#i WISH he was…. unfortunately jd is way too nice to ever do such a thing

[jongace]

not pcy accusing jongdae of gaslighting…..

[heathersgameoftag]

preview of next fic under the cut

not me forgetting that i put these on my blog now

“I wanted to do a nice happy greeting, but instead I have to warn you that you have a problem up ahead.’

Betty, Martha and JD had all met them by a window that Duke had happily perched herself on. Well, happy was a stretch. Content might be a better word. She hadn’t exactly been joyful at any point throughout the entire morning, it was starting to get excessive, even for her. It made Heather so sure that she was still keeping a lot from her, even though she had confessed she was upset because of her parents, because there had been plenty of times she had been upset with her parents and she had recovered the next day. It was down to the sad fact of ‘growing numb from it’, but still. She wouldn’t even turn away from the scenery outside, though it was grey and dim, to greet any of the newcomers.

Heather followed Betty’s gaze as she nodded up the few steps next to them. She had been speaking to Veronica, but it concerned her too.

“Oooh, look who decided to show her face,” Veronica commented, having also turned to see the figure furiously marching towards them.

“Oh, she looks mad,” JD said, coming to stand next to her. “And she’s looking at you directly. Good look, babe!” He shoved her forward playfully, to which she grunted at him indignantly.

“I love having support from my boyfriend,” she snarked, before turning back to the huffing girl stopping just a few feet away, glowering at her dangerously. Not that it was scary, Courtney wasn’t all that tall.

“What the hell did you do?” she hissed. Heather just smiled innocently at her.

“Whatever do you mean?”

“You - or somebody here, knows exactly what I mean.” She shot an accusatory glare to all of them. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed. People have been whispering about me all goddamn week, and I want answers.” She reached out and grabbed her collar, sneering, “What did you tell them?”

Heather slapped her hand off in disgust. “You’re delusional,” she said, feeling a twinge of guilt for pretty much gaslighting her, but she reminded herself that it was different from when her parents did it to her. Courtney actually deserved it. “I haven’t spread anything about you.”

“It has to be you!” Courtney barked. “I know you’re upset that I insulted your little loser posse.” She eyed Betty, Martha, JD, Veronica and Duke in disdain. “It’s not my fault you let a bunch of nobodies infiltrate your friendship group, I was just pointing out the obvious!”

“Now, if you keep talking like that, maybe I will spread a rumour about you,” Heather said. “How’s, ‘the amount of times I’ve seen Courtney not wash her hands after using the restroom is gag-inducing, to say the least.’”

The group (except Duke) chuckled quietly while Courtney looked disgusted.

“That’s not even true!”

“Doesn’t have to be true. They’ll believe me.” She examined her nails, looking aloof. That only enraged Courtney more.

“You spread something! Tell me what it is, Chandler!” she demanded furiously. “Nobody will tell me. Whatever it is, you’re going to tell me right n-”

“Oh, fuck off, Courtney,” Duke suddenly spoke up, turning her head away from the window at last to shoot her an irritated glare. “Take your damage elsewhere, would you? Literally none of us care about some random preppy bitch scared of what some randos in the school are saying about her. You’ll be forgotten as soon as we all leave for college, hell, you’d be forgotten now if you didn’t constantly whine like a stuck up, spoiled little brat.”

Courtney, as well as everyone else, was understandably taken aback by the sudden outburst. Perhaps it wouldn’t have seemed so harsh, had Duke not looked so disinterested. She didn’t even hold her gaze, she just turned back around and gestured for her to leave with a flick of her wrist. Courtney let out a frustrated grunt, but exited the scene and made sure to glare at Heather snidely on the way out. Once she was out of sight, she laughed out loud.

“Oh, she is mad,” she chortled. “Coming up with a non-existent rumour was perfect, Heather.” She glanced at Duke, hoping to catch her eye to give her some praise, but she didn’t turn around. She gave a shrug, to Heather’s disappointment.

The group frowned at her, and while Mac decided to sit next to her on the window sill, she heard Martha lean to Veronica and whisper,

“Is she okay?”

“Um… she’s…” Veronica stammered, wondering what to say that wouldn’t get his head bitten off by Duke.

“Her parents are… getting on her nerves,” Heather quickly said, saving Veronica the stress. That shouldn’t reveal more than Duke would have liked; everyone gets irritated by their parents.

“That’s one way to put it,” Duke muttered, mostly to herself. Mac scratched the back of her neck nervously.

“So, should we go grab lunch? Since we’re all here,” she asked, looking around the group. The mood lifted and everyone agreed.

“I’ll catch up,” Heather told them. “I just need to get today’s question for lunchtime poll.” She left with them down the hallway, but stopped when they reached a turn.

“I also need the bathroom, so, I’ll catch up too,” JD added, hurrying off ahead of the group. Heather went in the opposite direction, and just before she reached the door to the student room, an arm slammed in front of her. She stepped backwards, immediately growing irritated upon seeing Courtney again. Didn’t she ever quit?

“I know you did something,’ she growled. ‘I’m not giving up until you tell me what.”

“Fuck off and stop bothering me, you goddamn leech.” She pushed her arm aside and tried walking towards the door again, only for her to step in her way.

“And here I thought you were wise in picking friends and enemies, Heather,” she hummed patronisingly. “As of late, it appears that isn’t true.”

“I know what I’m doing, so quit acting like I’m falling from grace or whatever you want to call it. Those people sit at my table because I let them. They’re Veronica’s friends, so I’d rather they not be harassed by bitches like you. And, you know, I’m dating one of them, of course,” she quickly amended. Courtney’s eyes narrowed.

“So you’re picking loserdome over people actually worthy of recognition now?” She not-so-subtly gestured to herself. “You’re a disappointment.”

“If it pisses you off, that’s fine by me.” She went to step around her, but Courtney wasn’t finished.

“Fine. If that’s how you want to play this, then maybe I’ll just find something to spread about you. You know, to make it even.”

Heather laughed out loud at that. “Good luck getting people believing you. Why do you think no one ever bothers us, hm? I make sure they don’t.” She turned to sneer at her. “Spreading lies about me won’t get you anywhere.”

Courtney took a step back, but brushed her threat off. “You’re not exactly as respected as you once were, Heather. Hence my whole warning about the friends you’re picking.” She cocked her head to the side and smirked. “Besides, I wasn’t going to spread a lie. I’m sure behind that perfect little image you’ve made for yourself, there’s something dreadfully embarrassing that you’d hate for anyone to get their claws on.”

Heather did her best to keep her expression from changing.

“Then I wish you luck finding whatever secrets you expect to find somehow. You’ll need it.” She straightened herself up, brushing non-existent dust off of her collar as if the mere presence of Courtney was making her filthy. “Meanwhile, I’ll find a lot of entertainment in your weird obsession with me.”

“It’s not an obsession-”

“Yeah, yeah. Have fun stalking me to figure out what’s happening in my personal life!” she sang over her shoulder as she walked away. “Totally not weird of you at all!”

She was soon out of her view, having stepped into the student room to grab her clipboard from Peter. She read over the question several times on her way back to the cafeteria, but it was hard to focus. As amusing as her argument with Courtney had been, the thought of her actually figuring something out did alarm her, whether she wanted to admit it or not. It’s not that she felt insecure about her choice in friends - even times when she thought she regretted expanding her bubble the way she did, she immediately shook the thought away when remembering what had happened last time she had disregarded Veronica’s friends as little more than the scum of the school that she could take advantage of whenever she wanted.

She wasn’t going to go back to that state of mind all because Courtney didn’t approve of her decisions. As daunting as the status quo change had been, she knew it was for the best to rid of that toxic mindset. But since she was making that choice, it seemed now she was an easy target for sabotage. And there was a lot of material one could use, if they found out somehow. Small things, like how her relationship with JD wasn’t real, or that she hasn’t seen a Remington party invite in ages, and didn’t want to see one ever again. Or there were the bigger things, like her actual choice in partners, or her reasonings for being so much more wary at parties. If any of those things got out, she knew it would be the end. Sure, Duke had managed to stay in power, but she wasn’t sure if she could be quite as strong as her if it came out that she was pansexual. Last time people had assumed she was attracted to women, hell had broken loose, and… she never wanted to go through that again.

The exception being her family, of course. That hadn’t bothered her at all. Coming out was little more than a tool to cut them out of her life for good.

She unfortunately found herself wondering if it would be better to separate the lunch tables again; perhaps she’d be safer that way. Not even just her - all four of them would be safe. Then that thought was dismissed upon seeing Veronica so happy to have Betty and Martha with him, laughing as he attempted to toss popcorn into Betty’s mouth from one corner of the table to another. No, she absolutely could not return to the old status quo, even if it benefited her a lot more. She had to stop being so selfish.

Then she found herself wondering, what of her reputation? She wasn’t about to deny that it was definitely crumbling. People still looked up to her, sure, but how long would that last? Would her newfound generosity slowly erode it away until she was just a face in the crowd?

But that thought got chased away while she was travelling around table to table, when she saw JD in the line for lunch, later than the rest of the group due to his trip to the bathroom, probably. A couple of guys were pushing and shoving him, all to cut in front of him in the queue. Well that just wouldn’t do. She marched over and grabbed his arm, pinning all three boys with a piercing glare.

“Is there a problem here?” she spat. Their brave, cocky expressions all collapsed, frightened ones being left behind in their place. They slowly shook their heads, awkwardly and fearfully. One of them stepped backwards in line, as if offering JD his place back, but she just scoffed scornfully and walked forward, until the two of them were right at the front. She felt bad for the girl who was about to grab a tray and walk through to grab her food, but it was worth it to gain the satisfaction of having JD grin at not having to wait in line any longer. When the girl behind them shot them a disgruntled look, she glowered at her threateningly, which got her to lower her head.

“Nice, I love boyfriend privileges,” JD said, grabbing a tray. He stepped aside and gestured to the space next to him. “You coming?”

“I’ll be there in a bit, I still have to bother some people with today’s question.” She stepped away. “See you later.”

So, no, she wasn’t going to change anything about her relationships to get Courtney off her back. If Courtney wanted to try and have her revenge with her, then so be it. If she suffered because of her, then surely, surely it would be worth it.

[jerseydeanne]

Roseberrycupcakes- Last post 😢😢😢😢😢

My dearest JD: thank you so much for your supportive words. Since this is your platform, you could have easily dismissed my posts as irrelevant. While I will continue to send in submissions, this will likely be my last submission that delves deeply into my personal life. Xoxo, Roseberry

I have a secret to share: my father abandoned me when I was a teenager. Well, to be more precise, he left my entire family. In fact, this year is the ten year mark of his absence. The day he left was like any other day. He and my mom bickered over breakfast, my sibling and I grabbed our lunchboxes and munched on cereal bars, and my dad dropped me and my sibling off at school. Then, he was off to work–or so we thought. He never showed up.

My dad is a physician, just like I am; but a surgeon, unlike me. Quite successful one too; or, at least, he used to be. In my last submission, I mentioned that there’s not much love lost between my grandmother (my paternal grandmother) and me; there’s a reason for that. My grandmother, despite her former position as the first lady of a church, is a woman who’s deeply obsessed with social standings. She’s quite materialistic; and you see, she wasn’t satisfied with the lifestyle my dad led. My dad’s quiet suburb home with a beautiful wife and two children just didn’t scream wealth to her. With her funds depleting after my grandfather’s passing, she desperately needed money. I should specify that her need wasn’t for her survival; it was for appearances among the wealthier members of the congregation. My parents’ marriage have been rocky for years thanks to my dad’s philandering ways; and my dad’s psyche was destabilized with my grandfather’s passing, which my grandmother took full advantage of. She went around her circle of friends searching for business opportunities, and received a proposition: my dad would be a business partner in opening a hospital chain in another country; there was enough market research done in the area; and they knew they would have enough “patients” (they probably viewed them as “customers”). With the estimated profit margin, my grandmother was hooked; she knew my mother would be vehemently against such greedy methods to earn money from patients; so she persuaded my dad behind my mom’s back. After all, my mother was “just” a housewife; what could she do if my dad decided to uproot everything and move to another country? How wrong they all were.

After three days of his absence, my mom was finally able to get in contact with my dad. During those three days, he had not called once or even showed signs that he was still alive. Of course, you can probably imagine the yelling matches that ensued. My mom was no longer a pushover who was going to follow my dad to the ends of the earth; and that was the last phone conversation they ever had.

You would think that my mom would have immediately filed for divorce after this argument; she didn’t. She knew very well of the stigma surrounding the divorce even in this day in age, particularly in the social set we belonged. She knew she couldn’t stop the rumors of his absence from spreading; after all, everyone at the university hospital freaked out once they realized he quit without saying a goodbye to anyone; but she wasn’t going to divorce him. “Why would I divorce him? Am I supposed to let him legitimatize whatever whore he is with?” were her precise words at the time. It didn’t matter that my sibling and I would rather have her divorce him and be free of him then be tied to him, even if it’s just on papers. Without a divorce court forcing my dear father to fork over child support, he apparently had no reason to. For the next couple of years, he would go on to not pay a single dime for his own flesh and blood. Of course, during this time, he was earning extraordinary salary; the highest tax bracket, to be specific. When we finally managed to persuade my mom to divorce him, he ended up paying barely a year of child support for me; and that was the only source of contact I had with him for years to come.

I don’t know how to describe the years of my father’s absence. Since the morning he left, he never called or reached out to me or my sibling to this day; not on birthdays or Christmases. Never. It was like he erased our existences completely. I wish I could say his abandonment hit both of us equally hard; but to be frank, it hit me quite harder. I was daddy’s little girl, always following him around like a puppy and begging for his approval. Unfortunately, from an early age, my sibling was my dad’s golden child; and I was always labeled as the black sheep of the family. It didn’t help me that I was the one who was on the receiving end of my mom’s numerous breakdowns as the older sibling. She would tell me that this was all my fault; and I couldn’t say a word in response. You see, during their last argument, my dad yelled down the phone that the only reason he married my mom was because she got pregnant with me. My very conception was the reason my mom and my dad married each other; my very existence was the reason my mom couldn’t leave him earlier in the marriage; what could I say in response to her hurtful yet true claim? I understood her plight; she had just lost her husband and she was forced to raise two teenagers on her own; it would have been tough on anyone. But in the midst of her emotional struggle, she forgot at times that I had lost my father; I never chose to be born, yet it was me who got blamed.

The reason I decided to reveal something so private on a public forum was two folds. First, I wanted to make an argument regarding Ms. Markle’s relationship with her father. There are some who state that Ms. Markle’s shouldn’t be criticized for leaving her father bankrupt, because her father practically “abandoned” her. I’m not someone to criticize a child who refused to be taken advantage of by an abusive parent, but the reason I’m uncomfortable with such argument is because it sets a wrong standard. When I had dinner with my father for the first time since he abandoned me, I couldn’t recognize the grey-haired man in front of me; he had never sent a single picture over the years. He said his perfunctory apology over steak dinner, and I asked how the hospital was doing as if I cared. I was surprised to hear that he wasn’t doing so well. Despite the initial high earnings, the chain was suffering losses; he was in debt. I thought I had stopped caring, but in the days that followed, a heavy weight settled into my heart. Then one night, I broke down and crawled into my mom’s bed. I told her of my dad’s situation. I was scared. I knew he had no real friends left by his side; he had cut off contacts with his own two children; all he had were odious family members and business associates who were taking advantage of him. I was afraid he was going to commit suicide over such a silly thing like money. I no longer viewed my dad as a paternal figure; I pitied him as a human being for being so easily misled. I begged my mom to allow me to help him financially if he’s willing to accept it; and not so surprisingly, my mom agreed. She stated that even though she resented my dad over the years, she’s the one who won because she has us by her side. Of course, if my dad were the sort of person who went along nicely, these sort of things would have never happened in the first place. Apparently, it’s “none of your damn business” what happens, but at least I tried. I was free from the guilt of CHOOSING to abandon my own parent in need.

I didn’t make that offer to my dad because I’m some sort of an angel. To be frank, I wished more horrific thoughts than I would care to admit. During all those humiliating years of my father’s absence, I wished him dead. I really did. I wished he died–not by suicide, because that would somehow make me feel guilty; I wished he died by car crash or by cancer; because that way, it wouldn’t have been his choice to leave me; I could blame someone else instead of him or myself; his absence wouldn’t be a source of derogatory gossip; and I could actually admit that I was raised by a single mother. I ended up berating myself endlessly for having these thoughts. What kind of a person wishes her own father dead? Even when I finally met him again, it took every ounce of strength to refrain from throwing the glass of water in front of me when he still thought he could talk to me like I was a little girl. So I’m no saint when it comes to my father; yet I still thought of helping him out when he was in need. I’m not saying those who’ve been abandoned are required to help these poor excuses for parents; it’s just that in my personal opinion, it would be wrong to insinuate that leaving them in the pit is somehow the norm; but that’s the angle Ms. Markle and her supporters are aiming for.

Ms. Markle was adored by her parents. My dad never came to my graduations; he wasn’t available for my high school one; and he rejected my offer to attend my med school graduation; without both of my parents, I didn’t go to any of my graduations since middle school. So if her graduating pics with her father were real, her father at least made an effort to be in his daughter’s life; and this would make her disregard for her father’s financial situation quite heartless. Not everyone deserves to be a parent; we all know that. But being an adult sometimes means recognizing the fact that your flawed parents are not superheroes; they’re humans just like you and me; they make mistakes; they’re not perfect; and they deserve our forgiveness sometimes.

The second reason I delved into such private details I’ve told no friends is to remind people of Harry’s goodness. I’m not a “good” person, but if it means anything, Harry’s a better person than I am. He really is. I wouldn’t necessarily say being abandoned by a parent is worse than losing a parent who loved you; my father had a choice to leave, while his mother didn’t; I can blame my dad, but Harry has no one to blame. I don’t remember what I said to my dad the morning he abandoned me, but my last conversation with him is yet to come; as long as he’s alive, I can still try to help no matter how many times he turn me down. Harry doesn’t have that luxury, and I think this finality makes Harry’s situation more heartbreaking than mine. Because I am acutely aware of what it was like to be on the receiving end of prying gossip, I can’t imagine what it was like for him to go through such episodes on a much larger scale. Despite what many believe, Harry didn’t have an easy life; money and luxury cushions blows only when you’re not used to having it. I bet Harry would give all of those away in a heartbeat if it means having his mother back, but he can’t.

One last point I wanted to make was this: describing children of divorced parents as coming from “broken homes” is a quite cruel and ignorant statement. To be brutally honest, my family may have been a “picture perfect” family when my dad was around, but it was never calm within our four walls; it was more broken before he left than afterwards. There were always arguments going on; unless you know what it’s like to be a little girl constantly looking over the master bedroom to make sure your mom didn’t swallow a bottle of bleach to end her life, you have no idea what can go on inside a home. So I know full well that broken homes can exist in families with both parents. When parents scream at one another, they may think they’re screaming at each other, but it’s the children in the midst who remember the words; in this regards, divorce is better for children, because they don’t have to endure endless arguments. Instead of dragging a marriage that ended decades ago, maybe it’s time for everyone to bury what is dead and support the living.

Thanks to all who read this long story.

-Roseberrycupcakes (RCC)

[timmyrx2000]

Dipper Steps Up: Chapter 6

Chapter Index: (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13)

Chapter 6

When Wendy and Dipper left the Shack, the sun had just set. The night insects had not yet tuned up, but bats twittered overhead and out in the forest the woodpeckers, who didn't give up until the light was almost gone, drummed away. "Where are we going?" Dipper asked as they stepped off the trail.

"Into the woods," Wendy said. "You bring a flashlight, dude?"

"Yeah, I have one of the prototypes Grunkle Ford made."

"Good deal. I got the one I use camping. We'll need light on the way back."

In the gathering twilight they hiked on, uphill and down, skirting thickets of huckleberry, boggy growths of cobra lily, and stands of trailplant, threading their way through second-growth fir and pine forests, passing expanses of tree stumps and seedlings. "Dad logs all through here," Wendy said in one clearing, the air sharp with the scent of freshly-cut wood. She switched on her own flashlight and said, "Not far now."

Finally, they reached the cleared crown of a domed hill. Stars spangled the sky overhead, lots more than Dipper had ever seen in Piedmont, where the light pollution from Oakland and San Francisco dimmed them. No moon yet—it was gibbous and waning and, because of the recent change to Daylight Saving Time, it wouldn't rise until nearly eleven.

Creatures howled in the distance. Like the panda duck that Dipper had tried to win for Wendy, the species were indeterminate. In Gravity Falls, they might be anything. Wendy stood beside a stump and took a deep breath. "OK, dude, I know you won't freak out, but this might be rough on you. Remember I'm here for you, though. Wanna hold my hand?"

"Anytime," Dipper said. Her hand was warm in his.

"OK, Gramps, I brought him!" Wendy yelled into the night.

Dipper looked at her, but she had turned off the flashlight and he saw only her silhouette against the stars. "Huh?"

"He said not to tell you till he got here. Gramps! It's me, Wendy!"

In front of them, a greenish fog coalesced. Floating a couple of feet above the ground, it pulsed and brightened and then shrank in on itself, transforming into a hulking, bearded human figure.

"Oh, my gosh!" Dipper said. "The ghost from the Northwest mansion!"

"Dipper," the apparition moaned in its deep, rumbling voice. "I have to talk to you. I mean you no harm!"

Dipper almost sagged with relief. "No problem, sir! Wendy, I'm not afraid of him. You look a lot better, Mr. uh, Lumberjack. Your beard's not on fire, and your missing eye seems to have healed up. And the, uh, axe in your head's gone."

"I'm not haunting anyone now," the ghost explained, self-consciously straightening the blow tie it wore on its . . . beard. "I have no wish to terrify. When you're a ghost, you can take many forms."

"Dude," Wendy said, squeezing Dipper's hand, "this is Archibald Corduroy. He's, like, my great-great grandfather!"

"I wondered about that!" Dipper said. "I saw his picture in your house—uh, it's nice to meet you, Mr. Corduroy."

"You treated me well," the ghost said. "I regret tricking you and then turning you into wood."

"That . . . was sort of scary," Dipper admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.

The apparition shrugged modestly. "Well, I am a ghost."

"Yeah. Uh, excuse me, but I thought that after Pacifica let everybody in, you had gone on to, you know, your reward."

"I could not bear to leave this forest that I loved so much in life," the ghost said, gesturing with a sweep of his glowing arm that took in all the surroundings. "Also, once free of haunting the hated Northwest house, I wondered what had become of my family. I soon discovered I have a mighty descendant in Daniel, and a beautiful one in Wendy." The ghost floated next to Dipper and confided: "She likes you, boy!"

"Aw, Gramps!" Wendy said, laughing. "Cut it out, dude! Look, I brought Dipper, like you asked, so just tell him what you've got for him, OK?"

The ghost backed away from Dipper, towering over them both. "He's a brave, intelligent boy, Wendy. You could do a lot worse."

"I really like your great-great granddad," Dipper said to Wendy.

Wendy giggled. "You guys! C'mon, Gramps."

"Very well. Dipper, the root of your friend's trouble is another ghost from the past. An evil one. Well, I say 'evil,' I suppose I went a little overboard myself, but my anger branched out from the betrayal the Northwests committed against my friends and me—no, no, I'll cut that short. Forget it. I'm sorry for the bad things that came from my long hatred, leave it at that. But now an ill-intentioned spirit is trying to possess your fiend Taylor. If he succeeds, terrible things will happen. You have to stop him."

"How?" Dipper asked, his throat feeling tight.

"I'm a lumberjack, not an exorcist," the ghost said a little irritably. "You must discover the way to help. Speak to the boy's family. Seek out his mother. Tell her. She will sense the truth of what I've told you. And beware! The spirit that threatens your friend is implacable, his grip as strong as cypress roots!"

"Dude," Wendy said, "you have, like, a really good vocabulary for a nineteenth-century lumberjack!"

"Being an outdoorsman doesn't mean you have to be illiterate, girl." The ghost started to dim.

"Wait, wait!" Dipper said. "Uh, sir—who is the ghost? That would help!"

"You already know in your heart," the fading ghost said. "It is a spirit that wishes to reincarnate—for revenge!"

"Bill Cipher?"

For just a second the ghost became a little brighter and clearer. "Who? No! Think human!"

And Archibald Corduroy went out like a candle flame in a wind.

"Who did he mean?" Dipper asked in the sudden darkness.

"I'm stumped," Wendy confessed. "Man, Dipper, you took that whole thing a lot better'n I expected! First time Archibald appeared to me, I totally freaked!"

"When was that?"

"Fall, two years back, after you an' Mabes went back to California. Along in October. I was in the woods behind our house cuttin' down some deadwood for the fireplace, and there he was, floatin' right in front of me. I kinda attacked him with my axe, but that went nowhere fast. He eventually calmed me down and told me who he was and all, and said he was gonna watch over our family and protect us, and since then I never saw him again—until I started asking around about the Northwests. Few days ago, he appeared to me in a stall of the girls' bathroom at school. Now, that was awkward. Anyhow, he seemed to know you were gonna come to Gravity Falls and said I needed to get you an' him together so he could tell you something, and he said you might be scared, so not to let you know who I was takin' you to see. You weren't scared, though. Good for you, dude!"

Dipper shrugged. "Those first ghosts I ever saw, the ones in the Dusk 2 Dawn, scared the heck out of me. Mainly because of what they were doing to Mabel and your friends. But I've kinda learned that most ghosts don't want to hurt you. Who could be haunting Chuck Taylor, though?"

"Dunno, man," Wendy said. They'd both switched on their flashlights and were headed back through the woods.

They didn't talk much. But when the lights of the Mystery Shack gleamed through the trees ahead, Dipper stopped in his tracks and said, "Reincarnate. Oh, no!"

Wendy stopped too. "What's wrong, Dip?"

"No," Dipper said. "No, no, no. I hope I'm wrong."

"About what?" she asked.

He swallowed hard. "Nathaniel Northwest."

The rest of the week flew by without any substantial developments in the case. Grunkle Ford lent Dipper a few detection devices and taught him how to use them, and then Grunkle Stan drove the kids home the next Saturday.

They spent Sunday and Monday brushing up for the CAHSEE that the school would give on Tuesday and Wednesday, and to their relief, the tests didn't seem all that hard. "I hope you didn't get bored and start putting down random answers," Dipper told Mabel after the last exam ended.

"Nope!" Mabel said. "I learned my lesson after the test I took in fifth grade that said I should be busted to kindergarten."

Chuck had seemed OK, and that afternoon, their first practice since the early spring break, he recovered his playing form again, pitching hard, hitting hard, running full-out. The Thursday practice was good, too, and Dipper began to think that everything was all right again.

Saturday brought a big game with the Bay City Blues. Their win-loss record tied Piedmont's, and Coach said that the teams were a pretty close match in ability, too. The Blues had a good pitching staff, some good hitters, and typically racked up scores of five to ten points in a game. They weren't the most spectacular team, but like the Panthers they played a steady, relentless game.

Saturday morning, the game started out well. Bay City won the toss and chose to take the field. Their pitcher had game: he struck out both Mike and Petey with three pitches each, and Dipper began to think the Panthers were doomed to an early loss.

However, Chuck, looking healthy, belted out a solid double, and following him at bat, both JD and Barb managed singles, sending Chuck home for the first run of the game. Unfortunately, Jon J sent a sweet high fly ball deep into left field—and right into the fielder's glove.

Chuck's pitching began unsteadily. The first batter racked up one strike and three balls before hitting a single. The second man up got a double on the first pitch, putting the runner on third and ready to score. From the bench, Tripper watched Chuck wipe sweat from his face, kick at the mound, and then lean forward, looking determined.

Off on the sidelines, Mabel, in her cheerleader costume, acted subdued. The Panthers had a bigger crowd than ever—their away games had frankly pitiful attendance, just the kids' parents and maybe five or six students—but now the bleachers were nearly full of cheering kids and adults. Except Mabel's enthusiasm had ebbed. Dipper knew she was worrying about Chuck.

However, Chuck promptly struck out two Blues in a row. The next two batters both got on base, though, one single, one double. Then when Vance McCall stepped into the batter's box, Chuck took his time considering his first pitch. McCall was the Blues' best hitter by far.

And he proved it by pulling a low fly to far right field, where it hit and bounced, for a moment looking as if it would go straight to Petey DeFoy—but then it bounced again, taking a bad hop deeper into fair territory, making it hard to field.

McCall wound up standing on second base. The first two Blues scored, and there went Piedmont's lead. As though to apologize to the fans, Chuck struck the next guy out with three fast pitches.

Second inning began with X-Man getting a single, trying to push it into a double, and getting tagged out. However, then both Hi-Ho and Bobby made it to base—Hi-Ho successfully stealing second before Bobby's single put him on third. Dub struck out, and it was Dipper's turn.

He'd been working hard on his batting. He let a ball go by, choked up on his grip, and took a swing at the next pitch—and connected. It was a grounder, skipping just past the third baseman and running right along the foul line.

Miracle of miracles, it didn't cross the line, and Dipper made it to first! More, it took Hi-Ho home—Dipper's first RBI. For a moment, it looked like a Piedmont rally, but Big W's hard grounder was snagged by the Blues shortstop, who fired the ball home just in time for the catcher to tag Bobby out.

The Blues couldn't get anything going in the bottom half, and the second inning closed with a 2-2 tie.

The Panthers came to bat for the third inning. Coach sent Dipper and Krenk in as subs and asked Chuck how he was feeling. "I'm OK," he insisted, though Dipper thought he was sweating harder than usual. It was a dismal inning, three Panthers coming up to bat, two being put out, one getting on base, and then with Jimmy in scoring position on third base—Krenk went down swinging, one, two, three, to retire the side.

In the bottom, Chuck's pitching was noticeably slower and less accurate. Still, he held the Blues to just one run, though that put them ahead again, three to two.

Before the turnover, Coach walked out and asked Chuck, "You gonna be OK? I can pull you."

Dipper saw Chuck shake his head and heard him mutter, "I think laying off practice last week put me off my game. I'll stay in."

In the top of the fourth inning, Mike, first up, got a single, and Chuck matched it. Coach called for time out and said, "Pines, you're faster. Go in as a pinch runner for Monohan."

Though he felt a flutter of anxiety, Dipper did. He led off second, tense, ready to jump back if the Blues pitcher suddenly turned and threw to the second baseman. Like Chuck, the Blues pitcher seemed to have lost some steam, and JD blasted his first pitch into a hard liner into the gap and dug out on what looked to be a double—but the right fielder scooped it up and got it to first in time to hold him.

But Dipper, running full out, tagged third, saw the coach motion him, and, imagining the Gobblewonker nipping at his heels, blasted for home. He could hear Mabel, not leading a cheer, but just screaming "Go, Bro, go, go, GO!"

The catcher stepped up, mitt raised, and Dipper fell into a slide, raising dust. The ball smacked the mitt. Dipper's cleats touched home plate, the catcher tagged his calf, and the ump yelled, "Safe!"

The crowd went wild. Well, mostly Mabel went wild, but still. He had tied the game again, 3-all.

There the Panthers lost their luck. One man out on a pop fly, and then a double play ended their chance to pull ahead.

Chuck didn't look as if he felt well when he stood on the mound. But he bore down and struck out the first two Blues at bat—the second out was actually their first man in the rotation. Then he got two strikes past the third batter—and as he wound up for the third pitch, all at once he tottered and went down on one knee, the ball on the ground, his right hand going out to brace himself. He croaked, "Coach!"

Waylund, Dipper, and the other Panthers hustled out. "What's wrong, Chuck?" Coach asked.

"Real dizzy," Chuck gasped. "Better take me out."

The crowd applauded as Waylund helped Chuck to the dugout, and Dipper saw Mr. and Mrs. Taylor coming down from the bleachers, looking anxious. Waylund sent in Jon J as replacement pitcher, and he did his best, but Chuck's second near-faint had shaken up him and the other Panthers, and Jon J let another two Blues batters on base before the next one got a single, pulling the Blues ahead by one run. Then he pulled it together and struck the last man out.

Dipper hastily trotted in to ask Chuck how he was feeling. Chuck, huddled on the bench, shrugged miserably. "We'll take him back to the doctor," his dad said.

"Not until the game ends," Chuck said firmly. "Just a little dizzy."

It might have gone better if he'd gone then. The Panthers, keenly aware that Chuck was sick and was watching them, lost their concentration. They fought the game out, even managing another run in the top of the seventh, but it ended with a Blues win, 9-4.

Dipper had missed an easy catch and had fanned three pitches, striking out in the worst way possible. As soon as the game ended, the Taylors took Chuck away—he was walking under his own power, at least—and the team morosely apologized to the coach.

"Forget it, men," he said. "I'll stay in touch with the Taylors and get word out to you if it looks serious. Let's hope it isn't."

"We're all hoping," Mabel said. She had come into the dugout, and tears stood in her eyes.

In the back seat of the family car, as their mom and dad stood outside talking about the game—and probably Chuck's illness—Dipper said to Mabel, "I'm going over to the Taylors' this afternoon."

"I'm coming too," she said.

"If you want. Listen, do me a big favor. You get Chuck and his dad aside somehow. I have to talk to Mrs. Taylor."

"About what?"

Dipper's voice was grim: "About a family ghost."

To be continued

Note from the Authors: This was just an idea I had but the one who really worked his magic and wrote almost all of this is none other than BillEase. He’s an amazing author who usually hangs out at fanfiction.net. Don’t pass up on a chance to check out his stuff. This guy is AMAZING. He wrote the story, I just gave the plot.

[goldenroutledge]

Congrats on 500!! Could I request from list a, number 9 "There's only one bed and we sleep as far away as possible from each other but wake up cuddling" with Drew Starkey??💗💗

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a/n: thanks jo, hope you like it! 💛

part 2 ~ drew starkey masterlist

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There were many downsides to being the only single one out of your castmates. Besides Drew, that is. Although it was unintentional, you couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit left out while all of your friends did cute couple things with their partners.

You all had a break in filming, and after some deliberation, the group decided to take a trip to Big Bear. Unfortunately not everyone could make it, but with Chase, JD, Drew, Rudy, the Maddies, and all of their significant others, you’d be in for a good time.

Upon arrival, everyone was more than ready to settle into the cabin for the night. You were all sitting on the couches, bags in a clutter at the side of the room before Madelyn came down the hall with an uneasy look on her face. “So, I have some bad-ish news..” She announced warily. Everyone seemed to groan in unison at her words.

“What is it?” JD asked.

“It turns out there’s only 5 rooms. Not 6.” She sighed, looking towards you and Drew. Of course you would be the odd two out, seeing as there were 4 couples who would be occupying 4 of the 5 rooms.

“So... Y/n and Drew will have to share then?” JD followed up.

“Mhm.” Madelyn confirmed.

You and Drew looked at each other at the same time, before you spoke up. “I’m fine with it.”

“Yeah. We’ll make it work.” Drew affirmed, bags already in hand and ready to head to the room.

“I’m sure you will.” Madelyn winked and nudged your shoulder as you passed by her, causing a flash of panic to wash over your expression as Drew was only a few feet behind you.

She had known of your tiny crush on him, always sending you a suggestive look or making a joke to you later when he would pay you a compliment. You rolled your eyes playfully and moved past the girl, heading straight for the room as Drew followed.

“Are you sure you’re okay? I could always take the couch or something.” He offered, shutting the door behind him.

“Yeah, I’m fine. There’s room for both of us.” You joked, plopping down on the king sized bed.

You didn’t exchange many words after that, each of you too busy getting ready for bed. You took your side and he took his, leaving a giant space in between. “Goodnight, Y/n.” Drew muttered, turning off his bedside lamp.

“Goodnight, Drew.” You replied, turning off yours.

-

The bright light shining through the white curtains brought you out of your sleep, your blankets resting low near your hips while a different cozy warmth wrapped around you.

Wait- what?

You peered up to find a sleeping Drew, breaths of air passing through his slightly open lips every few seconds. Your heart sped up, at the sight of him as well as feeling his chest rise and fall underneath the arm you had resting across it. He looked way too comfortable for you to move, though.

Both of his arms were wrapped around you protectively, making you swoon at the muscles bulging through his t-shirt. Rudy’s loud voice and footsteps through the hall caused Drew to stir out of sleep. You frowned, wishing the moment would have lasted longer but nonetheless it was still something you’d hold onto.

“Mornin.” Drew spoke deeply, bringing a hand up to rub his tired eyes. Just before they shot open to see the other resting on your body. “Oh, uhm. I-I’m sorry.” He apologized, backing away from you a bit.

“It’s okay.” You chuckled. “Your warmth was nice.”

Drew blushed, running a hand through his hair. Before he could respond, the door flew open as you were both met with an astounded Rudy. “Woah- I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”

“Are you ever?” Drew shot back sarcastically, earning a laugh out of the blond.

“Okay, okay. Sorry I ruined your moment.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. “I just wanted to tell you there’s breakfast downstairs if you’re interested. But you both seem pretty interested in each other instead.”

“Knock next time, Pankow.” Drew retorted.

“We’ll be down in a few.” You told him.

“Take your time...” Rudy reassured, mocking some kissing sounds on his way out.

“We’ll never be able to live that down.” You giggled.

“Nope.” Drew agreed, leaning his head back on the headboard.

“To be fair, there’s worse people I could’ve woken up in the arms of.”

He chuckled at your words. “And there’s worse people I could’ve woken up to in my arms.”

“See, aren’t you glad I didn’t let you sleep on the couch?”

“Don’t let it go to your head or anything but, yeah. I am.”

You beamed at him, your eyes not being able to leave his. “Me too.”

part 2

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[wordsetchedinherskin]

JD Fanfiction: Season 9

Episode 2; Scene 1

(MOM?!)

I stare at JD, eyes wide while I try to think of something to say. My mouth feels thick like cotton as I swallow hard, trying to get the words out.

"Wait... Mom?! As in, Ms. Davies? As in, the person who literally brought me back from the dead!?" The words don't even sound real as they escape my mouth. JD just nods. Their skin growing paler by the moment. I take a deep breath trying to center myself. I slowly turn to the ethereal woman. Her eyes crinkling at the corners as she smiles at me.

"Hello Theo" She steps foward and I see where JD gets their gratefulness from. Her body seems to float, even without the wings. "It certainly is nice to meet the woman who saved Jordan's life. And under better circumstances this time" She takes my hands and squeezes them reassuringly. Her skin is warm, and immediately makes me feel safe. I smile back, wanting so badly to hug her. So I do.

"Ms. Davies.. er.. ma'am.. er.. JD's Mom..." she cuts off my stammering with a wave of her hand. I'm trying my best not to blush, but the similarities between her and Jordan are so striking that it starts to spread across my entire face.

"Please, call me Dorothea." She smiles again and I can feel my knees start to go weak.

"Ok" I croak out, trying to swallow and find my nerve. "Dorothea..." She smiles even wider at this and I grab onto Jordan's arm, which is now soaked in sweat. This finally breaks me from my stupor, and I turn to face them.

(Right. Enough oggling, Theo. Jordan needs you.)

"JD? Babe? You ok? Do you need to sit down?" It takes them a minute to register my words before slowing nodding and slumping down to the wet grass. I take a seat next to them, rubbing small circles on their back. After a few moments their breath finally starts to return to normal. Their usual tan skin getting back some of it's natural color. They look at me, and the look in their eyes makes my heart lurch. They look so small, and so sad.

Dorothea stands tall and regal in the sun. Giving her child all the time they need to gain their composure. Her eyes growing sad as she looks at them.

(She wants so badly to hold and comfort them)

Finally JD tries to stand again. They wobble at first, but slowly find their footing. Straightening their shoulders, they close their eyes and take a long, deep breath.

(They're trying so hard to come to terms with this. I can't imagine what it's like to have your Mom show up after roughly 300 years)

When they speak they're voice comes out so small, it's barely audible.

"M-mom? W-what.. what are you doing here?" The look of guilt and shame that fills JD's eyes are enough to break anyone's heart. They've never had any closure over how them being the Jersey Devil effected their Mom's life. "I'm s-so.. so sorry"

Dorothea smiles and cups JD's face in her hands. A single tear falls down their face at her touch.

"Oh, my sweet, sweet Jordan." She tips their face up, moving a few hairs out of their eyes. "You have nothing to be sorry for. You must not feel anymore guilt over what your father made of you. You have become more than other Mother could ever hope for."

As soon as the words are spoken, JD falls into her arms. Sobbing like a small child. She whispers soft "shhhh's" into their ear as she comforts them.

(Oh, Jordan.. )

The rest of us stand around the waters edge, trying to give JD and Dorothea all the time they need. After several minutes, JD's tears finally begin to taper off. When they pull away, they look as though the entire world has been lifted from their shoulders. Dorothea smiles warmly as JD wipes their face with the back of their hand.

I walk over and take Jordan's hand, giving them the most comforting smile I can muster. I want so badly to hug them, but I know after what just happened, they're probably emotionally exhausted. They smile at me, and wink. Trying to reassure me that they're ok.

(I got you, babe. I always got you)

The rest of Havenfall's Finest walk over to join us, wrapping us in a massive group hug. JD laughs, and makes a weird hand movement.

"Woah, woah.. hands off the merchandise!" JD laughs, giving everyone a smirk. Razi beams at us, while Mackenzi just shakes her head. I chuckle and look at Diego, who can't seem to take his eyes off Dorothea. She's standing there, watching us with strong admiration.

"I am so glad Jordan has such wonderful people in their life, who love them so deeply." Her voice is soft and brings a slight blush to everyone's face.

(I could seriously drown in that voice)

After a few moments, JD shakes everyone off of us, and clears their throat. Doing their best to regain their cool and aloof composure. They slide their hands down their body, and pull their jacket back into its proper place. When they catch me staring, they give me a wink.

(Oh, lord. Yep. Still way too gay for this)

"So.. Mom.. " they stop on the word 'mom' like it's best word they've ever gotten to say. I smile, my heart so incredibly full and happy for them. "As much as I love to see you, I'm sure there's an important reason you needed us to summon you?"

(Oh, right. That)

Dorothea's smile falters for the first time since she arrived. She bites her bottom lip, looking so remarkably like Jordan that I smile. She takes a deep breath and speaks in a slow, level tone.

(Oh fuck. What now?)

"I wish I could say that I just missed you, and wanted to see your face.. which of course, is true." She smiles, grabbing JD and I's hands. "But unfortunately, we have a bit of a problem that only you, and Theo, together, can take care of."

I give JD a sideways glance, trying to gauge what their feeling. But their eyes haven't left their Mother's face since she started talking.

"It's your Father, Jordan." As she says the words, I feel JD grimace.

(Of course it fucking is)

She pauses before continuing.

"It's come to our attention that Lucifer is planning something absolutely heinous, and from the information we have, he plans on taking as many human lives as he can to do it." Dorothea's words cut through the air like ice. No one moves, all of the air seeming to leave the area.

"Well, fuck." JD spits out the words like venom. Their eyes burning with rage. "Can't he go longer than a couple of decades without being the absolute worst Father in the fucking universe!?"

Dorothea moves closer, enveloping us in her calming energy.

"I'm so sorry, Jordan." Her eyes drop as she speaks. "I wish for anything that anyone else could help with this. If it were up to me, you'd never have to see your Father again. But from the prophecies we've read regarding this specific event, you and Theo are the only ones who can stop it."

JD closes their eyes, doing everything in their power not to burn down the world where they stand. I take their free hand, reminding them that I'm there. They release a staggered breath at my touch and straightens their shoulders. They turn and give me a confident, wide grin.

"Alright, then." They exclaim, clapping loudly for dramatic flair. " Let's take this Mother Fucker down. Once and for all."

(Fuck. Yes. Count me in!)

[hos18greenhouse]

Exit Interview - QuilLynn (Week 6)

Brett - The vote was 6 to 2. Who were you counting on having your back?

QuilLynn - I knew I had Trixie and that was it. I knew Zak would vote out roxy but that wasn’t for me, that was just because he wanted to vote her. Then you have the snakes, who were Aras, Linus, JD, and Ruthie, who for some reason thought that lying to me about their vote would somehow benefit them. I knew I didn’t actually have any of them, but it just pisses me off that i’m going to jury and the have the audacity to lie (poorly) to my face about how they were voting

Brett - You had some choice words for a lot of HouseGuests this week. You referred to Scott as Brick Face. You questioned their overall intelligence. You called some snakes. You even insinuated inflicting self-harm would be preferable to their company. Do you feel your confrontational style worked against you?

QuilLynn - …I don’t remember saying those things Julie. Honestly how I acted was just for fun, I knew if I was going I didn’t want to go out being boring and I stand by the things I said. I mean I made up with brickface, I’m rooting for him to win, but I still get to play up being bitter for a bit longer and thats how I like it! Also everyone is pretty stupid like, in terms of how they went about doing things, the were snakey, but detectable. I think some people (linus) used it as an excuse against me, but that really wasn’t the case

Brett - You had expressed before this week began that you were nervous that the other HouseGuests were becoming somewhat wary of you and that you were going to be the person people would "take a shot at" at an opportune time. What about your game do you think made people wary?

QuilLynn - Well people talk and I talked a lot, but also aligned with a large group of people, that I really didn’t know and had no actual trust in and I think people used that against me, on top with the fact that there were rumours about a premade circulating, and might I just add in here yes me and trixie live together,but I wanted to play this season solo and I didn’t even know she applied until we both got our acceptances, bitch stole my game and made it farther than me lol! Anyway~ sorry yeah Zak was telling people that me trixie and roxy were a premade and that got around to people, who clearly trusted each other more than they trusted me, so that definitely made people weary

Brett - You had the highest score for "Race to the Top" whereas Trixie had the highest score for "Apple Season." The randomizer determined "Apple Season" would be the POV for this round while "Race to the Top" would be used for our Double Eviction. How much does it sting that a random number generator kept you from winning when you needed it most?

QuilLynn - It definitely stings omg. I wish I tried harder to convince Trixie to use veto on me too, because I don think there were a couple votes that I couldn’t get that she would and then I do think we would both probably still be in the game, but it is what it is and at least I get to sit around and wait on jury and be a bitch to every flop that enters the chat!

Brett - How did that conversation go over with Trixie?

QuilLynn - She was drunk and almost did it, but ultimately she chose to use it on herself, which of course I told her I was okay with as long as she puts effort into slaying the game for me

Brett - Had you survived the Double Eviction, what would your plan have been?

QuilLynn - Well obviously I was against Scott, but he’s very loose lipped and easy to read. I would have went after Ci’ere and Ruthie because they were the biggest snakes in the house. I just wanted cause some issues and have some fun

Brett - There are 9 players remaining. Who is playing the best game? Who is playing the worst game? And who do you think will be evicted next?

QuilLynn - The best game is probably Linus just because nobody knows that he’s even fucking there, but people still trust him for some reason. The worst game, I want to say Scott just because how obvious he is, but for some reason its working for him so I can’t even say he’s playing the worst. Maybe Zak is playing the worst since I feel like he hasn’t made any solid connections, but thats just my perspective I could be way off. I hope its Ruthie who is evicted next, but I think Trixie will probably taken out, unless she pulls through in these comps, when she tries in comps you can’t fuck with her.

Brett - You were the cornerstone behind the formation of the women's alliance. Had you been on the block with one of the men, do you think you'd have carried through? How much did you have invested in the women's alliance?

QuilLynn - If I had been up against Zak, for example, he would have gone. The woman’s alliance unfortunately didn’t actually matter to anyone except me and maybe Roxy to an extent. It was something the others would have been comfortable riding until they had a good opportunity, like this one, to take me out. Once I started to catch onto the way JD and Ruthie were playing the alliance stopped mattering to me, and I’m happy to see it crumble. Hopefully Trixie and Roxy can stay alive for a bit longer, but unfortunately I don’t see any way a woman will win this season.

Brett - In the event that you were evicted, some of your fellow HouseGuests left you goodbye messages. Let's take a look.

Aras - you don't deserve this and I am an asshole. we've had our ups and our downs in this game and I do feel partially responsible for your eviction this week because well obviously I voted for you and even more so because I had been spreading half-lies about you and your connection to Dalton during the pre-jury game to people like scott, zak etc. as well as Trixie. ultimately though we did reconnect and I'm glad we did because it revealed to me who the bullshit artists in this house are, even though I do feel bad about your eviction it puts a lot of people right in the position where I want them. Linus now isn't going anywhere which is what I wanted, Ci'ere is at best a pawn, Scott is an easier target than ever, JD and Ruthie don't speak to me, I can nominate them seemingly whenever, Roxy is now more dependent on me than ever, so is Zakriah and those two will kill eachother while I watch and hopefully I can get Trixie to stay with myself/Trevor. regardless of how this ended, I did enjoy getting to know you and playing the game with you and i'll be happy to reconnect with you post-game whether that be in the jury house or after the finale. i do want to apologize if i did come off as fake to you because that wasn't my intention but i did know that i had to become closer to you than i previously was since you were picking up on my bs during the aaron vote off djkddkkdjkh. byee <3

Ci'ere - it sucks to see you go problematic kween. I’m still immensely grateful that you gave me a rose week one! 🌹That was super sweet of you and I did try to repay the favor. I was honest about what I intended to do this vote and I feel pretty bad about your eviction, but I believe that I made the right decision for my game. It seems like you think you know all that’s happened in the house, but Big Brother is dynamic and it’s always changing. I hope that this isn’t the last we see of you, Quail. Continue slaying those selfies gurl. Get yaself some sugar daddy loving tonight!

JD - I'm really hoping that you are not going to go babe! You're one of the people that I hold really close in this game! I have heard that it's a split though so I have no idea what's actually going to happen :/ I hope youll be okay though. (webheart)

Julia - I love you

Linus - Quil I'm so sorry, I feel I owe it to you to be up front. I voted you but please know it wasn't personal at all. You and Scott were my two closest people this game and since both of you were on opposite ends I honestly just felt like I couldn't trust the other people you were close to, whereas I have a better read on Scott's allies and I feel I can work with them long term. If it hadn't been for the big fight I would never have voted you and I'm so freaking sorry, this vote is based solely on association 😞 .

Ruthie - Quillyn, I’m really sorry if you are seeing this. It’s almost five and I still haven’t voted and I feel awful about voting you out. You had an AMAZING pitch, I almost kept you but there is no way I could beat you if we ended up at the end together. You are such a great player and you are SO nice, I’m so glad we had a chance to get to know one another better and I hope that you aren’t mad and that we can talk some more after the game. I hate that two people in the girls alliance got put up beside one another but know this- I will fight to take the ladies to the end!

Scott - Sorry we just didn't connect very well. I actually would have preferred you to stay here based on your message to me about nominating Roxy but I couldn't publically be like "oh me and Quill are cool" when you went off on me in the house chat, and I guess I do have allies who want to protect me.

Trevor - know that I could have saved you and I chose not to.  Maybe take some time to breathe before coming at people who are still your allies.

Zakriah - Byeeeeeee

Brett - Any final thoughts?

QuilLynn - uhhh yeah a lot of them are full of shit. Mostly Ruthie, clearly she was closer to Trevor than the girls so I don’t care about a thing she has to say. I think using my “blow up” against me is weak, but whatever everyone can have their opinion. Ummm yeah those were pretty lacklustre and I hope scott can make it to the end.

[survivorkvaloya]

While we proceed through our Rites of Passage, listen to this soundtrack from the show for ambiance so to speak.

Without further ado, lets pay tribute....

Christine: Whew, Zoe, we didn’t really talk to much which was unfortunate and you got a really rough deal with that joint tribal which was….well even more unfortunate. I hope you give it another shot someday though!

Jack: didnt know you sry

JD: It sucks that you were one of the first people out. If I remember right, you're pretty new to the community and it would have been good to have you around longer. The first couple of votes are ways hard to navigate and here's to you making it to FTC for your next game drinks water from canteen

Ryan: you being inactive got Connor the legacy advantage and when Connor was slaughtered he gave it to Christine, so thank you for that

Christine: I’ve heard so much about you and saw you around the community a lot and when I saw we were both cast I got so excited to play with you! It’s a shame that you left so early.

Jack: didnt know you sry

JD: I dont even know what happened with your vote, I feel a bit shit for it though because I got a handful of people together and you were the name they wanted to vote. I think they were worried about you though, so cheers to your reputation drinks water

Ryan: aklghgdjal you slaughtered me in Olympics and we fought so much in that Project Runway game. Years go by and I thought you'd fuck me up but you'd never reply to me!!

Christine: CONNOR!!! Words can’t explain how grateful I was to have you in this game. After the rocky time we had in Rebels & Rogues I was a little nervous to see how things would play out but I was so sad to see you go so early. Thank you so much for giving me the legacy advantage, you literally saved my life in this game and I’m glad I could put it to good use for you. Next time I’m back in Boston we definitely need to hang out. :D

Jack: didnt know you sry

JD: remember that time I called you Conner ha.ha.ha... I actually wanted to work with you. But without a student/mentor so early in the game you were just the easy vote I guess. I just went with it. I'm sorry. Drinks water

Ryan: I really missed out on playing with you in hosts since I dropped out! I did only get to see you for a hot minute in this game but Danielle and Christine said good things about you so I hope to see you in the future!

Christine: AH BRETT! A true robbed icon. Your vote was one of the hardest for me because I was so excited to play with you after seeing how amazing you played in Switzerland and House of Shade. You were always there to support me and Lauren which I was so grateful for. I fought so hard to keep you and I’m sorry I couldn’t do enough.

Jack: You were like the only person I talked to early game and then you voted me and got blindsided, so... idk man this was an experience and I thought I was following you out.

JD: BRETT!!! I actually remember this vote, we weren't on the same tribe but I was watching it happen and I was so shook when it happened. I was really hoping to work with you! But at least got to make up for it in another game. You were gone too soon, cheers. Drinks water 

Ryan: I was paranoid you didn't like me much on our original tribe but talking to you on the first nights call I liked you. I thought you were an interesting person and had his life together which is like unrelatable to me

Christine: We never really talked too much which I’m sorry about but it must’ve been fun to come back after playing the other students and mentors season!

Jack: Mentor dad. Gone too soon.

JD: hdhdkdsksknfj so upset when you left. You were the first person that I connected with! East coast buddies! East coast cheers!! Drinks water

Ryan: BEAT YOU AGAIN. JK Andry ilysm. Our 3 year friend/enemy anniversary came and went. But in this game I was paranoid waiting for you to fuck me right up but you were def gone too soon

Christine: My Mo’orea host ❤︎ I wish we could’ve talked more while you were in the game but you’re super nice and I would’ve loved the chance to play with you more.

Jack: You 100% got swapfucked while I was on reflection, sorry I couldn't have helped.

JD: My mentor! I wish that we had more time to work together! Cheers! Drinks water

Ryan: Most people didn't get a chance to talk to you but I did cause we were both night owls! When you were here in the game you were here to fight the masses and I love that. And I love your student too xoxo

Christine: My student!!! When I saw we were gonna be a duo for this season I was so excited cause I knew we were gonna be a force to be reckoned with. You’re an absolute sweetheart and so funny, I was sad to see you go pretty early. I love you so much and I’m sorry I couldn’t have helped you more.

Jack: Never really talked to you, sorry!

JD: I really got nothing to say, I'm sorry. We didn't do anything, we didn't talk, and we didn't work together. I’m pretty sure I was on reflection when you got voted out too so I have no clue why they decided one you. But, cheers? Drinks water

Ryan: We didn't talk too much, which is sad because your social game is fucking amazing. Straight up asking me about tacos before saying hello was a way to my heart.

Christine: COLIN I LEFT FOR ONE ROUND AND EVERYTHING WENT DOWNHILL WHAT THE HECK. God. I’m just kidding obviously, but when I saw you were cast I got so excited because I was so ready for us to do THAT again. It’s always amazing getting the chance to play with you cause you always keep people on their toes and it’s so much fun to watch, this season was no different. You’re incredibly smart and although we never really got to be on the same tribe it was an honor to play with you and I hope you play again someday!

Jack: First merge boot sucks, man, but that vote was HECTIC as fuck so sorry it had to be you.

JD: hfjsksldjdg another vote that I was on reflection for? I think? Maybe? I don't actually remember gosh I'm sorry. I know that this was our third time playing together and we were planning to working together till the end. Everyone on my list of people I wanted to work with... Just kept getting picked off. Sorry boo, cheers. Drinks water

Ryan: aklghalkjdgaj sweet babboo. I owe you a lot and I wanna protect you if I'm ever in a game with you again.

Christine: I feel like I have a lot of explaining to do for you and I just wanna start things out by saying I’m so sorry. I hope I’ll get more of a chance to explain what went down, but at that point in time I knew I needed to flip and it was never anything personal against you. You did amazing on editing that music video and it was nice to get the chance to meet you!

Jack: I'm gonna be honest I don't know if we like ever talked so rip

JD: Your vote I remember, it was a rough one for me. I really didn't know what to do because I wanted to work with Ryan but I wanted to work with Quill too. In the end Ryan's argument won out and I was so in the dark after coming back I just went with the best argument. Was nothing against you though, cheers. Drinks water

Ryan: my skype mood for weeks was you talking about fucking me up over furbys. I found out via Quilynn yelling at Dani and I that you thought I was bullying you. My POV is just us fighting over game stuff and you calling me out for lying pre-merge to you and me stumbling upon my words. I look back at how we left things and I hope you know I was just trying to be funny at the end of our convo and I thought personally wise we were good akfalgjsgs i'm really sorry

Christine: Danielle oh my gosh...I think you were the definition of robbed in this game. The round you left was insane and to see you go the way you did was so sad. I’m glad at least in this game we were able to work together and I wish you all the best of luck heading into the Mo’orea finale!

Jack: DONT SELF VOTE NEXT TIME YOU DIED TOO EARLY BECAUSE OF IT ;;

JD: I mean, I can't say much about that vote other then wer’e both dumb. Cheers to self voting drinks water

Ryan: My almost fiancé, friend of years. Can't wait to fuck it up with a couple of escorts (literally) in Florida in just 17 days!!! Seeing you in this game was honestly like... oh shit we gonna do this huh. We haven't really played together since we met in BRAWL years ago )WWE2 does NOT count) and I can never hide how close I am with you cause ilysm.

Christine: Ahhh Willow! I heard so many good things about you, especially from Johnny, and after getting the chance to play with you I can see why. You were so incredibly sweet and yet so strategic. You were a strong player and a super nice person and I’m sorry things went down the way they did.

Jack:  You were always nice to me, so I feel bad constantly voting against you. Sorry ;;

JD: We didn't talk much at the start of this game and it's a shame too because after the infection challenge we started talking more. I wonder what would have happened in the game if I have started working with you guys instead of staying with Ryan. Cheers to the possibilities. Drinks water

Ryan: QUEEN. I hope skule is going good!!! I thought other than Danielle that you and me were gonna turn this game on it's head. You lying to me on call for a straight hour and you sounding so genuine made me realise I've never met a better player than you and even after fucking me RIGHT up I still loved you. I hope you don't hate me!

Christine: Lowkey you were a little unpredictable for me, I never knew what to expect but it was always fun talking with you! I hope classes are going well and everything and that we can talk again soon. :)

Jack: Cursed by Dani... we never really talked but you seemed cool!

JD: I mean, you gotta start making up your mind kid. We wanted to work together but you were just always so indecisive that I found it really hard to talk about anything game resulted with you. Cheers to sorting out the Nick/Nicholas confusion though. Drinks water

Ryan:

https://prnt.sc/ghqnh9 https://prnt.sc/gi0tmojk

imo you were a big player this season. I could NEVER read you, especially at merge. When you voted for me the first time I wasn't even sure if it was you. I never knew where u were voting or who you trusted most and it scared me. You were one of the most inch resting people here.

Christine: Ugh, Gage I’m still a little aggravated about what went down. I was really excited to have the chance to play with you again, despite the nightmare that PI was, but when we started talking I was really hoping we could go far. You were definitely one of the smartest players here which was exciting to see and even funner to strategize with. Everything I talked to you about was genuine and when that vote turned out the way it did I was beyond upset. On the bright side of things, thank you so much for everything and I hope we can talk more once things are over.

Jack: Paranoia got the best of me that vote, sorry man. :(

JD: I'm actually happy to say that this was... Probably my only good move in this game, even if it was going against the people I was working with but I was worried that you were gonna take my place with at the final and I couldn’t have that. Cheers to being a threat to my shity game. Drinks water

Ryan: 

when i saw u in this game i was so fucking happy because i literally followed all your seasons in tumblr survivor after Tasmania. Even when u were on that shitty raro pepe tribe. i was hoping you'd remember me! you did so much for me in this game and you deserved so much better.

Christine: Jackson! You were definitely an interesting player this season. I always enjoyed our conversations and I was so excited to potentially work with you and Ryan and then...we pretty much did the opposite and flipped sides which was a little ironic. You were always nice no matter what situation was handed your way and you were always pretty straightforward to me which I appreciated. I hope you enjoyed your first ORG and I really do hope to see you play again!

Jack: Early game I wanted a Jack/Jackson alliance. Never panned out.  Oh well!

JD: I mean, who turns on their mentor? I don't know, it just shook me to the core. Students and mentors should have been f2 material but I suppose, cheers to playing your game, not the games game… Not Steffens game? Even though it is his game… Imma just drink.  Drinks water

Ryan:

Honestly I want to write an essay rn about how much I love you from our conversations all season. I was so lucky to get you as a student from when we picked from those short anonymous intros. I wanted to play this game with you so bad, especially since you were one of the few (if not the only) who's only played no or close to no survivor games. i WISH you wanted to play with me come merge. It was hard voting you out knowing it was between us and i didn't wanna lay down and die.

Christine: Part of me doesn’t even know where to begin with you honestly, you tried to idol me out, I tried to idol you out, it was a real trip. At the beginning of this game I figured we were going to be a strong duo and when things went the way they did I knew I couldn’t risk it and I’m sorry if I ever came across as rude to you or anything because I feel like we both got pretty heated and you didn’t deserve that. All in all you were a fierce competitor and made this game insane and so much fun. You’re somebody who always stands their ground which I honestly admire about you. It was an honor to get the chance to play with you.

Jack: Never did I think we'd ever work together, let alone would I be disappointed that you were idoled out, but both ended up happening!

JD: I mean, you had it. If Christine hasn't of have the legacy advantage I'm sure this would be a much different f4. I'm hurt that I was the only one that you didn't wish good luck but at the same time, I did lie to you a couple of times in this game so I deserve it. Me and you formed up on day one and after the tribe swap and chatting with Ryan I was hoping the three of us could have worked something out. However, everyone I wanted to work with kept getting voted out, so I didn't bring it up. Probably a huge mistake. But you did amazing. Cheers for just doing you and owning it. Drinks water

Ryan: 

i WISH we were allies. I feel like out of anyone in the cast you had the most in common with me. I'm not shook that a power had to be played to get you out cause you were a dominating player. Any time you were kicked down you scratched your way to the top.

Christine: Well aren’t you full of surprises? That legacy advantage had me shook but that just shows how amazing of a player you are. You were always understanding and sweet and you went out fighting until the very last second which is something I seriously respect. It seemed like we always had a little game of cat and mouse happening, always congratulating each other after every other move, and with that being said I’m glad we got to play together and that we got to work together again, even for the slightest bit. I hope your feeling a bit better from the last time we talked and thank you for such a fun experience ❤︎

Jack: Deserved better. One of the sweetest people I've ever played with.

JD: this game has been a weird mess and I have literally been playing catch up at ever round. I really enjoyed taking to you I think we have had the most non-game conversations out of anyway, for me anyway. It's too bad that the things that happened early in the game had to have such and impact on the rest of the game. Cheers to a good dessert! Drinks water, wishing it was cake

Ryan: you had me fucking SHOOK until the minute you were here. you having all these powers and keeping them a secret and waiting until the perfect moment to play them always had me freaking tf out and scrambling 5 minutes before tribals.  You coming to me before merge and initiating conversation that felt so genuine that after 5 minutes i knew liked you a lot. we had so many common allies at merge that i felt sad that we were on opposite sides all game after the first vote.