#but i find personality attractive too m'kay

[gothic-safari-clown]

The Mind’s Power Over the Body

Part 8: Acceptance

Story summary: They only ever had each other. It had been that way since high school, ever since Elianna transferred to dreary Arlen and took Jonathan under her wing. They go separate ways for college, and when they're reunited at Arkham Asylum professionally, Elianna comes to find that they've both changed during their time separated. Can she look past the promise of danger and stay by Jonathan's side as they slide further and further into the darkness while she grapples to come to terms with the truth about herself? Can she accept what needs to be done in order to hold onto the only person who holds any meaning in her life? This is a very self-indulgent AU that draws from several different canons of the DCU and ignoring others, starting in the Batman Begins Nolanverse. This will follow the plot of the movie, although the timeline has been very slightly tweaked.

Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six / Part Seven

Word count: 1986

Minutes after Jonathan left, Elianna was still staring at the wall, unable to think about anything other than the sudden and jarring conversation. She couldn't help but feel astounded that she had even agreed to what he was suggesting. Why would I do that? If she hadn't accepted his proposal, would he have gone along with the plan on his own? And what would have become of had she refused?

Her clock glared at her from its place mounted on the wall, reminding her that she didn't even have the distraction of a session to rush to. Damn it. Paperwork, paperwork, paperwork...

Finally forcing herself into action, El gathered all of her files and situated herself on the floor with them, playing music on her smartphone to help her focus. She ended up with papers stacked around her as she reorganized all of her files in an attempt to occupy her mind with something—anything—else. Honestly, there hadn't been anything wrong with the previous system in the first place, and now she was just surrounded by mess as she reshuffled the notes in each folio to justify her decision.

Two hours later, her office was spotless, and she had gone through at least three new filing systems. With nothing left to do for an hour, she found herself still sitting on the floor against her desk, desperately trying to unwind her conflicting feelings over the new situation.

She knew that she should care about the moral implications of her decision, but the more she thought, the more she realized that she just...didn't. Not for lack of trying. For God's sake, Scarecrow had gotten Jonathan to kill his granny when they were teenagers, and she hadn't even questioned it. The old woman did have it coming, just like she had thought earlier that morning, but did that way of thinking make her a bad person? She had never been one for philosophy.

And now, when the opportunity presented itself to exact horrible, torturous revenge on Victor Zsasz, she had taken it without even fully thinking through the consequences. She hadn't even been able to through her confusion. If it comes down to it, which seems likely, can I take a life the way that Jonathan did? Do I even want to?

Yes. She did. Each thing that she came to realize about herself sent El spiraling into a new set of questions. When had she become this person? Had she always been like this, keeping busy to avoid confronting that reality?

She couldn't tell how much time passed as she took inventory of herself until finally, another look at the clock told Elianna that her first session began in ten minutes; today, she had been scheduled a series of low profile patients to be seen in her office. Sighing, she finally lifted herself off the floor. She would have time to re-evaluate her life later. For now, she needed to get to work.

.xXx.

"In my opinion, Mr. Zsasz is as much a danger to himself as to others, and prison is probably not the best environment for his rehabilitation," Jonathan spoke into the mounted microphone on the stand with steady resilience. It was getting difficult for him to ignore Scarecrow, who had become practically giddy from the anticipation of getting to "play" with the newest batch of the toxin. He was almost exploding, insisting that Elianna would finally give in to her dark side.

Both Jonathan and Scarecrow had known that it was there for a long time. Jonathan had had his suspicions when he had told her about Scarecrow for the first time, and she had accepted it, and they had been confirmed after Granny's "accident," when she had helped them cover it up and had stuck around to boot.

At a glance, someone less close to the situation would say it was denial (which she was good at, apparently), but she had no qualms talking about it when the topic came up; she simply didn't care about most things that she should. She had somehow managed to convince everyone else—including herself—that she did, and that was the part that mattered.

The trial ended quickly after Jonathan's testimony. Falcone had already paid off the judge to rule in favor of whatever Jonathan said, and the rest was just formality. As such, he had already filled out all of the appropriate paperwork for the admission and transferred the deranged man to his care.

Finally, it was over, and Jonathan was on his way to the parking lot to make it back to the asylum when he was stopped by the most irritatingly incorruptible person on the planet.

"Doctor Crane," Rachel Dawes's voice rang through the courthouse lobby. Unable to ignore her, Jonathan paused to look at her, barely breaking his gait, suddenly needing to focus extra hard on keeping Scarecrow under control; he hated her as much as Jonathan did, possibly more.

"Miss Dawes," he acknowledged, having nothing else to say. That was passable as polite, wasn't it?

"You think a man who butchered people for the mob and attacked an innocent woman doesn't belong in jail?" Right to the point with this one, always so straightforward. Ambitious. If she would only take advantage of the ample opportunities that the city provided, she might even be able to make something of herself. Unfortunately for her, she didn't have the drive.

We don't need her sniffing around, Jonny. Let me take care of this now.

Not a chance, keep quiet.

"I would hardly have testified to that otherwise, would I?" Politeness be damned, the insufferable woman could chalk it up to a bad day if she wanted, just as long as she didn't notice the distaste rolling off of him in waves.

"This is the third of Falcone's thugs you've had declared insane and moved to your asylum, and the fourth time you've done so for Zsasz individually." Dear Lord, was she implying that he was corrupt? In Gotham? Never. Impossible.

"It isn't my fault if our security officers have yet to discover his means of escape. As for the rest, the work offered by organized crime must have an attraction to the insane." There, a safely noncommittal answer, and one that held basis in fact too. He turned to leave, having just about reached his limit with the conversation.

"Or the corrupt," Dawes's heels clicked on the floor as she took a few steps after him before he stopped in his tracks again. So she wasn't implying anything, just outright accusing him. Jonathan ignored Scarecrow's outraged (and far from empty) threats and caught sight of Dawes's boss in his periphery. A little childish perhaps, resorting to involving her higher-ups, but at this point, he was willing to shoot himself in the foot to avoid continuing this tiresome discussion. Interrogation, more like.

"Mister Finch," the suited man looked at the sound of his name. "I think you should check with Miss Dawes here just what implications your office has authorized her to make." That captured his attention; Finch's brows raised as he aimed a pointed look in the direction of the woman in question. "If any." That should do it.

I'm gonna get our hands on that one. Pick her brain and spit in it.

There's something we can agree on.

.xXx.

As desperate as Elianna had been for any kind of distraction earlier, each of her sessions had been more boring than the last. She was still of the opinion that people with simple anxiety disorders didn't belong in an asylum; she had half a mind to sign them all out and send them back into the world. But until she learned more, she had to operate under the assumption that they had each been admitted for a worthwhile reason; but the second she was shown any sign of real-world competence, she would sign all of them out to keep them from taking up any more space. God, what's wrong with me today?

Before she could ponder on her behavior any further, a knock on her door signaled Jonathan's return, and she let him in quickly.

"So it's...you did it then?" She asked, still unsure of how to address the situation.

"He'll be transferred back in by tomorrow."

It was done. At this point, all she could do was trust in the combined efforts of Jonathan and Scarecrow to keep her safe with some...foolproof evil plan. No matter how much she tried, she hadn't been able to bring herself to feel guilty for wanting revenge; she couldn't help feeling justification in her decision, and it was clearly justified in Jonathan's as well, and really who else mattered in this scenario? Zsasz? Certainly not.

"Okay. Well, are you alright? You seem tense." Jonathan rolled his eyes to the ceiling and shook his head.

"Everything is fine, just this...tedious woman from the DA's office tried to give me some trouble, but it's taken care of. I, ah," he checked the time on the clock, "I just need to go finish some paperwork, and then we can go back home and talk about this some more."

"Sounds good. I'm almost done here myself; when I'm finished, do you want some help?" She offered, and he seemed almost grateful for it.

"If you don't mind, I wouldn't say no."

"M'kay, then I'll see you later. Oh, wait, actually," Jonathan looked at her expectantly, unsure of what exactly she was bringing to his attention. "How often would you say security looks at the footage from our offices?" Good god that made him worry. What now?

"...Can I ask why you want to know?" She looked embarrassed, and any ideas he had had of her doing something that might incriminate them went out the window. Dear God, what now?

"I...may have been sitting on the floor for a long time today." She said sheepishly, and Jonathan pinched his eyes closed briefly before casting his gaze up, fully exasperated by the fact that she had found that important enough to bring it up right then. "And I'm a little embarrassed about it." Scarecrow, on the other hand, found it hilarious whenever El caused him even the slightest bit of undue stress.

"It's fine; they really only review the footage from sessions. I doubt anyone will even know." Elianna seemed relieved and nodded, a tiny smile at the corners of her mouth. "You still sit on the floor when you're worked up?"

"It helps me think," came the defensive response, and Jonathan gave her a look that said that he would tease her about it later, and finally turned to go.

Jonathan left her office for the second time that day. Only this time, she had finally realized that her conflicted feelings from before were due entirely to outside influence. For as long as she could remember, she had found it impossible to feel truly concerned about the things that mainstream society seemed to want her to be. Why should she try to force herself into a box that she didn't fit in? She could at least try to keep her mind open to revenge.

Elianna's hesitant resignation to her anticipation for revenge began to chase away any confused reservations that she had had before and gradually replaced them with a hazy excitement bubbling under the surface.

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #236

“so i asked you once, and i ask you again: where do your roots start, and where do your roots end?”

Do you wear a ring on your finger? Yeah, a Supernatural reference best friend one. Do you listen to your friends’ advice when they give it to you? I mean, it depends on the kind of advice and the seriousness of the issue. I'd say in most cases, yes. What’re you listening to right now? "Angel Eyes" by New Years Day ft. Chris Motionless. Have you ever thought about getting your nose pierced? It has been, twice. I don't think I'll do it again because my glasses are just in the way and they come out and get lost too easily. Is your last ex still someone you care about and do you still have romantic feelings for your ex? Yes to both. My feelings towards her haven't changed at all, we just made a heavily-discussed, hard, but wise decision for the time being. Are you someone’s best friend? Sara. What’s the biggest annoyance in your life right now? Annoyance, ummm... oh, easy. Being poor as dirt. That's only slightly under my skin, y'know? Have you spoken to your mother today? Yeah, I live with her. When was the last time you cried and why? PTSD. It's started to become relevant again, jOY to THe WOrlD!!!!!1!!!1!!!!! Is there someone who makes you instantly smile when you receive a message from them? I mean I don't always smile, but I consistently do get excited. If someone loved you right now, would you want them to tell you? *confused screaming* Do you like to cuddle? If I'm seriously romantically into you, yes. Is any part of you sad at all? I think that's always going to be a thing for me, somewhere down in there. Do you like seafood? Only shrimp, and even that I don't like in some forms. Do you have any of your exes as friends on Facebook? Yeah. Does more than one person like you? Idk. Do you ever worry that people might be talking about you behind your back? Always. Fuck, I think Sara's the only person I can count on to never. Do you call your partner ‘baby’? I hated it and never used it 'til Sara. I eventually did, and somehow, it felt okay and not disrespectful??? Idk if I'll use it again. What's the most boring guy’s name out there? Like, "Bob" or something. Do you know how to play Mahjong? Nope. Ever had a promise ring? No. What’s the biggest turn off in the opposite sex? Send me a dick pic and I will actually KICK you in the dick. Fun fact, even though I'm still bi, visually, penises gross me the fuck out and so I'd rather see someone's as little as possible, m'kay? Doing that is like a surefire way for me to decide "oh no bye boy." How often do you catch yourself daydreaming? A whole lot. This time last year, were you single? No. Who is someone you’ll always hate? The doctor that put me on a medication that put around 100 pounds on me and blamed it aaaaaall on me. :^) Do you know anyone with the same name as you? Yeah, just spelled differently. Who knows your biggest secret(s)? Sara. Do you ever read the threads on r/AskReddit? No. Are you currently stressed out about anything? You have no fucking idea. What’s your Instagram @? brittanymphotography or eldritch_obscura, depending on what kind of photography you're into. Don't have a personal one. Have you ever smoked a cigarette? No. Are you in love with anyone at the moment? It's so complicated. I think, but I also question the "in" love part. That and just "loving" are different to me. I want her, I want Jason, and here I am strictly monogamous. I barely understand what I feel romantically rn. If a friend called you to help hide a body, would you help or turn them in? UM fuck that I'm calling the cops. Have you ever had a crush on someone that, now as you look back, is completely embarrassing? Not really. How would you react if a friend started dating your ex? When "ex" is used singularly, I always assume you want The Ex. So, regardless of friend, that'd feel weird, but with certain people/levels of friendship, less so than others. If you were in an emergency, which friend would you call first? So not family? Uhhh, I don't know. It depends on the kind of emergency. Ever kissed someone who wasn’t single? No. Other than that "someone who wasn't single" being my partner. Are you single? if no who are you dating and for how long? Not right now, no. What kind of music do you listen to? Tons of different forms of metal, rock, indie, and I'm even into some electro stuff now. Do you have any YouTube videos of yourself? Thank the merciful lord, not anymore. What’s your fave YouTube video? BIIIIIIIIIHHHHHHHHHH the one featuring Dark in A Heist With Markiplier. I am not exaggerating my love of White Suit Dark. Use three words that best describe your best friend: Passionate, loyal, and resilient as a motherfucker. Now use three that best describe you: Also passionate, empathetic, and caring. List three things that describe your crush/love: Look I love someone but am also preoccupied with the idea of Jason coming back to me. It's not a "crush," it's being in love with a memory. I don't have a clue how to answer this rn. Is there someone in the family that no one really talks to? As far as extended family goes, yeah. Have you ever been romantically interested in a coworker? N/A What is the game you’re currently playing most often on your phone? None; I have no games on it because my phone has incredibly small memory. Same. Are you close to someone who is mentally unwell? Well, define "unwell." I have a load of friends and family with mental disorders, but calling them "mentally unwell" seems too severe. Do you have an opinion on adopting/purchasing a pet? Adopt, dude. There are so, SO many cats and dogs and I'm sure more that need a home, but you'd rather pay hundreds for a dog with likely some sort of health problem from extreme breeding than adopt an animal for a far cheaper price that ALREADY needs a family? Come on, now. Have you ever read any of your idols’ books/autobiographies? I read Ozzy's autobiography. Do you know anyone who is freaked out by cats? ???????????? no????????????? What name would you pick for yourself? Probably "Zoey." Do you enjoy going to live shows? Do concerts count? 'Cuz yeah. Who do you spend the most time with? My mom, I guess? She's the only one I live with, but she's like, never home because she works more than she breathes. What color do you wish your hair was? Natural hair, blonde. So much easier to dye, jc. Does any of the jewelry you wear have sentimental significance? The ring mentioned earlier, as well as the bracelet Sara also gave me. Who is your favorite drummer? Eh, no op Do you find musicians attractive? This is a dumb question... It depends on the musician??? If you could get any piercing, what would it be? I want a microdermal below/near the outer corner of my eye NOW. But I have glasses so it would totally ruin the purpose, ugh. Do you scream, yell, jump around and dance at shows or do you stand still? Just cheer, really. I wouldn't call it "screaming." I guess I can yell, too? Have you ever lost your voice from screaming so much? "No. I’ve had a sore throat." <<<< This. What’s your favorite color on the person you have feelings for? Both Sara and Jason, as well as like anyone, I love wearing black. Actually, Sara is super cute in light colors, like baby pink. Ugh talking about them at the same time feels fuckin weird. Who’s your favorite horror monster/killer? Alright, let's just say like, the "traditional" guys. I suppose Jason? His silence, totally casual pursuit, and mask creep me out, man. What kind of music do you prefer to listen to when driving? When I myself am driving, I don't want music on. I can't concentrate. Are you willing to board airplanes? I've gone up to see Sara like... three times within two years, I think? They don't scare me too much. I don't like takeoff, though. Too rocky and dizzying. Do looks really matter to you when it comes to friendship? ??????????? what?????????? the fuck??????????????? Do you accept friend requests from people you don’t know? Nope. I have to not only know you, but care more about you than like the average acquaintance of whatever. What is one of your best talents? Writing, I guess? Are/were you a rebellious youth or angsty teen? ha ha oh BOY Do you put your change in a jar for savings? No. How do you feel about transvestites? BITCH y'all great. I love you. Fuckin ROCK YA SHIT. Do you know anyone with a land line at their house? Yes, actually. Do you have any guilty pleasures? Certain kinds of daydreams. Have you been in a fist fight with someone you didn’t want to fight? I've never had a physical fight. Has anyone ever convinced you to do something you didn’t want to? Sure. Usually for my own benefit/growth, though. Are you a sensitive person? Yeah, quite a bit. Do you enjoy writing? Yep. Are you a germ-o-phobe? YEAH. Would you ever own a hairless rat, cat or dog? I would TOTALLY have a sphynx. There's this one breed of dog too and is furless on most places but does have some furry areas and are so ugly they're cute, and I once almost did adopt a hairless rat. So there's your answer. Do you prefer big, fluffy towels or normal sized/smaller towels? BIG FLUFF What is the image on your beach towel? Don't have one of those. Are you good with making eye contact? NO. I never know how long to maintain it and overthink it HEAVILY. I avoid it most of the time. What is your favorite book that was turned into a movie? Probably The Outsiders. I thought it did the book great justice. Do you like the movie or the book better? I don't remember either well enough. Do you watch porn? No. I don't want to watch some strangers bang each other. It's in no way arousing to me. What’s your favorite flavor of applesauce, if any? I guess just normal? Do you go to a firework show every 4th of July? Nah. Are you diabetic? No. Are you allergic to gluten? No. I don't think I'd survive. Are you lactose intolerant? No. Do you live with your parents? Just my mom. Parents are divorced and Mom had full custody, and my two sisters are proper adults that can survive without their mommy. :^) How much experience do you have written down on your resume, approximately? NOT A LOT!!!!!!!! I only count like, one damn job that was valid/lasted a couple months, but only because I very rarely worked. I also only include my previous online college, and should I create a resume now, obviously the one I currently attend. What’s your favorite song to dance to? I do not dance, my friend. What do you think of your parents? Both of them are great. Mom is the reason I'm (in the big picture) healthy, even alive. I WOULD be dead, died a long time ago, if it was not for that woman. Saved my life again and again and again, been there for me through both the same old shit and new madness. I'mma stop here before I actually cry just thinking about how thankful I am for her. Dad, too, I love, and I aspire to be as positive as he seems nowadays. His loyalty to my sisters and me, especially after the shit I've said, is incredible. He doesn't take a lot too seriously, and that's nice, especially when you're having a hard time. He's an optimistic guy now that always makes an effort to cheer you up. He's a total goof, too. He's just fun to be around. What do you think makes you attractive to other people? HA, fuck if I know. I guess my vertical lip labret stands out? Everyone I've dated since having it has at some point pointed out that that's like, my trademark that makes me recognizable right off the bat and that it looks good on me. One of the few things I even like on myself. Would more money make you happier? Look me right in the fucking eye and answer "no" to this. What is one of your favorite memories as a child? Watching my older sister play demo discs' video games after waking up. It's something so simple, but idk, I love remembering that. What’s your favorite kind of cake? Probably red velvet, like gd that shit good. Who is your favorite sports team? Idc. Like I have a natural fondness towards the Carolina Hurricanes 'cuz they're Dad's favorite and we've gone to some games together, but I really don't care. Who would you like to get to know better? I have this high school acquaintance named Courtlynn on my Facebook that seems so cool and relatable. She seems to like me too (not romantically, but she's really supportive, hearts like everything, comments the sweetest stuff sometimes, all that), I just think both of us are shy to reach out. What is the strangest food you ever ate? "I don’t eat anything I consider strange. I’m so picky and basic." <<<< Big 'ole fat same. What’s your favorite thing to order at a Chinese food restaurant? I exclusively only eat pork fried rice and/or egg rolls. Are you an organ donor? YES!!!!!!!!!! PLEASE BE ONE!!!!!!!!!! YOU DON'T NEED THEM ONCE UR DEAD!!!!!!!!!!!! THE LIVING DO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SAVE SOME LIVES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What’s your favorite candle scent? FRESH BAKED BREAD MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM What would you do if you found an abandoned animal? Check for identification and call if a number is given, offer it food and water, put a notification up on Facebook about a lost pet... all that stuff. We'd try to avoid a shelter, probably, because yeah. Euthanization is a thing. Have you ever kissed someone who had a tongue piercing? I am the one with the tongue piercing lmao. No. Is it easy for someone to make you cry? OH YES, QUITE. How many children can you see yourself having? IF I had kids, IF, I could not possibly imagine myself with more than two. What is your favorite PlayStation 1 game? SILENT HILL FUCK MAN I LOVE THAT SHIT. Are you competitive? Not really. Depends. Black and white or colored photos? It very much depends. Composition, lighting, content, all that contributes to what I find more aesthetically pleasing. Do you prefer to date younger, older, or the same age as you? Preferably around my age. What’s something from the past that you don’t miss at all? Being a depressed mess every waking moment of my life. Do you like ice cream cake? Not really. Do you wash your hair every day? No, every day is bad for your hair. Do you have trouble sticking to promises? Definitely not. I'm good at that. Have you ever made out with someone of the same sex? Very briefly. She thought she was ready, but not quite. What kind of headphones do you have? Right now they're literally just flimsy hot pink earplugs from a dollar store lmao. How often do you go to parties? Never. Do you sleep in awkward positions? I don't think so. Do you experiment a lot with new looks on yourself? Not really. Where is your favorite place to be kissed? Don't touch my tits with, like, anything. Do you ever quote your favorite movie in normal conversations? No? Do people ever tell you that you look stoned when you’re not? No. Do you suffer from anxiety or depression? *shrugs* why not both? Do hospitals freak you out? To a degree. Been there enough times to both get semi-used to it, but it also agitates old wounds and makes me antsy to get out. What about cemeteries at night? I've never experienced this, so I can't say. But the idea doesn't really creep me out, no. What is your favorite Nintendo 64 game? I never had one. Were you mean as a little kid? Nah, I was a good kid actually.

[randomrambings]

Little Fires Everywhere: My Opinions

(I found this as a draft and I made this towards the beginning of May)

I can't believe that I'll have to say this, but to stop the rainstorm of boohoos and 'how dare you say that about my favorite show', but this whole post is my opinion. I'm not stating facts. It's my OPINION. Okay? Okay, let's move on. Also - Strong language warning. As of writing this on Thursday, April 30th, 2020, I'm on the second episode of #LittleFiresEverywhere after a friend of mine gave me their Hulu log in (Thanks, Max). As of right now, I only truly care about is Pearl, Izzy, and Moody.

The other two siblings seem like dicks to just be dicks, I want to like Mia and Elena, but they seem every involved in themselves a lot of the time. And yes, moms should be their own persons, but the reason why I don't like them right now is that Mia didn't seem to think about staying somewhere because her daughter really wanted to, until Pearl yelled at her. I get that there's a complicated situation there that we're only scratching the surface of. And Elena just seems like one of those moms that need their kids to be perfect. To be model citizens, to wear pastels, to be basically what most people see as the picture-perfect American family, and I hate it. Not to mention how she clearly favors her older two kids over her younger two kids. And then, of course, Lexi flat out STOLE Pearl's letter about her discrimination about wanting to go to her proper math class.

It might've been how I was raised, but I was always taught to be who you are despite what other people want you to be (laugh if you want, but I was raised by young Millennial parents, so give me a break). It just seems like Elena is trying to suppress who Izzy is but anyway she can because she's scared of how different her youngest is compared to her other kids.

Despite me not liking our main characters, I'll balance it out by saying what I do like about Mia and Elena. First, Mia.

I like how Mia is so very caring towards people. Like how she offers advice to Elena when she's being harassed at school to stand up for herself, and how she cares about a co-worker that she barely even knows, and asks her what's wrong, and hears her out once the time is better.

I like how firm Elena is about her beliefs in things, and how she wants the best for her children but doesn't seem to know the best way to go about it. And despite some of her strange ways of going about it, it is clear that she does love her kids in her own way.

The show itself is really good. The characters, despite me not liking a lot of them, are well developed and I feel like I could meet them in real life.

Episode Three has more promise to it.

Adding Lexie's boyfriend, Brian, to the mix of people that I like in this show, because he pointed out how fucked up it was that Lexie stole Pearl's letter for her essay.

Watching Mia do her art is making me want to get back into art too if I'm being honest. It makes me miss it.

Anyway, I still dislike Lexie, but I love the fact that Izzy has a dress with pockets, but I think she looked pretty without getting all traditionally dressed up. With that being said, the green dress is really pretty.

Okay, something's happening at the baby shower and I feel my anxiety rising as each cup of tea is being split. (I also love the subtle relationship between Izzy and Moody. Reminds me a lot of my brother and me when we were still taking turns hating each other).

Mia is going to get into trouble for sneaking into the baby's bedroom, I can feel it. I can feel so much trouble stirring up everywhere.

Mia, why did you tell Bebe? Mirabelle/May Ling is adopted, she gave up her baby for a good reason, legally, the baby isn't hers anymore... Your heart is in the right place, but this was a bad idea. This was such a bad idea.

Is Moody not going to tell Pearl that he clearly as feelings for her??? Or is Pearl going to have to find out the hard way?

I love the mirroring between Elena and Mia towards the very end of the episode.

Episode Four:

I get why Mia did what she did, but that was a little messed up, for everyone involved. It wasn't helpful towards Bebe who was still grieving over giving up her child, and it wasn't helpful to the couple that has the baby and is nearly through with adopting her. In the previews for this episode, I would like to make a prediction to see how right I am.

Mia was a surrogate mother for a couple, and instead of giving up Pearl, she left with Pearl and has been on the run ever since, and that's the real reason why she and Pearl have never stayed in the same place for very long, and that's why she was so reluctant on staying in a seemingly perfect community, and part of the reason why she freaked out when Pearl was escorted home by what looked like a police officer at the time (that and the fact that it was the 90s, and there was terrible discrimination between cops and blacks, more than there is now). I don't want to be right, I don't want this to be a Finding Carter situation, but it would make sense.

I also really like how Izzy and Pearl are kind of opposites of each other, despite how they were raised, and who they were raised by.

Also, for all the moms out there that are scared that their kids are going to be addicted to sex after they do it the one time, and Lexie's line; "It's like when you do it once, it's all you can think about". From a 21-year-old who can very clearly remember what it's like being in high school, trust me, by the time they're like 14 or 15, they're already thinking about it a lot, in a good way or bad way, that doesn't mean that they're doing it, it's just being a teenager. (Sorry for the rant, I just know that Karens and Lindas will watch this show, hear that line and freak out even more than they already are).

"Being gay is a very rare thing". Elena, my girl, buddy, you're so sheltered from sexuality that it makes me laugh.

I really want to know what Mia's dreams mean. Hopefully, there are video essays on it somewhere that I can look at after the episode is over.

Oh my God, why is there always that one guy in these kinds of stories that always give the advice of "Just treat her like shit" or "Be an asshole the whole time, and she'll defiantly fall for you". First of all, no. Second of all, just be honest, the worst that'll happen is she'll say that she's not interested, and as long as you take it gracefully, nothing else will happen. Damn.

Also, am I the only one that finds it weird that Elena and Bill have a schedule for their sex life? Like who schedule's sex when they're not actively trying to have a baby, or avoid that, or they're old and need to make sure that no one's bones are gonna be ackey that day. I can't be the only one that finds that weird.

Elena is playing so dirty in something she should not be even touching right now, my Lord woman.

Why is Mia going through and taking a bunch of stuff from Elena's house, that's really weird?

Elena and Mia are really strange ladies, everyone's thinking about it.

I know that there is still a thing about adoptive parents vs biological parents, and I have no experience with adoptive parents, and I cannot imagine the pain that Bebe is going through, or Linda. But Bebe gave up her baby, whether or not she wanted to, and obviously is mourning that choice, but it was a choice she made. I'm on Linda's side with this, Mirabelle is Linda's baby. Bebe is the birth mother, yes, but Linda is her mom. There's a difference.

TRIP IS DOING HIS BROTHER SO DIRTY RIGHT NOW. TRIP, STOP MACKING ON YOUR BROTHER'S CRUSH WTF.

Can y'all tell that I feel things and think about stuff way too dramatically yet?

Pearl nO---!

Elena oh my fucking God, Elena, what the fuck are you doing.

Trip just spilled the beans after it was almost way too fucking late. Like I know you're a teenage boy with an attractive girl, but my dude should've said something when you were still making out.

Elena just fired shots holy shit. Do you want to start a fight with a mother? Say she's not a good mother.

Holy. Shit.

This show is really going to throw gas on the fire of biological vs adopted real quick... Not that there shouldn't be conversations about this, but its already a loaded topic.

Episode Five

That flashback kind of just explained why Elena schedules sex with her husband I mean...

I know snooping through things is bad, and I know that Izzy doesn't know that Mia snooped through and even took certain things from her house, but it's kind of hypocritical of Mia to be upset when Izzy went through her stuff when not even an episode ago, Mia was taking stuff fro their rooms.

"You should get on the pill" TOO LITTLE TOO LATE MY DUDE.

This is one of the painful mother-daughter scenes I've seen so far. Top 20.

I'm with Bill, Elena is unraveling and she's unraveling fast.

Do they really ask someone would they like to see the sonogram, knowing that they're getting an abortion? It just seems kind of mean.

I feel like Lexie can't stop doing fucked up shit. "If it got out it'd actually matter" so you used your friend's name?? So that if it got out, people would think that she got an abortion??? M'kay.

I never get show siblings. Trip and Lexie give Izzy a whole bunch of shit about how she might be a lesbian, but as soon as Izzy gives Trip a taste of his own medicine, she's the bad guy?

Holy shit I knew it!!!

Episode Six

I. Knew. It!!!!!

Such a weird way to ask someone to be your surrogate, though. Especially when the woman is obviously so young

I'm starting to see why Elena might have some resentment towards Izzy. I just wanna go through the screen and hug Linda and her husband so tightly and tell them that it'll be okay

Like I know that Mia is 18 in this, and can consent, but it's still kinda fucked, having a romantic relationship with her professor, someone of an authority figure

I think Elena might have postpartum depression. Correct me if I'm wrong, but that's what it seems like. That or just majorly regretting her life choices. Probably both

That is fucked up. It shouldn't matter whether or not Mia is regnant, she deserves to go to her brother's funeral. There'll be more questions about where she is, instead of why she's pregnant.

Episode Seven

That was so cold, April, what the fuck.

Am I the only one that thinks Elena doesn't really love Izzy?

I know what April did was really fucked up, but I want her and Izzy to be friends again.

Take some ownership, Elena, Jesus. Hey Bill, can your wife be accountable for all her actions? Including screaming at your own daughter because she refused to wear a certain pair of shoes?

Shit, Izzy, that's fucked up. Looking at you too, April.

Well, my suspicions of Elena not loving Izzy were just confirmed.

I kind of hope Brian does break up Lexie.

I am so done with Elena's crazy nosy ass. For the love of God please tell me that she didn't tell Pearl. Holy shit, so many moral no-nos happening and there is only one episode left.

Oh, Izzy...

Damn everyone just kind of sucks right now.

Episode Eight

It sucks that Lexie is sad, but, Brian deserves better so, I don't feel that bad about it

"She didn't come from my body...but that doesn't make me any less of her mother."

Would it be wrong to post blame with both Elena and Mia? I mean, if Mia didn't stick herself in the middle of something she shouldn't have, and if Elena didn't try to bribe Bebe on behalf of Linda and her husband (I can't remember his name for the life of me) then it either wouldn't have been this bad or never happened at all.

I know I said I liked Izzy in the beginning, but she's kind of a brat.

I have mixed feeling about Pearl, but I still love her and Izzy

Yep, yep, definitely hate Elena. You can't ask your friend to break the law for you because you got her the job she has.

Busted...

MOODY! I can't believe he just said that about her, what the fuck

And Lexie's choice just fucked up everything for Pearl's reputation.

Can I punch Lexie in the face?

No, Elena, you're not a good person.

Oh my God...

I don't blame them, let them set the whole house on fire. Do it. I'd do it. Fuck Elena.

...That ending left in speechless in so many ways...

[a-king-alone]

Julie (the Legion) x Adam Francis (one shot) Summary: Lone wolves have good taste

There are clouds, drifting along in the sky, darkness everlasting among a domain that none could ever leave once they were brought within. A girl in a dirty beat-up leather jacket sits in the grass, her hoodie covering her head. A mask hid her visage, her breathing slow and quiet as her shoulders relaxed. Julie waited.

It always happened, at some point. The whispers echoing inside of her skull urged her desire to kill. No feeling could satisfy her like the warmth of blood between her figures, the sound of metal tearing through flesh, the cries of pain that accompany them. The tip of her tongue ran over the top row of her teeth, so ready for it.

Ready for the Entity to choose her. Between her and her group, only one ever got chosen at a time for a fun killing spree. Julie always rolled her eyes with an audible sigh in annoyance when her best gal pal whimpered and cried like a little baby whenever she got back from her blood fest.

"It's not hard, Sus," Julie snipped, her arm drooping over the shoulder of the smaller girl as she pulled her into her side. Her hand came to Susie's mask, pulling it away from her and she sucked in her breath. The small girl grabbed it from her possessively, holding it close to her chest.

"Tch, you're moody," the older girl sighed, pinching the Susie's plum of a cheek and giving a little shake. Susie jerked her face away with her brows furrowed, clearly not in the mood to play around. But Julie didn't care. She teased her friend further until she physically had to push her back off of her.

"M'kay, got it."

Julie backed off with the click of her tongue, sauntering away through their domain to look for their other friends, Frank or Joe. They often went off by themselves because they were secretly gay for each other. At least, that's what Julie believed to be true, so she treated them that way. She felt a little gay for Susie, but Susie valued her personal space and didn't like to be fucked with. And Julie loved to play games, but she got annoyed with nobody is willing to be her little participant.

It wasn't long before she came across the guys, dropping down between where they were sitting. They welcome her, scooting over a bit. Julie let her mask rest at her side with theirs as well.

"Sus is so sensitive right now. What a little crybaby," she sneered about her friend with a scoff, leaning back with her arms propping her up.

"Y'know she ain't into it so why do you fuck with her," Joe chimed in with his opinion with his amused titters, playing around with his favorite blade in his hands.

"Because she makes it easy."

Frank snorted, commenting that Julie is a predator who plays around too much with anybody that happens to catch her interest. Joe mentioned an old story from long before as they began to reminiscence about random events, one in particular Julie shared about her cruelest encounters with their prey, the survivors. He shook his head, saying that she was too mean for her own good.

And it made her smile darkly.

She cared for nobody but herself, even within her pack, the Legion, who all swore absolute loyalty to one another. Or perhaps being in the realm of the Entity encouraged her to align with her true nature. She wanted to hurt. She wanted to cause pain.

It made her feel, truly feel, in a world of darkness void of all emotion. Their only hobby had to become killing, there was nothing else offered to them. She had to fill the emptiness inside and nothing ever came close, no matter how many she sacrificed.

As her friends went on a tangent, she began to get lost in her own thoughts idly. Did they also feel similarly? She never asked because she couldn't really find it within herself to even care. They were just her friends that somehow came here with her, years and years ago it felt like. As if they'd been here for an eternity, continuously killing.

She couldn't feel a damn thing. It's like she wasn't even there.

The only thing that gave her any excitement was when the tendrils of the Entity enveloped her entire being, bringing her to her only salvation. Yet, for some reason, each of them were summoned, less and less. It was driving her mad, sitting around, waiting. Her leg bounced in anticipation.

When it finally happened, she always unleashed her desires to the fullest, hunting down their bodies for her to demolish, to throw around their insides into the air, laughing with glee, sinking her blade into the necks of the deceased. She loved it when they ran. Oh, how she fucking loved it when they tried so hard.

It made it feel so much better when she nailed them with perfect precision. Look at me, she'd think, breathing heavy after a successful chase. Look at me... I destroy them... Look at me!!

She chewed on their hope and spat it into their faces, the most cruel of grins spreading her lips wide, teeth barred, ready to strike. The true serpent queen and to whom she coiled never escaped.

If they were the last, she'd gain their trust with her flirtatious act and lead them to their dreams, the promise of surviving alive and she'd rip it out from under their feet, her laughter unconstrained when her blade entered their meat. She always savored that sweet look of betrayal.

"It was your mistake for trusting me," she'd whisper in their face, twisting her knife in their wound as they cried. "Dumb fuck."

Her demented behavior made those who recognized her afraid of her if they just so happened to be pit against her multiple times and she made sure that they would lose. If they escaped, her violent anger never went without a punching bag. No matter who it was. Her friends subtly avoided her, but it wasn't any concern. Stay afraid, she'd think.

Everything was unstimulating and annoying.

As soon as she was sought out for her trial, she prepared immediately. While she approached the designated area for her transport, she looked to a small black hole on the ground, seemingly endless. A coin cut in two perfect halves were tossed into it. That should make them have a difficult time, she mused silently.

That feeling long awaited for was ascending, her smile welcoming the fog as it took her away from the mundane, boring existence in the land of stagnancy. Nothing to do, nothing to play with, nothing to break and destroy. She went easy on her pals, though only occasionally. Everyone was subjected to her torment.

Her eyes sharply scanned her new surroundings, the grip of the knife tight in her fist as she bit her lip as her excitement swelled. Julie prowled around her machines, listening intently for any of them to slip up.

She heard an explosion somewhere nearby.

"Ahh, yes, that's good," she uttered under her breath, turning fast as she broke into a sprint, hearing footsteps down the narrow hallways. As she slipped through a broken automated door that opened and closed, she darted around the corner, catching a new survivor she didn't immediately recognize.

The knife slashed through their arm held up in defense, as they hadn't expected her right then and there. The fellow attempted to turn tail and run toward potential safety if he could make it, but the bloodthirsty killer hadn't had her fill, every part of her electrified and ready.

A cry echoed off of the bald surfaces as the blade pierced into the upper meat of their thigh, tripping onto their side as Julie pinned them down onto the ground with escalating giggles. As she rose her knife above her head, ready to plunge down with all of her strength, she hesitated for a split second.

Beneath her layed a dark skinned boy dressed a bit like some rich guy, now drenched in blood, but when she got a good look at him with red light near an exit fading in and out, his facial features were strikingly handsome and she felt herself very enticed. She licked her lips as she surveyed his frightened face, lovely dark brown eyes, a bit of a beard, his broad chest heaving in fear of the killer looming over him.

"You're pretty cute," she commented to his complete surprise, his eyes widening with his panic and confusion.

Julie lowered her body until it rested on the fellow's lap, straddling his waist as his cheeks flushed by her contact. The tip of her knife tapped against her mask thoughtfully before she leaned down over him, harshly gripping his jaw in between her fingers.

"Tell me where your friends are and I'll let you live," she lied blatantly, tilting her head with the knife inching closer to the blood pumping violently through the veins in his neck.

"Oh, don't look so miserable," she taunted in a low voice when he didn't answer, jerking his face back to be centered with hers when he attempted to look away briefly. If he was mulling over his options, he'd better make it quick, because she wasn't patient.

"You haven't seen anything, yet."

It wasn't a promise, it was a threat. He was trembling, swallowing hard, barely able to remain his composure and she found it a little bit adorable.

"They're... They're upstairs," he breathed weakly, the accent in his voice capturing her attention. An audible snort came from beneath her mask, assuming he told a lie for a chance to run away from her, but she found herself attracted to him a little more. He was hot, his voice was hot, apart of her cursed that it wasn't fair that he was just some puny little survivor because she felt like she wanted to start feeling him up just to see how he would react to it and wondering what he could taste like over the moment of her inward and briefly acknowledged physical attraction.

But she was a killer and that was what she wanted to solely do, not some weird perverted creepy shit like a certain other killer that came to her mind. At least she could look at some eye candy while she murdered them in cold blood. She liked stabbing the one muscular guy she had seen a couple times before, she always made the chase difficult and she liked the challenge.

She smiled slightly at her girlish shallowness. She hadn't felt in such a way in a long time, how nostalgic, to remember what it felt like to be human, when she thought to herself that she preferred the shy guy who melted with every action she performed over the super obviously yummy hot guy.

With an amused scoff, Julie began to back off of her cornered prey, but her eyes focused down on him when she had grabbed her arm... to stop her.

"You think that's a good idea?" she hummed with a cruel smile as the fellow immediately withdrew his hand away from her, his face flushing with punishing embarrassment. She bet he wished he could disappear right about now.

"Can I see you?" he blurted and Julie began to laugh at his overly forward approach. Oh, what the hell.

She reached up and removed her mask to willingly reveal herself to him, her twisted simper met with his eyes and he looked more taken aback than she would've guessed. Julie had a good face, short hair cropped and choppy and an incredible mean mug. Dark green eyes that looked soulless in dim lights. He wouldn't have thought before then that such an evil expression could be so beautiful.

"Like what you see?" she purred in a dark tone, her fingers gliding over his chest toward his neck.

And for a moment, the fellow actually nodded, despite the horrible chagrin prominent in his expression and she outright laughed at his reactions. He only watched as her face contorted with her amusement, small dips in her cheeks present where the corners of her lips rose.

"Dimples..." he uttered softly and she got caught up on her chortle for a moment, her fingers brushing against the very thing he had drawn attention to. It had been so long since anyone other than the Legion had seen her face.

Her smirk deepened as she glowered down at him, standing to her full height. Her hand covered in blood and grime was held out to him. Helping the fellow to his feet, she tilted her head at him before picking her mask up off of the floor.

"They better be upstairs or I'm gonna get you," she said gruffly, that maniacal grin covered over by a similarly grinning white mask. As she turned her back, she heard a few of his foot steps nearly following after her.

"They aren't," he suddenly said with conviction, Julie turning halfway toward him as she swung her knife playfully back and forth at her side. Ha, was he becoming infatuated so quickly? How flattering.

"Think I'm stupid do ya'?" she jested in a blithely tone, pointing the knife in his direction then toward her forehead before turning her back to leave him to his own vices. Oh, the other ones crawling around her domain, they were so dead.

One by one, she cornered them, following her bliss in being the one to end their lives. But when she arrived to the handsome fellow, she teased him relentlessly, toying around with how he reacted so expressively.

She decided to let him live. Just this once. Unless she saw him again in the future, then maybe she would consider it, because he was cute and all. She might even ask him what his name is. It was a log in the files of her memories to save for the next time, all the while, waiting in boredom for her next hunt.

It was fun to have a little detour from her primary objective.

Some eye candy to lick and chew on.

[baibaos]

cc #1 [taekook]

jungkook likes the dog cafe a few blocks away from the university. after a particularly gruelling statistics lesson, he enjoys taking his bike from the dorms all the way to the quaint shop nestled between a coffee shop and a hipster boutique.

puppy pals is a relatively small store, with an almost homely setting, with its mismatched cushions and seemingly random framed photographs on the creme walls. there are always new flowers every time jungkook drops by, though he guesses that's because the owner, yoongi, has a thing for the pink-haired florist next door.

today, jungkook sneaks out of their 'self-study' stats class to go hang out with the dogs. puppy pals is almost always relatively empty when jungkook's around, the only other occupants being yoongi's grandmother, and some high schoolers who prefer to stay with a bunch of dogs rather than stay in cram school. jungkook can't blame them, though, he definitely sees the appeal.

“hey, hyung,” he calls out after having locked his bike onto the rack just outside the shop, pushing the door open. yoongi's dark head pops up from behind the counter where he was evidently cleaning something a dog had dropped.

“oh, hey, kid. shouldn't you still be in class?”

“self-study,” is all he says, squatting down and making cooing noises at the few puppies who are still awake. they like taking naps after eating lunch — he thinks it's something they learnt from yoongi. “aww, cloud, you're so cute today!”

another thing that makes puppy pals such an attractive place to him is how yoongi only owns rescued dogs. they're not all perfect; cloud is one of the worst off, with patches of missing fur and an angry scar across his snout, but he's so sweet that jungkook finds him truly adorable and only truly adorable.

“where's holly?” he asks, looking for yoongi's favourite chocolate toy poodle. at this, yoongi's face twists into something like dejection.

“he's sick upstairs," he admits, wiping his hands off on a rag. "he's been vomiting everything he eats for a day, now. called in a vet."

"a vet?"

"a doctor for animals."

"i know what a vet is," he sighs. "i meant, are they here?"

"yeah," yoongi says, "upstairs with holly. you can go see him if you want, check on him for me, yeah?"

"m'kay," jungkook agrees easily and scoops cloud into his arms as he steps over the other dogs and makes his way to the stairs. the apartment above the cafe is as quaint and homey as everything else, with worn carpets and numerous cushions lying about. he almost trips once or twice over stray dog toys, following the sound of holly's whimpers.

"aww, baby," someone coos deeply, "it's fine, i've got you."

the vet, jungkook thinks absently, and pushes on the door.

he very nearly drops cloud, who squirms impatiently at being held aloft for too long, at the sight of a man with the most beautiful eyes rubbing circles into holly's stomach with his fingertips.

"oh," he says, eyes curving with his smile. jungkook feels faint. "i'm just soothing holly's stomach. are you a part-timer here?"

he gently lowers cloud and tries not to squirm himself. a mask covers the lower half of the man's face, but jungkook can tell that he's definitely very attractive. "i," he clears his throat. "um, no, actually. i'm a customer? um. yoongi hyung's friend."

"i see," the man says, still smiling. "come here. holly should be relatively okay, now. he'd need to take some medicine but i can hand the prescription to yoongi hyung before i leave."

"i see," he says lamely, and kneels by holly, who keens and noses his hand. "aw, poor thing, you."

"it's just a bit of a bug," the man tells him, voice slightly muffled. "he must've eaten something or was fed something by a customer that didn't agree with his stomach." he scratches a finger behind holly's ear, the dog's tail wagging in delight. "hm, your tummy didn't agree, did it?" holly wriggles and makes little puppy sounds. jungkook is enamoured — with both the pup and the half-hidden veterinarian.

"i'm jungkook," he blurts out, "jeon jungkook."

“kim taehyung," he replies, reaching out for a brisk handshake. his long fingers and big palm absolutely swallow jungkook's comparatively small hand. it makes something warm twinge in his chest.

"what's with the, uh." he gestures to his face. "the mask."

taehyung laughs and shrugs. "i'm allergic to dogs."

"oh." he pauses. "that's...ironic."

taehyung laughs easily and tugs the mask down. "i suppose it is, isn't it?"

jungkook wants to cry. his entire face is more beautiful than anything has the right to be. how is that possible?

"i don't mind though. as long as i don't breathe in too deeply, i should be fine."

jungkook hums, awkwardly staring at his face then at the two puppies who lazily play by their feet. yoongi's living room is littered with knotted rope, rag dolls, and toy bones. jungkook feels abruptly like he's in a nursery. he pulls his bottom lip into his mouth and chews anxiously, trying to ease the tension in his shoulders with pain.

he is surprised to feel a thumb gently tugging at his lip until it pops free from behind his teeth. with wide eyes, he stares at taehyung who only smiles pleasantly, lips stretched into a charming grin. "cute."

”what's cute?" jungkook's brain feels fried.

"you," he answers breezily, as though that single word didn't send something like electricity shooting down jungkook's spine. "you're cute. but you shouldn't do that, you'll hurt yourself."

he nibbles on his bottom lip anxiously on reflex before realising what he's just done and settling for pursing his lips instead. "sorry."

"a bunny."

"pardon?" taehyung leans forward, eyes searching jungkook's face and nose almost brushing with his. then he leans back, smiling in a frustratingly enigmatic way. "you're a bunny."

he sputters. "excuse me?" then, "is it the teeth? because i swear my teeth aren't that bucked."

"hm, they are a bit, though," taehyung muses. jungkook flushes in embarrassment. "they're very cute." he flushes darker.

"anyway," taehyung announces, pushing himself onto his feet and reaching into his trousers for a card. with the pen clipped onto his shirt pocket, he scribbles something on the back of the card. "so, here's the medicine that holly would need. i have to be somewhere else soon, so please relay to yoongi hyung the following."

"um." he is a bit bewildered. "sure."

"great!" taehyung beams, looking up from what he's writing briefly before looking away again. "the medicine should dissolve in the food — stick to dog food for the moment, no human food until we can determine what exactly caused holly to react like this. small servings three times a day. i've written down the dosage, so don't worry about it."

jungkook blinks. "okay."

"okay!" taehyung goes, capping his pen and slipping his card into jungkook's open hand. 'kim taehyung, veterinarian,' it says, along with his professional number and the name of the clinic he works at. "my personal number's on the back in case you need to call."

"what — why would i need to call?" taehyung only winks at him, tugging up the mask over his nose and reaching down to pat each of the dogs on their heads. "see you lot soon, probably." to jungkook, "you hopefully sooner. i don't only treat dogs, you know. goodbye!"

"um. bye?" it's only when taehyung's left yoongi's apartment, shutting the door behind him, that jungkook, while running over the instructions he'd been given in his mind, flips over the card. the name of the medicine is there in long penmanship, along with the dosage and where to best purchase them. as expected.

what isn't expected are the doodled whiskers and ears, forming something like a disjointed rabbit head, with a number on the side and a note: 'i treat bunnies, too. for coffee or ice cream especially. call me, bunny!

[risprinabeachw-blog]

Dating exs friend revenge

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