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satanicsanity · 2 years ago

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Guess who's got more au lore for Baker-wally!! (I worked hard on this with some friends and mutuals in the Discord server)

Tw: Disturbing themes, cannibalism, implied abuse, violence, demonic-ritual stuff, overall Just... Huge trigger warning! This is a bit dark!

The overall lore, so far:

Wally was unstable from childhood, grew up in a violent home, baking was always a coping mechanism for wally... Whenever wally was sad or angry, he would bake. This always kept wally calm... And happy. Wally found from early childhood that sugar improved his mood immensely... By large amounts. (this lead to later-on sugar pills, to keep himself happy and.. mostly stable)

One day during his childhood, a close friend of wally's passed away. Wally (being completely off his rocker already) ended up eating their corpse in a desperate and crazed attempt to stay close to them... and never forget them. But upon doing that he got a sudden addiction to it, to the taste of the flesh... and began going out late at night to kill innocent folks and would frequently draw little pictures in the victim's blood.

However one evening upon doing this... He accidentally drew some kind of demonic entity symbol (A swirl to be specific 🌀) which summed... Well... And entity. (because it was drawn in blood) which lead wally into the knowledge of the paranormal, etc etc.

Realizing all of this... He tried to convince the entity he'd accidentally summoned, to bring his friend back. But the entity couldn't do so... because wally had eaten and harmed the corpse... Meaning they couldn't be brought back, because they had no physical body to be brought back TO anymore.

Wally was discouraged by this, but the entity decided to give wally an offer... The entity took a quick liking to wally.

So the entity proposed a deal... Keep making sacrifices to them, and the entity would assist wally... Giving wally SOME of their mind and time manipulation abilities to use however he wished. The only downside, is that this mind manipulation could only go so far... And could only erase others memories for so long. (There was a time-limit on how long the memories would stay erased, in a sense.)

Wally of course took the deal without hesitation... Using it to his advantage to get more sacrifices, to keep the power the entity has granted him alive. But there was another issue, the entity only needed the blood-symbols and the life of said victim... They had no use for the victim's body. (And wally could only eat so many victims at a time on his own.)

And so, Wally began struggling to hide the corpses and the police were catching on... As the downside was previously mentioned that wally could only erase people's memories for a certain amount of time, before the memories would be returned. (The Time manipulation didn't help, because The memories were still intact after time ran out for the erased memories. It just made people slightly confused on why the day seemingly reset.)

So wally moved out of town quickly for a fresh start, packed his things and left without a trace... Left his family behind... Left everything behind. Eventually finding himself in a cute neighborhood. Wally quickly made friends with some nice neighbors... Barnaby, Julie, howdy, Eddie, frank, Sally, and poppy.

Unable to keep his cannibalistic murdering urges at bay... Trying to bake to Distract himself from those intrusive thoughts... He realized he could simply get rid of the corpses by baking them into the treats he makes. Not only that... But he could embed his new-found power into his treats by infecting it, in a sense.

So wally worked some magic when greeting his new neighbors formally, offering them cupcakes... That he infected himself using certain sprinkles (doused in the entity's power he'd been given) that would allow complete control over those neighbors minds, COMPLETE control. (the same sprinkles that are stuck in wally's hair, a hidden sign of wally's control over the neighborhood) This created a loophole of sorts when it came to wally's power limitations... The time limit didn't matter anymore, BECAUSE wally's power was now attached INTO their bodies and systems, attaching onto their brains, growing like fungus... Wally had complete manipulation over their minds now and practically the entire neighborhood, no time limit to worry about. This would make things much easier... He could create the PERFECT neighborhood! Killing off neighbors he didn't like, baking them into teats to serve, and his neighbors would be none the wiser! And if he was ever caught... He'd simply erase their minds, and reset the day!

There was one issue though... Poppy didn't take his cupcake offer upon first meeting. This is a huge issue for wally... Because now she's the only one, besides wally, who remembers things the others don't... And is aware of the day-resets. And she has a strong feeling it all has to do with wally. (which she's absolutely correct, but has no proof)

When poppy tries bringing this up to the other neighbors, they have no idea what she's talking about. (like I said... Their minds get erased by wally if he's ever caught.) Poppy knows something isn't right... and wally is aware poppy knows, as she never took his cupcake offer. She's as aware as wally is of the neighborhood resets.

Wally finds this a bit fun though... And strives to make poppy feel as if she's going crazy. He doesn't bother using his short-term mind eraser on her... He finds toying with her is far more amusing.

Now where does home (wally's bakery) come in with all this?

Home was built from the ground up by wally, and brought to life through sacrifices wally made to the entity. In short... Home basically owes wally their life. Wally is the reason home is alive and conscious... Which is a reason why home never goes against wally's word. (other than the fact wally also protects home to an extreme extent.)

In A VERY short sense: Wally's gained complete control over the neighborhood, and all the neighbors expect poppy, through the help and collaboration between him and an entity who'd taken a liking to wally after an accidental summoning.

(This is all over-explained and word vomit, so I apologize for that! If there's anything problematic about this story, I will go back and fix it! <3 I tried to make the lore as close to the overall theme as possible! This may be edited in the future!)

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lazzarella · 2 months ago

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Top 10 Things

For some reason, I've decided to compile lists of my various top ten things, a completely pointless venture because I highly doubt anyone will read it, and I already know what they are, but I'm doing it anyway! lol

(I've included: bands; solo artists; albums; books; poems; graphic novels/comics; tv shows; BL series; murder mystery shows; movies; actors; actresses; directors; musicals)

BANDS

The Beatles

ABBA

Belle and Sebastian

Led Zeppelin

The Raveonettes

The Decemberists

Ramones

Blondie

Sparks

Judas Priest

SOLO ARTISTS

John Grant

Rufus Wainwright

Connie Francis

Kylie Minogue

Angel Olsen

Prince

Sufjan Stevens

Kate Bush

David Bowie

Keaton Henson

ALBUMS

Queen of Denmark by John Grant

69 Love Songs by The Magnetic Fields

In the Aeroplane Over the Sea by Neutral Milk Hotel

Rubber Soul by The Beatles

Picaresque by The Decemberists

Houses of the Holy by Led Zeppelin

You Could Have It So Much Better by Franz Ferdinand

Purple Rain by Prince

Transformer by Lou Reed

If You're Feeling Sinister by Belle and Sebastian

BOOKS

The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson

Grief is the Thing With Feathers by Max Porter

Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier

The Blind Assassin by Margaret Atwood

Sharp Objects by Gillian Flynn

The Murder of Roger Ackroyd by Agatha Christie

The Hobbit by JRR Tolkien

The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories by Angela Carter

The Charioteer by Mary Renault

The Big Sleep by Raymond Chandler

POEMS

Having a Coke With You by Frank O'Hara

Every poem in Crush by Richard Siken

The Second Coming by WB Yeats (alternatively, The Mermaid)

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T. S. Eliot

Dulce et Decorum Est by Wilfred Owen

Love Sonnet XI by Pablo Neruda

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond by e.e. cummings

Wild Geese by Mary Oliver

Tired by Langston Hughes

Perhaps the World Ends Here by Joy Harjo

GRAPHIC NOVELS/COMICS

Paper Girls

Ghost World

Persepolis

Bandette series

Delilah Dirk and the Turkish Lieutenant + sequels

The Fade Out

The Case of the Missing Men

The Less Than Epic Adventures of TJ and Amal

It's a Good Life, If You Don't Weaken

Nimona

TV SHOWS (that are not BLs or murder mysteries XD)

Spaced

Supernatural

The Hour

Buffy

Life on Mars/Ashes to Ashes

This is England 86/88/90

I Love Lucy

Pushing Daisies

Dark

In the Flesh OR The Young Ones OR Xena (I was going to choose but meh)

(A full list of my favourite TV shows on Serializd)

BL SERIES (MASTERLIST HERE)

Moonlight Chicken

My Personal Weatherman

KinnPorsche

Cherry Magic (Thailand)

Century of Love

Wandee Goodday

Old Fashion Cupcake

A Tale of Thousand Stars

Only Friends

Jack O'Frost

(I have a feeling Kidnap is going to take the place of one of these though)

MURDER MYSTERY SHOWS

Poirot

Marple

Rosemary and Thyme

Twin Peaks (it counts XD)

Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries

Endeavour

Beyond Evil

Murder, She Wrote

Jonathan Creek

George Gently

MOVIES

(if I do subcategories for this, we'd be here all day! But ftr my favourite genres are film noir, musicals, rom-coms, horror—mostly slashers and gialli, 50s/60s sci-fi...)

The Rocky Horror Picture Show

Clue

Strictly Ballroom

Charade

Velvet Goldmine

Hedwig and the Angry Inch

Call Me By Your Name

God's Own Country

Secretary

That Thing You Do!

(A full list of my favourite films on Letterboxd)

ACTORS

Robert Redford

Colin Farrell

James Spader

Keanu Reeves

Danny Kaye

Humphrey Bogart

Dirk Bogarde

Frank Sinatra

Jack Lemmon

Ben Whishaw

ACTRESSES

(only separating by gender to get more in XD)

Doris Day

Audrey Hepburn

Amy Adams

Lucille Ball

Jane Fonda

Kirsten Dunst

Marilyn Monroe

Nicole Kidman

Michelle Williams

Cate Blanchett

DIRECTORS

Gregg Araki

Alfred Hitchcock

John Waters

Sofia Coppola

Agnès Varda

Wes Anderson

Billy Wilder

Pedro Almodóvar

Stanley Donen

Dario Argento

MUSICALS

(only counting ones I've seen productions of myself)

The Rocky Horror Show

Little Shop of Horrors

Aladdin

Matilda

Cats

Chicago

Hairspray

Wicked

Singin' in the Rain

9 to 5 tied with Priscilla: Queen of the Desert

#lists #top 10 list #personal #stuff and nonsense #i spent WAY too long on this lol

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beardedmrbean · 2 years ago

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COLUMBIA, S.C. (AP) — A school shooter serving a life sentence without parole for killing a first grader on a South Carolina playground when he was 14 is asking a judge to lessen his sentence so he can eventually get out of prison.

Jesse Osborne's lawyer asked Judge Lawton McIntosh on Monday to reconsider his sentence so Osborne, now 21, could have some hope of freedom in his 50s or 60s.

Attorney Frank Eppes said the judge didn't fully consider a psychologist's report that Osborne's lashed out because of abuse and can be rehabilitated.

“Give Jesse some hope to live with,” Eppes said at a televised court hearing.

Osborne himself asked for a chance at life outside a prison cell, apologizing to the family of 6-year-old Jacob Hall who he killed and everyone at the school that day.

“I would just like to say sorry to every single one of them. Because my evil actions hurt their lives,” Osborne said. “I’m just going to try to better myself in the Department of Corrections the rest of my life.

But the teacher whose class was having recess, the parent of a wounded child, the father of the student celebrating his birthday, the superintendent who saw the bloodstained class rug and the school principal all said at Monday's hearing at the Anderson County Courthouse that they don't want to ever see Osborne out of prison.

Principal Denise Fredericks recognized Osborne as he paced outside Townville Elementary School with a backpack full of ammunition for 12 minutes after his gun jammed before police arrived to arrest him. Osborne had been a student there for seven years.

“I do wish Jesse a life where he can wake up, breathe, eat, work, be productive — but not outside the walls of a prison,” Fredericks said. “In my opinion, his current sentence is still so, so much more merciful than the sentence he gave to Jacob and our school family.”

Prosecutors said Hall's family didn't wish to speak in court but want Osborne to never be released from prison.

Osborne is serving two life sentences after pleading guilty. Before opening fire at the school on Sept. 28, 2016, he shot and killed his father while he slept in a recliner, kissed his rabbit and other pets goodbye, then stole his dad's truck and drove to his former elementary school, according to Osborne's confession.

Osborne crashed his truck into the school fence and fired at the first grade class celebrating a classmate's birthday at recess. Hall bled to death from a gunshot to his leg. Two other student and a teacher suffered minor injuries.

Uneaten cupcakes with the Batman logo could still be seen on the ground inside police tape hours after the shooting.

“My son hates his birthday now,” father Jeff Bernard told the judge.

Prosecutors said Osborne wanted to kill dozens but he was carrying the wrong ammunition and his gun jammed after every shot.

“He didn’t stop because he wanted to. The gun jammed. Thank God the gun jammed,” Fredericks said.

Osborne's lawyer said a video call he had open to a group chat with people who knew his plan showed him sobbing, upset and ready to give up after the first shots.

Osborne is asking the judge to consider a supplemental report from a psychologist that disagrees with prosecution experts who testified at Osborne's original sentencing that he is a dangerous and pathological liar with no remorse.

Osborne's brain was sill developing in his teens. The psychiatrists cited by the defense said he has shown guilt and grief and responded to treatment during the nearly seven years since his arrest on school grounds.

Osborne's lawyer suggested a 30-year minimum sentence for the two counts of murder, followed by 15 years for shooting at the other children and then lifetime monitoring by GPS after he is released from prison with one review after 10 years.

McIntosh asked for a detailed report from the defense expert in the next month and told prosecutors they would have at least 10 days to respond.

A number of students never returned to the school after the shooting. Some haven't returned to any school. A popped balloon ended a school dance in tears. Recess is still filled with anxiety, said teacher Meghan Hollingsworth, whose class was celebrating the birthday that day. Her child was in kindergarten just down the hall.

"The screams of children having fun sends a panic through me as I look to see who is screaming and see if they are OK," she said.

She asked the judge to think about a sign in her first grade classroom and uphold his life sentence handed down more than three years ago,

“You are free to choose, but you are not free from the consequences of your choices,” it reads.

#nunyas news #he was 14 might have a case for mercy ya #not like the victims get that tho #rough choices

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foreversecrets · 2 years ago

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When Frank Endured Daphne

Rogers Family Expansion Masterlist

Pairing: Frank Adler x Daphne Barnes (OC)

Summary: Frank has always tried to be the perfect role model for her niece Mary and it had mostly gone to plane, until he fell in love with a married woman.

Rating: Teen

Daphne Barnes did not, nor had she ever loved her husband James Buchanan Barnes. She had every intention of trying when she met him for the first time on their wedding day but after the ceremony he made it perfectly clear she would never have his heart but he would provide her with anything else she could want or need. It hurt her knowing she was trapped in a loveless marriage but this had been the easiest way to forgive her fathers gambling debts, his addiction had almost cost him his life until his daughter finally entered her glow up and he sold her to the family he owed as compensation for a clean slate.

And really what else was she going to do with her life? She’d been raised her entire life to be the perfect wife and mother but she barely graduated high school. She would never even have the opportunity to have children, James hadn’t touched her since the obligatory kiss at their wedding and her father had beaten into her the importance of loyalty and monogamy no matter the state of one's marriage. Not to mention she married a mafia man, she was too terrified to stray from her husband for fear of retaliation despite him having a mistress.

When she’d learned James’ mistress was Delilah Levinson she knew she never stood a chance. The two had known and been in love with one another their entire lives, but James' fear and selfishness led to her current misery. He’d been too afraid of Delilah’s brothers to marry her so he’d settled for the sold daughter of a gambling addict and an absent mother. So not only was she void of love but she lived with the constant humiliation as she went about her household chores and meal prepping. Most of the time her husband never made it home in time to enjoy the meals she made while the food was hot, dinner ending up being his lunch the next day instead. He never commented on her cooking skill, not like everyone else who’d thoroughly enjoyed her meals but his indifference continued to tear her down mentally.

All the build of suffering she kept pushing away by working harder everyday of her life to be a better wife came to a head the night she heard James come home around 2:00 am with Delilah. The audacity of him to bring his lover into the home they shared revealed a level of rage that boiled until long after the pair left for the day around 10:00 am, leaving her to listen in on their infidelity. She hoped her anger would burn itself out as it always seemed to so she could maturely discuss the manner with her husband, but the longer she stewed the more enraged she got until she grabbed her car keys and tracked her husband's location.

By the terms of being part of or employed by the Rogers Family, their locations were to always be available to spouse and whichever brother oversaw their particular duties, in Bucky’s case that was Steve. Curtis Everett had put the program into place in the aftermath of his sister's murder in efforts that emergencies would be handled efficiently and quickly as well as identifying traitors before they got too deep. Now, it worked for the raging women to drive down to one of the Rogers warehouses where her husband was currently working. Her gait raiditing her wrath as she charges up to the warehouse door, five feet before she reaches the door she is roughly grasped around the waist and whipped away from the door, a man standing between her and it.

“I wouldn’t go in there, cupcake.” the man sneers.

“I need to speak with my husband.” She is undeterred by the human blockade until she takes note of the gun strapped to the side of his chest. “James Barnes.”

“Shit,” the man hands his head for a moment before pulling out his phone, his eyes locked with Daphne until the call connects and the man does a scan of the surrounding area as he talks on the phone. “We’ve got a problem … I can’t … Fucking listen for two seconds … A wife … Barnes … on our way.”

He ends his call and roughly grips Daphne’s arm practically dragging her back to her vehicle, he takes her keys and places her in the passenger seat. As he is getting into the driver seat, Daphne hears multiple gunshots ring out from the warehouse and reality sinks in, turning her fiery rage into icy fear.

Her head starts to turn to observe the sound but the man speaks up, “Nope, not a sight you want to see sunshine.” he pulls onto the street driving faster than she had driven to the warehouse.

Twenty minutes later finds her seated before a wooden desk in a darkly lit room. The man who’d brought her in turned out to be Lloyd Hansen and the office belonged to Frank Adler. Her fear has multiplied as she realizes how much trouble she is in for just the action of showing up at one of their illegal businesses. Lloyd dropped her in the plush office chair and left her in the care of Frank.

Frank removes his reading glasses, saves the document he’d been reviewing on his computer and finally looks across the desk to the women across from him. Raven haired, fair skinned, green haired Daphne Barnes who is trembling in fear and despair before him, he hadn’t been prepared for a broken woman to be dropped into his lap. He knew the Barnes marriage wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows from conversations he’d overheard between Steve and Bucky but he wasn’t prepared for this mess.

“What did you see at the warehouse?” He needs to sort everything out before he checks on her mental health.

“I didn’t see anything but I heard a gunshot when Mr. Hansen dragged me away.” she fiddles with her fingers, a visual representation of her nerves. “I know to keep my mouth shut, James has made sure of that.”

“Was it urgent, the matter that drove you to the warehouse?”

Frank watched as her expression morphed from broken, fearful, anger and finally snapped into hopelessness and tears. Not used to dealing with distressed women he reacted to the best of his knowledge by coming around the desk and kneeling down in front of her seat and rubbing her knee. He isn’t entirely sure how it happened but somehow he ends up sitting on his ass in his office with Daphne in his lap crying into his neck as she holds herself against him in a death grip.

“I’ve tried so hard to be a good wife, regardless of his neglect even when I discovered his affair.”

“Infidelity isn’t right,” he says mindlessly, on autopilot while he focuses on her heartbeat and the gentle rise and fall of her chest against his.

“I could handle his cheating, it was easier when I found out who it was and that they were together before we ever got married. But he brought her into our home last night and I just snapped.” her weeping intensifies at the memories.

Frank loses the rest of her venting as he ponders his oldest brother's friend. Growing up Bucky was always the ladies man which had made the virtuous Steve far more appealing for the long run but Frank had never imagined Bucky to be an unfaithful man. He recalls Bucky’s last long term relationship was with Natasha Romanof, who was the polar opposite of Daphne but Natasha had been out of the equation for so long now he wasn’t convinced she was the mistress. The only people he could think of that Bucky spent most of his time around, Frank was 100% certain Bucky wasn’t sleeping with: Annie who was completely enthralled with Steve and hadn’t known about Bucky’s existence before she met Steve. From Daphne’s own retellings, Bucky had been seeing this woman before they married and Steve and Annie had only just gotten married a couple months ago, dating probably a year ago whereas Daphne and Bucky had been married for about 3 years now.

“Am I really so unappealing that it's alright to rub my face into the humiliation I’ve been dealing with since the day I met him?!”

“Hey no!” Frank gently pulls her head back so he can meet her gaze. “You’re an amazing woman who deserves much more than your current predicament.”

It's with that sincerity that Daphne and Franks friendship is forged, from that day on all the effort and energy she’d put into her ungrateful husband was now placed upon Frank and Mary. Daff and Mary grew close as Frank fell harder and harder for the married woman. And while she could never bring herself to betray the vows she made for the sham of a marriage. Together they love one another in silence, never crossing the boundary she set but continuing to spend more and more time together, Mary acting as their unknowing chaperon.

It was Franks’ birthday when everything changed for them, a Monday night so he’d spent Sunday with his family celebrating, allowing him to spend his actual birthday with Mary and Daphne. He hadn’t been so excited for something like this in a long time, knowing Daff had picked Mary up from school so the two could cook his favorite, her meatloaf. Daphne was a better cook than half the restaurants him and Mary ate at before Daff had entered their lives. Just another of the many ways Daff had shown how she loved and cared for them, she thoroughly enjoyed taking care of them and allowed him to return those actions.

But when he pulled up to his house he noticed his sister sitting in her car waiting for his arrival. She hopped out of the car eagerly and came over to give him a one sided hug so she didn’t drop the store bought cake in her other hand.

“Happy birthday!”

“We celebrated yesterday,” he pointed out.

“Well I know but I thought we could order dinner, have some cake and just hang out.” Delilah suddenly looked around, searching for something. “Where’s Mary?”

“Inside, her and a friend are making dinner.”

“Oh,” Delilah suddenly seemed down and Frank noticed the slight bags under her eyes, like she’d been having a tough time recently. “Got room for another?”

Internally sighing about his precious evening being invaded by his little sister, he nodded and forced a smile and led the way inside. The smell of dinner bringing his mood up, it further rose when Mary and Daphne came to greet him, Daphne carrying a homemade chocolate cake she’d clearly let Mary do the frosting for. He was too distracted with greeting Mary and complimenting her handy work to notice how Daphne tensed up.

“What’s she doing here?” Deli snapped as she placed the store bought cake down on the counter and glared at Daphne.

“She’s a friend, Deli, she made dinner.” Frank explained, confused by his sister's sudden attitude shift. “Do we have enough for another?” Frank looked to Daff finally, even more confused by the forced smile on her face followed by her overly positive tone affirming his inquiry and then disappeared back into the kitchen.

“The meatloaf just came out of the oven.” Mary said excitedly, bouncing on the balls of her feet and swaying her arms. “Daff let me mush everything together.”

“I’m eager to try it.”

Deli followed the pair into the kitchen. Her hatred for Daphne Barnes wasn’t really justified but Daphne had Bucky in a way Delilah couldn’t and that was reason enough for her to despise the woman. Though she was aware the whole situation was a result of Bucky’s continued poor decision making, furthering her annoyance with her boyfriend. She was supposed to be with him right now but their latest fight was the whole reason she was at her brother's house trying to avoid all of it. But jealousy was an unreasonable bitch and therefore Daphne was the bane of Delilah’s existence, motivating her to glare at Daphne as she set another place at the dinner table.

“Shouldn’t you be home taking care of your husband?” Deli snapped as everyone got comfortable at the table. Frank was finally picking up on the hostility coming from his sister towards Daphne, and it had nothing to do with whatever had been bothering her before they entered the house.

“My husband is rarely home for dinner but should he come home hungry there is dinner in the fridge with reheating instructions.”

“I don’t think it's appropriate for a married woman to make her husband reheat his own dinner while she provides a feast for another man.” Deli sneers. Frank glares at his sister trying to shut her down without words but it's too late, Daphne snaps.

“And I don’t think it's appropriate for my husband's mistress to lecture me on my responsibilities.” Daphne’s hand flies up to cover her mouth, eyes wide in regret and surprise at herself.

“Mary, go to your room.” Frank says sternly with no room for argument, Mary pouting but leaving anyway.

“I’m so-” Daphne starts but Franks stops her.

“Don’t.” he moves his reassuring, soft eyes from Daphne to his sister, his expression hardening to anger. “Bucky is the married man you’ve been asking me for advice on?”

“Frank-”

“Bucky! One of the few people who’d receive the entire family's blessing, yet you let him marry and destroy someone else?”

“You’re in love with her.” Delilah is breathless as she makes the conclusion, looking back and forth between the two. Daphne’s eyes unwavering from her lap, indicating to Delilah that the feeling is mutual between the two. “You’re cheating on Bucky! You fucking slut!”

“No,” Daphne whispers in the broken tone Frank has worked so hard not to hear from her ever again. Tears falling in a rush down her face at the insults thrown her way, though her crying is silent at present time.

“Don’t you dare insult her like that,” Frank’s voice has dropped to a decibel neither women have ever heard from him. “We have done nothing wrong. We recognized our connection and made sure we were never alone to respect the sanctity of marriage, a courtesy you have not shared.” The quick whimper has Frank’s attention shifting back to Daff, he takes her hand and rubs his thumb over her knuckles to offer comfort. “You don’t get to judge us when you fucking her husband.”

“If you’re so in love with each other, why don’t you divorce him?” Delilah redirects her brother's animosity.

“I can’t, the marriage can only be terminated by James according to the contract that forgave my fathers debt.” Daphne’s voice is small but it rings in Delilah’s ears as she boils in rage.

All this time, all those fights about divorcing Daphne so they can finally be together and it was on him. Bucky had led Deli to believe he was at Daphne’s mercy, that he couldn’t leave her but the reversal here is maybe the man she loves doesn’t love her enough to commit to her for the rest of their lives. His excuses of Daphne not being able to provide for herself, that she would end up on the street if they ever got divorced, it all doesn’t matter anymore because Frank is in love with Daphne and would never allow such a fate to befall her.

“Question is, why hasn’t Barnes divorced Daff if he’s so in love with you?”

“He is responsible for her and she has no practical world skills to be able to get a job if they divorce. Do you want her to be homeless?”

“She’s right.” Daphne mumbles, something Frank will correct later but for now he is focused on his little sister.

“You aren’t incapable,” is all Frank offers for now before returning to his sister. “I would never allow that.”

“Do you promise?” she asks her brother, a new hope surging up within her. “Because if you can guarantee she will be provided for, I will give Bucky the ultimatum that will make us all happy.”

“Of course,” he states firmly before continuing with his eyes on Daphne who is still looking at her hands. “Perhaps you missed the part where I’m in love with her.”

Delilah takes out her phone and sends a single text to her boyfriend.

Divorced Daphne or lose me permanently.

Delilah apologizes to Daphne for the unwarranted treatment and bows to make things right in any way she can for them. Starting with her leaving so they can try to salvage the rest of the evening.

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cutiepieautistic · 11 months ago

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David and eddie are "murder husbands"

Eddie's more like will graham if he was a redneck and a mixed native dude,and david is more like hannibal lector in the relationship

Here's all of the pets that my 3 most favorite oc's canonically keep:

Keith: orange tabby,golden retriever.

Kevin: a colony of earthworms,a leapard gecko named Charlie,some rats, grasshoppers, crickets, meal worms and one really old bird.

He's spends so much money on caring for them,that he doesn't own much. His house is kind of a total shithole,ngl.

He works at a pizza place,a long with Daniel(they share some similarities,but they're totally unrelated. Also I should mention that kevin is significantly older than Daniel,who is only 18. And you can definitely tell,kevin is uhhh...a little rough around the edges to look at. That's what makes him so hot, though.)

Ps: kevin and Keith are both autistic and Keith is very similar to spongebob,personality wise. I guess kevin would be the squidward to his spongebob,haha. He's a very grumpy dude,but very reasonably so considering his whole life's situation.

Frank: doberman pincher,black cat,vampire bat,crows,ravens,black widows,hyper melanistic California King snake,and one blue eyed leucistic snake python that he affectionately refers to as "Little lucie" (if you know his lore,that name is a play on words of his true name,and very tongue-in-cheek) she's his good girl,one of his favorite and most cherished pets of all.

Daniel is a huge perv and kind of an asshole,but in an endearing and funny sort of way. You know,normal young dude stuff. He's cute so it's fine <3

Frank is easily my most of evil of oc's,but in a sexy way. Jazzy is my second most evil OC,she's an alien earth worm person(my original species called woemenites) who lives in space Australia and is literally an assassin and mean as a rattlesnake.

Kevin is technically evil because he's a criminal,but he only acts evil out of desperation and he's still so hot and lovable,despite his issues. He's my special boy!!! I love him so much.

Keith is from California,has a skater dude accent,wears grunge fashion and is extremely adorable/boyishly cute and Is 19 and a half. He has a bit of a baby face and like I've said before,he's really tall and easily one of my skinniest characters,he's extremely lanky and bony. He's of scottish and irish descent. Probably mostly irish??? He has really,really nice hands and the cutest,toothy smile ever. :) <3

Kevin is my hairiest character,and frank is my second hairiest character,excluding my furry oc's who are literally covered in fur.

Keith doesn't have much body hair. I mean,he has a bush(which he is very proud of) and a little bit of arm hair and the teeniest tiniest sprinkling of chest hair if you squint, but that's about it. The others are more hairy,except for some of my female Oc's who shave or aren't naturally very hair(it's just genetics,what can I say?) But I do definitely have hairy female oc's too! I just don't have many female oc's,is the thing.

Uhhh I have a small group of juggalo oc's,and some regular male clown oc's,who are all very sexy, of course.

Frank is my #1 oldest oc,clocking in at over 4000 years old,and Philip Is a ghost from the medieval ages so he's pretty old too.

Also Philip was the court's jester, and the thot(tm) of the kingdom at the Time. And he's very handsome,and he met a horrible fate, which you can tell by the fact his head is not attached to his ghostly body(it floats just above his neck)

Bob is my second sweetest oc,which is very fitting considering he's a Baker and loves to bake cupcakes! Keith is my #1 sweetest oc. He's just like a golden retriever. Such a sweetheart :) <3 <3 <3

Do you guys mind if I infodump about my oc's here?

#text #self rb #long post #infodump #infodumping #my oc stuff #oc stuff #slight nsft mention for some parts of this by the way #just a warning.

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ambrosiaswhispers · 7 years ago

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On Target: Chapter Three

Hello Cabin - we've been here for three days. There's only one bed...and still only Blue as a chaperone. (O).(O) Frank...Frank...Frank??? Please excuse the writer she has to go chase the murder-cupcake down, again! *Get back here!!!!*

Also, the writer is really really unsure about their voices here. So any feedback would be greatly appreciated. AO3 Link

Chapter Three

Frank had been tortured before, also by cause of an order been a torturer, so he understood of how it worked. The worst type of people to torture were psychopaths, not because they couldn’t be broken, but it was exhausting to do so. Psychopaths cared so little about everything that it was hard to get them riled up enough to break the rhythm. Not that he would ever compare Karen to a psychopath, but her nonchalant attitude about her unintentional torture of him just might cause his long overdue death.

It had been three days since they settled here and he should have realized that Karen Page was not one to sit still for long. She was on the mend and had developed a wicked case of cabin fever. Currently, he was sitting on one end of the couch reading a book, while she sat at the other end writing in a notebook.

“You should take the bed tonight.” She moved the eraser of her pencil over the page.

He arched an eyebrow, noting that she hadn’t bothered to look up, “No. You’re still healing. The couch is fine for me.”

“Don’t be such a martyr. I’m letting you sleep in the bed for the night, not taking a bullet for you.”

“I’ve done that.”

“Don’t remind me.” Karen lamely tossed a throw pillow at him. “See if I wasn’t feeling better I couldn’t have thrown that at you.”

Frank looked at the pillow that had traveled two inches from Karen’s thigh. “Careful that speedball’s got some heat.”

She rolled her eyes and gingerly got up from the couch, waving off his offered hand. “I’m fine. Do you want more coffee?”

“If you’re going that way.”

She picked up his cup and padded to the kitchen. Her range of motion was already improving, but she still wearing the zip-up hoodie as it was easier to get on. He should have grabbed her a button-up shirt.

He diverted his eyes from her and went back to reading getting through a few pages, before noting that Karen hadn’t returned. He glanced back up to find her staring out the window at the falling snow. It had snowed on and off since their arrival, not blizzard conditions, but enough to blanket the forest surrounding the cabin. The couched creaked as he pushed himself up and paced up behind her, following her gaze.

“It’s so peaceful.”

He made an affirmative sound.

“I remember my Christmases looking like this. Did you ever go outside of the city in the winter?”

“Does the desert count?”

Karen inclined her head back to look at him, head turned slightly up, due to their height difference. The setting sunlight illuminated the highlights in her blonde hair and warmed her skin-tone. “You know what I meant.”

A smile crept over his features as a pleasant memory flashed in his mind, “Once or twice. Maria hated the snow, but the kids loved playing in it. On our last trip, they both went sledding down this crazy hill and I thought they were both gonna break their necks.”

“Suicide straight…”She mused, “Growing up, we had this impossibly steep hill by my high school and only the craziest kids took it on.”

“So you were at the front of the line.” He assumed.

“No, that was my brother.”

“I didn’t know you had a brother.”

“I did.” She closed her eyes.

He laid his hand on her shoulder, “Sorry.”

“It was a lifetime ago.” She leaned back against him and he stood still, taking her weight as his hand trailed down her arm to rest on her hip. She relaxed her head back against his shoulder, “Frank?” Her breath tickled his neck.

“We should sit back down. You’re still recovering.”

“Let’s take a walk. I need to stretch my legs.” She countered, eyes still closed. “I bet Blue wants to walk.”

The grey Pitbull seemed to materialize out of another dimension and was instantly nudging at Frank’s leg. “She cheats, Blue. She’s using you to get me to say yes. What do you think of that?”

Blue let out a soft whine.

“That’s all you got to say, huh?” Frank shook his head and sighed. “Alright.”

“Thank you.” Karen smiled and shifted away from him, but slowly as his hand lingered a moment too long on her hip. If it bothered her, she said nothing.

She retrieved a heavy coat from the hall closet. The cabin was in a popular snowmobile area so there was extra winter gear for guests to use. Frank pulled on his coat and boots, before glancing over at Karen to see her lowering herself into one of the dining room chairs. She lifted her foot to another chair as she attempted to tie the boot, but hissed under her breath.

“You need help, Miss Page?”

“If you would be so inclined, Mr. Castle.” She smirked.

He made a face. “That’s my father.”

“Just making a point, formalities seem silly at this point.” She shrugged. “Everything we know about each other. Everything we’ve been through.”

He sat in the chair near her and took care tying up both of her boots, making sure they were laced tight. He didn’t want her feet getting wet. He got back up and helped her get into her coat, zipping it up to her collarbone. He was staring at her, those blue eyes of hers, so clear and honest, as she bit down on her lower lip. He wanted to brush his thumb over her lip, make sure she didn’t make that imprint again, but he didn’t. He ached to kiss her, to see what she would taste like, to hear her…

“Frank?” She inquired, “Are you okay?”

He nodded and whistled for Blue as he opened the door, the cold wind snapping him back to reality. They meandered slowly through the woods around the cabin. He let her set the pace, mindful of her injury and the weather. They shouldn’t be out too long. Blue was trotting along beside them occasionally catching a scent, but never straying too far.

The sun set as they walked, but he had a flashlight in his pocket and the moonlight was plenty bright. They arrived at the edge of the woods and he stared out over the grey ocean crashing against the frozen sand. The docks were covered in a layer of snow and icicles extended down from the railings.

“I hate this. I hate being helpless in all of this.” Karen grumbled next to him. “And dragging you…”

“You think I wouldn’t have volunteered to keep you safe?” He flexed his hands in his pockets.

Karen pulled down her scarf a bit, “I don’t doubt that for a moment. But I know you’d rather be out there hunting him than hiding with me. I hate hiding with me, this isn’t me.”

“Red had a good plan. This is the best way to keep you safe. If I had to be hiding with someone, I’d rather it be you.” He shifted his feet the snow crunching beneath his boots. “We shouldn’t be out much longer, it’s colder than I thought.”

“Just a few more minutes.” Karen covered her face again.

He stood next to her, watching her out of the corner of his eye, her breath, even through the scarf, was visible in slow puffs. Blue bumped his leg, he scratched her ears, and she nuzzled his hand. There was a ship in the distance, even a freighter wasn’t immune to the ocean and it’s power. The lighthouse up the coast flashed the light as a warning.

Frank touched Karen’s shoulder and they wordlessly started back to the cabin. She walked slower this time and took shorter steps. She stumbled, but he grabbed her before she could hit the ground. She cursed in pain at the jostling.

She leaned into him for a moment as she caught her breath. He steadied her in his arms, the vinyl of the thick coats they were wearing creaking. He was still holding her arms and her fingers were dug into his skin near his jean pockets.

“You alright?” He questioned, his nose pressed against the top of her hat as the hood of the coat had fallen back.

She looked up and their frozen noses brushed as she nodded.

He’d never been angrier or more grateful for a scarf in his life. “Come on.” He kept his hand against the small of her back and made sure she didn’t trip again. He opened the door for them and rubbed a towel over Blue’s paws to get rid of the snow, before toeing out of his boots. He knelt in front of Karen and unlaced her boots, helping her out of them staying focused on the simple task.

He pushed himself back up to standing and Karen’s cold, but ungloved hands cupped his face. She leaned in and kissed his cheek above her hand. “Thank you.”

She might have moved away but he covered her hands with his, closing his eyes relishing the contact. The memory of being pressed to her in that elevator flooded his senses. Go…Go… He’d wanted her, but knew he couldn’t have her. He didn’t deserve her. He tilted his head down he pressed his forward to hers. He still wanted her. “Karen…”

“Shh. Shh.” She moved her hands into his hair, rounded nails scraping against his scalp. He let her. He just stood there and let her touch him, as his hands fell to hips, framing them. One of her hands moved to the back of his neck, coaxing him to her the gentle touch like a siren’s song. She pressed her lips to the corner of his mouth, silently asking permission for more.

Featherlight and fearful that this was some kind of nightmare that would crescendo in bullets and blood, he risked the slight incline and skimmed his lips over hers. He couldn’t deny her, but…

She responded immediately, grazing her lips back over his with an exploration that almost felt like a yielding, almost. After a few minutes, her tongue swept over his bottom lip luring him to chase after her. He raised his one of his hands and held her face as this languid exploration continued. She tasted of coffee and her hands lowered to his shoulders, as they held on to each other.

He bumped her back into the wall and she gasped out in pain, his hands flew to her ribs, trying to support them. Instantly a flood of guilt hit him as he listened to her panting in his ear, “I’m okay. I’m okay.”

“I shouldn’t have…”

“I did it, Frank. You didn’t, I did. It’s okay.” She was still holding onto him and his hands were still on her. This was so dangerous.

He stepped back, “Still, I…I should make something for dinner. You should sit and rest.”

The look in her eyes wasn’t quite readable, but the silence was damn near deafening. Karen slipped off her coat and hung it on a dining chair before escaping into the living room with Blue on her heels.

Whatever his plans were for dinner they know involved stir-fry so he would have plenty of chopping, tedious work to focus his mind. He could still feel her skin under his hands, hear her breathlessness, taste her; he was going to need a cold shower. The recipe was too simple, he was too at ease with a knife, it was completed far too fast.

He knew Karen was not happy, he didn’t blame her, he just didn’t know how to…how to get…He was a mess and this was going to…

“Why don’t I set the table, while you get Blue’s dinner ready?” Karen brushed by him to get out the dishes.

He nodded not trusting his voice or the sudden helpfulness of the spitfire reporter. She pulled two bottles of beer out of the fridge and set them on the counter by the stove, then laid out the flatware and bowls.

As he uncapped the beers and she sat down at the table and informed him wryly, “Don’t worry. I’m in no condition medically to jump you from the across the table.”

The bottle cap went flying to the other side of the kitchen and Frank started laughing, a real honest-to-God laugh that he couldn’t stop. Karen’s eyes lit up mischievously and genuine smile illuminated her beautiful face.

He opened the other beer and took it over with the prepared food, dishing a portion out for each of them. “You’ve got a good laugh.”

“You’ve got a beautiful smile.” He informed her sincerely and was surprised to see a blush darken her cheeks. “I thought we tradin’ compliments.”

“This is good.” Karen took a bit of the dinner. “Thank you for cooking. And as thanks, I’m going to insist you take the bed tonight.”

“Is there an echo in here? Didn’t we have this conversation already?” He took a long drink of his beer. He chuckled at her scowl. “You’re still healing, in no condition to be sleeping on that shitty couch.”

“So it is miserable to sleep on. I knew it.” She snapped her fingers.

Well, now he’d stuck foot in his mouth.

“Look, it’s queen sized bed.” She finished her beer, “and we’re both adults, we can share.”

He finished his own beer, eyeing her. “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

“If I get uncomfortable, I’ll kick you out. As long as you don’t sleep naked or drool.”

Frank chocked out a cough, “I was in the military and I had children. There was only one reason I ever slept naked…”

“And you’re worried about hurting me, so that’s not going to happen. We’ll be fine.” She smirked and gathered up the dishes washing them, before vanishing to take a shower.

Frank took a shower after Karen but returned to the living to read for a bit, praying the woman would fall asleep in the meantime. He glanced at the clock, it was almost midnight, so he turned off the lights and left Blue sleeping on her bed by the fireplace.

The room was dark, but the moon illuminated it enough that he didn’t need to turn on a light. Karen was curled up on one side of the bed, but the covers were pulled back on the other side. This wasn’t smart, but that couch was miserable. His back was killing him.

Military training dictated that socks stayed on and you slept mostly clothed in case of attack. Moments, when he was home, sleeping in shorts and nothing else, was a luxury he had to talk himself into. He split the difference, opting to stay in the soft pants and t-shirt, but removed his socks. He gingerly crawled into the soft bed, making sure to sleep on top of the sheet so there was some separation. He couldn’t catch the sigh that escaped as he laid back.

“See that’s why I’ve been sleeping in.” Karen murmured, shifting a bit. “I’m sleeping on top of the sheet. Don’t worry.” She yawned, “Goodnight, Frank.”

“Goodnight, Karen.” He shook his head, no point in moving now. He laid in the semi-dark was watched the woman sleeping for a few minutes before closing his eyes to get some actual sleep.

.:.

I really hope you guys enjoy this!

#Kastle #kastle fic update #frank and karen #on target #chapter three #frank is a murder cupcake #I really hope you guys enjoy this #thank you for reading #I am so not sure about their voices #yikes #still hope it's a good read

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morbid-longing-picturesque · 2 years ago

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if mikey had to wear a medal on his parade outfit because of his death in ghost of you ray should’ve had to carry around a cupcake liner as part of his outfit for the entirety of the black parade era send post

#mcr #my chemical romance #mcr return era #the black parade #gerard way #ray toro #frank iero #mikey way #wtbp #welcome to the black parade #life on the murder scene #lotms #ray toro cupcake

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words-with-kyle-old · 3 years ago

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Welcome!

Hi! Welcome to Kyle's blog! This is an admin post to let you know some stuff! I really hope you enjoy this blog, I made it to try and cheer myself up a bit and so far it's working!

(Also a side note, I'm modelling this post after @askjamespatrickmarch's because their welcome post is laid out really good-)

Tags

I’m gonna add to the tags as more get used! If you need me to tag something because it’s triggering then I am more than happy to, I will tag all triggers as #tw *trigger* (example: #tw death)

NSFW - I’m not the best judge at whether something is NSFW or just bordering it, so if something is remotely uh… sexy time 18+… I will tag it as #NSFW

Admin - Any admin posts (posts out of character) will be tagged as #Admin ! I also sometimes talk in the tags of posts, which I do in brackets.

Headcanons With Kyle - Posts about my personal headcanons for my Kyle!

Interacting With Kyle

I don’t really have any objections to what you send to Kyle! I answer pretty much every ask the blog gets, although maybe try and keep traumatising Kyle to a minimum? Poor boy’s going through so many rabbits because anons keep murdering them :(

Kyle's Relationships

Here you can find all the relationships Kyle has with other blogs! (Kyle’s getting a family y'all!)

@learning-with-zoe - Kyle’s fiancée/soulmate

@i-prepare-for-the-noble-war - Kyle’s dad

@sunshine-harmon - Kyle’s mom

@quicksilver-babey - Kyle’s grandmother

Kyle's Pets

Here are all of Kyle’s pets! For reasons, they are invincible and cannot die, so anons stay away from them!

Rock Zoe - A rock Kyle found when he was outside, he thought it was pretty and named it after the prettiest thing Kyle could think of. (Kyle’s first pet! :D)

Cooki - A white bunny rabbit. One of Kyle’s favourite sayings is bunny! hop hop hop! so Zoe got him a bunny of his own. Named after his favourite thing besides Zoe (cookies)

Patches - A stitched-together bunny that was brought back from the dead by Clay and Frank after Dandy murdered it. Also referred to as ‘Franken-Bunny’. Kyle likes to say that the bunny is just like him, that’s why he loves it.

Headcanons With Kyle

Here’s where the links to any headcanons I have of my Kyle will be! You can also find them with the hashtag of the same name! (I’ve never written/shared headcanons before, please be kind!)

Kyle and Babies

Admin Information

Here’s some information and stuff I want you to know about me!

I’m not entirely bothered about hiding who I am, but at the same time I’m not really going to outright say it. Maybe in the future I’ll put my main here, but for now I like the anonymity! If you do know who I am (and I know at least 4 people do), please don’t tell other people until I’m ready!

I am over 18, and I use she/her pronouns!

I have a really bad fear of dogs (photos/gifs/videos, I’m okay with talking about them) so please respect that! I am aware that there’s literally a dog gif on my blog from an ask, I didn’t want to just delete the ask without saying why so I posted it-

My Kyle may not be accurate, but I’m okay with that! Like I said, I just made this blog to have fun, so I’m not really worried about if he’s exactly like on-screen Kyle, you know?

If you want to DM me (or Kyle) then go ahead! I am kind of shy when it comes to talking to people so keep that in mind! If you do message, please specify whether you’re wanting to talk to me or Kyle! :D

I think that’s all I have to say, and I’ll update this if anything needs adding in the future! Thank you for reading! <3

#admin #lets pray we don't have to remake this again!

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eyeslikefoxglove · 5 years ago

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Episode 10 - Tywin Lannister called, he wants the Rains of Castamere back & once again, Foxglove cheers when someone gets shanked

Hiiiii! Welcome to episode 10 commentary! I’m doing this one right after episode 9 because for once in my life I started on this early enough in the day I can get more than one single episode in. Hope you enjoy!

Before I descend into several “wtf is wrong with this guy” rants, let me point a funny to y’all. The corpse that WWX checks for pupillary changes is not only breathing, you can see his carotid pulse jumping on his neck.

Ok done.

WHAT THE FUCK THAT’S A LITTLE GIRL WHAT THE FUCK.

Fuck this creeper oh my god. I know he’s supposed to have a tragic past and be cute and charismatic but I just want to shush him every time he opens his mouth.

(XXC truly looks like an elven prince doesn’t he)

Aaaaaand WWX gives zero fucks about your dramatic exit stage right.

He also gives zero fucks about the fight to the death happening right in front of him, I mean, why would he when he can flirt with LWJ instead?

Speaking of said fight, I really hope they sped up the footage of them spinning through the air, because if whatever machine and harnesses they used truly spun them so fast I feel for the actors/body doubles.

Hey XXC that’s your boyfriend right there!

Today is really not XY’s day is it.

(That disgusted face WWX makes is pretty much a visual representation of what I feel when XY tries to be cute. Seriously)

SHUT UP XY MY BOY IS HAVING A FANBOY MOMENT.

I can’t believe I’m saying this but he’s got a point. Not in this case, because these five are actually good people but the rich and powerful are indeed a bunch of hypocrites. *Softly plays Eat the Rich*

LWJ is a hairsbreadth away from slapping XY out of his faux-innocent act and I can’t say I fault him tbh. And WWX is fucking smug because he is the king of being a little shit and this amateur got nothing on him.

Is Zhu Zanjin wearing eyeliner or are his eyelashes actually that incredible?

I’m making pained noises because I keep wondering what would’ve happened if WWX had asked XXC for help after people mounted a witch hunt against him and why do I keep doing this to myself?

WWX: *talks about his boyfriend*

JC: *eyeroll*

Oh my god this bit is so painful. You can see how starved WWX is about finding the smallest connection with his mum and my soul hurts.

And LWJ’s face watching them go. He’s probably just realised this was a dream you could have, and there it is, walking away. I’m gonna go make myself some tea and eat some cake or something, I deserve it after all this emotional turmoil.

(Aaaaaaand there goes XY being a fucking creep again)

LOOK AT MY TWO LIL CUPCAKES BEING FUCKING ADORABLE WHEN THEY GET PRAISED. LOOK AT THEM.

We’ve already established that I have the survival instincts of a concussed lemming but NMJ is a dude I want to get into a shouting match with. I don’t dislike him or anything and he’s badass, but watching this is obvious a five year old with an attitude can push his buttons. And he’s both a political leader and has a whole baby brother to take care off, you can’t allow yourself to get so angry you contemplate murder in your living room my dude. Furthermore, I know his way of cultivation makes him even more unstable and prone to Qi deviation; but instead of finding a way to work around that this idiot is ok with dying young and leaving everyone who loves him fucking devastated. Because why? It’s the way of his clan? It’s traditional? It’s honourable? Fuck that, no wonder NHS dislikes sword fighting so much if that’s going to eventually kill his big brother.

NMJ: I am a just and frank man, I fear nothing in presence of sinners like you.

Me, with a megaphone: HUBRIS IS A BITCH

The One Braincell Trio being MY fanboys gives me life *insert another million canon-divergences in which they befriend MY and everything is less Lannister red as a result*

THIS ASSHOLE IS2G SOMEONE SAYS SOMETHING LIKE THAT ABOUT MY MUM AND NO ONE WILL FIND THE BODY.

Ok, NMJ called Lan Yi “the great talented leader of the Lan”, I want to pick a less violent fight with him now.

Wei “let me be damn sexy while drinking” Wuxian back at it again.

WUJI IS ON! MOONLIGHT! ROOFTOPS!

WWX: Lan Zhan I’ll sleep on your roof tonight

LWJ: Wei Ying I have to go

WWX: Lan Zhan I’ll sleep on your roof tonight

LWJ: Wei Ying, there’s room in my bed if we snuggle.

There, I fixed it. (Here I come again, joking to hide the pain. Parting is such sweet sorrow and all that)

... oh hey I’d never noticed how big Wang YiBo’s hands are and now I’m in trouble. Which is funny, cause LWJ is v much not my type, but Wang YiBo apparently is now? I mean, I’ve reblogged stuff about him because he’s ridiculously beautiful but...

*falls down a google images rabbit hole*

...

Yeah I can safely say I’m into Wang YiBo’s badboy-prettyboy-coolboy-gremlinboy attitude.

Anyway back to the show:

That was a fucking great sword throw and I love the little smirk MY’s wearing.

... what did I just see?

I don’t know how to describe it, but when WZL sticks the tip of his sword into the flat of NMJ’s sabre and drives him back and you see then go through the frame in front of WC? That’s like the most ridiculous anthropomorphic version of a train dragging a car along the tracks. All that’s missing is the “nyooooom” sound.

Speaking of WZL that’s one coolheaded dude.

Ok, I’m going to go down a Meng Yao rabbit hole again. Brace yoselves.

At risk of sounding like NHS I really don’t know why MY would’ve set XY free. I mean, if he gets XY and the Yin Iron back to WRH he’s got the chief cultivator’s favour... but everyone and their mum wants WRH out of the scene, including as far as he knows Daddy Dearest. He’s clever enough to realise there’s going to be a war, so he might’ve though that if he put himself up as a spy this soon it would’ve benefited the, yet nonexistent, SunShot Campaign. In the book he also murders his bully of a superior right before “defecting” and becoming a spy, and much like in here, NMJ catches him and stabbing happens. Do I think he, like the Jins, was playing both sides during the war? Yeah, but in this instance if I were him I wouldn’t trust in the benevolence of a man who makes puppets out humans for funsies, especially seeing how much he gets bullied.

Now if we go the other direction, of wrong place wrong time, MY doesn’t seem displeased with the Nies. I mean, NMJ and NHS like and respect him as far we’ve seen, NMJ even follows his advise. Why would he want to risk his fucking neck against NMJ just to get a potential in (that again depends on WRH liking him) to spy in a potential war? Call me a hufflepuff, but I’d stay put. Right before NMJ finds MY murdering someone we hear the voice of he asshole captain who loves to mess with MY, same captain that wasn’t present when confronting WC and that was really fucking drunk last night. I’m not saying this man works for the Wens, but hangovers make you sluggish and tired, who’s to say XY didn’t actually break tf out if this yahoo was the one guarding him (back again to the bit when MY asked the captain to post extra guards and the captain told him where to stick it, we don’t know if he actually doubled the guard) and MY walked in on it. Now this asshole has the perfect scapegoat! The *insert his preferred MY slur* did it! He saw it! And MY either panics or snaps and gets stabby.

Listen, it’s murder either way, and I won’t pretend MY doesn’t have a whole alphabet of plans for every situation, but damn I cheered.

Shut the fuck up WC.

My one track mind is shrieking because MY has a stab wound in his chest and he’s just... chilling? (Like a villain lol)

Did y’all see the fan smacking the hand bit? Now that I’ve seen the whole thing is evident, but that’s pretty much the same exact show as at the beginning with the “mysterious man”. Ooooohhhh I love the hints!

HOLY FUCK NMJ IS CRYING (my 3zun ship is sailing y’all can’t stop me).

Speaking of 3zun if y’all could point me to nice fics where everything doesn’t go up in flames for these three idiots I’d appreciate it.

And that’s all for this episode. Thanks for reading.

#cql #the untamed #mdzs live action #mdzs #foxglove watches cql #foxglove watches the untamed #wei wuxian #lan wangji #wangxian #jiang wanyin #jiang cheng #nie huaisang #nie mingjue #meng yao #jin guanyao #3zun #Foxglove cheers when someone gets shanked #again #foxglove babbles

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thecompostpile · 4 years ago

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Ice Cream Essay 5- Fuck Cops Eat Ice Cream

It was just something a friend told me in passing. They had worked at an ice cream shop one summer just a way to make a little money to buy weed and gas. Working with ice cream, from what I’ve heard, isn’t a very glamorous job but I imagine there are worse summer jobs. That will be a conversation for another time. This story goes to a time we were just hanging out smoking and shooting the shit. He told me a story of why his day had been crummy.

“I made this cop an ice cream cone and he just walked out with it. Didn’t pay, didn’t tip nothing.”

“Wait no way”

“Yeah it was so fuckong weird. He didn’t even ask if it was free he just walked out with it.”

That was probably the better part of a decade ago and I don’t think about this story a lot. At the time it was important to me though. I was in the middle of getting a political science degree from a liberal arts college in upstate Connecticut and it was being broken down in front of me why cops were bad. Here was another small but perfect example of why cops scared the ever living shit out of me. Cops have no shame. If they want ice cream they literally just take the ice cream and walk out. And what are you supposed to do? Call the cops.

The police force in this country is completely unchecked. It’s disgusting. A mad dog so insane with hate and rabies it doesn’t remember cuddling with anyone on the couch it only wants to bite anyone that comes near it right in the leg. This is the case for as long as I have been politically conscious but it has been happening much longer than that. I was in college when Freddy Gray happened, I had been in a jail cell around the same time police murdered Sandra Bland. I argued in my class about how Eric Garner being choked out on the street was unconstitutional with a conservative freshmen who I would bullshit with. His argument still sticks in my brain.

“He was murdered for selling cigarettes on the side of the street.”

“Well it is illegal.”

That’s what the other side of this thinks. He was a smart kid in a sense that he understood things and could speak elegantly. BUT how fucking stupid do you need to be to say that. Is it even stupidity or is it just pure cold hearted hatred. The man was choked out on the side of the street. I’ve wandered off here though. I am trying to keep the ever consistent theme of fuck cops and fuck every bootlicking chump that likes cops.

Let’s bring this back to ice cream. So this pig just thought it was okay to walk into an ice cream shop, one that he was supposed to both “serve and protect”. Let’s say he ordered a hot fudge sundae with some nuts, whip cream, a cherry. He’s a fat cop obviously with a stupid 90s tv dad walrus mustache. He’s a slob so some of the hot fudge dribbles onto his chin while he takes the first bite. Then on his heels he just turns and slides out whistling while he doesn’t hold the door for a lady with a stroller.

A cop in my town starts off at 59,000 dollars a year so he certainly has the money to pay for this ice cream. But you know maybe he comes in a lot right, he has something worked out with the dipshit owner who licks boots as much as he licks ice cream. To not even tip for your free ice cream though is so fucked up.

Note: tip at least a buck for your ice cream people. More if you can.

It was free, you paid nothing for it. At the very least acknowledge the labor that went into it. Cops aren’t workers though. They are the state mandated protection of only rich white people and stolen property. We absolutely need to abolish the entire police force. There is no other option; it is rotten to its core.

Now let us just quickly think of what would happen if that police officer was in the store and a black man did the same thing, walked out with ice cream for free. There is a highly likely chance the black man would be shot. Black men have been shot for much less in this country. At the very least the man could be arrested, placed in jail and lose his right to vote once out. What makes this cop special that he is allowed to break the law.

There is a system behind it too. The Frank Capra ideals of an old timey america. The 50s when you had the milk dropped off, took a date for an egg cream at the drugstore, hot rods and segregated schools. Cracking a joke with your high school buddy who was one of the cops in town but never did much but twirl his baton around and whistle. Then if something surprising would happen his eyes would pop out of his head. You know the America everyone loved. Jimmy Stewart is there laughing it up with someone he hasn’t seen in a while. You only feel that way because you aren’t Emmit Till though.

There is this patriotic ideals behind loving these dumb moron cops. It could come from wearing it like a badge of honor that you are not considered a criminal to them. That is an optimistic outlook though when the real answer is more than likely just racism.

How else could a man just grab an ice cream and pretend it was free to him. Think of the other things this person must be able to do with his god complex given to him because of a badge. How any stupid fucking bully is able to go to school for six minutes, promise to beat up and harass black people and other people of color to keep a billion dollar free labor industrial prison system going, can just put on a ugly light blue button up shirt and some shinny badges that mean nothing and now they think they can do anything they want.

Some stupid asshole was just farting up his police car by himself and laughing is bored enough to harass a black women with a tail light out. When she is tired and sick of his obvious bullshit that she has been aware of her entire life, he is too dumb to realize that his wife is mad because he forgot to flush his turd down the toilet. Then when he doesn’t like her response he can arrest her. What scares me about police videos is how powerless it looks. There is no arguing with these gooey cupcake batter mother fuckers. They do whatever they want. They walk in order ice cream and walk out without paying for it.

This becomes even more terrifying when you see they are killing people on the streets. They are killing children on the streets. They are tear gassing protestors. Shooting rubber bullets at journalists. That same cop who stole ice cream, is fine using his badge and light blue shirt to walk out with free ice cream, breaking the own rules set by capitalism he was set to enforce. Obviously he has on reason for breaking other rules set up by capitalism. He has no rules he will do whatever he wants. Kill, beat and humiliate anyone he wants. Take whatever he wants and walk out a free man, ice cream in hand, hot fudge on his chin.

#ice cream #acab #cops #fuck cops #ice cream essays

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pandawritesmanythings · 5 years ago

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Halfrid // Part 1

Platonic!Loki x Teen!Reader

Summary: Your life has always been dictated by the fact that you are smarter than most adults. This has made you antagonize many of them, it isn’t your fault that you are just citing facts! However, when the god of mischief becomes your friend, are there enough facts you can cite to prove his innocence?

Warnings: None, I believe. Child messiness and annoying blonde. Not remembering what the original avengers movie said cause I haven’t watched it in ages…

A/N: This is my first time writing a multichapter fic, especially for the god of mischief. Any feedback is welcomed and if you like it I hope you stick around! Thanks for reading!

There was a rumbling in the roof above your head. The pit on your stomach grew by the minute. You had to get out of here, you couldn’t leave him nor the others alone.

Once more, you tried to pull on the cuffs that were tying you to the table, but to no avail. A voice spoke behind you.

“By now you may have noticed that it’s useless to try an resist, right?” The tall brooding man with an eye patch stood before you.

“Well, I guess I’ll just have to try harder.” You retorted.

The man chuckled at your comment and pulled a chair to sit in front of you. You had been through this process before, but you had never been interrogated by the famous old director of SHIELD himself. Not even when SHIELD was still a thing.

“(Y/F/N), right?” You nodded at the sound of your full name.

“Alright. Look, I have to say that there is not much helping your case currently. You are still underage, so you won’t be sent to jail for this. However, we need to know, and please be honest, as to why you decided to aid a supervillain to hide on the planet he tried to conquer.” He claimed.

You knew about the fall of SHIELD, the fact that HYDRA had been pulling the strings was concerning. But you knew you could trust this man. You had looked up to him for many years and knew this was the only man who would stand by the truth and try to understand your motives.

Not even your parents had tried to understand.

You looked at him meaningfully, trying to tell him with your eyes the burden that now you carried, the one you never thought you would carry. But that you decided to lay upon yourself anyway.

You knew that you couldn’t reveal the whole truth, he trusted you to keep his emotional side hidden. But you wanted to make sure that when this was over, both of you could finally go to the freaking county fair without fearing the FBI and the CIA kicking and arresting your butts.

“Okay…” You sighed defeated. “I’m going to tell you the truth. But you have to promise me. When this is all done, that you will clear my friend’s name.”

“I’ll do my best-”

“No. You have to promise me.” Your voice was unwavering. Fury had seen this fire in many places, he knew from the moment he saw it that you were not going to lie to him.

“A'right, I promise.”

Your breath shakes, you really hoped that his word was enough, you had scanned the room for hours, you were sure that there were no cameras. You had to tell the story from the beginning.

“I met Loki Friggason-”

“Isn’t he Odinson?”

“No. Don’t interrupt me.” You deadpanned him. “Anyway. I met him when I was 9 years old. I don’t remember much, but our meeting was, unusual…”

NEW YORK 2012

Your dad led you by the hand as you got out of the quinjet. You both passed by guards and got to the main deck, all the way your dad kept giving you instructions about how you should behave today.

“Now, sweetie. Stay by the deck okay? I don’t want you out of my sight.”

You only nodded, entranced by the flurry of activity that was happening all around you.

You were flying up in the air, and yet it looked just like your mommy’s office whenever she took you to work, filled to the brim with activity.

“Frank!” You heard someone call the name of your father. “You are 20 minutes late." A tall woman with her hair in an updo stood in front of him.

"Sorry, Miss Hill. I had to make sure this little demon got past security.” He pointed at you and you hugged your doll closer to your chest.

Despite your mischievousness, you were actually very shy when meeting new people, especially when she had an air of command to her. It intimated you, but at the same time, you immediately admired her. She seemed kind and honest even if she carried herself with dignity, poise, and power.

“Ah, I see a new agent has arrived at the base.” She lowered herself to your height. “Welcome, I’m agent Hill. Feel free to report yourself to me.”

You smiled shyly but nodded nonetheless.

“Good.” She stood up and called another woman over. “Agent Miranda, please take Agent (L/N) junior to the briefing room. I need to have a word with her dad.”

The blonde woman nodded and made a motion for you to follow her. When you were out of sight Maria turned to your dad and glared at him. “Seriously (L/N)? Of all days? You decided to bring your daughter to work the day we have a murderous villain locked up in the helicarrier?”

Your legs hang from the chair you were sitting on. You murmured something under your breath as you imagined your dolly in whatever situation your mind could come up with. The blonde lady, whose name you had already forgotten was busy with her phone, her brow furrowed, so you decided to ignore her.

After what seemed a long amount of time your dad walked in the room.

“Ah, finally.” The blonde sighed exasperated trying to exit the room before Agent Hill stopped her. She seemed to be feeling about you the same way you felt about her. Annoyed.

“No, wait here Miranda.”

Your dad kneeled in front of you, his eyes looked worried so you did what you used to do when you saw your parents worried. You pressed your palms and squeezed his cheeks and looked at him very seriously.

“Dad, smile.” You demanded. He gave you a small broken smile, but it was a smile so it was enough for you. “Okay, what happened?"

"Cupcake, I need to tell you something, because I need you safe. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“A very bad person stole something a few days ago that could hurt a lot of people. His name is Loki, and he is in here on a cell. He is very dangerous, I have to work, so I won’t be able to watch over you all day. Please stay near agent Miranda.” He pointed towards the bored-looking agent. “I don’t want you to get hurt, okay?”

You looked at your dad processing the information and quickly nodded with a smile. “Okay, daddy.”

He huffed in relief. “Okay. Good.” He stood up and clasped his hands. “Agent Hill, point me towards my assignment.”

“Okay (L/N). Follow me.” She signaled as she exited the room giving the blonde agent whispered instructions that you guessed were about you.

“I love you cupcake.” Your dad whispered to you pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“I love you too, dad.” You whispered back to him.

Your dad and Hill left the room leaving you with annoying blondie in the briefing room. She looked at you, and without trying to hide it, she noticeably rolled her eyes at you.

I’m sorry, does she think I’m boring? You though. Oh, it’s about to be showtime here. You smiled, a plan forming in your head.

You looked around for ways to bother her. And the first thing that you noticed was the big and weird looking scepter with a glowing thing in the end. Then you saw all the screens around you and an idea popped in your mind.

When you knew that blondie was solely focused on her phone you got up, walked around the room looking as innocent as you possibly could and hid your doll in a trash bin under one of the desks. You quietly returned to your seat and started looking around feigning anxiousness.

“My doll… Where’s my dolly?” You looked under your chair, your head hanging upside down and your legs up in the air. “Miss! I think I lost my dolly!”

“What?” She seemed like she was about to snap.

“I can’t find my doll! You have to help me find her!” You pleaded with your eyes.

“Uhg! You just had it, and you never left the room! Jesus! It must be somewhere around here!” She exasperatingly started to look around and you started the next phase of your plan.

You faked looking for your doll and then came across a screen that had some colorful looking stones in it. You smiled and started touching the screen.

“Hey! What does this do?” You slid your finger across it and the images reflected in the air. Oh, this was so much better than you had expected. You waved your hands and at your command, they seemed to float all across the room.

Blondie looked mortified as you opened up the holographic keyboard and started typing something. She waved her hands around to turn off the holograms. But as quickly as you typed you opened more windows with your hands.

“Stop that you brat!” She screeched, and that only made your determination grow. What could you say? You were having a lot of fun.

You rushed around the room as she tried to look at what you had been posting in the system. She worked on erasing your childish messages from the main platform and finish closing all the windows. Her mind was so preoccupied that she didn’t notice when you took the scepter.

“Miss, what is this for?”

Blondie felt a chill go up to her spine as she froze where she stood and turned around to look at you.

You were standing on top of the work table with scattered tools near your feet, and on your hands, the shiny thing becoming more bright as you held the scepter.

“Let that go!” She spat at you, seething of venom and red in the face. She tried to step closer to you but you playfully pointed it to her. “You entitled brat! You are going to hurt me! You are going to hurt yourself! And your dad is going to lose his job! I’ll make sure of it-!”

“What’s going on here?” A confused looking guy entered the room. His voice was low and raspy but managed to capture both of your and blondies attention.

“S-she…” Blondie stuttered. “She won’t let go of the scepter!”

The guy took off his glasses and took a good look at you. He was wearing a purple shirt and the curls on his hair were messy, but in a way, he looked nice. Like a dad. So you smiled at him.

“Ah. I see what it is.” He approached you, who was still standing on the work table, mind you. “Hey there, my name is Bruce. What is your name?” He started picking up some of the scattered tools and discarding some and putting others in a box.

“(Y/N).” You smiled and sat at the edge of the table. “What are you doing here Mister Bruce?”

“Well, I was supposed to investigate how that thing you are holding does. I’m kind of like a doctor.”

Your eyes widened. “But if you are a doctor, shouldn’t you be at a hospital?”

“Well, that’s the thing. Doctors not only heal people But also research. I do research, I like to understand why the world around us works as it does. Why do things happen? That’s what I want to know.” He explained.

“So… You want to know how this thing works?” You pointed at the scepter.

“Yes, but since you’re having so much fun with it, I guess I’ll have to do it another day.” He pushed off from the table to turn around and leave. But you stopped him pulling on his sleeve.

“Wait!”

“Yeah?”

You shyly looked at the scepter and then back at him. “I want to know how this thing works too.”

He smiled at your curiosity. “Well, it is very dangerous for a little girl like you to try and figure it out by herself. But let’s make a deal.”

You straightened up, you were a master at deals.

“Give me the scepter so I can do research on it, and when I’m done I’ll teach you all I know about it, okay?”

You thought for a moment. Making it look like you were playing hard to get, but finally nodded enthusiastically.

“Okay! Deal.” You stretched your hand and shook his much bigger one.

You finally passed the scepter to him and hopped off the work table. You finally noticed Blondie again who was looking between you and the doctor with her jaw on the floor.

“You are gonna start drooling, miss.” You sassed her. You heard Bruce hold in a chuckle and Blondie snapped her jaw shut.

“You, are not funny.” She stated as she walked to the door mumbling something about hating children.

Since she wasn’t looking you walked to the bin where you had hidden your doll and hugged her close to you. The bin was empty of trash if you were wondering.

“Let’s leave Doctor Banner to work. Come one, don’t slack.” She commanded and even though you didn’t really feel like listening to her, you decided to follow her just because your dad had asked you to do it.

She walked through halls on her high heels at a fast pace and you ran behind her in your little red converse shoes. People looked at her and then at you, some giving her weird glances because a little girl with striped leggings and a blue tutu was following an agent like a clingy and annoying chihuahua.

“Where are we going? Hey, blondie! Where are you taking me?” Questions like these played in Agent Miranda’s head for about two minutes, but she felt like she was about to implode from the sheer annoyingness that you brought with yourself.

You finally reached a conference room that was empty and she pointed at one of the cushioned chairs. You reluctantly sat down, rolling your eyes as you did it. You tried to distract yourself by playing with your doll but soon you got bored and considered just flipping all the chairs of the boring looking room just to entertain yourself.

Suddenly you heard blondie sigh with relief and your turn your head to look at her. A man you didn’t know had arrived at the scene and was talking in hushed whispers with her. Suddenly, to your horror, he started kissing her!

“Hey! Not here, I have to look after the brat!” She said in between kisses, you just looked away so your innocent mind wasn’t exposed to the insanity of two people who weren’t your parents kissing.

“The brat can look after herself.” He said slowly pulling her into another conference room.

Your jaw dropped and it slowly turned into a grin. A golden opportunity was opened right before your eyes.

Well, dad, I did stay near blondie. You thought of an excuse. But she got distracted and left me all on my own.

Oh, how fun was this going to be. No supervision. No rules. And you were about to explore THE WHOLE helicarrier.

You poked your head out of the boring looking conference room and made sure that no one would get on your way. As soon as the halls were empty you dashed down the hall.

You held onto your doll as you ran through the whole floor. But since it was all boring looking rooms you decided to go down a staircase that seemed to lead to a place with a bunch of pipes.

Slowly, but surely you walked around the whole second floor where you saw people stacking weaponry and technology. You even snatched some spare parts that you put onto the little backpack that was strapped on your back.

You came across more stairs that took you to an even lower level. But this one seemed different, there wasn’t as much light down here and it didn’t seem like a lot of people were going through that area, so you figured it would be the best place to hide until your dad finally found you.

He would be super worried, but in the end, you would have a cool chat about all the things you saw and learned. And probably swear that you would never tell mom about your little adventure.

You found yourself limited by a door that opened with a security card. So knowing there was really nowhere to go from here, you sat by the door to wait until someone found you. Honestly, this much adventure and running around left you a bit tired so you slowly closed your eyes and fell victim to sleep.

Steps woke you up a bit later.

Do you know that feeling? That isn’t always necessarily rational, but that you have in your gut?

Well, right now it had you wide awake and was telling you to hide. You scrambled behind the stairs in a little open space that is provided between the back of the steps and the walls.

The footsteps approached and a tall brooding figure with a black trenchcoat took a card between his fingers and swiped it against the scanner opening the door.

He walked in and you decided to follow the man quietly.

You stood right behind him and as he started talking to someone else in the room you got under the railing and climbed down a bit so when he left the room he wouldn’t notice you. You held on strongly to the yellow railing to not lose your balance and you wrapped your legs around whatever you could find.

Near the center of the room the floor suddenly opened to let air gush in and whip your hair around your face. It closed almost immediately but it left a pit in your stomach and you made sure once again that you were holding on tightly.

There was only white noise in your mind as the tall dark-skinned man finished talking to whoever was in the room. From your perspective, you couldn’t see the other man. But you didn’t care much, you just wanted to make sure you were not about to get caught.

Just when your ears caught the sound of the door opening and closing once more you felt secure to come out.

You grunted as you lifted yourself up from the railings under the hallway. Landing with a thud on the cold metal floor. After making sure that your doll was still in your grasp you got up on your feet and looked around.

The only thing in the room was a gigantic glass sealed room in the very center, which was connected by the hallways with railings all around it. You couldn’t see anything inside, so you approached it and pressed your face against the glass, your hands working as “binoculars” to enhance your vision.

Out of nowhere, someone very tall stood in front of you. You moved away from the glass, startled.

“My, my, my…” The man grinned. “What do we have here?” He leaned in closer to the glass, hands clasped behind his back. "You have wandered off too far child.“

There was a small tightness in your chest. This man irradiated evil from him. Anxiety was swelling inside of you. However, trying to put on a brave face you smiled shyly at him hugging your doll closer to you.

"Maybe I did. But I would rather prefer if my dad didn’t find out.”

“Ah. I see you are a rowdy one. Aren’t you?” His smirk only seemed to widen.

“At least I’m not rowdy enough to get locked up behind glass.” You smiled triumphantly, bouncing on the balls of your feet.

It took Loki a second to catch that. He straightened up and the smirk returned to his face. “And quite clever too.”

That made you beam at him. Very few people had ever called you clever. Your parents loved you, obviously. But strangers often used meaner words towards you. Annoying, immature, brat, and other words that your parents didn’t allow you to say at all.

It was refreshing for a stranger to compliment you. Which is why, despite your first instinct, you suddenly felt more at ease with this guy. There is no way that someone who gave you such a nice compliment could be evil, right?

“So, why are you in there? Are you like, sick or something?”

“Why would you come to that conclusion?” The tall raven-haired man asked you.

“Well, despite the fact that you scared me at first. You said something really nice to me. So I don’t think you are the bad guy my dad told me about.” He seemed surprised at your analysis, considering you were merely a child. “And you look really pale. Do you not like to play outside? Mom says staying inside all day is bad for your brain.”

Loki had to do a double-take. Did this kid just tell him he looked sick? He snickered and tried to hide the fact that he found your blunt remark quite funny. But you heard him. Loud and clear.

“Well, Fury promised for a magazine. But I find you much more entertaining.”

To Be Continued…

#loki #loki layfeyson x reader #loki laufeyson #loki x reader #loki odinson #loki friggason

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dyde21 · 5 years ago

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Please please please percabeth marching band AU from the prompt list

Boy oh boy, this reminds me of the mechnic!AU prompt I got for Arkos that turned into my longest fanfic and still most successful one Arc’s Metalworks. Hearing about this prompt for some reason murdered me with inspiration. This is just a short one-shot but I’m super tempted to make this into a longer piece as well...

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Hip checking the the band room door to open it, Percy yawned as he held open the door, letting Leo and Jason enter. The band chairs had all been pushed away, forming a big circle to let their friends sit together. Looking around, Percy pouted slightly when he couldn’t see a certain blonde he was particularly attached to.

“McDonalds, again?” A voice cut in behind him suddenly, making him jump about a foot in the air as he spun around, trying not to spill his coke.

“I didn’t have lunch made today! So I needed something! It was Leo’s idea! It was close by.” Percy took the shotgun approach to excuses, hoping if he said enough of them that one would stick, or his girlfriend wouldn’t care enough to rebuttal all of them.

“You’re almost an adult. You can make your own food. 2, Leo always wants junk food. That doesn’t mean you need to indulge him. 3, It’s always close by. So is the grocery store that has fresh options.”

She shot him down, making his shoulders droop.

“I wanted fries.” He confessed to the blonde with gray eyes that was in the process of staring him down intently.

Smiling, satisfied with his honesty, she just patted him on the cheek. “Was that so hard? Tomorrow you’re eating something healthy, or else.” She threatened him.

The sigh of defeat that left Percy’s mouth was apparently enough of a confirmation for her.

Kissing his cheek in a peace offering, she leaned down to take a sip of his coke before moving past him to the circle with everyone else.

Frank and Hazel were already tucked away to a side, Hazel offering Frank one of the cupcakes she had made the night before, before sliding the large bin towards the center for people to take one as they pleased.

Leo was already cracking open his energy drink as he fished out a burger from his bag.

Jason took a seat next to Piper, giving her an apologetic look as she scrunched up her nose at the meat he was eating. For as much meat as Jason ate, Percy was still surprised he managed to date a vegetarian.

Reyna was next to Hazel, taking a bite of a homemade sandwich as she flicked through a few pages of sheet music, keeping time with one hand as he memorized the score.

A soft piano song wafted through the room, and Percy didn’t even need to look up to know what was happening.

Still, glancing over he saw exactly what he expected. Tyler was tucked away in the corner on the baby grand, playing what sounded like a piano version of a song from Hamilton that Annabeth had been singing recently.

“I have never been the type to try and grab the spotlight.

We were at a revel with some rebels on a hot night”

Ashe’s voice started singing in a voice that really made Percy wonder why she wasn’t in choir. Annabeth took her seat next to him, humming happily along.

Ashe swayed in place slightly next to Tyler on the bench as she sang.

“Laughin’ at my sister as she’s dazzling the room” She sang as she looked over at her boyfriend next to her.

“Then you walked in and my heart went”

*Boom*

The piano stumbled a bit at the sudden loud noise as they looked over to see Leo grinning, having hit the concert bass drum in time with the song.

Most of the group started laughing as Tyler managed to recover his piano playing, but Ashe was far too amused to sing properly anymore.

Leo rejoined them, going back to his food as he looked proud of himself.

“Don’t use percussion equipment if you aren’t in the section for a joke.” Reyna warned half-heartedly, her own smile betraying how amused she been at seeing Ashe jump at the noise.

“Yeah, yeah.” Leo offered, not really affected considering it wasn’t the first time he had heard that warning, and he severely doubted it would be the last time. He earned a bit of good will with the band and drum majors considering he was the resident expert on fixing any problems with the instruments.

The song wound down eventually. Precy noticed Ashe leaned over and kissed Tyler’s cheek and looked away, seeing Annabeth smiling as she dipped an apple slice in peanut butter and his gaze lingered on her lips, the little gob of peanut butter stuck on her lip he kinda wanted to kiss off.

“Stop flirting at the piano and make sure you eat properly. We’re marching outside today, it’s hot, and I don’t want to hear you complaining cause you’re hungry.”

Annabeth called out suddenly, making the pair at the piano flinch before they stood up after a moment and made their way over.

Tyler took a seat as Ashe went to her locker, emerging with two containers of food that she heated up in the microwave. Not long she sat next to Tyler, handing him one and laughing as he let out a dramatic sigh of appreciation and started digging in.

“How come you never cook for me?” Percy teased, nudging Annabeth to get her attention.

“Cause I don’t believe in spoiling my boyfriend like Ashe does. I prefer to let you learn for yourself.”

She offered, smirking at the girl across the circle.

Ashe narrowed her eyes. “I’m not spoiling him, he’s a terrible cook and I’m trying to get him to eat healthy. Something your boyfriend could stand to do.” She said, motioning at the array of fast food spread out in front of Percy.

“Why am I being thrown under the bus here.” Tyler complained half-heartedly.

“Cause you get amazing food hand-delivered to you every day by your girlfriend and we’re jealous.” Piper chimed in.

“Frank gets sweets though!” Leo chimed in, earning an approving nod from Tyler.

“I would eat healthy if Annabeth cooked for me.” Percy offered, before glancing at his girlfriend and pausing. “Maybe…”

Annabeth gave him a dangerous glare. “I’m not that bad of a cook.”

“Most of the time, no. Sometimes…”

Ashe snickered as Annabeth flipped her off.

“It’s okay to be bad at cooking Annabeth…” Tyler offered trying to reassure her.

“Shut up and eat your girlfriend’s food.”

Tyler just grunted, pouting as he dug into his food.

“Don’t tell my boyfriend to shut up because you’re jealous.” Ashe countered, raising an eyebrow.

“I’m not jealous. I just haven’t really tried to learn to cook anything complex really before.” Annabeth defended herself.

Tyler put down his drink. “I’ve tried cooking lunch for Ashe before! A few times. It just doesn’t really go well…” His voice trailed off.

The group got quiet for a moment as they remembered the last time when Ashe went home because she had actually gotten a mild case of food poisoning when she was determined to finish the food he made even after it was clear it wasn’t done right.

Ashe leaned over and kissed her boyfriend's cheek, rubbing his arm. “You’re really sweet for trying. Besides, you know I love cooking. I’ll count on you for studying instead, deal?”

“Deal.” He offered as they grinned at each other with a look that made Percy roll his eyes at how sweet they were.

Ashe turned to Annabeth, her expression softer. “For real though, if you ever do want help cooking, I’d be happy to help you.” Her expression one of peace rather than teasing. It wasn’t a secret Ashe was pursuing cooking for a career so no one really tried to compare themselves to her.

Annabeth glanced at her for a moment longer before nodding and smiling. “That would actually be cool. I can show you some tricks I use for my notes too.”

Ashe grinned and nodded.

Percy nudged Annabeth’s arm before motioning with his head subtly towards Tyler who was still looking a little off-put. He could see a wave of guilt was over Annabeth’s features. It was no secret that the social butterfly Ashe’s boyfriend was more socially awkward than most.

“Did you ever get the hang of that piano riff in Mirror, Mirror Tyler?” Annabeth asked, a slight apologetic tone in her voice.

Tyler regarded her for a moment, before he offered her a reassuring smile that there were no hard feelings. “Mostly, kinda, yeah. I’m still like 40 BPM short of it the full speed but it’s definitely less clunky. My hands were starting to hurt yesterday though so I had to stop.”

Annabeth grinned at him. “Don’t hurt yourself practicing, but that’s pretty incredible. Make sure you let me hear it when you have it down. Ever since you got me hooked on RWBY that song keeps coming up in my music.”

Ashe was beaming now that people were no longer bickering and soon the rest of their lunch period had passed as they all scrambled to put the room back together, having not realized how late it had gotten.

Hours later when they were all returning from the marching practice. “It’s so hot out.” Percy muttered as he slipped his snare drum off and collapsed across a few band chairs. “Why do guys have to keep their shirts on?” He moaned, tugging at his to air it out from the heat.

“Cause if girls have to suck it up, so do you.” Reyna offered, taking a swig from her water bottle.

“Then let girls take them off too.” Leo added, earning a swat on the back of the head from Piper.

“Shut up Leo.” She said, before tousling his hair affectionately as she walked past.

“I’m starving.” Tyler complained as he set down his quads. “Quads are too heavy.”

“Told you to eat more earlier.” Annabeth scolded.

“Move, you’re on my folder.” Ashe complained, nudging her boyfriend half-heartedly who didn’t budge.

“It’s too hot.” Tyler moaned.

“You’re too hot.” She countered.

Making the boy pause, giving her a curious look before he sat up enough for Ashe to grab her folder.

A minute later and everyone was practically melted into a puddle in various places around the bandroom when Chiron finally walked in.

“It was a hot day today. Make sure you drink plenty of water, not just now, but as these weeks pass to stay on top of it.”

Everyone groaned some sort of affirmation.

“Besides, we want you all ready for our competition in a month!”

There was a pause before a wave of cheers erupted as life suddenly rushed back into everyone at the reminder.

Annabeth and Percy shared a glance as they grinned. They were going to knock it out of the park this time.

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I hope you enjoyed it! I had a LOT of fun writing this. I still am super tempted to turn this into a full fledged multi chapter AU. If there is any interest in continuing this let me know. My time is just so split already.

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Younger post-ep ramble 6x05

If I wasn’t already excited about this episode, discovering that ‘Stiff Competition’ was written by Joe Murphy certainly would have got me there. Maybe it’s because he is a fellow Australian or maybe it’s because in every interview I’ve heard I find him utterly delightful and intelligent or maybe it’s because he is a damn great writer, but one thing is certain after this week’s episode of Younger: J. Murphy, I Stan (there was a time I might have been embarrassed about gushing so unabashedly but now I write weekly essays about fake people so I figure the shame level is zero at this point). This ep had the combination of playfulness, funny, flirty and drama that hooked me into this show in the first place and I feel like we got further insight into a number of characters, broadening our understanding of them and where they’re at. Plus kudos must be given for managing to use the title “Stiff Competition” and make the feature book “The Third Leg” in the same ep (one might even call it a riDICKulous feat…and no I’m not even a bit sorry).

A couple of weeks back I wrote about the Liza and Charles dynamic and how it really thrives on the build and resolution of tension. Up until last season it was the sexual tension and now that’s resolved there needed to be something to keep the fuel on the fire, so to speak. Cue the opening scene of this ep, with the competitive fuel well and truly lit and honestly, this whole scene just rocks my world. We had the drama building the past few eps with Charles being secretive and while that would’ve resulted in the destruction of the relationship had it been left unresolved, it has been used to transition into this next type of competitive cat-and-mouse style tension that the characters are embracing (at the start anyway) and using to their benefit and, let’s be honest, we all benefit because it. is. HOT.

Walking into the National Arts Club party very quickly establishes Charles as well versed at such an event and I am so into the immediate retort from Liza that feisty isn’t the ‘f’ word she would choose to describe Charles setting up Mercury. That does of course come after Charles introduces her to Michael Cunningham as his girlfriend which is just so bizarre to hear but also YES. Their banter, the competiveness in the art of the schmooze, bringing her A game; the whole thing set them on such equal footing and seeing them as ass-slapping sparring partners was something I never knew I needed and could have watched an entire episode of with its feature film feel (Kickstarter for a spin-off series of nerdy espionage-style escapades but about books and authors and literary events…and maybe the odd murder to keep it interesting).

While Liza was certainly showing that she can work a room, Charles’ reputation and professionalism was on fine display as authors greeted him warmly and Liza’s introduction of him to Meg Wolitzer as her boyfriend (seriously I’m living for these gf/bf drops) just got more and more awks as Meg and Charles clearly knew each other, Liza snatched his business card from his hand and then asked the photographer to identify him as her ‘guest’ in the pic (loved Sutton’s delivery of this and extra loved Meg’s ‘just pretend you’re talking to me’ to the rando so she could get away from the slightly unhinged antics of the editor she just met). Yet Charles is loving every minute of it and I so appreciate that now the whole Mercury situation is no longer a secret Charles is talking openly about it with Liza, evidenced by his telling her he received a message from Zane (about Mercury being highbrow/brilliant nonetheless).

Where there is highbrow there must be lowbrow (old tv proverb) and unfortunately for Kelsey, the head without a neck aka ‘a floating tragedy’, she has taken prime position in that quadrant of New York Mag’s approval matrix (can we take a moment to appreciate Liza’s ‘well it is a good picture of him’ remark re: Charles? Way to make your friend feel better but also lol and accurate). While I sympathise with how stressful it must be to lose authors, this ep once again highlights that our pal Kels is in quite the spiral. Luckily Liza has managed to pull in Chip and Joanna Gaines, I mean Hayley and Cameron Butler, who are promoting their cringe-worthy new book, ‘The Third Leg’, off the back of their New York Flip success. I heart the way this show parodies real people so hard.

I have said it week after week, but Diana has been such a scene stealer this season (Diana Trout proudly pointing out Shiplap, I don’t know why but this just made me grin). The writers keep bringing it with the lines and Miriam Shor’s delivery somehow magically seems to get funnier and funnier and her heart eyed gaze as she recounts her and Enzo’s third leg(s) (like a centipede…but also nothing like a centipede, speaking of A+ lines and delivery) was no exception. The whole pitch meeting was a bit of a train wreck, with Kelsey’s bitterness about the hot or not list spilling in, Liza’s attempt at diverting resulting in Diana railroading the entire thing and Liza wondering if she and Charles are in fact lacking the third leg (Empiriconda notwithstanding) that two home reno celebs have deemed a necessary factor in a successful r/ship (though theirs hardly seems the picture of happiness unless #relationshipgoals is taking jabs at each other through strained grins).

One relationship I am digging on every level is Josh and Lauren’s and this week’s ep gave us a mighty fine dose. Of course Lauren set up a GemmaLoves Insta and I’m 100% willing to overlook the slight ickiness of her pushing a SM account for the baby without asking Josh because it’s Lauren and she is sublime and also without it we would not have had THE film-worthy (minus the butt plugs) montage. I freaking adore that Lauren is so unapologetic about promoting stuff and getting freebies and Josh’s stance on not letting his daughter be a pusher for consumerism lasts approx. 25 seconds as Lauren points out all of Gemma’s favourite things that she will happily take back (Josh’s ‘but she loves it’ was just too good). Lauren’s declaration that both Josh and Gemma are gonna get free swag ‘and ya both gonna love it’ (the Eleanor Shellstrop vibe is strong and I approve) leads us into the shopping montage that made me want to dance around my lounge room and could sit comfortably in any rom-com from the late 90’s/early 2000’s. From ‘Baby Love’ to Josh and Lauren feeding each other cupcakes to that glorious moment of Josh parading back and forth on the pavement like a chorus boy, I bow down to Younger pulling rabbits like this out of the creative hat six seasons in, it was just such damn fun.

You know what else I adore? That throughout the series we have seen so many different aspects of Diana’s character and we just keep seeing more and more layers peeled back through her relationship with Enzo. I am so enjoying the side of her we see being open about her feelings for him when she’s around others, then the way she is with him; proud of their relationship then honest about her disappointment that they have to cancel dinner, rather than shutting down and pretending she doesn’t care. Enzo offering to buy Diana any necklace she chooses made my cold dead heart swell with the sincerity and sweetness of it all, but Diana revealing that she does not choose her necklaces, they choose her = the revelation I didn’t know I’ve been waiting six seasons to hear. Not to be dramatic but it felt like coming home.

Side note: I’m finding the parallels between the Diana/Enzo and Liza/Charles relationships really interesting. I don’t know whether it’s deliberate or not but these two couples navigating relationships in their 40’s, trying to strike a balance between career ambition and their personal relationships, I am beyond desperate for Diana to know about Liza’s age and for these two to talk about it all tbh.

Speaking of balancing career and relationship, can we please talk about the dinner date because sweet lawd, my heart was already full from the Diana/Enzo goodness, but then along came Liza and Charles with this whole out together with the authors situation and quite frankly, I’m surprised I survived. Bringing together the book and the earlier meeting was just so well done and the moment Hayley dropped the ‘and you’ and we discover that Charles had indeed gushed about Liza and their shared love of books as their third leg (still sounds weird and gross but totally worth it for the sentiment and post-dinner tie in), I too was staring at my screen the way Liza looked at Charles, but I was also a little bit deceased because I am romantic trash and him casually rubbing her back almost did me in.

I feel like each ep is adding another dimension to Charles this season and seeing him relaxed and candid outside the restaurant was certainly another insight into this character. The entire interaction between him and Liza was effortless and I love that it went from Liza ribbing him about using their relationship to secure the book to Charles being so frank about where it’s all at and how he’s feeling (and does anyone else hope a little bit that Charles does end up needing that room in Liza’s bed coz I am very on board with the idea of C. Brooks living in that loft for a while for many reasons). Bring on lusty Charles and I kid you not I let out a little scream of delight at Liza noting his excitement and then heading straight for the cab (yes Charles, she is just going to leave you like this). Thank you Joe Murphy for the ep and the book title combo so Liza could remind Charles competition is stiff out there while glancing at his crotch and telling him to take care of the third leg himself, you truly are doing God’s work. And I’m just all ‘round loving seeing these two adults in a relationship being flirty and lustful and open with one another.

I have to put it out there that Liza’s hustle game is so damn strong this whole ep and as she is questioned by Kelsey and Diana about how Charles is getting all these authors, I a) am very glad she does not blab, b) find it interesting that Kelsey assumes that Liza mustn’t know if she hasn’t told her and c) wonder why Liza is the only one who seems to understand that other publishing houses will be vying for books and that Millennial will lose some fair and square. But Liza once again has another potential author lined up in the musical prodigy turned conductor Gloria Rivera, but this is Younger, we’ve had lots of fun, flirty and funny, so it must be time for the drah-mah.

The moment Liza ran into Charles at the concert I think we all knew the competition might have just about run its course, and I had legit second-hand embarrassment as Liza so confidently gloated she had been in touch with Gloria ‘for months’ in response to Charles’ knowing her ‘quite well’, though Charles clearly wanted to explain further as he said he wanted to talk after the show before the lights go down and Liza needs to get to her seat. Insert appropriate amount of unimpressed for both Kelsey and Diana and it all goes south pretty quickly once Diana discovers that Gloria was the recipient of the Brooks family Arts Scholarship so knowing Charles ‘pretty well’ is a bit of an understatement.

Now I get that it must feel like a series of blows and I also get that we need a way for Kelsey and Diana to be at the axe throwing bar so that whole scene can play out, but for them to both bail on Liza and not even try to convince Gloria to sign with Millennial, I mean, you’re not going to get any authors with that attitude ladies. At this point Liza should just bail and start her own damn company, give it a great name starting with ‘M’, maybe Majesty? Mendacity? Or Mitosis and she can just expand quickly and open identical offices all over the place? Either way, Liza had no time for Charles’ girlfriend game post-show (and it is clear here that to Charles it is still just a game and he hasn’t quite clocked that to Liza this is her career being compromised).

While I think Diana and Kelsey leaving Liza to make a last ditch pitch to Gloria solo was a low blow, seeing them together, rage throwing axes while drunk (I both love and am terrified of the idea of people drinking and axe throwing in one place FYI) was pretty damn great. These two are always so messy together and Diana taking off her earrings and prepping only to have such a terrible axe throw was only surpassed by her saying that she tells people Enzo is a surgeon which is why he’s on call and Kelsey offering up that they both wear gloves. LOL. And Diana Trout peeing beside a dumpster is one thing I never thought I’d see on this show, yet here we are and her ‘I don’t know her’ and running away from the cop when Kelsey produces the axe was ridiculous and excellent and a great excuse for some chin-skin holding mugshots.

My one gripe at the mo is the ongoing distrust Kelsey has of Liza, first at the axe bar asking Diana if she thinks Liza is helping Charles land these authors and then when Liza turns up after Enzo has bailed them (can we just pause a moment to appreciate the ongoing mafia jokes since their first date and also Enzo calling Diana a jailbird and her smitten reaction. I heart it all). Seriously, this is just yawn at this point and while I get that Kelsey is scared (and thank you Liza for pointing out that she’s not the only one) surely Liza is over having to prove time and time again how loyal she is only to have Kelsey continue to question it? I know I am. Again, Liza – ‘Mitosis’. Think about it.

Our Maggie moment this ep is of course just prior to the déjà vu of Liza and Josh chilling on the couch with Gemma, a little throw-back to the cacao-induced dream from last season’s finale. But I gotta say, my heart hurt for Charles when he walked into that awkward af loft situation, because while I have no doubt that Liza is solid in her feelings for Charles, seeing your girlfriend in a super domestic looking moment with her ex has to feel like a kick in the guts. I want to bottle the look Liza gave Josh when he said ‘you two seem good’ because if I could whip that out on demand, it would be mighty useful.

The final moments of this week’s ep certainly heightened the drama all round. I feel like this episode really highlighted the insecurity of both Kelsey and Charles, which puts Liza in the interesting position of having to navigate this with two people she loves but also put her foot down for her own sake at some stage. Liza immediately quashes any concerns Charles may have about being in competition with Josh and uses the baby’s inability to talk ergo. steal authors as a way to broach the ongoing company rivalry. As Charles reveals that Gloria will be signing with Millennial, it is evident it is all still a bit of a game to him (though him saying that all he cares about is that he doesn’t lose her, ugh *heart emoji*) until his true take on it all is revealed, that he sees it all as shared victories rather than rivalry. Eeek, I tell you, I get and appreciate the dick theme of this episode but I struggle with the dick line ‘when you get to the bottom line, it’s still all me’ so much. I had an actual physical reaction to how awful this was and it certainly was not something I imagined this character saying. Yet I do think it also gives credence to the type of man Pauline said she was married to.

It felt insecure, like he was trying to talk himself up in some kind of misguided attempt to sound impressive, but it also was a glimpse of the man whose ambition contributed to the demise of his marriage. Pauline herself said that when they got married she thought they would be a team but right away it was all about Charles and she was there just to be his rock (S5E3). The difference now of course is that unlike Pauline, Liza has called him out on it and in the final second, the expression on Charles’ face (it’s gutted for those playing at home) is hopefully one of realisation that he is repeating behaviours of the past and that moving forward, we see that realisation play out and this character develop.

I have no idea how the rest of this season is going to play out but you know what all this drama and intrigue pave the way for? Growth. Liza’s growth as she becomes more sure of herself and her right to decide and demand what she wants and deserves, who she wants, what she will and won’t stand for, Charles to learn from past mistakes and work to redeem those and think about the kind of man and partner he wants to be, no character’s growth has been as glorious to see unfold up until now as Diana’s and I’m sure this will continue and Kelsey...well I’m sure hers will come. We’re almost halfway people and season six is proving to be quite the ride.

#youngertv #younger tv #ramble #review #6x02 #liza miller #charles brooks #kelsey peters #diana trout #liza x charles #diana x enzo #team charles #younger season 6

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