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barnbridges · 1 year ago

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If you shared any thoughts you had on the twins as children/their childhood I'd commit unspeakable crimes for you

if you asked....

TW: mentions of sexual assault, mentions of eating disorders, religious trauma ;

Charles' first taste of guilt was that it was for him and him alone that Camilla was brought into the world. His father wanted a son to name after himself and pawn off to his mother, and their mother wanted a ride home on a winter night. Camilla came out first and screaming and left their father angry, to where he missed Charles' birth getting fucked up at the bar. They were named Charles Lycurgus IV and Camilla Róisín by their Pop and Nana, with vague agreements from their parents and maternal aunt.

Senator Charles Lycurgus Macaulay III got sworn into office a couple of days after the birth of his children, and was off to DC more than he was ever at home. Cecelia Macaulay was a girl herself at 17 and read them Oliver Twist to both lull them and sleep herself. She never wanted to go to DC. Her 17th birthday she debated if she wanted to go to Rutgens or Columbia, her 18th birthday had her two children in pretty pink onesies in attendance. The picture of the 3 of them with "Momma, Mille and Lee" neatly scribbled atop it used to rest at Charles' desk at the Childhood Education Center.

Their aunt Minerva was kicked out of the funeral for announcing her pregnancy at the service. It's why she even tried to fight for custody, a bit of spite (a bit of trying to bring her last surviving brother back, the one she lost way before he was dead). Mary Gray Addelson was not there to listen to the Macaulay dramatics of any of it. They sort of got forgotten in a room with cousin Catie and Miss Louvinia from Charlotte, but who could blame someone of sparing such small children the sight of their dead parents. They brought Camilla in to throw a fistful of dirt, Charles was asleep.

They were miss Mille and mister Lee before anyone realized how and why, they just grew into the nicknames and never wondered. "Lala" and "Charlie" never stuck besides on old kindergarten clothes with dirty labels.

Pop tried taking on teaching them to read, but was too blind for Ma's ripped paperbacks of Twain and Fitzgerald that she brought with her from South Carolina when moving in. Ultimately, it was miss Minerva they telegraphed from Roanoke to spend the hours reading to them so they could learn to speak. Camilla's first word was "bear", Charles' was "please". They began speaking with others at age 3.

Birthdays were always spent with aunt Minerva and cousin Jay, usually the most memorable part being the drive from Virginia to South Carolina. Aunt Minnie has never been mean to them, but there has always been a cold air between the pictures of the blonde woman and the three children she's walking around the amusement parks. The neighbor's cats made the children happy, at least.

Charles bit cousin Jay's finger at Christmas when he was 5 and Jay was 4 for trying to climb into bed with Nana, it makes her sad. Aunt Minnie left in a ruckus and Pop took up smoking again. It's called the incident, and they don't discuss it to the day.

The majority of Macaulays are blond with dark blue eyes, it was their mother Cee who had iron grey eyes and mousey brown hair. Charles doesn't want to admit he feels he desecrates her by bleaching his. It's a knot in Charles' throat that Camilla and Jay look too much like aunt Minerva and father at their age that never leaves, no matter how old they are.

Camilla was always Pop's favorite, picking him wildflowers and listening in while he gardened. For their 13th birthday, he gave Camilla Father's signet ring, the C III turned into a CM. Pop taught her to read in French and took her to singing lessons with miss Petunia Bell, the old lady of the town. Charles loved helping grandma in the kitchen when he was small, but eventually was kicked out because it was not a man's job.

Mawmaw stabbed Pawpaw and herself before they were even born, but from Mother's side of the family, they did meet Mary Gray and Ormie, back then a junior at Williams. Ormie was cozy with the uncles and bought Nana chocolates from when he went to Europe for a summer. Miss Catie or Cousin Lalie always snickered behind the back of the awkwardness of Mary Gray's smoking problem, she's always been less about the colors of azaleas and more on the drinking bar.

Charles painted Camilla's nails since grandma's hands began shaking too badly to keep up the perfect glazy pink. They always ended up chipped within the hour, but it became a ritual. Aunt Mary Gray showed up to their confirmation dinner a bit springy but with a tiny box of lacquers and a bigger box of mini bottles, and both ended up in Charles' side of the room.

They spent one summer with Ormie's folks at Cape Cod, some folk endeared by that Charles could butcher Gaelic and sharply calls her Roe if she walks too far ahead of him. He called Minnie to pick them up within three days.

It was aunt Minnie who taught them Greek on a whim, gardening with Camilla on a Saturnday and mumbling lowly about mandrakes and the Greek superstitions. The knowledge of names of pill bottles long expired from the long-since closed cabinet of Dr. Constance Minerva Macaulay herself, bits and pieces on herbs and Latin superstitions. The Last July she even drove Pop from Virginia to spend a couple of weeks with the three of them grandkids in the dirt of the garden in Gable, a stick's throw away from Charleston. He'd die less than 2 weeks after they are back in Virginia, but it was not a surprise for anyone. Charles Macaulay Jr had been a good man, but it was time he joined his son and daughter in law.

Charles took it worst, already a child seemingly without rest or purpose beyond walking behind his sister's skirt or talking up aunties, just rapidly free-fell. He stopped eating at first, and even Camilla couldn't get through to him. He studied his Greek and his Latin and flowers and closed himself off to their prodding eyes. He began sleeping in the attic, leaving the little shared childhood bedroom with only Camilla's bed touched for months. Neither Orman nor Mary Gray, even the cries of Jay scratching at the doors really did much, "he is possessed". They called a priest.

It was about salvation and confession, and things Charles whispered behind the attic door to a face unseen, that made him finally get out and face them once. The Father held his hand as he went down to eat something besides dried flowers and moldy crackers for the first time in weeks and brushed his hair for him. Charles began going to church, dragging Camilla wordlessly with him. He began playing the organ then. The piano came later, with Mrs Carter from church asking if he cared perhaps for her son's confirmation. He never learned to read notes proper, but his hands played fast.

He was a youth pastor at the local church fast, a story to smile at politely when old ladies began clinging to him about it. Camilla never quite understood his comfort in the crowds of them, but it made it easier to forget and live on. He did not go to either Minnie or Mary Gray for the summer, choosing to stay in Virginia with Nana and the church.

By the beginning of July, Nana called Camilla back and paid for her ticket from Boston, Lee was sick again. They never get to why, and Camilla knows better than to ask. He chewed at wallpaper and shaved his head, he tried to sign up for the military, he pulled a gun on another pastor. He began drinking for the first time. While he was calm, it was Minerva who called, face white and hands shaking, that the Institute for Troubled Youth of Something Something take him, no matter the price. Charles was in Nevada, undergoing Christian wilderness therapy for the evils in less than a fortnight. Camilla told their aunt he's never speaking to her again.

Survive the wilderness Charles did, but vacant doesn't begin to describe it. He came back thinner than he left, gaunt and prone to fevers and wild swings. Nana tried taking him to the doctor's but he never listened. He too, never would step foot in South Carolina again.

[Part 2]

#eating disorder tw #murder tw #religious trauma tw #sa tw #the secret history #camilla macaulay #charles macaulay #im also mind you *cough* depressingly mostly a charlesposting girl #i have cami thoughts and feelings clearly but this might come off a little unilateral... if so i am sorry in advance

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wroteonedad · 2 years ago

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X (2022)

I hate horror movies. It's never because horror movies have scared me or because of the genre itself, I just find them boring and repetitive. There's never really anything about a horror movie that gives me any type of wow factor. Something about X on the other hand drew me in and I still don't think it's to do with the narrative of the overall movie.

There's sex. Lots of sex. If you ever sit with your family and decide to watch a movie with them, don't let it be this one. If you're anything like me where at my big age I still look away from the sex scenes when I'm watching a film with my dad and pretend I don't know what sex is. It's an awkward film to play out loud anyway, I felt the urge to message my flat and be like 'no I'm not watching porn by the way'. And the sex gets worse at the end of the film because next thing you know you're watching two crumpled skeletons moaning loudly and doing missionary in the dead of the night. The real horror in my eyes.

There's also murder, which we knew was going to happen. It's a horror after all. Some of the murders that took place during the film were brutal, the type of brutal where I would physically have to turn away because I couldn't look at it anymore (Wayne). On the other hand, some of it was dull. I was looking at my screen like yes this is going to happen to this person and she's probably going to be eaten by the alligator. I know there was foreshadowing and it was used effectively, but it was predictable in a number of places and I was left feeling a little bit whelmed by it.

The real saving grace of this film was the cinematography. This is a beautiful film, there are so many shots that are filmed with a chefs kiss. To an extent the way that its filmed also feels like a parody towards RJ (Owen Campbell) where he speaks about how he doesn't want the film to just be porn, he wants it to have a narrative, a deep cut story and he wants it to look beautiful. This is where Lorraine (Jenna Ortega) snaps back by stating people are watching the movie for the tits and ass. It was refreshing to see the film captured through the lens of RJ as well as the mixture of cinematic shots in general.

The development of the characters worked well too, had they not been developed I think this film would be boring when considering there is not a huge plot / narrative. It really is as simple as we went to this house to film a porn movie and we were all slaughtered by the crazy lady and her husband. I grew to like Lorraine more the further the movie went on, the way she went from quiet and mousey to being the outspoken I deserved better character. I wish there was more of a development on Jackson's (Kid Cudi) character, but I also know his device was to be the main man in the porn movie, so they left more character development to other characters.

My absolute favourite part of the movie was RJ crying in the shower in the middle of the night because his girlfriend wanted to sleep with Jackson as part of the movie. His fragile masculinity was showing so bright during that scene and it was laughable. I also developed a love / hate relationship for Pearl (Mia Goth) and Howard (Stephen Ure) the way they seemed like generic white supremacists upon first scenes, just to learn they're crazy mass murderers and Pearl was the crazy horny grandma. Lock them up and throw away the key.

The main reason I watched this film is because I really want to watch Pearl (2022). I've heard some incredible things about the film, however upon a general Google search I quickly came to realise that it was best to watch X before jumping into Pearl because it spoils some of the story from the original film. I will say this to anyone who has not watched the two films yet to watch X first. What have I learned from this movie experience? Never to go to Texas in the 1970s and stay at someone's home that was probably found on Craigslist in case I get brutally murdered for being sexually active.

Overall, I rate this film a solid 3 stars.

You can stream X on Amazon Prime now

#writing #review #x #x review #movie review

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yllem · 10 months ago

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My Grandma Died

I have avoided this post for a long time. Today is January 2nd, 2024. I haven't written in several months and this is a very hard post to make.

Mid October was one of the craziest weeks of my life. Let's start with Monday:

October 16th: I hear that the first client I ever signed is looking to get out of their contract. I win $170 in an NFL pick em's league. Low. High. I receive a call from Kelli, Bruce's girlfriend. This seemed weird. It was after 11pm in Ohio and she does not call me. I answer the phone expecting bad news. My dad had been in Ohio a lot in 2023 visiting his parents, mostly my grandpa who was not doing very well. I was prepared to hear the hard words from Kelli.

She says something like: "Melly, I don't know how else to say this, but I can imagine you know that I'm not calling with good news. Grandma had a stroke. She's in a coma and it's a matter of days. We can't get ahold of your dad." I shot up in bed. GRANDMA? I immediately call Laura who I know will be across the hall. She relays the message to which he responds "whaaaaaaat" three times. I forgot to mention the coma, but he goes to call Bruce. On the phone with Laura I hear him reenter the room, she is in the kitchen with mom, and say "yeah, my mom is going to die."

While all of this is going on, Bob is in the hospital. They think he may have cancer.

The rest of the week is sad. Dad does not give any updates to me, so I hear everything from Laura. There isn't much to say.

October 19th, 2023: Dad sends a text at 1:34pm letting us know grandma has passed away. It is all very surprising and fast. Mom calls me. She says it's the best ending for her. She was a worrier and didn't have to feel scared about dying. She didn't have to deal with the pain or suffering of sickness. Her ending, while surprising, was very peaceful.

I still feel the emptiness that she filled. The sadness is different than when grandpa had died last August.

October 21st: Mom and Laura leave for Ohio. Dad calls asking if Joe can stay with Belle. He's been attacked by two pitbulls on the run and needs to get stitches. Tim continues to be a pain in the ass about when we will leave together for Ohio (has flag football and softball on Monday nights). He eventually comes to his senses.

October 22nd: I am in Chicago because Joe and I have fall ball playoffs. Our team has a chance at the championship. We win game one and go on to the 3pm game. This team has only one loss: to us the weekend prior. During the second or third inning a girl on our team has her first seizure in the dugout. Her parents were not there. She had mentioned a strong headache and then that she couldn't see. She started a groaning cry before collapsing in Bob and Joe's arms who were steadying her. A mom on the other team is a nurse and times everything. She is a great help. The player is taken away by ambulance with her younger sister. She makes a full recovery. The team goes on to win, not by one like last weekend, but by 7. We lose in the championship on the 24th, but it was a great team to be a part of.

October 23rd: Tim and I go to Ohio and it is sad. It is sad to see my grandpa who spent more than 65 years loving her and all of her quirks. They spent every day together and I'm sure she filled much of his quiet days brought on by old age.

October 24th: Everyone worried about grandpa during the wake. The casket is closed because Grandpa says that's what she wanted. Mousey, Danny, Dee Dee, Mark, Grandma, Eileen, Tom, and Anita come. The funeral is sad as Bruce's friend Frank chokes up during the funeral. Dad, Tim, Taylor, Bruce, Chris, and Mack are pallbearers. Dad, Mom, Bruce, and Grandpa sit in the front. Dad chokes up after setting down the casket about how light it is. He tried hard to keep it together, but little things get that man.

The weather is beautiful. Despite it being end of October, the weather is near 80 degrees. There is lots of sunshine. She wouldn't have to be cold.

The luncheon is at Bennetts. Tim, Laura, and I grab hamburger wagon for the non-Ohio guests to try. We spend the day at a bar later with Kaley, Chris, Madison, and the girls. It felt like good bonding.

Ohio is a sad place to be these days. A reminder that, eventually, we all must go. I am not good with loss and it is sad to see my grandpa get older and older- something we did not witness with my other grandpa given his distance. It is still nice to visit the cousins. I will be sad to update this again, eventually.

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pie-shenanigans · 4 years ago

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How i headcannon every Magnus archives character's hair:

John : he growed his hair out in college, the moment his grandma didnt have a say on it any more. He has a dark rich brown colour with a few grey streaks with a brighter and more prominent one in the front. His hair i quite curly, he doesn't know how to do curly hair and brushes through it dry, so it is frizzy and messy (someone show him the curly girl method please). He usually keeps it in a low back ponytail to get out of the way but it still always does. Secretly jon really loves his hair, and it is the thing he likes the most about his appearance, but he wouldn't say that outloud to nobody. After the apocalypse while still in the safehouse he gives himself an absolute massacre of a haircut, cutting it very short with kitchen scissors, it was very uneven, he accidentally left some longer whispy spots and has some bald patches, Martin tried to help but he only made it worse. It was the first time in weeks either of them laughed.

Martin: has dark blond hair, he always kept it very short in a generic "mens cut" because he never really knew how to do it. He always goes to the closest and cheapest barber he finds. Maybe once or twice he had an idea of a haircut he wanted to try out, but was always to shy to ask for it. Sometime during s4 he stopped getting it cut and let it get kinda long for the first time ever. In s5 his hair gets to around his chin, he discovers that his hair is a bit wavy. His hair is very very soft, he enjoys twidiling with it when he's stressed. John likes Martin's hair like this, he says it frames his face nicely.

Sasha (the real one): she has pin straight shiny brown hair. It is quite long and goes down to her waist. She is painfully trying to grow out bangs she cut while drunk more than a year ago. She enjoys doing all kind of hairstyles and changes them up often. to work she usually puts it up in a bun or a half up- half down hairstyle.

Tim: he has one of those "floppy" haircuts when the sides and back are cropped short and the top is long. He definitely dyed it many different colours in the past, most noticeablly purple. When he landed a job at the institute Elias insisted he would dye it to his natural brown colour and he agrees but is still salty about it. His ends are still very damaged from years of bleach. In s 1-2 he used to take care of it very often, and went to the salon every month and a half to get it re-cut. In s3 he stops caring and lets it get long and messy, he starts wearing it in a bun to get it out of his way. It does not look very nice.

Melanie: her poor hair has not seen its natural colour in years. It has been dyed every colour and bleached way to many times. The thing is damaged beyond repair. When she joins the institute Elias asks her to dye it back to her natural colour, a mousey brown, but she dyes it an electric blue as a big "fuck you Elias". After she leaves the institute she decided to give it a rest and stopped dyeing it. It faded into an uneven green mess. She hasn't have time to redye it since the apocalypse, but Georgie promised her she well help her once they have time.

Georgie: she has very curly and bouncy hair styled into a bob around jaw length with a few face framing strands that maybe could pass as bangs. The ends of her hair are dyed a honey blond, and are the remaining evidence of a questionable dye job from years back, maybe when she was still with John. Her roots are a rich brown, almost black colour.

Basira: Basira is a higabi. For work she usually picks a simple dark (usually black) stretch-cotten scarf that she ties on her nape. She does also have a collection of nicer headscarfs that she wears for special occasions, many of them silk with beautiful patterns. she is also really good a tieing them in creative ways but no one from the archives staff or the police have seen her do that.

Daisy: she has a pin straight, dark blond lob, hitting exactly her collar bones. It is very well kept and always looks stern and tidy, even during a hunt. After the coffin she lets go of her pedantic maintenance routine and lets it grow a bit longer. Everyone, including Basira is shocked to learn that daisy's hair is naturally a warm Auburn that curls slightly. She starts growing her roots out and stops straightening it and began wearing it in a loose messy bun.

Elias: he has a sleek and professional haircut with salt and pepper stripes that look so perfect that they seem dyed. His hair is always in impeccable condition, with never a single hair out if place. Tim and Sasha suspect it's maybe a wig.

Note; i dont have specific race headcannons so i didnt specify any race- specific hairstyle. John, Georgie and Basira are left ambiguous on purpose.

#tma spoilers #tma season 5 #the magnus archives #mag pod #jonathan simms #martin blackwood #tim stoker #sasha james #melanie king #basira hussain #daisy tonner #Georgie barker #elias bouchard

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jaarimasheng · 3 years ago

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My Favorite Grey’s Anatomy Characters (FEMALE)

I vaguely remember hearing my mom talk about Grey’s Anatomy when I was young. I then thought about it as an “adult show” (not in the pg18 sense, but like the shows that adults watch), so when Netflix put the show up, I decided to give it a try. The least I expected out of this show was to get attached to the characters and the show itself. But then it gives me so many emotions every time I watch. I have cried, laughed and fell in love again and again. 11 seasons in, and here I am, dedicating a whole blog post (AND MORE TO COME) to the show.

Not only that but the show showcases some of the strongest female characters in television history. They featured women with tragic and very traumatic backstories, and turned them into very inspiring ones. ⁽ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵒˢᵗ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵃᶦⁿˢ ˢᵖᵒᶦˡᵉʳˢ ᵉˢᵖ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ʷʰᵒ ʰᵃᵛᵉⁿ'ᵗ ʷᵃᵗᶜʰᵉᵈ ᵃⁿʸ ᵉᵖᶦˢᵒᵈᵉˢ ʸᵉᵗ⁾

1. 𝓜𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓖𝓻𝓮𝔂

ᵖᶦᶜᵗᵘʳᵉ ᵗᵃᵏᵉⁿ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵖᶦⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗ

Who doesn’t love a heavily traumatized lead character? Merdith Grey is not only a badass for overcoming her traumas despite ignoring them for years, but she’s also a badass for taking them as her life lessons and learning from her past mistakes.

Some of Meredith’s traumas:

She unknowingly has seen her mom with her lover (at such a young age)

Saw how ruined her mom got when both her marriage and the extra marital relationship didn’t work out

Suffered the consequences of her mom's ambitious nature

She had to live with her mom’s expectations and had to live in her shadow after following her footsteps

Became a mistress without knowing and was humiliated by Derek’s wife

Has seen her friends on the deathbed

Almost got herself killed a couple of times

Suffered from miscarriage

Got cheated on

Lost her sister on a plane crash she was also in

ABANDONMENT! Literally almost everyone she loved has moved away or died

And many more. But then, she kept going. She proved her mom wrong. She proved her traumas wrong. She went on to build a happy family despite coming from a very broken one. She has forgiven people who did her wrong so many times. She took on the career that had stolen her mom and her childhood away, (and she’s rocking it). She became the mom she never had to her kids and the wife her mom never was. She has done it all with her humility intact. She’s literally an icon of being a bad bxtch: a badass, tough, and classy queen.

“𝐹𝒶𝒾𝓁𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓋𝒾𝓉𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒, 𝓊𝓃𝒶𝓋𝑜𝒾𝒹𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒. 𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝒻𝒶𝒾𝓁𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹. 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉. 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓃𝑜 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒶𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝓈𝓌𝑒𝓇, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉’𝓈 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 𝒩𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝑔��𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝓃. 𝒩𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓊𝓅. 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓊𝓅. 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓊𝓅 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝒾𝓉.”- Meredith Grey, Season 10 Episode 12

2. 𝓛𝓮𝔁𝓲𝓮 𝓖𝓻𝓮𝔂

ᵖᶦᶜᵗᵘʳᵉ ᵗᵃᵏᵉⁿ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵖᶦⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗ

Being raised as an only child, I couldn’t really blame Meredith for reacting the way she did when she first met Lexie. Not to mention she started off as someone who **almost flirted with Derek when he was being unstable with Mer. She isn’t Meredith’s only sister, but they share the same dream and passion: medicine. She was known among the residents as “Lexipedia” because of her photographic memory. Not only am I very much attracted to intelligent characters, but Lexie was also quirky and funny. She easily forgave Meredith and tried her best to understand her. They were able to work past their issues and be the best sister duo in the show, and Derek’s best neuro student. She’s someone who’s filled with so much love, and therefore gave as much love as she had in her.

At first, I couldn’t understand why she decided to let go of Mark instead of being open for discussion with him in regards to Mark’s children. they were literally perfect for each other and seeing her evade the topic on hand was somehow disappointing. But then, I remember her talking about being young and not being able to accept being a grandma. And it was something she had to accept even though Mark didn’t ask for her to. Because it was a part of who Mark was. And like she mentioned on the show, it’s not something someone so young can process right away. She needed time. Realizing how much she loved Mark and how ready she is to take it all in, she got brave and was ready to try again. I miss seeing her on the show. I wish her and Mark got their happy ending together. “𝐼𝓉 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁𝓈 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒. 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝒷𝑜𝒹𝓎 𝑒𝓁𝓈𝑒, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓉 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓂𝓈 𝒸𝓇𝒶𝓏𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓇𝒾𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒.” - Lexie Grey, Season 7 Episode 16

3. 𝓐𝓭𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓸𝓷 𝓜𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓰𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓻𝔂

ᵖᶦᶜᵗᵘʳᵉ ᵗᵃᵏᵉⁿ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵖᶦⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗ

Derek’s legal wife and someone who made sure Meredith knew where she should be standing especially in Derek Shepherd’s life. Other than getting tired of her husband’s passive aggressiveness especially after she cheated on him with his bestfriend, Grey’s Anatomy didn’t show us Addison’s back story much. However, her character made such an impact. She remained classy: she worked with her ex-husband and his “mistress”, and tried her hardest to keep things professional, acknowledged her mistakes which caused her marriage demise and gracefully moved on. I think I’ll be watching Private Practice as well because of her.

“𝐼 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝒶 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝓊𝓅 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔.”- Addison Montgomery

4. 𝓒𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓪 𝓨𝓪𝓷𝓰

ᵖᶦᶜᵗᵘʳᵉ ᵗᵃᵏᵉⁿ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵖᶦⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗ

We all need a bestfriend that brings us back to the ground when we’ve flown too high, who understands us more than we probably understand ourselves, who won’t judge us based on the decisions we make but won’t also hesitate to correct us when we’re taking the wrong way. We all need someone we can call our other half: our person. Meredith was lucky to have Cristina, and Cristina with Meredith. They started seeing each other as rivals, but grew to love each other more than like sisters. Both are strong, goal oriented, smart and gorgeous. Their opinions may clash at times, they’ve gone through countless misunderstandings, but things will always work out between them because they’re each other’s persons. She proved herself to be a main character on her own. Definitely not your “asian sidekick”. To some, Cristina may come off as arrogant, obnoxious and a know-it-all. But she’s like that because she has always walked her talk. She knows her capabilities and she’ll stop at nothing for the sake of improvement and expanding her knowledge. She’s an independent woman who tends to forget how much of a bad bitch she is at times, but before things get out of hand she goes right back to her self.

“𝐻𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝑒. 𝐵𝑒 𝓊𝓃𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓅𝓅𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒. 𝐵𝑒 𝒶 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝒸𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓃𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒. 𝐵𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝓎𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒹𝑜𝓃’𝓉 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝒶 𝒹𝒶𝓂𝓃 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝓎𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀𝓈. 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓃𝑜 𝓉𝑒𝒶𝓂𝓈 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒, 𝓃𝑜 𝒷𝓊𝒹𝒹𝒾𝑒𝓈. 𝒴𝑜𝓊’𝓇𝑒 𝑜𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝑜𝓌𝓃. 𝐵𝑒 𝑜𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝑜𝓌𝓃.”- Cristina Yang, Season 4 Episode 15

“𝒟𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓁𝑒𝓉 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉𝓈 𝑒𝒸𝓁𝒾𝓅𝓈𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹. 𝐻𝑒'𝓈 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝓎, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒽𝑒'𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝓃. 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒.” - Cristina Yang, Season 10 Episode 24

5. 𝓐𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓵 𝓚𝓮𝓹𝓷𝓮𝓻

ᵖᶦᶜᵗᵘʳᵉ ᵗᵃᵏᵉⁿ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵖᶦⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗ

She started off to be annoying, especially with the Mercy-Westers trying to “replace” our OG residents in Seattle Grace. With her unnecessarily high pitched voice and her obsession with faith, I did have a hard time watching her at first. Not to mention her clumsiness that almost cost the other residents’ job. However, not loving April Kepner is impossible. She grows on you, with her amazing character development.

She’s sweet, funny and kind. And she never forces her religion to other people, instead she inspires others using it. She proves that her charming appearance hides a charismatic strong and opinionated woman who never backs down especially when she knows she’s right. She never lets other people influence her decision and she sticks by with what she believes is the best. It’s also right to mention how well she manages the ER and how amazing of a trauma surgeon she is. She has her fair share of wrong decisions, a fair amount of people she has hurt, but that didn’t hinder her from giving the love inside of her around. She’s an amazing surgeon, an awesome friend and a very inspiring woman.

“𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝒾𝒻 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓂𝓈 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒾𝓉 𝒸𝒶𝓃'𝓉 𝒷𝑒 𝒻𝒾𝓍𝑒𝒹, 𝒹𝑜𝑒𝓈𝓃'𝓉 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝓃 𝒾𝓉'𝓈 𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓀𝑒𝓃.”- April Kepner, Season 12 Episode 11

An honorable mention to this list: 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓑𝓻𝓸𝓸𝓴𝓼

ᵖᶦᶜᵗᵘʳᵉ ᵗᵃᵏᵉⁿ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵖᶦⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗ

Mousey! My favorite post plane crash intern. She was more of a background character, but she was too cute not to notice. Not to mention she’s always been quirky, weird and pure. She rarely spoke bad against her attendings and her co-intern and Derek Shepherd treasured her so much. She could’ve been an amazing neurosurgeon.

AND THAT CONCLUDES this list (so far) I have 8 more seasons to catch up on and maybe someday, I’ll be able to edit and add more on to the list. Currently, Amelia and Jo are growing on me. Arizona has disappointed me so many times, Callie is starting to annoy me, Bailey is becoming less of a teacher like she’s always been and I’ve just started knowing Maggie Pierce, hence I didn’t include them. I can’t wait to write more about Grey’s. Weirdly enough, it has been my pandemic comfort show-- along with The Twilight Saga.

UPDATE ON THIS LIST: I have finally finished the 15 seasons in Netflix (still waiting for the last 2 seasons I AM BEGGING NETFLIX TO PLS UPLOAD IT NOW) and I have another addition on the list.

7. 𝓐𝓶𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓪 𝓢𝓱𝓮𝓹𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓭

ᵖᶦᶜᵗᵘʳᵉ ᵗᵃᵏᵉⁿ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵖᶦⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗ

She’s known as the Shepherds’ trouble child, a black sheep, the disturbed daughter. However, I believe we can all agree that Amelia is an amazing woman who’s misunderstood because of her unresolved childhood trauma, abandonment and daddy issues. Aside from her wit and skills as a neurosurgeon, I think she’s a great teacher and an awesome friend. She wasn’t the best wife to Owen, but I think she knows that she did her best. I have yet to see how her story with Linc unfolds but let me just put how amazing she is out here.

She has the funniest dark jokes and seeing her around is just a joy. Her sisters are truly missing out by shutting her out.

#greys greysanatomy shondaland #greys #greys anatomy #meredith grey #lexie grey #april kepner #addison montgomery #cristina yang #amelia shepherd

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Meant to be Together

WestAllen soulmate AU

Summary: When you kiss your soulmate for the first time, their name will appear on your wrist.

Barry Allen doesn't need a name on his wrist, he's always known who is soulmate is. What he doesn't know, is how to tell her, kiss her, and prove it.

Iris West is dying to know who her soulmate is. She's been eagerly awaiting him for years with no luck. But, when Eddie Thawne and Patty Spivot join the Central City Police force, Iris is confident they are her and Barry's respective soulmates.

Barry was expecting Iris in his lab for lunch. She always stopped by the CCPD precinct to say hello to him and her dad on Fridays. So, Barry wasn't startled when the door to his lab flew open and Iris came strutting in, heels clicking as she walked. What Barry was not expecting, was for Iris to throw her arms around him and hug him with all of her strength.

"Hey!" Barry laughed, putting his around Iris to reciprocate the hug.

She loosened her grip on Barry's torso slightly. “I have the best news to tell you. And then, even better news!”

When Iris looked him in the eyes, she was grinning wider than Barry'd ever seen. Iris had the kind of smile that could be felt, not just seen. It made Barry smile as a reflex.

He felt her trembling with excitement as he held onto her. Fearing Iris would burst if she didn't speak whatever was on her mind soon, Barry asked, "What's made you so happy?"

"I've met my soulmate!"

Iris' confident announcement caused Barry's smile to falter. He felt like the world had just crumbled down around him. Too distracted by her romantic imagination, Iris didn't notice Barry's reaction. She was giggling to herself and bouncing on her heels.

"Isn't it amazing?!" She squealed. "I've finally found him!"

Barry dropped his arms from Iris' sides and folded them across his chest. "Wh- Who is it?"

He felt more like a detective interrogating a suspect than a CSI talking to his best friend, but he didn't care.

Iris' eyes had a dreamy glaze. She gazed off into the distance and said in a honeyed voice, "His name is Eddie."

"EDDIE? As in, you're dad's new partner, that Eddie? Eddie Thawne?"

"Even his name sounds so right when I hear it."

Barry threw up in his mouth a little. His stomach felt like acid and he bit the insides of his cheeks.

"My dad just introduced me to him." Iris said. "It was an instant connection, love at first sight. We must be soulmates."

This wasn't the first time Barry had been sick with jealousy because of seeing Iris faun over another man. That's when he relaxed, remembering all the previous times Iris claimed to have met her 'soulmate'. His eyes darted to her wrist, her still blank wrist. Barry sighed in relief. It wasn't official yet. If Iris hadn't kissed Eddie yet, then she may just believe he's her soulmate. Just like she believed so many others could be over the years.

"You haven’t kissed him? How do you know for sure he's your soulmate?" Barry demanded.

Iris floated down from cloud nine and admitted, "Well, no, we haven't kissed yet. I don't have his name on my wrist, but-"

"Then," Barry interrupted. "You can't say you're soulmates."

"I just know we are!"

"Just like you knew Chad Cooper was your soulmate only to be crushed when you kissed at junior prom and nothing happened? Or, when you knew Eric O'Donnel was your soulmate until you found out he was cheating on you when you noticed another girl’s name on his wrist?"

Iris rolled her eyes. "This is different, Bear. It feels different."

Barry scratched his neck. “How?”

The annoyance faded from Iris’ demeanor as she smiled brightly again. “You’ll see how it’s different, when you meet Patty.” She said in a teasing tone.

Barry furrowed his brows. “Patty?”

“That’s the even better news, I met your soulmate too!”

Barry stood stiff, his only movement the slow blinks that conveyed his disbelief.

“Her name is Patty Spivot and she’s another one of the new detectives on the force.” Iris explained, ignoring Barry’s visible resistance to the idea. “She also loves forensic science, she even reads crime scene reports for fun! Plus, she’s really smart, top of her class at the police academy. My dad said Captain Singh was so impressed by her job as a beat cop, that he gave her a quick promotion to Detective. Barry, you of all people know how hard it is to impress Captain Singh! If that doesn’t tell you this girl is amazing, I don’t know what will.”

Barry shook his head. "I don’t know, Iris. We work together, won’t that be kind of weird?”

“No.” Iris dismissed the concern. “You work in the same building, you don’t work together. It will be fine.”

“What about you and Eddie?” Barry blurted out as the thought occurred to him. He was more interested in talking about Iris’ potential soulmate than his. “I mean, dating your partner’s daughter? Isn’t that against department regulations?”

Iris made a sour face. “I’m not going to let department regulations come between me and my soulmate.”

“Possible soulmate.” Barry corrected. “You don’t know for sure yet.”

Iris put her hands on her hips. “Well then, I’ll make sure. I’m going downstairs to ask him out right now.”

Barry moped in his lab for the rest of the work day, heart aching over a text Iris sent him, confirming that she got a date with Eddie, and it was tomorrow night. He felt a little guilty. Iris is his best friend and he should be happy for her, but he wished he could be the one to make her so giddy for a date.

Barry didn’t think he had anything to worry about. Iris would kiss and Eddie and when she saw that he wasn’t her soulmate, she’d quickly move on, just as she had with the half dozen other guys she thought could be the one. But, Barry knew Iris would be heartbroken. He kicked himself for failing to tell her how he feels so that they could kiss and see that they’re each other’s soulmate. His cowardice was keeping Iris on a doomed search for Mr. Right.

Ever since they became friends in the 3rd grade, Barry has adored Iris. As they grew up, he found himself feeling more and more for her. He tried to shrug it off as a little crush, but by the time they left for college and Barry was still pining for her, he had to accept that he was in love. The forever kind of love. Barry could never imagine breaking up with Iris. This is the soulmate kind of love. Barry believed with his whole heart that if he could only find the courage to tell Iris how he felt and kiss her, their names would appear on each other’s wrists.

Daydreaming of the scene as he walked to the CCPD elevators, Barry accidentally collided with another person.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry.” Barry apologized.

“Don’t be, it was my fault.” Sighed a mousey blonde woman, who bent down to pick up a pile of manila envelopes the bump into Barry had knocked out of hands. “I was looking at these files when I should have been looking where I was going.”

Barry bent down and helped the woman gather her things. He handed them back to her. “Here you go.”

“Thank you.” She said with an appreciative smile.

“Have a good night.”

Not thinking anything of the interaction and ready to get home, Barry walked to the elevator and hit the button. He was surprised when the woman called after him.

“Wait, are you Barry Allen?”

The elevator opened, but Barry was turned around looking back at the woman in confusion. It closed and left without the bewildered Barry on it.

“I am. How did you-”

“Sorry, I don’t mean to sound creep.” The woman laughed awkwardly. “It’s just, I’m a big fan.”

“A big fan?”

“Of your work as a CSI. I’ve read a lot of your crime scene reports and they’re all so detailed.”

“Oh!” Barry blushed. He’d never been compliment on his documentation before. “Thanks.”

“I’m Patty by the way, Patty Spivot. I’m one of the new detectives.”

Barry shook her hand. “I heard about you. You’re the one Captain Singh personally promoted, congratulations.”

Patty became shy and looked at the floor. “Thanks.”

“Well, it was nice meeting you, Patty. I guess I’ll see you around.”

“Ok.” Patty looked slightly disappointed. “Nice meeting you too, Barry.”

He was about to hit the elevator button again, when Patty added, “Hey, um- Maybe I should give you my phone number? You know, in case of something work related that you need to contact me about, you have it.”

“Uh- Sure.”

Patty fumbled with the her stack of files as she searched her pockets.

“Let me help you.” Barry offered, taking the files.

“Thank you, again!” Patty laughed nervously. She finally found a pen and paper, and wrote her number down. “There!”

They traded the slip of paper with her number and the files.

“Bye for real this time.” Patty said.

“Bye.”

Barry entered the West house and was immediately greeted by the smell of Grandma Esther’s casserole. Joe was carrying the fresh dish to the table.

“Hey Bear. Ow! Ow! Ow!”

“Dad, oven mitts!” Iris scolded.

Barry laughed and sat down across the table from Iris.

“I’m gonna go ice my hands.” Joe said, holding his hands stiff from the pain.

Iris cut herself a slice of casserole. As she put it on her plate, her and Barry made eye contact. Little moments like this were so casual, yet to Barry, they felt intimate. He beamed at her.

“I know that look.” Iris said, flashing him a devilish smile. “That’s an ‘I met my soulmate’ smile.”

She wasn’t wrong. Barry had met his soulmate alright, and he was with her right now.

“You ran into Patty, didn’t you?”

Barry rubbed his neck. “Yes, literally. I ran into her and made her drop a bunch of stuff.”

Iris waved her fork around in a circle. “That’s the perfect meet-cute story!”

Barry scrunched up his nose. “We weren’t in a coffee shop, so not quite perfect.”

"Come on, Bear!” Iris gave his leg a little kick under the table. “Badass cop who doubles as a CSI nerd is like your dream girl. Don’t you like her?”

Barry shrugged. "Yeah, she seems like a nice person and she must be really good at her job.”

“Are you going to ask her out?” Iris pried.

“I don’t even know if she’s interested in me. I mean, she gave me her number but-”

Iris’ jaw dropped. “She did?! Already? Oh my god, Barry, she’s definitely into you!”

“You really think so?”

“Absolutely.” Iris assured him. “Hey, you should ask her out on a double date with me and Eddie tomorrow night!”

Barry's eyes widened. “What? No, no, no.”

“Why not?”

Barry struggled for a response. “Because it- it’s too soon. She probably made plans for tomorrow night already.”

“Nope. I talked to her today and she said she wasn’t doing anything all weekend.”

Barry sighed. He didn’t know what excuse to give.

“What’s wrong?” Iris asked. “Are you not into Patty?”

“I don’t know what you want me to tell you. I mean, she’s great. You know, she’s adorable and funny. And, we have a lot in common.”

Iris frowned. “I’m sensing a butt coming.”

“I don’t know. She’s not....”

Barry wanted to say ‘you’. But, now would be awful timing.

Iris looked at him expectantly, waiting for to her what Patty was not. Thankfully, Barry was spared answering because Joe walked back in and changed the subject.

“So, you two got any plans for this weekend?”

Iris sat up straight and looked proud. “As a matter of fact, I have a date tomorrow night.”

Joe shot her his usual, ‘who is he and where am I going I burry his body’ look he always had when Iris told him about a date.

“I think it’s going to be a really special one too.” Iris mused, dancing in her seat a little.

Joe’s eyes glared at her as he buttered a roll. “Why is that?”

“Because, I think he’s my soulmate!”

Barry rolled his eyes out of instinct.

Joe’s distain turned to concern. “Honey, it’s not a good idea going into the date thinking that. You’re setting yourself up for another disappointment.”

“But, I really want him to be the one.”

“Is that because you love him or because you want to have found your soulmate?”

Iris played with the food on her plate. “Well, we just met so it’s too early to say I’m in love. Maybe love at first sight?”

“First sight?” Joe questioned. “How long ago is ‘just met’?”

“This afternoon.”

Joe laughed with a mouth full of casserole.

“It’s not funny!” Iris said, offended.

“You’ve known the man less than 24 hours and you think he’s your soulmate?” Joe quelled his laughter with a sip of water. He muttered into the glass, “Must be really cute then, huh?”

“He is.”

“But Iris, you haven’t made a real connection yet. A soulmates is so much deeper than just thinking someone is cute. It’s an unbreakable bond of love, trust, friendship, and dedication.”

“Says the man who hasn’t met his soulmate.” Iris remarked, gesturing to her father’s blank wrist.

“Not everyone finds their soulmate.” Joe said sadly.

“Not everyone finds a way to tell their soulmate how they feel.” Barry mumbled to himself. He hadn’t intended for Joe or Iris to hear, but Iris evidently did.

She perked back up and said, “I agree, Barry. Dad, you have to ask out the cute DA. You like her and she likes you.”

“We were talking about you.” Joe reminded her. “You and the guy you just met who you think is your soulmate.”

“Tomorrow night at this time, I’ll find out for sure.” Iris said confidently.

Joe shook his head in disapproval. “Iris, you’re supposed to get to the know the person, build a relationship with them, and then kiss to see if you’re soulmates. It won’t be as impactful if you aren’t in love.”

“Says who?” Iris scoffed. “I’ll learn to love him if he’s my soulmate, I’ll have to.”

Joe pointed his finger at her. “See, that right there is wrong mentality to start a relationship with.”

Iris rolled her eyes again. Barry could tell she was trying to tone out Joe’s lecture.

“You need to know him before you can love him. Of all the couples I’ve met, the happiest soulmates are the ones who took the time to get to know one another first. You and this man, do you even know his name?”

“Of course!” Iris said, her voice cracking. She tensed up.

Barry gave her a reassuring look.

“Eddie Thawne.”

Joe dropped his fork and it fell with a clatter on his plate. Then, there was silence.

“Joe, say something.” Barry begged, hating the awkwardness in the room.

“You’re going out tomorrow night with my new partner?” Joe asked.

Iris nodded.

“You really think he could be your soulmate?”

“Like I said,” Iris stood up. “I’ll know tomorrow night.” She went into the kitchen with her empty plate.

Barry’s eyes lingered on Iris as she walked away, till Joe’s whisper got his attention.

“Pssst, Barry.”

“Hmm?”

Joe looked very serious. “You have to tell her how you feel.”

Barry felt so embarrassed. His face was hot and red as the sweater he was wearing. Joe confronted Barry about his-apparently obvious-feelings for Iris a few years ago. Since, Joe had been urging Barry to tell her.

For the millionth time, Barry refused. “I can’t, Joe. Not right now.”

“She’s desperate to find her soulmate. That’s why she’s about to go out with Eddie. But, she’ll be crushed when she finds out they aren’t soulmates. Meanwhile, the guy who knows he’s her soulmate sits back and watches.”

“She likes Eddie. If I tell her how I feel right now, before she goes out with Eddie and finds out for herself that he’s not the one, she’ll just be confused.”

“Confused is better than hurt.” Joe insisted.

“Joe, you know the last thing I want to do is hurt Iris. But, I can’t tell her. At least not until she after tomorrow night.”

Joe contemplated for a moment, then said. “Well, if you’re going to let her get her heart broken, you better be there to put it back together after.” He got up and left Barry alone at the table, feeling conflicted.

He wanted to tell Iris how he felt. But, she had to know Eddie wasn’t her soulmate first. Unfortunately, that meant she’d have to experience some heartache first. Barry would be there to help her through it.

That’s when Barry got an idea. A way for him to be with Iris tomorrow night and help her through the pain as soon as it hits. Barry pulled the slip of paper with Patty’s number on it out of his pocket and dialed it on his phone.

Each ring filled him with more anxiety. Part of him hoped Patty wouldn’t answer, but, on the fourth ring, she picked up.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Patty. This is Barry, from before. I was uh- wondering if you were doing anything tomorrow night?”

A/N: Thank you for reading. Hope you enjoyed this! More chapters to come. Probably only 1 or 2 more. I originally intended this to be just one chapter, but i got carried away writing and if I try to fit all this into one chapter it will be way too long.

#westallen #westallen fic #westallen fanfiction #westallen au #the flash fanfiction #barry allen x iris west #barry x iris #iris x barry #eddie thawne #patty spivot #spallen #westhawne #westallen soulmate #barry allen #iris west #iris west allen

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bubblegumbi-tch · 7 years ago

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GET TO KNOW ME!

I was tagged by the lovely @otsukaresope thank you!(and yes, I copied and pasted yours and changed my answers too)

Rules: Answer these 92 statements and tag 20 people. (lol you know i’m not tagging that many people)

THE LAST: 1. Drink: Mango Juice 2. Phone call: My dad 3. Text message: My dad again 4. Song you listened to: There Was A Rapper by Dizraeli & the Small Gods 5. Time you cried: looooord I have no idea, I cry all the time.. i think it was like two or three days ago..

HAVE YOU: 6. Dated someone twice: No 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: No 8. Been cheated on: Not that I know of 9. Lost someone special: Hasn’t everyone? 10. Been depressed: I guess 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: Yes, only once, I learned my lesson.

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS: 12. Blue or any variation on it 13. Yellow/Orange 14. Very dark pink/red/purple kinda colour if you know what I mean

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU: 15. Made new friends: Yes, surprisingly 16. Fallen out of love: lol i’ve never even been IN love 17. Laughed until you cried: Probably yeah, i used to do it a lot more than i do now though sadly 18. Found out someone was talking about you: I found out a guy wouldn’t shut up about me because he liked me if that counts.. 19. Met someone who changed you: I don’t think so, no 20. Found out who your friends are: I already knew who my friends are 21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: Yes

GENERAL: 22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: All of them I’m pretty sure 23. Do you have any pets: Omg, yes! I have two cats, a dog, two budgies, a bearded dragon, a tortoise and two chickens! 24. Do you want to change your name: When I was little me and my best friend went through a phase of wanting to change our names, but of course we never did. 25. What did you do for your last Birthday: My family all came to see me and then my parents took me out for a meal in the evening. 26. What time did you wake up: Ugh 7am to pack up from camping and come home, it’s the earliest I’ve been up in ages! 27. What were you doing at midnight last night: Messaging my friends and trying to sleep. 28. Name something you can’t wait for: Hixtape of course and also to get my flipping uni accommodation confirmation so I can start planning my room! 29. When was the last time you saw your mom: About 30 seconds ago, she’s in the kitchen 30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: I wish I was more confident and sociable (I’m a lot better than I used to be but it’s still something I’m working on!) 31. What are you listening to right now: Nothing, although I’ve been recently rediscovering Yoongi’s mixtape, specifically The Last... It’s making me emo af. 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: Yeah I know of so many Tom’s 33. Something that is getting on your nerves: My menopausal mother (sorry mum) and my over helpful, dithering grandmother (put them both together like now and i want to take a long walk off a short pier) 34. Most visited website: I guess here or youtube

LOST QUESTIONS. I JUST PUT IN RANDOM INFO ABOUT ME 35. Mole/s: A few like flat big freckle ones but none that i would really call moles because they aren’t raised?? How do you even know what’s a mole and what isn’t? 36. Mark/s: oh man my knees are basically made of childhood scars, I also have a big scar on my arm from when i broke it, and various other tiny scars across my body, and a few bits of discolouration on my back from when i got sunburned really badly once 37. Chilhood dream: I wanted to be a vet 38. Hair color: My natural hair colour is like a light mousey brown, but at the moment it’s henna red 39. Long or short hair: uhh short i guess, it’s in a bob that’s grown out a lil 40. Do you have a crush on someone: Not really 41. What do you like about yourself: I like my long, naturally curled eyelashes, and that I am quite an accepting person (at least i like to think i am) 42. Piercings: One in each ear, and my nose 43. Blood type: I have no idea, i tried to find this out before i went to korea as they believe the blood type=personality traits thing, but it seems to be actually quite hard to find out if you don’t already know.. 44. Nickname: Meg, v occasionally Meggie or (if you’re my mother and trying to annoy me) Meggie Moo 45. Relationship status: Single 46. Zodiac: Aries 47. Pronouns: she/her 48. Favorite TV show: Gosh I don’t know anymore, I don’t watch as much tv as i used to. I recently finished binging Skins (uk) though because i never got into it when i was a teenager 49. Tattoos: No, but i would like to get one one day 50. Right or left hand: left handed! (fun fact a lady i used to work with told me this is a sign of the devil and looked at me reproachfully lol) 51. Surgery: No cosmetic surgery, but i broke my arm pretty badly when i was 9 and had to have two surgeries to fix it and i still have a numb section down my right arm to this day from nerve damage! 52. Hair dyed in different colors: I have only ever dyed it red/coppery either with henna or proper dye 53. Sport: man i am the least sporty person you will ever meet! I was pretty good a hockey in school though and i enjoyed tennis and badminton too. 54. There’s no question here so fun fact: I currently have diamond shaped sunburn patches all down my arms from a lace-up armed top i was wearing yesterday, i’m such a fool. 55. Vacation: I would literally love to go anywhere and everywhere in the world, but right now I’m kinda feeling either Hawai’i (blame bts) or Florida 56. Pair of trainers: Do converse count as trainers? Because I live in my converse.

MORE GENERAL:

57. Eating: Nothing Right now, but i need to go make myself some lunch. 58. Drinking: Again nothing, someone get me some tea!

59. I’m about to: Go say hi to my grandma who has just turned up, then maybe go over to my dad’s and watch game of thrones with him 60. No question here either so another fun fact: I have hypermobility in some of my limbs, just like Jin does (his wiggly fingers) so my knees bend backwards (i think Jin’s knees do this too actually), which freaks some people out! The downside is apparently it’s awful for my joints, I’m such an old lady! 61. Waiting for: My uni accommodation! 62. Want: So many things, love, money, a job, MY UNI ACCOMMODATION 63. Get married: Eh, maybe if the right person comes along, although i think it will be v different from a traditional type of wedding eg i hate how traditionally the bride is given from man to man and takes the husbands name, I would like to mash our names together to make a cool new name for us both... idk i guess i would just have a more feminist/egalitarian version of a marriage/wedding if i get married. 64. Career: Uuugh I don’t even have a job at the moment, and i doubt i will even when i finish my degree lol oh the hopelessness of adulthood

WHICH IS BETTER 65. Hugs or kisses: Hugs 66. Lips or eyes: Both?? I guess lips if i HAD to choose. 67. Shorter or taller: It doesn’t make a difference to me bc im short as hell anyway so anyone i date it always gonna be taller than me no matter how short they are... 68. Older or younger: i would prefer older but i guess so long as it’s not too much younger i wouldn’t mind so long as they are mentally mature enough. 69. No question here: Then you’re gonna get no answer. 70. Nice arms or nice stomach: nice arms i guess 71. Sensitive or loud: Sensitive 72. Hook up or relationship: Relationship preferably, but all i ever seem to get are hook-ups! 73. Troublemaker or hesitant: I guess troublemaker so long as it’s not damaging

HAVE YOU EVER: 74. Kissed a stranger: Yes 75. Drank hard liquour: Yes 76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: I lost a pair of sunglasses recently.. 77. Turned someone down: Yes 78. Sex in the first date: I haven’t actually properly dated anyone in ages.. 79. Broken someone’s heart: Not that i know of 80. Had your heart broken: Yes, but not by a romantic partner, just a best friend, they can do that too unfortunately.. 81. Been arrested: No although apparently i once when i was 16 i got blackout drunk and started hammering on a police car door (with the policemen inside) and they had to get out and tell my friends to take me home or they would arrest me (im so goddamn embarrassed about that) 82. Cried when someone died: Of course, who doesn’t? 83. Fallen for a friend: No

DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 84. Yourself: i have nothing else to believe in so, YES 85. Miracles: I don’t think so 86. Love at first sight: Again, I don’t think so 87. Santa Claus: Of course, what are you saying?!?!?! 88. Kiss in the first date: Yeah why not if i like them enough 89. Angels: No

OTHER: 90. Current best friend’s name: I don’t think i have just one, but i guess my oldest friend and friends i se the most are Jenny and Hannah 91. Eyecolor: Green/blue/turquoise, it depends on the light (yes im THAT white girl, fight me it’s a thing) 92. Favorite movie: Ah man i couldn’t tell you i just don’t know sorry!

Tagging: @aw-yeah-jimin @grandpa-yoongi @sopehope @seoulsistersopi and i guess anyone else that wants to do it!

#you obvs dont have to do this if you dont want to guys!#also i messed up the formatting somewhere in the middle of this so it looks a bit of a mess lol

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storieswithcoffee · 5 years ago

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Made With Love

Her grandma’s recipe said “made with love.”

She tried. It never tasted right.

It didn’t even seem to matter which loved one she diced in.

First she tried Einstein, the dog. Google didn’t have much advice when it came to de-furring a dog but she tried her best. Pie had too much hair in it. And the questions about where the dog went frustrated her.

Then she tried her cousin Linda who visited for the week. Linda was sweet. Blonde with mousey ears and hums non-stop. But sweet. Didn’t make the pie any sweeter though.

Then she tried her brother Matt. Matt was difficult though. Big and strong and a lot of meat. And so much blood. She packed the leftovers into ziplock bags in her fridge but had to toss them out after a week when her husband complained of eating the same thing 4 nights in a row. Matt made the pie taste strange. Gamey and left a sour taste in her mouth. Matt just didn’t work. Even Einstein tasted better.

She looked through the recipe again. Maybe she should just focus on getting the filling right. Chicken, onions, garlic (2 cloves. But she always put in 3. Was that the problem?), celery and carrot. Butter, cream, pepper. Fry, toss, simmer, bake and always made with love. What the hell was wrong?

She thought maybe she needed more love. After all, Einstein was her husband’s dog. Linda was annoying with all her humming and Matt was a dick growing up.

“A mother’s love is unmatched. A mother would do anything for her child!”

She turned towards the TV. And then called out towards the kitchen.

“Honey, do you think it’s time for us to start a family?”

“Family? Like children? You never wanted kids.” He poked his head out from the kitchen.

“Yeah… maternal instincts you know. Someone to love and care for. I’d like that.”

He walked over to the couch and planted a kiss on her head.

“We’re going to make a baby.”

“Mmm, yes. Our baby, our baby made with love.”

#story prompt #nessawriting #short story #a small fiction

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major-artery · 8 years ago

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Get To Know Me With Oddball Questions

Tagged by: @wrathwritesthings

What part of pop culture do you wish would just go away? I don’t know how to word it without sounding like a complete scumbag, but I guess how “new age” people are trying to be. So many people say they know Reiki, how to balance chakras, etc - and I think the majority of the people are full of shit. What is your favorite salty snack? Kettle cooked salt and vinegar chips. My absolute favorite. ♥

What song do you love to dance to? If I’m being truly honest, I will dance to just about everything. I have a background in fusion / ITS dance, so it’s easy to groove to anything with a beat. I will say I have a particular connection to “Unsteady” by X Ambassadors, and on the complete opposite end of the spectrum, “Flying Spaghetti Monster” by Doctor P.

What was your most embarrassing hair style? When I was younger - maybe fifth grade or so - and I was still living with my mom, she insisted on trying to dye my hair blonde. My hair is naturally a mousey-brown color, and she thought maybe if I was blonde, I’d be a bit more social. Surprise, it didn’t work.

If you could have a drink with someone from history who would it be? I feel like a generic asshole saying it, but I would love to share a really good cup of tea with Lewis Carroll. He is my favorite author. ♥

What is the furthest west you have traveled? The most honorable Japan!

What is the funniest thing you have heard a child say? I do my best to not spend any time around children. But I saw a video of a kid trying to say “fish”, but it came out as “fuck” instead.

What vegetable do you hate? LIMA BEANS. And beans in general. Ugh. I HATE THEM.

Have you ever been mentioned in the newspaper? A few times - in my freshman year of high school, I was interviewed for taking place in a planetarium exhibit; in my senior year for being a part of the Academic Decathlon; more recently for dance; and even more recently than that for my henna business.

If you could live in any other country for 2 years where would you go? Italy, or Germany. Maybe Scotland.

Do you believe in God? I believe in something, but I don’t want to define it. Whatever it is, I pray to it often. I believe in karma more than anything.

If you could see 24 hours into the future what would you do with this ability? Plot out my RD flare-ups, so I can prepare!

What is the worst physical pain you have ever been in? Ovarian cysts. Holy hell, my RD causes me pain on the regular, but when I had an ovarian cyst burst, I thought I was going to die. It felt like someone was driving a rusty, dull knife right into my gut and twisting.

In what way are your parents out of date? I don’t really speak to either of my parental units. Both live far away from me. But my mom still calls all game consoles a “nintendo”. My dad is pretty up to date on most things, and his mentality is pretty forward-thinking. Sometimes he slips into an “old way of thinking”, and I have to put him in his place.

What are you afraid of? Becoming fully disabled.

Do you have faith in the next generation? Why? YES!! My generation has been given so many opportunities with technology, and it’ll only get better. They can do the things.

What makes you laugh? My husband. He can just look at me with a quirked eyebrow, or a pouty face, and I’ll burst into tears from laughing so hard. Puns, also. I fucking love puns. The worse they are, the more I love them.

What exotic pet would you like to have? A fox! They’re adorable and I want to cuddle one.

What are your marketable skills? I can organize, and I can speak to strangers on the telephone. :D Also, artsy as fuck. (Not so marketable - I swear all the fucking time.)

Who taught you to cook? No one ever really taught me how to cook, a lot of it was mostly “figure it out yourself” kind of jazz. Some stuff I was able to get from my Great Grandma, thankfully. <3

What color underwear are you wearing? Purple.

What single piece of technology makes your life easier? THE INTERNET (myphoneholyshitIwouldn’texistwithoutitkeepingmyschedule).

What do you miss from your childhood? Zero bills. I liked having to not worry about deadlines for them.

What do you do to impress someone you are attracted to? Literally nothing. I don’t think I’m ever really trying to impress anyone. Hell, I got my husband in college by telling him I liked his socks? So, complimenting them?? Being pretty good and super well verse in most video games?? BEING AN ANIME TRASH QUEEN? (Are those marketable skills?!?!?)

Tag Time: @letsglamourcharm @slowbrodawg @hypaalicious @lightning09 @winemum-ignis @devilmaydick ~ no pressure, though. <3

#about me #meme #MEMES OUT THE BUTT ABOUT MEEEEE

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gallivantingheart · 7 years ago

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House of Murderers

Something I did last year for uni. The prompt/s being: A stranger knocks on the door; there is a gun on the table; a dead body.

(Oh, uhm all characters written are my own. Yeah.)

Word count: Approx. 2010

The doorbell rings. Not his problem.

The doorbell rings. He curses. His hand jolts and popcorn scatters over his lap and the scratchy sofa.

Callum can’t make out the figure disrupting his night in. The light is off outside and the rain has dulled to a shower. He wrenches the heavy door open, feeling the door spring back off his arm. The car explosion from the movie illuminates her face. Oval in shape, set with dark eyes – black or brown, he isn’t sure. She stands his height, the edges of her mouth thin. She seems to have walked at least some of the way here, her coat wet but not soaked. Her shoes are black, the suede wet and damaged.

He scowls, idly swiping popcorn crumbs off his pants. “Yes? Can I help you?”

“Callum, yes? Callum Yates?” Her voice is low, but not quiet or rough.

She tucks a damp clump of short hair behind an ear, simple studs bouncing off the lone source of light. It’s shorter at the back than the front, matching the angle of her chin in large waves. Bright turquoise paints the ends, the only colour other than the grey of her scarf he had seen.

“Yeah? What do you want?”

She sucks in a breath and stares him dead in the eye. “I know who killed your sister.”

He steps back, stunned. It had been four months. Four months since Ellie had been found mangled on the rocks, washed up from the south. The police thought she’d been shot and tossed – yes, they affirmed crudely, tossed, as if she were some toy – over the pier. Two and a half since his father Stephen, older brother Matthew and himself had been told there had been no new leads, but promised they would keep looking. Nothing. No one knew if it had been an accident or random or on purpose. Nothing.

He crosses his arms, squinting his bottle green eyes at the girl no older than himself – or maybe Elinore. She barely moves, shifting like willow on a calm day.

“What makes you think you know who it was? The police have no clue and I don’t think they’d like some girl nosing about in their business. I certainly don’t.” He snarls.

She straightens up, clearly insulted. She takes a smooth but wet step past the threshold, invading his space in a dangerous fashion. “Some girl is better than no one. Don’t you want to know who did it?”

“What if you’re wrong?”

“I’m never wrong.” Her voice is a feather, brushing through his thoughts. She pulls a handgun from her pocket and places it on the hall table, her long fingers over it. “I know who it is. And you seem like the one in the family who wants blood – I caught bits of your police statement. I can give it to you. If you leave with me right now.”

Callum looks back to his house, empty for the night. His adoptive father is the owner of a small phone company and dabbles in inventions on the side. Stephen had been invited to some high society function but was unable to convince his youngest son to come. Matthew was over in Dubai for his job in IT – training in…something. He’s in a t-shirt he suspects should have been in the wash a few days ago and track pants that smell like warm butter and salt. And Ellie wasn’t here. Never again.

“Give me two minutes.”

He sprints up the stairs. If Ellie was here she would have smiled, minty green eyes crinkling. Said the girl looked pretty. That maybe she was his type. He grabs jeans, but keeps the t-shirt – she didn’t know how long he’d been wearing it. Yanking sneakers on, he thunders down and finds a hoodie from the jumble of coats hanging up by the garage. He spots an emerald green one – Elinore’s favourite. After fumbling in the dark for the house keys, he slams the door behind him. The girl has buried a smile in her knitted scarf, tugging it up to her nose. But she still holds the gun.

“What’s that for?” He points, flicking up his hood as they walk down the drive. He can see the shine of a car at the gate.

“For the culprit. A little of his own medicine.”

Her walk is brisk and light – if he could put it down to anything, Callum would call her a business fairy. He slides in the passenger side. It’s a sports car, black and sleek. It fits her well. Jumping in next to him, she drops her hood and knocks it into gear. They tear down the weaving road, lined with the housing of the elite. He grips the seat – Matthew always drove like a grandma.

“Who is it anyway? Who killed Ellie?” He’s dying to know the monster that did it. The thing that murdered his dear sister.

“Jared Farrow.”

He nods in recognition. Jared Farrow was That Kid. The one who was good at everything, but someone you couldn’t seem to hate. Flawless. He remembers him from school – mousey brown hair, happy eyes and too much limbs for his own good. When he sat, his arms seemed lanky and endless and made him look like a cramped insect.

“He wants your money,” She continues, mouth pink and glittering with the streetlights, “you don’t have much, but it’s seems enough for him. Ellie- Elinore had been seeing him for a while, but was keeping it quiet. He had the opportunity – they talked online under fake names and organised a date – and the murder weapon. I found the same gun used to kill her in his office draw.” She presses her foot down on the gas and he jolts.

“How do you know?” He can’t seem to stop asking questions, because she doesn’t give answers.

“Because I live with him. I know this guy to a T. And…” Her voice dwindles. “I thought he loved me. I used his computer the other week and found everything – he hadn’t logged off. Did some digging. Put two and two together.”

She’s young; beautiful. No one would have believed her if she decided to tell them. No one could hate Jared. But she does. From the way her eyes bare down on the slick road to the tight clench of her hands on the steering wheel. She seems thirsty for the kill. Broken hearts might do that to you, he assumes. Wasn’t like he knew though.

She seems to have gauged him well, choosing the right Yates to recruit for her mission. Matthew was avoiding it, going overseas and hoping to forget. His father had mourned the death of his only daughter hard and long. But Callum? Callum wanted to get rid of the sick guy who did this to her. To his family.

They are driving down the boulevard that lines the sea. Even through the car’s structure Callum can hear the ebb and flow of the waves, the sound they make as they breach then crash into themselves. But the moon doesn’t light them tonight. Instead it waits behind a stretch of cloud, waiting for their work to be done. He leans against his seatbelt and runs a hand through his wet sand hair. His knees jiggle. He wants to be so sure this man they’re about to kill is the right one. He just has to trust her.

It is far too easy to though – irrational on his part. But this is the best lead he’s heard since Ellie was murdered. He glances to the inside of his wrist, the tattoo peeking out of the sleeve. He rolls it back. A pair of round swirly cartoon wings, line in black and accented with orange. He and Ellie had gotten matching ones together when he graduated. The only other truly impulsive thing he had done. Funny how stuff like that seemed to involve her. The girl flicks her sight to the image, but says nothing.

Callum doesn’t even know her name. He asks.

She tries to smother a smile. “Why do you want to know? So you can rat me out afterwards?”

“No! No. I just…it’s weird, okay? What do I call you?”

He realises his question sounds blunt, but she doesn’t comment. She ponders it for a moment, stopping at a set of traffic lights. “V. Call me V.”

Before he can say anything else, she pulls up outside a tight apartment made of old red brick. The rain has stopped. Lights are on, warm and inviting. A home. The door is old and white, stark against the brickwork, even in the dark.

“Come on. Down to business.”

V makes it so simple. Acts so business-like and detached. He shifts on the doorstep as she unlocks the door. She’s turning the handle when his hand drops on hers, gripping tightly. She looks over her shoulder and frowns.

“Are you sure it’s him? Like, 100%?” He hisses.

She scowls. “Of course I’m sure! I’m never wrong. About anything – well, nothing like this!”

“A-and killing him? Is this really necessary?” He tries to swallow a girly squeak threatening to catch his voice.

She relaxes her grip on the doorhandle, keys jingling softly. “You’re the one who wanted him dead – I read the article. And watched the interviews. I’ve watched you. Do you think that if we tell the cops that they’ll believe us? What will happen if they do? He won’t get the full sentence!” She looks away, a sad sneer resting on her mouth. “He’s too good a person.”

V sweeps in the door, leaving it open for him to follow. She kicks her boots off, letting them bang the wall. “Hey! I’m back.”

It’s as if someone has flicked a switch – truly a Janus. She shrugs off her coat and Callum sees she wasn’t really dressed for killing, or the weather. From the fake leather miniskirt to the strappy burgundy crop top. He’s surprised she isn’t shivering. He shifts again on the spot, uneasiness creeping into his shoulders.

Her dark sight locks onto him and she leans back. “Don’t touch anything. We don’t want you implicated. I live here. It fits.”

“Whoa, you’re back early.” A low voice carried down the cream hallway, the lighting making the walls faintly yellow. “How was clubbing?”

She says something vague, rolling her shoulders and sliding the weapon into her hands. They walk quietly down the hall, Callum’s shoes making wet prints in the Arabian rug. The further in he walks, the worse he feels. He eyes the ceramic pot in the corner, considering his stomach and the turning feeling that refuses to go away, no matter how much he convinces himself that this is right. V’s socks are pink and green. Jared has his back to them, facing a computer. His hair is ruffled, the tan he once had faded – the summer was long gone.

Then, suddenly he can’t do it. He can’t face the man who threw his sister off the side of the pier. The rolling in his torso is too much and he backs away.

“I-I can’t do this. I won’t. V, put the gun down.” He murmurs. “This isn’t right.”

Her shoulders tighten and she whirls on him. Her eyes are alight but dead. It’s as if she’s already done it. No longer is she the pretty girl Ellie would have pushed him into at a club. Now she’s…a murderer.

“But it’s not wrong either!” She hisses. He shakes his head and she huffs. “Fine. If you won’t, I will. Someone needs to pay – and it’s going to be him.”

She strides the rest of the way down the warm hallway. He runs to the door. Covering his hands with his sleeves, he turns the handle and tumbles outside. Callum falls against the door and he hears the mute bang – she would have masked the noise with something like a pillow, he’s sure. Then he runs. Runs as far as he can from the house of murderers.

#writing #mine #written

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cranberrybogmummy · 6 years ago

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The Olivia Black-Flash chronicles. NO plot only characters and setting

So Olivia Black-Flash (b. 1901 -d 1989) or should I say Dr. Olivia Black-Flash daughter of two of England’s most Blighted families the Blackadders (most branches go by BLACK by now) and FLASHMAN. Combining the two into one double barreled Black-Flash.

Olivia came from there cadet branch. She is short trim, dark haired and gray eyed. When she was young woman, she wore her hair in a bob. However as she aged she grew it out into and twisted it into respectable tight bun. She wears silver wire rimmed spectacles, and has a large nose. She was raised in London and in the country estate of Widdershins manor, in ….ummmm Little CheeseMould, in Rural Yorkshire. Her mother Griselda daughter of the famous Harry Flashman, Her father Edwin,a second son of a second son with AMBITION.. He became a n MP…. She was middle child of three. Her eldest brother (1890-1915 Fred died in the Great War. Younger brother Gawain, was pretty awful bright young thing in his younger years and as close to being nazi sympathizer, without actually liking the nazis. Fred well it’s good he’s dead. Also Widdershins hall (which they bought) ‘accidentally’ burnt down before any of them could inherit, because the butler sobered up and snapped (It could also be he caught Fred ‘interfering’ with his niece a chambermaid there, it was rumored he also ‘interfered’ with his sister). Widdershins hall which sat on the grounds of a house that used to belong to One of the men who brought back English Magic for a brief time in the Regency. Olivia was close with Gawain when they were younger, but her studies pried them apart. She went to St. Ursula’s boarding school for girls, founded by German nuns, you could only speak German there, which she recalls as ‘strict, severe, and cold’. However, she did enjoy some aspects of it, Field hockey, fencing, her fellow students and new teacher Frauline Hirsch taught a rudimentary psychology course.It hooked her, mainly because she wanted to manipulate and blackmail her ‘friends’ (especially that Emily ‘bunny’ Pole and Cecilia Bartliegh-St. Colherst fuck ‘em) and lovers. ……………….. Well, she goes leaves school. And tries to become a Psychologist an ambition supported by her wealthy Maternal Grandparents. Pals around with Gawain for little bit, but then seems to realize that She hates him and the rest of her immediately family. Seems to think she is a better person then them (She’s like 1/4 decent but not enough to be like…. moral?) Studies a bit at Oxford, then crosses the pond, and studies in the USA. Eventually her ambition and accolades grant her the post of Head psychology at the troubled Akhram asylum in Massachusetts, she is 25. She vows that she was change this corrupt and blighted institution to make it a place of healing and rest. However,…. that changes within the span of two years. She eventually takes to drinking heavily and over prescribing lobotomies, restraints and medication. She tell her confidant and employee Nurse Betty Grimmson: ‘this place takes your hopes, dreams, ambitions, positions itself and shits all over them’ Olivia Black-Flash remains head of psychology until she retires in the early 70s.

What happened in those two years? She met and fell in love with Miskatonic Adjunct, Archeologist, and adventurer, Charolette ‘Charli’ Roy. Who she dismissed as a silly, brash, treasure hunter but then despite herself or maybe because Charli with her olive complexion, butch style and charm was just her type and they fell in love. Then some plot happened yadda yadda yadda, Charli ends up Literally SCREAMING INSANE and under Olivia’s charge in the span of two years, due to the LOVECRATIAN NATURE OF THE PLOT. Mericfully shortly after that, Charli ‘accidentally’ suffocates in ‘her sleep, because of the position of her pillow’.

Charlotte ‘Charli’ Roy (B. 1895- D. 1928) ambitious, brash, butch, kinda a lesbian Indiana Jones or maybe Doc Savage. who knows? Basically her archeology is an excuse to go on adventures, and find treasure mostly. Sadly, her life ends in madhouse. She was a crack shot, boxer, P.H.D spoke 12 languages so was a VERY cunning Linguist, had been all over the world, Her father Beauregard, Roy was a wealthy scion of the old south, her mother Demeter Johnson his colored mistress who died in a yellow fever epidemic when Charli was three. Her father, who was technically a bachelor, did the decent thing, because well Charlotte was very light skinned with ‘good hair’ decided to raise her. As his adopted ward. So she grew up with her Grandma,unmarried aunts and Papa, they never revealed the truth. Just that her mother was kind, beautiful and very dead. Sadly, also all evidence of what she looked like was burnt up as well. Never knowing really, until her father himself lay on his death bed, when she was dying from cancer when Charli was eighteen…stuff happened like Charli getting a college education and a pHD and traveling all over on digs. And learning not only did dressing ‘like a man’ save her but she liked it better (NOT she she was BUTCH not Trans* never wanted to be a man…just wear pants and have short hair and smoke cigars). She proved herself useful though. And had many adventures until her she ended up teaching as an adjunct at Miskatonic ….yadda yadda yadda plot shit and then. she sees something that drive her MAD and dies in a MADHOUSE.

Betty Rubenkopf nee Grimmson- (B 1906- D. 1992(?) Short, stout, with slightly bugling wide eyes, foul breath and mousey hair. Betty is, sweet, dumb and cunning with a astounding strength she has chokehold that can fell any rampaging lunatic. She might be a deep-one hybrid. Her mother Nellie O’Dell was a waitress who sold her services on the side before she married Adam Grimmson who was the new cook at the diner. He may or may not have known, but he loved Nellie and they were dating when Nellie fell pregnant and subsequently married. Betty was born five months after the wedding. Besides Betty. they had four other kids: Sadie, Frank, Oscar, and Ada. Dad saved up and bought the Diner. All worked at the diner. Betty decided that no, being a waitress wasn’t for her. So she took nursing at a school near Arkham and I dunno was a brand new NURSE when Dr. Black-Flash was appointed head of psychology. The two formed a partnership, almost friendship that lasted until Dr. Black-Flash retired. By the 1930s Betty had made to Head nurse, then her long time Fiancé (they dated for four years, where engaged for two. Walter was ten years older and like so pathetic, and pudgy).

Walter Rubenkopf finally pulled his socks up, left home and they got married in 1941, she and to quit for a while and push out some kids like six kids: Doris, Arnold, Adam, Oscar, Susy and Linda. when Her youngest was started school she went back and quickly regained her old positions which she held held 1969. Mainly because she couldn’t knock out crazies like she used to and she wanted to spend time with her grandbabies (Also Walter was having trouble finding his pants… and like most things).

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Bodysnatchers

Short Story (August 2008)

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It hits me, watching House M.D., with a cold drink in my hand.

Our homes are the safest place we can be. Electronic hums and halogen bulbs blanket us in heat and artificial glows. We view the news, firmly planted in our colossal arm chairs, as it relays ugly facts about the world at large. Our mechanical trappings and constructions ward off the seemingly silent night.

White noise lullabies buzz alongside a city glow that acts like a perpetual night light.

I set my house alarm at 9:00 PM.

Invincible isn’t necessarily the right word but it’s a close replacement. Within our castles, our fortresses, everything is controlled. Thermostats, motion sensors, latches, deadbolts, are more than just the latest in home decorating. After we’re forced to invest into the drudgery of work all day long, it’s nice to have a space allowing us some lucidity.

Routine helps pass and mark my time.

30-Minute Meals and dishes that take half as long, they pacify.

I tuck my kid in and turn out the light.

I give him his medicine so he’ll be okay throughout the night, so he doesn’t sleep walk again. The doctors have never been able to give me a straight answer as to why he does this but a statistic they like to use is something about 7% of 6 year olds having this condition.

Perhaps the adage about “out of sight out of mind” is applicable here. I have no idea what that means for him but they assure me this treatment is the proper course of action.

It kills me to hear Ronnie scream about how doesn’t want to take his pills.

However, we carry on. It’s safe for him and for us. What more could you want for your loved ones? It makes my whiskey and soda taste that much sweeter, the TV I watch that much funnier. The freedom to let myself go in my home makes the hard work during the day seem worth it. My eyelids sag just a little bit because under these circumstances, I can allow them to. I create this world of safety for my son and I know it’s worth it.

Under plasma screen hues, I contemplate this and smile.

It doesn’t last.

The TV blacks out.

Fear hits my chest and spreads throughout my limbs like fire. This is irregular. Sweat pours down my neck and I find my feet on the floor rather than propped up in my recliner. The sound of my heartbeat kills the deafening silence. The moon slashes through my broken shutters, casting ghoulish shadows on my carpet. Thoughts bolt to Ronnie.

“Ronnie, are you there?”

The words sound mousey past my teeth. I frantically shuffle around in the darkness to find another source of light. I pick up footsteps that are not my own as I dig out the Maglite from a pile of clutter. The electrical current sputters through the head, revealing my son standing a few feet in front of me.

The TV chord has been severed, frayed.

Ronnie doesn’t say anything at first but I can feel him look past me. His eyes are glossy and his mouth open. There’s an edge to him and his eyes are as fucking huge. His breathing is oddly sedated but I can tell there is something wrong. My neck bristles as I see his right hand behind his back. He never blinks.

Finally, Ronnie breaks the silence.

“I told the man his vacation was over and then he changed his shirt,” slurs Ronnie.

He was sleep walking. Again.

They say you’re not supposed to wake up sleepwalkers; their bodies can’t take the shock. The experts tell you to suggest they go back to bed. You’ve got to maintain an even keel, speaking just as calmly as they communicate with you.

“There’s the water!” exclaims Ronnie, his arm still residing behind him.

I clear my throat and decide how best to begin. I tell him that it’s cold out, that he needs his sleep for when we visit Grandma tomorrow. I tell him he’s a good boy and everything’s going to be okay. Everything is nice and warm inside the covers.

I’m not sure if I’m reassuring him or myself.

Ronnie flashes the blade from behind him. The knife glints in the hot moonlight. My hands tremor. Thoughts inundate my brain but I fail to grab onto the right one. Much like Ronnie, I’m paralyzed by forces far bigger than myself.

“R-ronnie. You have t-to p-pput that dd-own. Th-then we c-can go t-to bb-bed, ok-kay?”

His vacant stare gives no indication that he hears me. He remains upright but fluid. I’m talking to him and he can’t hear me. I’m doing what everyone tells me to do and it’s not fucking working. My breaths are short and I feel my legs tense up, just in case.

In my head, I hope that Ronnie somehow hears these thoughts.

To let me know if he’s okay.

His whole tiny 6 year old body jerks itself up on its tiptoes, suddenly raising the knife above his head and beginning to plunge it towards himself. His scream is beastial and it rattles the house, like a death howl. My legs snap straight and with both arms stretched, I wrap myself around him, pushing the knife upwards and away from him.

“THEY’RE TELLING ME THE RADIO’S INSIDE OF ME! I NEED TO CUT IT OUT! CUT IT OUT!”

I slam his hand down on the floor and the knife jumps out and away. I hold onto him, his arms flailing and catching me all over.

His sheirks are guttural and feral, like sandpaper on skin.

I whisper into his thick head of hair that he’ll be ok. Salt sneaks passed my eyes and my heart tries to burst through my chest. I’m hoping if I just hold on that he becomes too tired to fight. If he’s in my arms, he won’t be going through the kitchen cutlery.

I squeeze him tighter because it’s the only thing I can do.

And then he stops, like waking from a dream.

“Dd-dad?”

He begins to ball, his tiny little heart now matching mine, beat for beat. I hold him in my worn arms because I don’t know what other precaution to take. His pills don’t work and no alarm system can save him from himself.

From the things within his head.

And deep down I must have known it. I must have felt it. Like a reckless driver, I ignored all the road signs. Tonight’s head on collision shattered the glass through which I saw the world. I cradle my son and all I can do is tell him I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I can’t save him from what haunts him, protect him from what tortures him, and most importantly, save him from himself.

I tell him he’s brave; I tell him this with the hope that he finds comfort in that.

I tell him what I’m not.

With the lights and the electrical hums silenced, the Maglite flickers twice and dies.

The hallway suddenly seems like an endless gaping mouths ready to swallow the two of us. The glow from the moon continues to sneak its way passed the shutters and settles against Ronnie’s pale complexion. He’s clammy and trembling from the ordeal, but Jesus Christ, he’s blinking again. The silence of the night returns but I now notice it has a life all to its own. The house creaks and calls for us, ready to gnash its teeth against our bodies with every loose floor board and ghost-like draft.

As I sit there with my son, in a puddle of his urine, it hits me.

Any number of things are just waiting to snatch us all up.

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