#but i trauma-bonded with that city. it's my home and I want to move back there. i am invested in it not sucking when I do get back)

[grunge-mermaid]

the city of Ottawa spent decades developing a company town out Downtown for an industry that has adapted and evolved to the new world order, leaving the city struggling to "revitalize" the neighbourhood to "help local* businesses"

are they increasing transit to make getting downtown easier? are they encouraging businesses to open more than 11am-3pm M-F? are they asking the tens of thousands of people who live in the neighbourhood what services/businesses they want/need and then incentivizing those businesses to open in the neighbourhood? are they encouraging businesses that offer activities beyond "eat overpriced mediocre food and get drunk on overpriced mediocre booze"? are they offering parking or transit passes to public servants?

nope.

they're cutting transit, pandering to the businesses who could not be fucked to adapt, and forcing the same number of workers into a fraction of the office space despite most of the data showing that WFH is just as or more productive than office work, and putting extra expenses on workers whose wages have not kept up with inflation who now have to pay for transportation and before/after school childcare on top of being expected to spend $20-$30 a day on burnt coffee, stale sandwiches, and soggy salads at businesses whose owners want you to torpedo your budget, work/life balance, and quality of life just to line their pockets

[dc-x-reader-stuff]

HusbandJason Todd x Reader head cannons please !!!

Husband! Jason Todd Hc’s

Jason Todd x Gn!Reader

My first time writing Jason stuff, AaAa - I hope it’s accurate to a good point. Like I said before I’m partial to Wayne Family Adventures Jason and a mix between him and the other versions of Jason’s I’ve seen on this app so I hope it’s acceptable- TvT

I’ve seen a lot of people be a stickler about the accuracy of Jason and have gotten genuinely angry if he was too nice or too angry or whatever so it’s all ahdjfnfjfn-

Anyways I hope you enjoy though- :DD

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The wedding the both of you have was small. Well, small-ish - there was a lot of people he wanted to invite, surprisingly, ranging from some close friends, to allies in the vigilante world, to his family. There were a lot of vigilante’s in their civilian forms at your guy’s wedding. Your side of the family was really surprised The Bruce Wayne and The Clark Kent was there without any paparazzi whatsoever.

(You and Jason were very careful about that. So was Bruce, especially for all the hell Jason went through when he was younger. They may be on better terms now, but he still felt he had a lot to make up for. Jason is completely fine with that - to a point, of course.)

The honeymoon? Nice and calm vacation to a small town near Smallville. Jason and you wanted a getaway for just eachother, without any stresses of vigilante stuff, or villains to inevitably interrupt that.

Unbeknownst to the both of you, his siblings were also keeping a very strict routine of ‘DO NOT CONTACT JASON OR Y/N UNLESS IF IT IS A DIRE, DIRE EMERGENCY’

Trust me, if it was two dires you both would’ve had to come home.

Luckily that didn’t happen.

Now, married life back in the city was a whole other thing to get used to.

You two have already lived together for the past couple years beforehand. You two have already dealt with your fair share of strains in the relationship, and still do to some degree. But luckily over the years before marriage you guys found a way to deal with that in a healthy way.

You prioritize healthy coping skills. So does Jason.

Even your respective therapists do. (Harley Quinn helped you both find ones qualified for your respective traumas. Very hard task, but Harley has a bit of a soft spot for Red Hood both in and out of the mask. She’s pretty chill with you too.)

Jason has his bouts of anger. Never, ever takes it out on you though, ever. Hell no. You guys have a punching bag for that. Sometimes you both use it together if you guys are venting about your day! Very cathartic and nice to bond with.

He teaches you how to fight. Just in case. You hate using weapons but he helps you get more comfortable, and you guys go over plans in case of break-ins, kidnappings, ect.

Especially if someone decides to burgle your cat.

You guys have a black cat you guys found in an alleyway a year into dating. He is your guy’s son that you decided to name Robin. Jason didn’t like the name at first, especially since you not-so-subtly alluded it to be reminiscent of his Robin days, but over time it stuck.

Robin is a nice and very sweet kitty. No one messes with Robin and you have thrown hands after someone broke into your apartment once to steal him. That was also during the time you moved in with Jason, he freaked out when you called him after the break in. Thoroughly impressed you managed to beat up the intruder but he cares about your’s and your cat’s safety - you moved in not long afterwards.

Reading and drawing dates - you guys, even into your marriage, go on small dates like these that don’t require too much thought or money. Sometimes you go to the park, or if it’s raining to your guy’s favorite café, with your favorite books (and sketchbook no. 173637294 for you specifically), and just enjoy your times together.

You guys do it at home too, but it’s fun to dress up and get out of the apartment for those kinds of dates.

Your home, despite all the weapons he has hidden around or on ‘decorative’ display, is quite cozy too!! It’s your safe space and you want it to exude that energy all throughout. Jason likes figuring out where decorations and furniture should go with you, it’s his favorite thing that gives him a sense of normalcy with you.

Also the banter between you two is fun. Smartass after smartass remark leaves you in stitches with laughter. Especially if it’s late at night and you both are loopy from lack of sleep. (Jason has more practice with that but it still effects him to some degree.)

At this point being married, you’re used to his nightly activities too. Sometimes you stay up and make him his favorite food to the best of your ability (you aren’t too good at cooking, but you’re learning for the both of you, same as him). Other times you just order takeout and eat with him.

Sometimes you help with his injuries, other times you don’t. If they’re small and benign he’s able to do them himself, bigger ones have you worried and helping him.

You always make sure he has an icepack ready for bruises. He’s taught you how to stitch wounds up to, given the fact that you don’t have as much medical experience as him.

Also after his nightly escapades as Red Hood, you guys sit and have tea too!! Calms him down enough to sleep, even if some nights are harder than others.

He’s gotten better at coping with his PTSD, but as per the usual he does have his nightmares at times. You being there right next to him helps. And you help ground him back into reality. Be it cuddles, if he’s comfortable with them, or be it just sitting there next to him and talking to him about whatever’s on your mind until he’s laying back down to listen to you.

You guys switch between who’s big and little spoon.

Robin is always near you guys in some way during bedtime. One time you woke up to cat fur in between your’s and Jason’s heads before. Robin doesn’t understand personal space at all but you guy’s love it all the same.

Speaking of which, he’s a natural born shoulder kitty! He will jump on your shoulders when the offer is available. Sometimes he scares the crap out of the both of you though whenever he’s being frisky, though. But normally Robin’s smart enough to do it when you two are aware that he’s there. He learns.

On your harder days, Jason makes you breakfast and makes you tea just like you do for him. He always asks you what you need, what you’re comfortable with. Some days it’s cuddling, other times when you don’t want to be touched you just tell him you want him near only. He knows that’s when he can just sit beside you on either the couch, table, barstools or bed and just read while you listen and watch your guy’s favorite shows.

You guys also have nights where you guys have watch parties too.

Sometimes his siblings join in too, bringing food from Alfred as well. It’s fun, and annoying for Jason at times, but still great nonetheless.

You guys visit the manor when needed, or during holidays too. Hanukkah, Christmas, Valentine’s Day, certain Galas, birthday parties, ect.

Sometimes you guys both just visit to mess with his siblings and Bruce. Cause some chaos a bit, that sort of thing. It’s fun.

Also you guys have gossip dates.

Be it about vigilante drama, co-worker drama, customer drama, family drama, villain drama, you guys will gossip and when those dates are at home Robin the cat will put his two cents in as well. He’s as vocal as he is sweet. Which is very.

And sometimes you record when Jason and Robin have conversations. Neither of you guys can understand the cat’s meows but it’s so fun interpreting it and seeing your husband have a full on conversation with the cat. You send it to the group chat you’re in with all the siblings and he never hears the end of it for the next few patrols. Sometimes Dick and Tim and Duke want to know what the tea is between Jason and the cat and he always says “That’s between me, my spouse and my cat, not you three.”

You inevitably tell them anyways, as well as Cass, Steph and Barbara.

Also Damian loves Robin that cat. He requests play dates between his pets and yours. You always cave for the kid, much to Jason’s dismay. But then again, he caves for him too. He always does.

Speaking of kids, I don’t think you guys will necessarily have one for a long, long while.

You guys agreed that you have to be absolutely sure and ready. Financially, mentally, emotionally, physically, mentally. Kids are a big responsibility and neither of you want your kids to ever grow up in an unsafe and unstable environment.

When you guys are ready though, which won’t be for a long while, I’m sure you guys will pull a Bruce and adopt or foster kids. Teenagers first, along with their siblings if they have any. You’d never separate them from their siblings - hell, the both of you, along with some help from his family and friends, would track siblings down if needed.

Like I said though, that won’t be for a long while.

You two are perfectly content in your save haven apartment with your lovely black cat Robin.

Besides, if you guys had kids early, Robin would be jealous and attention starved.

Neither of you would want that.

[imagines-to-quench-thirst]

Speak in Flowers

Flowers speak their own words and show their actions. And your man loves to speak it out loud.

Includes: Victor Creed (Sabertooth), Loki, Thor, Steve Rogers (Captian America), Bucky Barnes (Winter Solider), Bruce Wayne (Batman), Clark Kent (Superman), Arthur Curry (Aquaman), Orm Marius, Joker, Duncan Vizla (Polar)

All my knowledge about the flowers I found on this link

Enjoy this little fluff piece!

Victor Creed (SABERTOOTH)

PINK CAMELLIA: Longing for you

Victor lives his long life with little to no memories, as most are filled with shocking trauma and events. As years passed and you met him, he was emotionally stunned, fearing what to say and show. The relationship was blooming and bubbling into a fresh memory Victor did not want to miss, but his life did not build him that way. Books helped a lot to him, for him to communicate in ways he needed to express to you his love, his devotion, and his happiness.

You keep every single post-it note, notes in your books, phone, and bathroom mirror he has left. Victor wished to show more of himself in small ways. And therefore, he went for a long walk around the city trying to find a token he could present to you with pride. And then he stopped in front of a flower shop, not looking at all the roses it had on display but at the daintiest petals—pink Camellia. An older lady approaches him, saying.

"Their meanings are Longing For You."

Victor's mind clicks, "I'll buy it."

Returning home, he presents the flowers to you with a slightly spoken tone "I thought of you when I saw them."

Loki

HONEYSUCKLE: Bonds of Love

Ever since Loki decided to take the position as Thor's right hand in governing New Asgard, he inescapably made date nights a fantasy to have. Seeing him several times a month and a few weekly calls doesn't leave much to it. It was as heavy for Loki as for you. Two lovers from different realms trying to make it work. With that, the distance made Loki a nuisance to your delivery man. Every day at 11 am, at your door with a package in hand. At this point in time, you are on a first-name basis.

"Morning, Y/n. Back again."

"Morning, Stephen. Thanks again. Have a cookie."

Loki sent small things that could be delivered easier and faster so you could feel his presence somehow. Most of the packages held a few popular treats, accompanied by letters from him depicting how his day was and always, at the end, writing how much he misses you and cannot wait to have you in his arms. In a new package from today, this one was the most fascinating. Opening the brown box, Hologram butterflies exited the box flying around the room, glowing slightly green as they dispersed into thin air. Looking down, you see delicate branches colored with pink and orange petals, each branching out in their own direction, forming a halo-like shape. Opening your phone, you snap a picture and google search for its name

"Honeysuckles? Hmm...Thanks, Wikipedia. Now let us see the meaning."

Bonds of love.

"Oh, how I miss you, Loki."

Thor

MARJORAM: Joy and happiness

Thor was in a tight position. He was now leading New Asgard on Earth and managed to convince you to try and live in this new area so you could be with him. Not ready to fully move there, you decided to live there for the next 3 months, taking a well-deserved break from work. Living there was a new experience, and you were there to witness the city's first town meeting, first competitions, first restaurant openings, and, as of this moment, the first festival with Thor in hand. Even Loki was there looking somewhat happy but primarily absent.

"You good, Loki?"

"A bit. Seeing the Asgardian people happy makes me joyous, but I miss my lover."

"When are you seeing them?"

"In a few days. They do not know. It will be a surprise."

You looked at him, offering a comforting hug as the people walked around enjoying themself. The sky rumbled, announcing Thor's imminent arrival. Thor's step continued to rumble, and Loki stepped away from you, joining the crowd. Thor was now in front of you, smile beaming and hands full of... green leaves?

"MY DARLING!!" Thor shouted

"Thor...no need to shout. I am in front of you."

"Excuse me! Here you go!"

Thor offers the bouquet of green leaves to you. You accept, sniffing the faint smell of herbs.

"Are these used for... cooking?"

"Yes, I mean, no. Well, the nice lady in the flower shop told me they complement any meat, fish, or vegetable."

"Thanks, I guess..."

"That is not the point of those flowers. Their meanings are Joy and Happiness. Which I feel those feelings when I am with you."

Thor explained nervously, glancing at you with hearty eyes, hoping you would like them as much as he loves you.

"I love you... and the flowers." you replied

Bucky Barnes (Winter Solider)

BLUE AND RED SALVIA: I think of you/ Forever mine

Bucky loves love. Because of you. He cherished the moments he got to experience in this new modern life when he thought it would be a throw-away line. He adored each of those love-filled moments and loved making them even more. Bucky had a small notebook at all times with him where he wrote each moment he did with you, keeping an excellent timeline as well as future notes on what he should do next time. While looking at his notebook, he noticed the lack of gift-giving, especially flowers. Flowers for Bucky where a personalized and live-like message for your lover. And therefore, he decided to find flowers that were the definition of BUCKY. Walking to market place, Bucky walked among the fresh fruits and produce, looking and thinking until his gaze was filled with so many flowers. Stopping at the sight, Bucky hears a thoughtful voice inquiring

"Looking for a unique flower?"

"Yes, for my partner. Something that would depict me as a flower, if there is a flower like that." Bucky speaks self-doubt lacing his voice

"Of course there is; flowers speak many languages."

Bucky nodded, looking at the flowers stopping at two different versions of the same densely packed tubular flowers with velvety leaves. Red and blue.

"Those are Salvia. The red ones mean 'Forever Mine', and the blue ones mean 'I Think Of You'. Hummingbirds and butterflies love them."

"I do call Y/n hummingbird from time to time." Bucky whispered while taking out his wallet to pay, "I'll take them both."

Arriving in a better mood back home, Bucky found his love lounging on the couch. Walking to you with light ninja steps, he placed the flowers in front of you.

"Suprise!"

Steve Rogers (Captian America)

HOLLY: Defense, Domestic Happiness

Steve was on many missions, which were given with his work/lifestyle. So he relished in it when he was home with you. His housewife kink was really showing (if you know what I mean *wink wink*). He adored it when he was doing the laundry with you, doing the dishes, decorating the room the way you like, and planting new herbs and vegetables in your garden. Steve was sold on the whole fantasy he has with you. And he wanted you to show you that. Everyday. Every second.

With that, Steve went on a hunt to find flowers he knew would communicate that. Steve hopped onto a public train in his best 'don't look at me, I know I am famous' disguise, glimpsing at the passing city inching closer to the town center and hopping off his stop going towards a flower shop as he goes cautiously to the lady

"Good day, ma'am. The name is Frank Castle, and I am looking for a flower that would communicate that I love my home and my partner." Steve said, trying not to be suspicious of his 'real name.'

"That name rings a bell, but you don't seem familiar from the photos I have seen of 'Frank.'" The lady says with a hint of suspicion in her voice, looking at the tall blonde up and down. But he wasn't the only one who appeared in front of her with a fake name, and she was a pro at sniffing out a fake. Nonetheless, she wasn't going to put the man in a tight spot.

"Is there a flower you like? Any flower that speaks to you?" She asked. Steve, I mean Frank, looks at the flowers, seeing all kinds of colors and textures in an ecstasy of nature's artistic expression. Finding a dainty four-petal flower so tiny and minuscule an untrained eye would not catch its beauty.

"That is a Holly. They mean 'Defense' and 'Domestic Happiness'." Steve smiled at the flowers that were the size of a pin, smiling gleefully, "I'll take them."

Walking back home with a bouquet in hand, steve opens the door seeing Y/n making dinner. "Y/n? Turn around." Turning around, steve smiles at your surprised smile, appearing in a second when seeing the flowers.

"A little something so you know what I feel when I am with you."

Bruce Wayne (Batman)

IRIS: Faith, Trust, Wisdom, Hope, Valor

Bruce knew he had it good with you. Really good. You were so, so SO understanding of him, his actions, and his double life. Not even once doubting him but being there with him. Bruce wanted you to know how much he loves you for that, and there were so many ways he could show you that. Trips, gifts, new adventures in new parts of the world, you name it, he will give it to you in seconds. But Bruce remembered that the smallest things mean the most, something he learned from his father when he saw him give his mother flowers every single day when returning from work. As Bruce was in his 'day' office, he called up a number of the oldest flower shop in Gotham, knowing the owner quite well.

"Mr. Wayne. Good to hear from you." The lady said happily

"Mrs. Flowerbottom. Always good to hear from you as well. I would need your expertise. I have been with my lover for a few months now, and I would like some flowers that describe them."

"Of course. And how would you describe your lover, Mr. Wayne?" "They are smart, brave, trust me, and I trust them, and quite simply, they are my hope for a better future." The lady chuckles at the honey-covered words from the billionaire former playboy looking at flowers that describe y/n to the bone.

"I am looking at them right now. Would you like to add a note?" "Yes, it would be: "Thank you for being yourself. I love you with all my strength and heart. Yours always, Bruce.""

Hanging up and finishing up the day, Bruce entered his car smiling, knowing that in a few hours, his lover will a unique surprise back in their shared home. Arriving back at Wayne manor. Bruce looks at the enormous bouquet of Hydrangeas standing proudly in the middle of the living room, a small note with a definition of irises at the bottom of the bouquet

IRIS: Faith, Trust, Wisdom, Hope, Valor

The keys jingle again as you enter, seeing Bruce standing next to the bouquet, saying softly

"These are for you."

Clark Kent (Superman)

YARROW: Everlasting love

Clark was a Boy Scout. Everyone called him that; the man was a boy at heart personified. His smile never dropped, he was always ready to help others, and he was a lovesick puppy at heart. So lovesick. Clark breathed you. His demeanor changed completely when he was with you. He was and still is diving head-first into the relationship. Telling you about his plans with you having a house, having kids, and an all-around perfect life. He wanted it with you.

Clark made it his everlasting task to bring you home flowers every day after work. To show you that he loves you to the ends of the universe and back. One day when he was going to his usual flower shop he saw new flowers, flowers that weren't there yesterday. And those flowers beckoned him to come closer, sniff them, and be entranced in their intoxicating smell. "They are called Yarrow." the lady said, smiling at the glasses-wearing dork. "They mean Everlasting Love."

Clark smiles at the yellow droplet-like flowers taking them in hand and smelling the sweet and tangy fragrance. Waving the lady goodbye, promising to arrive again tomorrow as he heads home to his love. Hearing the door open, you walk towards Clark, ready to give him his welcome home kiss, but before you can do that, Clark shows you yellow flowers with the tangiest smell.

"For my everlasting love."

Arthur Curry (Aquaman)

ASTER: Symbol of Love and Daintiness

Arthur loved to scare and surprise you. He loved to go behind the couch to scare you and then present you with a small gift to make you not angry at him. Trinkets such as seashells, funny coffee mugs, or even t-shirts were out of context and confusing. It was funny, really. And sometimes Arthur can go overboard with the scares to the point where you get mad at him and make him sleep on the couch. Like today, Arthur woke up with a stiff neck and aching back while you were well-slept and making yourself your morning tea. Arthur messed up big time, and he was on a mission to make it better by the end of the day. Running like a headless chicken to town, Arthur zoomed past people startling them along the way. Halting to a stop, he sees his salvation, a flower shop. Walking inside, he is greeted by a lady seeing him disheveled and out of breath.

"Please, help me. I messed up with my dove, and I need your best flowers." He pleaded

"Look around the store and see what flower catches your attention." Looking around the room, Arthur spins a few times around, his mind starting to blur, dizziness taking over his decision process. Slowing down, his body turns to a corner of the room with purple-colored daisy flowers.

"The daisies!" Arthur exclaimed, pointing at them like a 3-year-old kid. The lady chuckles as she walks over to them, taking them out of the vase. "They are called Asters. They mean Symbol of Love and Daintiness."

"Well, my dove is dainty and my symbol of love. I'll take them." You watch from the window as Arthur walks back home with flowers in hand, a big smile on his face. The door unlocks, and you make yourself busy by staring blankly at your book as Arthur inches closer, extending his hand which held the flowers. Looking at him, uninterested, he says

"They are called Asters. They are symbols of Love and Daintiness. And to me, you are both. And I am sorry to scare you so much, and I love you."

"....fine. I accept your apologies.Dumbass."

Orm Marius

CALLA LILY : Beauty

Orm had a first relationship with a human. A surface dweller. Someone he held no positive emotions, and yet...he was smitten. So much so that he decided to live with them a few days a week as a start. Orm felt himself stumble into a new world, a world where some souls expressed themself with care, actions, words, or even presents, the most popular being flowers. As Orm walked around town with his chosen love, he saw a flower shop looking at the offers they had. Letting go of Y/n's hand, he walks over using the given time while Y/n's distracted by the fountain waterworks. Stepping closer, he stops at tubular shape flowers.

"They are Calla Lilly. They are extraordinary flowers." the lady working speaks to Orm. "Why are they special?" Orm asks, looking confused at the white flowers.

"They mean beauty. In their own language," she explained.

"The flowers have their own language?"

"Yes, in a way. The flowers you give to your loved ones can be interpreted in a special way beyond the aesthetic." Orm thought for a second before taking out 5 dollars." I have one paper on this currency. Is that enough to cover the whole store?"

The lady laughed at his bluntness as she took the bill and handed him 3 Lillies. "No, but it gives you 3 calla lilies."Orm grunts at his failure but nonetheless smiles as he walks back to Y/n, handing the Lillies.

"These are for you, my beauty."

Joker

YELLOW JASMINE: Grace and Elegance

J tried to keep his job away from you. he tried to divide his "job" away from your eyes, ears, and hands. But it was not something he had complete control over it. Most of the time, he arrived bruised and bloodied while you played nurse. And he wanted to show you in his own way what you mean to him. So he took you in his purple Lamborghini towards the end of the city, a place that would not be considered part of Gotham, a shrouded place, abandoned houses, people looking at you like with a predator-like gaze. Joker held your hand as you walked towards a tiny restaurant you would surely miss if you did not see the small sign at the bottom of the floor spelling out 'Eat in, not out'.

Entering the place, you and J sit next to each other, and you start to ask questions. This wasn't the place where you two would usually go. No glitz and glamour, expensive tiny dishes that would cost an arm and leg, views that would depict the whole Gotham feeling as if you were running the town. It was all swapped with a one-room-sized restaurant without photos, calendars showing the year 2012, and an elderly woman standing in front of you

"Good to see you, J." She spoke her voice gravely, but her perfume was flowery intoxicating

"And you as well, Mrs. Flowerbottom. For tonight I brought my special person here, and I would like your best dish combo."

Mrs. Flowerbottom smiled lovely at you moving back into the kitchen, and you felt just more question bubble in you.

"You come here often?" You asked, looking at him with more question marks in your eyes.

"I was living here at one point. When I had no money when I was younger, I slept on the floor where we are. This place means a lot to me."

While J spoke, Mrs. Flowerbottom brought out chicken soup on a tray, the bowls big enough for 3 people. And next to the food on J's side, she puts flowers with the same sweet perfume Mrs. Flowerbottom was shrouded in. The small clusters of starry, pure-white petals with rich green leaves. J takes them giving them to you.

"I know that I am not good with words, but I have learned that yellow jasmines mean grace and elegance. And I will give you that. By opening myself up and my history with you."

Kissing his lips, you reply, "I would love that."

Duncan Vizla (Polar)

LOTUS FLOWER: Purity, Enlightenment, Self-regeneration, and Rebirth

Duncan felt his way of life changed because of you. You two lived in his cabin next to the lake, shrouded in snow, away from people, enjoying nature's ambiance, feeling thankful for the experience you are sharing with your Donut. Duncan felt himself being happy. He enjoys chopping wood outside in the freezing cold, knowing that he is chopping them for a fire where he will sit behind you, telling his stories about when he was 'working' back in the day. But Duncan wasn't too much of a gift-giver. He was still finding himself in this relationship. And while Duncan was chopping wood, he saw you peaking outside the window, a blanket on your shoulder looking so cozy and inviting him in. Seeing you wave and then moving back in the room, Duncan stopped his actions and walked behind the house and behind a few trees into the woods, seeing the small Polly dom he made no bigger than a 1-meter squared cube. Removing the shrouded small man-made pond was holding his hard work. He managed to grow louts flowers in this weather and in this land. But thanks to the guidance of a sweet lady, he did a good job.

"Thank you, Mrs. Flowerbottom." He said into the cold wind. Taking his flowers and putting them in a basket, he walks into his home. The warm ambiance melted off his cold shake. And you see Duncan with a small grin, and you know he did something he shouldn't

"If you killed someone and buried them in the back, I do not want to know, Duncan." Duncan laughs as he hands you the cloth-covered basket.

"I didn't kill anyone, but I did something for you." With a puzzled look, you remove the cloth seeing pink lotus flowers, the fragrance filling your nose."

"When did you buy them?" You asked, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "I didn't. I planted them a few months ago."

"Why louts? They are so hard to grow here."

Duncan sits down, looking at you with a warm smile as he holds your hands, rubbing small circles of comfort.

"Because I learned they mean Purity, Enlightenment, Self-regeneration, and Rebirth... which reminds me of you. And a bit of me as well. More so, the rebirth. I feel like a new man with you, with a new life."

Feeling eyes prickle in your eyes, you say with a soft chuckle, "You really know how to make me ugly cry, Donut."

Hope you liked it! Tell me what you think.-V

[wonkyradio]

It was a long drive, but I finally made it. Silent Hill. I was raised here. My father lived and died here. I died here before I had the chance to live at all.

Members of bread bank know him already, but I figured I should officially post him to Tumblr. Meet protagonist of my Silent Hill fan game concept, Last Wish! Will is resourceful but paranoid, and compassionate but cowardly. He's a guy with a lot of baggage, and his connection to Walter Sullivan leads him down a path he can't turn back from. You may see more of him here in the future!

Brief background under the cut:

Silent Hill: Last Wish

William 'Will' Dent had his dad (William Dent Sr. 'Bill') killed by the order for looking into and trying to free the children from the prison depicted in sh4, and was the man interviewed by Joseph in his article about 4S (found by Heather in sh3). He spent a short time in the wish house following his father's murder, as the Order had immediate influence over child services in Silent Hill.

He becomes the roommate of a young Walter Sullivan, a sensitive boy, who starts looking up to Will as an older brother after being rescued from bullies. The two bond during Will's short time there, and he became 'Wally's protector and mentor, despite only being a few years older. For him, it was an opportunity to respect his father's legacy, as he'd been taught from a young age that those with strength should always protect those without it.

His mother (Laura Dent) finds out and comes to retrieve him about two months later. His dad was a stay at home father who preferred to live off the grid, his mother often had to go on business trips. She was out of town when the order killed her husband and basically abducted her son. After weeks of searching for where her son was being kept, Laura finally is able to rescue him from the Wish House. Walter pleaded for the opportunity to go with them, but was punished and placed in the child prison by George Rosten for his betrayal of the holy mother. Will never got to say goodbye to him. The fact Will's mother came to retrieve him was used against Walter, motivating him even further to later perform the sacraments.

Laura and Will immediately moved out of Silent Hill and into the city where she worked - Will grows up, struggles with missing his father and the fact his murder was officially unsolved. There are times he thinks of young Wally, and wonders if the boy ever learned to stand up for himself. He kept a gift Walter made him, a small God's Eye, and carried it with him as a reminder to stand up for his ideals even when afraid.

As the years go on he becomes more and more reclusive and cowardly, fearing that one day The Order would come for him. This paranoia and unresolved trauma eventually led to a mental breakdown, landing him in an institution for a short time. Upon being released, the first thing he decided to do was to visit his father's grave in Silent Hill for the first time since his death nearly two decades prior.

He returns to Silent Hill initially only to visit his father's grave, but he gets drawn into town after seeing someone lingering just outside the cemetery. It was Walter Sullivan, shortly after killing one of his first victims. If he wanted to move on, there was one more thing he'd have to do before leaving: find out what happened to Wally, and solve his father's murder.

[chelseachilly]

THIS LOVE - prologue | high tide came and brought you in

pairing: ben chilwell x reader

rating: T

word count: 1.5k

summary: you and ben have been best friends since you were kids. there’s nothing you wouldn’t do for him, including pretending to be his girlfriend to help his career when his public image has taken a hit. what’s the worst that can happen?

A/N: hi everyone! welcome to my latest ben fic! thanks to everyone who voted in the poll i made recently, ultimately i couldn’t decide so ended up going with both fake dating and friends to lovers lol. the title is from this love by taylor swift (taylor’s version obvi) <3

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When you woke up today, becoming Ben Chilwell’s girlfriend is the last thing you would’ve expected to happen. Short of an alien invasion or a complete nuclear apocalypse, there is hardly any conceivable scenario that you would’ve had a harder time believing.

The day starts like any other.

You wake up after hitting snooze a couple times then hurry to get ready for work. You don’t have time to make coffee at home, so you grab a latte and a bagel from Pret on your way to the hospital.

It’s a typical, stressful day in the life of an A&E nurse, with a few major traumas coming in and the usual NHS understaffing issues.

You have lunch with your favourite coworker talk close friend Valerie, who you met in uni, and talked shit about your least favourite coworkers while eating mediocre salads from the cafeteria.

By the end of the day, you’re totally exhausted, practically dragging your feet as you walk up the stairs to your flat and collapse on the couch.

You’ve just mustered the energy to change into your pyjamas when there’s a knock on your door, and you excitedly run over to grab your dinner.

Unfortunately, it isn’t the Indian takeaway you’ve ordered waiting for you on the other side, it’s your best friend Ben.

“I thought you were Indian food,” you groan.

“Sorry to disappoint,” Ben chuckles as you step aside to let him in and he kicks off his shoes. “Tough day?”

“Long day,” you reply, walking back over to your couch and plopping down as Ben walks into your kitchen to get a drink, making himself at home.

You and Ben have been best friends since you were six, when you and your family moved and you started at the same primary school as him. He was the first kid to show you some kindness by asking if you wanted to join him and his mates for a game of football at recess. Obviously, at the time you couldn’t have predicted that the childhood pastime would turn into a massively successful career for him.

You two grew closer over the years and remained close even when he started at Leicester’s academy and you didn’t get to spend nearly as much time together. You almost never missed a home game, regardless of if it was a friendly in the academy days or a monumental Champions League match once he made it to Chelsea.

Likewise, Ben has always been there for you, supporting you as you worked your butt off to make it through uni and get your nursing certification. He was elated when you landed a job at a hospital in London not long after he signed with Chelsea, immediately offering you a spare bedroom.

Although you did take him up on that offer for a couple months while you saved up and looked for a decent flat, you eventually got your own place to be closer to work. And because you found that guys you went out with were either threatened or way too excited when they found out you lived with a Premier League footballer.

You’ve both been living in London for about three years now, and while you’ve made your fair share of friends in the city, there is something special about the bond you have with Ben. He knows you better than anyone else, just as you know him, and hanging out with him always feels right.

He feels like home.

Ben joins you on the couch with two beers he stole from your fridge, one of which he passes to you.

You raise an eyebrow, accepting the drink and taking a sip. “Since when are you allowed to drink the week of a game?”

“I’m just having one,” Ben retorts, kicking his feet up on your coffee table. “I’ve had a long day, too.”

“Oh, right, the PR meeting was today,” you recall. “How did it go?”

“Not great,” he sighs. “Do you think I’m a man whore?”

You nearly spit out your beer, trying very hard not to laugh as Ben looks at you with complete earnestness.

“Well, um, I wouldn’t say it like that,” you chuckle. “But…”

“Oh my god,” Ben groans. “If my best friend thinks that, no wonder my publicist says my image is shit.”

Frankly, Ben’s reputation has been better. Lately, he’s been spotted with more models and influencers than you can keep track of, none of whom stick around for very long. The media has been loving it, branding him as Chelsea’s resident playboy and splashing photos of him leaving clubs with beautiful women all over the tabloids.

You try not to judge, as it’s none of your business who Ben hooks up with, but you do think it’s a bit unlike him to be so reckless about it. Nevertheless, you’ve kept those thoughts to yourself.

“Isn’t that sort of the norm for footballers, though?” you question. “I mean, it’s not like a cheating scandal or something. Some of those guys are way worse than you, at least from what I’ve seen online.”

“Yeah, but according to Shreya, my publicist, times are changing and people don’t like the playboy shit anymore. Apparently I would have more luck getting brand deals and stuff if I seemed more…wholesome.”

You love Ben, but you struggle to see the man who proudly told you he left Jack Grealish’s party with two girls a few weeks ago as wholesome.

“So, what’s the plan?” you ask, taking another sip of beer. “Be more discreet with your hookups?”

“Not exactly,” Ben replies. “The team thinks…and I know this sounds crazy, but they want me to get a girlfriend. Well, a fake one. Someone to improve my image.”

You can’t help but burst out laughing at the absurdity of the situation, and Ben narrows his eyes at you.

“God, I didn’t know famous people actually did that,” you say, trying to hold back your laughter. “Who’s she gonna set you up with? Please say it’s Taylor Swift. She’s single now!”

Ben laughs for a moment before setting his beer down on the table and turning to face you with a slightly more serious expression on his face.

“Actually, they had someone else in mind,” he says sheepishly. “Someone I already know.”

“Who is it?” you ask, trying to rack your brain to think of what girls Ben knows that would improve his image. Outside of his family and his mates’ girlfriends, you’re pretty much the only woman who is a constant presence in his life. “Wait, are you - don’t tell me you’re asking me?”

Ben pauses for a moment before hesitantly nodding, looking a bit as though he’s afraid you’re going to hit him. Which, frankly, you’re considering.

“The PR team asked if I knew any girls that would work and Mark started going on and on about how you’re my best friend and a nurse and they all said you would be perfect-“

“Ben, I can’t date you!” you exclaim, cursing his agent, Mark, for even suggesting something so absurd. “Who would even believe that?”

“We don’t need people who know us to believe it, just the public,” he states. “And you don’t have to actually date me, we just have to pretend in public for a couple months.”

“I know, but…”

“Please, Y/N?” Ben says, looking at you with wide eyes that you’ve found hard to resist since he was using them to get your extra biscuits in fourth year. “I know it’s a weird request, but it could really help me out.”

It’s really hard to say no to that. Ben has always been there for you in every way imaginable. He once flew to Leeds, where you went to uni, on a moment’s notice because you were stressing over finals and needed a friend. A couple years into his time at Leicester, your dad lost his job and Ben insisted upon covering your parents’ mortgage for six months to help out, claiming he “owed them for all the Sunday roasts” and refusing to accept repayment even when your dad found work again.

He would never use any of that as a bargaining chip or try to cash in a favour, but you really do feel as though you owe him one. And more importantly, you want to help him.

“Okay,” you sigh. “I’ll be your stupid fake girlfriend or whatever.”

“Really?” Ben’s face lights up and he pulls you into a tight hug. “Thank you so much. God, you’re a lifesaver.”

You hug him back just as tightly, breathing in his familiar scent - a mix of his aftershave with a bit of grass and something else.

“You’re welcome,” you say, rolling your eyes slightly as you pull back. “I feel like I’m gonna regret this.”

“You won’t, I promise,” Ben assures you. “I’ll give you a cut when I land the next big brand deal, how’s that?”

“Ew, no, that makes me feel a bit prostitutey,” you chuckle. “It’s just a favour, no need to compensate me. Although you can pay for the food when it gets here, since you’re gonna end up stealing half of it anyways.”

“Deal,” he grins, grabbing your TV remote and putting on an episode of New Girl you’ve both seen before.

As you settle in with your beers and samosas, laughing at the television together, you can’t help but wonder what you’ve just signed up for.

Oh well. What’s the worst that could happen?

A/N: i hope you enjoyed this first part, please let me know what you thought!! should have the next up soon! 💕 (also let me know if you want to be added to the tag list!)

[strangethings-everywhere]

Before You Go // Ethan Landry // Ch.1

Masterlist Word Count: 1214 Warnings: swearing, trauma Author's note: welcome to my new hyperfixation, I love me some Jack Champion

After moving to New York with your friends after the Woodsboro killings, you try to leave all of it behind you and start over. You become friends with Ethan Landry, but after Ghostface returns, you start to become suspicious of everyone, especially him.

New York City was different from Woodsboro in many ways, but you enjoyed that there seemed to be people everywhere you looked. After the most recent Ghostface attacks back home, you had issues being alone. Whenever it got too quiet, you glanced over your shoulder and jumped at little noises. 

Another good thing was that no one knew who you were. Sam and Tara were notorious, especially due to the rumors that had been circulating online. Mindy and Chad were notable, being both victims and having a legacy character for an uncle. You, however? No one knew your name. New York was a fresh start, a place to wipe the slate clean and move on from Woodsboro’s notorious reputation. 

You were majoring in film alongside Mindy, the two of you having bonded over movies since elementary school. Chad always made fun of you for how passionate you were about films, but it didn’t bother you. You had a passion and you knew that you were meant to do something with it. 

It was close to Halloween and you had followed Tara to a frat party. She was a pirate and you were dressed as Daenerys Targaryen. The house was full of people and they were all in costume, including two boys dressed as Ghostface. Tara, however, didn’t seem to notice. 

“Hey, guys!” Mindy waved from one of the couches. She was draped over Anika, her girlfriend, who also gave you a friendly wave. You grinned and plopped yourself on the arm of the couch. “All hail Khaleesi, look at you!”

“Thanks.” You gave her a little bow. “Where’s Chad?”

“Over with Ethan, being a fool as usual.” She pointed across the room.

Chad was dressed as a shirtless cowboy (no surprise) and grinning like a maniac at Ethan, who had made knight armor out of cardboard and looked like he wanted to crawl into the carpet. Ethan spotted you first and gave you a dorky half-wave. 

You weren’t quite sure how Chad and Ethan got matched up as roommates, especially since they were so different. Chad was pretty outgoing, living up to his name. Ethan was pretty shy and very awkward. It had been six months since you had moved to New York and three months since the beginning of the semester and you still didn’t know very much about Ethan. 

You walked over to the two boys and Chad wrapped you up in a hug. “Dude, your cowboy sweat is repulsive.” You shouted, shoving him away. “Get your muscles away from me.”

“Fuck off.” He laughed. “You need a drink, I’ll grab you one.”

As Chad made his way to the kitchen, you turned your attention to Ethan. “How are you?”

“I’m okay,” he took a sip of his drink, “I’m still not sure how I feel about parties just yet, they’re so loud.” 

You laughed. “Not a fan of loud places?”

Ethan shrugged. “Just not used to it I guess. What about you, Y/N?”

“I didn’t go to many parties in Woodsboro.” You gave him a small smile. “The one I did go to ended up landing me in the hospital, so…” 

Ethan’s face went red. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to bring that up.”

“It’s fine.” You gave him a small pat on the shoulder. “How long did it take you to make your costume?”

Ethan launched into a very detailed description, but you stopped paying attention. He had an infectious joy that made you wish you feel as happy as he looked. There was something about his smile that just pulled you in and made you feel all warm inside. You wanted to be his friend so badly, even if it meant just being around his toothy grin. After everything that had happened, you still couldn’t bring yourself to trust him. It was probably for the best, but it was a devastating feeling. You had a hard time being around your Woodsboro friends, even after everything you’d gone through together, and that made it even harder when it came to new people. 

Ethan pulled off his helmet, releasing his curls from their cardboard prison. He reminded you of a puppy sometimes, between his smile and his hair. “I’m surprised you guys like Halloween. Especially…” He motioned at the nearest idiot wearing a Ghostface mask. 

You clenched your jaw. Ethan was right; it was pretty jarring walking around with people dressed like the lunatic that had tried to kill you. “It’s uh, it’s definitely weird. It’s not exactly my favorite costume.” 

Ethan opened his mouth but was interrupted by Chad’s loud shouts of greeting. The other boy shoved a cup full of something into your hands and knocked his head into Ethan’s, who let out a grunt. “Let’s dance, motherfuckers!” 

You allowed Chad to drag you onto the makeshift dance floor. Despite Chad’s athletic stature, he was a terrible dancer. Ethan sat back and watched, laughing. 

“Chad!” Anika rounded the corner. “We need you, it’s Tara.” 

He snapped to attention. It was pretty obvious to see that Chad had a thing for Tara, even if Tara hadn’t noticed yet. You raced after him, Ethan right at your heels. Tara was headed upstairs with a guy who looked one second away from forcing himself on her. Gross. As Chad attempted to defend Tara’s honor, you glanced back at Ethan. 

“You okay?” He whispered. 

“Yeah, why?”

“You just… look worried.” He placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. Before you could answer, Sam stormed up to Frankie and tased him in the balls. 

“We should go, we should GO!” You grabbed Ethan by the arm and dragged him after the others. 

You got back to your dorm that night and immediately collapsed onto your bed. It had been a chaotic evening after the party and you had been eager to get home. It wasn’t easy watching Sam and Tara deal with the Woodsboro aftermath and you were barely dealing with your own trauma. 

After removing your costume and taking a quick shower, you climbed into bed with a snack and your laptop. You had just logged onto Netflix when your phone rang. Without thinking, you answered it. “Hello?”

“Hello Y/N, having a good Halloween?” 

Fuck. 

“Who is this?” You tried to keep your voice steady, but you wanted to puke. You had been foolish to think that he was really gone.

“Aw, don’t tell me you forgot all the fun we had back in Woodsboro?” Ghostface laughed. “I missed you too. How’s college?”

“I know you didn’t call to chat, get to the point.” You stood and double-checked that your doors and windows were locked. “Where are you?”

“Don’t worry, I’m not hiding in your dorm room. Yet. I just wanted to check in. Are you gonna watch a scary movie?”

You scoffed. “Never again. You ruined them for me.” 

“How unfortunate. I’ll see you soon, sweetheart.” 

As soon as Ghostface hung up, you collapsed to the ground. Your body shook as you began to sob, panic coursing through your veins. You needed to warn them. You needed to tell someone. 

You threw on a hoodie and sprinted into the hallway and ran until you reached a familiar door. “CHAD! CHAD IT’S IMPORTANT!” 

He opened the door. “What are-”

“Ghostface is back.”

[robintherobiner]

Types of fics i need more of:

de-age fics. Baby Bruce? Teen Bruce? Baby Dick? Teen Dick? Baby Jason? Teen Jason. The list goes on and on. deage them all. is it sad? is it funny? is it cute? is it traumatic? i dont care, make them all little.

ghost fics. i want Jason to haunt the shit out of his family. he sees them all grieving, comes back to life, and instead of killing people he just leaves ominous notes like "i saw you trip on your cape." or "leave fifty bucks at *address* or i'll tell everyone about your superman body pillow."

Tim being an utter loser. I love him, but he should be incredibly put together in public and then he gets home and just... is a mess. never felt the touch of anyone, woman or man. can do complex mathematical equations but needs a calculator to solve 4 x 3. think Sherlock Holmes, who can tell everything about you from one look but doesnt know the earth revolves around the sun.

Alfred being called out for being an enabler! fuck that old man, i hate him. however if he made me a cup of tea, i would die for him. Im a very complex person.

Dick being Damians dad. so cute, i love it. Damian deserves to have his own taste of found family. fuck blood of the womb, lets go with blood of the covenent or whatever the quote says.

Jason being childish!!! i think his mental age should younger than his physical one cuz, trauma, being dead, being catatonic in some cases, also just being pretty young anywas? gimme a fic where he comes home covered in blood cuz he just killed four guys and then goes to have a shower so he can play with his rubber duckies.

kiddie crushes!!! gimme more Jason loving Wonder Woman and being an utter fanboy when he encounters her. "Oh em gee you're here to apprehend me? Wonder Woman, this is such an honor, can i have your autograph-" Young Dick meeting Superman for the first time and hiding under Bruce's cap because "He's so pretty Bruce, he's gonna hear my heart go fast!" Tim meeting Constantine and, to everyones despair, somehow adoring him. "So you do magic? Thats like, so cool! Tell me all about it. My parents were archeologists, we probably have loads of of magical objects, do you wanna check them? Do you like coffee? Did you really sell your soul to multiple people? Thats so hot- I MEAN COOL SHIT FUCK-"

Literally anything about Dicks time in the circus. I think i've only read like two fics about it? Compared to the hundreds going indepth on Tim and Jason's childhoods?

Similar to the last one, but gosh the culture shocks they all probably had! Dick was used to constantly moving from city to city. Jason going from being on the street to a mansion. Tim going from boarding school, a place full of kids his own age, to being alone in his house so that he could be Robin. Damian was used to being respected and honored, he was a prince after all, only to suddenly be told that everything he knew was wrong.

Babs and Tim. I think they would get along, i wanna see them bonding!

Joker Junior. i know its not canon and it was only in like one cartoon but oh my GOD i love it.

Trauma reveals!! i love them. Dick's time in spyral, his apprenticeship with Deathstroke, the multiple fucked up relationships he's been in. Everything Tim did during 'Brucequest', Jasons time with the LOA, literally anything from Damians childhood.

Jon being aged up and his relationship with Damian! i dont even need to add anything, you get the point.

Dana, Jack, and Janet. I want it so bad!!! Dana is implied but never confirmed to be dead so bring her back and let her and Tim mourn!! let Tim find out his parents both slept with Bruce and have Bruce be like "oops i forgot about that, soz sweetie-" let tim hate christmas eve because thats when his mother was buried!

if anyone has recs for any of these sort of fics, PLEASE GIVE THEM TO ME. i've probably read most of them already, but i have a terrible memory so i love re-reading fics. just, gimme gimme gimme

[aspiringwriter1111]

Hallmark PSA

I know since it's coming on the holiday season, I'm going to start seeing a lot of Hallmark slander.

But here's a little known fact.

Hallmark is actually really really good.

WAIT WAIT DON'T LEAVE-

Let me explain!

The movies people usually associate Hallmark with are the "old" ones (2020 and back). I bet after seeing how cliche and unhealthy they were, you didn't see a reason to watch them again after that, am I right??

But you knew them well enough to know they weren't worth your time and sanity.

Girl in a high stress job goes to small town, learns the meaning of Christmas, and then cheats on her also stressed out boyfriend back in the city with a hot cocoa making stubbly kind of rude lumberjack man then quits her job and moves to Vermont or something.

Yeah, they don't do those anymore.

At all.

I'm serious.

A part of it is that there was a purge. A year or two ago, there was a new Christmas movie company in town. All the actors that didn't like the forward direction Hallmark wanted to go in, left and joined GAC.

(Great American Family, or as I like to call it GACK. The movies are exclusively awful old Hallmark style, but Republican, badly decorated, very white, and also much worse.)

GAC took all the problems away from Hallmark, and made movies out of them. Hallmark, now cleansed, is pumping out cinematic greats that I WILL be rewatching every Christmas.

The whole of Hallmark was Recast, save for the best of the best fan favorites (Like Lacey Chaubert-)

They have plus sized actors now and people of color, cast as main characters on a regular basis.

Half of the movies aren't even romance centric anymore, instead focused on life, and moving forward, but when they are, they're really well done, and actually healthy.

If you know me (which you don't), then you'll know I hate unhealthy relationships. Especially when they're treated like they're okay. I will pick apart ANYTHING over toxicity in a relationship, wherever that might come from.

I used to hate Hallmark movies, because they were predictable, unrealistic, flawed, and toxic.

But now the characters talk with each other, and they don't get in the others space without permission. If there's an accident and it does happen, it's not used as a plot device to move the relationship along. It's not treated in a "OMG hot guy is literally right in my face!!! I've only known him two minutes and I hate him, I'm in love!!"

It's more of an, "OMG I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to do that at all, im so sorry, I'm so sorry- *Immediately backs away*"

I can't even begin to explain how much better they are now.

To further prove my point, here are some gifs of Three Wise Men and a Baby, one of my favorite Christmas movies ever:

Just listen to this one.

It's about three brothers, one of which is a firefighter (this is important). A baby gets dropped off at the fire station, with a note. The firefighters name is on it, asking him to look after the baby until Christmas.

This is not his baby.

This IS a joke throughout the entire film.

They have no idea who dropped him off.

So they end up taking care of him for a week, and seriously bonding with him. The make his first Christmas ornament with clay, they do a holiday photo dressed to the nines.

They talk about how hard it is to actually take care of a baby, and how hard it must have been for their mom doing it alone.

Talking about how their own dad left, and finally processing that trauma together.

Their mom confesses that if she didn't have support, she may have done what the babies mother did. How she must be going through such a rough patch, and building empathy for her.

All three of the brothers go on complete cathartic emotional journeys about it, and all the other issues in their life.

I can't do it justice.

It's called Three Wise Men and A Baby. I'm begging you please go watch it, you will NOT regret it.

I CRIED SO MANY TIMES YOU HAVE NO IDEA.

I'm tearing up now just thinking about it oh my gOD-

The ending just sent it home for me, so I won't spoil anything.

Its amazing. I can't explain the whole thing, I seriously beg you please go watch it.

And, if you're more into comedy, I present to you Haul out The Holly:

A Christmas comedy starring your very own Gretchen Weiners!! Abso-fucking-lutley HILARIOUS.

It's about a woman, just broken up with her boyfriend, and coaxed into going home for the holidays. Here's where it gets interesting.

Her parents are the head of the Christmas neighborhood watch, something that has plagued her since childhood. Her childhood friend has now taken over the position, as her parent ditch her for retirement on a beach someplace, and she's left stuck, having to decorate against her will.

She wants a nap. The neighbors want her to carve ice sculptures. And her nutcracker apparently isn't up to code.

Includes: Girlboss and male wife power duo (madly in love), insane chainsaw man with way too much time on his hands, the ML an anxious wreck, and many, many, MANY MORE.

Another recent movie was built around a woman who is an astronaut (She's mixed) who was about to finally go to space (The goal shes been working on her entire life) She got into a car accident and her eyesight was impaired. She's currently grieving the loss of her dream (like, actually grieving, she took three months off-).

Her company asks her if she wants to do an exhibit in the planetarium for Christmas, that she doesn't have to, but she can if she wants to take her minds off of things. She says yes, and ends up working with the planetarium director on an exhibit about the sun and it's connection to Christmas through how people used to celebrate with the sun (I don't remember exactly, but it was explained thoroughly, and i think pagan???)

She and him don't constantly argue, or be angry at each other. They cooperate. They show genuine interest in each other. It's actually adorable, and it's also not just about them.

She meets his daughter, who is a wheelchair user. She asks why the Female lead isn't in space if she's an astronaut, and the FL tell her it's because of her eyes. The daughter tells her it's okay, because she'll never be able to go to space either, even if she wants to, but she can still enjoy it from Earth.

I'm not even doing it justice.

By the end of the movie, the FLs eye problem doesn't heal. Nothing is miraculously solved. But the ML and the FL are now dating (After the best, slow paced, healthy, communicative, collaborative bonding freaking ever-) ALL OF THE CHARACTERS HAVE FULL BLOWN EMOTIONAL JOURNEYS THAT ACTUALLY MATTER.

SHE GRIEVES.

HER BROTHER FINALLY FIGURES OUT ITS OKAY FOR HIM TO DO WHAT HE LOVES, AND THAT HE'S NOT A FAILURE FOR IT.

THE ML LET'S GO OF THINKING HES A BAD PARENT.

AND MORE.

There are soft bits, nothing is cliche, nothing is icky or gross.

It's healthy, it's cute, it's emotionally driven, I'm actually learning about things I didn't know before, and amazing.

And all the new ones are either like this or better than this. I could name over ten, but I can't even explain how good they are.

Some of the are still a little dark ages, but it's only every one out of six or seven.

Hallmark movies from 2022 and onwards are 5 star television, and you can't convince me otherwise.

[mintyfrostyart]

AYO DETECTIVE BOYS !!

These refs have been a long time coming and I'm so glad I was able to get to them. My next post is going to be about the Detective Gods which all have a brief desc.

Below the cut are Reginald's and Right's backstories/history.

Content Warnings! Reginald - child neglect, trauma from fire, loss of a loved one, adoption, and general heavy themes Right - betrayal of a long-time friend, drug use (smoking as escapism)

Reginald Adopted as a toddler, Reginald Suave was seen as a golden hope amongst his parents. They had tried for years to have children but they had no luck, and thus adoption was seen as their best option. Miraculously, however, his parents did manage to have a child, Daffodil. Reginald's presence as a golden hope suddenly was drafted as Daffodil was a miracle child. Reginald ended up being very close with his sister, making escapes many times to go and watch the trains that would pass by their house. When Reginald was 14, there was a fire at their house, but Daffodil did not make it out. His parents deeply grieved the death of their daughter and the apparency of Reginald being neglected fully became apparent to him. Reginald would disappear for days afterward, wouldn't come back to the house until late and it was often a case that his parents spared him half a glance. For Reginald, the countryside, his parents-- he didn't want to stay any longer. So he got his bags and left for the big city. Luckily, an uncle (his father's brother), Terrence Suave ran into him on the street and quickly offered him a place to say. Terrence had of course heard of what had happened to Daffodil, but he didn't question why Reginald was out on his own. He cared for him as a father-- taking him in, offering him work-- anything to help him out in his time of need. Reginald was never a man of emotion, and Terrence in the present only recalls two times to see him cry: the first being the night he took him in. Terrence assumed a sort of father figure to him. A young detective himself, Terry was dedicated to giving Reginald another chance. Reginald himself would follow in Terrence's footsteps and joined the police prescient at 17 and was promoted to Lieutenant at 24. Terrence later became captain. Reginald didn't move out of the house until his lieutenant status, since he didn't want to be a burden on the man who'd cared for him. At some point in his teenage years, Terry offered to adopted him as his son, marking the second time Reg had ever cried in front of him. Being the captain's son, this would usually be something a lot of people would take pride in. Whilst his badge says "Reginald Suave", a lot of people assumed that Reginald was trying to stick it to the captain in a way of saying "we're on the same status" instead of actually being his son. So Reginald opted instead for the last name "Copperbottom", after Detective Copperbottom. Detective Copperbottom is a whole other story, but it's important to note that Copperbottom is a sort of mythical figure with an infamous reputation for good deeds, kind of like a Robin Hood. Regardless, in the present, Reginlad is pushing mid-thirities and is completely content with life. He's got a job, barely spends anything, and works as much as he can. His father being his father does not exactly agree with this lifestyle-- so what better way than to give him a partner? The ever-famous Detective Right Hanson Manfred.

Right

Marcus Hansen Manfred comes from a family of 14 children with him being exactly the middle. He has two loving mothers (one of whom is transgender) and a loving father. Three parents and 14 children living in the countryside of Lidimay (one of the three states of Cruxidul). You could say life as a young healthy, hearty young boy was all the fun.

And most certainly it was. But as much as Marcus loved his family, his strongest bond grew with that of his childhood friend, Edward "Eddie" Jones. Eddie went to Marcus' house as a child to be home schooled by one of Marcus' mothers, amongst other children, and Eddie and Marcus quickly became great friends. Through and through, the two would go everywhere together. Tending to the farmside, catching trains together-- nothing was boring.

Marcus originally wanted to stay home and take a farming job like much of his family, but Eddie had plans for the big city: Revensteed. There, crime was afoot, and it needed heros like Eddie to come in and stop! Marcus didn't want to let go, so seemingly out of no where, he announced he was going to join Eddie in the police force.

At 16 (Marc) and 17 (Ed), the two of them got themselves junior position as partners on the north side of town, and they were damn good at what they did. Eddie was clearly built for this; he was a natural. Everything they did was imaculate. But Marcus couldn't keep up with the speed of his partner. Somehow, he always lagged behind in something, and it got to Marcus signfificantly. Eddie truly had a passion for this, and Marcus wasn't the shining example he wished he was.

Marcus was never a criminal, but he found himself in the wrong crowd some of the time in his despair. A bar, a club-- the usual place to destress. If he wasn't in a good mood, this would be the place he would go.

At 25 (Marc) and 26, the two of them faced a final straw. Eddie had been wanting to excel to lieutenant, possibly even captain. But Marcus wasn't in a position for the two of them to remain partners if this were to happen. Eddie was to be relocated to the South (where the crime is the worst), and Marcus simply couldn't compete with that. Marcus urged him to stay-- to come up with something to comprimise.

It ended up blowing in his face. The hugest fight they've ever had right then and there. Everything came out all at once. Marcus didn't want this to be the end, but Eddie got his bags to leave for the South and didn't say goodbye.

That was truly the end of their partnership.

Marcus was in pieces. He wished and envied and hated that man-- he didn't think that he'd done anything wrong. He just wanted the best for the both of them, didn't he? Whatever-- it wasn't his fault. And Marcus would continue to be in this denial for a very, very long time. In his fit of depression, Marcus stumbled upon quite the location: Caisno Radman. It was a place of pleasure, relaxation-- anything to keep the troubles away from people. Marcus wasn't sure why he went there; it was just to get the stress of his shoulders.

But somehow, he met someone. Jullian Harp. Jullian was a sly fellow, from outside the country who seemed to always be around queer hot spots like Casino Radman. In somehow in a mix of conversation, Jullian mistakes Marcus' name for "Right". It ended up sticking out to Marcus, and he figured that "Right", as an alias in the detective agency, may be a little less painful.

Jullian and him ended up dating for several months before they broke off on equal terms, and they are very distant friends now, esepically since Jullian is indeed an assosiate of a criminal mafia (Radman).

Yet, now "Right" Hansen Manfred works still in his detective position. He has refused for years to get a new partner, but his luck may just have run out when he gets news from the captain one day.

[pico-digital-studios]

Into, Across and Beyond! Scripting: MtOU Ending Scene

PREVIOUS POST

After the whole ordeal in More than One Universe, My Last Trauma and Hanelm Crackdown came to a close, OMT!Tails landed by a street looking over the city, watching out over it.

"Okay. Let's do this one last time. For real, though. This is it! My name is Tails. I was given the mantle of the hero of Mobius by my best buddy, Sonic, and I've been protecting my home for about a year and a bit. I think you know the rest."

"I met a whole bunch of interdimensional friends, I cured beings with their own problems, got caught in a lot of trouble, did some singing with my girlfriend, Mina, graduated for science class with her, Cream and Max…"

"Likewise, I finished my essay in full, saved some more people, got hit by some drones, did a custom mural for Sonic and Sally with Knuckles and Amy, fully bonded with my roommate, Danny... and I even slapped a sticker at a place the SIGU are never gonna find it, haha!"

"And when I feel alone, like nobody understands me, I remember my friends, near AND far, who get it."

A montage is shown of the other multiversal characters back at their homes;

Mini Sonic (and his Tails) admiring the Rubik's Cube together,

Mr. NM eating a chilli dog while on the move (this time with no villain to interrupt),

EX!Alice working on some new tech with her new Chao companion,

Nitro admiring a photo he took of his friends,

D-Sides Mighty and Hefty looking out over the view of their world,

Black Knight Amy enjoying tea with Merlina,

CU!Sonic and CU!Sonia playing together,

CR!Sonic reuniting with his kids in his Super form,

Nine reminiscing on the community he made in the Blur Gang,

Antho looking out over his home (whilst using anti-gravity shoes to stick to a ledged ceiling),

Ex-Prince Brian doing some writing to pass the time,

Devy preparing his engagement ring for his Vanilla with Smol Devy by his side,

MFF!Sonic hanging with the cured/redeemed Sonath on a beach,

Hog looking out over the city himself with a smile,

and finally Wacky looking back at the closing portal, eager to go back to the adventures again.

"I never thought I'd be able to do any of this stuff. But I can! Anyone can wear the shoes of a hero! YOU could wear those shoes, too. If you didn't know that before, I hope you do now. 'Cause I'm Miles 'Tails' Prower! And I'm not the only hero out there, not by a long shot!"

"And if I need help from any friends I made during my last mission, I can easily go between dimensions now, or it could even work to interact with them more and enjoy time with them as people. It's all at the tip of my fingers."

"For now, though..."

"It's time to go save the world once more!"

And so, Tails leapt forth, fully at peace with himself and truly ready to be the hero his world needed.

At another ledge with OMT!Mina...

"As for me... I've never been able to find the right band... So I started my own!"

She looked forward with the Blur Gang next to her.

"With a few friends I made along the way!"

She looked to the screen as she prepared to take the leap.

"You want in?"

Finally, after one more exciting day, OMT!Tails returned to his school dorm, just as a portal opened with a familiar silhouette on the other side.

MV!Tails: Hey, young me! You got a minute or two?

[auricfog]

🖊️ 💤 🍎 💘 for your current fave? oxox

doing this for jen AND aldonza just because........ i can and jen never stops being my fave. thank you sophie 🥰

jen

🖊️ BALLPOINT PEN — does your oc have any tattoos? do they want any (more) tattoos?

She has a cluster of flowers on her left thigh that she got on a dare in college. It's in just the right spot that you wouldn't be able to see it without her being undressed (scandalous, I know 😔) and so it's not common knowledge that she has one. I don't think she'd ever get any more, but I also don't think she'd be entirely against it either depending on the idea.

💤 answered here!

🍎 RED APPLE — where was your oc born? do they still live in/around their place of birth or do they live somewhere else? how do they feel about their birthplace?

She was born in Richmond, Virginia, but had been living in Roseville, Florida for a good eight-ish years (i think. idk math i'm dyslexic as hale) when the Entity snatched her up. She does end up moving back there to be with her adoptive parents, Rosemary and John, in my little escape verse! She really needed her mom and dad when everything was done and over with. That said, her feelings on the city as a whole are a little complicated simply because she associates it with her childhood traumas.

💘 HEART WITH ARROW — what and/or who do(es) your oc consider the most important to them?

Without a doubt, it'd be Kit (@carrionsflower) 🩷!! Her closest friend... her something more. Their bond is insane and she finds a comfort in him that she's never found in anybody else.

aldonza

🖊️ BALLPOINT PEN — does your oc have any tattoos? do they want any (more) tattoos?

She doesn't have any and I don't think she'd want one either.

💤 SLEEPING SIGN — is your oc a light sleeper or a heavy sleeper? how are their sleeping habits?

She sleeps like a rock. Not a damned thing can stir her once she's out. However, she's grown accustomed to the luxuries of being the mistress to one of the most powerful men in Nevarra and needs a soft mattress, silk sheets, and a massive amount of fluffy pillows to even fall asleep first. Good luck to her trying to camp.

🍎 RED APPLE — where was your oc born? do they still live in/around their place of birth or do they live somewhere else? how do they feel about their birthplace?

She was born in the Tellari swamps of Antiva and raised in Seleny, but has been living in Nevarra City for forty-one years. She openly hates it! Antiva is where her heart belongs and Fritz passing was a wonderful excuse for her to make plans to return home.

💘 answered here!

[imtooscaredforthis]

Entrapment

Chapter Nineteen: Guilty

Mentions of: Murder, Survivor’s Guilt, Manipulation, Angst etc.

A/N: Another Angsty chapter…but don’t worry, we got some spicy stuff coming soon!

Tags: @dead-bxxxtch-walking @vandeaad @moonshineinasippycup @mama-miya @stwbwwychan @the-fandoms-georgie

“You ready for your first day on the job, rookie?” Jed asked with an excited grin. You weren’t as enthusiastic.

It’s not that you didn’t want this job, because you did, and you were so happy that you got it. To be writing the most popular papers in all of Roseville? Hell yeah. It’ll bring you even closer to success and your dream of working in Miami.

But having to write about Ghostface constantly? To think about him constantly? Especially after what just happened? He was the last thing you wanted on your mind.

Then again, maybe writing about him could help you get into his head. Find out what he’s thinking, what he’s planning. What’s his next move? Maybe you could even find out who he was.

“I guess so.” You murmured with a small smile. “Alright, we’re going to head over to a few places for some interviews.”’

“Wait, are you sure? Don’t I have to do some training or something?” You were surprised at how willing Jed was to put you to work. He must really trust you.

“You had that internship at Palm Beach Post, right? And you’ve worked around here. You know how these things work, I don’t need to train you for anything. Trust me.” He reassured you.

“Okay.” You smiled, convinced and confident, following him out to his car.

You buckled yourself into your seat, while Jed started the car. He took a sip of his coffee, wincing slightly. “One of the things I do miss about you being a secretary is my coffee. Maya never gets my order right.”

“Good to know that I was a good coffee girl.” You remarked, making Jed realize how he just sounded. “Oh, _____ no- I didn’t mean-”

“Relax, I’m just messing with you.” You grinned, making him laugh nervously. He pulled out of the parking lot, and drove away.

–

“So, who are we talking to?” You asked as Jed parked on the street in a small suburban neighborhood, just a few minutes outside of the city.

He gave you a look, like he was scared to answer. “This is Nate’s family home. I was thinking we could talk to him about the murders.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that Jed. He’s a kid, and he just lost his mother and witnessed something extremely traumatizing.” You murmured.

“I know, but his story could spread awareness. It could motivate people to take this Ghostface matter more seriously and keep them safe. Maybe it could even get the cops to work harder on the case. And if he won’t talk to me, then maybe he’ll talk to you.” He said, tugging at your heart strings.

Jed stood at the door, giving it a few knocks. To your surprise, Nate was the one who answered it. “Hi there. Would you mind sitting down for a few minutes for an interview?”

“About my dead mom? No thanks.” With that, the boy slammed the door in his face. Jed looked over his shoulder at you, shocked. “Let me try.”

You stepped past him, taking a deep breath and ringing his doorbell. After a few rings, he went to answer it. “I told you, I don’t want-”

He stopped when he saw you, his eyes widened with surprise. You hadn’t seen him since that night, due to the overwhelming guilt you felt. What happened to him was your fault, after all.

You expected for him to get angry, to scream at you for abandoning him, for letting this happen. But he didn’t. Instead, he threw his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug.

You hugged him back, patting his head gently. There was a bond you two shared from that night. Of trauma and loss. Of course, you didn’t lose your mother, and he didn’t provoke Ghostface, but it still felt close enough.

“I missed you.” He muttered, his voice shaky, sounding like he was on the verge of crying. “I missed you too.”

After a few long moments, you pulled away from him, wiping away a few tears you had shed on your own. “Want to talk?”

–

You and Nate sat together on the couch, while Jed sat on the reclining chair. He placed a recorder on the coffee table in the middle of the room, inserting a new cassette tape and clicking the record button.

“So, Nate. Tell me about what happened that night.”

“It was just a normal night at first. Joe had stepped out, and Mom and I were preparing for the closing shift. Jesse got there early, helping us clean up like he usually did, but ______ wasn’t there yet. Mom was in the kitchen, and I was putting all the utensils away and listening to music with my Walkman, so I couldn’t hear anything. But then, I felt this hand grab my shoulder. At first, I thought it was my Mom yelling at me for listening to music too loud, like she normally did. But it wasn’t.”

A look of fear and dread crossed his face. Jed pressed on. “Who was it?”

“It was…Ghostface. I could see his mask, and the mesh black eye and face parts, they looked so empty. Like there truly was nothing there underneath. Like he wasn’t human. I still have nightmares about it and what he did after. He grabbed me and tore the Walkman off my head, turning to my mother. She was lying on the ground, and there was blood everywhere. She was barely moving, but she was looking at me and I could see the life leaving her eyes, and I just froze.”

“And what happened next?” You asked.

“He stabbed me in the leg, and then in my side, and I remember the pain and shock coursing through me and feeling so overwhelmed that I wound up passing out. And then I woke up with _____ holding me. I keep on thinking, maybe if I did something. If I paid more attention and didn’t listen to music, things could’ve turned out differently. Maybe they’d still be alive…”

You could hear the pain in his voice. He’ll never be the same from this. “It’s not your fault, Nate.”

You put your hand on his, comforting him. What you wanted to say was that it was your fault. And he should hate you for it. If only you had listened to what Ghostface said. If it weren’t for your stupid pride, this wouldn’t have happened.

“Thank you, and thank you for saving me that night.” He told you. “I didn’t-”

“Yes, you did. I could’ve bled out if you didn’t come help me, and knowing you, you probably scared that fucker Ghostface away. You gave me a second chance, and while I miss my mom, I’m not going to waste it.”

You smiled at that. Even after everything, he’s not going to give up, and neither are you. You can’t change what happened, but you can protect him. You’re going to protect him with your life, and catch Ghostface for good.

[mcntra]

indie and private multi muse for original muses ft some muses from various pieces of media. nsfw / triggering content will be present and tagged accordingly. written by skippy. mun is 34+

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canon muses:

smile 2: skye riley fellow travelers: tim laughlin, jackson fuller, lucy smith interview with the vampire: louis de pointe du lac

ocs:

kenneth 'kenny' willard || 33 || homosexual || the lost boy || kenny was a quiet, catholic boy who attended school with his friend and secret love interest, hawkins fuller. together the two formed a secret bond that went beyond friendship, resulting in something far more that brought out the best in each other. kenny wasn't one to make friends very easily since he was reserved and focused mostly on his faith and being a good son to his parents, so he appreciated being able to break out of his shell when he got close to hawk when they ended up playing tennis together.

it all ended when classmates started to take notice of how close the two of them were, resulting in hawk pushing kenny away who became reserved again. then he was outed when he and hawk were caught together by hawk's father, resulting in kenny's parents finding out that their son was gay. his parents refused to accept this and kenny was even more alone than before, but he still wanted to be with hawk. something that he showed by following his former friend into battle during the second world war. this backfired as they were sent to different places and kenny did his best until an incident took place that left him for dead.

fortunately, he didn't die and though he was scarred mentally and physically with his left arm having to be amputated, kenny was just thankful to be alive. there was nothing left for him back where he once called home after everything that took place before he left, therefore he found his way to washington, dc. hoping that in doing so, he'd be able to find hawkins fuller and hopefully find a way to make a new life for himself while moving past all the trauma that he endured. || fc: callum turner

edgar || age unknown || the ancient ghost || while his backstory is unknown and the details of his death are a secret that no one's been able to discover, it's clear that edgar came from a time that was many centuries before any real modern civilization. still stuck in his old ways that he feels safest in since the modern world is something he has no desire to learn, nor does he have any desire to leave the world to move onto the afterlife. his bizarreness that anyone who may encounter him is usually enough to keep those people away from where he haunts, but that's what he claims to prefer. even if there is a part of him that would like a companion to make things a little less lonely for him while he remains in this strange and unfamiliar world. || fc: nicolas cage

frankie steele || 18 || heteroromantic || the brat heir || frankie is the son of a powerful crime family who's known by just about the entire city of new york for more than just their name. what looks like a life of chaotic luxury to the public is much different to the sole heir to the family business, frankie. to him it's a life of neglect that started when he was just a kid and would continue well into his teenage years. so often he was left on his own to be cared for by maids while barely getting to know his own parents who just let their son do whatever he pleased. this was something he took full advantage of and with him being the son of such a high profiled family, it wasn't long until the once mild-mannered boy became a spoiled brat who basically took over the city that he would make his playground.

it was after being caught hacking the company of businessman cillian price that he was brought to the man's office with a job offer that involved him hacking for him while getting involved in the man's scheme to get back at those who wronged him. since frankie was basically free to do whatever he wants and doesn't have to abide by the laws, frankie saw nothing wrong in joining cillian and his assistant, x. with cillian as his mentor and boss, frankie may just learn how to put others before himself and put his skills to good use so he can help bring justice to those who deserve it.

help3r || the hacker's assistant || help3r is a droid that was completely crafted and designed by x who decided the best way to have an assistant for his work was to build one, preferring a droid over a human one. one might assume x has little interest in forming any kind of connection ( or as much as one can have with a droid ), but help3r has proven to be a good source of companion for the hacker who is otherwise isolated when he's not with other people. designed to store data and help out with other technological things around x's lab, help3r has been known to enjoy the presence of new and recurring people whom the droid knows as allies and will think of them as friends.

sofia cortez || 32 || heterosexual || the crime princess || sofia is a young woman who came from a humble background where she worked to make a life for herself while dreaming of a better future where she could make it big in the world. life was relatively quiet for the first twenty or so years until she began working at a nightclub shortly after turning twenty-one. it was during her time working as a bartender that she met cillian price, a handsome and successful businessman whom sofia quickly fell for. their relationship soon took off and sofia was introduced to a life of luxury and crime that she couldn't get enough of.

life was good with her and cillian for several years until she was lured in by mykel stark, another businessman whose mysterious charm and dark demeanor made sofia want more that she had with cillian. it was his involvement in crime that she found fascinating enough to assist him in the downfall of cillian and the young hacker known only as x. while they didn't fully succeed their goal, sofia and mykel did enough damage to weaken the man and the once humble sofia is ready to show the world that she's more than a pretty face. || fc: selena gomez

x || 35 || homosexual / demisexual || the man with the computer || x is a mysterious hacker whose identity has been wiped by him, leaving nothing to know about him besides the enigmatic name he goes by and the fact that he's a hacker. where he came from and what he did in his past is known only by him and is something he'll never disclose to anyone. unable to trust anyone enough to open himself up for love or close connections, he only works for ceo businessman, cillian. the two of them are only partners in crime despite his feelings for the older man that he chooses to keep to himself while focusing only on work that he gets from those he chooses to seek out. not wanting to give his heart away and have it be something he begins to regret. || fc: ben whishaw

dr. robert 'bobby' martin || 40 || homosexual || the compassionate doctor || bobby always had an interest in wanting to help others since he was a young boy which only grew as he got older, making him want to study medicine after completing high school. this was only heightened when his younger brother, elliot, ended up getting sick with leukemia. given how it was stage three and elliot was young, he had no chance of surviving. he was only thirteen when he died and bobby was about to graduate high school.

moving on from the loss in the best way he could, bobby went about making his dreams a reality by deciding to become a family physician who could help children, hopefully better than he tried to help his brother. everything was good for the next few years as he went away to college, but then his parents were killed in a car crash which left the college student as the only remaining member of his family left. with the news bringing his studies to a stop, he dropped out of college and took up drinking instead while living in his old family home.

it was after a car crash that nearly took his life that nearly took his life that got bobby back on track when realizing that he wasn't quite ready to die yet. he took the time in recovery to get his life back together and finish college, albeit he struggled for a bit with limited mobility thanks to his accident. nevertheless, he didn't let it stop him and he eventually became a doctor who specialized in helping children at the local hospital. the same one where the doctors all did their best to try and help bobby's family when they needed help the most. || fc: ben whishaw

issac thompson || 30 || trans masc / pansexual || the vampire writer || unbeknownst to him while growing up, issac grew up as the son of highly profiled politician, richard thompson. a man who was known more for his political views rather than his abusive nature that his various children would endure in different ways. issac was no exception to this and it was perhaps made worse due to him being trans which caused him to become little more than a thing to the man who was really his grandfather.

his mother, skylar, was in fact a sibling to who issac thought were his brothers and sister. the reason for him not growing up with his mother was the fact that skylar had him out of wedlock and richard, not wanting to face a scandal, took issac in while forbidding skylar to stay with him, instead sending him away which resulted in her being turned into a vampire and eventually being put on trial where she was meant to die, but only lost her sight due to exposure to the sun. as for issac, he finally escaped the abuse and found a place to call home while finding a passion for writing about vampires and working at a bookstore. not knowing the whole time that he had more of a connection with them than he thought. || fc: ben whishaw

draco laurent || age unknown / turned at 25 || bisexual || the fragmented vampire || born during the early 1800s as the older brother to a younger sister, draco was always given responsibilities that he was meant to uphold while helping around the home. it was a simple enough life for the middle-class boy who wanted his own life outside of his new orleans home. while he adored spending time with his younger sister, eloise, draco was always independent which really became evident in his teen years when he got involved in things around the city where he began to make a name for himself and soon grew popular while he worked to make his own future that would involve somehow leaving new orleans to travel the world.

then he met tobias whose mysterious nature lured the young man in, making him think he was safe with the other which would eventually turn out to be false. it was as he got closer to tobias that he met the man's wife, megan whom he started a secret affair with after it was clear that the relationship she and tobias had was nothing but abusive and there was no love. even if he knew it was a bad thing to do, draco grew to love megan and it was when they decided to run away that they had a baby who unfortunately did not survive to childhood. they never got the chance to runaway and instead they were caught and draco was punished for what he did by getting turned into a vampire by the very man he thought he could trust.

things only seemed to grow worse when turned and though he tried to stay on his sire's good side, the love he thought was there began to fizzle out and even more so when he was forced to kill megan, though he was able to bring her back by turning her despite being far too young in his fledgling years to do so. it was doing this that further tarnished his and tobias' relationship until the day when he killed the man which set him free from his sire's torment. years and centuries would pass with many more hardships and conflict along the way, mixed in with broken memories that leave his past a mystery that he still tries to solve to this day. || fc: timothee chalamet

emanuel 'manny' kingsley || 25 - 50 || homosexual || the political assistant || coming from a humble childhood with his adopted parents who gave manny a family when his parents died before he had a chance to fully remember them, the young boy learned life lessons that made him the perfect candidate for the assistant of a politician with whom he had a good bond and made the closeted manny start to question his sexuality without properly being able to explore it. regardless of this he kept wanting to find love and at the same time, make a better future for himself that might help him to achieve more than he had which wasn't very much.

it was as he started working for antown that he grew curious about the world of politics which only made him want to pursue something greater. this only led to him getting more than he bargained for which ended up tarnishing his reputation and he had no choice but to leave something he knew so well, thus living a quieter life that took him from washington to a quiet town in maryland. somewhere he felt more at peace while finding a new path for himself.

something that only worked for so long before he was diagnosed with stage three leukemia. taking away any dreams he had for the future, manny put his life on hold while focusing on his treatments that eventually led to him being cancer free. though even with his time spent going back to life again, he was once again sick years later and it was this new illness that told him he couldn't just put life on hold since there was no guarantee that he'd get better or have another chance to beat something that was only slowly killing him a little each day. || fc: jonathan bailey

aiden campbell || 300+ years old || pansexual || the mind reading vampire || aiden is a mysterious vampire whose human life has never been disclosed aside from him being a father to young rosalind with his wife, elizabeth for several years. their quiet life being broken when rosalind was stolen away in the night and aiden's wife suffered with tuberculosis which ended her life and almost took his as well. while she succumbed to the illness, aiden was saved by a man named stefan who lured the younger man in with the promise of love and a happier life than the one he lost.

believing his lies led aiden to being turned and becoming the fledgling to stefan whose love was only a way to get aiden on his good side. centuries of staying by his sire's side finally came to an end when aiden was able to escape the pain he endured at the hands of the older vampire. finding a better life for himself that kept him in the darkness of nighttime while drawing as little attention to himself as possible. not wanting to relive the trauma of his past that is forever etched on his skin with scars. || fc: assad zaman

[irishavengersassemble]

Game of Survival: Part 3

After tragedy strikes Rafael Barba’s little sister moves back to New York City for a fresh start. Will she be able to move on with the help of her loving big brother and perhaps find happiness with a certain lieutenant  in SVU.  

Hello Lovelies. Here’s the third part to my new series hope you enjoy.

Series takes place at the beginning of season 18 of Law and Order: SVU and has references to One Chicago. Reader is canonicallly bisexual and in her mid-thirties.

Pairings: Olivia Benson x Barba Reader   Sonny Carisi x Rafael Barba

Header belongs to me.

TW: Mentions of death, PTSD, trauma, anxiety and panic attacks. If this could at all be triggering don’t read.

“I appreciate it, Sonny… I really do, but I don’t want to impose.” You tried to explain to Sonny who you were currently on the phone with. Two weeks had passed since Rafael had come to your apartment to check in on you. You’d finally gotten your entire apartment finished it was cozy and warm and you hoped you’d be able to make it feel like home soon. You’d lived with someone for years so it was rather strange being by yourself not that you cared it was a good time to figure things out. So far living alone had been going well even though it was strange not having Kelly there when you woke up with his usual boyish smile and intense blue eyes as he handed you your morning cup of coffee. You and Leslie had lived together for a couple of years before Kelly had moved in and he’d stayed even after you’d gotten engaged. Leslie and Kelly were best friends and the three of you got along well, Kelly was respectful of your space and privacy just as you were with his. He’d planned on moving out in June so that you and Leslie would have plenty of time for things to settle before your upcoming July wedding. When Leslie had died though he’d ended up staying and for that you were grateful. You’d relied on each other so much during that time and you knew you’d have not made it without his love and support and you fear without yours Kelly would have been lost forever. He was an exceptional man and you hoped that he someday found the love he deserved. It had been hard leaving him alone in that shared apartment there were so many memories Leslie it seemed was still there in a way watching over you both. Kelly had been supportive when you’d told him your plans to move back to New York for which you were grateful he’d understood your desire for a fresh start and new beginnings. Still many of the close bonds you’d formed during your time in Chicago were still present in your life. 

They weren’t just your friends they were your family and you tried to keep tabs as much as you could and vice versa. The ones you seemed to hear from the most were Kelly, Brett, and Herman who had been like a father to you when you’d joined Firehouse 51. Work had been intense it seemed like you’d been getting case after case, but you’d been able to take Sonny and Rafael to dinner about a week prior. The three of you had tried a new sushi joint in downtown Manhattan that hadn’t been too bad. The food was pretty good and the prices were decent so you’d not complain not that it mattered to you money could be replaced people could not. You’d enjoyed your time with Sonny and Rafael even though lately you’d felt like a third wheel while being with them. Sonny treated you like one of his sisters from the first time you’d met and you’d grown relatively close, but you still didn’t know if you felt comfortable going to a Carisi family dinner which is what you were currently discussing with your brother’s boyfriend. “Ya wouldn’t be imposing Y/N. Yer family… Any family a Rafi’s is family a mine. We’d love ta have ya come ta dinner. My sisters are dying ta meet ya just think about it okay? Ya got a couple a days ta figure it out.” Sonny reasoned his voice laced with a hopefulness that you’d decide to come to family dinner with him and Rafael. You sighed pinching the bridge of your nose with your first and forefinger as you reply. “Okay, Son whatever you say. I’ll let you know by tomorrow alright? I’ve got some stuff to do, but I’ll let you know.” The words tumbled out of your mouth before you could stop them. “Sounds good. Y/N sounds good.” The Italian man purred before he hung up. You sighed as you pour yourself a cup of coffee taking a long hearty sip that you felt in your soul. It had been a rough few days at work and all you wanted to do was curl up in bed all day and sleep unfortunately that wasn’t an option. Errands needed to be run today. Your fridge was looking rather bare so you needed to go grocery shopping and get a few other things done alongside possibly heading to the gym for a boxing session. Its something you’d picked up when you were in your early twenties and you loved it. It was a fantastic way to blow off steam and you’d enjoyed going to a boxing club in Chicago and dragging Leslie along who’d spent the majority of the time staring at your ass then she had actually spent time doing a session. Not that you’d complained it always left for some of the best sex when you came home after the fact.

 You let out a huff shaking your head as you tried to ignore your thoughts. You’d not been with anyone not really since Leslie had passed. You didn’t feel right about it even though Kelly had said it would have been understandable if you did. He was one to talk he’d slept with what felt like half of the city of Chicago. You weren’t looking for anything and even if you did in the future a quick hookup wasn’t your usual style. You were monogamous at heart and you’d lost the love of your life the woman you’d planned on spending your life with. Instead of having Rafael walk you down the aisle and celebrating yours and Leslie’s special day, you’d had to plan a funeral and it was something that would forever haunt you. Going over funeral arrangements and then later picking tombstone options alongside Leslie’s sister and parents instead of being on your honeymoon it had been life-changing. Letting out a sigh you shook your head deciding to go to the gym first and then maybe get a bagel and another coffee before running your errands. “Keep the change.” You muttered as you felt a familiar hand link with yours. “Come on let’s get a table.” Leslie had smiled her beautiful blue eyes alight with excitement as she practically drug you over to a table in the corner. “I love New York these bagels are amazing.” The beautiful blonde had just about groaned in delight as she took a bite of her bagel that had an insane amount of cream cheese on top. “I don’t know how you can stomach that Baby. That’s way too much cream cheese.” You’d reason scrunching your nose as Leslie had just taken another huge bite after replying. “Don’t knock it till you try it. It's fantastic.” She muttered with a full mouth resulting in an amused sigh on your part. “What you call too much I call the best freaking thing alive. I swear they don’t make bagels like this in Chicago. We need to come visit your family more often.” She’d purred her tone light and matter of fact. As much as Leslie got along with your family and Rafael, your mother, and abuelita got along with her you had a sneaky suspicion that your girl only wanted to visit more for the bagels over proper bonding with her soon-to-be legal in-laws. You were getting married in five months-time and you couldn’t wait to be Mrs. Barba-Shay. After much debate, you and Leslie decided to hyphenate your names even though you’d planned to just go by Barba at work. It was much easier than trying to mess with having two Barba-Shay’s listed at the firehouse. Chief Boden had been completely supportive of that decision figuring it would be best given Leslie usually went with her last name at work and while on the job anyways. She was known as Shay at the firehouse and even though you were taking each other’s names you liked that she had that distinction for herself. Plus you were proud of your name and where you came from you’d been pleased to take the name Barba after Lucia had adopted you. You knew it hadn’t been easy for her a single mother with one child about a year away from graduating, but you were beyond grateful that she’d taken you in and become your mother. She’d always treated you as if you were her own and you loved her and respected her greatly. “So I was thinking we could just have bagels at the wedding instead of a wedding cake.” Leslie’s voice purred her eyes shining with amusement and warmth clearly teasing as she took another bite of her bagel. “Yes because nothing says happily, wedded wives. Like overheated soggy bagels thanks to the July heat and excess amounts of cheese cream.” You got out giving Leslie a deadpan expression looking exceptionally like Rafael in the moment. “Hey, at least we’d be able to cut through them better.” The beautiful blonde hummed leaning in and giving you a tender kiss her lips sweetly pressing against yours. She pull away her blue eyes meeting your e/c lovingly. Staring off into space you found yourself snapping back to reality trying to clear your mind of the memory that had invaded your thoughts. It was hard to believe that it had been two years since you’d step foot into this bakery, two years since you’d been here with your fiancé. The few times you’d been back in New York after your fiancé’s death you’d been unable to step foot in here. You weren’t even sure why or how you’d managed to do it today; she’d been on your mind so much, especially the last few weeks. You’d wanted to find a way to be close to her even if it was something as stupid as sitting at the same table  occupied that fateful day. You’d taken the same chair that Leslie had sat in and you found your hands gripping onto the cool metal arms just wanting to find any way to be close to her if that were even possible. It was still hard for you to believe this was your life. How does a person go from planning on spending their life with someone literally weeks away from their wedding with the love of their life to their fiancé dying in front of them. “N-no Leslie… stay with me… stay with me please no… Leslie… come on open your eyes stay with me. You hear me stay with me… You can’t die on me d-dammit. Les… Baby please… come on Leslie. Leslie… please…  Don’t you fucking leave me.” The words filled your mind as the memory of that fateful moment when your life changed forever came to mind.

Flashes of your trembling blood-covered hands entered your line of vision and you found yourself gripping the chair unable to stop yourself as it suddenly grew harder to breathe. It felt like something was crushing your chest making the air nearly impossible to enter your lungs. You had to get out of here you had to get out of here now. Anxiety and panic attacks had been something that you’d struggled with since childhood. It wasn’t surprising given the abuse you’d suffered as a child, but you’d thought you’d had a pretty good handle on things. That is until Leslie had died. You had night terrors; you’d wake up in the middle of the night drenched in sweat twisted in the sheets screaming for Leslie. Those first few nights had been absolute hell. You’d barely gotten any sleep and neither had Rafael he’d stayed with you holding you if needed and just letting you scream and cry it out.

It had been hard for him to see you like that traumatized, full of terror, and completely lost and broken. 

You’d eerily mirrored that scared little girl that come into his and his mother’s and abuelita’s lives, but this was much worse than anyone could ever have described. It was like your heart disappeared, it had been shattered and ripped away from you the minute Leslie died never to be repaired again. You knew you needed to calm down which was hard to do in a crowded bakery in downtown Manhattan. Standing to your feet your legs felt like jelly as you quickly got up from the chair you kept a tight hold on your things as you made your way through the people feeling too much like a crowded animal. It was ridiculous the fact that you were a cop someone who’d promised to save others and your city and here you were having a full-blown panic attack in the middle of a populated area. You needed to get out of here. Bursting through the door you took in a deep labored breath as the cool winter air fill your lungs and hit your face. It seemed to calm you significantly and you felt much better than you had before apart from the shakiness in your limbs, your pounding heart, and the intense dizziness that fill you. You stepped off to the side not wanting to get run over by other busy passersby New Yorkers who wanted to get to their next destination. Letting out another shaky breath you tried to settle yourself and your nerves. “Okay… it's fine everything is fine.” The words fell off your lips in a silent whisper as you tried calming down. The feeling of a warm hand on your shoulder startled you from your reverie. You jumped trying to figure out what was going on when you saw her. An older brunette woman with the most beautiful brown eyes you’d ever seen was standing in front of you her eyes soft and full of concern as she look at you. “Sorry I wasn’t trying to scare you. Are you alright? I saw you leave the bakery in a rush and I just wanted to make sure everything was okay.” She purr in a soft voice that melt like honey. It was warm with hints of huskiness and you suddenly found yourself hanging onto every word she’d said that is if you’d actually been paying attention. Wait what had she said to you, you’d been so focused on her tender eyes and voice that you’d forgotten what she’d said. “I’m sorry what?” You reply heart hammering in your chest as the woman took you in with an almost protective glance. It was something you’d not been anticipating in the least and you found yourself startled this woman was not only beautiful it was apparent to you she had a kind heart. As a cop, you’d always felt you were a decent judge of character and you were only picking up on good intentions. This woman had an edge to her as though she were used to being in high-stress situations. You had a sneaking suspicion she must be in some kind of public service given how she was holding herself. Being in her presence left you feeling comfortable and at ease, safe in a way that you’d not been expecting. It was overwhelming, to say the least and as much as you appreciate her stepping in to help you didn’t want to bother her. “I asked if you were alright. Your hands are shaking.” The woman acknowledged her soft brown gaze going down to your hands that were indeed shaking the aftermath of your intense panic attack you were still coming down from. “I-I I’m okay. I appreciate you checking in, but I’m good. I’ve… I’ve got to go.” You mumbled your words coming out choked and strange even to your ears. The woman was just trying to help of that you were certain, but she made you flustered in a way that left you shaken. “Are you sure there’s not someone I can call for you? My name's O-“ She started before you found yourself cutting her off. “I’m sure…there’s no need to trouble yourself. Like I said I’m fine.” You stuttered tightening your hold on your things as you practically sprint away from the woman leaving her standing there startled as you disappeared into the crowd of busy New Yorkers.

[egyptianhoney]

Growing pains (on friendship)

When I first moved to London in September, I subletted a room in a flat in Hoxton. I found the room through someone I had met in Montreal, and she then became my first friend in the city. We bonded over going to car-boots, playing board games in her flat, getting ready together for a night out watching Sex and the City, and long conversations under the heated lamps of the De Beauvoir Arms.

Our friendship grew quickly. I remember walking home, tipsy off orange wine, where we chatted endlessly. We had an intimate understanding, and it was refreshing for both of us to candidly discuss our traumas, particularly our mutual experiences with an abusive partner. In those moments, we both needed to reveal those things we’ve never said out loud, those violent memories we once kept in a box, chiseled as grief within our bodies

It's easy to write about falling in love, but difficult to express coherently the moments in a budding friendship where love begins. I hesitate to call that phenomenon “falling in love,” as it is still different, while “platonically falling in love” is gawky. One doesn’t surely love all of their friends either.

My sublet was over by the end of October. A mutual friend from Montreal was coincidentally moving to London, and remarkably found a flat in South Bermondsey with 2 available rooms. She joined at the end of November. I had a few more months of experience in the city, so I wanted to help her with the transition.  We got to know one another through setting up bank or NHS accounts, laughing in the home section of Big Tesco in Surrey Quays, or trying the local Chinese takeaways. 

Spending time with her was always an adventure. Whether we were obnoxiously spotting Joe Jonas after a night out in Camden, trying to find the best bagels, laughing our way around machines at the gym, or exploring the city with the fond sound of heeled boots clacking on the pavement. Or even, just simply spending time together in the flat, experiencing our new lives at the same time. Because of her, I will always remember that grim, frigid first winter in the city as bright and full of warmth. 

In All About Love (1999), bell hooks constructs a powerful understanding of love as a word defined most fundamentally by its meaning as a verb. To hooks, love is an intentional, continuous act—“the will to extend oneself for the purpose of nurturing one's own or another's spiritual and emotional growth.” Love does not simply denote feelings of tenderness. Like planting a small seed, love sprouts remarkably out of the soil. With sustained intention, it can grow into a beautiful tree amongst the forest of the loves within one’s life.

In Arabic, there are at least 24 words for love. Hub, the root word of Habibi is used the most frequently and universally. Ishiq centres the passion between intimate lovers, while gharam describes the devotion. Whereas khula or al-wad specifically refer to friendliness and platonic bonds. Like love, there are degrees to friendship in Arabic. From jalis, someone that you sit or share social space with, to khalil, a close friend. 

It’s difficult to identify the initial moments in which those friendships began to fall apart. When I moved to South London, it was difficult making plans with the girl in Hoxton. After numerous miscommunications, we haven’t seen each other in months. In March, I moved back to Hoxton and I was excited to become neighbours again. When I got a flat tire in Whitechapel riding my bike to my new flat, she was even the first person to pick up the keys. Regardless, our relationship never recovered and I haven’t seen her in months. 

As I started making more friends, it became increasingly apparent how incompatible me and the girl from Montreal were. We began to get into heated arguments, often over the most random subjects. When I moved back to Hoxton, we were no longer able to have those spontaneous adventures, because instead of just knocking on each others doors to see if we wanted to go grab dinner, we needed to be very intentional with our plans.

To lose a friend, to uproot one of those trees, even if still a sapling, leaves a profound wound on that forest. A forest can still thrive after its loss, and uses the detritus to create new, stronger trees. Not all friendships create deep lasting roots. Regardless of the aftermath or universality of the experience, the wound itself is felt.

I choose not to write bitterly about moments in which I was hurt, because multiple truths can exist even if in opposition, and thus I choose to intentionally leave more space for tenderness in my memory. But, just as detritus makes for strong fertilizer, I’m writing this to reflect on my own mistakes—so I can become a better friend too. 

In her framework, hooks highlights the fundamental role of self-love. To love oneself requires an honest self-awareness, to push yourself to grow. And just as it was as a child, growing can be painful—but it is both beautiful and neccesary.

To be self-aware, I am writing this to also honour the ways in which I was and continue to be a wonderful friend. And as I grow, make new connections or grow deeper roots with the friends I have, my love grows into a lush forest. 

While I’m biking home from work, on my one-year anniversary of living in London, I think about the friends that I’ve lost. I wonder if there are still any roots left, or a stump that can be salvaged and tended to. Maybe our brief time together was all we needed, the maximum we could have extended ourselves to one another, and maybe those types of friendships are beautiful in their own right. Maybe we were only friends when it was simpler, and struggled when it required confrontations and intentional effort. Maybe it wasn’t love, hob or khalil, but maybe we were just sharing space in this life for a fleeting moment, jalis. 

On a random street in Islington, I stop by the path. A car honks at me at speeds past. I’m looking up at all the beautiful trees, creating a canopy over the road, orange and red leaves fall, while small critters rummage around the piles. I realize, my life is filled with love. I love my friends that I’ve made in the past year, and I love the friends I’ve made before. I love the city and the life that I'm living.

My life is filled with love because I too, am filled with love. 

[themindarchive]

Stardew Valley Druid

My most recent Stardew Valley Farmer.

Name: Coal Hemlock

Age: 37

Gender: Cis Man

Sexuality: Pansexual

Height: 6'2"

Eyes :Hazel

Appearance: Native Americanish features, dark tan skin, long black hair down past his ribs, fairly muscular but with a not quite full dad bod level of squish. Usually found in a flannel, a plain black t-shirt or a t-shirt with either a band or nerdy reference on it, blue jeans, and well worn in black work boots.

Background: A neurodivergent man who grew up in a supportive family, twice divorced and is a single father of a 14 year old(Jack).

First Divorce was the product of two people realizing they have no romantic chemistry after being married for 3 years and ended thing amicably. Mom(Danny) gave custody to Coal due to her inherating the family buisness that forces her to often travel out of country. However, despite their romantic incompatibility they are kick ass parents and still best friends to this day.

Second divorce was the product of two people that had differeing religious beliefs, Coal being a druid, wife(Sara) being a follower of Yoba, who at first were very open minded and respectul.of the others religion and even shared each others practices until a move for a job and a whole knew church changed it all.

Coal clocked the church as a cult pretty quick and refused to go but allowed Jack because they honestly wanted to go.

After an incident at a church social that nearly made him beat a ten year old boy into thw geoynd for trying to rip off Jack's skirt, followed by Jack coming home from school crying because they were made to believe it was thier fault, he stopped letting his Sara take them.

And despite all attempts to make Sara see what she was getting into and multiple therapy attempts, it became clear that divorce was inevitable.

Right around then was when he ran across the deed to the farm and came up with the idea to divorce Sara and move out there.

A move that was doubly important when Jack comes out to him, not only as presenting as a fellow druid but as a nonbinary aroace person. Something he had no problem with for obvious reasons even if the aroace part had to be explained.

After running the idea by Jack whose response was "Fuck Yes! Get me out of this hell city!" he made plans and began saving money in a seperate account in order to make the move.

However, about a year before everything was ro kick off, he gets a call at work from Jack's favorite game shop, telling him his 13 year old kid is curled up in the corner crying becaaue they were outed at school and instead if calling him as the biological parent they called Sara. And the resulting freak out ended up with her locling up the house and putting a note on the door saying, "I am not letting a demon into my house. Your are no longer welcome." For Jack when she got out of school.

The resulting fight ended with Sara being kicked out(everything was in his name) and forced to go stay with her parents while Coal filed the divorce papers, sold the house, and got some financial and temprary housing help from Danny so they could move out to the farm as soon as possible.

Year 1: Coal and Jack dig into the earth, just go ham on building up the farm, connecting with the community, making friends, and just start really thriving despite the nasty divorce preceedings and the ex's attempts to get back at Coal.

Shane and Coal meet and trauma bond, forming pretty tight friendship that involves a lot of pining on both sides during this time.

Year 2: Divorce finalizes and despite Sara's best efforts is unsucessful in all her attempts to sabatoge Coal and Jacks life, mostly because Danny herself takes time off to put Sara in her place, showing her how what a true momma bear with too much money and a lot of time on thier hands can do.

Once the Divorce finalizes, Coal begins to more actively court Shane, Danny and Jack often wing manning for both.

By the end of the year, Jack has a second dad and a new little sister.