her to do this NEVER ! I said I cold live with it and also without since we got a TON of PORNStars out there in the WEB. No my wife said she is not happy that I watch porn sometimes and I admid the truth the whole coke was messing this up big time aswell..true. I asked her since several weeks if she really wants to spend that cash on the tits. I said lets do your USA trip instead and if you feel like doing your boobs we can see Dr Revis and than still have more than 1/2 of the cash we spend on Dr Plovier. My wife was telling me she had pain in hr right breast so an OP was acctually inevitable. I asked her if she would like to reduce her breast instead..she said no. She even insisted and said I love em and I am used to them it would feel like she would miss something. So we decided together so see Dr Plovier since he is europes leading expert in this field of expertise. She decided to go and even came up with nearly 18.000 euros we spend on that trip and I have my doubts where the money came from. Now I acctually even refused going and said we should not do that its too much money. I love you with or with out tits and I really do. Some dreams shoud simply stay dreams. I even refused to go with her to Belgium and said let's not do it and if you still want to go on your own than take your friend mdm Garcia with you fo rtranslating. I even offerd her to take care of all her expenses if she would go. This totally broke out into a serious discussion. I said I prefer you to stay the way you are now than having all the men in this World trying to take you from me. I do not wanted to loose her. Though I admid I said... since your always complaining about housework and me gaming she would have the perfect Arguments do anything she asked me for and I mean who the fuck would want to play Sony Playstation or WOW if she says .. hunney please could you ..Hell I would and I would run. Yes. So now after the Surgery. I asked her everyday like at least several hundred times if she is ok if she can handle it because if not we are still in Belgium and he can do them smaller. I seriously did everyday. I said we can Call the Surgens Office and simply decrese the volume since that is perfectly able to do with expanders thats what they are made for. If too big you can simply decrese volume within in minutes with no further surgery. She denied the whole week. and she really did not want to. I admid I feelt a bit guilty but I was also totally hyped by her breasts and let my self a bit go on Twitter but I asked her if she is ok with it she said yes. And well She got me there with you guys for the 1k likes eventhough that no number compared to pine subs and Likes and views. I married her at the time in a real bad situation it was raining ... really pooring shit down on us from her ex for nearly 6 years. The Kids have been traumatised and that far far more that what ever you guy's say I did. I mean there father pushed it so far that they had to go into Childcustody and that was not because of me! I was not parrent yet ... I was simply ..voila... there you go now handle it! I had no fucking clue about parenting at the time and tryed to help and that made things even worse. But when ever I had to take the fall for her due to her Ex italien boyfriend (and boy! they can be far more exhausting than any White trash Daddy on this planet AMEN.) The Kids are not easy aswell and every week for over years.. seriously years I had to start over bulding up the relationship to them. Again and again and again...rinse and repeat and I did. Usually you grow into parenting and you're usually not just getting haveing 4 Kids and everything instantly but I love her and said I do my best and try hard. That's all I was able to do . I really meant it in a good way and wanted to help her since 4 Kids for singel mother is very though to handle. Now my wife wished for Persephone another child it was the deepest wish from her heart...so I gave in to do the artificial fertilization procedure several times aswell. No husband who loves his wife woud say no to her biggest wish from her heart. Right?! So now I was really excited and also shit scared and paniced a couple of times..true. But I was at one point not able to cope with the whole situation anymore. Now... when I moved in with her I stopped coke at the time coz of her kids..thats true..but it's stilla major brainfuck sometimes if this little voice inside of you talks to you. So I did not even know anybody to get it from in the new town I moved in with her . I swear its the truth since I really wanted to help her and really loved her and if I have to climb down the biggest Swiss Mountain in Town for her.. I would do it and litterally did it... and I would do it again. Anytime. So now the Mountain I am facing at the moment is bigger than anything else I had to handle before and I will take time... I am incapeable to change over night eventhough I wished I could. My depressions and my my constant fear to loose her just is totally messed up and emotionally its a hard fight with myself. Love is worse than drugs sometimes I makes you do things you probably would never do otherwise. And due to my emotional disorder ( hey everbody got his handycap at one point so dont give me shit for that please. I was born with this disorder I did not choose to have it. Now I am not really sure if I should thank the Internet for this wake up call or give in into my depressions again. I am not sure yet I will have to sleep over it. So now since she removed the Implants and you have Posted the Photos... Now I would like to know one last thing?! If she already had a new Boyfriend and he moved in with her since a couple of month and lives with her.. than why the hell did she do the augmentation and She new exactly what she was doing. She could have said no. She could have at any given time tell the nurses or Dr Plovier that she would only like to minimal increase of even dercease since she was complaining about pain in her chest. Now the pain in her chest did not come from the implants themselfs... DR Plovier told me we where lucky to come and see him since if it would have gotten worse she would have lost her breast and this is due to cheap surgery done in Serbia. And hell believe me ... I was totally not ok with serbia since she wanted to do the T cut and that would def. made her unhappy in long term: I mean its about beeing well and feeling better and butcher her Breast in a Warzone Sugery room form the beginning 80's. SHe wanted and insisted to do it since it was affordable and her friend Dijana was with that surgeon aswell. She really insited to do it with me or without me. That's the response I got from her at the time. I really want to set things straight here .. I have never forced anything... it was her desicion and she wanted to do it and even got this hughe amount of money for it. Me and my hardcore Alcoholic Prof. friend both told her... to do the USA trip instead she always wished for and we take the kids along and stay a couple of weeks. It would fullfill her 2nd biggest dream after Persephone. So as I mentioned before... i would never say no to her dreams and always support them. Since you shoud live your dreams right?! Both the Prof and her argued that ist not possible with covid to travel through the US and my wife wanted to go to Belgium. I repeat never ever forced anything or her to do anything she is not ok with. I am a piece of shit yes and do not deserve her yes but eventhough I got Limits. Very hard for you guys to undderstand that now and to believe but it's the truth. So now... since the Situation is clear and she already lives with her new boyfriend since month and left me piece of scumbag Whitetrash and with your Super Internet pintree fiasco Shitstorm or let's call it Whitetrashstorm and..though yes I appreciate your help and the fucking wake up call bell you guys just simply smashed down on my head.. which I agree I totally deserve... But since this country is smaller than and has less Citizens than ANY of your Pinetree accounts you so surepass the 8million views and I am Nationwide Nr 2 BIGGEST LOOSER WHITETRASH Example exisiting now besides the Ideot who did the Swiss Porn Snychornisation... I will not find a Job that easy anymore. So since chris clun did brillant work... a bit exagurated at times but it's still funny and yes ..I really translated all the 1600 videos.. I really did. So now the whole World tells me to move my ass..I can not afford going back to IT school eventhough I would really want to graduate and I know that I am capable to do it .. I came untill the Finalexam but did not have the required apprenticeship in an IT comapany and therefore got got accepted with turned out me bing drunk and fucking shit up even worse and even if my Mother said I have Math problems ..(which I acctually do not but simply didn't give a shit in Highschool about Calculus Class) am missing the cash and I will not be able to get a Job in that field that easyl but I will take my chances and try best since I have to come up with child support now and will face a Divorce... So now hear me cry... LOUD! I lost my CHILD (this hurts me very badly and giving birth to a 5 child to grow up with out Father was my greates fear ..Since I really did not have an trational Dad aswell..teaching you how to drill or see you play at a golf tournament. Or give me the needed drill..and holy shit yes.. he maybe should have kicked my lazzy ass HARDER !!! But unfortuneatly I had no opputunity and not the Luck and yes fucked up childhood. My father was working to provide my Mother the most Luxury lifestyle ever ! My Mother lived a Life back in the day shoud would have been most famous Instagram HIgh socity lady exisiting and it was easyier so send me to bording school with emotinal disorder in an Bording School and the only currency in that Private School at that time was cocain and bitches.(Danke Ari das Du mich mit diesem scheiss Zeug angesteckt hast) The ritch Russian guy's where the only Opportunity to tripple my pocket money at the time wich was moderate but not exaggurated. I mean 100 bucks Week in Switzerland is like nothing. I could barely pay my Cigarrets with this money but no chance for out of plan Socialactivity like spending time with School friends in a Pub if I could not afford my Pepsi. Furhtermoe I would like to mention that I never drunk Alcohol not even wine or beer or whats so ever untill my 30th Brithday. My parents know that ! It all started with my Prof totally loosing it with his wife at the time and bascially lived with me for nearly 1 year, he simplay always was around. And he startet to drink exessively and since I concidered him my best friend at the time.. I played along to not let my only bro down. So now this drinking smoking and coking up to help him since he was a total wrack at the time.. useless unable to work things even got worse not able sitt straigh beeing so brainfucked by his Wife.. it was simply overkill for him. Now the drinking becaume somehow slightly and unknowingly a habit..it kind of sneaked in our lives without us even really realising and that's really bad because its not easy to to quit an habit once it's becamme a comman standard. I alwys feelt guilty for him to be honest and last Week when he came over for a visit he was drunk with in 15min I mean totally not even able to hold an conversation and man ..thats so sad. You did not see your friend for a while and are not able to talk with him its like instant drunk and usually he hurst himself in that state or passed out in the wild some where and that hurts me. Really it does. I seriously do not drink if he comes for a visit to be prepaired for the wort csae scenario. My Wife knows that. I lost my family !!! I lost the Love of my Life !!! and I Lost my dignety and my life in Switzerland. I lost all my friends!!! I am Isolated due to beeing a piece of shit !!! Eventhough... I still resisted to take any drugs today since I kinda feelt shit is coming GREAT AGAIN. And my Fear of loosing her and my familiy made me really jealouse and jealousy... drives me sheer mad...insane. It's the most difficult Emotion for me to handle and the more I tried so set things in the right way again and fought for her Love the more it seperated us. And I am not able to handle this like apperently the wohle fucking World can and is soo easy .. but for me ..it is not. It's the hardest thing ever since that's what triggers my Voice telling me do return to old bad habits. It is a vicious cicle and is the most powerfull Deamon inside of me to fight with. NOW .. THE WHOLE FUCKING WEB tells me to move my bloody whitetrash ass and...just do it... But with the Divorce and the emotional stress coming with it.. again is the perfect condition again to drop back into old habits. It's very hard to break this Cicle and will be extremly challenging and will have serious side effects but who cares I am totally fucked up a bit more or less will not matter in my condition at the moment...right?! Emotionally I seriously doubt that I can change over or the next couple of weeks. I will though offically promise to do my best and try as hard as I can to work on me and my whitetrashflixmyvista little white Kartoffel boy ass and already made a little progress it's not much but hey..you got to take the first Step and everything starts with the first Step. Now please ...tell me why did my wife do the Surgery if she did not wanted to do it and already lives with a new Boyfriend together since month wihtou me knowing, We could have spared us the money and all the emotinal bullshit and this Shitstorm. all the lies and all furious outbreaks beeing scared to loose her... since hope dies last right? Maybe the situation would not be that fucked up as it is now. And my child growing up with a different dad.. I wish her and my child and her familie all the best and really hope that she finally get a good man who is capable of what i am sheer uncapable. My Exwife deserves it. The only thing I ASK TO YOU ALL... are 2 things... 1) Please tell my daughter that her Father really loves her and it's not her fault. And that I am very very sorry form the deepest bottom of my heart. I will never be able to make this up to her so please give my wife an helping hand and my Child. and 2) Guy's I know I have to change myself and work hard on me and I know nobody can do this for me...but eventhough the WHOLE WEB hates me knwo and I am branded as Whitetrashdaddy world wide NR 1 (which is accutally quite a title compared to couple of rednecks and Hillbillys out there) I would appreciate a little help here. Yes flame me destroy my Life even more than I did untill now... But I really want to change but I could use a helping hand here...and hey no matter my mistaked and how hard they are... even me the biggest European Whitetrash Kartoffel piece of shit dirtbag...deserves a 2nd chance to set things straight and to be able to pay my child support. She at least ... deserves it. Now I am very sorry and I am very touched and hey thank you for the wakeup call..extrem people need extrem measures right. I hope that at least partially all of you in the WEB and my Exwife can forgive me.. I never had bad intensions towards her or any of you. For those you can not forgive me...fuck you !!! 2160xtimes !!! Do your meams... and do what you got to do and flood the net with my pathetic letter here. Do what you got to do...I deserve it and will take it like a man. But please be moderate and keep my disorder in your thoughts...please do not push it that far that I will do something incredible stupid. My child deserves a Father eventhough if I am shit and incapeble at the moment. I keep faith in that one day I will be able to be a good Father for her. Now thank you all for your time reading this. And hey I've ever somebody is willing to writ a book about how Hardcore Swiss Pirvate Bording Schools have been thoughtout the 90's..let me know I got stroy's to tell better than any Hollywood movie. The crazziest shit always happens in real life any maybe it's good warning for Parents to rethink and not do the same mistakes my Parents did. Thank you.

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