#birthday? i’ve heard a theory that it’s Christmas!

[depression-napping]

In the original Ultimania, it’s the same XD

Even in the most recent Ultimania, Square is like, “We literally don’t know who the fuck this guy is and neither does he.”

[piosplayhouse]

Ayo thank you for your contribution to society and world culture through the SVSSS iceberg, now if you don’t mind can you please explain it? I’ve been in the fandom a while but I swear I’ve never heard of some of these

Sure! Explanations will be sorted under the cut:

SHEN YUAN TIER:

- all items in this tier are either surface level details from the source material or

- daily bingpup is a popular fandom meme (used in the metal gear sense lmfao) started by @ kamkamquats on Twitter that's pretty self explanatory: kam draws and posts a bingpup picture every day! The archive is available here.

I probably should have made this point just bingpup, as I believe his origins precede kam's art, but she certainly boosted his popularity significantly, and now her art and bingpup are canonized with the publishing of the 4th volume English translation of the novel, so I thought it was a fun point!

LUO BINGHE TIER:

- Feynite's au collection: an extremely popular collection of alternate universe fics written by legendary Scum Villain fic author Feynite.

- Scum Villain is a tragedy: an interpretation of the books that poses that from every other perspective besides Shen Yuan's, Scum Villain is an incredibly depressing tragedy.

- Luo Binghe is Airplane's self insert: "Don't asky why Luo Binghe wasn't the embodiment of [Airplane's] ideal man; Luo Binghe's use had primarily been to fulfill his desire to be a badass and get revenge, as well as his desire for wanton [this section has been censored]" (The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System volume 4, page 163).

- Shen Yuan died on his birthday: Shen Yuan's death date is never given in the original novels, but in the first scene of the donghua when he dies while at his computer, you can catch a glimpse at the date reading September 21st (both his birthday and the day svsss was published!)

- Shen Qingqiu's canon fursona: binghe compares sqq to a crane multiple times in the story but is depicted as a cat in fandom much more frequently, leading people to joke about how the fandom disregards his "canon" fursona in the same way bingpup is much more prevalent than sheep binghe.

- Shen Qingqiu can knit: there's official crossover Christmas merchandise that shows all of the mxtx couples participating in different holiday activities: wangxian are decorating a tree, hualian are baking cookies, and shen qingqiu is knitting a scarf for luo binghe.

- Luo Binghe's birthday: Luo Binghe is actually the only main mxtx character that doesn't have a canon birthday. He's noted in the books as being born on "the coldest days of the year", but it's debatable whether this is late December or early January, and there's no specific date from this that we can confirm is his birthday.

- sv manhua's indefinite hiatus: much to the excitement of starved fans, a Scum Villain manhua began publishing in 2019. It ran for a grand total of 3 wonderful weeks before being unceremoniously put on indefinite hiatus because of drama within the fanbase stemming from rumors that the artist/company drawing it actually hated scum villain. It has yet to return.

SHEN JIU TIER:

- Moshang's horrible first time: MXTX stated in a Q&A interview that neither Mobei-Jun nor Shang Qinghua enjoyed their first time having sex together.

- Shen Qingqiu invented maxi pads: the "scum villain pad commercial" is a commercial from the first season of the donghua depicting an exchange where Ning Yingying is self conscious about going out on her period because her sanitary supplies aren't cute, so Shen Qingqiu magics her up some maxi pads.

- Shen Yuan read mpreg yaoi: "#18 Peerless Cucumber [Expert]: Upthread, keep cool. This forum has a lot of Green JJ sisters 😎" (The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System volume 4, page 145). / "''Great Master' Liu! Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky didn't write a green Jinjiang mpreg novel!'" (The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System volume 4, page 295).

- Shen Jiu transmigrated into Shen Yuan: A somewhat popular theory in the fandom that when Shen Jiu died, he transmigrated into modern day Shen Yuan the same way Shen Yuan did to him.

- Cursed monkey island: Cursed monkey island is/was a private discord server made up of very og sv fans that was known for outputting somewhat dark/off-color/weird fics for each other, often with funny porn spoof names and niche concepts. The first fics from there were published in 2018, while the last fic in the collection seems to have been published in 2022, so they might still be active, but I'm not sure.

- Moshang has a 20 year age difference: Shang Qinghua died at at least age 20 (probably older) and since he transmigrated into a baby, he has 20 extra years of consciousness from his first life on the PIDW native characters, who he meets when they're both teenagers in the Airplane extras. Though physically the same age group, he would've been mentally somewhere around 30-40 years old at this point getting bullied by teenagers.

- The microwave: some of the first previews released for the donghua were static turnaround videos of the 3D models set to elevator music -- after these dropped, it was radio silence on the show's status for a long, long time. Fans called these previews "the microwave" because of the static rotation of the models and referred to the time it took for the donghua to come out as "defrosting it in the microwave". There's a fair amount of art/memes from this time period featuring the characters literally inside microwaves, even to the point where people made microwave-themed SV merch. When the donghua finally came out bingqiu were declared "free from the microwave" and a wave of fanart of them destroying microwave prisons emerged.

TIANLANG JUN TIER:

- Wangxian have read resentment of chunshan: in the mdzs audio drama extra episode "Accompanying you to sleep - Lan Wangji", Lan Wangji takes care of a drunk Wei Wuxian by getting him ready for bed. Towards the end of the episode, Wei Wuxian asks Lan Wangji to read him a bedtime story. Lan Wangji says he isn't good at telling stories and Wei Wuxian suggest he reads him The Resentment of Chunshan (bingqiu fanfiction). Unfortunately, Lan Wangji had never heard of it before and thereby could not ASMR it.

- Six Balls x Zhuzhi Lang: a rarepair (also called bamboo balls) written by the lovely Alex here.

- Shen Qingqiu has the protagonist halo: a theory/headcanon suggesting that when Shen Yuan transmigrated, the role of protagonist and subsequent protagonist halo left Luo Binghe and transferred onto him. Often used in angst canon divergences wherein due to the lack of a protagonist halo, Binghe dies from an event he otherwise would have survived because of his story invulnerability.

- Shen Yuan's sister found his dead body: an angst headcanon centering around the idea that Shen Yuan's sister found his dead body rotting in his apartment after he died- very good art made about this here!! (Gore/blood cw)

- Who is zhuzhi lang's dad: we all know zhuzhi-lang's dad was a big snake but what kind of big snake? How big? Why did his mom fuck him? all important questions heavily debated about in this fandom.

MOBEI JUN TIER:

- Every ship is cumplane: we already know Luo Binghe is Airplane's self insert, and Mobei-Jun's cold demeanor is somewhat reminiscent of Peerless Cucumber's tsundere wife-isms, making bingqiu and moshang arguable proto-cumplanes. However, we can go further and argue because Airplane created the entire world of PIDW, all of it in a way reflects him and his feelings, therefore meaning that because it loves Shen Qingqiu and Shen Qingqiu loves it back, every possible PIDW asset x sqq is cumplane in its basest form.

- Original donghua designs: the first pv for the donghua actually featured slightly different designs for bingqiu, which were then changed later in production! You can see the original ones here.

- PIDW is real: someone actually posted PIDW on jjwxc so you can get the real Shen Yuan experience.

SHANG QINGHUA TIER:

- Shen Yuan penetrated into the body of the scum villain: there is a listing for the svsss donghua on Amazon prime video (though no episodes are actually available) which features this banger summary:

 An ordinary youth, Shen Yuan, after reading the novel "Arrogant Gods and Demons' Journey", triggers the mysterious system so that he crosses into the book world and penetrates into the body of villain--Shen Qingqiu. Shen Qingqiu's disciple, Luo Binghe, is the main character of the novel.

- Airplane's foot fetish:

[littlemisssquiggles]

Hey, LMS! Hope you're well. :) Saw a recent RWBY centric question about a certain pine-themed prince, and wanted to posit a question. What would you say of the odds that Oscar's birthday is in December?

Hiya Al. I’ve been mighty fine, thanks. Hope things are as good on your end as well.

To answer your question---I dunno m’fam. Like the Hunger Games, the odds of Oscar being born in December are ever in your favour.

Because in all seriousness, the Pinehead community seems to be divided on where the birthday of our favourite little prince of a smol farm boi would fall.

Over the years, I’ve heard different takes---some (like me in the past wanted him to be an Easter baby born earlier in the year), a few wanted him to be born in August to share his birthday with his fairytale counterpart: Princess Ozma of Oz (which is where I got that idea from) and the rest; who are the majority, want him to be born in December because the popular fan theory is for Oscar to be born either around Christmas or on Christmas Day itself.

So, if the CRWBY showrunners were to leave the decision to pick Oscar’s birthday up to his fans then I think the majority will probably pick December since it's the most popular.

As for this squiggle meister’s hot take on it, while Oscar being a Christmas baby does sound cute…I like the idea of him being born on New Year’s Day over Christmas a lot more for the reference to Baby New Year and Father Time given his whole timeless theme shared with Ozpin and the whole Ozma lineage. But that’s just me.

So yeah, that’s how I see it. Hope this answers your question m’fam!

~LMS (2023)

[imherongraystairstrash]

I wish there were more fics with Jules while he was raising the kids or omfg one where they find a old photo album or something with memories and they’re are flashbacks of Julian and Emma raising them and key moments like Drus 10th birthday, Livvys first period and Emma comforts her and literally anything of Tavvy and they all tell Julian they love him and dru and Tavvy don’t even remember they’re father cause Jules is one. What I’m trying to say is I love your writing please consider this ❤️❤️

Bestieee!! I would have loved to be able to write all of the things you mentioned! But there were simply too many :(( Dru and Tavvy telling Julian they loved him would have been beautiful but this fic would have been super long and all over the place if I included it. I also thought Livvy’s first period was such a nice idea, but I wasn’t able to fit it into the fic. If you're super eager to read it, feel free to send me an ask with just that, and I’ll write it for you! I know this one took super long to publish (I’m so sorry!!) but I hope you like it!

Ficmas day 8— Blackthorn Christmas Memories (ik the title is sooo creative)

Dru felt really out of her element when she heard her family announce they’re presence. She probably looked like a mess and she had definitely spent way too much time scrolling through Instagram reels, watching conspiracy theories and ghost hunting. Now her brain felt fuzzy and her mouth was thick with sleep. She was sprawled on her back, her phone now discarded next to her. She took a deep breath, let it out and got up.

She was greeted with a string of enthusiastic “Dru!”s as she walked down the stairs to greet everyone.

“Hey strangers,” she said, going up to Mark and giving him a hug. “It’s been a hot minute since we’ve last seen each other.”

As she hugged Cristina and Kieran, Mark replied.

“Yes, it has been too long since we’ve visited, what with New York and faerie and then visiting Blackthorn Hall-“

Dru perked up at that. “Oh yeah, I forgot you guys visited! How is it? I heard it was filled with ghosts!”

Kieran shuddered, “it’s a ghastly place, Drusilla. You would love it.”

“Damn, I can’t wait to visit.” Dru said, dreamily.

Cristina chuckled, “I’m sure Emma and Julian have better stories than we do. You’ll have to ask them when they get here.”

Dru smiled at that. For a second, she was afraid they might not come for Christmas. Of course, she loved Helen and Aline, but she had the best memories with Jules and Emma around this time of year. Even though shadowhunters don’t typically celebrate Christmas, the blackthorns weren’t really known for following the rules anyway.

“I can’t believe they’re coming tomorrow.” She said, “It’s been forever since I’ve last seen them.”

“It has, hasn’t it?” Said Mark as they all made their way up the stairs.

“Yeah- oh dude!” Dru said, punching kieran on the shoulder playfully. “We never finished watching the ring! We have to finish it.”

“Oh no, is that the film with the crawling girl?” Kieran shuddered.

“Yeah!” Dru said, smiling widely.

Kieran was the only person who actually watched horror films with her, though Dru didn’t understand why. Sure, he didn’t get half as scared of them as Mark or Emma did, but he did spend most of the time screaming. Watching horror movies with Kieran was entertaining, Dru thought with a smile.

She was so glad everyone was going to be coming back.

…

“Jules!” Tavvy practically screamed, as he sprinted the distance between him and his older brother.

Julian got to his knees and held his arms out for his brother. Tavvy leaped into them, wrapping his arms around Julian’s neck.

“Hey Tavs,” Julian said. “Did you miss me?”

Tavvy had his face pressed to Julian’s neck, but he still nodded.

“Hey, what am I? Beef jerky?” said Emma, laughing.

Dru skipped up to her and hugged her tightly. “We missed both of you.” she said. “A lot.”

Emma smiled. “How’ve you been, baby bat?”

“Honestly, great! The academy is super fun. But I did miss you all.”

“We did too.” said Julian, after Tavvy released his grip on him and ran to hug Emma.

Dru and Julian embraced and she couldn’t help but be happy at being able to hug her brother again. In so many ways, Julian was like her father. She had vague memories of her actual dad and only one of her mom. She knew for Tavvy, Julian was the only father he’d ever known which is why his reaction to his arrival wasn’t strange to any of them.

“Is everyone already here?” Julian asked her.

“Nope. Ty’s not here. But everyone else is!”

“We should probably greet them before they get offended then.” Julian said, smiling.

…

Soon after Ty had come, they’d all been happy at the thought of finally being all together again. It’s been too long and everybody just sort of smiled widely at each other, Tavvy going from person to person, not knowing who to hug.

“This is great!” said Helen. “I can’t believe we’re all actually here. The last time was almost a year ago.”

Damn, it’s been a long time. Before anyone could say anything though, the lights flickered and went out.

“Oh no,” said Kieran. “Please don’t let this be like Drusilla’s movies.”

“Don’t worry, the power goes out every once and a while.” Said Jules.

“I thought the institute was powered by witchlight.” said Aline.

“Yeah, still. I think there’s an institute ghost or something. It happens once every couple of years. I’m surprised it hasn’t happened in the year you’ve been Heads of the institute. Anyway, I’ll get the flashlights.” said Julian.

“Kieran, we’re not going to die, stop clutching my hand like that.” Helen said.

“I’m not clutching your hand.” Kieran said.

“Then who’s— you know what, I don’t even want to know.”

“Do you think this is a sign?” Ty whispered to Dru.

“For what?”

“That too much Blackthorn shouldn’t be in the same room?”

Dru snickered. “Seems like it.” she hesitated before asking very quietly. “Is she here?”

“Yeah.” Ty said. “She says hi.”

Dru smiled. “Hey. I missed you.”

“She missed you too.”

…

“Hey Em, look what I found while looking for flashlights,” said Jules, holding up a leather-bound book.

“No way! You found that?” Emma asked, gasping. “I haven’t seen that in years!”

“What is it?” Asked Cristina.

“I used to make old photo albums! It was a never ending phase of mine.” Emma said wistfully. “Please tell me that’s the Christmas edition.”

Julian turned that book so that they could read the spine that said ‘christmas’ on it in Emma’s elegant calligraphy skills.

“Yes!” she said, reaching her hands out for the book.

Julian gave it to her and she placed it in the center of their circle, flipping through the book.

Helen’s jaw dropped. “You’re kidding me!” she gasped at the first picture.

In it, there was a small Helen, hugging Mark tightly, pressing their cheeks together. Mark looked significantly less enthusiastic at this display of affection.

Cristina laughed so hard at Mark’s face she had tears in her eyes. “You-you look like a grumpy kitten!”

They all started laughing, Helen ruffling Mark’s hair. “My grumpy little brother.” she said affectionately.

Mark waved her away, but was doing his best not to smile, “Okay, that’s enough of that picture.” he said, flipping the page.

The photo next to it was Eleanor Blackthorn holding both Ty and Livvy in one hand while her hand hung over the back of a tiny Julian. He was playing some sort of memory game with Emma, who was dressed in a red dress, her hair in low pigtails. Cordelia, Emma’s mother, was there too, standing in front of Eleanor. Both women were squinting at the camera, as if the flash were blinding them.

“How were you all so adorable?” Said Aline.

Julian shrugged and smiled at the picture of his mother.

…

“Let’s go, Jul,” Eleanor said. “It’s getting late.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to leave him here?” Cordelia said, ruffling Mark’s hair as she passed.

“I would, but Andrew has to go to London tomorrow and I can’t worry about my five children running around every which way.”

“Well, at least promise you’ll ask for help, if you need it.” Cordelia said. “We only have one little Shadowhunter running around, after all.”

“Smile!”

Both women squinted as John Carstairs snapped a photo at them. Ty, who must have gotten frightened by the sudden light, began crying, which prompted Livvy to start crying as well.

“Seriously, John?” Cordelia said, as Eleanor expertly got both babies to settle down.

“I was trying to document this momentous occasion for the children.”

“Couldn’t you have done it at any other time this past evening?” She asked.

John shrugged.

“Yeah, John.” said Andrew, smiling playfully.

John laughed and flipped off the other man.

“Could you get Julian, honey?” Eleanor said to Andrew. “He doesn’t seem to be listening to me.”

“But of course, my lady.” Andrew said. “Let’s go home, Julius.”

Eleanor rolled her eyes as her husband picked him up. Julian wasn’t happy at being separated from Emma, and fussed around, reaching out to her with his hands. Emma looked up at him with wide eyes, as if she were going to cry.

“Geez, you’ll see each other tomorrow.” Andrew said. “Come on, Mark.” He gestured to the blond boy, who was peacefully sitting by the door cross-legged, reading a book.

Eleanor looked around for the missing Blackthorn, and smiled when she found her daydreaming by the fireplace. She gestured to the girl and held out her hand.

Helen snapped out of her haze, grinned and raced over, grabbing hold of the hand of the woman who had been more of a mother to her than the one that had birthed her.

After saying their goodbyes and thanks to the Carstairs, the seven Blackthorns made their way back to the Institute.

…

“I remember that night.” Helen said, smiling nostalgically, before turning the page. They saw a couple of other pictures; of days at the beach, the kids sitting around a Christmas tree, playing card games by the fire. There was even a picture of all of the Blackthorn children crowded around Eleanor, who was in bed, significantly skinnier and paler, with heavy bags under her eyes. They were all smiling. That’s the time she appears in the album. It had been on Christmas eve when she’d passed. Emma’s hand finds Julian’s and she gives it a little squeeze.

There are a couple more pictures after that before John, Cordelia, Andrew, Mark and Helen disappear from the photos as well.

There’s one a year after the Dark War. It’s taken selfie style, Emma grinning widely as the other Blackthorns smile behind her. There’s even a picture with Dru and Livvy posing next to a snoozing Arthur, which made everybody laugh.

“Oh, look, there's a picture of Dru’s 10th birthday here.” Aline said.

“That’s weird, Dru’s birthday is in November,” said Emma.

Kieran looked at Dru. “Are you of the Scorpion Zodiac?”

“Yep!”

“Everything makes sense now.” He said.

Julian scrunched up his eyebrows, trying to figure out why Dru’s birthday picture was there.

…

“What do you want to do for your birthday, Dru?” Emma asked, at the breakfast table. They were all eating pancakes to celebrate.

“I want to watch a movie!” She said excitedly.

“Oh really? Which one?”

“The Nightmare Before Christmas!”

“Ew, isn’t that the creepy Tim Burton movie?” asked Livvy.

Dru frowned at her sister, crossing her arms. “It’s not creepy.”

“Well,” said Emma clapping her hands, “It’s Dru’s birthday, therefore we shall do as Dru wishes. If that’s watching creepy stop motion movies, so be it!”

That’s how, later, the Blackthorns and Emma sat down to watch ‘The Nightmare Before Christmas’ (except for Tavvy, of course, who would have nightmares. He was busy building a city out of books behind the couch, where Julian could see him).

“Is this a Christmas movie, or a Halloween movie?” asked Ty.

“Halloween,” Emma and Livvy said together at the same time that Julian and Dru said “Christmas.”

“Whaat? You’re both on drugs.” Emma said.

“It’s not even scary,” Dru pointed out.

“Neither is hocus pocus.” Livvy said.

“I beg to differ; those fashion choices are terrifying.” Said Emma, “But seriously, how can you guys consider it a Christmas movie? If I had to watch this movie during Christmas, I’d jump out the window. It’s too sad to be watching during Christmas.”

“It’s all about bringing Christmas to Halloween. The whole movie they're basically celebrating their own version of Christmas.” Said Jules.

“If we ever did that, it would be a disaster.” Livvy laughed.

“That would be a nightmare before Christmas.” Ty agreed.

They all went silent, watching the movie. Then, at the same time, they all looked at each other.

“We should totally celebrate Christmas today, but creepy, just like Dru likes it!” Said Emma.

Everybody nodded except for Julian, shaking his head chuckling.

“We’ll even put in the Christmas album!”

“Yeah!” Livvy said.

“Dru-mas.” said Ty.

They all burst out laughing.

“I knew it!” Emma gasped in between laughs. “I knew you had a sense of humor Tiberius Blackthorn.”

Ty looked at her blankly. “I just put two words together. I didn’t intend to make it a joke.”

“Regardless, you’re a comedic genius.” Emma said, pointing to him. “Don’t forget that.”

“Dru-mas!” Tavvy said, cheering.

Julian laughed and looked at his youngest sister. The smile on Dru’s face was brighter than the star on top of any Christmas tree.

…

Julian shrugged. “No clue.” and turned the page.

They all laughed at the various photos, some of which were taken at unfortunate times, like a small Tavvy pulling Julian’s hair or Livvy making a grossed out face at a crab that Ty was holding and smiling at.

They sat there, telling silly anecdotes of those times, when suddenly the lights came back on.

Seeing each other’s faces without having to blind them with a flashlight brought a smile to their faces.

Emma gasped. “We have to take a picture! There’s still space in the book!”

She raced for her camera upstairs before anyone could answer, though nobody wanted to protest.

It was, after all, the perfect addition to all those scattered memories.

...

sry if this was bad. Blame my broken right hand and covid lolll I did the best I could

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Evermore thoughts:

1. Willow

-already off to a chill vibe

-not sure if it’s a love triangle or her and Joe

-“come back stronger than a 90s trend” love it

-the beat almost gives me invisible string vibes

2. Champagne problems

-been waiting for this one all day

-immediately love it

-it sounds like her old stuff but is also so original and new

-dom perignon? Subtle brag

-dorm? This can’t be about her life

-idk why the bridge is reminding me of this is me trying though

-the ending note is so good

3. Gold rush

-immediately a vibe

-poppy than her others, but then again so was TLGAD which was also track 3

-immediately getting the “drinking on the beach with friends and sparklers during the summer and taking pictures with a vintage camera” vibe

4. ‘Tis the damn season

-ok so this is NOT a Christmas song

-as someone who just ended a hometown hookup relationship this song is now my new anthem

-also I just moved across the country so that’s fitting too

-“call me babe got the weekend” “it always leads to you in my hometown”

-I feel attacked

-but in a good way

5. Tolerate it

-is this also about Scott and scooter?

-“so much older and wiser” “use my best colors for your portrait” idk kinda getting my tears ricochet vibes but that could just be what I’m expecting

-leaning against Scott and Scooter the more I hear

-definitely an abusive relationship of some kind though

6. No body, no crime

-without even hearing the song, I’m reminded of the tik tok theory that Haylor committed vehicular manslaughter and have been leaving clues in their songs

-Haim is also friends with Harry so 👀

-hearing the song gives me Before He Cheats vibes though

-“I think he did it but I just can’t prove it” probably not that deep but I’m getting r*pe culture and me too movement vibes

-love the country roots

7. Happiness

-before I listen, I hope this is a marriage proposal announcement song

-ok def not marriage

-kinda peace vibes though (not the feeling the song ofc)

-but this is like the opposite of peace just the slowness gives me peace vibes

-like kinda a good message to remember in break ups that happiness is still possible bc you were happy before the person and can be happy without them too

-“green light of forgiveness” is that a Gatsby reference? Bc Gatsby is hoping the green light will be a big sign to Daisy but she still moves away anyway

8. Dorothea

-I heard the theory that Dorothea is the name of Zigi’s baby i vibe with that it’s a cute song

-don’t really have many comments on this one

-it’s cute but it gives me Hey Stephen vibes in a way and Hey Stephen isn’t my fav

9. Coney Island

-I’ve never heard anything by the National but I’m excited

-another reference to the mall... she did say in the Long Pond Studio Sessions that she was really excited to sing about the mall in August

-initially it’s not my favorite but I think I just need to listen to it again bc I do like the vibe

10. Ivy

-is this why there was ivy in her Insta from last week?

-“my pain fits in the palm of your frozen hand” omg I love that

-the lyrics in this are so beautiful and are almost reminiscent of Cold As You which is lyrically one of my favs (“roots in my dreamland” is like a grown up Cold As You)

-I love hearing Taylor swear

-overall love it

11. Cowboy like me

-this is another one I’ve been waiting for all day long

-love that this is explicit too

-my first thought seeing the name was Closest to a Cowboy her unreleased song from forever ago

-the background music at the beginning sounds like Tim McGraw

-longer than I was expecting

“You’re a bandit like me” reminds me of the lakes for some reason

12. Long story short

-immediately a vibe

-ok is it just me getting a ton of references to her older music?

-like rabbit hole (wonderland) and spinning in high heels (reminds me of both Mirrorball and Holy Ground)

-maybe this a nod to re-recording?

-I’m very tired I may be mishearing things

-the most poppy so far

-“long story short it was the wrong guy” lmao story of my life what a vibe

“Long story short I survived” this song makes me so happy idek why

13. Marjorie

-Track 13 on folklore was a nod to her grandfather and I think this is a nod to her grandmother this is also track 13

-like Marjorie is her grandmother’s name

-as someone who also regrets not appreciating her grandmother enough, this song resonates with me sm

-like I was only 10 when my grandma died and I didn’t realize what I had until she was gone

-so overall hits home super sad song but very beautiful

-love the idea that our loved ones never really leave us

14. Closure

-loving the tracking on this

-this reminds me of a friend break up

-I really like how her past few albums she talks about doing better (IFTYE, the 1)

-possibly about Karlie?

-idk don’t attack me for that just a thought

15. Evermore

-sounds like winter to me

-I like that one of the recurring themes of this album is moving on and realizing the pain won’t last forever and that happiness can come again

-idk is this about the pandemic? Is this about Emily Dickinson whose birthday was yesterday and uses “evermore” as a closing line to one of her famous poems? Is it about Edgar Poe? Whose to say?

-hot take but I like this better than exile

-is Joe playing the piano in this too like he did in exile?

Overall I really like this album it’s so good and compliments folklore but is still uniquely its own

Taylor has done it again

[extremelyblackandwhite]

lover series - cruel summer

Pairing: Endings, Beginnings!Frank x Reader

Warning: swearing

A/N: i watched endings, beginnings yesterday and i have various opinions about it but i think he’d fit the song. hope you guys enjoy it, much love xx

Fever dream high in the quiet of the night, you know that I caught it. Bad, bad boys shiny toy with a price you know that I bought

Frank didn’t know exactly why he decided to come to his niece’s second birthday party. Coming to any celebration held up by his sister was always a cruel reminder of how behind he was to everyone else, it was also an excuse for his mother to try and pair him up with her friends’ daughters.

Right now he was leaning against one of the trees in his sisters’ back garden, drinking scotch from a kid’s novelty cup and trying his best not to light a cigarette. His sister, Clara, had strictly forbidden him from smoking in front of the kids as it would be a bad influence.

He looked around the garden, it was mostly kids and their mothers along with his family, however there was a particular someone serving the kids water and juice, standing behind a pink table. She was wearing a red summer dress with white flowers, a small gold necklace against her collarbone calling even more attention to her figure. She was stunning and he felt offended his mother hadn’t tried to set her up with that girl. 

There she was like a vision of the past, 5 years older with the same carefree, innocent smile that always made you feel like home. It was almost like the past had come to slap him in the face. It was ironic that after he committed the worse mistake of his life and destroyed the only friendship he had, she would come around.

Y/N was Frank’s “the one who got away”. She was Clara’s best friend back in university and had come to stay with them over Christmas, that was when they started a conversation. They’d always tease each other, him by teasing how she would overreact whenever she got something under an A and her about his constant smoking and day drinking. By Clara’s graduation he had grown quite found of Y/N but she left, she left right after graduation. 

He made a bee line to the pink table, empty cup on his hand as he stared at down. Frank wanted to be mad at her but he realised he had no business in being mad at her. 

    - Frank, I didn’t know you were in town. - Y/N didn’t know where to start with him, she didn’t really expected to see him. - Clara said you have moved to the city. 

    - You’re a sight for sore eyes, Y/N. Didn’t picture you as one to help at children’s parties.

   - Didn’t picture you as one to care about your niece, Frank.

   - Of course, I care about my niece.

   - Really? What’s her name?

   - Melanie. 

   - Mallory. - she corrected. - I’m her godmother. Why are you here? I know you dislike your family so you either had a change of heart or more likely, largely fucked up something and are now in hiding. 

   - I’ve always loved your Nancy Drew Theories. - he smirked at her. - I’ve been going to all of my nephews birthday parties and I’ve never seen you around so maybe I should ask what are you doing here?

  - That’s none of your business. - she forcefully placed the jug of juice on the table, going around it to avoid Frank but he followed her around. He always came to his sister’s parties, no matter what they were and he had never seen Y/N there. Rumours were she had moved out of the town, god even the state and Clara refused to speak with Frank, still mad that he had dared to sleep with her best friend. 

  - You disappear for 5 years and now you’re back, I think I deserve an explanation. 

  - Please, Frank. Don’t try to lecture me when you might have or might not have a child with your ex-best friend’s fling. - she turned around forcefully once he let those words out, anger coursing through her veins. She was not gonna be judged by anyone for leaving, much less by him who had done every mistake in the book and been forgiven. 

  - Seriously, Y/N? You weren’t even there and I wouldn’t pass judgement on what I do with my love life when you can’t even get yours straight. 

  - What is that supposed to mean?! - her walking away from him came to a stop as she stood in front of him, arms crossed, lips tight and a glare that could kill a whole entire army by itself. 

  - Are you forgetting about the last time I saw you? You left me in the back of my car and then when I try to call you or message you about what had happened you didn’t pick up. I haven’t heard from you in five years, Y/N. 

  - You out of everyone should know what a one night stand’s all about.

  - It wasn’t a one night stand, Y/N. You chickened out and you left.

  - I didn’t chicken out. - she pointed her finger at him. Everyone in the party had moved away from them as they argued about a night that both of them remembered differently. - Big deal, Frank. You wanted to sleep with me, you slept with me, you got what you wanted. 

  - Why did you leave?

  - Why do you care so much? 

  - Because I loved you and you fucking left, Y/N. I woke up the next morning in the back of my car and you were gone, I asked my sister and she refused to tell me where you were or where to find you, I wrote you every single day for a whole month, I tried calling you and you never got back to me. Ain’t that the worse thing you ever heard?

  - Don’t you think I know that? If I had stayed in that car and had woken up next to you I would have never had the courage to take the job they offered me in London. I would have stayed in that car with you, I would have given it all up for you.

  - What job? You never mentioned a job.

  - Where do you think I’ve been these past years? They offered me a job straight out of university, it paid well, it was a great job and I knew if I told you about it you would try to talk me out of it. I knew that if I woke up in the next morning next to you I wouldn’t have the courage to leave you and I had to. For me. 

  - I would have followed you into London.

  - You are not the settling down kind of guy, Frank. 

 - What are you doing here now, Y/N? Missed your godchild?

 - I got sacked if it makes you happy.

 - It doesn’t make me happy that you got sacked, Y/N. I would have gone to London with you. What the fuck do I have here that would make me wanna stay? You didn’t even gave me the option.

 - Now what, Frank? Do you want me apologise? - she sighed. - Is it gonna make you feel any better if I apologise to you?

 - Let me buy you a drink and then we go from there.

I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you and I, snuck in through the garden gate every night that summer just to seal my fate and I screamed, "For whatever it's worth, I love you, ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?"

[immaturityofthomasastruc]

Hi, I found out about your blog not long ago, but so far I’ve been really enjoying your post about the problems with Thomas and Miraculous overall.

Anyway, I while ago, I some a post on Instagram showing some old tweets about Thomas not wanting to put diversity in the show because of religion.

Apparently, some fans asked for the show to have more characters from other cultures or at least that they would put some muslim extras in the background. But Thomas said he wouldn’t do such a thing because he wanted to protect children from religion. I thought this was very weird since Miraculous already has a Christmas special, witch is a holiday who originated from Jesus Crist birthday.

Unfortunately, I don’t have any print of it, but I think the tweets are still there and I hope I helped you to have more subject to talk.

You’re post are really good and I can’t wait for your review for the rest of season 4

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First off, thank you for the support!

Second, I’ve heard that there are some laws against wearing hijabs in France, so that could be a possible explanation.

As for the Christmas special, I think that got a pass because a lot of media nowadays tends to downplay the religious aspect of the holiday and focus more on the part that encourages spreading good will to others.

Of course, this is just my theory, and I’m open to being disproven about it

[delcat177]

Before New Pokemon Snap

While this game I have waited for for 22 years loads up, before I spend the night playing, I wanna tell tale of my time with the first one.

(The player’s guide is so nostalgic!)

Yon Longe Poste

I was interested in nature photography as a kid. And by interested, I mean kinda really obsessed. My father had been a journalist and had his own interest in nature photography, so after developing some skill on a little plastic snap camera, he did one of the few bond-y things we did when I was a kid and taught me how to use his old 33mm. It was a wonderful thing with a telephoto lens that I’d carry in a case around my neck, snap the lenses back and forth as needed on my daily field ramble. 

Mom had commented on my patience with the snap deal, I would sit by the hummingbird feeder motionless for as long as it took to get shots, and a real field camera took it from the backyard to the woods. I could usually get birds and could always get some Pure Michigan nature, but I was constantly angling for animals--with 24 to 36 shots, depending on how I pooled my allowance, I spent a lot of time hunting for frogs, snakes, turtles, settling for butterflies and my dog. The one time the latter met a big touchy porcupine, I didn’t have my camera and was preoccupied with my poor be’needled boy, and when I went back, it was gone.

So, remembering a family story about how Mom had once found a porcupine chewing on the door because it was trying to get salt out of the wood, I requisitioned a piece of plywood my father promised was extra salty, took the shaker for good measure, and put it back where the needling had happened.

I haunted that spot all summer, but life isn’t as interesting as it can be, and porcupines are nocturnal. It wasn’t safe to be in the woods after dark, we had coyotes, so I took my solace in finding one day that it had, at least, been happily gnawed.

When I saw the first Nintendo Power previews of Pokemon Snap, I went “ah, yes, a blessing from the gods” and started work on a local Christmas cookie empire (different story entirely) to be ready for the release date. June was four months from my birthday and six from Christmas. I needed to be on LOCK.

And when I finally gave over my $63.59 (state tax was six cents) for this limited, low-poly, rail-ride of a game...

...I absolutely adored it like few things I have ever adored. The only thing missing was Oddish, and I was okay with that, kinda, I guess, if they had to.

I played nonstop. If I got bored with the ambience, which was rarely, I put on one of my sister’s CDs--RENT, usually.

Yes, I was listening to RENT at 12.

Until Mom heard La Vie Boheme.

At any rate, I got every last cent’s worth out of it. I filled my Pokedex. My last Pokemon, pulled from a sneak peak at a player’s guide in Wal-Mart, was Muk. I still have creepypasta/Pokegod theories about how Mewtwo was supposed to be in the game (why 63 Pokemon, not 64??). The Album, where you could save your pictures, let you write a few words on your faves, and I did my best to take funny snaps and caption them. The pun “Karp-E Diem” was used.

My skill increased. I learned how to stop the ride indefinitely at the Charmander section and played with them, throwing them apples and seeing how many consecutive heads I could bonk (I think my record was 7?). Then, with a tip in the NP letters session, I found out you could glitch the game by constantly changing direction in the kart, lagging it from moving, so that events timed to the movement went off early. This is the best way to get the most AMAZING shots of Pikachu riding Articuno without hacking, still.

It must have gone on for a year, at least, before I beat the game.

REALLY beat it.

Pokemon Snap is a limited game. Each Pokemon can have a maximum score assigned to it, a cap where it’s simply absolutely perfect in shot.

And for Mew, the highest-scoring Pokemon in the game and the only Pokemon on the last level, I was consistently getting 9900.

But that wasn’t quite right.

The thing is, Professor Oak reviews your shots and tells you exactly why you did or did not get each bonus. To get all bonuses on Mew, she needs to be in the right pose, (a sequence of item throws, easy), exactly in the center (again, easy) and exactly the right size.

The last part is worth 100 points exactly.

If I could have submitted every photo I had of Mew, I would have cleared it out easily and mindlessly. I would have gotten 10000 points, the only five-digit score in the game, somewhere in the 60 snaps I was allotted for the level. She was right in front of me, all I had to do was click-click-click.

But that’s not how the game worked, and this is where it shines. It’s also where I am very curious to see if it’s going to be the same.

Like I said, Pokemon Snap was a limited game. It’s notoriously difficult to emulate, because it uses some advanced jury-rigging of the N64′s capabilities to call and recognize a photo of a Pokemon. To streamline that, and presumably to allow for this precise experience, the player can only select one photo they took of a Pokemon to be reviewed per play.

I wasn’t just trying to catch the perfect shot.

I was trying to find it out of all the shots I took.

Over and over again, I went through the stage, snapped pictures, pored over my album, selected the single entry what I was sure was just right, went to judging. Over and over again, I heard Professor Oak go “whAt a PItY”, in sound byte form. The CDs became necessary to halt murder.

It took weeks. But one day, from sheer little-kid determination, I got my snap. I JITTERED hearing the “Just right!” byte, held my breath--

10,000 points.

The perfect score.

(This isn’t mine, of course, and also is a 9900--that foot is the real problem, so I’m glad to see I’m not alone)

It automatically saved to my best-score slot. I wish I had taken picture-pictures. I felt pride on a deep, genuine level that like my hummingbirds, I had at last gotten just the right moment, had just the right eye.

I’ve honestly been thinking a lot about my father lately. We didn’t have a great relationship when I was in the house with him, but...being a teenage “daughter” and being an adult son are two different things.

And it didn’t stop at Pokemon Snap. After being kicked out of an evangelical school, I started attending classes for high-schoolers at the community college, and Photography was my first. I ended up taking the class four times and passing it twice--I wasn’t bad at the subject, but rather had a hard time getting transportation to the college to do the course work. I had to withdraw the first and second times, pulled a C on the third, and took it one last time as I was graduating to shine up my GPA since I knew I had a reliable car and I could lock in the A.

My sister and my mom, maybe my dad all thought I might end up a wildlife photographer. I professed the interest, and unprofessed it once I started reading about how harsh locales are in that job. I suspected getting bugs up my nose in 110-degree heat wouldn’t be as fun as the idea sounded. Instead, I leaned toward my librarian interests, and now I’m sitting here developing games and writing.

If I could tell myself back then, before all of it, that photography would never make me a dime, would cost me all my allowance on film, would be one of the albatrosses of my college years, and that technology would make all of the practical experience I learned in development a moot point...

...we would both know it was worth every single moment, one moment at a time.

Hekk.

Maybe I should send Dad some photos.

so is it done installing yet

[atths--twice]

Measure of Love

A mysterious card spans the years, until it is opened, and the words inside are tattooed upon a heart.

I posted this last November and God... as I reread it tonight, I remembered why I love it so much. It is so sad and so beautiful. I hope you enjoy the bittersweet ache...

The plain white envelope sat on the desk, a name not written upon it. Scully’s eyes were drawn to it, wondering why it was there and who it was for. It was standard greeting card size, but it was not her birthday, nor was it Mulder’s either. Of course that did not matter, as he very rarely remembered when it was hers and hated to celebrate his own, and so it intrigued her.

She picked it up, and finding it sealed, she knew she could not open it without arousing suspicion, especially if it was not for her. Mulder would tease her mercilessly, feigning shock that she would open something meant for him. Setting it back down, she stepped away from his desk and left the room to meet him for lunch, though her mind continued to wonder.

__________

Lying naked in his bed, his arm wrapped around her waist and his head at her breast as he breathed deeply, she sighed and closed her eyes. These moments with him, as few as they have had, were the ones when she felt whole and complete. Since the first time, it had felt right, exactly as it should have been.

He shifted and sighed in his sleep, pulling her closer, murmuring her name. She smiled, feeling utterly and whole fully loved by him. Not simply as she had been by his kiss, his touch, and the joining of their bodies, but because she always had. Even from the beginning, when it was small and quiet, it was there. Coming together, in more ways than one, had been a natural progression. Slow as it may have been, it was their journey, and she would not have altered a step.

“Sleep, Scully,” he whispered and she smiled again. “Stop thinking so loudly.”

“Not thinking exactly, just…”

“Hmmm,” he answered, turning and pulling her in, limbs tangled and breaths intermingling. She fell silent, breathing in his scent, memorizing the rise and fall of his chest, the way it felt against her cheek. His leg brushed hers and he hummed. “You’re so goddamn soft, Scully. How is it possible for skin to feel like silk?”

She hummed and chuckled, suddenly exhausted, wanting nothing more than to sleep in his arms, to stay in the warm bed forever. “Sleep, Mulder,” she breathed and he laughed quietly. He ran his fingers up and down her back so softly, she could not know for certain if he was truly touching her.

His breathing slowed and his fingers ceased to move. Snuggling in closer, she matched her breaths to his, drowning in the sensory overload of Mulder all around her.

___________________________

The white envelope was on his dining room table, almost as though it was thrown down as an afterthought and with no concern. Standing there without him, the shower running in the bathroom, she was tempted to take it and then open it when she was home alone. She could find another envelope to replace it. Hell, she probably had one amid the drawers of Christmas cards she bought, fully intending to send, but never did.

As she reached to take it, he called her name and she was powerless to ignore it, her hands already reaching to lift her shirt, well his shirt really, over her head to join him in the shower. She dropped it on the floor, her panties following, as she went to surrender herself to his touch once more.

__________

Sobbing, her heart feeling as though it truly might break or had already broken, she could no longer differentiate between the feeling, she lay once more in his bed.

Alone.

It had been days of fruitless searching and hot dry winds. She had been thrown around, left with cuts and bruises, and breaking down in front of her new and unwanted “partner.”

She hated leaving and coming home without him, sure they were close but knowing she had to think of herself and the baby.

His apartment was smelling stale, the air thick and warm, but she did not want to open the windows. Logic no longer prevailed as she thought that the air she was currently gulping in, was the air Mulder had breathed. The last air they had breathed together.

Wrapping herself in the blankets, laying on his pillow, she placed her hand on her still flat stomach, crying softly.

“Mulder… oh Mulder…” she whispered, closing her eyes, feeling cold without his arms around her. “Please, Mulder… please.”

She cried herself to sleep and the next morning she opened the windows, eyes closed, tears on her face, imagining her cries and pleas being pulled from the apartment and reaching his ears.

Wherever he may be.

___________

She stood in his apartment, belly heavy with their child, and shook her head. Months had gone by. Mulder… gone and never coming back, and yet… she could not let go of his apartment. Not when this was his place, where they shared so much, and then… She rubbed her stomach, feeling the baby moving around, and she sighed.

The guys had been over earlier and helped her clean, not wanting it to remain a mess, regardless if Mulder would be back. Byers had continually stopped her from doing too much and even though she had protested, she appreciated his concern. Langly had been efficient and awkward while Frohike’s sad eyes had followed her everywhere.

Walking around the rooms, she could hear Mulder's laugh as she made a joke, see his anger when she would not listen to his theories, and then as she stood in the doorway of his bedroom, she saw them learning to love each other. Physical love expressed where it had previously only been through looks and brief touches.

“Not enough,” she whispered, tears falling down her face. “We didn’t have enough time. So much of it was wasted denying what we both wanted. God, Mulder…” Wiping her eyes, she shook her head and turned around.

She stepped over by the desk and fed the fish, and as she made to leave, an envelope caught her eye and she gasped. It had been months since she had thought of it, the small square object not high on her list of priorities.

Picking it up, she knew she could not open it, not now. What if it was not for her? What if it was for Mulder from some woman she did not know and…? But, what if it was for her and seeing what was inside broke her heart anew?

She set the envelope down, her heart and body heavy, the ache for him so intense she knew it would never abate. Looking around again, she sighed. It was now too clean, and it made her uneasy, needing to get away from the unfamiliar apartment.

As she closed the door, she looked at the room one more time, the dust floating and settling in the late afternoon light. She saw him there, his hands wide as he excitedly explained a theory, a smile on his face.

“Goodbye, Mulder. I’ll be back soon. I… I love you.” Closing the door, she locked it, touching her lips and then the 42. A hand on her belly, she slowly walked down the hall, the echo of his footsteps ringing in her ears.

_______________

“I don’t remember everything that happened to me,” he whispered as he held her, his apartment once again cluttered and smelling of him, his presence larger than life.

Life. Alive.

Her hand moved to his chest, needing to feel his heart beating, despite the fact that she was held within his arms. Her protruding stomach did not allow them to be as close as before, but she did not care.

Thump thump thump.

The steady beat brought tears to her eyes, sure she would never feel it again. Moving her hand up, she grasped the back of his neck, burrowing her nose under his jaw. His face was scratchy, him too tired to shave, and her not caring if he did. She welcomed the feel of it, further tactile proof that he was there, scratchy face and all.

“I know you want to know, Mulder. But I… I don’t care what happened, I just care that you’re here. You’re alive. Mulder… watching you being put into the ground… I… there are not words to express it.” She pulled him as close as she could and he did the same, breathing her name.

“I love you,” she whispered, not caring if he said it back, not needing to hear it, but needing it to be heard.

“Oh Scully, I love you so much,” he whispered and she cried as she felt him doing the same. “I’ve been such an asshole to you when I shouldn’t have been and I’m sorry. I just…” She sniffed and nodded, pulling back to look at him.

“Yes, you were,” she said, and he nodded. “But Jesus Christ, Mulder, look at what you had been through-”

“And you, Scully. Jesus…” He shook his head and she stopped him, holding his head still, her thumb grazing his rough cheek.

“You’re here, Mulder. We’re here. That’s all I need.” He stared at her and nodded. Moving her thumb to his lips, she ran it across them slowly, stopping in the middle. He kissed it, and then her lips, pulling her closer and whispering his love once again.

____________

William was asleep, the apartment quiet. Scully walked into the living room and found Mulder sitting at her desk, shutting the drawer with a sigh.

“Did you need something?” she asked and he shook his head, standing up and turning around. Smiling, he stepped close to her and looked into her eyes.

“No, my needs are met,” he said quietly, reaching for her hands.

“Mulder…” she began, so many things she wanted to say, but he shook his head.

“Not tonight.”

“It’s all we have,” she whispered, very aware of the suitcases sitting in the room, the ones he would take and the ones he would be leaving behind.

“I know,” he whispered with a nod, and those two words held meaning beyond that moment. He squeezed her hands and pulled her close, his arms around her. “I know, Scully.”

Closing her eyes, she relaxed into his embrace.

________

She knew that somewhere in her desk drawer she had stamps, but she could not find them under all the papers inside. The drawers were normally organized and clean, but with Mulder adding some of his own papers and her being tired with William, some things had taken a backseat.

Sighing, she looked once more in the top drawer, taking out the papers within and searching between them for the rogue stamps. Making a pile, she came upon an envelope; a square greeting card sized envelope that had been taped shut. Turning it over, she saw her name written on it in Mulder’s scrawl.

Her heart raced as she realized that this was the card. The card with the previously unnamed envelope that had piqued her curiosity so long ago. Staring at his familiar handwriting, tears filled her eyes. She missed him so much. Sliding her finger carefully under the tape, she lifted the flap and took out the card inside.

It was a card of dark inky blue, golden stars all over it, a giant round yellow moon in the middle, a rocket ship orbiting beside it along with a small yellow heart. Laughing as she cried, she read the words written upon it.

“Love you…” It said at the top. “To the moon…” Inside the moon. “And back…” At the bottom.

“Oh, Mulder.” She shook her head and wiped her eyes.

Opening the card, she saw his handwriting covering every inch of the once blank card. The left side was dated the day before he left and the right was over a year before it. Starting with the right hand side, her vision slightly blurry, she began to read.

Scully

I want to both give this to you privately and while I stand in front of you. I want to see your eyes roll as you read the front, knowing it seems silly and over the top, or over the moon as it were. But I am also aware that beneath the silly words and way I may behave and joke as you read this, there is an underlying truth to what this card says. I do love you, Scully. I have loved you in some capacity since the moment you listened to me and did not run for the hills, never to be seen again. You gave me credibility when others saw nothing but an alien obsessed man, his theories and approach out there among the stars. How could I be considered too crazy if you stuck by my side, my one constant in this world? If I ever do give this to you, I hope I have the nerve to do it standing face-to-face.

Mulder

Setting the card down, she sobbed into her hands, his love washing over her. It was so new then, she could understand his hesitation. But it was also not new, just as he described. He had loved her and she had loved him for so long, yet they denied themselves what they wanted most - to be together.

Wiping her eyes, she picked up the card and took a deep breath, knowing these words would be harder to read and might possibly leave her broken beyond repair.

Scully

I sit here at your desk, listening to you feeding William, your voice soothing his small cries, as I read my own words from what feels like an eternity ago. Much has changed, but not my love for you. Never that. As I packed my things, preparing to start our life together, I found this card that I bought on a whim and decided to write out my thoughts and feelings thinking I was being brave, and yet I never gave it to you. I brought it to the office, brought it home, both places I knew you would be, and yet, my nerve failed me. You were in my bed, in my heart, and yet I could not hand you a card with my words of love written within. What a coward I was, Scully. Such a coward to be afraid of telling you how I feel.

No longer will I be so afraid.

I love you, Scully. To the moon and back and back again. Forever and always.

Mulder

She held the open card to her chest, wishing the ink he used could be absorbed, his love written on her heart, his love pumping in her veins. Pulling it back, she read his words again, touching the words with her fingers, the proof of his love written for eternity.

A cry cut through the silence and she gave a shaky laugh as further proof of his love called for her attention. Wiping her eyes again, she put the card back in the envelope, touched her name written across it, and placed it at the top of the papers in the drawer. Mulder put it there before he left, and there it would stay until he came home and claimed what had been his since the first day she walked into his office.

Her heart.

[welcomethefears]

Days Away - Bucky Barnes x Reader Soulmate AU - Chapter 8

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7  || Part 8 (This is it)

The afternoon was sunny, with beams of light streaming in through the open windows in the shop. Each flower colored the room, sending pastels and dark colors spiraling throughout the primarily creamy walls. At the front desk of this shop stood a (Tall/Short) girl, resting both elbows on the marble, her head in her hands, and a distant look adorning her (s/c) face. It was a dim afternoon, and today her flower shop wasn’t as busy as it usually was. She let out a soft sigh, feeling the sunlight hit and warm her face. She closed her eyes for a split second, taking in all the warmth that the afternoon offered to her.

“(Y/N), you alright?” A voice asked, snapping the girl out of her daze. Said girl open her (e/c) eyes, her gaze falling on the brunette carrying a pot of pale pink roses. Vanessa had a hand on her hip, her green apron blending in with her dark clothing. Her brown eyes sparkled in the afternoon light, watching carefully over her seemingly younger boss. (Y/N) let a soft smile paint itself across her plump lips, letting a soft hum vibrate through her throat.

“I’m fine, just… thinking,” She stated, her melodic voice floating around the store. Vanessa made her way over to the counter, placing the pot down and grabbing (Y/N)’s right arm. The girl struggled a little as her grey knit shawl was pushed down her arm, revealing her glowing numbers that were ticking now, second by second. It was only 3 days until she met them, her soulmate. She sighed dreamily as she thought about the concept, her other half after all this time. She had waited what felt like centuries, watching as all her friends including Vanessa met their soulmates and became just, astonishingly happy. She never thought it was possible, to suddenly become a humanoid ray of sunshine just by meeting someone, but it was clear to her that soulmates defied this logic she had.

“I knew it! Only 3 days? (Y/N) why didn’t you tell me?” Vanessa reprimanded. (Y/N) rolled her eyes, smile somehow getting warmer at the words. She loved Vanessa, she was one of her closest friends, and one of her best employees. Then again, she only hired the best at her store, with Vanessa being assistant manager and two very reliable teenage girls running the desk after school and on weekends. It was little her own little flower family, and she made sure each person knew how much they were valued. It was small things, like gifting them their favourite flowers on their birthdays or buying them all cookies at Christmas. She ran a tight ship at work, so she needed people to know how much she cared. She shook her head, getting caught in her own thoughts again. She loved those in her life already, how was a soulmate going to affect her?

“Yeah, just 3 more, crazy right? Who knew I would get a soulmate!” She exclaimed in reply, a grin spreading across her face. She was always good at hiding her inner turmoil, covering it with an overexcited exterior. Her personality seemed to match that of a twenty-something-year-old, but in reality, she was around 54 years old, a gift she seemed to inherit from her father. Everyone she knew closely knew this, but she had no clue how this would affect her soulmate, she was old enough to experience turmoil yet not old enough to experience a world war. Would her soulmate be younger than her? An old person? She had no clue, but in a way that excited her, the mystery of it all, so she showed this side of her emotions instead of anything else. Her eyes sparkled as she thought this, Vanessa quickly picking up on it, giggling softly at her friend’s innocence.

“You still manage to act like a child, even though you’re much older than I am,” Vanessa shrugged, smiling at (Y/N) as she moved to her work station, collecting and arranging flowers.

“I can’t help it sorry, being youthful is just… exciting I guess,” (Y/N) trailed off, caught in her own thoughts again as the afternoon sun drifted in. She’d be going home soon, tutoring the kids in the afternoon, and helping to cook dinner for them all. Being around children, especially school-aged mutants was exciting for her, watching them develop their skills and powers, as well as their social skills was a highlight of each day. Thinking about it more, she loved the mansion, with all the staff being like a family when she was away from her father or flower shop. The support she experienced as a child and even now as a fully-fledged adult was something she valued tremendously. Although, with a soulmate coming into the picture did that mean she would have to rely on them? Would they even be reliable? Everything was quickly spiraling, becoming something out of hand, lost in them she was snapped back to reality when Vanessa spoke once again.

“Oh, Wade was asking when he’s allowed to come back to the mansion? Says he wants to have a family dinner with everyone,” Vanessa informed, causing a snort to come from (Y/N).

“Never,” She chortled, memory flashing to the last time Deadpool had invaded an x-men dinner. Many of the younger students invited to join the staff dinner were quickly pushed out of the room, and Charles had not been happy about the language and vulgarity some of them had heard. Although ironically both Ellie (Better known as Negasonic teenage warhead) and Yukio had stayed, Yukio being quite the source of gossip for Wade to tap into.

“Come on, could it really hurt that much? I could come with him if that would help,” Vanessa offered, her own thoughts drifting to her fiancé who was even more childish than the woman in front of her.

“Maybe, as long as you don’t get jealous if he starts flirting with Colossus,” (Y/N) giggled, pressing her thumb across the pale pink petal belonging to the tulip she was holding. Banter like this was nice, a great distraction from the possible mess that was thought to arrive in 3 days.

~*~

“Welcome home!” Kitty yelled, jumping on (Y/N) as soon as she had closed the door behind her. While Kitty was one of the youngest teachers (Having only finished schooling a couple of years prior) she was still treated the same way she was when she was a child, since all the older staff had a soft spot for her. And seemingly, Kitty had a soft spot for (Y/N). Hugging back with just as much intensity, (Y/N) rested her head on Kitty’s shoulder, their brown and (H/C) hair pooling together. Pulling apart and leaving the warmth of each other’s touch, the two shared a smile before Kitty took (Y/N)’s hand, dragging her towards the library in the mansion.

“Some of the students are waiting for us, looks like maths and biology. You’ll be able to handle that, right?” Kitty asked, an innocence emanating in through her words. (Y/N) rolled her eyes at this, playfully shoving Kitty softly.

“Hello, anyone in there? Did you forget my powers again space cadet?” (Y/N) teased, linking her arm with Kitty’s in an affectionate manner. Kitty huffed playfully in response, gripping (Y/N)’s arm back in response.

“Of course, I know, it’s just they’re doing cell theory, not botany!” She exclaimed in reply, shaking her head slightly and causing her brown hair to jump with the movement. The two finally came to the library, finding many students chatting loudly to each other with books hardly touched. (Y/N) raised her eyebrow at this, noting how the students hadn’t noticed either of the two adults. Without a word, (Y/N) raised her hand towards the center of the large table, and slowly out of the wood, a large cactus grew, its sharp needles stretching into every corner she allowed it to reach. The students took note of this quickly, turning their attention to the (tall/short) figure which had caused it to occur. (Y/N) smiled lightly, watching over the silent children finally paying attention.

“So, what are we helping with today?” (Y/N) asked, a sweet grin on her face as she looked over all the students before her.

~*~

“Did you really have to grow a cactus on the tables, you could have just called out to them?” Kitty asked, walking down one of the long halls in the mansion with (Y/N). The two had just finished tutoring all the students, a successful session in (Y/N)’s eyes, but so was anytime a student’s face lit up with understanding. Being with others, especially children was always a fun experience for (Y/N), because as much as she looked young if it weren’t for her childish personality it was likely she’d be like her father, a grumpy old man. The students provided an insight into the younger generations, a connection she doubted she would have outside the girls in her flower shop. It wasn’t just that though, it was the fact that the mansion acted as a surrogate family for all these children, a place where they were safe and free to be themselves, and in a way that allowed (Y/N) to do the same. Shrugging her shoulders, she was already back in the moment, her air-headed tendencies pushed aside.

“I felt like it, plus no one really has a mutation like mine, so it’s always nice to show off what I’ve got,” She replied lightly, finally reaching the dining room with Kitty. It was pretty empty seeing as all the kids had eaten already, as well as the teachers who were monitoring them. Not only that, but tonight wasn’t an official dinner, the sort where all the x-men spent the evening together. However, a familiar figure sat at the x-men table alone, her white hair tumbling down her back and contrasting with her rich dark skin. (Y/N)’s face lit up as she saw her best friend, rushing forward to the dining table.

“Ororo! It’s good to see you!” She laughed, engulfing her friend in a hug. Ororo hugged back just as strong, the two laughing quietly to each other. Pulling away they shared a smile, and (Y/N) noticed the age on her face. Sometimes it was hard to acknowledge the fact, but not aging certainly put a damper on some of her relationships. The nature of her powers meant that her healing could only be used on her family and soulmate, so every once in a while, she’d be reminded of this, simply by looking at her aging best friend. It was hard, watching those she was connected to lose their spark and die, but so was the life of a mutant with healing powers. At least she’d always have Deadpool to talk to, knowing she was one of the few who enjoyed his company.

“You saw me last night, what’s the big deal?” Ororo asked, raising an eyebrow at her youthful friend. (Y/N) seemed to fidget at this, not wanting to admit either her thoughts or her dilemma. Ororo didn’t even flinch, a knowing look in her eyes.

“Not long to go I’m guessing?” Ororo asked, pulling up her own sleeve to show off her numbers, slowly ticking down each second. She was close too, but not as close as (Y/N). Automatically (Y/N) copied her friends’ action, pulling her own sleeve up to reveal her mark, glowing brightly on her (s/c) skin.

“Only 3 days, you lucky girl,” Ororo chuckled, rolling her sleeve down as (Y/N) did the same.

“Oh. My. God! Only 3 days, why didn’t you tell me (Y/N)?! Have you told anyone!?” Kitty asked, jumping up and down in excitement behind the two. (Y/N) rubbed the back of her head in embarrassment, letting out a strained laugh.

“I’ve only told Vanessa at the flower shop and now you guys, more than anything I didn’t want to tell my dad, you know how he can be like when it comes to me,” She huffed out softly in reply, dropping her hand and letting it run through her (H/C) hair.

“What am I like?” Came the voice, interrupting the girl talk in the dining room. (Y/N) turned towards the voice, Wolverine walking casually into the room as if nothing was the matter at all. He came over to (Y/N) first, ruffling her hair affectionately.

“How’s my little Howlett going?” Logan asked, standing beside the group of girls.

“Fine, Dad, how was the camp?” (Y/N) asked in reply, sweating under her collar at his sudden appearance.

“Yeah it was fine, some of the little runts had trouble setting up tents, but other than that they were pretty capable.” He informed. (Y/N) looked between the two girls, an obvious difference in their reactions. Kitty watched on fearfully as well, looking as if to keep the secret. Ororo however, looked on encouragingly, waiting for (Y/N) to take the mature option. Swallowing her fears, (Y/N) finally spoke up.

“Dad, I’m meeting my soulmate in 3 days,” She informed, watching as her father’s face morphed into one of surprise.

“Oh,” His reply was simple, and the room was frozen in anticipation. All the girls were quiet, and with the air becoming thicker (Y/N) noticed Kitty slowly sink through the floor, escaping the awkward situation. ‘Damn her,’ (Y/N) thought to herself. Storm seemingly held eye contact with both parties on and off, struggling to decide who needed her attention most.

“Well, dad?” (Y/N) tentatively asked, hoping to pull some answer from him.

“Well… I’m happy for you little Howlett. Hard to believe you’re growing up,” Logan huffed out half-heartedly, making eye-contact with his daughter, a soft smile overtaking his lips no matter how hard he tried to keep up his gruff exterior. (Y/N) let out a sigh of relief, happy enough to at least get that titbit of approval, but knowing her father this wouldn’t be the last she heard of the matter.

“I’m 54 years old now dad, you don’t have to baby me anymore,” (Y/N) giggled with a roll of her eye, squealing as her father suddenly grabbed her in his arms, feeling her (h/c) hair being ruffled around once again. While a small gesture, the short contact she had with her father like this meant everything. He hadn’t meant to, she always thought, hadn’t meant to leave her in the care of the X-men for her childhood, but that was just how it was. So moments like this, when he was actually in her life, and his contact kept her in reality, meant practically the universe.

“Yeah, but ya act like one, might as well treat ya like one,” Logan grinned, letting his daughter go from his arms. (Y/N) found herself unsure of how she felt about this, in one way she felt like she needed the contact, something to lean on, yet leaving her father’s arms was her future still to come. Logan muttered a quick goodnight, snapping (Y/N) from her trance as she whispered the same back. She watched as he left, yet she felt no weight off her shoulders. He knew now, that was great, but something still wasn’t right.

“Earth to (Y/N), you going to stand here all night or head to bed, it’s already 10 pm and you have work tomorrow, right?” Ororo asked, placing a shoulder delicately on her shoulder. The warmth presented was inviting, and (Y/N) realized that it was something she always craved, but seemingly more so lately. This soulmate business was certainly getting to her.

“Hmm? Oh yes, I do, I’ll follow you towards the rooms,” (Y/N) answered simply, trying to hide her disappointment when Ororo’s hand left her shoulder.

“Hey, to celebrate your soulmate do you want to get some coffee tomorrow. That little place a couple of blocks from your work? It’s the only time I’m free with everything going on, and I’m sure Vanessa can handle the shop for a while,” Ororo suggested, making (Y/N)’s (e/c) eyes light up with joy. She nodded vigorously, excitement overtaking her in a child-like manner.

“That sounds wonderful! I can’t wait to see you, then I can finally sit down and have a good talk with you,” (Y/N) suggested. Spending time with Storm as a normal civilian was almost a dream come true oddly enough.

The two finally parted ways at (Y/N)’s room, and after saying goodnight for the final time, she softly closed her door. Her room had become her own at the mansion after a couple of decades of living in it. A permanent resident she seemed to be, and not that she minded but it wasn’t truly hers. It was Charles’ home, it was the children’s home. But not hers. With these thoughts clouding her mind as she pulled her quilt over herself, she couldn’t help but let the storm in her mind to wander towards her soulmate. (Y/N) had hardly had a boyfriend let alone felt love truly for anyone but her friends. Yet, she was optimistic. Surely a soulmate was like the legends, another half to herself, a completion to her as a person. With hope she thought about them, wondering what they were like, who they could be if they liked mutants. Thoughts about her fated swam around, clouding all judgment she had as she was lulled into slumber. Before she finally drifted off, she made a quiet promise.

To do anything for her soulmate, even move the heavens if she had to.

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[phddyke]

I feel weirdly guilty complaining about him to my friends so....I guess I’ll just do it here? Anyway my dad is such a fucking pain, it’s literally Christmas Eve and his car is in the shop and he’s “working anyway” so he’s not even bothering to visit. He’s coming a day or two after Christmas but idk for what purpose because he “doesn’t have enough money” to buy my brother and I Christmas presents 🙃 Where that man’s money goes I will truly never know. He’s lived at his fathers house for 3 years and although he might be charging him rent now, he definitely had at least a year and a half rent free. I’m not even sure if he buys his own groceries. I genuinely wonder if he has a secret gambling problem or spends it on women sometimes because I am honestly confounded. Anyway he “doesn’t have money” because he couldn’t plan ahead for something if his life depended on it, and he just got fired for the 20+ job he’s been fired from (no I am not exaggerating here) because his boss had a no politics talk at work rule, and he heard her discussing some crazy pro Trump conspiracy theory with a customer and was like “uhhh I thought it was no politics at work??” Like wow what a genius move sir I’m sure she was immediately like wow I’m so completely in the wrong right now! Why don’t I donate $27 to AOC while I’m at it. Oh and apparently the drawer was $20 short but he “doesn’t believe them” like afjjahkkarj WHAT. The last time the two of us even “hung out” he was picking me up from the train station and charged me $20 for this “favor” for gas and tolls (really), asked me to borrow $100 and informed me I’m not getting Christmas presents. He still owes me the $100—he asks me to borrow money like every 2 weeks—and my brother and I spent $114.82 EACH on him for his Christmas present. I literally make $622.74 a month as a graduate student which frankly should be illegal and I bought presents for EVERYONE. I’m telling him he can’t borrow money anymore and if he doesn’t visit me in Nashville I don’t give a shit, the fact that I even invited him to crash on my couch for a few days just tells me I’m a moron in every way shape and form. I will never learn. And I’ve wanted to complain about this SO MUCH to my mom but it’s really not fair to drag her into it since they’re split. I bet she’s thankful every single day she left this guy. When they divorced he had been fired from 16 jobs (she counted), and here he is getting fired from more jobs, without his own place and with a piece of shit car that shakes so violently whenever he’s on the highway with me it feels like death is imminent. She on the other hand bought her own house, has a regular car that works great, a vintage car for fun (that also works great), a fiancée who’s retired but has enough savings to pull his weight and actually does his share of cleaning the house, and a huge fucking engagement ring. Like talk about a glo up?? And now she doesn’t have to deal with my pos grandfather who literally didn’t give me a birthday, graduation (it was my fucking MASTERS degree), and definitely he isn’t going to give a Christmas present either. And why? Well we didn’t hang out during any of those times bc of COVID which I’m not disagreeing with but if we don’t hang out he won’t give a gift. This dude is also rich af and gives the most sickeningly paltry amounts. Like father like son I guess lmfao my dad didn’t give me a cent for graduation either. Genuinely how did women in past decades not just fucking snap?? Cause I feel close to snapping every goddamn day. I swear if my dad has the nerve to tell me I’m overweight AGAIN when we hang out I’m gonna lose it on him

[bluestar22x]

Spoiler Talk About SPN’s Last 7

Argh. I’ve been reading spoilers on SpoilerTV and I am getting frustrated with the spn writers again (I’ve been frustrated with the whole world at this point of the year, but that’s another matter). The synopsis of episodes 15x14 - 15x17 are all out so far on SpoilerTV. I’m going to discuss those below so you may want to read the synopsis for those episodes, otherwise you may be confused by this post (I can clarify though if people rather message me or @ me ).

Let’s dive in:

15x14/Tonight’s episode should be a nice Team Free Will 2.0 episode - I hear they’ll be celebrating every major holiday at once - from the looks of it: their birthdays, Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas. I sense a lot of fun coming and sweet scenes. I dig it.

15x15 should hopefully be a good main arc episode involving Amara (are they going to ask her if they can kill her so they can kill her brother though? lol - I kid). It’s also going to be fun seeing Cas and Jack team up on a case (More like Awesome! - cause we haven’t seen that yet, just heard about it).

15x16 should at least be a decent Winchester Bro episode - childhood flashbacks are usually interesting.

And then we get to 15x17 where Sam and Cas team up on research while Dean and Jack road trip to do the last ritual thing Jack needs to do in order to kill Chuck. Okay, I think this sounds great. On its own I love the idea. And apparently Sam and Cas disagree with what Dean and Jack go off to do, I’m guessing because it likely puts Jack at great risk (though this whole thing is risky period) and that’s so perfectly them. Sam and Cas would be the ones to want to protect Jack, while Dean goes “the kid’s got to do what the kid’s got to do”). And Dean and Jack certainly need to talk more. I’m also up for more Sam and Cas just to remind people Sam is Cas’ friend too. Sharing is caring. :P

But who’s willing to bet with me that after Cas and Dean get their episodes with Jack, Sam gets nothing except maybe a scene or two w/Jack? Me! Me! Who’s with me?

Cas apparently isn’t in 15x18 (people think he’ll die but I’m not convinced it’ll be before 15x19 - if he does die at all - or maybe it’s just another a temporary death). If he’s missing, and it’s not cause he died, chances are Jack won’t be in that episode either (if someone knows whether Alex was filming when Misha wasn’t, please let me know!) So if that’s the case and Jack isn’t in the episode either, then that means there’s no way Sam’s getting his own episode story with Jack like Dean and Cas did. (I’m not looking forward to the synopsis for this episode).

There is no way 15x19 and 15x20 are going to dedicate time to Sam being alone with Jack for more than 5 minutes, if that. 15x19 is supposed to be like a season finale, and 15x20 is of course the series finale. Those are going to be Team Free Will 2.0 and Winchester brother focused (rightly so!). They aren’t going to dedicate a ton of time to the show’s two-character relationships besides Dean and Sam’s.

So if Sam and Jack don’t have a plot in the 15x18 episode, that’s basically it, and that bothers me a lot because it’s unbalanced. Both Cas and Dean have recognized the bond Sam and Jack share several times (and Lucifer was jealous of it!). It’s different from Cas’ relationship with him (the adoptive dad who’s been on his team even before he was born) and his with Dean’s (the adoptive dad who he sneaked up on/won over). Sam really relates with Jack, and was the only person really there for him when he was just born (at no fault to Cas since he was dead and couldn’t help that). Time and time we’ve been shown they have a special connection.

But ever since mid-season 14 (some would argue earlier) Sam and Jack’s relationship has been really pushed aside and it’s just not fair. I’ve been a Dean girl ever since I was 12 (that was a long time ago btw) but I share a lot of personality/characteristics with Sam so I have this need for him to have his fair share - especially when we’re talking about a relationship that has been established so beautifully (they ripped my heart out when Jack died the 1st time in 14x08 and was kidnapped in 14x09 - the echoey yelling each other’s names jeez help me!).

The hug is really the only juicy Sam and Jack scene we’ve had this season so far and that wouldn’t be such a huge issue if it didn’t look like that would be their best scene this season (it was awesome, but where’s the bonding?). I hope all is not as it seems, but I don’t have much faith in the writers being fair, so I am not holding my breath while I pray to be wrong in my theory.

Anyway, I just needed to vent my concerns a bit. I’m on my way of tumblr now. Can’t watch tonight’s episode until tomorrow, but I’ll be back later to collect gifs anyway, before they get hard to find. Next week I should be live watching and posting on tumblr during it.

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Exerpts From the Personal Rantings of the Apocalypse Child

Day 1

April fools. Very funny guys, you can come out now.

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Day 2

I think I’ve actually adjusted to this whole thing. I’ve got a wagon, a friend to keep me from going crazy, assuming I really am the only person left alive, and an umbrella. Good start.

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Day 3

I tried to jump today, but I couldn’t do it. I honestly don’t know why. Maybe it’s for the best. Clearly I needed to calculate my jumps, and after jumping at random four times, I probably completely warped whatever sense of time my being might have had. I’m not going to try again until I can figure this out mathematically. I may be an idiot, but math is never wrong.

I’ll bet Dad is laughing somewhere under all this rubble.

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Day 4

I found them. If they didn’t make it, no one did. Except maybe whoever killed them. Note: Ben and Vanya weren’t there. Or me. Would I be there if I get back to the past (my present) in the future? I’m gonna lose my mind.

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Day 5

Buried them. Had nothing to say. I didn’t even know them anymore. I don’t know who they became. [something illegible, scratched out]

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Day 7

Good news: Ben didn’t die in the apocalypse. Bad news: he died way before he should have. Figures. Still haven’t found Vanya. Found her book, though. It’s a tough read. I’m almost glad I missed all that drama, but I really miss them. Even Dad, may his soul burn for all eternity.

Haven’t figured out the cause of it all, yet. I want to say nuclear, but I guess I’ll find out. If it is, destruction of this magnitude means I should be dead of radiation poisoning in a week or two, and that’s being generous on my behalf. I can’t tell if my queasiness is radiation poisoning or that spam I ate yesterday.

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Day 10

I’m beginning to doubt the nuclear war theory. I saw a rat yesterday. It had a normal amount of heads and legs, and it wasn’t dead. I guess we’ll see.

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Day 22

I’m not dead. I’m gonna go ahead and rule out nuclear war. I wonder if I could build something nuclear powered to enhance my ability and launch me back in time? Unlikely, but what have I got to lose?

Still haven’t found Vanya, but even if I did I wouldn’t be able to recognize her at this point. She isn’t alive, at any rate. Guess it’s just me. And Delores.

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Day 41

Delores is really starting to grow on me. It’s scaring me. Almost more than literally everything else on this godforsaken husk of a planet.

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Day 79

Just went two days without water. I thought I saw someone, but I’m pretty sure it was just a hallucination. Unfortunately, I followed that hallucination into a ditch and woke up a whole quarter mile away from the wagon. Got back just fine, and found a bottle of water to boot. Nothing missing when I returned. Delores kept good watch, but would it be too much to ask to let me know when I’m wandering off?

Mannequins, am I right?

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Day 120

Nothing is working. Granted, I doubt I’ve tried everything. Delores keeps telling to keep my chin up and my brain on. Easy for her to say—her chin is plastered up and she has no brain.

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Day 183

Happy birthday.

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Day 217

Almost lost a hand today. Man may die, but machines will soldier on for at least another year, or so I discovered. Delores tells me I should be grateful, because she’s a triple paraplegic and has no hair. Her exact words. She’s so dramatic.

It’s getting really frickin cold. I may die soon. I’ll keep you posted.

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Day 235

It’d be easier to stay alive if I could keep this fire going and it’d be easier to do that if this infernal wind would cease for once.

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Day 268

Merry Christmas. Found Delores a new blouse today. Blue with little white reindeers on it. She said it was cheesy but she liked it anyway. She didn’t get me anything, but her company is enough of a gift.

It is very, very cold now, and from what I can tell, it’s just getting colder.

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Day 275

New year, new me.

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Day 293

I wish I’d paid better attention in frostbite class. I can’t feel my hands. Delores mocks me from within her plastic corpse-like interior. I almost wish the world was on fire again. At least I’d be frickin warm.

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Day 315

Why am I writing this? Only Delores and I can read it. Delores says that’s probably for the best. I can’t tell if that’s an insult.

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Day 340

I heard a bird today. I thought I was hearing things again, but Delores said she heard it too. It chirped twice. It was probably one of the most amazing things I’ve ever heard.

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Day 362

I decided I’m not smart enough Delores says to say “well versed enough” in the art of math to really pinpoint my time trajectory. I’m gonna teach myself math until there’s no more math left to learn, and then I’m gonna create new math. I’m gonna get home, if it kills me.

Shut up Delores.

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On AO3 now yeet

[fisheoctrashdump]

Ezra 1-20 ewewewewe

Holiday

Kinda like with Caleb, I imagine Ezra really disliking Christmas. Every year around his birthday and Christmas he gets pretty depressed and avoids Christmas themed stuff, but it's so hard to do when it's just…. Everywhere. He can't really get excited for his birthday, either.

He has to celebrate with his mother every year, and this includes going back to their church. Despite this, he tries to give his friends, partners, and Devon gifts and pretend like he's not writhing in agony on the inside.

His favorite holiday… I'm not sure. I feel like other people's birthdays would be the most important to him.

Cooking

Ezra is actually a decent cook, but he doesn't have much time to do it. He does enjoy cooking, though.

Sleeping

He refuses sleep constantly. When he actually goes to bed (whether willingly or forced), Ezra is a very peaceful sleeper. He doesn't move much, and he doesn't snore or anything. The only abnormal thing about his sleeping is that he occasionally sleepwalks to other rooms.

Driving

He can drive, but he just…. Really prefers not to. He does everything he can to avoid it lol pretty much all of his partners have gotten used to driving Ezra around everywhere.

Bathing/showering

So, Ezra has super oily hair. He has to wash his hair literally everyday, or his hair will look and feel greasy. On the days he doesn't have time and skips showering, he wears a hat to cover his hair.

He takes boiling hot showers and he doesn't waste any time. Ezra finishes a shower in like five minutes, but he wasn't always like that. In high school he used to spend a lot of time in the shower lol

Hugging

When Ezra is feeling an overflow of emotions about someone or something, he hugs. It's usually one where he holds tight to the other person as if they are the only thing holding him together. (And in a way, they are.)

He hugs certain people more than others, of course. Ezra doesn't feel quite as comfortable hugging Amber in the same way he does Damon or Venus.

Kissing

Ezra loves getting kisses from his partners, but he is an anxious kisser. I imagine him being the kind of person to ask for permission before kissing someone, and he probably still does that with his newer partners.

Sex

You wouldn't expect Ezra to be as kinky as he is. It's genuinely surprising to his partners when he discusses sex with them the first time (except for Amber, who was never really told what Ezra was into, she just kinda tried stuff out and figured out what stuck.)

Despite this, Ezra actually doesn't like having sex often. He has a lot of other ways he'd rather be spending his free time until he actually gets in the mood.

General physical contact

Ezra has been very affectionate with the people he loves pretty much his whole life. He very often sits close to people or leans against them. It's comforting. He often holds people longer than they're comfortable or is convenient. (For example, Casey wants to grab a water, but Ezra refuses to let go of his hand so he follows Casey to the kitchen)

Very clingy boi.

Physical appearance

I have already done a picture for him before, and also have described in his character sheet, but here's a recap/extra info

He's 5'3, making him shorter than all of his friends and partners

As a kid he pretty much always had his hair shaved in a buzz cut, but he always wanted to grow his hair out as long as Venus and Casey's. Currently his hair is chin length, but it will end up being about waist length before he's satisfied.

Wardrobe

So for this one I'm just gonna cheat and steal what I already wrote on his character sheet lol

He's currently trying to figure out his style, because between Hannah and Amber's influence on him, he doesn't really know what he wants anymore. He's been experimenting with different clothing, leading to some pretty awful outfits at times, but he's recently found himself more comfortable in v necks and sweater jackets / denim jackets. He wears a red beanie that Amber made for him often, but not all the time.

Sometimes he will take off with one of Casey's denim jackets, and wear it constantly until Casey asks for it back

It's also not uncommon to see Ezra leave the house in his pajamas, especially when going to class. He looks for low effort outfits so he has more time for other stuff (like laying in bed before school and regretting only having three hours of sleep in two days)

Jewelry

His ears are stretched to a 2mm size. I doubt he will get any other kind of piercings, and will probably take his gauges out at some point, but still use earrings (probably just plain colored studs)

I can see him wearing other kinds of jewelry, but I guess it really just depends. I'm not sure how he would decide to wear jewelry though, or what it would be

Nickname

A lot of people call him Ez, and he's heard Ezzy a couple times through his life, but Grant uses Ezzy as a nickname for him the most.

I've been imagining Venus and Ezra having special nicknames they use for each other that no one else uses but them, but I still haven't been able to figure out what they would be.

Damon and Grant call him sea star, and Ezra melts everytime they do ;w;

Dancing

He was forced to learn a bunch of different dances while in gym class in high school, but he was pretty garbage at it lol he doesn't dance much unless asked to

Singing

Ezra doesn't sing much. He used to sing for his church's choir after his mother asked him to (but he didn't really feel like he had a choice.)

He understands basic music theory and can sing a song he's never heard before just by looking at the sheet music.

Currently, Damon and Grant will beg Ezra to sing with them when a good song starts playing or something, but Ezra purposely sings either too quietly to be heard, or really badly.

Anger

Honestly, Ezra has a lot of buried anger he has yet to work through. He has anger towards pretty much everyone in his life, some more deserving than others. Most of his anger is for his mother, but he even has some directed towards people like Casey and Venus.

Ezra doesn't want to hurt anyone, so he feels his anger is a big inconvenience and something that will only cause harm to him and his relationships. He refuses to open up about the things angering him as well, so he's just… stuck feeling the way he does, with no clear way to resolve anything without upsetting others.

Soft spot

All his partners, but… especially Venus, Casey, and Amber.

Sea slugs. He has a lot of different types he loves, and he finds them super adorable.

Sharks. He has a lot of shark related things, including a big shark plush that sits in the corner of the gramoambra room. He named it Goomba.

Fish in general. He loves pet fish the most, because he thinks they're pretty and enjoys watching them swim around in the aquarium.

Devon and Arianna

Music, especially if it's played for him. (Like when Damon starts playing a song, but someone turning on a song from youtube or whatever specifically for Ezra has the same effect.)

Watching movies inside of blanket forts uwu

When Ezra finally sees his dad again, his dad and younger brothers are

Video games, especially ones from his childhood

Favorite possession

I've been imagining Ezra and Venus having a specific favorite movie that they've seen over and over, something they could quote the entire script to. The DVD for the movie is something they have passed back and forth over the years they've known each other, but it landed in Ezra's possession last before they stopped talking. That DVD is his favorite. He watched it a few times when he started thinking about Venus and wanted to feel closer to her.

Some other things are

Goomba! ;w;

The red beanie Amber made for him

Devon's drawing she made for him while she was in elementary school.

The seashell collection he inherited from Rose (including the one unbroken seashell Ezra found with his dad on the beach before they weren't allowed to see each other anymore)

Favorite photograph

A picture of him and Osmin on the beach together from years ago when he was still a kid.

Relationship with ___

Devon

When Devon was born, Ezra wasn't very pleased by her existence at all. When he was younger, Ezra often blamed Devon for some of his issues with his mother. Ezra was often treated more unfairly by his mom and stepdad, while Devon was treated better. He held a lot of resentment towards her as a result, and their relationship suffered because of this.

Things didn't improve between them until Ezra told his family he wanted to move out while he was in college so that he was closer to his new school. Devon was really upset by this, and she told Ezra she didn't want him to leave. He still did, but he promised her he would see her often.

As their relationship improved, and as Devon got older, Ezra began to realize that he had been blaming Devon for something she had no control of. And even with their parent's favoritism towards Devon, she was still miserable living with them.

Currently, Ezra has been trying to provide some kind of relief to Devon in whatever way he can. He feels bad, because he wishes he could do more or get her out of that situation. Considering Ezra still hasn't gained the confidence to walk away from his mother himself, he doesn't see a way out for either of them.

[idreamofhazeleyes]

Ties in Blood -- Chapter 34

Notes: Yeah, I’m taking longer than usual in getting the chapters/drabbles up.

@mrswhozeewhatsis  @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @squirrelnotsam @impala-dreamer @optimisticpeacecollector5 @bamby0304 @kittenofdoomage @idreamofplaid

Chapter 34

“There’s no way there’s angels,” Aaliyah argued.

“Then what else could it be?” Sam countered.

Aaliyah had been pacing Bobby’s living room where he sat at his desk, Sam sat in a chair with Dean standing not far from.

“All I know is that I wasn’t groped by an angel,” Dean tossed into the conversation.

“Okay, Dean. But what would this Castiel have to lie to you about it?” Sam asked.

“Maybe he’s some kind of demon. They lie.”

“A demon that’s immune to salt rounds, devil’s traps, and Ruby’s knife,” Aaliyah said, her pacing coming to a stop. “Lilith’s afraid of that thing.”

“Don’t you think at one point a hunter … you know … woulda seen one?” Dean asked them both.

“You did,” Aaliyah pointed out.

“I’m trying to figure out a theory here; work with me,” Dean pled. “One with less fairy dust.”

“Okay, look.” Sam leaned forward in the chair. “I’m not saying we know for sure. I’m just saying that we …”

“That’s the point, we don’t know for sure. So I’m not gonna believe that this … thing’s an angel of the Lord just because it says it is.”

“You three chuckleheads gonna argue religion, or come look at this?” Bobby called over to them.

Aaliyah looked over at the older hunter and walked over to look at what was laid out.

“I got stacks of lore,” he started. “Biblical, pre-Biblical. Hell, some of it’s in cuneiform. It all says that an angel can snatch a soul from the Pit.”

“What else?” Dean prodded. “What else can it do?”

“Air lift your ass outta hell? Nothing.”

“This is good news,” Sam said.

“How’s this good news?” Aaliyah asked.

“For once this isn’t demon crap. He was saved by the good guys.”

“Say it is true,” Dean jumped in. “Then what? There’s a God?”

“At this point, Vegas’ money’s on yeah,” Bobby said.

“I don’t know, guys.” Dean took a few steps away from the desk.

“I know you’re not all choir boy about this,” Sam said. “But it’s becoming less about belief and more about proof.”

“Proof?” Aaliyah questioned; her eyes narrowed. “What proof?” She heard Dean join them back at the desk.

“That there’s a God out there …”

“And he gives a crap about me personally?” Dean cut Sam off. “I’m not buying it.”

Aaliyah nodded. Why would God, or any deity, give a crap about someone who was in Hell? Or a misfit family of hunters?

“Why not?” Sam asked.

“Because why me? If there is a God, why would he give a crap about me?” Dean asked. “I mean, I’ve saved some people, okay. I figured that makes up for the stealing and ditching chicks. But why do I get to be saved? I’m just a regular guy.”

“Apparently you’re a regular guy that’s important to the man upstairs,” Sam argued.

“That creeps me out,” Dean said. “I don’t like being singled out at birthday parties, much less … God.”

“What do we know about angels?” Aaliyah cut in. She watched Bobby lift up a pile of books and dropped them on the desk.

“Start reading,” the older hunter instructed.

Aaliyah took a book from the pile while Dean told Sam he was getting pie. She flomped down onto the couch and got comfortable. After a while, her attention drifted away from the book. Her head started nodding as sleep crept up on her. The sound of her phone ringing caught her from answering sleep’s call.

“Mm’lo,” she muttered.

“Is this Aaliyah Fisher?” the caller asked.

“Depends on why you’re calling?” Aaliyah adjusted herself on the couch into a sitting position.

“I’m calling on the behalf of one Casey Fisher. My name’s Georgetta Hayes, Mr. Fisher’s lawyer. I need to get ahold of any one of Mr. Fisher’s children.”

“What about?” Aaliyah dug.

“It is something I feel better discussed in person with my retainer’s children,” Georgetta told her. “Can you pass on the message to them?”

“Only if you can provide an address for them?” Aaliyah countered, searching for a scrap piece of paper and pen. She jotted the address down as the lawyer provided it. “Thank you.” She ended the call as she pushed herself off the couch.

“Guys, something’s come up,” she called out, gathering her things.

“And you’re taking off?” Dean asked. “What’s so important…”

“Family issues, apparently. I know finding out what brought you out of hell, but maybe dealing with this…” Aaliyah held up the address. “Will finally stop my father coming out of the past.”

“Your fault for digging him up in the first place,” Dean told her.

“Yeah, I know.” Aaliyah made sure she had her things packed and headed for the door, stopping long enough to give Dean a kiss on his head. “I’ll keep in touch. Promise. Call me if anything major happens.”

She stepped out the back door and down the steps to her cycle. With her things secured in the saddle bags, Aaliyah mounted the cycle and started it up. Her stomach knotted a little from guilt in leaving the three hunters, but the lawyer refused to discuss matters over the phone. No matter, she would just call Leo and Nissa when she stopped on the way back to her hometown.

***

Aaliyah dumped her bag on the motel bed and fumbled through it for clean clothes. Having pushed through the night, the only things she was looking forward to was a hot shower and a quick nap. Her cell started ringing as she started up the shower.

“I hope you’re not planning on yelling,” she spoke. “After all your family drama I was dragged through…”

“It’s your family drama too,” Leo cut in. “Just so you know. Where are you?”

“In town, just got a room. Why?”

“Feel like lunch with me and Nissa? Think Xander’s looking forward to seeing you.”

Aaliyah stopped in middle of stripping off her shirt at the mention of her brother’s name. Guilt crept in before she shoved it off to a side. “The rehab place let him out?”

“After our work with the Djinn, they were a bit … eager to get him out,” Leo said. “You’d know that if you kept in touch more often.”

“I’m bad enough trying to keep myself in check,” Aaliyah countered. “We can play catch up in, say about an hour at Annie’s Kitchen.”

“Sure, sounds good.”

She waited for Leo to end the call before putting her phone on the sink counter. Making the shower quick and putting on the clean clothes, Aaliyah made sure she had her things before grabbing her helmet and heading out.

***

“Liyra,” Nissa greeted as she pushed herself to her feet for a hug.

Aaliyah accepted the hug, returning it. “Hey, Nissa.”

“What’s up with the biker get up?” Xander asked.

Aaliyah pulled from Nissa and looked at her older brother. “I was taken in by a biker gang a few months back; adopted more or less.” She shed the leather jacket and draped it over the back of a chair. “It’s been quite a while since Christmas last year.”

“Anything to drink, love?” the waitress asked as Aaliyah sat.

“Coffee, or coke. Anything caffeinated.”

The waitress nodded and headed off.

“So, what’s happened with you and the Hardy Boys?” Leo asked. “How much trouble did you guys get into?”

Aaliyah sat there as memories flashed through her mind between Christmas the year before and then. Her body shuttered when her mind froze on the images of Dean bloody on the ground after being torn to shreds by the hellhounds.

“Aaliyah, what is it?” Xander’s voice cut into her memory.

“It’s … um … Dean had made a cross roads deal to bring Sam back from the dead a little more than a year ago,” she started. “But unlike the usual ten years, he got one. All of last year, even during Christmas, I with the boys tried to find a way to break the deal. We weren’t that lucky.” She took a breath, trying to steady herself. “A hellhound ripped Dean to shreds when his time was up. I had checked out mentally for a week at Bobby’s after that. I took off from his place, getting his words all twisted up, and went off on my own before the bikers took me in.”

She looked around at her siblings just as the waitress came back with the drink for Aaliyah. “Do you all need a minute or two to decide?”

They nodded, sending the waitress off.

“That’s rough,” Leo said. “Remind me not to make any deals like that.”

“You should know not to do that period,” Xander told him. “So, you got involved with a biker group?”

“The Dragons. They know all about Hunters, the supernatural, and all things that go bump in the night,” Aaliyah kept her voice low. “Through no fault of my own.” She grabbed a menu and glanced over the options. “I actually kept out of active hunting until I heard on the news about all the windows being blown out by something.”

“Sub sonic boom,” Leo tossed out. “I’m sure a fighter jet broke the sound barrier that caused it.”

Aaliyah shook her head. “Wasn’t a jet. It was whatever brought Dean back from hell.”

Leo and Nissa half choked on their drinks.

“Wait, he’s back? How?” Nissa asked.

Aaliyah half shrugged. “According to Sam, it was an angel. Dean doesn’t believe it; and I’m …” She shrugged again. “I’m not fully buying it. Being used to dealing with demons and things that wanna kill me, I can’t wrap my head around the fact that there are legit actual angels out there willing to help one lone hunter.”

“You’re joking, right?” Leo asked. “Demons, I get. But even they won’t let someone escape from hell. Why would any angel help any of us?”

“Why would a demon let any of us out of hell?” Nissa countered.

“They wouldn’t.”

Aaliyah looked up from the menu when the waitress returned. She waited for her siblings to order before placing hers. “So, am I to naturally assume we’ve all been called by father’s lawyer?” She watched each of them nod. “Something she couldn’t discuss over the phone?”

“And trying to reach any one of us,” Xander added. “And reaching all of us, it seems.”

“But what’s this business?” Leo asked. “And why in person?”

“Maybe he finally died,” Aaliyah suggested. “The world’s better off with one less of him.”

“If that’s the case, the lawyer might be trying to execute whatever will Father had,” Nissa said.

“If he died, why didn’t mom call us?” Leo asked his sister.

“Maybe she wasn’t listened as one who was to receive anything,” Nissa guessed. “Or the lawyer already told her what she was getting.”

“Or she already got it,” Xander added.

“Does she even know about us?” Aaliyah asked, gesturing between her and Xander. “I saw no pictures of us at the house a few years ago.”

“Wait, you were at our house?” Nissa asked, putting her drink down.

Aaliyah shot a semi guilty look over to Xander, who shrugged. “It was a few years ago when I was trying to figure out what happened to Xander and dad. Before I got caught up with the Winchesters full time.”

“Whatever the lawyer wants, we’ll find out after breakfast,” Leo said.

***

Aaliyah shifted in her chair as the receptionist went about their work and ignoring the four young adults. They had arrived soon after breakfast nearly an hour ago. The woman that had arrived well after them emerged from the lawyer’s office while Georgetta and the woman exchanged farewells. The woman walked out while Georgetta walked back into her office.

“Forget this,” Aaliyah muttered to her siblings as she got to her feet.

Behind her, the receptionist called after her; which Aaliyah ignored. She threw open the door just as Georgetta sat down at the desk.

“You can’t keep us sitting out there all day, Ms. Hayes,” Aaliyah snapped at the lawyer. “You called all four of Casey Fisher’s children, and all four showed up. Now, we’re going to handle this business in person just like you asked of us.”

“I cannot unless…” Georgetta trailed off when the other three siblings walked into the office.

Aaliyah heard the door close behind her while the other two took a seat in the offered two chairs. “Now, you have all four of us here. What is this business to be done in person?”

She watched Georgetta shift in her chair before turning around to dig through some folders. The lawyer returned with one folder.

“I never liked giving bad news like this to relatives,” Georgetta started. “Your father had died about month ago in a freak accident.”

“What sort of accident?” Xander asked.

“All I was told was his body was found out in the woods torn to shreds and his heart missing.”

Aaliyah swore she heard her siblings share a look while she focused on Georgetta. Sounded like the classic werewolf case to her. “What happened to the rest of him?”

“His wife, a Helen Fisher, had him cremated due to his final wishes. And she currently still resides in their house,” Georgetta replied. “Which is acceptable. Which leaves you four. Which of you is Xander?” She nodded when he raised his hand. “You are granted the deed for the land of your childhood home. If you so wish to have it.”

Aaliyah glanced back at her brother, who shook his head. “He doesn’t want it; how does he go about selling it and getting the money from the sale?” She crossed her arms.

“Don’t worry about the details,” Georgetta assured her. “I take it that you’re Aaliyah. He’s given you the keys and title to his truck. Saying how it will work for those jobs when you need to move a dead body. And for Nissa and Leo…” She scanned the paper. “Your father’s other truck. It seems your father had a well off roofing company and the two trucks had been there since the beginning.”

“So, that’s all it was? Handing out property?” Leo asked with a scoff.

“And monies willed to Aaliyah and Xander from their mother’s will. I understand she passed a couple decades ago. It took me this long to hunt you four down for your father.”

“So, they get money and a truck while we get just a truck?” Leo started.

“Not now,” Aaliyah cut him off, barely turning to look at him. “Is there anything we have to do?”

Georgetta flipped through the paperwork. “I’ll sign over the trucks over to you and your young siblings, and start the paperwork for the funds to be transferred into Ms. Aaliyah and Mr. Xander’s accounts. IF there’s any other questions…”

“How’d our father pass away?” Nissa asked.

“The corner’s report says wolf attack with the heart missing.”

Aaliyah uncrossed her arms and actually turned to look at her siblings.

“Well, that’s … unfortunate,” Xander said. “Thanks for telling us. Guys, I think our business here is done.”

Aaliyah heard the warning in her brother’s voice and turned back to Georgetta. “If there’s anything to be mailed…” she reached into her back pocket and pulled out her walled; dropping a card on the desk. “Send it there.” She turned for the door, opening it for Xander to roll through. “And I and one of my siblings over there will be by later for our trucks.”

She was the last one out, closing the door behind them.

“What now?” Leo asked, leaving the building. “Dad’s dead, finally. And we get little from it.”

“You still got a house and a mother to go back to,” Aaliyah snapped. “We don’t. So, go back to your middle class life and leave us alone. And stay out of hunting. I shouldn’t have to remind you what happens if things go bad in a hunt.”

She helped Xander into his vehicle and started off down the road.

***

Aaliyah killed the bike as she came up to Bobby’s. With a call from Dean on the way back from dealing with the lawyer as a warning, she had arrived at the house ready for a fight. She hadn’t seen the Impala, but expected it to pull up at any second. No time to wait for the men to arrive, Aaliyah checked her handgun and eased her way to the door. Just as the rumble of the Impala’s engine echoed through the salvage yard.

One of the brothers had called out to her as she slipped into the house. She ignored them. The call she had with Bobby hadn’t gone well when she told him that the lawyer was going to send paperwork there. The fire poker was laying on the floor in the living room.

“Bobby,” she called out, gun ready.

She heard a door creak open and turned toward. Behind her were the footsteps of someone being quiet in their walking. A hand went up and gestured toward the door.

“Come out, come out, whoever you are,” Aaliyah called.

[gotmilk5101520]

Miraculous Ladybug Rewatch Episode 4 The Bubbler

Warning: The following rewatch will contain a few JoJokes. You have been warned.

Chloe being a mood part 2

New meme template.

Mood. Before you ask whether i mean Mairnette or Alya. The answer is yes.

“You signed the note, right?” “But what if signing my name cause the end of the world?” “Girl, signing your name is not going to cause the end of the world” *Laughs in Chat Blanc*

“Did you remember to get him a present from me?” “Uh. you didn’t ask me to cause you were busy trying to take magical jewelry from a bunch of kids, all the while monologuing to your wife’s corpse”

I’m gonna be real you all. The Bubbler was the first episode i ever watched. I was at my cousin’s house and she put this on. I didn’t mind cause i heard about it. I had my cousin explain the series to me (Of course only like 5 or 6 episodes were out and it was on Nick) She told me about the love square and Hawkmoth and everything she knew so far and when i saw Gabriel for the first time, i thought to myself “What if they pull a Star Wars and make Hawkmoth Adrien’s dad” Like i said, this was the first episode of ML i ever watched. And then Mr. Pigeon came on and it really helped my theory.

Gabriel saying no to Adrien having a birthday party and that Nino is bad influence on him. Speedwagon would say yes to Caesar having a birthday party and say that Joseph and Caesar are a bad influence to each other.

“Desperate to help his friend and feeling powerless. How frustrating” Yeah it’s so frustrating that you wouldn’t allow your own son to have a birthday party.

See this? This is what happens when Joseph gets Caesar’s powers. He becomes  Nigel Uno.

“Sir, is this one of your akumas doing?” “Yes, yes it is Nathalie. Why are you calling me?” “Cause i’m trapped in one of those bubbles right now” Nathalie doesn’t get enough for this shit.

“Nathalie? Father? Guess they’re... How does Nino put it? Fucking?” *Angry moth notices in French*

“Guess what? Daddy’s gone” “No i’m not!” “What?” What?”

“Nino?” *Angry in French*

“Let’s have a little fun while your father’s away” *More angry moth notices in French*

“Look. Now you can sign your gift. And for the last time, it will not cause the end of the world”

Joseph telling his future grandson, Jotaro, to party.

You know The Bubbler likely takes place about a month after this whole thing started (Or to me a few days) and Ivan was the first person to get akumatized so he knows what’s really going. Well that and.

Nathanial took his girl.

Correction: Bad things happen when Marinette signs her name to her gifts for Adrien. More on that in my rewatch of the Christmas Special coming (Hopefully) this Christmas.

“I think i’ve been a complete idiot” Adrien when he finds out Marinette and Ladybug are the same person and that he’s been saying “She’s just a friend”

Boink 3

“They care for their kids, they love them!”

“Most adults do anyhow” *Cries in French*

Hey remember when Max didn’t have glasses?

“We can’t stay stuck in this bubble together forever” *Suggestve in French*

You know if Adrien did know it was Marinette, and then compare it to the love letter later in Dark Cupid, we would have gotten Chat Blanc sooner.

“And someday Adrien will figure it out too” Oh he will. And then it’s back to her being “Just a friend”

Adrien to this day, still has no idea.

Next episode is a wacky one with pigeons