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[ghostlywhiskey]

lawyer!price when the two of you finally start seeing each other. you never knew the man to be stressed or overwhelmed, if anything, you admired how he always seemed to handle everything. except, you’d never admit that out loud, or at least prior to dating him.

but it’s when he asks you to spend the night that you see behind the wall he’s built up. the two of you had been watching tv on the couch when you had fallen asleep, or at least thats what you remember. when your eyes blink a few times as consciousness comes back to you, the dark bedroom cold and empty as you sit up. price is nowhere within reach nor is he in your sight, the alarm clock on the night stand the only soft glow of light.

1:43 AM

slipping out of the bed, you quietly exit the bedroom. looking both ways down the hallway of the apartment, you make note of the lack of sound coming from the general living space. what does grab your attention is the exaggerated typing noises you’ve learned to zone out while at work. heading towards the sound, you stand in front of his office door; fingers knock softly against the wood as you wait for a response to allow you to enter, but when it doesn’t come you push open the slightly cracked door.

price is sat at his desk, eyes glued onto the computer screen in front of him while papers scatter the desk, some even making their way onto the floor.

“john?” your certain he might not even register the sound of your voice. and you’re certain he might not even stop to look at you if he does. but, fingers come to a halt on the keyboard and eyes divert their attention to you. he’s paying attention. he’s giving you his attention.

“what are you doing up?” he asks, he doesn’t sound mad or annoyed, is it concern?

there was still getting used to john price as your boyfriend, not the attorney who barked requests at you. it was like relearning how he operated at work. but now, you actually cared about the tone in his voice and his actions.

“i didn’t realize i feel asleep,” you trail off, taking a few seconds to stare blankly at him before processing your next move. walking over cautiously towards him, you stand next to his chair as you catch a glimpse of the screen. multiple tabs and programs, medical records and contracts opened across the two monitors. his desk scattered with more contracts and deposition transcripts. “but, i think i should be asking you the same question.”

a hand reaches up behind you, grabbing for your waist as he tugs you towards him. your body lets him guide you onto his lap, one arm securing around his neck as your other hand rests on his chest.

“nothing productive happens after ten,” you murmur, fingers toying with the top button of his dress shirt.

fingers graze past your jaw as his palm cups your cheek.

“tell that to the five pages i’ve written for the motion.”

“the motion isn’t due until the end of next week.”

“yeah, but then i have conferences and other motions to worry about,” he mutters. “and then i have oppositions due. oh, and then there’s the two depositions next week.”

and if there was one thing you knew about him, as your boyfriend or not, he was stubborn. your arm around his neck reaches to scratch the back of his head soothingly. you could hear him working himself up about everything he had to do.

“john,” you spoke his name for the second time that night. and before another word could get out, he tugged your face closer to his as his eyes locked on yours. “it’s almost 2am. come to bed.”

you weren’t asking him, even if your voice was still laced with the drowsiness from your slumber, the demanding tone was still present.

“giving me orders now?” he teases, closing the gap between your lips. your hand that previously toyed with his buttons now on his neck while the other held the back of his head. it was a gentle kiss, but the slow movements of his tongue moving against yours building tension in your chest. the lingering taste of a cigar you assumed he smoked recently on the balcony while you were asleep is prominent, but it’s mixed with the taste of toothpaste. he must’ve brushed his teeth after.

“what’s that taste?” your nose scrunches as you pull back from price, the man stood in front of you with his fingers tangled in your hair angles your head to look up at him.

“what?” his voice monotone, confused by your question.

“it tastes like,” your tongue swirls in your mouth and you swallow spit, the taste of tobacco strong. “a cigar?” brows furrowing together trying to determine if you were right.

“mhm,” he hums, tugging you back towards him gently as his lips brush over yours. “i was stressed,” teeth tug at your bottom lip before sucking on it gently and releasing it. “i had one earlier.” now, lips kissing you again before you can comment on him smoking.

hands grasp at his suit jacket, pushing him back gently to break the kiss. “it tastes terrible.”

“come on,” he mumbles, leaning down so his face is to your neck, teeth grazing the skin before he sucks on the skin. your cheeks warm at the realization of his action and quickly pull away from him and head for his closed office door.

“john price!” you hiss quietly, glaring at him. “i’m not leaving your office with a hickey or the taste of cigars in my mouth.” hand reaching for the door handle, you make your way out. he huffs in defeat, body heading to his chair as he sits back down.

despite being close already, your hand at the back of his head pulls him closer to deepen the kiss; body pressed against his as you straddle his lap. he remembered you hated the taste of the cigars, it was such a stupid thing but it made your chest tighten.

chuckling against your lips, his hands reach to securely grab at your ass to support you in his arms. his body rises up from his chair as he sits you down on the edge of the desk, guiding you to lay down. lips never breaking from yours, he reaches for your pants as fingers toy with the string to untie it.

only does he stop when he’s about to tug the pants off, hands pulling his face away from yours.

“john-“ you gasp for air, breathing quickened as you try to catch your breath.

“don’t tell me i need to sleep.” he mumbles, hands still pulling the pants off as you are left on the desk in your panties and shirt. hands grab at your body again to pick you up.

“we’re both not going in tomorrow.” he proceeds to carry you to his bedroom and you can’t help but smile, face nuzzling his neck as you place light kisses.

[codes-and-stuffs]

i learnt how to put videos inside other videos just to share this terrible moment. please observe the Raw Judgement in this clip

[Transcript:]

Tubbo: So, Pac, what's your favorite toe?

Pac: Oh my God I - like I have a horrible feet like my feet like looks - ugh. You know? I don't even like to look at them. But I will say like - the - the thumb from the feet? I don't know the name in English - dedão? We say dedão. I like -

Tubbo: [overlapping] The dom?

Pac: Dedão. Like big...

Tubbo: The dominant toe!

Pac: Dedão!

Tubbo: The big fucking toe! Sounds like a big toe.

Pac: Yeah like, it's big, it's - [I couldn't figure out what he was saying here]

Tubbo: Damn, I didn't know Pac had sub and dom toes, that's crazy. (loudly laughs)

Pac: I kinda look like a Hobbit, you know, I look like a Hobbit. I have hairy, very hairy feet. (laughs) Just kidding, I don't have - or I might have, I might have. I might have, I might have. There's a lot of hair, you know.

Tubbo: [overlapping] No fucking way! No mames...

Pac: I usually use a - I used to brush the hair, you know? Yeah.

Fit: (laughs) That's crazy dude.

Tubbo: Wait, you used to brush your toe hair?

Pac: Yeah, of course. Wait, you guys don't do this? It's not regular? Wait, what? What the - OK - wait, what, is -? OK?

[silence]

Pac: Why are you guys are looking at - ? OK, like I - (sighs) (deep breath) Guys.

Fit: Yeah?

Tubbo: Yeah, man, I know, I know. Like, yeah, I like - yeah, I like wax and condition my toe hair as well.

Pac: OK. Like, I get - I - it's - it's natural, no? If there's supposed to be hair over there it's to protect us from something bad, you know, so I keep the hair because, like, it's protecting, it's protecting my feet, you know, that's why I keep them.

Fit: Yeah, yeah.

Pac: So I brush them so I can have all my feet protected, you know?

Fit: Yeah, right.

Tubbo: [overlapping] Yeah. Like I'm actually, I'm actually like a medical student and I studied this and like the - the results are in and it says you're - you're right.

Pac: OK like grab the Amiga photo that - that's me right now, you know.

Tubbo: Girlll!

Pac: Girlll, girl what are you saying girl?

Tubbo: Girlll, what are you saying?

Pac: What are you saying, girl?

Fit: Oh, man.

Tubbo: Yeahhh.

Fit: Yeah, so.

[circusinthewalls]

NSFW Ghost Ramblings - 18+ MDNI, AGELESS BLOGS DNI

(CW: Lactation) [Masterlist]

You're more than a little strange. There's certainly a few screws loose in that ol' head of yours, but Simon would be lying if he said he didn't like that about you.

Now though..? Simon's not sure what to think.

He feels good, obviously, what with your tongue laving relentlessly over his nipple while your hand toys absent-mindedly with the other. God, he's really gonna lose it if you squeeze him like that agai-

"Fuck, fuck," he pants out, pleas slipping down into a frantic groan.

He reaches out for something to hold onto, hand quickly balling into a fist in the center of the throw pillow beside him. His hips jut forward, colliding with the softness of your stomach where you're knelt in front of him, latched onto his chest like the milk he'd started leaking was the only thing keeping you alive.

You've never done anything like this to him before. Granted, he's never randomly started lactating either, but after a quick search and a rather aghast call to his doctor, he'd come to learn his new medication was likely the culprit. They couldn't get him an appointment til Monday, though, and that was nearly a week away.

So who was he to deny you when the offer of relief for his aching chest finally arose? You assured him you would be gentle, and you were. He's just ridiculously sensitive.

His eyes snap down to you, lashes fluttering with each purse of your lips around his puffy nipple, watching the thin liquid leaking out with each suck. Groans morph into dulcet whimpers when he notices it dribbling down your chin.

"You're wastin' it," he insists, cupping your jaw in a futile attempt to prevent more of a mess being made, pouting at you for what you think is the first time in his life.

All you want to do is pout in return. Can't help it that you're a sloppy eater sometimes, but he's been so nice indulging you like this. It'd be cruel not to soothe him.

"I know, baby. I know," you coo as you briefly pull off, lapping up the liquid that's gathered in his palm and doing what you can to clean his chest, too. "I'm sorry."

He whines, and you drink down the noise, meeting his lips in a kiss before he can complain about the loss of your mouth on him. Your hands, meanwhile, find their way up to grab at his chest properly. One firm squeeze is all it takes to have his hips bucking yet again, a heady sound escaping between your mouths.

Another few more and you're watching in awe as he cums untouched, choking out moans with his head tipped back in unexpected bliss. <3

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Short little PSA btw: If you as an AMAB person are not purposefully trying to lactate and you start lactating, please see your doctor. This is like exaggerated a decent bit, but generally, as I'm sure you can guess, that shit isn't supposed to happen.

Writing not permitted for reposting, transcription, translation or to use with AI technologies.

[thelonelyshore-if]

1k Followers Drabble

I finally settled on how I wanted to celebrate 1k followers--by sharing a bit of fun ~extra content~ with you all! It isn't quite a traditional drabble, but I really enjoy what I've come up with.

Below the cut is a 'transcript' from Perri's radio show. The transcript is taken from the night MC washed up on shore, and surrounds some 'theories' citizens have of who this mysterious new stranger could be. Mostly the goal was to be silly, give a taste of what Perri's show is like, and show Perri and Beck's characters a bit more!

I hope you enjoy <3

THE LONELY SHORE

10/11/XXXX

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LOVELESS:

Good evening, creatures of the night. This is your host, Perri Loveless. Sunday nights are typically reserved for local hauntings and ghost stories, but we have a breaking news story! Tonight, we’ll be discussing the story of the Drowned Stranger.

SOUND:

Waves lap against shore, THEME SONG plays before fading out, segue into…

–

LOVELESS: 

Welcome back. An incredible thing has happened, listeners. An almost unbelievable thing. Only a few hours ago, an unidentified individual was rushed into Easthaven Medical in potentially critical condition. 

We have on the line a witness who would like to remain anonymous. 

Hello–are you there?

WITNESS:

Ah–hello. Yes, I’m here.

LOVELESS:

We’re glad to have you, thank you for being willing to speak on your experience. Please–tell us about what you witnessed earlier tonight.

WITNESS:

Sure. So I was just about to leave the hospital when it happened. I, uh. Don’t need to tell you why I was there, do I?

LOVELESS:

Of course not. Please, if you’re comfortable, just tell us what you saw.

WITNESS:

Okay, good. So, I was standing there in the lobby, and I see a truck tearing into the lot like a bat out of hell. Seriously–it’s like they were firefighters trying to put out a house fire, right? Clearly something’s up, so I decided to stick around to watch.

LOVELESS:

Wow. It sounds like the situation was urgent.

WITNESS:

Seemed like it. So the truck stops so fast I was half sure they’d crash. Before I know it, the driver’s door flies open. You said I couldn’t tell you who it was?

LOVELESS:

We’d prefer to keep identities private until we know more about the story, yes. Thank you.

WITNESS:

Alright. So the, uh, driver gets out and immediately opens the back door. I’m standing there watching as they grab something out of the back seat.

LOVELESS:

Something?

WITNESS:

Someone. It was a person–it was a stranger. To be honest, the person looked dead. The driver scoops the stranger up like a sack of potatoes and pretty much runs up to the door. I’m just standing there with my mouth hangin’ open, but then I make myself useful and hold the door.

LOVELESS:

What can you tell me about the stranger?

WITNESS:

Not much. Like I said, they looked like the hospital wouldn’t do ‘em much good, if you know what I mean. But the freakiest thing was that they were dripping wet. Just, completely soaked.

A storm’s been rolling in all night, but it hadn’t hit yet. I don’t know where this person came from, but they were soaked to the bone and out cold.

LOVELESS:

Incredible. What happened next?

WITNESS:

I mean–they rushed the stranger into a room, so I didn’t really see much after that. Somebody parked the truck but I didn’t stick around to see who it was. The whole situation kind of gave me the creeps? So I just…left after that.

LOVELESS:

Sure, sure. Do you have any theories about where the stranger came from?

WITNESS:

Uh. They were pretty wet. The lake or the river, probably.

LOVELESS:

Hm. Interesting. Thank you again for your testimony!

Alright, listeners, what do you think? An unidentified individual was brought to the hospital, unconscious and, apparently, wet. What possibly could have happened? 

Give us a call at XXX-XXXX and we’ll get you on air! 

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VOICE:

Seriously? What else could it be if not the lake? Or the river, I guess.

LOVELESS: 

Hush. I’m on air! If you want to share a theory–

VOICE:

Nah, you know I don’t. I’m just saying.

LOVELESS:

Then wait until the show’s done.

VOICE:

*LAUGHTER*

Fine–fine! You win. 

SOUND:

Brief instrumental plays, interrupted by the sound of a phone ringing.

-

LOVELESS:

You’re on air at The Lonely Shore! Hi, there, good evening!

CALLER 1:

It was aliens.

LOVELESS:

Oh, interesting–I wouldn’t be surprised if extraterrestrial life was somehow involved. Tell me more.

CALLER 1:

Reverse alien abduction. 

*LONG PAUSE*

LOVELESS:

Hello? Are you still there.

CALLER 1:

Mm-hmm.

LOVELESS:

Reverse alien abduction. Sure. Do you mean…instead of picking someone up, the aliens dropped someone off? Or more like–

CALLER 1:

Stranger is an alien. Wolf in sheep’s clothes. An alien with human skin, dumped out some kind of vat into our town. Gonna steal our secrets.

LOVELESS:

A vat–that would explain why the stranger was, uh. Damp.

CALLER 1:

Alien juice.

VOICE:

*LOUDER LAUGHTER*

*choked* Juice!

LOVELESS:

*hushed* If you can’t be polite–

VOICE:

Sorry, sorry.

CALLER 1:

Who’s in there with you? Can you trust ‘em? I thought this program was safe–

LOVELESS:

It is! I’ve just got an. Um. Station assistant here. I promise, we’re here to listen.

CALLER 1:

Really shoulda warned me you weren’t alone–wouldn’t have called you at all if I thought somebody else’d be listening.

LOVELESS:

Sir, this is a radio show?

SOUND:

Phone clicks, returning to instrumental. Music plays until–phone rings again.

-

LOVELESS:

Um–hello! You’re on The Lonely Shore. The…ah, the radio show. Thank you for calling!

VOICE:

Smooth

LOVELESS:

Would you be quiet?

CALLER 2:

Excuse me!?

LOVELESS:

Ah, not you, ma’am! Talking to my…dog. Won’t stop barking. Anyway, thank you again for calling to share your theory!

CALLER 2:

I think you should be ashamed of yourself.

LOVELESS:

…what?

CALLER 2:

Nice new face in town and you’re already spreading nasty rumors! People listen to the radio to hear news and some nice music at the end of a long day. Not this filth.

VOICE:

Oh f*** off.

LOVELESS:

Beck!

CALLER 2:

How dare you! Never in all my days have I been treated…all the ways to speak to a customer…my hard earned tax dollars don’t pay you to insult me! 

LOVELESS:

That’s not really how it…

CALLER 2:

I swear, I’ll end this program! I’m friends with very important people in city hall and when I’m through with–

SOUND:

Phone clicks, instrumental resumes.

-

LOVELESS:

*hushed* can you please not insult my callers.

BECK:

She was being a major–

LOVELESS:

Please.

BECK:

*sigh* I’m sorry. For real. I just don’t like people talking to you like–

LOVELESS:

I know, but I can handle much worse than getting scolded.

BECK:

You’re right.

SOUND:

Instrumental ends, cut off by the phone ringing.

-

LOVELESS:

Hello! You’re on the air with The Lonely Shore. We’re currently looking for theories about the Drowned Stranger.

CALLER 3:

I’ve got a theory.

LOVELESS:

Excellent, please share your thoughts.

CALLER 3:

I don’t think the stranger came from the lake. Not originally.

LOVELESS:

Where did they come from?

CALLER 3:

I’ve called to tell you this before, but I live right next to the graveyard. Somebody has been digging up graves and stealing body parts.

LOVELESS:

Oh, yes–I remember your call from a few weeks back.

CALLER 3:

I finally figured out what they needed the parts for. I think it was the Hermit.

LOVELESS:

That’s an…um, bold accusation. Usually they’re pretty reclusive.

CALLER 3:

You think I don’t know that? It’s the reason that they’ve been stealing body parts. I think the Hermit’s lonely–and they’ve built themself a grandchild.

LOVELESS:

Like…out of dead people? Like Frankenstein’s monster?

CALLER 3:

Just like that, yes! You understand. I think they finally managed to create life, and now their creation is in our town!

LOVELESS:

Do you think that the creation was. Ah. Grown in a vat, at all?

CALLER 3:

Like that fool said earlier? Of course not, aren’t you listening? The Hermit sewed a bunch of bits from our lost loved ones together to make an abomination.

LOVELESS:

You’re right, sorry. The witness just said that they were–

CALLER 3:

Wet? Yes, I was getting to that. I think the abomination escaped. You know the Hermit’s cabin’s right up against shore? I think the creature accidentally walked into the lake.

LOVELESS:

Hm.

CALLER 3:

And then when some good samaritans saw what they thought was someone drowning–

LOVELESS:

They swooped in and saved them?

CALLER 3:

Exactly!

LOVELESS:

That is quite the interesting theory! It would explain the grave robberies you’ve reported…

CALLER 3:

I wouldn’t be surprised if the Hermit had killed to add to the abomination, either. Maybe the Edwards girl didn’t get lost in the woods at all!

LOVELESS:

um.

CALLER 3:

We could have a killer in our midst.

LOVELESS:

You know, all theories are welcome here, but–

CALLER 3:

Why aren’t you listening? We could ALL be in danger!

LOVELESS:

Out of respect to her family–

CALLER 3:

Her family should know what really happened to her.

LOVELESS:

Okay. Well–thank you for calling! Listeners, we’re going to go to a quick commercial break.

SOUND:

Phone clicks, instrumental resumes and commercials begin. Unheard by the listeners…

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BECK:

Jesus.

LOVELESS:

Yeah.

BECK:

I know you believe this stuff, but that…

LOVELESS:

It seemed plausible until she mentioned Kristy. That was just. Ah…

BECK:

Dark as hell?

LOVELESS:

Yeah. Thanks for keeping quiet, though. I’m sure you had plenty you wanted to say.

BECK:

I guess, but I was being a dick earlier. I know how much your show means to you.

LOVELESS:

Appreciate it. 

BECK:

You going to be good to keep going tonight? I’m sure your listeners wouldn’t mind one night off.

LOVELESS:

I’m fine, I’m fine. It’s weird. She was pretty much our age, you know? Makes you think.

BECK:

Ugh. Don’t dwell on that shit if you can help it. We’ve had lots of close calls and we’re still kicking, right?

LOVELESS:

You’re right. Thanks, Beck.

BECK:

Welcome, P. Maybe the next caller’s going to think the poor stranger was a bunch of frogs in a trench coat or something. That’d be fun.

LOVELESS:

*LAUGHTER* Yeah, maybe.

-

END TRANSCRIPT

[aimlesspixel]

Part 2 of my in stars and time continuation fic

Read part one here if you're interested.

You're floating, in a sea of lightless space, stars of pure darkless dotting your surroundings. You're not alone here you can feel it you're not sure where but you know it's not harmful, maybe it'll show itself if you wait. It's quite peaceful here amid the sky, ripples begin to flutter across the lightless sea around you making the stars shift and constellations dance it all seems so close here yet so far. The stars darken as you hear something call out to you and…

"Hey… Hey. HEY, cmon stupid frin! Breakfast's ready we're gonna finish it all without you if you don't get the crab up." "Now now Bonbon you've made plenty for everyone and I'm sure Sif will be up in a moment." "Fine! I'll put peppers in it instead hehehe." "Now that's a credible threat, you better get up soon Siffrin."

You open your eyes to see Bonnie peering down at you… that's weird you could've sworn you were sleeping in your tent but the area above you distinctly lacks such an implement. Oh well you will yourself up and move to grab a plate. Just as Odile said there is a enough food for everyone. A good start to another day of travel if you do say so yourself I mean you're up before the sun finished rising! You'll get plenty of time to travel like this.

Odile seing you've finished your slightly spicy breakfast calls you over "Siffrin a moment please I would like to get this over with before we're done cleaning up."

You nod at her in acknowledgement and walk over. She and Mirabelle are in charge of making sure you're not overexerting yourself after the whole almost ending the world buisness. It's a bit embaressing but you don't want to worry them or get worse so you let them give you a check up.

Mirabelle looks you over while Odile takes your tempature and consults a transcription of a medical book she's gotten from the house's infrimary. Isabeau and Bonnie look at the process with slightly worried expressions.

Odile - "Well as far as I can tell you're not any worse for wear so I think the pace we've been keeping will be fine for now. Any objections Mirabelle?" Mirabelle - "I can't see anythng wrong but just to make sure you're feeling up to it right Siffrin?"

You feel alright even despite the weird sleeping spot maybe a little sleepy still but nothing serious. "Yesterdays pace is fine." Isa and Bonnies faces ease up and they get back to making sure you haven't forgotten anything.

Odile - "Alright just remember keep the crafts to a minimum whenever possible you don't want to overextend and knock yourself out or something."

She doesn't have to remind you. You still feel drained in a more intangible way than usual and can tell you probably couldn't manage too many crafts without a break, best to avoid any wildlife then. The path is well walked making it easy to follow the darkless leaking through the trees as you walk along the path your family alongside you it's nice, It'll probably become routine again soon enough but while it's nostalgic again you relish in it. Mirabelle and Odile are discussing books of some kind maybe it's part of their book club they mentioned… oh wait have they mentioned that this time? You're not sure. Does it matter? You're glad they can discuss it regardless. Isa and Bonnie walk alongside you chatting with you as you travel. It's nice.

It only takes a few days to reach your first stop. You could tell you were getting close when the path changed to a stone road. You'll just be staying here a day but it's nice to see time flowing here again. The Defenders at the edge of town greet you all as you enter and you see some kids running around the town.

Isabeau - "We really did it huh? It's still a little hard to believe but…" Yeah. The atmosphere is so much better now that people who fled are returning and the ones who were frozen have begun to move once more. You recognize some of them from Dormont most of the refugees who fled there left ahead of you all to reunite with their loved ones and homes.

Some of the kids from Dormont and some you don't recognize run up to you all.

"Look! Look! It's Mirabelle! She's the one who kicked the king's crabbing butt!" "Yea It's thanks to them that everyone's moving again!"

One of the kids in particular gets starry eyed at this and runs up to Mira.

"Oh! You're the reason mom and dad are moving again! Thank you thank you thank you!!!"

They jump up and down a bit before Bonnie calls out "Hey it wasn't just Mira we all went into the house and kicked that Kings crabbing butt!" The kids gasp and look at everyone beside Mira including you.

"Whoaaaaa. So you went in to kick his butt too?" The kid asks expectantly at Bonnie. "Of course." They say standing proudly.

Mirabelle - "It's true we all worked together to save Vaugaurd." She looks at you "Maybe a little too hard for some of us." You look away.

The kids chatter around you for a bit before Odile intervines "We know you're all excited to see us but we need to find that Inn so we can rent a room for the night."

"Oh sorry." The kids turn and run off, the starry eyed one looks back one last time before going "Thank you again!" and they run off.

[mugram]

Sway the Court - Scene Transcript

* The small video in this Scene Transcript includes a quick flash/glitch at the end of it to flash to the MUGRAM logo. The video is not important to your experience of this Scene Transcript. Please enjoy.

I'll sway the court  Make their decisions Choose their hand

“Listen to me, okay? I will make sure you get out so you can see your family again.” Mayumi mutters to her client.

“Thank you.” Her client smiles. “I need to get back to my job so I can get money for my family.”

“Of course.” Mayumi nods. “I’ll make sure that you don’t spend any time in jail.”

Doors fly open 

And it’s the fight for our lives

“...She should not be jailed for the crimes someone else has clearly done. Thank you.” Mayumi takes a seat and looks over at the person sitting next to her.

“You think you can convince them to let me go?”

“Well, I’m sure I can sway the court into your favor.” Mayumi gives a small smile. “I promise you that you will see your family again. If not immediately, then after a little bit of community service.”

“Thank you. Thank you so much.” Her client profusely thanks Mayumi.

“Hey, don’t worry.” Mayumi places a hand on her client’s shoulder. “Lawyers are meant to help out their clients.”

I don’t care how wrong this could go for me

You all will be free so just let me be

“I have to ask.” Mayumi stands. “Witness, did you see my client actually go over to the store, rob it, and leave minutes after?"

"Well, I didn't see her rob it, but the alarm–" The witness starts.

"You didn't see her do it." Mayumi points out.

"Yes, but–" The witness rubs their neck.

"You were across the street from the store; how would you know it was her?" Mayumi stares at the witness, who now is uncomfortably shifting before they finally breathe. "If you don't have any answer, then I guess my line of questioning is over."

Mayumi begins to walk back to her seat.

"She was the only person who left when the alarm went off."  The witness finally speaks.

Mayumi grimaces.

I'll sway the court 

Make their decisions

Choose their hand

Her client only stares back.

So, don't even worry

I have the command and the proof in my hand

I'll make sure that these things will only sway in my favor

"Okay, I need you to tell me. Be honest." Mayumi exhales. "Did you steal from the store?"

"What?" The client shakes her head vigorously. "No, no! I wouldn't do that. I went there to grab some snacks and medication for my sister. I wouldn't rob the store! I have a job and I'm the only source of income for them and I can't leave them because then–"

"Hey, okay. Take a deep breath with me, okay?" Mayumi inhales and exhales.

Her client breathes slowly.

"I promise you, I'll get you out of here, alright?"

"Alright. Are you sure?”

“I’m sure. I have to do this.” Mayumi exhales.

It’s justice after all.

"Your Honor, this is an outrage.” Mayumi stands up. “Surely you can find some leeway–"

“It’s clear to me that after all this back and forth what my stance will be.” The judge bangs a gavel and Mayumi swallows with a frown.

Don’t condemn anything I say

Because I swear I’ll make them pay

“...is GUILTY of the charge of theft.” The judge announces.

“Damn it.” Mayumi mumbles as she stares at the judge before falling back to her seat.

“Hey. What… What does this mean?”

She turns over to her client.

And, don’t you dare turn your back on me yet

Because you shouldn’t need to repent

For sins aren’t yours 

“I… I don’t know.” Mayumi swallows. “I’m sorry.”

They’re all mine.

Mayumi stands in the hallway and watches as her client walks past her. Her hands are cuffed and she has a terrified look on her face.

Mayumi looks down. 

I'll sway the court 

Make their decisions

Choose their hand

Mayumi watches the car drive away, her client inside. “I’m sorry.”

So, don't even worry

“Hey, Kubo-san.” One of her coworkers rolls over in his chair. “I heard about your last case.”

“It’s… fine. Don’t worry.” Mayumi waves him off.

“Hey, it’s not fine. You poured your heart into that case.” 

“I know! It’s just…”

“It happens sometimes. I understand. We can’t save everyone.”

“But, she was clearly innocent!”

I have the command and the proof in my hand

Her coworker sighs. “I know.”

Mayumi exhales and her coworker places a hand on her shoulder.

“It’s just how things happen around here, Kubo-san. I’m sorry.”

I'll make sure that these things will only sway in my favor

"I heard she got her sentence and was brought to prison earlier today."

"...I don't really think that's something you should say to try and comfort someone." Mayumi rubs her face. 

"...Ah, my bad." He rubs the back of his head. "Well, you could always visit in the future."

"Yeah, sure."

It’s justice after all.

The key clicks and Mayumi pushes her apartment door open. Wrapping her brown coat around her arm, she walks over to the couch. 

Picking up a remote and tapping the on button at the TV, a red flash instantly catches Mayumi's attention.

…found dead in her cell last night.

Vote Here

[z-50-chimera]

It lets out a sigh and shuts the lid of its laptop, pushing it back on the desk and getting up, walking over to a small locker and getting out what remained of its medical supplies

"This should be enough.."

It sets about removing glass from its hand, not an easy feat to do on yourself but it makes do with what it has - tearing more fabric from the bottom of its coat and wrapping it around its knuckles to protect the healing wounds, leaving its coat draped over the back of its office chair.

"there.. should be good to go now.."

It grabs its flashlight and heads back out of its hideout.

note transcript below

Im back in my hideout, with a bit of purpose now too..

I have an idea on where my file is. Heavy Containment. I've passed by the place a few times before the lockdown but.. ive never been in there before - no idea what to expect aside from whoever this painter guy is supposed to be.

Regardless, ive.. gotta patch up my hand before I can move on.. fucking mirrors…

I may need to find another medkit - or maybe find whatever medical ward this place has - im running low on needels and thread and at this rate I might just start taking string from my coat if I can't find anything else to use. wont be ideal or sanitary but. it'll get the job done with how many stitches im popping lately.

regardless, ive now got information and a flashlight from someone named Curious A. Intresting name i'll admit but, they seemed kind enough. I need to see about finding a walkie talkie, im sure I saw one around here somewhere - it would be nice to keep in contact with them.

can't keep wrigint for much longer. my hand fucking hurets.

plant of action

fix hand

go to heavy containment

????

get file

[marilostfieldblog]

(OOC WARNING! DESCRIPTION OF GORE AND ROTTING!)

[Video transcript begin.]

[The camera is obscured by a pocket, it appears to be a jean pocket as someone can be heard walking, dragging a cart behind them. After a few seconds the footsteps and cart stop.]

?: Ok kid.

[Voice identified: Mari.]

M: One last thing.

[Mari pulls the phone out of their pocket, having it face a child. The light causes the kid to put their hands in front of their eyes as Mari slowly pushes the cart into a dark corner.]

M: Y'know what record this. I want the memento.

?: What are you. Doing.

[Voice identified: Sparrow.]

M: I need to make a small detour. Ok? Don't move a muscle.

[Mari walks off and begins humming as they walk, this lasts for a few minutes before they reach the back of a set and begin slowly climbing it.]

M: Ok sarah… I'm here. I'm not letting you down again.

[Once they reach the top someone can be seen sitting on an office chair spinning, the person has black hair with a red bow sticking out the top. The figure is wearing a showfall mask.]

M: Shit am I… No it's not attached like Will's was.

[Mari places the phone in the front coat of a jacket before slowly climbing down the set. And walking up.]

M: Hi… Um. Ms, Sun?

[The person stands up from the chair as a loud mechanical scream is heard in the distance, Mari runs and hides behind a plant as the person walks over slowly.]

?: You ok?

[Voice identified: Ms Sun.]

M: Sarah… Ok um fuck no time.

[Mari grabs the person by the arm and starts running, taking a sharp turn causing a can to be knocked over. Afterwards multiple sets of employee footsteps can be heard chasing the two.]

M: DAMNIT DAMNIT DAMNIT DAMNIT!

[Mari continues running for 2 minutes before hopping over a counter and into a store, the phone now on the ground facing the ceiling.]

M: Ok shit that's not good. Sara- Ms sun you good?

[There is no response as Mari grabs the phone and walks back over to the figure. Before putting the phone back in their jacket pocket.]

M: Sorry in advance.

[Mari rips the mask off the person's face with relative ease, causing the figure to scream in pain. Before being quiet.]

M: Sarah?

[A response this voice sounding more like something that would come out of a medicated patient after surgery.]

?: m- Ma… ri?

[Voice reidentified: Sarah.]

M: Sarah oh my god you're ok! Um, no time to talk. We're getting out of here!

S: Head hurted…

M: I know. But you're gonna be out and I'll buy you all the headache meds you want!

[Sarah smiles as Mari grabs her again and starts running.]

M: SPARROW MAKE A NOISE

Sp: [Singing] Follow me and I'll follow you.

M: THAT WORKS!

[Sparrow has an incredibly confused look on their face, staring at Mari and Sarah.]

Sp: Who is-

M: Friend. Um… Sparrow meet Sarah. Sarah meet Sparrow.

Sp: We've. met. I think?

M: Oh um…

[Mari turns around to begin pulling the cart, multiple minutes pass before they stop.]

M: Yes sparrow?

[Mari turns around to face Sparrow, A blank expression across their face. They speak with fear in every word.]

Sp: Do. You smell something. Rotting?

M: Nope. Let's just keep-

[Mari is cut off as Sarah is pushed out of the cart.]

Sp: No. Last time I was with someone and we changed directions she got caught.

[Sparrow begins rolling the cart, using their hands to spin the wheels faster and faster. causing Mari to have to grab Sarah and chase after them.]

M: SPARROW STOP! GOD DAMNIT!

[The running continues until Mari falls on the ground, multiple seconds later a scream.]

M: SPARROW!

[By the time Mari finally gets to Sparrow they are kneeling on the ground in front of. Something made from wires, rotten flesh and bones peaking through parts of the wire, two green lights shine from where the eyes would be. As Mari gets closer the creatures face. Or what's left is visible, strands of brown hair covering missing parts of the creature's face, what is visible being mostly the eye, and other random bits. But that is enough to cause Sparrow to begin crying before saying one word.]

Sp: Mom.

M: Sparrow WAIT!

[Sparrow grabs a broomstick and uses it as a crutch to start running, before Mari can chase after the child. Mechanical screeching is heard.]

M: No no no no…

[The creature stands up, its torso spinning 360 degrees around, gears grinding and rotting organs falling out. As it screams, causing Mari to turn around and run the other way.]

M: OH FUCK OH SHIT!

[The creature screams again as Mari trips the phone falling out of their front pocket, the camera landing on the floor.]

[WHOOPS! Heavy camera damage detected! automatically ending transcript.]

[onyxthemagicman]

weylin co warehouse

hi hello! this is the gabe account ^^ here’s the transcript for a recent rp done w the weylinco account, hope putting it here works for the moment so u have access to it because it’s like nearly 6am for me and i’ve spent the past several hours working on it 😂 i’m so tired

general tw for body horror, experimentation, gore, etc 😅 it gets a little gross but most of it isn’t super detailed or described a lot, mostly concise phrasing of what’s happening and not much else

@th3-unseen-backup

lmk if there’s anything i need to fix ^^

[Begins recording. Sounds of struggle, muffled cursing and shouting; Grainy footage shows Montez, G. being strapped to an operating table by Weylin, Vex, Weylin. Viv standing nearby.]

Weylin, Vex. : Now now, kicking and screaming won't make this any less painful, Gabe!

Montez, G. : [Panicked] FUCK FUCK FUCK, LET ME GO, I- I DIDNT DO ANYTHING, I DIDNT- [Monez, G. continues struggling, fighting against the straps as they finish strapping him down. His flailing is weak, and some of his preexisting stitches pop.]

Weylin, Viv. : Okay, and? We just need some of the metal plating we left in you back. If you stay still, perhaps it won't be so torturous. [She applies the final strap and takes a step back.]

Montez, G. : [Eyes are wide, going still for a moment.] YOU- YOU BASTARDS! I NEVER DID ANYTHING TO YOU, SOME FUCKING METAL PLATING?! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?! LET ME GO, FUCK, PLEASE- [Voice cracks slightly. He resumes thrashing with even more vigor futilely.]

Weylin, Vex. : [Looks over the Weylin, Viv., eyebrows raised.] Wow, he sure is talkative today! Shall we cut off the tounge?

Weylin, Viv. : [Contemplative.] I think so, brother. I'm not in the mood to listen to his non-stop jabbering and begging. [Moves to a metal cart to the side, grabbing medical scissors.]

Montez, G. : [Freezes, stunned and terrified, teeth bared.] P-Please, fuck, please no- [as she gets closer his head starts snapping from side to side, shaking his head violently.] NONONO PLEASE, PLEASE-

Weylin, Viv. : [Exasperated, leaning forward and waving the scissors.] Stop begging and we won't have to cut your tongue off. Can you get that through your thick skull or am I to put a hole in it so you do understand?

Montez, G. : [Gasps.] S-Sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry- [Voice gets quieter, mumbling, terrified.] Please, please, I'm sorry-..

Weylin, Vex, : [Rolls his eyes.] Great, now he's apologizing too. [Leans against the table, sighing.] I can't stand anymore of this blathering. Viv, cut it off!

Weylin, Viv. : Of course. [Grabs his jaw roughly, forcing his mouth open, and cutting out his tongue, setting it to the side carelessly, turning around to prep their other equipment absentmindedly.]

Montez, G. : [Screams loudly, blood spewing out of his mouth. Sobs, trying to move against the restraints.] GAH, HEHHP, PLEHZ, HEHHP- [PT: Help, please, help. End PT.]

Weylin, Vex. : [Groans, running a hand through his hair and grabbing a scalpel with the other, holding the sharp edge of it to Montez, G.'s throat, digging it in slightly.] Listen here, you ungrateful little shit. We've spent hours modifying you. We've put our blood, sweat, and metaphorical tears into fixing you. We sacrificed our resources, spent thousands of dollars to make you better, make you stronger, and this is how you repay us!?

Without us, you wouldn't even exist in the minds of the people you care about. We've done wonders for you, practically preformed miracles in your life and this is the way you treat us!? We are your makers, Gabriel Montes. And we can take you out of this world as fast as you were put in it.

[He is nose to nose with Montez, G. when he finishes, lip curled hatefully.]

Montez, G. : [Tries to move away from the scalpel at his throat, eyes closed tightly with fear, crying more. Whimpers, biting his lip to muffle any other pained sounds. Slowly nods, resigned.]

Weylin, Viv. : [Satisfied.] Good. He's finally quiet. Vex, [Turns to him.] Are you ready for the procedure?

Weylin, Vex. : Always. [Backs away from Montez, G., moving to the cart and surveying the implements there excitedly.] Sister, should we use the injections still or try a new approach? [Grins broadly at the pun.]

Weylin, Viv. : [Tilts her head, nodding.] Why not try something new? It'll be fun. What did you have in mind?

Montez, G. : [Breathing quickly and shallowly instinctively, blood dripping from his lips. Sobs quietly, but is mostly still.]

Weylin, Vex. : [Grinning widely, sifting through vials on the cart.] Well, lethal injection is fun and all, but synthetic chemicals get boring after a while. We've seen all their effects, we all know how it goes. Now, I'm not suggesting we drop them completely, but rather, we use new liquids. That's why I would like to try holy water on him! [Triumphantly holds up a vial of pure steel, moving it from side to side playfully.]

Montez, G. : [Head jerks up, choking on the blood in his mouth. Tries to speak but only gurgles around the blood, eyes wide and terrified.]

Weylin, Viv. : [Claps her hands together, thrilled.] Amazing idea, Vex! I wonder, would he boil from the inside? Would he become some new type of being? [Begins prodding at Montez, G., considering the best place to inject the holy water.] This'll be a brilliant experiment, I tell you.

Montez, G. : [Tenses, trying to move away uselessly. Whimpers, tilting his head to the side and draining blood out from his mouth.]

Weylin, Vex. : [Fills a syringe with the holy water carefully.] I have high hopes for this, it'll be a shame if it doesn't work. [Sticks the syringe into Montez, G.'s cervical plexus, injecting it into his neck.]

Weylin, Viv. : [Watching Montez, G. carefully for reactions.] A shame, indeed. Though, we could always recycle his limbs if he just pathetically dies here.

Montez, G. : [Is still for a long moment, before his body jolts, gasping loudly. His neck twists to the side, back arching as he begins screaming, red tears running down his face. His nails scrabble against the operating table as he writhes, his veins becoming slightly illuminated with a pale golden glow from within.]

Weylin, Viv. : Fascinating.. [She quickly grabs a clipboard, scrawling her observations down.] Glowing veins, clearly very painful...

Weylin, Vex. : [Is visibly thrilled, clapping his hands together.] Oh, brilliant! I know I'm full of great ideas but this one might be my best yet!

Montez, G. : [Screaming continuously shrilly, occasionally sobbing, his mouth fixed open with his eyes screwed shut.]

Weylin, Vex. : [Gasps.] His blood! It's glowing as well! [Points at some of the blood coming out of Montez, G.'s mouth.]

Weylin, Viv. : [Gasps as well, leaning in for a closer look.] This really has proven to be a worthwhile experiment, huh? [Grins at Weylin, Vex., and continues to take thorough notes.]

Montez, G. : [Slowly begins to stop screaming after several minutes, writhing less as the holy blood is drained from his body from his blood loss. He is left exhausted and shaking, chest heaving and tears running down his face.]

Weylin, Viv. : It's finished? [Smiles and sets the clipboard down, walking over to Gabe.] How are you feeling? [Montez, G. doesn't respond.] Oh, right, you can't speak. [Laughs.]

Montez, G. : [Gasps, dribbling more blood out of his mouth, coughing weakly and groaning.]

Weylin, Viv. : [Amused.] Utterly pathetic. [Walks away towards a cart.] You're already so weak and we've barely even started the procedure.

Montez, G. : [Tries to scowl, but just looks defeated. Blood covers his chin and cheeks, misery coating his face. He looks gaunt and frail.]

Weylin, Viv. : [Seeing how defeated he looks, her smile turns more sadistic.] At least for once you're quiet and docile! That makes it easier for us. [Grabs a pair of medical scissors, inspecting it for a moment, before shrugging, walking back over to Montez, G., and places the blade against his stomach.] I'll count down from 5 and start cutting after 1, okay?

Montez, G. : [Eyes widen, frightened, before screwing his eyes shut again, bracing himself. He looks about an inch away from a panic attack, sobbing quickly.]

Montez, G. : Alright. Five. Four. Three. Two- [Slices into his skin ruthlessly.] Oops. I went a little too early. [Unapologetic.]

Montez, G. : [Makes a noise between a shriek and yelp, head jerking to the side in pain. Puts effort into not moving his main body to lesson how bad it is, seemingly from experience. Bites on his lip, trying to compose himself, a tooth going through his lip with the force.]

Weylin, Vex. : [Watches intently as the incisions are made in Montez, G., sticking his ungloved fingers in the wounds and pulling them open to widen the gaps. Flesh tearing is audible.]

Montez, G. : [Gasps, biting down harder on his lip, eyes trying to press even further closed. Digs his nails into his palms, trying not to jerk his body away. Has not stopped crying.]

Weylin, Vex. : [Annoyed.] It was foolish to think cutting of your tongue would shut you up. You never listen, no matter how many punishments we give you. [Wrist deep inside Montez, G.'s abdomen, seeming to be feeling around for something, moving his organs around. Looks up after a while, turning on the overhead light to get a better view, frowning slightly.] Viv, I don't see it.

Weylin, Viv. : What? You don't see the metal plates? [Leans over to peer in as well.]

Weylin, Vex. : No, where did we put it again?

Weylin, Viv. : Should be around the back.

Weylin, Vex. : Alright, let me just... [Begins removing Montez, G.'s intestines carelessly, tongue sticking out slightly as he looks for the plating.] Ow, fuck! [Winces, pulling his hand out and shaking it.]

Montez, G. : [Shaking violently trying to keep himself from screaming. Air hisses through the hole in his lip, blood dripping from his mouth. His head is moving involuntarily from side to side, as if silently pleading.]

Weylin, Viv. : Are you okay, Vex? [Looks at his hand.] I presume you found the plate?

Weylin, Vex. : Yes, I just forgot how sharp it was. [Shakes out his hand some more, scowling.]

Weylin, Viv. : Be careful then, Vex. We wouldn't want you out of commission for our next surgery, now would we? [Grabs a flashlight and shines it into Gabe's chest cavity.]

Weylin, Vex. : [Rolls his eyes, sticking his hands back into the cavity, pulling at plating. He huffs.] Get the drill, Viv. The metal is bolted in.

Weylin, Viv. : Yes yes, I'll get it. [Hurries over to a cabinet and takes out a drill before turning it on a few times, making sure it works.] I've got it. [Walks back and hands it to Weylin, Vex.]

Weylin, Vex. : [Takes it from her and begins drilling into Montez, G.'s spine. Blood and organs spray across his face, but he remains unblinking. Once the bolts are loosened, he removes the metal plate with a grunt.] One down, two more to go.

Montez, G. : [Has gone mostly silent, tears still falling down his face, otherwise motionless. His nails are still firmly in his palms, but he seems wholly unaware of his surroundings.]

Weylin, Vex. : [Continues to remove the plates in silence for several moments, tossing them to the side once he's finished, grinning triumphantly.] There we go! Now time for the real operation! [Looks over to Waylin, Viv.] Sister, are you ready?

Weylin, Viv. : [Turns to Weylin, Vex.] Yes, I'm ready.

Weylin, Vex. : [Begins removing Montez, G.'s limbs.]

Weylin, Viv. : [As they're removed, she takes them and sets them off to the side to be reused.]

Weylin, Vex. : Are you afraid of bugs, Gabe?

Montez, G. : [His movements are slow, almost hazy. He seems to slowly regain awareness of his surrounding, processing the question and the removal of his limbs. Eyes snap open, screaming once more, sounding more panicked than he was earlier.]

Weylin, Viv. : I take that as a yes, you are afraid? [Scoffs before looking down at him condescendingly.] I must apologize, then, as you're going to become very acquainted with them soon.

Montez, G. : [Begins crying even harder than before, bleeding profusely from his tears, his removed tongue, and the several open wounds and severed limbs. His head begins to sway, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. Passes out and goes fully limp.]

[There is snickering, and the procedure continues. End recording.]

[rosetheex-editor]

[Video transcript begins.]

[The transcript begins with the camera up against a pillow, everyone in frame with a doorway close by as a small child sits in a red wagon with a lego set. A woman with long curly brown hair is sitting next to them.]

?: You ok Sparrow?

[Voice identified: Rose Elizabeth Henderson.]

?: [Muffled.] Kinda.

[Voice identified: Sparrow.]

R: Oh uh… What's wrong?

Sp: I miss Cassidy.

R: Oh… Guys? Help?

?: I… don’t know how.

[Voice identified: Edgar.]

?: ...kid, is there..anything we can do currently to help? Within, ya know, reason?

[Voice identified: Will.]

Sp: I just want Cassid-

[Just then, Sparrow is cut off by someone humming a song identified as “Frosty the snowman” as a medium length black haired woman walks in frame holding a teenager with medium curly blue hair and a blue suit.]

?: GUYS WE NEED BANDAGES!

[Voice identified: Mari.]

E: WH– OKAY?

R: For fucks sake, what random employee did you drag here this time?

[Mari doesn't respond, instead smiling at Rose.]

W: Mari. Is that... a kid?-

[In frame, Will already is standing up, trying to quickly navigate the closest medical kit available.]

M: Technically a teen. But yeah! Why?

W: Where did you get a teen from? Like, is that a regular employee you just grabbed?

M: IT'S A REALLY LONG STORY! SAID STORY CAN WAIT UNTIL THE KID IS BANDAGED UP!

[Mari spins around revealing the teens face, three big gashes on their face barely missing their eyes.]

W: oh fuck! On it!!

Sp: … C- C- I…

[Sparrow looks at the person in Mari's arms for several seconds while Rose and others struggle to find a first aid kit.]

W: Kid? You Ok?

Sp: I know her.

R: Mari we leave in three fucking days! Is it really necessary to grab another employee.

M: THE TIMING IS CONVENIENT AS FUCK!

E: Mari, please explain who this is. You can multitask.

M: BLUE! BLUE!

Sp: JUST SAY IT’S CASSIDY!

[Sparrow looks at Mari very annoyed.]

W: I FOUND MEDICAL SHIT

R: Get the stuff to the kid before Sparrow murders Mari please.

W: Way ahead of you!

[Mari bends down and sets the kid on the floor with their head propped up by a pillow.]

W: Are they conscious? Any responses?

M: DUNNO!

W: SHit, okay..uh. Do we wanna risk cleaning the cuts?

?: They ain't that deep thankfully. Mask got it the way… Should be fine.

[Voice identified: Delilah.]

W: Right, okay, that's..that's good. Edgar? You okay?

E: [Startled.] Huh? I– uh, yeah. I’m fine. Yep.

R: You sure?

W: You don't... seem it? Hopefully that isn't rude.

E: Yeah! No, I’m all good! This was just a little… unexpected, you know?

W: Yeah, thats fair!

E: Mhm, let’s… focus on helping them.

R: Mari. Are you sure it's a good idea to add another person to our escape?

Sp: Excuse me.

R: IT'S A TRUE QUESTION!

E: We, uh… kinda have to now, don’t we?

M: IT'S GOING TO BE FINE! Rose quit screaming. Sparrow don't have a tone. Edgar… I don't know what your issue is. But stop.

E: I DON’T HAVE AN ISSUE.

W: [Quieter.] They can take my place if you’re worried about space. I’m of least concern out of all of us.

R: WILL. DON'T TALK LIKE THAT I SWEAR TO FUC-

?: [Muttering.] Quit screaming… Owie…

[Voice identified: Cassidy…]

W: Rose, Hush. I’m gonna bandage these up now, we can talk about it later.

R: You fucking matter. I don't wanna hear it.

W: Didn't say i didn't. Just said I'm the lowest priority, ‘tis all.

[Will is wrapping plasters onto the gashes, with wound-cushioning to protect them from being infected.]

R: There is no fucking ‘lowest priority’.

M: Technically Sparrow and now Cassidy are top priority. Meaning all the rest of us are the lowest priority by default.

W: Sounds logical. We should probably lower our voices, though, head damage can be a bitch for headaches.

De: Ruby did drop her head on the floor too so that probably doesn't help.

R: Ruby… Oh.

W: Oh shit.

Sp: …

[Sparrow looks at everyone in the room, seemingly upset.]

E: Um… Merry Christmas?

Sp: … Yep.

R: Sparrow knock it off, it's fine.

W: Rose, how about you knock it off. They have a reason to be upset. [Will’s head turns towards Sparrow, before continuing.] You can tell us, kid, nobody should be angry or upset with you.

Sp: Quit being worried. That's my sister. And you're all too busy being worried, or talking about ‘lowest priority.’ while my sister is bleeding on the floor.

W: Sparrow, I’ve done all I can for the cuts. We just need to keep monitoring them now. And, i don't think we should be focusing on a priority list in the current moment either.

C: [Muttering.] Egg… Car..?

E: Wh– hello?

[The child can roughly be seen blinking.]

C: [Muttering.] H- Bappy hirthday?

W: ..close?

C: [The Muttering lasts until said otherwise.] Owie… H- Head go owch.

E: Uh, what do we do…? I’m… usually the one with the head injury. I don’t…

R: Let her rest.

Sp: Cassidy..? Do you… Remember your name?

C: C- Cassidy? Me thinks.

E: What else do you remember?

C: Squib… Icing… Egg Car…

E: Mhm? Anyone else?

C: … N- no?

W: With the mask, that is expected, and with..well head trauma.

R: Squig also apparently had blocked a lot of her memories.

E: Um. That’s… not good.

W: Well Yeah, that. Would do it.

C: S- Spaghetti. is fubby..!

W: Thats. worrying.

Sp: Cassidy probably just likes spaghetti.

C: h- Help me sit round.

W: Can try?

Sp: Up. I think she meant up.

W: Yeahh, I think so too.

[Cassidy sits up slowly, holding her head. Before looking straight at Edgar.]

E: Uh.

C: You. Here. Why?

E: Er. At the mall? That’s… a very long story.

C: You.

E: What?

[Cassidy begins spinning her arm around, walking and then slowly sprinting over to Edgar before trying to spin and tries to punch Edgar in the stomach. Only for no effect.]

E: … uh.

[Cassidy stares at Edgar, Mari can be heard snickering in the background.]

[Edgar realizes slightly too late what she was trying to do, and attempts to react accordingly.]

E: Ow. That… 100% hurt. Ouch.

[Emphasis on the word attempts.]

W: They’ve got a fighting spirit, that's for sure!

R: Yep.

E: I’m going to guess that’s for me being here. Sorry.

C: YOU SAID YOU WER-

[Cassidy grabs her head in pain, holding her forehead while she continues.]

C: You said you were going to live happily with your family. This isn't happy.

[Edgar looks off to the side.]

E: … Sorry.

M: On the bright side she doesn't know WHY you're here.

[Mari waits multiple seconds.]

M: I shouldn't have said that.

E: [Slightly irritated.] Yeah, maybe.

C: Oh he shot himself I remember that. That's why.

[Cassidy pats Edgar on the head. Smiling.]

C: I was gonna do that as well.

M: How do you know that?

C: I remember what happened when I was masked.

R: Please don't bring that up Cass.

C: Sorry.

W:...fuck, man.

E: [Muttered.] That’s not even the full reason. [Regular volume.] Anyway, welcome back, Cassidy.

C: Can I give you a hug? You seem… Sad.

E: Sure…? I feel like there’s some other people you should hug first, though.

C: Hm?

[Sparrow looks down at the floor of their wagon, seemingly sad.]

W: Someone missed you.

C: Uh… I'm sorry? I genuinely… Don't remember most of y'all?

Sp: … Oh.

W: Oh. Oh, fuck..Sparrow..

Sp: I'm fine… I'm fine… I'm fine…

C: I'm sorry? Did I accidentally do something?

[Edgar glances around awkwardly, unsure what to say.]

W: It's not your fault Cassidy. Nobody to blame but Squig and Iris.

Sp: You… Don't remember me at all..?

[Sparrow looks at Cassidy.]

C: N- No? S- Should I?

[Sparrow looks back down, sobbing.]

R: Kid I…

C: Should I remember?

[Will hesitates, glancing at the others.]

C: I could try! Really really har-

[Cassidy grabs her head again.]

W: Hey hey hey! Don't strain it Kiddo, they come back with time, okay? It'll just hurt more if you try to force it.

M: Kinda hurts the same honestly.

[Will shoots a look at Mari that reads: “not the time”, before looking back at Cassidy.]

C: Uh… What's everyone's name? I know Edgar. But you guys?

W: Will. I'm Will.

R: Rose.

M: Mari, that [Mari points at Delilah.] is Delilah.

[Sparrow doesn't speak.]

R: The kid is Sparrow…

C: OOOO I LIKE SPARROW'S! Very pretty birds!

[Everyone seemingly sits around after Cassidy finishes speaking, the mood somber in a way. This lasts for 15 minutes before the transcript ends.]

[End transcript.]

[agentsquirrelsgotrobots]

Quickshadow was a sly bitch.

Charlie knew of her from Heatwave, who once drunkenly confessed that he had an on and off again relationship with her and described how she had severe ptsd and how careful he had to be to keep her from having a flashback from any little noise or movement. He had gotten very descriptive, and with the help of some b grade nuke and some careful visual suggestions, Charlie was confident that he could kill two birds with one stone.

Err, well, stage a murder suicide by priming a slightly suicidal, ex special ops agent to mutilating her boyfriend's corpse and then killing herself.

(fanfic jazz's anything goes special ops, not just strike teams and data harvesting. This one's dark folks, the tags are the tags)

Let's just say it went better than Charlie had hoped.

He lured her to Griffin Rock by sending a very concerning comm from Heatwave's hacked comm link, making him sound like he was having a mental crisis.

Once the nuke was in her body and she saw Heatwave's artificially flickering eyes swinging from the warehouse rafters, she went ballistic, using her old, expired service medical kit as she tried to close the wound on Heatwave's graying body.

When she came off of the nuke enough to understand that Heatwave was already dead, she grabbed her service weapon, nuzzled Heatwave's cheek, and blew her own processor out.

As expected, her life signal going out lead to Jazz and Ratchet investigating, finding the two lovers in the warehouse and driving to the firehouse personally to deliver the news.

Of course, everyone played their part, the right people breaking down and staying stoic. Blades blubbered out the right information that Heatwave hadn't returned from what he had described to be errands.

The transcripts from the deceased comm links backed up his story, and the two were taken away to be prepared for a double funeral, which the whole Burns family showed up for.

It was a quiet affair, Optimus preaching in a droning cybex before blessing Heatwave's stone sarcophagus.

Quickshadow was an atheist, so Jazz set a stone tablet detailing Quickshadow's decorated military service before they were set inside a cave in a canyon in rural Nevada.

[kate-les-bridge-stewart]

This is a transcript of a semi fanfic semi rambling stream of conciousness I wrote on discord about an idea i had for an au. I did not write this intending for it to become a fanfic so it is formatted and written horribly lol. Hope you enjoy my mad scribbles and babbles.

---

Osgood had been knocked out cold by a sudden explosion, hitting her head hard against a wall.13 saw so she rushed over and checked her pulse. And to her complete bewilderment she hears a shockingly familiar "thump thump thump thump"

She freezes. How?! how was this possible?! There surely had to be another explanation, maybe osgood had a heart transplant or something embedded in her heart that made it sound like that! Surely she couldnt be- no, that's impossible, right?

She rushes osgood to an infirmary and has to leave to deal with whatever threat had attacked in the first place.

Later when that's done tho she goes back to the unit infirmary and finds kate sitting next to osgood on her hospital bed. Theres a "do not disturb" sign outside the door to the room and osgate are the only ones in there.

"Pretty odd for an infirmary room to have a do not disturb sign" 13 thinks but focuses on finding out how osgood is doing.

(Osgood is asleep btw)

13: So, how is she? She got hit pretty hard, knocked out cold

Kate looks a bit startled at the sound of 13s voice and seemingly scrambles to hide what looked like some xray prints

Kate: o-oh! Yes shes doing fine, got a nasty bruise on her head and some other bumps and scrapes but nothing too serious.

13: (slightly suspicious at this point) where's the med staff? You elected yourself as her personal caretaker or something? I dont mean this in a bad way but you seem like you have too much on ya plate to try learning medical care

Kate: oh no the med staff tended to her, I was just helping. I just had to, shes one of my best friends after all.

13: ah gotcha. Sorry, dont mean to pry but shouldnt her heart monitor be on?

Kate freezes for a brief moment and some color drains from her face.

Kate: uh-

Before kate can react 13 has turned on the monitor for her and to her surprise, she sees the dual heartbeats again.

The doctor stops and stares at the screen. Kate sits back as her own heart sinks into her stomach.

Osgood wakes up suddenly at the sound of the computer and stares up at the doctor in horror

13: why do you have 2 heartbeats?

Osgood is too stunned to speak, kate who's normally an impeccable speaker was also at a loss for words

13: kate... were you holding chest xrays when I came in?

Kate cant give an answer.

13: let me see them. Please.

Kate looks to osgood as if silently pleading for help. Osgood closes her eyes with a sigh and gives her a nod.

Kate slowly and hesitantly pulls out the xrays which 13 takes tentatively. Sure enough, the impossible was true.

Osgood had 2 hearts.

There was no mistaking it.

13: Osgood... why do you have 2 hearts?

The doctor couldnt describe her emotions in that moment even with a gun to her head. A sizable part of her was convinced this couldn't be real, this had to be a dream or something.

Osgood: ..... there's a lot you don't know about me....

13 remained silent, listening.

Osgood: I'm not actually a human. I'm... I'm a timelord...

13 didn't know what to say, there were thousands of questions and thoughts racing through her head. There was so much she wanted to say, so much to ask.

Osgood: to ease one of your worries first, no, I'm not a spy for rassilon. I have no affiliation with them whatsoever, I'm a rogue just like you.

Osgood gently grabbed 13's hand and made a telepathic link between them. She opened her mind to the doctor, allowing her to see Osgood was telling the truth.

13 looked off to the side, racking her brain as she struggled to decide which of her thousands of questions she should ask.

13: so everything I thought I knew about you was a lie?

Osgood: pretty much. I'm not affiliated with the master either, just to quell that suspicion right away.

13: who are you then?

Osgood: I'm me. I'm just another rogue time war refugee who simply wants to live. I have no motives, I have no giant history, i just want to live in peace...

13: does anyone else know? Besides kate?

Osgood: no. I've been living as a human for the past 15 years.

13: how did you get to earth? Do you have a tardis too?

Osgood: yes. A newer model too.

13 thought carefully for a moment.

13: why did you join unit?

Osgood: I wanted to help humanity. I love them just like you. Plus, dealing with alien technology is familiar and comforting to me, gives me something to do.

13 stood back.

13: ... I think I've interrogated you enough for now. But I'll be back with more questions. This is... a lot to process...

And with that the doctor walked towards the door, her emotions just as immense yet indecipherable.

[quartervois]

@whitesuited

“if you were a SHIELD medic, that would have killed, by the way,” her nose crinkles a little when he gently hooks a finger around a stray wave of blonde to inspect what it’s been hiding underneath ————- more or less the full extent of expressions she’s able to currently make without some part of her face stinging in protest. “they think i’m hilarious.” ( they also think she’s too reckless for her own good and stubborn to a fault, but she begs to differ. ) but because it’s mulder and not the aforementioned SHIELD medic looking her over, she’s trying her best to stay still and cooperate; a task she’s already finding challenging based on the way her hands alternate from knotting in her lap to grabbing hold of the couch he’s got her sitting on.

she exhales a laugh, even if it means feeling the pinch - tug in her forehead long after she finishes that breath ———– the idea that she’s somehow the x - file when the company she keeps probably has their own subsection over there at the FBI.

       “for the record, i’m taking that as a compliment,” of all the monikers she’s collected over the years, walking x - file is definitely up there. “i suppose that means this” she has to gesture as best she can with her eyes; bright blues lifted in the direction of where he’s working, “should be right in your wheelhouse then.”

for a moment she debates insisting she’ll patch herself up now that he’s done the ironically dirty work of getting her cleaned up ——- it certainly won’t be the first time she’s sat down on a bathroom countertop and leaned into the mirror with a needle and thread. instead, she’s feigning offense with an over - the - top scoff ( at least as much of a recoiled reaction as her face will allow, yet again ) when he suggests no one’s going to notice a few mislaid rows of stitches.

       “so what are you saying there, agent? no more honeypot missions for me?”

"𝘐𝘍 𝘛𝘏𝘈𝘛 𝘞𝘖𝘜𝘓𝘋 𝘉𝘌 𝘔𝘠 𝘚𝘌𝘕𝘚𝘌 𝘖𝘍 𝘏𝘜𝘔𝘖𝘙," 𝘍𝘖𝘟 𝘑𝘖𝘒𝘌𝘋 𝘓𝘐𝘎𝘏𝘛𝘓𝘠, "𝘐'𝘔 𝘕𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘙 𝘑𝘖𝘐𝘕𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘚𝘏𝘌𝘐𝘓𝘋." There's the breath of a smile on the agent's lips, however, because he does find Sharon's dry and hit-or-miss sense of humor amusing. Just not laugh-til-you-hurt amusing. His touch is gentle and soft despite his rough fingertips. At times like this, he wished he had Scully around. She was a doctor, after all, and had helped him a lot with the damages of their duties. But, she was in a different department now and the X Files were ( temporarily ) decomissioned. The limbo between then and when the X Files would be reinstated was dragging and more than once, Fox had considered bothering Sharon about how to possibly join SHIELD. It seemed like the perfect place to pursue his interests but she had been rather secretive about what exactly the organization investigated and entailed.

Another government secret he was interested in exposing.

Sharon was a friend, however, and he didn't pry. Mind constantly buzzing with questions and observations about what, admittedly, little he had about SHIELD made being around her almost infuriatingly frustrating but he hoped in time she'd trust him enough to share. Certainly did seem more exciting if he were honest.

"Not much in the way of X Files, anymore," he admitted bitterly, "I am officially decommissioned. At least," a subtle tilt of his head as if shrugging without moving his shoulders, "--- the X Files are. Skinner made the decree a week ago and I am bored out of mind. Has me on tapes." His tone expresses, not only his absolute boredom with the charge of transcripting, but his hatred of it. He wanted his office back. He wanted his X Files back.

The stitches are less than tidy and he's sure there might be a small scar but they'd hold. As long as Sharon didn't get too energetic with doing her hair. "Do a lot of honey pot stings there in SHIELD, do ya?" Fox teased as he tided up the dried blood to her forehead and very tenderly placed a bandage over the stitches to keep them dry. "Some kind of boudaire stealth ops?" The boyish grin he was known for in school came back full force as his bright eyes found Sharon's with a chuckle both audible and evident in the way his gaze sparkled with mischief. He couldn't help it. The idea of Sharon whooping ass in some scandalous nighty made him laugh. "Maybe you should change departments, save yourself the humiliation."

[flexible-student-accommodation]

Earn While You Learn: 17 High-Paying Part-Time Job Opportunities for Students

In the competitive academic world of today's era, students are more and more keen to find a balance between their academic studies and the financial independence. The good news? There are a vast number of part-time job opportunities that do not only provide flexibility but are also quite lucrative. In the following, let's take a closer look at some of the higher paying part-time jobs that can help you to both earn while you learn.

1. Tutoring

Average hourly rate: $20-$50

Convert your good marks in the particular subject into income by tutoring your classmates, K-12 students, or even to superior students in your school. You can tutor from your home with tools like Chegg and TutorMe which can be downloaded through the website.

2. Freelance Writing

Average pay per article: $50-$500

The content market is the current ruler. Many online services, blogs, and companies are constantly on the lookout for the best authors available. You can also get clients through the platforms such as Fiverr and Upwork.

3. Web Development

Average hourly rate: $25-$100

If you are technology-savvy, doing web development can gain you a handsome part-time income. Many tiny businesses are interested in hiring someone who can help them to create and run their branded websites on the internet.

4. Social Media Management

Average monthly retainer: $500-$1,500

Companies are on the road for innovative social media managers. Your skill in technology might bring in some nice money.

5. Virtual Assistant

Average hourly rate: $15-$30

Let's say you are willing to be a part of a team that provides virtual assistants busy professionals, among other things, to manage their schedules, emails, tasks in other words to assist them to remotely do their jobs. In addition, this job suggests the capacity time and that it is portable.

6. Graphic Design

Average project rate: $100-$1,000

If you have an eye for design, creating logos, brochures, and marketing materials can be a profitable side hustle.

7. Photography

Average event rate: $100-$500

At weddings, the corporate sector and even during promotions, a photographer's assistance is very much needed. Grab your camera and let the beauty of the world come closer to a human.

8. Personal Training

Average hourly rate: $25-$100

Those who like fitness can take charges of their business and earn income through helping others reach their health targets.

9. Transcription

Average pay rate: $15-$30 per audio hour

Transcribe audio files to text for various sectors. Medical and legal transcription are some of the higher-paying careers.

10. Campus Brand Ambassador

Average monthly pay: $500-$1,500

Be an ambassador for appealing brands on your campus, promoting and organizing events.

11. Online Surveys and Market Research

Average earnings per survey: $1-$50

Surveys are not always money-making opportunities. Besides, a few quick surveys or focus-group meetings might allow you to earn some extra cash.

12. The Gig Economy

Average hourly rate: $15-$25

Teaching is one way that you can earn money from anywhere in the world by doing it online through platforms such as VIPKid or Gogokid.

13. Freelance Writing

Average hourly rate: $20-$50

Many small businesses need someone with good mathematical skills to help them manage their finances. If you're someone who's comfortable with numbers, you can be of great help here.

14. Campus Jobs

Average hourly rate: $15-$25

The crew for concerts, sports games, and conventions often get jobs at various companies. In such cases, people often get the additional perk of free admission, on top of the money.

15. Digital Nomads

Earnings potential: Varies widely

Selling products from various companies on your site and receiving a commission is what affiliate marketing is all about. You can make up to millions using this method, especially if you have a strong social media influence.

16. Tutoring (Academic and Otherwise)

Average hourly rate: $20-$50

The businesses that you will be working with will want to benefit from the fact that you are a grammar expert, so you will have to check, through the process of reading, the mistakes that you locate and tell theses businesses (or your classmates or friends) the errors that they make.

17. On-Campus Jobs

Average hourly rate: $12-$20

Tour campus and inform and guide prospective students and their families.

Optimizing Your Part-Time Opportunity

It's important to remember that while these part-time job opportunities can offer great earning possibilities, it's of utmost importance to do your best to keep the balance between work and study during the semester.

Here are the tips:

1. Schedule management: Always make sure that you give academic work a priority whenever it comes to deciding what activity to undertake.

2. Show difference between sleep: The great news is that most of these job opportunities are offered on a flexible basis, so know when your classes are held and go for the alternative that is suitable for your needs.

3. Job Search: Aim to join the companies where the role is focusing on your career path or the major you are taking. The courses are a tendency that labor market conditions have set.

4. Network: Working part-time can be the very beginning of a long-lasting connection and how it opens the door for future career opportunities.

5. Manage your earnings wisely: The wise management of your money can entail your not merely spending, but also saving part of it for future and emergency cases.

Finding Affordable Student Accommodation

Once you venture into your part-time job adventure, you may also want to look at your accommodation situation. Uninist, the leading student housing solution provider, has accommodations that are not only affordable but also cozy, offering just what a student needs. Many of their properties are near campuses and job opportunities, so taking the time to explore your options can lead to a more fulfilling and well-rounded student life, as you would work and study at the same time. In turn, the cost of living will be much lower. It is worth bearing in mind that wages, as well as housing, are the two most significant parts included in budgets.

If you are working part-time and looking for affordable housing, be smart in choosing a place to live. The Best! However, the skills and experiences you have gained and which might be a part of your part-time jobs are as important as the money you earn. Therefore, start now, and one day you will thank yourself for the boldness you displayed while searching for your goals even in the face of all difficulties.

[hersheythecure]

There's a pit in my stomach I must tend to.

Today feels like depression.

How can I see the bright side?

My mind fears my death.

.

Hey. You feel uneasy and afraid because of the trauma and the chemicals it's releasing in us. Because of what happened to you, not just in the present but in your past. When are you from? How can I help you? What is hurting you today? What are you afraid to say?

I don't want to die.

Hmm. Okay. Would it help if we went away? If we went where we could get some help? Today we see our new psych. Maybe we can change medications and see how that helps. But then it'll take time and doing that alone isnt the best idea. It's best to be monitored.

How will we make sure things get done for the house next week if we're in the hospital¿ we can't drop the balls. There's so much to do. I'm overwhelmed.

What have we said in the past?

There will be things to do regardless. Take care of yourself first. Everything else can wait. We're a great problem solver so we will figure it out. Dint worry about anyone else. You matter. I love you. I know you. I hear you and feel you.

Ahhh the hospital. The fear that they will tra sfer you to a veteran hospital against your will. Even when you aren't a danger to yourself or others. Maybe let's call the hospital and ask them if they have beds first and what is their policy on veterans. If they automatically transfer them to the VA or what. That will help us know what to do next. I know it's scary. We just got abused at a mental health facility. I'm so sorry. So very sorry.

Mother Mary is wailing wondering what we have done to deserve this. Why does God hate her so much. Why does God want her to feel this crushing pain in her chest. In her soul. Why did he abandon me.

Oooooo that's good. Let's grab at that piece.

Why did he abandoned me.

Who has abandoned you MM?

My papa , my husband's, my friends.

Yea. I'm so sorry. We were just born into this moment in time my love and we're doing our best. With everything we're all individually feeling and experiencing. It's so much.

Keep in my our chemical imbalance from mass trauma is affecting our perception of reality. By that I mean we're extra sad because the seratonin is I'm this bijhhhh. So know that it feels heavy because our medication regimen is no longer fit for tye Cycle our body is in. Let's advocate for that today without psych. We need help with the major depressive disorder especially going into these coming months. If we can get something to help us have a littleess feel bad chemicals maybe we can benefit from the feel good chemicals. It will take some time.

Yea it's gonna affect out ability to get into the ptsd program if we check in now. Let's look at our options today. See how we can use resources to be a support for us while we are alone.

Maybe every night we can call the WARM LINE and vent. And ask them if they can email us a transcript. It's hard to write when we're in distress. Let's find out if that's possible today.

Your son loves you. He won't hate you. You're doing your best and trying ti stay alive for him. It's pretty hard to. But you're doing it. Even if you don't make it, someone knows how much you love him and hopefully someday he will see it.

We've got to write our will. He cannot be shown anything until he's 33. 5 years to live with his fully developed brain and develop skills to manage his mental to be able to withstand the force that I am. My thoughts. My life. Maybe that'd still too early. Maybe 45. Where he's learned more about life and his mind is solid enough to process and hold who I am. I don't want to ruin his life with my trauma and pain. I don't want him to feel bad because he did not know what I went through.

You do not want to cause him pain. So stay so you may decipher you to him. Only you know who you are and why you are and only you can teach him how to navigate this. No one in his family goes to therapy to better themselves and they will hurt him with their insensitive words. You've gotta stay. Please let me help you find your will to live.

It's 2024, we're in GA. We did everything to secure stable housing for our son. We got onto the MICUM program and started our track to getting back into the civilian world. It took almost a year of begging for help but we did. I know you're angry about that because how dare they hurt my human. But we redirected that anger with the help of our wonderful brain and the universe sending information to us. We did our best with our physical condition. We had a partner that helped but needed help too, but didn't take any of what was available to him as a support for a veteran with ptsd. Now I know it is because he did not want to get discovered for who he truly is. I sometimes wonder the pain his brain must be in. Focus. EMDR. It's going to be okay. We've got things to do today. I love you.

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