#i do admit ive watched it a long time a go when my grandmas passing was still a sore spot

[latinotiktok]

The comments....we are like this

I'm gonna ask you a question and I need you to answer me with honesty. no lying. there's no judging here. I just really need to know. @ latinos

What is your relationship with this movie?

[tsarisfanfiction]

Silent IV

Fandom: Thunderbirds Rating: Teen Genre: Hurt/Comfort/Angst Characters: John Tracy, Scott Tracy

Part 4 of my response to @gumnut-logic‘s SensorySunday: Taste challenge. Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Answering reader’s questions?  Only halfway through a fic?  More likely than you think.

Sleep didn’t come easily for John.  It never had done, not even before last weekend, but now he couldn’t sleep at all until he knew all his brothers were safe in their rooms.  That indicator was Scott; until Scott came into their room and settled down in bed, John could be sure that at least one brother was still up.  As Scott would never go to bed until Virgil and Gordon were settled in the room next door, and Alan was asleep in his own bed, dragged in to their room almost as soon as they’d got home, his eventual stumble into bed was the sign John needed that the others were all as okay as they could be right now.

Even the stars had abandoned him.  Sat in the window, a favourite seat of his, with a neglected book in his lap, there were no pinpricks of light shining through the darkness.  Clouds had stayed gathered ever since the avalanche, blocking out both the sun and the stars.  Somewhere beyond them was Dad, on a mission to the moon.  John wondered if he knew, yet.  Grandma had said she’d contact the space agency, but communications from Earth to the moon were difficult.  It had always been a sore point between the older boys and their father – off again for months, two year old Alan barely knew who his Daddy was – but now it was a gaping wound.  John had always been fascinated by space, but he swore he wouldn’t go until he knew he could keep in contact with his family.  Always.

Equally as difficult as getting a message to the moon, apparently, was trying to travel when so snowed under even the cars couldn’t move, and planes refused to fly.  There was no snow here, and if John never saw a snowflake again it would be too soon, but Grandma’s state was snowed in.  Grandma was adamant that she’d find her way to them soon, and John knew she was doing everything she could to move in with them, but it felt as though the world itself was conspiring against them.  Every day that passed, Scott lived in greater and greater fear of uninvited visitors arriving on their doorstep.  John refused to admit it to anyone except himself, but he did, too.

Alan snuffled in the corner, clutching his newly inherited but tatty and old teddy bear close in sleep. The two year old didn’t understand what was going on, and John and Scott were both painfully aware that he was the most likely to bring the uninvited guests to their door with an innocent comment. From the conversation he’d heard when they’d got home, something Alan had said on the way home from playgroup had been too close for Scott’s comfort today.

Scott hadn’t been himself, either.  None of them were themselves, Gordon retreating into himself, Virgil pretending everything was fine but flinching at every reminder of Mom with tears in his eyes.  John wasn’t even sure what had happened to him; he could barely remember what life had been like before the avalanche now. Life and responsibility had ganged up on him and Scott all at once and now any free time he might have had was taken up with cooking and cleaning while Scott handled their younger brothers. But John didn’t think all that – Mom’s death, new responsibilities, three brothers in need of assurance and a sense of normality where there was none to be had – was the all that was preying on Scott’s mind.  Not after Alan’s loud complaints about Scott being stinky and Scott’s perfectly reasonable explanation.  Perfectly reasonable, except for one thing.

Scott didn’t have gym on Wednesdays.  John knew his brother’s timetable, even if Scott didn’t know that.  No gym on Wednesdays, just after-school basketball he’d quit at the start of the week.

Whatever had driven him to empty an entire can of deodorant over himself, it wasn’t gym, and John highly doubted it was an accident, either.  But he knew Scott wouldn’t talk to him about it, even though his eyes had been red when he’d come out of his too-long shower and he’d caught the smallest glimpse of something dark on his arm when his sleeve had ridden up during dinner.  Alan had jumped at him from his chair after they’d eaten, as per usual, and normally Scott could catch him with ease.  This time, there’d been the flicker of pain as Alan had collided with him, before he’d covered it up with some light-hearted scolding for being reckless.

John didn’t like the theory forming in his mind, and knew that tonight he wouldn’t sleep until he put it to rest, one way or the other.

It was midnight by the time Scott stumbled into the room, assuring him that Virgil and Gordon were both asleep and put that book away and go to bed now, John.  John hadn’t turned a page all evening, but dutifully obeyed, placing the bookmark back in the same place he’d retrieved it from hours earlier and setting the book on the bedside table before sliding underneath his covers and closing his eyes.

Waiting.

He heard Scott pad over lightly to check on Alan, making sure he really was asleep, before his big brother finally shuffled into bed himself, turning the lights off.  He’d shared a room with Scott for years, knew how his breathing shifted as he fell asleep.  The shift happened, and he counted the minutes in his head.  Five of them, and then he couldn’t wait any more, the burning need to know slipping him out of bed, palming his under-the-covers reading light (a present from Scott, two years ago, after he’d got fed up of John insisting on having a light on to read when he just wanted to sleep; Mom had laughed and told him he still wasn’t allowed to read all night) from under his pillow and slipping across the room to Scott’s bed.

Scott was a light sleeper, and John shouldn’t be doing this, but he needed to know.  The comforter folded back easily, and holding his breath John reached for the hem of his brother’s top, lifting it up just enough to see his fears realised.

Mottled bruising splattered across his torso, deeper and darker in some places than others.  It was painfully familiar – John had had the same, last year, until Scott found him out in a similar way and dragged names out of a tearful eleven year old in the middle of the night.  They’d both been in the same school then; Scott had made it perfectly clear the next day that anyone who so much as touched a hair on any of his brothers’ heads would be dealing with him and his friends, who would be delighted to return it with interest.

John didn’t have bruises any more, but now Scott had moved up into the world of high school and there was no big brother to make fearless challenges on his behalf.

A hand caught his wrist.

“Go back to bed,” Scott said flatly, tugging at his arm lightly until he let go.  The fabric fluttered back down, hiding the incriminating evidence again.

“Why didn’t you tell anyone?” John asked instead, keeping his voice down.  The last thing they needed was for any of their brothers to wake, especially Alan.

Scott scoffed, but John’s reading light caught pain in his eyes.

“Tell who?” he demanded, sitting up and wincing as he did so.  John didn’t think it was a good thing that Scott hadn’t even attempted denial first. Scott always denied it when things were wrong and he wasn’t okay.  Then again, none of them were okay.  None of them would be okay for a long time.  “A teacher? They’d just try to call Mom, and when they don’t get through they’ll be breaking down the goddamn door.  Grandma?  She can’t get here any damn faster.  Dad? He’s not even on the fucking planet!”

“Shhh!” John hissed as his voice get louder.  A sleepy snuffle came from the corner of the room, and they both froze.  It was several long minutes of silence before they relaxed, assured that Alan hadn’t woken up after all.  “Why didn’t you tell me?”

He knew why.  It was the same reason he wouldn’t tell a teacher, wouldn’t risk any adults realising that there was a family of five children living without a single guardian in the state.  Scott had been trying to protect him, projecting an air of invulnerable big brother so John would relax and forget the very real fear social services might catch a whiff of abandoned children.

Scott wouldn’t admit that, of course.

“What could you do about it?” he demanded instead, remembering this time to keep his voice down. “We don’t even go to the same school, and even if we did, we can’t draw attention to ourselves!”

“I can handle Alan so he’s not kicking you in your already busted ribs whenever you pick him up,” John retorted. “I can cover for you while you get pain killers.  Just because I can’t help you outside doesn’t mean I can’t help you at home, Scott.”

“I can’t ask that of you,” Scott protested, and John rolled his eyes.

“I’m offering,” he pointed out.  “You have taken some pain killers, right?”

“How do you think I got all of two seconds sleep before a pesky little brother stripped my bedclothes?” Scott grouched.  “Yes, I took some tylenol when I was in the shower.”

“Cold compress?” John asked, and Scott rolled his eyes.

“Right little rescue scout you are, huh,” he grumbled.  He knew as well as John they’d had a first aid session only two meetings ago.  It felt like two lifetimes ago.  “Shower.”  John reached for his top again, only to get batted away.  “It’s fine, John.  Stop fussing and go back to bed.”

John scowled at him.

“We talk about this now, or we talk about this at breakfast with Virgil, Gordon and Alan listening in,” he promised.  From the flash of anger in blue eyes, it was only the fact that Alan was sleeping in the same room that restrained Scott from exploding at him.

“What’s there to talk about?” he ground out instead.

“Who.”  John stated.  “How long. Why now.”  The glare he got promised retribution later, but less than a week ago John had watched a wall of snow crush a skiing hut with his mother inside. Maybe Scott’s glares would be scary again one day, but their ski trip from hell was still too raw.

“You don’t know them,” Scott muttered after a moment, and John knew he wouldn’t have caved if he wasn’t also raw from the loss of their Mom, and the responsibility crushing his shoulders.  “I thought they were my friends, until yesterday.  Apparently they only liked me because the team kept winning whenever I played.”

“They’re beating you up because you quit the team?”  John wished he was surprised, but while sport had never been his thing, enough of his schoolmates were sport-mad that he could see them doing exactly that. Scott didn’t answer, but his eyes gleamed with tears in the faint light.

It made John angry. Who measured friendship by how successful someone was at a sport?  Who dropped their friend right when they were needed most?  Even if they didn’t know what was wrong, surely a friend would accept a change in hobbies?

He might not know them, but these unknown so-called friends of Scott were going to go down. How dare they make his brother cry?

The tears Scott turned his head away to hide could have just been grief about their Mom, but given the context of their conversation, John knew better.  It was also the sting of betrayal, and he wasn’t going to stand for it.

“Scott,” he said, muscling his way onto his brother’s bed and tugging gently but determinedly on his wrist until he caved and lay down.  “As soon as Grandma’s here, you have to tell her.”

Stony silence greeted him, and he pulled the comforter over the pair of them, nudging insistently at Scott until he had enough room to be comfortable.  “If you don’t, I will.”

“Don’t you dare,” Scott lashed back, rolling on his side to face away from John.  “Get out of my bed.”

“You didn’t let me suffer in silence,” John reminded him, staying where he was.  He wasn’t as clingy as his brothers, but right now he didn’t want his own bed.  “You’re right, even when we do have a guardian here, I can’t stand in front of you and threaten everyone that wants to hurt you.  But that doesn’t mean I’m going to stand by and let it happen.  Grandma will do something.”

“Grandma has the four of you to worry about,” Scott mumbled, and John rolled his eyes.  Whoever said older was wiser had clearly never met his older brother.

“Grandma has five grandsons and she’ll worry about us all,” he reminded him.  “She’ll find out somehow, even if we don’t say anything. You know she will, and then she’ll be sad you didn’t tell her straight away.”

Scott groaned in defeat, then rolled back over with another, pained, groan.  How long did Tylenol last?

“I know,” he muttered, wiping at his eyes with his sleeves.  “I know.”

John shuffled a little closer, pressing their shoulders together.  Once they got bigger – Scott was already hitting a growth spurt – they wouldn’t be able to fit easily on the same bed, but for now, they both fit well enough side-by-side.  After a moment, Scott’s head rested against his on the pillow, and fingers tangled with his own where their arms were pressed together.

“We’ll survive,” Scott muttered, squeezing lightly.  John nodded, and squeezed back.  “Grandma will be here soon.”

It was both a promise and a plea.

Part V

[ryncorrect]

university!au: day6 sungjin

i’ve abandoned this au for so long istg my life is a mess yall please forgive but anyway im back with my bullshit and ready to spread my cringe-worthy stuff to the world again

name: park sungjin

major: practical music and arts

other activities: leader, guitarist, and vocalist of university band, president of music club, member of cooking club

park sungjin is the embodiment of leadership

i mean he’s the band leader, the club president, also the president of his class since year one, like he’s so trustworthy and responsible, literally nothing can go wrong under his sight

and even when things do go wrong (life is a bitch) he’ll still make sure everyone is fine and having the time of their lives pun intended

anyone who meets sungjin for the first time will probs say he has this tough man aura, cold,,, tsundere-ish idk

but as someone who have known each other for so long, you never understand when anyone says sungjin looks cold

you know damn well the moment sungjin opens his mouth he gonna throw dad jokes with his satoori dialect

dad jokes are fucking funny fight me

you once said sungjin should start his own comedy club

......he’s currently considering it

oh right he also talks about food all. the. time.

he joined cooking club for a reason okay

no, he can’t and doesn’t really cook he’s only there to taste food and people let him there because he’s nice and he knows how to appreciate the cooks

uh we love a man with manners

so, who is sungjin for you exactly?

he lives next door, one year older than you, was a leader even when you were little ayeee childhood friend cliche

can you imagine little sungjin leading his friends in game its so pure brb crying

you told him everything you couldn’t tell ur parents because they were busy, you asked for his advises, he made sure you were safe and happy

you still depend on him even after you two have grown up

you enrolled to the same university, took the same major with him, and even joined the clubs he’s a member of

this isn’t because you’re indecisive, it’s just that you spent so much of your childhood with sungjin that you two became similar to each other, up to your hobbies and interests and even palate lmao

that’s why he loves to eat with you because you two never argue about the menu

the only club you can’t join is the band, and that’s because jae rejected your application

reason: extremely close personal relationship with sungjin, therefore sungjin will take your side if we ever had an argument

you denied that; no, sungjin wont take anyone’s side based on feelings bc he’s a logical person and he always listens carefully to every side of the parties before he makes a decision..... but jae wont listen

brat

"you only rejected me because im a better guitarist”

“lalalalala cant hear you over my authority as the important band member”

“fuck you”

“i don’t accept offers”

anywayssss you did fail to join the band, but you’re friends with them, theyre literally so used to your company that sometimes they forgot youre not actually in the band

you and the guys teamed up for sungjin’s surprise birthday party

the surprise failed because dowoon accidentally added sungjin to the group chat

sungjin being nice and playing along anyway because he didnt want to disappoint you

and then its sungjin’s turn to ask the guys for help for your birthday party

failed again because dowoon AGAIN accidentally invited you, in person, to your own birthday party

dowoon what the heck?????

yeah its all cute and sweet but thats all of your relationship with sungjin, you treat him like a dependable brother and he treats you like his own little sister

thats what you tell to your friends too when they ask if you two are dating

they’re glad thats the case

because they have a crush on sungjin LMAOOOOO PLOT TWIST

they’re hoping they can get to sungjin through you yanno like asking you to send him snacks and letters or to tell him they say hi

you dont mind i mean you know sungjin is one admirable person ofc everyone likes him

sungjin never rejects nor accepts it hes just like “yay snacks!”

“god damn it sungjin just date any of them im tired of being a matchmaker”

“then dont?? literally no one asked you to”

little did you know that sungjin had the same problem

some of his classmates are interested in you but whenever they come to him he just says, “dont ask me i dont know anything and if i do i wont tell you”

this one sandeul guy has started asking you out and stuff

“ehhh youre so nice i’ll think about it!!”

you, immediately texting sungjin: ur friend sandeul ask me out what should i do

sungjin: do you like him tho

you: not really idk him yet

sungjin: just tell him your mom said no

you: damn nice

but this guy is so persistent and you gotta admit hes kinda cute and after a few tries you finally said yes to him

so you two went together and it was pretty fun

sungjin isnt too happy when he hears about it from sandeul

he asked you, “why didnt you tell me first?”

“well i dont think its a big deal. it was just a date anyway”

but you always told him everything

sungjin never speaks about it again

you go on another date with sandeul the week after

you tell sungjin later and he doesnt ask how it went

hes just “oh”

idk he’s kinda distant now, he rarely talks nor replies to your texts

he doesn't visit music club nor cooking club either so you don't see him often

have i told you im uncreative and all my aus are lame???

you think its probably because hes focusing for the finals, but even after it’s over sungjin doesnt really hang out with you or the band anymore like he only comes for practices and leaves right after

weirdly no one says anything about sungjin’s absence

but you cant stay quiet any longer and decide to ask dowoon whats wrong with sungjin

you shouldve known dowoon cant help much

“honestly i dont know either, maybe you should ask wonpil he’s sungjin’s roommate”

“but what if wonpil told sungjin”

“told sungjin what?”

“that i asked about him”

“asked him what?”

“...nevermind”

you asked younghyun

younghyun doesnt help either

“i dont know, just ask him yourself. i thought you were the closest to him??” why you so salty man

okay fine lets ask jae

“i’ll tell you for fifty bucks”

“dude im broke”

“then deal with it yourself”

you had no choice but to ask wonpil

“he’s just tired”

you know wonpil lied but this little shit refuses to tell anything

“please dont force me to answer i will cry really loudly and it’ll be embarrassing for the both of us”

why do you befriend them in the first place smh

oh youre right about wonpil telling sungjin that youre worried, and he does tell him to talk to you if he got something in mind

sungjins hesitant but in the end he only says, “no... its just that i didnt realize until recently that my little sister has grown up a lot”

“dear god wtf you sound like her grandma”

skip the boring part so uh a few more days passed awkwardly between you two and after your failed attempt at asking around you decide to confront sungjin in person

youre in the band practice room, the others are present, sungjin’s about to leave early as usual, and you find yourself jumping up your seat, “whats your problem with me?”

you know sungjin hates confrontation but you cant stand it anymore. you tried giving him time but if theres anything you seem to be more of a stranger to him

“i dont know what i did wrong and i wont know if you dont tell me, so let me know. i’ll listen and i’ll apologize if its my fault, but dont give me silent treatment like this. its so unlikely of you"

you can see sungjin clences his jaw as he replies calmly, "people change"

"you don't change, youre being childish. if you're mad you should talk about it. if you don't want me here you should tell me to go. if you don't like ME dating your friend you should tell me not to!!!"

drama much ryn

"youre your own person and you make your own choice, its your life and i cant keep telling you what to do or what not," and the end part kinda slips, "i don't hate you dating my friend or anyone, okay? im just not used yet to be a second person for you and im afraid youll get hurt"

"youre never?? a second person sungjin where does this idea even come from youre the only one for me i dont want anyone else???"

and suddenly there's a train of awkward coughs and you come back to your senses and you realize you're being watched

jae pretends to make a phone call, "mom pick me up im scared"

lame jae lame

dowoon mumbles, "can we,,, make an exit first before you two declare your undying love bc its privacy yanno"

you feel the heat spreading across your face as you open your mouth the same time as sungjin, both want to deny dowoon, but younghyun beats yall to it, "yeah you two are in love with each other we been know"

you and sungjin stares at each other, confused, "we don't???"

"oh honey,,, my dear,,, ive read enough sappy shit in writing club to see where this is going"

the conversation was cut there and neither of you bring it up again,

because the idea of you loving sungjin or sungjin loving you is so weird that you refuse to think about it, and so is for sungjin

but ever since that, sungjin has drastically come back to normal its almost hilarious, he spends a lot of time hanging out in the music club, practicing with the band, visiting the cooking club, making a joke here and there

sungjin is himself again with you, a caring dependable brother whom you come to whenever you need to talk or just hang out with and he always makes sure he has time for you

sap

you know hes always been like that but why does it feel different now??? the way he smiles or pulls your hand so youre walking on the inner side of the road,,, how he neatly places your spoon and chopsticks on a napkin when you two go out to eat together,,,, why

tender love baby chICKEN TENDER

mydayexol follow me

andddd so one day, someone asked you out. again.

wow ur so popular i cant Relate

you, texting sungjin: sandeuls friend jinyoung something invited me to a party next saturday should i come

sungjin, replying to you: hmm

you: ???

sungjin: i think its up to you

for some reason youre disappointed by his reply,,, but he’s right tho its your call if you wanna go then you go its not about what sungjin says

right?

right???

but suddenly you got another text: but if you ask for my opinion i would say don't go

you: actually i dont want to either lol so what should i say

sungjin: tell him you already have a date

you: nice

sungjin: with me

you: ayyeee

you: wait what

sungjin: i mean its just a suggestion

sungjin: which you can accept

sungin: or reject

for some reason you can imagine sungjin’s cheeky smile through his texts and it makes your inside tingles and you wanna giggle

so yea you thought it was a joke but he actually did take you out for a movie and dinner

it was really nice

so yanno the weird thing is that neither of you ask the other to be “official” but you just. are dating.

ur friends are mad like “bUT YOU SAID YOU TWO WERENT A THING”

“lol sry i changed my mind”

“fuck you”

“no thanks sungjin can do that... bUT DONT TELL SUNGJIN I SAID THAT hes gonna kill me”

“is he ur mom”

“basically yeah”

this sucks real bad but who cares

not me obviously

ill be back soon (or not) with dowoon’s one lets hope i can do better than this dnsjfsndfj lnjajnfdjs lmAO I LOVE YALL AND HAPPY NEW YEAR IN ADVANCE

[colorfullfalls]

surprisingly for the better

Pairing: peter parker x reader

summary: after peter gets exposed, he has to go somewhere until it is all sorted out. that’s how he meets you

word count: 3k

author’s note: this took a whole afternoon and it’s the longest fanfic ive done. i hope you enjoy. 

after peter parker was exposed for being spiderman; he needed somewhere safe to stay until fury, happy, and may sorted everything out. they had sent him to a safe house for a week but they didn't want him to be alone. may decided that he needed to stay somewhere, with people.  may had no one she trusted besides your mother. they graduated highschool together and sort of kept in touch...so peter got sent to your house in a small county, so small that the ratio of people to livestock was about equivalent. 

peter whined to may about having to go. he resented having to run and hide, he wanted to help, not be sent off to people he hadn't seen since he was ten. may insisted so they drove for hours until they reached your residence.

peter had watched out the window as they passed land that met nothing to him. being so far from queens made him feel uneasy. it was so unfair that everything turned out this way. he finally admitted to mj how he felt and the second they had their first date, it was ruined by chaos. he really liked her and now he wouldn't be seeing her for days if not weeks. his summer was ruined, or so he thought. 

the second you opened the door with that beautiful and genuine smile of yours, he felt better. he internally scolded himself for thinking anything about you because mj was waiting at home for him. 

"welcome, let me help you with your bags." you were toothachingly sweet and he meekly nodded, following you into the house. the cows in your backfield were mooing at the new guests. sort of like dogs. 

you showed him where he would be staying and then around the house and farm to refresh his memory. as the day went on he felt himself at ease. he remembered how much fun you two had when you were kids and he eased into the farm atmosphere. 

the next day may left and he watched her go, a sad smile on his face as he waved. you came up behind him  and gently patted his back before going inside. he sighed and closely followed behind you. 

from that day on he followed you like a lost puppy. 

"where's y/n?" peter asked your mom. she was cutting up fruit for the sunday family meal. your family took their time together seriously so every sunday they all met up for dinner. it would be peter's first sunday meal and he was nervous. even more so that he could not find you. 

"oh, I sent her to the store to get more milk, I hadn't realized that we were out." 

peter frowned, he would have went to the store with you if you had asked. he would have wanted to go with you. he didn't like being at the house without you. it was odd. he leaned on you for support.

when the truck pulled in the driveway, peter was quick to greet you with a happy lopsided smile. he smiled at how pretty you looked when you opened the door, your hair was in a bun and your white sundress made you look heavenly. 

"parker, hello." you joked as you got out of the truck, dragging the milk with you. peter swiftly grabbed it from you. 

"you never told me you were leaving," he mumbled as you arrived at the door. 

you smiled sweetly and shook your head, "okay, guard dog."

when your family arrived they greeted peter and treated him like family. they were quick to notice that he was attached to your side and looked nervous unless it was you that was talking to him.

your grandma motioned for your mom to lean close to her, "I bet those two will end up together," 

your mom laughed and nodded knowingly. 

after two weeks of being there, peter was starting to second guess his crush on mj. he felt bad but he was beginning to neglect opening the snapchats from her because he was busy off doing fun things with you. he knew that it wasn't fair to mj but he didn't know what to do. he was put in an odd situation and he was stuck. 

he didn't want to drop mj but he certainly could not lead her on. he thought she was everything he could ever want until he met you. your sweet smile took his breath away and you were so easy to melt into. you welcomed him and made him feel better when it seemed that his world was crashing down. 

peter called mj one evening after you had gone to bed and explained that things were different now and that he thought it best if whatever they romantically had was finished. mj agreed, saying that it was hard not seeing him and it was better if they stayed friends. peter felt a weight life off his shoulders, guilt did not do good with him. 

peter was slowly but surely getting accustomed to your way of life. time was slow and he savored every moment. life surrounded by farms was calming and peter felt the anxiety wash away a little bit as a new day came. 

especially in you presence. 

'peter, you laughed out, "y-you got the hook stuck in your own freaking shirt!"

peter blushed as your nimble hands detangled the bobber and line from your brother's old hoodie that he was borrowing. when you offered to take him fishing he didn't think anything of it, it had to be easy... well, he was wrong and he quickly screwed up. you didn't mind, you thought it was cute when he was flustered. 

"how do you make fishing seem so easy?" he whined. you gave him an odd look as you handed him back his fishing pole. 

"well, I grew up doing it. I mean we would fish when you guys came down but its not like you do it regularly, and people have different skills, I mean I would face plant if I tried to swing around new york city like you do, spiderman." you teased. 

he thought about you with him in his home turf and it made him feel giddy. he loved being here with you but he wanted to show you his world too. he bit the inside of his lip as he thought about you two swinging around the city together. 

"we will swing around the city as soon as my name is cleared." 

"I would yell a lot." you warned, casting out into the pond, your hair flowing with the slight motion of the wind making peter swear that he would never see something more pure.

"yell all you want, love." he teased, throwing a worm from the bucket at you. you shook your finger at him in mock scolding before grabbing it from your hair and throwing it back in his direction. he easily dodged it, but picked it up and squatted down to put it on his hook. 

"do you miss being spiderman.. like actively doing patrol?"

peter quizzically looked up at you, "at times yes, but it's really nice being able to relax with you. the city is in constant motion but here," he looked out at the calm water and then went back to working on putting the warm on the hook, "there is all the time in the world. it's refreshing."

"I'm glad you like it here."

"I love it here."

you nodded, understand exactly what he was saying, "feel free to never leave, parker."

your words stuck with him for days. had you caught feeling for him like he had you? was the thought of him returning home painful too? the truth was that you had. you had crushed on him since you were little tykes running around your mom's legs. you knew that he had broken it off with mj but he reasoned that it was from the distance and time apart, so you could not count on that as proof that he liked you back. 

you thought you were obvious about it. you invited him to everything you did and you made sure he felt included. you would take him to do fun things just you two so that you could have alone time and you even let him sleep with your favorite blanket because he liked how soft it was. 

peter was such a good person and naturally good and you were drawn to him. it seemed that the two of you got along fine so why would a relationship not work? simple, you both were awkward and shy. neither of you wanted to make things weird by admitting feelings. 

it was barely the end of the first week of july when peter had snuck into you room for the first time. the first of many nights to come. that night you were fast asleep but you heard your door softly push open.

 the open windows allowed the moon to shine on his figure. he stood hesitantly, not sure if he should actually enter your room. his palms were sweaty as he tip toed to your bed. even in your sleepy state, you mentally awed at how cute he was. 

"pete," you sat up to rest on your elbows, " i'm awake." 

peter froze and went to walk out but you jumped out of bed and gently grabbed his forearm, leading him to sit on your bed. you grabbed his face in your hands and your heart broke at the tears that leaked from his brown doe eyes. 

"peter, please tell me what's going on." you kindly whispered, wiping the remaining tears. your gentle touch made him unwind. 

"nightmare,'" he whispered so softly that you barely heard it. 

"i'm sorry, bub. here, lay down." 

you waited for him to shuffle down and then wrapped the blankets around him. you climbed in behind him and you two laid in silence, unsure of what to do. you wanted to hold him because he was in pain but you did not want to overstep. you decided to go for it and slowly wrapped your arms around him, burrying your face in his back. 

peter turned so that he was facing you. your legs intertwined and he wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face in your neck. he let the tears fall. he felt safe with you and his nightmare about tony didn't bother him as much, not when he was in the comfort of your arms.

your mom walked in your room the next morning to ask if you wanted to go get breakfast. she lightly gasped as she saw you and peter curled into eachother. you both looked so at peace. she cleared her throat and you both jumped up, alert. blushes danced across cheeks as you made eye contact. 

"get ready, we are getting breakfast, oh and i'm fine with this, as long as your dad doesnt find out." your mom winked, walking away. 

you and peter laughed awkwardly, getting out of bed and getting ready. 

at bob evans you two shared a booth as your mom and dad sat across from you. you were giggilng at something your dad said when you felt something touch your hand. peter gave you a nervous smile as he intertwined your hands together. you bit your lip to hide your grin. you and peter had moved onto a higher level without vocally saying so. 

days went on and you were more affectionate to eachother. hugs, pecks on the forehead or cheek, smitten smiles, and handholding. of course everyone noticed but they dared not to say a word.

peter practically slept in your bed everynight. it came to a point where it was silly to even think about peter not being your best friend. your friends had started to notice that wherever you went, peter went. you two were a pair the could not be seperated. it was cute. 

on a hot july afternoon, peter got a call from happy saying that he was cleared to come back. everything was fixed and quentin's assosiated were going to trial for everything. new york city wanted their spiderman back. peter missed home, but he didn't want to leave you, his sweet y/n. he would ask you to spend the rest of the summer vacation in new york with him. 

you two sat on the porch swing in the moonlight, a light blanket thrown around you two to keep warm from the brisk air. peter was acting odd, you had noticed. he was unusually quiet and more cuddly than usual. 

"peter, you've been weird all day, what's going on?"

peter  sighed as he brought you even closer to him, "happy called and i-uh- i can go back."

your heart froze and your throat closed up, he was leaving? you were so used to him around and you swore you two were close to admitting feelings. and it would all be thrown away due to him going home. of course you felt selfish for these thoughts but he had become an important aspect of you life. 

"oh"

"new york wants their spiderman back.."

you two sat in silence until you suddently turned and grabbed peter's chin, bringing his lips down to yours in a slow kiss. peter's eyes fluttered shut as you allowed himself to melt into you, like he always has. you pulled away and hugged him tight. 

"i really care about you, peter."

he was still stunned by the kiss and was struggling to form any words but he finally came to when he saw the panic in your eyes, "i love you and that may seem silly to say but we have just been inseperatable and i dont want to go without you," he rambled on.

"i love you too, but you have to go back to new york city, its your home-"

"that doesn't mean you cant come with me!"

you quirked your eyebrow at him, "go with you?"

peter stood up and paced, running his hands through his hair, "well yeah, i asked your parents if you could come with me for the rest of the summer and they agreed. you dont have to but i would love for you to let me show you my world."

you grinned, nodding, "i wiil join you."

soon you found yourself situated in the parker's apartment. you stayed in peter's room, which is where you would have ended up anymore. you two spent many nights whispering to eachother in his twin sized bed, giggling tiredly at the stupid things you two would say. 

he took you to Delmar's and you loved it. the subs were good and you liked the bantering between the owner and your favorite boy. the place often became a meet up place when he was out doing spiderman duties and wanted to meet for lunch.

you worried about him often at night. you refused to fall asleep unless he was home, meaning many nights you barely got any rest. it was worth it though. you loved peter and wanted to know that he was okay. it was refreshing to see you every night after he spent the evening around criminals. 

you got to meet ned and mj. meeting mj for the first time was scary and awkward because in a round about way he left her for you, but the circumstances were unfortunate. mj was sweet enough and you liked her, for the most part. you could tell that she had a small amount of distaste for you, understandably so. peter assured you that it was just how she came off to new people. 

ned loved you. you were so sweet to him and he felt so accepted. you also didn't mind his nerdy jokes with peter, which he really appreciated. peter was happy too and you were to thank. ned knew that it was awkward between mj and you, but he knew it would blow over. 

one night the four of you were having a movie night. ned had to go home so then it was left to the three of you. you excused yourself and went to the bathroom. when you came back you heard mj and peter talking. you froze, wanting to hear. 

"i just dont get how you can like someone so much and then two weeks later, move on." mj complained. 

"it wasn't like that, mj. my world was crashing down and i was sent to a farm. and it sucked, the whole situtaion sucked, but y/n made it better. she made it feel like home and she distracted me from the trauma that is my life. i am really sorry if i hurt you because i honestly liked you a lot. i spent the whole europe trip pinning after you, trust me, i liked you."

"then what changed? couldnt she have just been a good friend, not a girlfriend?"

peter sighed, "we didn't even date until the day before i came back. look, i knew that the time apart would make things weird between us and we just left off in such an odd way. we went on one date and then i was swooped away. mj, please."

"i like her, peter. she's sweet." 

you heard the door close and you stood behind the wall, wringing your fingers together. you had caused this. you should have backed off in the first place. 

"y/n?" peter asked behind you. 

you turned around with tears in your eyes, "i'm sorry."

peter enveloped you with his strong arms, "for what, love? hmm?"

"you never asked to be sent to my house and that led us two getting together and  mj is hurt now and i drove you away from her. i never want to be a homewrecker and now she just left and-"

peter gripped your chin and pulled it up, connecting you rlips much like your first kiss. you melted into it all the same. he pulled away and rested his head agaisnt yours. you looked into his beautiful brown eyes. 

"i'm utterly in love with you, y/n. im glad that shitty things happened because it led me to you, dont ever feel sorry." he nuzzled your cheek with his nose. you meekly nodded. 

"i love you peter, so much."

"i know, pretty girl." he grabbed your hand and twirled you around, making you giggle. 

Peter Parker was revealed as spiderman and his world changed, surprisingly for the better. 

[kddgetshealthy]

So this past week has been complete shit.

Thursday I woke up with severe stomach pain, diarrhea, vomiting, weakness and almost passing out but instead of blacking out it was white...which was terrifying because that’s only happened one other time, and that was when the doctor told mom if she hadn’t kept me conscious I wouldn’t be alive. I called Phil to come home as soon as the vomiting started because I was terrified I was contagious, and didn’t want Elle to get it. Mom had taken off to take my stepdad for his scope, but as soon as she got him home she came to take me to the ER. I felt like I was on the edge of death. I didn’t have the energy to walk down the stairs, I had to butt scoot. It was pitiful. Phil and Elle stand outside to see us off, and Elle just looks so sad wondering why she can’t go, too. It was so sad. I ended up simultaneously vomiting bile and shitting myself in front of the model home in our neighborhood, at this point I’m telling mom she should have called an ambulance. Luckily, we had prepared to be admitted and mom had packed me fresh underwear in my overnight bag. We get to the ER and they take me back before mom can get the car parked, so they have to go get her because I couldn’t even put the gown on without almost passing out. They get an IV started no problem, two sticks, but six more sticks to get blood for labs and cultures. My WBC is 36. Higher than its ever been. They want to do a CT but can’t until I pee...and even after two bags of fluid I can’t go so I ask them to cath me, which I think threw them off a bit. At this point the cath wasn’t even a concern of mine. They get the CT done after and I have duodenitis and a distended gallbladder. They call my GI, who I see today, and he tells them to come off the xeljanz. They were fully ready to admit me, but he told them not to. Which aggravates me because that probably could have saved me my ER trip Friday for the severe pain I was in. I called the GI, spoke to the nurse who said my scope from a MONTH ago “looked fine”, even though the whole reason Dr Snyder switched me from Entyvio to Xeljanz was because he said that it looked like Entyvio wasn’t working. She said he’d ask him about pain pills but he was in scopes all day...then she calls back two minutes later saying they won’t prescribe pain meds, to take Tylenol. After Tylenol didn’t do jack shit for the very severe pain I was in, I went to the ER. They gave me a Percocet when I got there, some fluids, and gave me roxicodone to last the weekend until I could see my GI, which luckily I’ve only had to take one, but this war on opioids is killing those of us with chronic pain. I don’t have a history of abuse, there was no reason he couldn’t have called me in enough pain medication to get me through until I saw him. To be honest I don’t even know if she talked to him or just made some executive decision that she wasn’t even going to ask. I will say, I’ll be having words with him at my appointment. 😩 Fast forward to Sunday, I noticed my arm was sore but didn’t think too much of it...until I rolled up my sleeve and noticed a red spot eerily similar to the one I had when I had my post partum blood clot. At this point, all the urgent cares have closed and I’m not looking to go to the ER unless absolutely necessary, since I’d already spent about $300 for my previous trips. I circled it with sharpie and made sure the redness didn’t get too widespread. So I text dad and ask if he can come watch Elle so I can go to urgent care yesterday (Monday), which I was nervous about because she’s never been alone with my dad or stepmom by herself and I was afraid she’d flip. But mom couldn’t get off and neither could Phil, and I knew it needed to be done. So I got to urgent care, the only one I KNOW has an ultrasound at 9am. I get there, pay $105 copay, get back and they do a d dimer to test clotting factor. Normal range is 100-400, mine was 718. So of course they want to do an US which has to be approved by insurance.

So I sit there waiting on that when she informs me the US is completely booked and I’ll have to go to Trident to get it done. She tells me to have them call her when they get it and let her know and she will advise me what to do from there. So I go, thinking no biggie, it shouldn’t take too long, she will call in some eliquis and I’ll be on my way. I get my US, the tech confirms the clot, calls her and SHE FUCKING SENDS ME TO THE ER. Even the nurse who triaged me was like “Why are you here?” because I was complaining about her just not calling in eliquis. At this point it’s 12. I call mom and tell her to relieve my dad and stepmom when she gets off work. I’m trying not to cry in the ER because the last time I was there was to view my grandma after she passed and all together I’ve had a shitty fucking week and it didn’t help. So they get my immunocompromised self in a curtained off “room” and no one checks on me or says a word to me for a good 40 minutes. Finally the doctor comes in and says “someone is reading your US right now, I’ll be back” he comes back almost an hour and a half later. With an RX for Eliquis. This whole trip could have been avoided, had the first fucking doctor done her fucking job. TF. Anyway, so I leave, FINALLY, and go to drop of my RX at Publix. As soon as I get there registration calls because “they didn’t get to see me”...okay that’s your fault that you didn’t come see me in the THREE FUCKING HOURS I WAS THERE. I had a $175 copay, $140 if I pay upfront because I get a discount, so I pay it. I’d already paid $80 (it was $105 beforenthe discount) for the US. I go into Publix, try to activate the copay card they gave me for the eliquis, which says its invalid. I ask the pharmacist how much it will cost just to run it through insurance...IT REQUIRES A FUCKING PRIOR AUTHORIZATION, WHICH ER DOCTORS DON’T DO. So she calls trident and they give her another card number. I try that and it doesn’t work either. Finally I tell them I’m going home, I leave the script and they said I could call the copay card number and talk to someone and then call them back. I call phil on the way home SOBBING. This whole past week has been SHIT, I have spent about $700 on ER visits and shit because apparently no one is advocating for me, and I feel like I’m just getting shit on. All of it coming out of our tax money that was supposed to be for bills because I lost my job after metlifes doctor decided I wasn’t sick. I’m fighting for SS, but right now we have one income. Finally, I get home at about 3:30 and Publix calls telling me they magically got it to go through insurance with a $0 copay. Like...are you fucking kidding me. So, yeah.

TL;DR: My health is shit, but Elle’s sweet face makes it seem not so bad.

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Happy 84th birthday to my main idol my grandma mj my grandma is the strongest person I know I saw her be the provider of her family and run her own clothing store my whole life she s battled cancer and beat it twice and she always gives me the realest best advice she s probably the only person on this planet that I still remember their home number by heart lol my grandma has a Hot I don’t have kids my cat is allergic shirt sweater finsta so everyone leave nice comments wishing her a happy birthday. Gj guys but be careful vitality just gave insight about how to shutdown your top and mid lane although they didn’t execute it properly their strategy is just too good to counter your playstyle and other teams will take advantage from it. So this is going to be a bit long but bear with me I had what I believe to be a pointless and incredibly frustrating experience with the assistant manager jamie at your auburn hills great lakes crossing location today I have been coming here for three years I frequent your orlando san marcos and new jersey locations as well at least once a year when we stop we usually spend 5 to 10 thousand dollars on your products the system is simple I go in park in a corner and bring bins to my corner sort them bag them move them to the front register and repeat today I brought a personal duffel bag as it holds about 8 to 12 of your bags worth of stuff I get told that i’m not allowed to use it because it’s policy not a big deal at all I say okay i’ll do that for the rest rather than rebag all of this i’ll just go up in line and pay for it and it can sit behind the counter seems pretty reasonable to me nope I got obstructed suggested that I might be stealing something and not allowed to pass stating if I don’t want to follow the system I can leave he then takes my entire duffel dumps it onto the floor and then rebags it into victoria secret bags then moves it to the front counter so it can be rang in I thought this was a little odd but hey he was doing all the work rebagging it so whatever i’m like dude i’m going to be spending about 8k today all I want to do is come in spend some money get out without any drama what’s the problem whoevers in charge should be thrilled with a sale like this we’re spending 8k keep in mind that I told him that I would do what he wanted and it wasnt’ a big deal and the response was to the effect of stop being lippy and just listen I told him what do you want from me I just agreed with you and said I would use your bags i’m not being lippy at all I know this because I said okay dude not a problem i’ll use your bags his response was maybe if you get to buy it i’m like what are you suggesting that an 8 000 order is something you guys don’t want he’s like yeah if you buy it i’m like dude we are spending 8k today why would I bag up a bunch of stuff and spend 2 3 hours picking our your fabulous product to not buy it anyway so I had 4 credit cards one card had 2 000 one had 3500 one had 2000 and one had 1000 because I am buying for multiple people I had 4 different cards all in my name I wanted one receipt for each card not a big deal to me right wrong again he cited some policy and said if the order is more than 750 items that they aren’t allowed to ring in under 750 items on any one receipt id like to point out that that amount is higher than your employees said they could take as a cash payment I asked him to please show me that I would understand better if I could just read it he was willing to do so he brought out the policy book and to my surprise what it actually said was words to the afffect of cash payments cannot be split up or over 750 items I forget the second half my immediate reply was so what’s the big deal im using credit not cash he snatched the policy book away from me at that point and said you know what you can just listen to me or I don’t have to let you buy anything it’s up to my discretion I then called your orlando outlet and your new jersey outlet and talked to the store managers and cited your policy I was given I asked them to confirm if that was accurate and both said if it was a policy it was news to them I then asked if they would let me buy my order using 4 cards and 4 receipts the woman at orlando said oh my gosh yes we do that every single day I asked if I went to her store if I would have any trouble with this in the future and was told no then she said you can always come down here if you’re in the area and i’ll be happy to take your order after that phone call I tried again here’s the video of that attempt I said listen I have 4 credit cards your register girl said you told her she can’t ring up an order under 750 items that’s 3500 if it’s 5 items not all of my cards have that much I have done multiple receipts every time I came here heck I can even supply them to show it he tells me that because I am order so many items that I can’t have less tan 750 items per receipt so I point around to everyone else and ask what about everyone else you aren’t forcing them to spend a minimum of 750 items what about the final charge i’ll have 750 items for two tickets but the leftover isn’t going to be 750 items you’re not going to let me buy them he shrugged his shoulders to say no at this point I haven’t yelled ive been a bit snarky and sarcastic because I know he’s just giving me a hard time two people ring in our order almost every time I am up there and we were there 3 times in the last 6 months spent a bunch each time so at 730 8pm or so we are done shopping assuming that two people could ring us up ended up being a fantasy he forced one employee only to ring us up later on he comes up when its now close to 9pm and says hey you mind if we ring you up on both registers I chuckle and say no I don’t but you do you don’t want to be breaking that 750 rule do you he glared at me and then sent the employee away and walked off after blinking a few times I laugh because after telling me over and over he couldn’t do it he just got caught trying to do what should have been done to begin with a short while later after 9 I find out that everyone is standing uip front except for the one girl and another associate because none of the rest of them are allowed to help her ring us up the only two people left in the store with about 700 more items to be rang in if that’s not enough since it was a holidy all of these employees are apparently being paid overtime to stand around and wait at a bit after 10 all but two girls leave and one girl is waiting to count cash while the other girl sits and keeps ringing stuff in we apologize profusely we expected two employees to ring us up like always and timed our visit to be out around 9 if this had happened instead of having one literally stand there and watch her for 1 hour and 47 minutes after close we would have all been out on time and no overtime or extra hours spent so finally at 10 47 pm our orders are done we thank the lovely girl lauren and jasmine who got stuck staying 2 hours past close because a manager made up some random policy and had to double down when I pointed out he really needed to follow that 750 rule when he was going to toss another girl on the register if this is policy fine it doesn’t seem to be no manager at your other outlets knew what he was talking about the orlando one insisted that the only restrictions are on cash payments and verified I was paying cash or credit it’s a pretty humiliating experience to get hassled trying to buy panties and bras by someone who’s on some type of power trip the only thing I said sideways to him was that I flat out didn’t believe his policy and that credit absolutely is not the same as cash I didnt call him any names scream at him or did anything to disrupt the store beyond what you see in the videos if this is not policy i’d like an apology from that manager in person or over the phone admitting he was mistaken I would hope that the next time I go there I am not hassled but if not I guess there’s always orlando or new jersey who seem to be quite friendly I also want to give recognition to jasmine and lauren lauren is the poor soul who got stuck ringing everything in alone because of the manager’s silly rule and not allowing anyone to help because it would be in violation of the 750 item rule jasmine was the cash counter who had to wait until we were out of the store to count cash even more interesting is that I had a former employee with me helping me buy and she said she never heard of this policy either but it doesn’t mean it wasn’t added since she left she was just as confused because the manager spent over 30 minutes trying to explain and defend this when that time certainly would have been more efficiently spent doing productive things instead of hassling someone who literally sits in a corner and speaks to no one while sorting through your products one bin at a time id love a call back about this or to find out what exactly is going on ive never been hassled like this before and it was a little frustrating and very trying to keep my cool joe rossetti alexandria gunn

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[krebstar]

hey so like i feel absolutely silly doing this but it has been really rough and i’m not sure i can really Handle my mom anymore

this is mostly planning in advance but, i’m in a mentally abusive household and i really need out of it. however, i am a minor so i’m unable to for at least another year. i would really appreciate having the money to move out as soon as i can, which is why i’m making this post.

my paypal is here, and you can buy me a coffee here. i do commissions, too if you would prefer that.

more details about what’s going on are under the cut. it’s... really long but has like. everything i can remember, so.

so... this has been going on as long as i can remember (~10 years old or so). it used to be both of my parents, but my dad passed away and now it’s just my mom.

the earliest thing that i can remember is from the later years in elementary school (3-5th grade? around 8-10 years old?). my dad was terrifying when he was angry and was very loud, and my mom had a tendency of getting me in trouble, and then telling him how awful i was and she would have him yell at me for something he knew very little about (she would make him just jump into the conversation.) this was one of those times, and i was curled up on the floor with him yelling at me, and her standing over me. i remember afterward, i wrote something along the lines of “my happiness is ruined” or “i’ll never be happy” or something of the sort about.. not being happy, then i tore it to shreds.

around middle school (11-14 years) was where everything sort of picked up? my mom began to pick on me with constantly telling me i was breaking out, i looked bad, smelled bad, and so on and so forth. i asked her to stop numerous times and she refused to, laughing in my face whenever i asked. it started to make me feel bad about myself, and is the root of why i’m self conscious.

one day (7th grade) when she was telling at me for something i can’r remember, i told her “i hate myself because of you” and she replied “if you hate yourself because of me, you need to get a life.” thus, marking when i stopped telling her anything.

there was one time at a restaurant, where my mom wanted me to try and do the math for the bill. despite me refusing due to my math learning problems (possibly dyscalculia, but she refuses to get me tested), she continued to try and press it on me. when i continued to say no and got stressed and upset that she was trying to force me to do something i didn’t understand, she reacted badly. she told me that we were joking and laughing (we weren’t, she was very serious) and then told me that i had a “personal problem.”

my mom and i were at my grandma’s over the summer and she told me that she always jokes with me after arguments (meaning: she yelled at me a lot and made me have a panic attack) so i “get over it quicker” / “forget about it”

at one point laptop broke, and my mom called the people to send it in and get it fixed despite already taking her medicine (which wouldn’t have kicked in for another 30 minutes). I was grateful and thanked her, though i was still panicky and crying due to being so dependent on my laptop. i was yelled at for being in that state, and it was another instance when my dad yelled at me as i was curled up on the floor. he yelled at me for not being grateful when my mom called even though she took her medicine, and for some other stuff i can’t remember right. (i do remember pulling my hair hard and calling myself a horrible ungrateful daughter.)

one time when my dad and her were fighting (they were on a brink of a divorce before he passed away) she said that if i wasn’t around, that she would kill herself. she said that.. when i was right there in the other room with the door wide open.

(my dad was always neglectful of me, and never? really gave me the time of day to the point where i didn’t entrust that he could take care of me, and if he payed attention to me, he would just yell at me.)

in 8th grade, my dad passed away by drowning (i feel uncomfortable giving more details about that, if you need them you can PM me, but otherwise i won’t disclose the rest. i have a post about it in my archives somewhere as it was happening.) i grieved “weirdly” i suppose, i didn’t wish to hear the word “dad” or look at the river, let alone be around it. i didn’t want to talk about it with my mom, though i talked about it with my friends.

i continued to not to want to look at the river, and would refuse to, for a couple months. my mom didn’t like this at all and told me to “get over it” several times. and even though i asked her not to talk about him several times, she did anyway, constantly and always.

around freshman year things sort of.. escalated. the rest of this will be taking place from freshman year to current (14-16/almost 17). these might be out of chronological order, but ill try to keep them in order as much as possible. i started writing stuff down around here so im going to start off with the dated ones:

Saturday, January 9 2016: admitted to wanting to slap me Wednesday, January 20 2016: admitted to wanting to slap me Monday, February 22 2016: Oak Court mall in a dressing room: grabbed me by my shirt Wednesday, March 30 (6:00am): “You know one day in the morning you’re going to cop a little attitude and i’m just going to smack you.” (a minute afterward coming and saying she loved me) Monday, August 8th (5:36am) “if you give me a sarcastic attitude this early in the morning, I’ll end up smacking you in the face.” Wednesday, August 31st (9:41am) she was throwing an eraser at me, and when I was showing discomfort, she said “be glad I’m not throwing something bigger at you” and pretended to hit me with my tub of icing

August 9th, 2016: i suggested we leave so we can go feed the cats [that i was catsitting]. she didnt get that, and got mad at me for “never listening to her” because she wanted to feed the cats afterwards. she said i always get what i want, and she wants to get what she wanted. started talking about how i “lived a charm life” and i always “get what i want” and asked me what i “didnt have” and “nothing? yeah”

told her i was upset because i felt like she was so mad at something that wasn’t that big of a deal. the conversation below happened (her voice was slightly raised)

my mom: you always say i get upset with you for nothing me: when was the last time i did that? my mom: the last time we fought me: and when was that?? my mom: my mom: it doesnt matter

she started talking about how it was a problem i think i “always get what i want” and if i didnt think it was a problem that i had a “serious problem” with her. i started to be unresponsive, just looking ahead and replying with “okay” and not being on my phone. she started to try to talk to me, and turned on the radio station i like to listen to. she started to tell me she loved me. she apologized afterwards, and its the only time i can ever remember her apologizing for anything.

there was a time we got into an argument, she said that we “dont have [my] dad to be peacemaker,” completely ignoring that it was NEVER his role to be peacemaker, and that she only ever made him yell at me more.

she talked a LOT about my dad and how awful he was, and about their marriage problems. she told me at one point that her bipolar is so bad because my dad never had sex with her enough.

she attempted to have .... something with one of my really close friend’s dad at one point in time, in the past couple years or so. i walked in on them making out sometime. she wanted to date him-- and lied about it-- and he didn’t because he was a bit weirded out because my dad had still somewhat recently passed away. she cried for a whole 24 HOURS, ignoring sleeping time, about him and about how much she missed my dad, but never let me grieve in my own way.

we were at perkins when the subject of dating was brought up and i told her i was uncomfortable with it (it hadnt even been a year, or had just been a year or something) and she told me, again, to “get over it”

and, then, she got her boytoy (who we’ll call larry) and successfully got (and still has) a friend with benefits. she lied to me a long time, and told me that they weren't together or anything despite them fucking while i was home, and NOT being silent about it, either. i eventually told her i knew and that it made me uncomfortable that they had sex while i was at home. she told me to get over it at first, that i always got everything i asked for, so on and so forth.

after a while, and me continuously asking her not to have sex while i was home because i already walked in on her once, she told me that it was her house and that her friends couldn’t “believe the audacity [i] had asking her not to fuck while im home” and she.. hasn’t stopped. ive actually found her bondage gear recently.

(sidenote on larry: hes... really disgusting. he watched one of my friends take a shower while she was over, and when i told my mom that she said “well not everyone is perfect.”)

and then... the night that prompted me to start this post, which happened october 8th. she left me home alone for ~30hours (and i only saw her for 2 of those), which... i had already told her numerous times that i dont like to be home alone at night because it causes my delusions to act up and makes me very paranoid. on the third night she was gone, i texted her a handful of times asking how she was because i hadn’t seen her, and i missed her (a novel concept) and.. that was apparently the wrong thing to do.

she came home at 2am that night and started to ask me why i could never be home alone and making it way deeper than it actually needed to be. she called me a coward for my delusions, selfish, and told me that she didn’t think i was going to be a functioning human being. she told me that im faking my mental illnesses because i want an excuse to be scared (which ill get into later*) and refused to acknowledge the research i had done on these mental illnesses. at one point she was guilt tripping me, and i gave in and admitted it was my fault... and then she..? guilt tripped me? for that. she said that i was just “saying that to make [her] feel bad.” she told me that i was making up my mental illness symptoms by telling me that they’re.... “in [my] head” and that i cant be mentally ill because ive stood up for myself twice. (the only reason that i’ve stood up for myself is because the things that were happening were very hazardous to my health and i was close to killing myself)

i had been sleeping in her room because my air conditioning upstairs wasnt working and it was too hot to exist up there at all, and so i packed the items i brought down with me, and was moving to go upstairs. she forced me to stay downstairs because i was “running away from the conversation” (which ill also get into later**) and forced me to stay the night downstairs. after the conversation was said and done, she returned and told me “do you ever think your delusions and hallucinations are overactive imagination because of your ocd and you think of the worse possible scenario when you hear a noise?” which is...not how anything works.

the following morning, she was EXTREMELY petty and wouldnt let me leave her side since “i missed her so much!!” and continued to force me to spend time with her and refused to let me on my laptop or phone. she started to yell at me again (which i cant really remember what she said, but she called me selfish for.. wanting her around?)

BONUS CONTENT :) aka stuff that i wasnt able to put in to keep it chronological

my mom has always threatened to ground me because of crying (though she said she would “never ground me because it would ground [her] too”) and im basically... not allowed to feel anything but happy, because if i express any other emotion it always results in her yelling at me for some reason.

*she gladly admits that i inherited OCD from my dad (who had an extreme case, as well as almost my dad’s whole entire family) but refuses to admit that i also inherited psychosis from her. ive brought up that im pretty sure i have DPDR, but she also refuses to even learn what it is and tells me that im just faking it. she won’t get me help, and says she won’t.

**my mom walks away whenever she doesnt get her way in an argument. she has left me in the middle of a museum in another state (not without shouting “fuck you” at me from across the room first), in the middle of a parking lot for at least 5 minutes, walked out of my grandma’s house twice, and then walked away from me another time downtown (thankfully i was with a friend.)

she shits on literally anything i enjoy. we go to the movies, i show her shows, i talk about things i like and she always has to find something she hated about it. even when she cant find anything specific, she replies with “eh it was okay” and doesn't fake it to ever let her child enjoy something. i always feel bad immediately after. the most recent example i can think with this is seeing moana with her.

if anything Major Happens(tm) ill probably reblog this and add it on, but until then.................. yeah

[petersspidey]

La Vie en Rose

Request: For the Drabble list thing , can you do 5&3 <3333

3. “I may be an idiot, but I’m not stupid.” 5. “You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?”

Word Count: 1819

A/N: Reader is 17 here~Starts off 16, but is 17 cause woo time skips. But wow I just realized I slightly changed things a bit. So basically. May doesn't know Peter is Spiderman. But it also doesn't take place during the movie. But Peter is 16. So, after the movie, but May doesn't know. YIKES! (Im really only explaining this like this because I'm splitting this into different parts. The next part will go more into the title).

Summary: the reader grew up with Peter and when the reader’s mom dies, May takes her in.

Warnings: None.

Masterlist

You and Peter grew up together. Kind of. Peter’s aunt May was your mom’s best friend. When Peter’s parents died when he was young he went to live with his Aunt, and May would often invite you and you mom over so Peter would have a friend to play with.

The only thing is, you and your mom moved away when you were 10 and you only saw Peter and May about once a year.

So, when your mom died, you found out she had put May as next of kin, and you were shipped off to Queens to live with Peter and May.

It was odd moving back to the city you had called home for so long. After living in a small town in Maine for six years, it was odd being back in a big city.

Of course it was a difficult transition when your mom died, trying to get used to May and Peter again. May treated you like you were her own daughter, and Peter was so nice to you.

You had had a crush on Peter for as long as you can remember. Probably eight or nine years. It was always something small where it would always sit in the back of your mind, but wouldn’t really hit you unless you and your mom went to visit.

By the time you were 15, you and Peter had exchanged phone numbers when you stayed with them for a week with your mom. You had kept in touch after that. You would text at least once a week, mostly telling each other about your days.

Moving to Queens really wasn’t easy. May tried her best to help you, but Peter was really the one who go through to you.

One night, shortly after you had moved in he had heard you crying in your room. He had let himself in and sat down on your bed with you.

He began to tell you about his adjustment to Queens when he was really little and how hard it was for him to make friends, to get used to staring a new school at such a young age, and get used to May and the city.

“I remember that on my second day here in Queens, May told me that someone was coming to see me, and that they were my age. And a few hours later, you walked through that front door. As soon as you saw me you ran over and shoved two toy cars in my face asking if I wanted to play. I was six, Y/N, but I knew that I had made a friend and I would be okay,”

After he had told you this, he pulled you into a hug and held you for a while. But before you knew it, your lips were on his and you were pulling his shirt off. The next morning when you woke up naked next to Peter, you both agreed that it would be best if nothing like that were to happen again. It would be too complicated given your situation.

After that night you and Peter remained close. One could argue that you were even better friends than you were when you were little. And your crush had grown. Living with him only helped it grow into something more than a crush. You couldn’t help but admire Peter.

May was amazing support to you and helped you adjust to living in an apartment in Queens.

When the new Semester at school began you joined Peter at Midtown High School. When Peter introduced you to Ned, you clicked instantly.

Your Friday nights soon turned into a time when you, Peter, and Ned would hang out. The three of your would study or watch movies or go out and wander the city.

One night, almost a year after you had moved in with May and Peter, you were helping May with dinner.

“I have to say, Y/N, since you’ve moved in, we’ve had go out for take out a lot less,”

You laughed, “well, in your defence, you just never set the timer on the oven and leave the food in for too long,”

“Well, that’s very nice of you to say, but why don’t you go get Peter from his room while I change and then we can eat,” May said, heading towards her bedroom.

You walked over to Peter’s bedroom door and knocked twice.

“Peter?” You asked

Suddenly there was a loud bang at the front door, it swung open and Peter fell through.

“Peter? Oh my god, are you alright?” You said

You rushed over to where Peter had fallen on the floor.

Peter quickly hopped up, held a hand over his face and tried to make a run to his room.

You stood in front of him, not letting him pass you.

“Peter Parker, what’s going on?”

“Nothing,”

“Then take your hand off your face,”

Peter slowly removed his hand from his face, revealing a giant bruise below his left eye.

“Oh my god,” you said

“Please don’t tell May,”

“I’m not going to have to tell her, I think she’ll notice,”

“Can you please just help me cover it up,” Peter begged.

You hesitated for a moment, May had welcomed you into her home and took you in as her own, you didn’t like lying to her.

“Fine,” you agreed.

You allowed Peter to pass you and head into his room. You went into your room and picked up you makeup bag and headed back into the hallway where you ran into May.

“Y/N, did you get Peter?”

“Uh, yes… he's just - uh he’ll be out in a second. He just needs my help with something,” you said and quickly moved past May and entered Peter’s room.

Peter was sitting on his bed when you walked in.

“So, I have to use makeup to cover that up,”

You pulled Peter’s desk chair close to his bed so you could sit and fix up his face.

“So are you going to tell me what happened?” You asked, rummaging though your makeup bag for your concealer.

Peter remained silent.

“Peter i’m not going to help you unless you explain this to me,”

Peter sighed “Look, I got into a fight,”

“You’re lying,” you said, applying the concealer to Peter’s face.

“Yeah, okay well then if i’m lying you’re an idiot,” Peter said, (knowing that you are extremely smart and not at all an idiot).

“In that case, I may be an idiot, but I'm not stupid. Tell me the truth Peter,”

As Peter went to open his mouth Peter’s bedroom door opened and May walked in.

“Guys it’s dinner,” May paused and looked at what was happening, “Y/N, are you putting makeup on Peter?”

You and Peter exchanged a look.

“No?” You said

May eyed you both suspiciously.

“What’s for dinner?” Peter said, standing up and walking out to the table.

“Y/N and I made a lasagna,” May answered as the two of you followed Peter to the table.

“It was my grandma’s recipe,” you said, taking a seat.

You stared Peter down the entire meal, hoping he would get the message that you weren’t finished with the conversation from earlier.

“Y/N, you haven’t touched your food. What’s going on?” May said

“Nothing, May. Sorry. It’s just been a long day at school and I could really use Peter’s help with my calculus homework,” you lied

“Well, why don’t you eat something and then you two can go study,” May suggested.

After dinner, Peter helped May clean up while you waited in your bedroom for Peter.

Eventually he walked in and closed the door behind him.

“I need answers, Peter. You can't just walk in here all bruised and ask me to help you hide it from may without an explanation,”

“I wasn’t lying before. I really did get into a fight. Someone tried to steal my backpack and they punched me, and they stole my backpack,”

You were hesitant to believe him.

“You’re really not lying to me?”

“C’mon Y/N, I would never lie to you. You know that," Peter said.

“Actually, I clearly remember this one time when we were eight that you lied straight to my face,”

“No, Y/N, please don’t bring up the barbie incident again,”

“Peter, you cut off my barbie’s hair. I will never get over that,”

“How many times do I have to apologize for that? It's been eight years,”

You shrugged, knowing every time you brought this up you got Peter all worked up.

“Peter let me ask you something,”

“Shoot?”

“Who is she?” You asked.

“What?” Peter said, confused.

“Ive deduced that you must have a girlfriend. You sneak out almost every night, you claim to be at your Stark internship every day after school, but I don’t buy it,”

“I don’t have a girlfriend,”

“Again, I still don’t buy it,”

"Well, what about you, Y/N, do you have a boyfriend? A girlfriend?” Peter questioned.

“Oh yeah, great job turning the tables on me there, Peter. But you know there hasn’t been anyone since Gwen,”

“Shame, you guys were cute together,” Peter said.

You and Peter stayed silent for a while before Peter spoke up again.

“Y/N, remember not long after you moved in with me and May and how I told you about the first time we met and what I remembered,”

You nodded, remembering what else had happened that night.

“I know we agreed that nothing should happen after that night, but I just always thought something would,” Peter admitted.

He sat and stared at you, waiting for you to say something.

“You know what, I think i’m gonna go. All this sneaking out has left me extremely tired,” Peter said.

Peter placed a light kiss to your forehead and got up to leave.

“Are you sure you don’t have a girlfriend?” You said, stopping him at your door.

“I’m actually kind of waiting to see if anything will happen with this one girl,”

Peter gave you a small smile, said goodnight, and closed the door behind him.

[liprps-blog]

i dont know why im bothering to make this post other than hoping two things will come from it. 1) that ill start to feel better about the situation and 2) that the people it’s about will creep my blog and eventually see it. under the read more for feelings

so, for one, im not going to lie about my actions. yes, i messaged erika and told her i know shes her. i absolutely did. should i have? probably not. did i anyway? you’re damn right. and you know why? i did it because i cared about the game i was in. i cared. had i not cared, i would have just been like “lol fuck this” and left when i realized and nothing was done. let me just repeat for the hundredth time that she shut uproar down and did so through her role as a gossip mod. i was trying to protect the game and my friends, i wasn’t doing it to be a bully or harass her. i just wanted her to know that i know. after i sent the message i logged back out because i wasnt trying to fight or harass her. i just needed her to know someone knew and was watching her. let me reiterate that, while im not saying it was completely her fault bc im the one in control of my own feelings and i understand that, she played a huge role in me almost killing myself and had it not been for a call from my grandmother, i would have. i would be dead right now. i would have died in 2013 if my grandma hadn’t called me that morning. i dont feel bad for sending her the message. i will never allow myself to feel bad for doing what i thought was right and i still think i was right in trying to protect that game and my friends who modded it. i know they dont agree and that’s fine but what i did was a gesture of love, no matter how ugly it was. sometimes to protect the people you love you have to be ugly to the ones you don’t.

on the flip side of that, its been said i was a bully and making people uncomfortable. with the exception of erika (bc as i said, i will never ever feel bad for exposing her), i do want to sincerely apologize to anyone who i made feel that way. it’s never been said of me before in my life so im not sure who felt that way or why but if it was anyone besides her, then from the bottom of my heart; i am so sorry. i wish something had been said to me so that i could have known and stopped doing whatever it was i was doing. the last thing i want is to make someone feel those things. im not making excuses here, nor am i justifying myself to make myself look better but the god’s honest truth is that im not always the best with understanding how someone else feels unless im directly told. so again, im sorry. and i want anyone reading this to know that had i been told that i was making people feel that way, i would have done everything in my power to correct it. but if im not told an issue exists and i think everything is fine, how am i ever supposed to fix it let alone know about it?

now that ive covered how others felt and done my fair share of apologizing for my actions, i want to cover my own feelings. 

i dont know how either of you can say what you did to me wasn’t bullying me out. i dont understand how you can think me going from zero warnings, and neither of you telling me the accusations against me to being kicked out because i stepped down as a mod is not bullying me out. maybe bullying isn’t really the right word but that’s how it felt. it felt like i was targeted and it was purely retaliation for me saying i wouldn’t mod anymore because no action was ever taken. i know it was because b literally came back with “you said we never take action so we took action” so you literally kicked me out because i stepped down. that’s what it boils down to. you kicked me out because i sent that message to mod teo and i stepped down but i dont think that the time you even knew the message had been sent. maybe you did. that’s still bullshit when other writers should have been gone a long long time ago and are still there, forcing plots on people and making them feel uncomfortable purely because they want a certain plot, purely because you’re afraid of backlash from roleplayers everyone hates and wants gone anyway. even if i had been put on like a final warning i would have accepted it and not caused a fuss bc for the erika thing, i probably deserved it. no matter what you say or do to justify yourselves, you both know you did me wrong. you don’t ever have to admit it and its fine if you don’t but between the three of us, we all know what you really did to me and how shitty it was after how close we had all become. i truly thought our friendship would be good, i thought we would all continue to be best pals and without the stress of the game, we wouldn’t be torn apart. but, i was wrong. that stupid game tore us apart. and it was just a game. its not even real. our friendship was real. it still hurts and i miss you both. it will pass. it always does. but i miss you.

and now i want to move on to your feelings. like i said before i dont know who i made uncomfortable or what i did to make them feel that way, but if it was ever either of you, im sorry. ive looked back and realized how much i hate erika and how insistent i was she is there and gossip modding and going to ruin blush may have made you guys feel negative things. im sorry for that. i didn’t want to upset either of you. i really didn’t. i could have gone about things in a better way even though tact isn’t always my strong suit. i still realize the situation could have been handled better and i shouldn’t have let my own feelings cloud my regard for yours. i know this is past repairing, and im not trying to make amends and us be friends again but i do want you to know that im sorry it ended this way and im sorry for any negative things you experienced that were my fault. i loved you both dearly and considering i dont want to make anyone feel bad ever, i especially didn’t want that for two of who i considered to be my closest friends. i hope for your sake you’re able to let go of whatever resentment you have for me and not carry that anger with you.

thats it. thats all i have to say and i really hope that writing this down and putting it out there for you to see helps me let go of the situation and move on. regardless of how things ended, i wish you both the best with your game and everything else you do in your future.

[eternlmisery]

Welcome to the Legends

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Leonard had never thought that Sara would get hurt outside of battle. It had never crossed his mind that he could be standing in a hospital lobby, outside of surgery and Sara would be in there, fighting for hers and their baby’s lives.

Sure, he had been scared when Sara got hurt during missions, but they had Gideon to fix her. Now the doctors seemed useless in comparison to the A.I.

He sat alone in the waiting room with his pale faced laced with fear, observing the garlands and Christmas tree on the lobby, until he stood up and started pacing back and forth.

When Lisa, and unsurprisingly Cisco, arrived, he had to explain the situation to his little sister.

“What happened, why aren’t you with Sara?” she asked; eyebrows furrowed together.

“There have been some… issues.” He sighed as tears were beginning to well on the young woman’s eyes. “Her water broke and… and it was bloody… and I brought her here and they sent something about a placenta abruption.”  

Leonard rubbed his temples and Lisa looked around for the toddler who was usually attached to the man.

“Where’s Rory?” She questioned.

“Dinah came… and she took her with her to the cafeteria.” Lisa moved to stand next to Leonard and rubbed his arm soothingly.

“She’s gonna be okay, Len.” She told him. “Sara’s been through much worse.”

“If anything happens to her in there…”

“It won’t.” She pressed and then turned to Cisco, who pulled out of a bag a small package from Big Belly Burger. “I’m sure you didn’t eat anything the whole time you were here.”

“I’m not hungry.” He snapped at her and Lisa was taken aback by the fact that Leonard yelled at her; something that he had never done before.

“Aunt Isa!” Rory squealed and jumped in Lisa’s arms, trying to reach the bag with the food. “Ood!”

“How about me and your grandma help you eat and we leave dad with Aunt Lisa to talk?” Cisco offered and showed her the milkshake he had purchased too. Lisa passed her to him and Rory immediately gave the man a hug and proceeded to grab the milkshake. “You really are a Snart.”

Leonard even shot him a “thank you” smile before turning to his sister.

“How long have you been here?” She inquired and he shrugged.

“Two hours?” He wondered. “She was admitted about half an hour before I texted you…”

“And what did they say was wrong with her?”

“The doctor checked up on her to see how many centimeters dilated she was… there was blood. That’s when they told me to get out. No word ever since.”

Lisa grabbed her brother by the arms and made him face her.

“Lenny, Sara is going to be okay, you hear me?” She told him; voice determined. “In a while they are going to call us to meet your daughter or son. You deserve every bit of your happiness.”

“And what if I don’t, Lis?” he questioned with a shaky voice. “What if this is my punishment for everything that I have done? To have been given happiness and to have it ripped away from me… She is in there bleeding in a table and I don’t know if they are going to get out of there alive.”

Lisa’s eyes softened and she squeezed his shoulders; tears thick in her bright blue eyes.

“Do you remember when I got my tonsils removed when I was 10?” She asked him as she made him sit down next to her. He noticed now that Cisco had left; probably went to Dinah and Rory to give the two siblings some privacy.

“How could I forget? I must have robbed every liquor store within 10 miles to afford it. You were so bad...” Leonard wondered out loud as Lisa smiled.

“It was a routine surgery, but still, you sat in the waiting room the whole evening and waited for me. Mick told me that you were so scared you were asking the doctor if I was going to make it. Because every time something happens, you think that it’s your punishment for the things you did. But it’s not true. Things like this happen to everyone; not just reformed crooks/ ex-brainwashed villains.”

He let the back of his head rest on the wall and sighed. She passed him the package.

“Eat. It’s going to be a long night.” Leonard managed to smile at the young woman. Oh, how the tables have turned.

 Leonard didn’t even realize that he had fallen asleep, until someone nudged him and he found himself sleeping in his sister’s shoulder; several brown curls tickling his nose.

He immediately jumped up and saw that Barry, Iris and Caitlin had arrived while he was sleeping.

“What happened?” Leonard demanded as looked at the people who had become his friends. “Did the doctor come?”

“No, but we did and brought you coffee.” Caitlin said and handed the man the hot beverage with a comforting smile.

“Snart, we are here for you.” Barry told Leonard; sitting next to him. Leonard nodded towards the man and glanced at his watch.

5.30 A.M

He had been sitting there for six god damn hours and there were no news.

“Where’s Rory?”

“Dinah brought her back home and stayed with her.” Lisa announced and stood up too. “And now it’s time for a shift change. Please stay safe and call me the moment anything happens.” She hugged her brother tightly.

“Lenny…”She said against his neck and placed her hands on his shoulders. “I love you.”

“Love you too.” He mumbled as she pulled back and turned to take Cisco’s hand in hers. Both waved at the others and started to walk out of the waiting room; leaving Leonard with a bigger knot in his stomach than before. Surprisingly, Caitlin was the one that moved towards him first; putting a careful hand on his shoulder.

“Leonard I’m gonna go find a doctor and have a little chat. See how things are going with Sara and the baby.” She told him with a smile and headed towards the offices; offering Iris to come with her if she wanted to if she did. Barry settled next to him as Leonard took a sip out of his black coffee.

“Leonard, I really don’t know what to say to you… I honestly don’t.” He started to say but Leonard lifted his hand to stop him.

“You don’t need to say anything, Allen… I’m just… I’m glad you’re here.” A small smile ghosted on his lips.

“I am too.”  

 “Mr. Snart?” He heard a feminine voice and he suddenly whipped his head up to see a petite nurse looking at him with a folder in her hands. “Doctor Davis sent me to pick you up. Your wife is out of surgery and the doctor wishes to talk to you about her condition.”

The women and Barry look up at him and smiled. “Go” they said with their eyes and smiles and Leonard let the nurse guide him towards a closed door that wrote “234”. The woman walked first and opened it to reveal Sara; lying on the bed with her eyes shut and IV hooked on her right arm.

Then he saw the empty hospital bassinette next to her and his breath was caught in his throat.

“Where is-?” He was cut from the door opening again and Doctor Davis walked inside with the brightest smile on his face and a pale blue bundle in his arms.

“Mr. Snart!” He exclaimed with his smile. “I have this little gentleman who wanted to see you!” He handed him the bundle cautiously and Leonard didn’t even bother hiding the fresh tears that welled up in his eyes as he looked at his son. A tiny rose-colored creature with wrinkled skin and the closed eyes and he looked so much like Sara and Rory it made his heart fill with emotion.

“Hey little man; I’m glad you are here.” He whispered to the infant with a soft voice as the doctor cleared his throat.

“Mr. Snart your wife has been suffering from placental abruption and as soon as her water broke we realized that the blood in it was a result of the placenta that had separated from the inner wall of the uterus and while the problem was very serious it seemed to have appear quite suddenly. In some women the bleeding may be visible, but Mrs. Snart wasn’t in that category. If you hadn’t brought her in immediately there would have been a bigger issue because a condition like that could have been life-threatening for both her and the baby, as it deprived the fetus of oxygen and nutrients. But by doing a caesarian section as soon as possible we made sure that both she and the baby would be healthy. She is quite the fighter and so is the little guy.”  

Leonard smiled at his son and wife. It felt so weird even saying it in his head; his son.

“I know.” He answered and the doctor hummed. “Is anything gonna be wrong in the future with or and the baby?”

“We were afraid that there would be some lasting damage from the lack of oxygen on the little guy but I just came back from further testing and your boy is 100 % healthy. Same thing goes for the mommy who should be waking up any minute.”

“Thank you.” He said and his voice cracked ever so slightly as he looked at the baby in his arms again. “Can we please have a moment?”

“Of course! Alice will be here immediately, if you just press the button on the right side of the bed and I’ll be back in shortly to make sure Sara is doing okay.”

Once Leonard was alone with most of his family he got his phone out as he sat in the chair next to Sara; texting Dinah before placing his phone away and turning his attention to Sara and their baby. Taking her hand in his he kissed Sara’s palm but never looking away from their son.

After a few minutes Sara’s eyes started to open slowly; blue/grey irises meeting with his as a smile formed on his lips. Sara looked at the small baby in his arms for a moment before a sob escaped her throat.

“He is okay.” She whispered as her IV-hooked hand tried to reach and touch her son. “He is really okay.”

“Because you are a fighter and so is he. You gave him the strength to fight.”

“When I saw the blood… and I looked at you and I could feel your heart breaking and I couldn’t tell you it was gonna be okay because I didn’t know that and then they told you to get out and I wondered if I would ever see you again-.”

“I’m here. We’re both here and you are okay. You both are okay.” Leonard said in a low voice as he gave Sara a chaste kiss on her lips.

“I thought I was never gonna see Rory… that I was gonna let you down and our babies…” She brushed the dusting of light brown hair that was visible from the blue baby cap and her hand was shaking.

“You didn’t.” He pressed and his own eyes were filled with tears again. “You got through everything while I was waiting outside shaking like a coward.”

“You kept our daughter safe. That’s all that matters.”

“That would be your mother. I couldn’t look at her without tearing up.” Leonard said with a soft voice.

“You can’t do everything in the same time. It’s okay to rely on the people that care about you, Len.”

 The tiny infant opened his bright blue/grey eyes and stared up at his parents.

“Hey baby boy.” Sara whispered and the baby cooed in her chest.

“He has your eyes.” Leonard remarked as he settled next to Sara and pulled her close to him. She pressed a kiss on his lips and sighed; feeling content in her husband’s arms.

After what they both had gone through that day, they were ecstatic to just be in each other’s company. And secretly Leonard wanted to ensure that Sara was really okay.

“So, how do we call him?”

Sara passed the baby to him again and she gazed at Leonard, who was still observing the newest addition to their family thoroughly.

“Hunter Michael Snart?” He suggested.

Sara smiled; she was sure smiling a lot this day and she didn’t even know why. No; she did. Half of the reason why was sitting next to her and suddenly the other half ran inside the hospital room squealing.

“Mommy, Dawy!” Rory shrieked as she ran over to her parents with an envelope in her small hands.

Sara took her daughter’s hand and helped her climb up the bed; settling her between herself and Leonard.

“Ror, this is your new baby brother; his name is Hunter.”

“No! His name is brother!” She objected as she leaned closer to the infant and smiled; causing Leonard and Sara to mirror her expression.

“What are you holding, snowflake?” Leonard inquired as he noticed the envelope his daughter had in her hands.

Rory handed it to Sara, who opened it and then looked at Leonard; unable to speak.

It was a picture of her and Laurel from when they were little; Laurel a little older than 10 and Sara about 8 year old. But it wasn’t an ordinary picture; it was the one from the scrapbook they made as kids.

“Who gave you this, Ror?” Sara asked calmly; trying to control herself.

“Auntie did mommy.” The toddler explained and the couple exchanged a look. “She was out ere!”

Leonard looked at his wife again; understanding in his eyes, as he passed her the baby and ran out of the room, just in time to see the woman who looked exactly like Laurel, turn in the corner.

From the other side of the corridor Dinah and Mick emerged with big smiles on their faces and they stopped when they saw Leonard’s expression. Dinah moved first towards him and pulled him in for a hug before handing him a coffee.  

“Dear, are you okay?” She asked him and Leonard immediately nodded. “I’ll go check on the girls and the little guy and leave you two to catch up. Very nice seeing you Mick!” Once Dinah disappeared inside the hospital room Leonard could finally breath and of course Mick realized that something was terribly wrong.

“What happened?”

“We’re in deep shit Mick. But I’m glad you are here.” He answered and suddenly Mick had given him a hug Leonard he didn’t know he needed. He had almost lost his wife and son and now Laurel who is somehow alive was appearing and… He had just missed his best friend. “…Where is Amaya?”

“She is on the first floor with Ray and they are buying balloons.” Mick muttered and Leonard patted his shoulder. After taking a speed train from Star City last night, the team needed some time-off. They had gone to Star to help Team Arrow with a dozen of convicts who had broken out, but as soon as they learned about Sara they realized they had to return even if it was for a bit.

Mick looked at him for a moment before reaching for something in the bag he was strangely carrying. He took a box out of it and handed it to Leonard. He looked at him before opening it and he saw that in it was a cotton baby blanket that was neatly folded and on it was sewed:

“Welcome to the Legends”

Leonard later denied that he cried; he just said that it was the ventilation system in the hallway and that same night he and Sara wrapped their son in that blanket; a reminder that they might have the craziest and most unconventional family… but that family was more they could ever ask for.

[thatcrazyfanfictionwriter]

Secret of the Sewers: Recovery

Karai laid on a hospital bed inside Saki Enterprises, an IV in her arm and breathing tubes on her face. The Shredder, free of his armor, sat by her bedside holding her hand. A young doctor with fiery red hair was examining a clipboard full of information on Karai's condition, including at least five cat scans.

"Well Mr. Saki." The young doctor, Dr. Chaplin, began. "I have some good news. While Karai's brain has sustained some damage from the backlash of Project Oracle's powers, it is minor damage that the brain can naturally heal over time."

"Excellent." Saki said, a hint of relief in his voice before he squashed it with his usual cold, calculating tone. "How long until she is conscious?"

"Unfortunately, it's too early to tell." Chaplin informed him. "She could wake up any minute, or be in a coma for months. I'm afraid we just don't know enough about what Oracle did to her to give an accurate assessment."

Saki's fist clenched at the idea of his daughter being in a coma. He slammed his fist on the side of her bed in anger, eliciting a gulp from Chaplin. The doctor excused himself, exiting the room just as Hun entered. He still had the bruises from the battle, and looked physically drained. Still, the behemoth managed to give a proper bow, albeit painfully.

"Master..." he groaned.

"Have you found them?" Shredder asked.

"No Master..." Hun answered. "All we found was this."

He produced a bloody piece of white cloth, the remains of some sorts of lab coat. Saki looked at it, remembering a similar coat on one of the turtles.

"Where was this?" he demanded.

"Near the edge of the city." Hun replied. "It would seem they've fled."

"Hmmm… we best be on guard then. They may have gone, but they will soon return."

"Yes Master." Hun agreed.

As Hun left, Saki looked out the window at the sun rising over the city.

…

The Shellraiser twisted and turned down the gravel road that led up to Northampton, the large canopy of trees providing little relief from the bright sun of the late fall months. They had been driving for a few hours now, Donny doing the best he could for his two patients with what he had on him, as well as anything they could scrounge from the various CVS' and Walgreens they hit along the way.

"How they holding up Don?" Casey asked from the driver's seat.

"Hisako's stabilized, and with any luck, she'll wake up soon." Donny replied, tying off the bandage around Hisako's waist.

"And Leo?" April questioned.

Donny looked upon his fallen brother, feeling more than a bit helpless.

"He's got a fever, and he's still out cold." Don lamented "I can't work on him fully until we're somewhere off the road."

"Don't worry bro." Mikey assured him. "I'm sure we'll be there soon."

"I hope so." Donny replied quietly.

As the four of them conversed, Raph cradled Leo's head in his lap. The blue turtle's hair was matted with sweat, which worried the red turtle, and increased the size of the lump of guilt that had settled into his throat.

"Leo…" He muttered.

As they kept driving, Hisako groaned slightly, coming to. Master Splinter, who had been holding her this entire time, looked down and sighed in audible relief.

"My child." he whispered.

Hisako blinked slowly as she came to, her entire body hurting. The other turtles looks over at their sister, each of them relaxing a small fraction.

"Hey sis." Mikey called out softly.

"Hey..." Hisako croaked, her voice weak from pain. "What happened… where are we?"

"We got our shells kicked." Donny informed her. "After you got struck down, we were forced to flee the city."

"We're almost to my grandma's old farmhouse." Casey added. "I figured it be as good a place as any for us to hide out while you and Leo heal."

Hisako gave a small nod, then glanced over at Leo. Even through her pained haze, she could make out a faint buzz of activity going on in the blue turtle's head. He was alive, but he was badly hurt.

"He's still holding on..." Hisako said softly, a note of happiness in her voice. "Even after everything, he's still holding on."

"Course he is." Raph declared, doing his best to sound brave and tough. "His skull's thicker than Mikey's."

For once, Mikey didn't attempt to deny the jibe. Thankfully, the pained silence that filled the Shellraiser was soon broken by Casey calling out in relief.

"We're here."

As they made their way through the thick canopy of trees, a large farmhouse became visible in the distance. It looked old and the paint was faded, but to the battle-weary travelers, it looked like heaven.

"The place could probably use some TLC," Casey admitted, "but it's got water, electricity and heating, so we should be good for a while."

"It will be sufficient." Splinter replied. "We cannot thank you enough."

"Look, you guys are practically family by now." April explained. "And family sticks together through good and bad."

"You said it, April." Casey agreed.

…

Splinter carried Hisako into the home, her wounds making walking next to impossible. Trailing behind him, the three conscious turtles worked together to bring their injured brother inside.

"We need to get him in water." Donny announced, feeling the heat radiating off of Leo. "It will help him heal faster."

"The Master bathroom." Casey replied. "There's a big bathtub in there, and a bed for Hisako. Second floor. Third door on the right."

They made their way up the stairs, Master Splinter gently depositing Hisako onto the large bed. As he worked to prop her up on the available pillows, the other turtles gently put Leo in the tub, removing his clothes and letting the cold water cover him up to his neck.

"Now what?" Mikey asked.

"Now, we wait." Donny replied. "It's all we can do right now."

"I'll keep an eye on him." Raph volunteered.

"I can do that, Raph." Hisako told him, her voice a hoarse whisper. "It's not like I'm going anywhere anytime soon."

She attempted to sit up, but instantly regretted it as pain lanced up her side.

"It's fine." Raph reassured. "Really."

He glanced down at Leo, regret in his eyes.

"I've got this."

Raph then took a chair and sat down so he could watch over Leo. The others just looked at him a bit before exiting the room. Splinter gave Hisako's hand a final squeeze before leaving himself. Once they were alone, Hisako looked at the red turtle.

"It's not your fault you know." she croaked.

"Get some rest sis." Raph told her.

"Raph..." she began, trying a second time to move, but once more regretting it, "None of this is your fault."

Raph sighed, realizing his sister wasn't gonna drop the issue quickly.

"Yeah, well then whose is it?" Raph asked.

Hisako grunted a bit before answering.

"Karai." she muttered. "Her and that…. Shredder guy… They hurt Leo. They hurt me. Not you."

"Leo wouldn't have been out there if I hadn't yelled at him." Raph replied.

"If you hadn't done it, one of us would have. We were all just kettles ready to boil over..."

"Yeah we I popped first." Raph interjected. "Figures. Me and my temper screw everything up again."

Hisako let out a sigh, then settled onto the pillows. It was going to take a while for their wounds to heal. All their wounds.

…

A few weeks passed since the eight fugitives had fled New York. In this time, everyone had done their best to find some way to keep themselves occupied. April and Casey and thrown themselves into cleaning and repairs of the farmhouse. When they weren't washing windows or doing dishes, they were out in the barn trying to get an old riding lawn mower to work.

The turtles were no different. Raph hadn't budged from that chair in the master bedroom, keeping a close vigil on both of his injured siblings. Whenever they needed their bandages changed or Leo's tub needed to be cleaned out, he made sure it got done.

Donny had built himself a small work station in the attic, allowing him to do the one thing that never failed to calm him down: tinker. Though he did let himself out every now and then if there was something in the house that required fixing beyond Casey and April's grasp.

Splinter, meanwhile, was working with Hisako to try and help her walk again. Much like when she was first learning how to walk, it was a slow process, one that got her easily frustrated. On one particularly bad fall, she banged her fist on the ground in anger, tears of frustration rolling down her face.

"Why can't I do this?" she seethed.

"You have been through a trying ordeal." Splinter told her. "It will take time to fully recover."

"I feel like a little girl again..." she grumbled bitterly, "That helpless little girl unable to even defend herself..."

"You know you have come a long way from being that little girl the turtles found in the dumpster." Splinter reminded. "You cannot allow this new set back to mar everything you have become."

Hisako took a deep breath, then slowly struggled to her feet, clutching the makeshift crutch Donny had made her.

"I know it may seem hopeless now, but you will rise above this." Splinter consoled. "In truth it took me quite some time to adapt to my 'new form'. I thought I would never be used to it, but I was wrong. This is no different for you."

Hisako nodded.

"You're right." she agreed. "And in time, these will just be new scars."

"That's my girl." Splinter said smiling.

Mikey slid into the living room balancing a bunch of trays in his hands and on his head.

"Lunch time!" he declared. "I made beef stew, you're favorite sis."

"Thanks Mikey." Hisako replied. "Smells good."

He slid one of the trays off his arm, which held two steaming bowls of stew.

"Eat up." he told them. "And if you want more, just ring that bell I gave you."

Hisako chuckled, looking at the little bell that Mikey had found while rummaging through the basement. He had dubbed it the "Mikey Bell" and had given her instructions to ring it if she ever needed anything.

"No problem bro." she assured him. "Now go find Don. He's probably starving by now."

Mikey smiled before exiting the room.

…

Donny was bent over his work table, several pieces of metal tubing in his hands, as well as his own broken Bo-staff. He compared the tubing to his staff over and over again, testing its strength and relative flexibility.

"Almost got it..."

"Hey Donnie." Mikey greeted, entering the room.

This surprised Donny to the point of tossing the two staff into the air and having them both drop on his head one after the other.

"Mikey!" Donny exclaimed. "You know better than to sneak up on me like that"

"Sorry." Mikey apologized. "What are ya working on?"

Donny recovered the two staffs, returning them to his work table.

"I'm trying to make myself a new Bo staff, one a bit sturdier than a piece of wood."

"Good call. For when we run into that Shredder dude again."

"Right." Donny agreed. "I'm also working on adding some personal touches. I'm thinking a piston extension and a blade."

"Cool." Mikey said, then he stroked his chin. "Maybe you should try two blades. One at each end."

"Actually, that's a pretty good idea Mikey." Donny concluded, already figuring out how he could make it work. "Got any other ideas?"

Mikey hesitated for a moment, a bit reluctant to ask.

"Actually Don, there is something you could do." He finally admitted.

He set down Donny's bowl of stew, then took his Nunchucks off his belt.

"Do you think you could upgrade these too?" he asked.

"Hmm…" Donny thought. "I'll see what I can do."

Just as Mikey prepared to walk out, Donny spoke up again, his eyes not leaving his work table.

"How's Raph doing?"

"About the same." Mikey reported. "He hasn't left Leo's side since we got here."

"Has he eaten?"

"Oh yeah." Mikey told him. "I've got my best agent making sure he does."

…

Klunk sat in Raph's lap, the red turtle absentmindedly scratching the cat behind the ear. Though he would never admit it out loud, Raph was kinda happy Mikey had plopped the cat into his lap, declaring the small feline his guard. It gave him someone to talk to aside from his unconscious brother.

"Hey there little guy. Can I tell you something?"

Klunk looked up at the red turtle, giving a single meow and rubbing his head against the turtle's hand.

"I'm scared." he said. "Scared for my brother Leo."

The cat cocked his head, then looked over at Leo's still form.

"I'm scared that he's never gonna wake up…" he continued, "And that the last thing I said to him was that we didn't need him."

Tears started to roll down his eyes as he continued.

"I just… i just wish i could say how sorry I am. That I didn't mean what I said. That I should've never said what I did… that we do need him… that we all need him back. I need him back."

There was a small sound of moving water, accompanied by a slightly pained groan.

"Raph….?" Leo's weak voice called out.

Raph turned to see Leo slowly waking up.

"Leo!" he called out moving to his side. "Are you alright? How ya feeling bro?"

"Lousy..." Leo admitted. "Everything hurts… and it's cold."

"You're gonna be ok bro, I promise." Raph told him before heading to the doorway. "Hey everyone! Leo's awake!"

From all around the house, there was the sudden sound of various people dropping what they were doing to come and check on their friend and brother.

"Leo!" Mikey and Donny both cheered, nearly tackling Leo inside the tub.

"Easy guys. Easy." Leo told them. "I just came out of a coma remember."

Casey and April were next, tears of relief pouring from the latter's face.

"Leo… Thank god." April sobbed.

"You had us worried there buddy." Casey informed him, lightly conking him on the head.

Splinter trailed in as well, followed closely by Hisako, who was still leaning heavily on that crutch.

"It is good to see you well Leonardo." Splinter told him putting his hand on his shoulder.

"Bro, never go and do that again." Hisako told him, her own face red from crying. "I can't lose my family. Not one member."

"I'll try." Leo replied smiling.

Raph pulled his chair over towards Hisako, allowing her to sit down. This gave Leo a chance to notice the large bandages around her torso, as well as the stitches on her face.

"What happened?" he asked.

Everyone went a bit quiet, Casey pulling April a bit closer.

"The foot trashed April's apartment." Casey explained. "Forcing us to flee for our lives."

"Shredder and Karai attacked as well." Hisako added. "I ended up going against Karai, but I blacked out."

"Dark Phoenix..." Leo realized.

"That's when Shred-head tried to kill her." Mikey continued.

Leo's eyes went wide, and Hisako quickly waved him down.

"It's okay." she assured him. "Donny said he missed kidney by scant centimeters. It's gonna leave a scar, but what else is new?"

Leo looked at his sister, feeling racked with guilt. Hisako sensed this, looking at him sadly.

"That's good to hear… I guess." he said.

"We're just glad you're awake." Mikey told him. "Raph hasn't left your side since we got here."

Leo turned to Raph, who looked down and seemed nervous.

"Look bro, about what I said before…" Raph began, "about not needing you..."

"Raph… we all did stupid things these past few weeks." Leo interrupted. "Maybe… we can forgive each other."

Raph smiled, then reached for a pile of folded clothes beside the tub, grabbing Leo's mask off the pile.

"I believe this is yours." Raph told him.

Leo leaned forward as best he could, allowing for Raph the tie the mask on his face.

"There we go." He said, sitting down and smiling. "Hey sis, show Leo what you've been working on while you healed up."

Hisako smirked, then her eyes began glowing. A halo of green energy surrounded Leo, slowly lifting him from the tub. Donny began drying him off with a towel quickly as Raph replaced the bandages. Once that was done, Hisako moved him onto the bed, a line of red dripping down her face.

"Can't do it for very long." she admitted as Master Splinter handed her a rag. "Still need practice, but I can better control it now."

"Yep, no more flying lamps." Mikey quipped happily.

Everyone chuckled at that, then Raph pulled a blanket over Leo.

"If you need anything bro, I'll be right outside."

"And you can take my 'Mikey Bell'." Hisako offered.

"Thanks guys." Leo replied.

Hisako then slid onto the bed next to him, sliding under the blanket.

"I still need my nightmare protection, so you'll have to share with me." she told him. "Hope you don't mind."

"It's fine by me." Leo told her. "It's just like home."

Everyone smiled, then slipped out, leaving the two of them alone to rest. Hisako took Leo's hand giving it a squeeze.

"I'll be here in case you're the one with nightmares too." she told him. "So get some rest."

"Can do."

Leo then closed his eyes and proceeded to get some sleep, his hand still in the warm grip of Hisako's.

…

Hisako and Leo hobbled behind Raph, trekking through the woods on one of the more stable trails.

"How ya holding up Leo?" Raph called back.

"A little sore." Leo answered. "But I'm good."

"How 'bout you sis?"

"I'm good." she replied. "But where are you taking us? Master Splinter was going to help me with my physical therapy today."

Raph grinned, turning to face his siblings happily and with determination.

"Well, now it's my turn." Raph replied. "I figured the best thing to do would be to go for a walk. Get the muscles moving and the blood pumping. Besides, Mikey said he found something out here while he was out the other day. Won't shut up about it until you guys see it."

"What is it?" Leo asked.

Raph gave a shrug.

"He threatened to 'unleash Doctor Prankenstein' on me if I squealed."

Leo chuckled.

"That alter ego he created when we were kids?" Leo asked.

"That's the one." Raph answered.

Hisako whistled.

"Beware Doctor Prankenstein and his water balloons of doom!" she joked, laughing before grunting in pain.

"Hisako!" Raph called.

"Are you alright?" Leo asked.

"Ow, laughing hurts." she winced.

"Just take it easy." Raph reassured her. "We got you."

Hisako gently waved them off, holding her side.

"I'm okay." she promised. "C'mon. Let's go see what's got Mikey so riled up."

The three continued walking through the woods until they came across one of the larger trees in the forest. They looked up to see Mikey perched up in the branches, grinning down like a monkey.

"You came!" he squealed happily. "Cowabunga!"

"Ok Mikey what is it you wanted to show us?" Leo asked.

Mikey smiled, then climbed up higher into the tree, disappearing into the leaves. Then, he jumped down, dragging a rope ladder with him.

"Only the coolest, most awesome-est tree fort in the history of tree forts!" Mikey exclaimed. "It's amazing!"

"Wow!" Leo exclaimed. "Someone's been busy."

"I just found it, though I have been doing my best to improve it when not cooking for everyone."

He then glanced at Leo and Hisako, giving a smile.

"And don't worry you two. I rigged up something for you guys so you could get up here."

He let out a whistle, and a makeshift lift made out of rope and wooden planks lowered down, big enough for the two of them to sit in.

"All aboard the turtle lift!" Donny's voice called from the trees.

Hisako chuckled.

"How many you got up there, bro?" Raph asked.

"Master Splinter stayed at the house, but everyone else is up there. They're waiting for you guys."

The lift finally reached the top and Hisako and Leo climbed out, in awe at the fort. It was immensely spacious with windows on every wall. The trunk of the tree was in the center of the room. Inside there were three hammocks, a telescope near one of the windows, presumably for watching the stars, and a staircase to a second floor where a balcony was.

"Whoa!" they both exclaimed.

"This is incredible." Leo complimented.

"Gotta say Mikey, this is awesome."

"Thanks." Mikey replied. "It took a lot of work."

Hisako hobbled over to the balcony, looking out as the sun began to set.

"Look at this." she said in awe. "This view is amazing."

"You should see it when the stars come out." Donny replied.

Hisako turned, her eyes sparkling.

"Stars?"

"No city lights out here to pollute the sky." Donny explained. "Just think of the constellations we can find."

Casey and April looked in confusion.

"What's the big deal about constellations?" Casey asked.

"Never pegged you guys for astronomy." April added.

The turtles and Hisako all exchanged knowing glances, then grinned widely.

…

"I see… a two headed squirrel!" Mikey declared.

"I see… a water buffalo riding a whale!" Donny declared.

"I see… a police officer in a prom dress!" Raph exclaimed.

Everybody laughed in response to that constellation, especially April and Casey, who were soon finding themselves drawn into the chaos of the little game.

"I see… a walrus visiting the dentist!" Leo called out.

"I see… A car approaching the farmhouse." Hisako announced, leaning against the balcony to get a better look.

"Where?" Mikey asked. "I don't see it."

Raph smacked him on the back of the head in annoyance.

"Out there dummy." Raph pointed out.

Casey and April came over, looking out at the farmhouse.

"Greenie, can you tell who it is?" Casey asked.

Hisako closed her eyes, focusing in an attempt to see who it was.

"It's… a bit out of my range… I'm not getting much."

"Anything at all?" April questioned.

"Just… fear." Hisako replied. "Something about money… and Turks."

"Turks?" Casey asked.

"Yeah. Whomever this guy is, I these he owes money to some Turkish people I guess."

Donny thought for a moment, then an idea came to him.

"Hey guys, isn't there a street gang in New York called the Turks?"

"Yeah. Big on gambling and drugs as I recall." Raph agreed.

"Why would someone connected to a gang in New York be all the way up here?" Mikey asked.

Casey then let out a groan.

"I think I know who it is." he growled.

"Who?" Leo asked.

"My cousin Sid."

April blinked.

"Wait, the Sid?" April asked. "As in the guy who 'stumbles into your life' when he's strapped for cash?"

"One and the same." Casey confirmed.

"We best stay here then." Leo told him. "You go take care of your cousin."

Casey popped his neck, rotating his shoulders.

"Oh I plan on it."

…

Sid pulled up to the farmhouse, hiding his car in a bunch of brush as he snuck towards the farm doors.

"Just get inside." he muttered to himself. "Just get inside and they won't find you… Granny always kept the key under the pot."

He flipped over the pot, seeing the indent where the key should be. This was freaking him out.

"C'mon, where is it?!"

"Looking for something?"

Sid jumped seriously high, shrieking as he turned, arms raised. He looked up to see Casey standing there with his arms crossed and an angered look on his face. Sid straightened up, putting a strained smile on his face.

"Casey!" he called out. "Hey cuz… wha- what're ya doing here?"

"Hey Sid." Casey replied. "What brings ya by?"

Sid chuckled nervously, tugging at his collar.

"N-no reason cuz." Sid replied. "I just… wanted to crash here for a while."

He attempted to slip past Casey into the farmhouse. Casey just put his arm up blocking his entry way.

"Well you can't stay here." he told him.

"Aww come on cuz." Sid said, getting more and more nervous. "Just for the night. Ya have my word."

"Right. Your word. Why don't I believe you?"

"Cuz, please, can we talk about this inside? Please?!"

"Why? You in trouble 'again'?"

About that time, a large van came screeching down the dirt road, pulling up to the farmhouse. Sid shrieked, diving into the bushes beside the porch.

"Who are those guys?" Casey asked.

"Shush!" Sid hissed.

The van came to a halt, the side opening up to allow a group of punks to jump out, each of them armed to the teeth with different types of guns. One guy in a black coat with so many gold chains around his neck came out, looking at Casey.

"Hey there." He greeted. "Don't mind us. We're just doing a little pest control. Stay outta our way, and you'll live to see tomorrow."

Casey slowly raised his hands as he mentally broadcasted an SOS to the others.

Guys. We got trouble.

How bad Casey? Hisako asked.

The guy in the black coat gave signals to his cronies, who began fanning out to search the area.

Armed thugs bad. Casey answered.

Can you get to your gear?

Not without getting shot, no.

Hang tight, we're coming.

"Oi!" the black coated guy shouted. "I'm talking to you farm boy!"

He grabbed Casey by his hair, putting the gun under his chin.

"I asked if you'd seen a little rat by the name of Sid."

"... Never heard of him." Casey replied.

The guy dug the gun deeper into his chin.

"Why don't I believe that?"

"Paranoid perhaps?" Casey suggested.

The guy was about to do something when one of his goons came around the corner.

"Yo Jencko!" He called out. "There's a bunch of sleeping bags inside, and there's enough food to feed an army in the kitchen!"

The black coated guy, whose name appeared to be Jencko, gave Casey a sadistic look.

"Having a sleepover farm boy?" he asked. "Got a few buddies hiding in the bushes?"

In the bushes just inches from where Jencko was holding Casey, Sid covered his mouth to avoid squeaking.

"How about you show me where they are?" Jencko suggested, pushing Casey to the house.

"There ain't nobody here but me."

Jencko pistol whipped Casey across the face, knocking him to the ground.

"Don't!" He shouted. "Lie to me!"

Casey groaned as he slowly got to his feet. As he did, he saw a flash of black darting out from behind a tree. A skinny, serpentine tail was the only sign of who it was. Said tail then wrapped around one of the punks, pulling him towards the tree where he was quietly taken down. Casey smirked, quickly stifling it as he stood.

"You think I'm scared of you?" Casey asked. "I've stared into the eyes of hatred, the eye of a sadistic bastard that makes you and your goons look like kittens!"

While Casey ranted, another goon fell victim to the silent blitz attack of Master Splinter. Casey couldn't keep the smirk off his face this time.

"So go on and threaten me." Casey dared him. "Because you ain't gonna get anything out of me."

…

Up in the trees surrounding the farmhouse, the turtles and Hisako all sat in the branches, looking down at the land. April was up there as well, though she was doing little more than clinging to the trunk.

"What do you see Don?" Leo asked.

Donny zoomed in on the farmhouse, spotting Splinter taking out his second opponent silently.

"Looks like Master Splinter's doing what he does best."

"Kicking tail and taking names?" Mikey asked.

"You bet." Donny replied. "But we don't know how many are inside, or if more are coming."

"They're the only group." Hisako replied. "The leader, the guy messing with Casey, he thinks he's got enough guys."

"Well we better prove him wrong." Raph decided, cracking his knuckles.

"Raph, you take the rear." Leo strategized "Cut those guys off. Donny, go help Master Splinter with the punks inside. Mikey, get to the barn and get Casey's gear. Hisako, we'll stick together to keep them in the house and out of the forest. I'll need your powers to move fast."

"You got it Leo." Hisako declared.

They all then dispersed to complete their set tasks.

…

A pair of Turks slipped through the house, turning corners like they were on some cop show. Each small noise the house made had them on edge as they searched for any sign of the house's occupants.

"I'll check the attic, you check the second floor." one of the punks ordered.

"Got it X-Ray." his partner replied.

X-Ray then walked up the stairs towards the attic. As he pushed open the trapdoor, he was surprised to see what looked like a work table with a long metal staff laying on it. X-ray picked it up, examining it with curiosity.

"What the hell is this thing?"

"It's mine." Donny declared.

X-Ray barely had time to turn around before Donny punched him across the face, sending him colliding with a wall, knocking him out. The staff rolled on the ground to Donny's feet. He then picked it up and placed it on his back.

"Guess now's as good a time as any for a field test."

…

On the second floor, the other Turk started searching the rooms. As he entered the master bedroom, he failed to notice the large black rat hanging over his head from the rafters. However, he did hear a sight scrape as Splinter's claws against the wood as he landed behind the poor guy.

"What the-"

Splinter then struck him on the head with his stick knocking him out.

"You should be more mindful of your surroundings." Splinter told him.

Donny came down the stairs, armed with his new staff and carrying Mikey's new and improved Nunchucks.

"Are you well my son?" Splinter asked.

"I am, but I better get these to Mikey. He probably forgot I have them."

"Then make haste." Splinter instructed.

…

Mikey made his way over to the barn, slipping to the doors as quietly as he could. He stopped dead in his tracks when he was several Turks surrounding it. Mikey reached for his Nunchucks only to find he didn't have them on him.

"Nuts, I forgot Donny has them." Mikey lamented. "Guess I'm doing this the old fashioned way."

Mikey then sprinted over to the barn. He hid behind a stack of firewood as a Turk passed by. The guy paused for a moment, peering at the log pile curiously.

"Huh…" he grunted. ""Could a sworn I-

Just then, he was struck on the head by a log, knocking him out.

"Cowabunga." He whispered, punching the air.

"Hey I thought I heard something." another Turk called out.

Mikey heard this and proceeded to hide. Jencko noticed his cronies looking around, his eyes narrowing.

"What are those idiots doing over there?" he snarled.

He looked away for a split second, but it was all Casey needed to tackle him to the ground, causing him to drop his gun.

"Oh you gonna pay for that you-"

Jencko's threat was cut off by an angry punch to the face.

"I told you, your threats are nothing to me!"

As Casey wailed on Jencko, his cronies prepared to fire on him to protect their boss. However, their guns were suddenly yanked from their hands by a halo of green energy.

"Nice one Hisako." Leo whispered.

Hisako crushed her and into a fist, reducing the guns to crumpled bits of metal. The guys looked at their guns, then they were knocked out by Mikey and his log.

"Talk about knock on wood." Mikey joked.

Jencko, meanwhile, was still wrestling with Casey. The gun had long since been discarded and the two were duking it out with angry fists. Casey was on top, being physically stronger after years of different sports. Jencko kept trying to break his arms free, but Casey wasn't letting up. Finally, Jencko got a hand free and wrapped it around Casey's throat.

"I have had just about enough of you!" Jencko screamed.

"Casey!" Hisako shrieked.

Jencko began laughing cruelly, until something bounced off his head. He turned to see April sitting in a tree throwing pine cones at him.

"Get your hands off my boyfriend!" she demanded, tossing another one.

"Girl! You are really beco-" Jencko started to yell.

Before he could finish, Casey quickly punched him in the face, and kicked him across the floor so he could get to his feet.

"Jencko." Casey growled. "You can punch me, kick me, try to kill me, I don't care. But you threaten April, and things get real ugly!"

Then, with a move straight out of the turtle's handbook, he spin-kicked Jencko across the face, sending him into the wall of the farmhouse.

"Nice kick Case." Raph said, coming out from where he was.

"Have you been watching us?" Mikey questioned.

"Certainly looks like it." Donny commented.

"Looks like you got this handled yourself even without our help." Leo added.

"And don't you forget it." Casey replied.

As Jencko got to his feet, he gasped at the sight of the four mutant turtles backing up Casey, Hisako coming up as well.

"What… what the…" Jencko tried to rationalize.

Hisako sauntered forward, leaning on her crutch.

"It was Jencko, right?" she asked.

Jencko nodded still trying to wrap his mind around this.

"Listen Jencko, you see these guys behind me?" she asked. "The turtles?"

"... Yeah?"

"You think they look scary?"

Hisako's eyes became solid green as she put on her most malicious grin. The other turtles matched her evil look, the combined effort making Jencko pee his pants.

"I'm the worst of them all." She snarled. "So ask yourself this, do you really want us as your enemies?"

"What do you want from me?" Jencko asked, his voice very high pitched.

Casey stepped forward, crossing his arms.

"Leave here, and never come back." Casey declared. "And if you tell anyone about what happened here, then you'll see just what these guys are capable of."

About that time, Master Splinter walked towards the group, his tail still wrapped around one of the Turks' necks.

"I would take him up on his offer young man." Splinter suggested.

Jencko screamed, scrambling to his feet as he ran for the van. His other cronies who were still conscious grabbed their unconscious comrades, dragging them to the van and piling them in, Splinter tossing the one he had in his tail onto the pile. The door barely had time to close before Jencko gunned the engine, tearing away from the farm as fast as it could. As they disappeared, everyone began cheering happily, hugging each other.

"We did it!" Mikey cheered

"Woo!" Hisako squealed.

"Two down and on crutches, and we're still one, mean, lean, green, incredible team!" Raph declared.

April, who had finally managed to come down from the tree, came down and joined the large group hug. Master Splinter watched, smiling happily. This was their first victory in a long time, one that had succeeded in boosting the team's moral.

"Go ninja, go ninja go!" Mikey exclaimed.

"Go ninja, go ninja go!" The others joined in.

Casey let out a laugh, then spotted Sid attempting to crawl through the bushes towards his hidden car.

"Going somewhere?" Casey asked.

Sid squeaked, then screamed when Splinter's tail wrapped around his ankle, dragging him into the open.

"C-Cuz…." Sid stammered. "Th-thank you f-for g-getting rid of those…."

"Save it." Casey cut off.

Sid gulped, shutting up.

"I suggest you get out of here. And if you ever cause trouble that threatens my friends again, you're gonna regret it."

Sid frantically nodded, trying to shake his leg free of Splinter's tail.

"N-no problem cuz…. Besides…. I-I here Miami's great this time of year…."

"Then you better get going."

Splinter released Sid, allowing the man to run screaming towards his car, gunning the engine and peeling off in the opposite direction of the Turks.

"Wow..." Hisako remarked. "And I thought my family was messed up."

"Yeah." Casey agreed. "Though I wish I had a family like yours greenie."

"You kidding?" Raph told him. "I figure you knew by now that you are our family."

"The good kind." Mikey added. "Not the lead-gangsters-to-your-door kind."

"Guess I'm still not used to it." Casey admitted.

Hisako wrapped her arm around his neck, giving him a noogie.

"Don't worry. You will."

[jimdsmith34]

I’m Starting The Cameran Eubanks Is Over Party

Last week onwas the hunting trip and I hope the group has all recovered from their hangovers. I know I am still feeling yesterdays shenanigans, for one. #NeverDrinkingOnASundayAgain #UntilNextSunday

Kathryn calls Whitney to catch up or get coffee. I hope she doesnt hold her breath waiting for that call to get returned. Or did we watch different season threes?

I really did not need this gratuitous scene of Thomas driving around Charleston telling Kenzie about all the buildings his family owns. Like, we get it. Youre rich and powerful.

Naomie and Craig go to a couples therapist. The therapist looks like one of those cool dad types who wears Hawaiian shirts in his off time and says things like “I’m down. I’m hip. Right, guys?”

Craig: Im not saying that Naomie shouldnt question me ever because shes my girlfriend, Im saying she shouldnt be my girlfriend unless shes willing to have a blind and unwavering devotion to everything I say and do.

That’s not alarming at all…

Honestly, Im kind of with Craig on the whole being from the North is not yelling thing, though.

Craigs denying that he called Naomie a moron. This is truly some Donald Trump level of denial. WE HAVE YOU ON TAPE. Can we roll the playback, please? Craig, welcome to your tape.

Landon show sup to some bar and orders herself a shot and a beer. Respect, honestly.

Landons wearing a flannel because shes trying to attract more lumbersexuals. Where they at in Charleston, though? Also, girl, you have a boyfriend AND another older guy you’re trying to seduce. It’s enough.

Austen asks Landon about Drew who is apparently asking Landon if she loves him. Poor guy, he has no idea whats in store for him.

Landon says shes ready to settle down again because her dog is getting old, basically. Sure, thats as good a reason as any.

Shep walks in and says Where theres smoke theres fire, and Landon and Austen are looking very amorous. Cant you just say they look cozy like a normal fucking person? Also, no they do not look amorous. They look like two people having a normal conversation. Just because you use big words doesn’t mean you’re automatically right.

Drink again because Shep described Chelsea as laissez-faire. Just call her laid back, dude. Shes a person, not an economic theory of capitalism. He also thinks that he should be dating Chelsea because they both DGAF but you cant have two people in a relationship who DGAF; thats just a recipe for disaster. SOMEBODY has to give a fuck.

Thomas visits his dad whos approximately 800 years old. He seems to work for the Museum of the Confederacy

Me:

Thomas dad is like back in the good ol days you could get a hot dog for a nickel and a slave for a dime! Those were the days.

Im sorry but Thomass dad needs his own subtitles because I cannot understand this man for shit. He asks his dad for advice and his dads like Buy low, sell high. Thanks, dad, Why didn’t you just tell him plastics? That would have been just as helpful.

Austen and Chelsea are in some American Ninja Warrior wet dream/obstacle course situation. This looks like a bad date youd see in . NEXT!

Theyre betting each other for kisses like this is fucking middle school.

Oh wow, Austen had an older sister who passed away in an accident. Thats terrible. A moment of silence. This shit is sad.

Austens sisters name was Kyle and Chelsea is like OMG Kyle? Thats my brothers name! Bitch, this is not about you.

Patricias got some bougie-ass friend visiting her who literally specifies what type of glass she wants her vodka tonic in. Come on, this is a vodka tonic, not some expensive wine. Its gonna taste the same regardless of the type of stem on the glass.

Patricia is throwing an Indian themed party to celebrate her lily white friend.

Me:

Kathryn goes into Chelseas salon for a hair cut. I smell a set-up.

Kathryn: Shep told me you were a great stylist, aka the producers are making me come here.

Kathryn: Money doesnt grow on trees spoken by the lady whos trying out modeling instead of getting a real job to support her two infant children.

JD goes over to Thomas house (or office, I cant tell, fuck it) and Thomas is like I heard Kathryn and Elizabeth are hanging out. Like, no shit, they are friends? Thomas brings up Kathryns letter and this shit is long. Like 18 pages front and back long. I’m not recapping the contents of the letter because I fell asleep.

Kathryn: If I were to see Thomas Id just want to give him a big hug.

Ive never heard that synonym for punch to the face before.

Kathryn: Thats the thing with Thomas. Hes such an asshole but hes a good person.

Me trying to figure out how that makes any sense at all:

Patricia and her friend are wearing matching dog caftans. I have no comment. I mean, my grandma (may she rest in peace) used to wear 90s windbreaker tracksuit outfits well into the 2000s, so we all have our things.

Craig and Naomie are getting ready for the party and Craig is like Therapy was great, clearly the lesson we learned was please be nice to me tonight and dont treat me like shit. Real productive session.

Landon shows up to this party alone, so I guess Drew or whatever his name is is officially over.

Patricia is explaining how to eat curry, i.e. you take the rice and you put the curry on top of the rice. Cameron says Oh snap! What, putting shit on top of rice is too much for you to handle, Cam?

Cameran would be sucking up to this lady for not letting people curse at the dinner table. Bitch, please. You asked Shep last week of Chelsea gave him a hard-on. Just because you used the word “weiner” instead of “dick” doesn’t make you a saint. Please drop the Holier Than Thou act.

Patricia brings an Indian healer aka a lady whos gonna bring everyone up into the hot seat and make unfounded speculations about each of them. Can’t wait:

SHEP HAS NO CHILL. Craig goes up there and hes like Will Craig ever admit law isnt his true passion?

Healer lady: No, because law is his true passion.

Boom, roasted by the Indian healer!

Craig asks the healer about his connection with Naomie and the healer calls them soulmates. Naomies face is like fuck you, fuck you fuck you. This is her facial expression:

Kind of an odd reaction to hearing you and your current boyfriend are going to be together forever.

I wonder how much the producers paid this Indian healer to tell Landon that she has a soulmate in this room.

Whitney is bringing up Kathryns sobriety to the healer, aka a woman who doesn’t even know Kathryn, which seems highly inappropriate. What wont these producers do for ratings?

Craig: As a completely objective third party with no personal interest in the matter, I think what Kathryns doing is fine and she should be allowed to apologize.

Cam: Im sick of this, stay out of it!

^Says the woman whos constantly all up in everybodys business.

Honestly, this high society lady getting morally offended by the word fuck needs to fuck off. Come the fuck on, bitch, You were alive when abortions werent legal and youre gonna act like you cant stand hearing the word fuck? One more time because I’m petty: FUCK!!!!

Im truly over Cameran. Im starting the Cameran is over party. Tryna talk about We need to stay out of Thomas and Kathryns business when she stirs up everybodys business. Girl, bye. 

source http://allofbeer.com/2017/07/19/im-starting-the-cameran-eubanks-is-over-party/ from All of Beer http://allofbeer.blogspot.com/2017/07/im-starting-cameran-eubanks-is-over.html

[samanthasroberts]

I’m Starting The Cameran Eubanks Is Over Party

Last week onwas the hunting trip and I hope the group has all recovered from their hangovers. I know I am still feeling yesterdays shenanigans, for one. #NeverDrinkingOnASundayAgain #UntilNextSunday

Kathryn calls Whitney to catch up or get coffee. I hope she doesnt hold her breath waiting for that call to get returned. Or did we watch different season threes?

I really did not need this gratuitous scene of Thomas driving around Charleston telling Kenzie about all the buildings his family owns. Like, we get it. Youre rich and powerful.

Naomie and Craig go to a couples therapist. The therapist looks like one of those cool dad types who wears Hawaiian shirts in his off time and says things like “I’m down. I’m hip. Right, guys?”

Craig: Im not saying that Naomie shouldnt question me ever because shes my girlfriend, Im saying she shouldnt be my girlfriend unless shes willing to have a blind and unwavering devotion to everything I say and do.

That’s not alarming at all…

Honestly, Im kind of with Craig on the whole being from the North is not yelling thing, though.

Craigs denying that he called Naomie a moron. This is truly some Donald Trump level of denial. WE HAVE YOU ON TAPE. Can we roll the playback, please? Craig, welcome to your tape.

Landon show sup to some bar and orders herself a shot and a beer. Respect, honestly.

Landons wearing a flannel because shes trying to attract more lumbersexuals. Where they at in Charleston, though? Also, girl, you have a boyfriend AND another older guy you’re trying to seduce. It’s enough.

Austen asks Landon about Drew who is apparently asking Landon if she loves him. Poor guy, he has no idea whats in store for him.

Landon says shes ready to settle down again because her dog is getting old, basically. Sure, thats as good a reason as any.

Shep walks in and says Where theres smoke theres fire, and Landon and Austen are looking very amorous. Cant you just say they look cozy like a normal fucking person? Also, no they do not look amorous. They look like two people having a normal conversation. Just because you use big words doesn’t mean you’re automatically right.

Drink again because Shep described Chelsea as laissez-faire. Just call her laid back, dude. Shes a person, not an economic theory of capitalism. He also thinks that he should be dating Chelsea because they both DGAF but you cant have two people in a relationship who DGAF; thats just a recipe for disaster. SOMEBODY has to give a fuck.

Thomas visits his dad whos approximately 800 years old. He seems to work for the Museum of the Confederacy

Me:

Thomas dad is like back in the good ol days you could get a hot dog for a nickel and a slave for a dime! Those were the days.

Im sorry but Thomass dad needs his own subtitles because I cannot understand this man for shit. He asks his dad for advice and his dads like Buy low, sell high. Thanks, dad, Why didn’t you just tell him plastics? That would have been just as helpful.

Austen and Chelsea are in some American Ninja Warrior wet dream/obstacle course situation. This looks like a bad date youd see in . NEXT!

Theyre betting each other for kisses like this is fucking middle school.

Oh wow, Austen had an older sister who passed away in an accident. Thats terrible. A moment of silence. This shit is sad.

Austens sisters name was Kyle and Chelsea is like OMG Kyle? Thats my brothers name! Bitch, this is not about you.

Patricias got some bougie-ass friend visiting her who literally specifies what type of glass she wants her vodka tonic in. Come on, this is a vodka tonic, not some expensive wine. Its gonna taste the same regardless of the type of stem on the glass.

Patricia is throwing an Indian themed party to celebrate her lily white friend.

Me:

Kathryn goes into Chelseas salon for a hair cut. I smell a set-up.

Kathryn: Shep told me you were a great stylist, aka the producers are making me come here.

Kathryn: Money doesnt grow on trees spoken by the lady whos trying out modeling instead of getting a real job to support her two infant children.

JD goes over to Thomas house (or office, I cant tell, fuck it) and Thomas is like I heard Kathryn and Elizabeth are hanging out. Like, no shit, they are friends? Thomas brings up Kathryns letter and this shit is long. Like 18 pages front and back long. I’m not recapping the contents of the letter because I fell asleep.

Kathryn: If I were to see Thomas Id just want to give him a big hug.

Ive never heard that synonym for punch to the face before.

Kathryn: Thats the thing with Thomas. Hes such an asshole but hes a good person.

Me trying to figure out how that makes any sense at all:

Patricia and her friend are wearing matching dog caftans. I have no comment. I mean, my grandma (may she rest in peace) used to wear 90s windbreaker tracksuit outfits well into the 2000s, so we all have our things.

Craig and Naomie are getting ready for the party and Craig is like Therapy was great, clearly the lesson we learned was please be nice to me tonight and dont treat me like shit. Real productive session.

Landon shows up to this party alone, so I guess Drew or whatever his name is is officially over.

Patricia is explaining how to eat curry, i.e. you take the rice and you put the curry on top of the rice. Cameron says Oh snap! What, putting shit on top of rice is too much for you to handle, Cam?

Cameran would be sucking up to this lady for not letting people curse at the dinner table. Bitch, please. You asked Shep last week of Chelsea gave him a hard-on. Just because you used the word “weiner” instead of “dick” doesn’t make you a saint. Please drop the Holier Than Thou act.

Patricia brings an Indian healer aka a lady whos gonna bring everyone up into the hot seat and make unfounded speculations about each of them. Can’t wait:

SHEP HAS NO CHILL. Craig goes up there and hes like Will Craig ever admit law isnt his true passion?

Healer lady: No, because law is his true passion.

Boom, roasted by the Indian healer!

Craig asks the healer about his connection with Naomie and the healer calls them soulmates. Naomies face is like fuck you, fuck you fuck you. This is her facial expression:

Kind of an odd reaction to hearing you and your current boyfriend are going to be together forever.

I wonder how much the producers paid this Indian healer to tell Landon that she has a soulmate in this room.

Whitney is bringing up Kathryns sobriety to the healer, aka a woman who doesn’t even know Kathryn, which seems highly inappropriate. What wont these producers do for ratings?

Craig: As a completely objective third party with no personal interest in the matter, I think what Kathryns doing is fine and she should be allowed to apologize.

Cam: Im sick of this, stay out of it!

^Says the woman whos constantly all up in everybodys business.

Honestly, this high society lady getting morally offended by the word fuck needs to fuck off. Come the fuck on, bitch, You were alive when abortions werent legal and youre gonna act like you cant stand hearing the word fuck? One more time because I’m petty: FUCK!!!!

Im truly over Cameran. Im starting the Cameran is over party. Tryna talk about We need to stay out of Thomas and Kathryns business when she stirs up everybodys business. Girl, bye. 

Source: http://allofbeer.com/2017/07/19/im-starting-the-cameran-eubanks-is-over-party/

from All of Beer https://allofbeer.wordpress.com/2017/07/19/im-starting-the-cameran-eubanks-is-over-party/

[adambstingus]

I’m Starting The Cameran Eubanks Is Over Party

Last week onwas the hunting trip and I hope the group has all recovered from their hangovers. I know I am still feeling yesterdays shenanigans, for one. #NeverDrinkingOnASundayAgain #UntilNextSunday

Kathryn calls Whitney to catch up or get coffee. I hope she doesnt hold her breath waiting for that call to get returned. Or did we watch different season threes?

I really did not need this gratuitous scene of Thomas driving around Charleston telling Kenzie about all the buildings his family owns. Like, we get it. Youre rich and powerful.

Naomie and Craig go to a couples therapist. The therapist looks like one of those cool dad types who wears Hawaiian shirts in his off time and says things like “I’m down. I’m hip. Right, guys?”

Craig: Im not saying that Naomie shouldnt question me ever because shes my girlfriend, Im saying she shouldnt be my girlfriend unless shes willing to have a blind and unwavering devotion to everything I say and do.

That’s not alarming at all…

Honestly, Im kind of with Craig on the whole being from the North is not yelling thing, though.

Craigs denying that he called Naomie a moron. This is truly some Donald Trump level of denial. WE HAVE YOU ON TAPE. Can we roll the playback, please? Craig, welcome to your tape.

Landon show sup to some bar and orders herself a shot and a beer. Respect, honestly.

Landons wearing a flannel because shes trying to attract more lumbersexuals. Where they at in Charleston, though? Also, girl, you have a boyfriend AND another older guy you’re trying to seduce. It’s enough.

Austen asks Landon about Drew who is apparently asking Landon if she loves him. Poor guy, he has no idea whats in store for him.

Landon says shes ready to settle down again because her dog is getting old, basically. Sure, thats as good a reason as any.

Shep walks in and says Where theres smoke theres fire, and Landon and Austen are looking very amorous. Cant you just say they look cozy like a normal fucking person? Also, no they do not look amorous. They look like two people having a normal conversation. Just because you use big words doesn’t mean you’re automatically right.

Drink again because Shep described Chelsea as laissez-faire. Just call her laid back, dude. Shes a person, not an economic theory of capitalism. He also thinks that he should be dating Chelsea because they both DGAF but you cant have two people in a relationship who DGAF; thats just a recipe for disaster. SOMEBODY has to give a fuck.

Thomas visits his dad whos approximately 800 years old. He seems to work for the Museum of the Confederacy

Me:

Thomas dad is like back in the good ol days you could get a hot dog for a nickel and a slave for a dime! Those were the days.

Im sorry but Thomass dad needs his own subtitles because I cannot understand this man for shit. He asks his dad for advice and his dads like Buy low, sell high. Thanks, dad, Why didn’t you just tell him plastics? That would have been just as helpful.

Austen and Chelsea are in some American Ninja Warrior wet dream/obstacle course situation. This looks like a bad date youd see in . NEXT!

Theyre betting each other for kisses like this is fucking middle school.

Oh wow, Austen had an older sister who passed away in an accident. Thats terrible. A moment of silence. This shit is sad.

Austens sisters name was Kyle and Chelsea is like OMG Kyle? Thats my brothers name! Bitch, this is not about you.

Patricias got some bougie-ass friend visiting her who literally specifies what type of glass she wants her vodka tonic in. Come on, this is a vodka tonic, not some expensive wine. Its gonna taste the same regardless of the type of stem on the glass.

Patricia is throwing an Indian themed party to celebrate her lily white friend.

Me:

Kathryn goes into Chelseas salon for a hair cut. I smell a set-up.

Kathryn: Shep told me you were a great stylist, aka the producers are making me come here.

Kathryn: Money doesnt grow on trees spoken by the lady whos trying out modeling instead of getting a real job to support her two infant children.

JD goes over to Thomas house (or office, I cant tell, fuck it) and Thomas is like I heard Kathryn and Elizabeth are hanging out. Like, no shit, they are friends? Thomas brings up Kathryns letter and this shit is long. Like 18 pages front and back long. I’m not recapping the contents of the letter because I fell asleep.

Kathryn: If I were to see Thomas Id just want to give him a big hug.

Ive never heard that synonym for punch to the face before.

Kathryn: Thats the thing with Thomas. Hes such an asshole but hes a good person.

Me trying to figure out how that makes any sense at all:

Patricia and her friend are wearing matching dog caftans. I have no comment. I mean, my grandma (may she rest in peace) used to wear 90s windbreaker tracksuit outfits well into the 2000s, so we all have our things.

Craig and Naomie are getting ready for the party and Craig is like Therapy was great, clearly the lesson we learned was please be nice to me tonight and dont treat me like shit. Real productive session.

Landon shows up to this party alone, so I guess Drew or whatever his name is is officially over.

Patricia is explaining how to eat curry, i.e. you take the rice and you put the curry on top of the rice. Cameron says Oh snap! What, putting shit on top of rice is too much for you to handle, Cam?

Cameran would be sucking up to this lady for not letting people curse at the dinner table. Bitch, please. You asked Shep last week of Chelsea gave him a hard-on. Just because you used the word “weiner” instead of “dick” doesn’t make you a saint. Please drop the Holier Than Thou act.

Patricia brings an Indian healer aka a lady whos gonna bring everyone up into the hot seat and make unfounded speculations about each of them. Can’t wait:

SHEP HAS NO CHILL. Craig goes up there and hes like Will Craig ever admit law isnt his true passion?

Healer lady: No, because law is his true passion.

Boom, roasted by the Indian healer!

Craig asks the healer about his connection with Naomie and the healer calls them soulmates. Naomies face is like fuck you, fuck you fuck you. This is her facial expression:

Kind of an odd reaction to hearing you and your current boyfriend are going to be together forever.

I wonder how much the producers paid this Indian healer to tell Landon that she has a soulmate in this room.

Whitney is bringing up Kathryns sobriety to the healer, aka a woman who doesn’t even know Kathryn, which seems highly inappropriate. What wont these producers do for ratings?

Craig: As a completely objective third party with no personal interest in the matter, I think what Kathryns doing is fine and she should be allowed to apologize.

Cam: Im sick of this, stay out of it!

^Says the woman whos constantly all up in everybodys business.

Honestly, this high society lady getting morally offended by the word fuck needs to fuck off. Come the fuck on, bitch, You were alive when abortions werent legal and youre gonna act like you cant stand hearing the word fuck? One more time because I’m petty: FUCK!!!!

Im truly over Cameran. Im starting the Cameran is over party. Tryna talk about We need to stay out of Thomas and Kathryns business when she stirs up everybodys business. Girl, bye. 

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I’m Starting The Cameran Eubanks Is Over Party

Last week onwas the hunting trip and I hope the group has all recovered from their hangovers. I know I am still feeling yesterdays shenanigans, for one. #NeverDrinkingOnASundayAgain #UntilNextSunday

Kathryn calls Whitney to catch up or get coffee. I hope she doesnt hold her breath waiting for that call to get returned. Or did we watch different season threes?

I really did not need this gratuitous scene of Thomas driving around Charleston telling Kenzie about all the buildings his family owns. Like, we get it. Youre rich and powerful.

Naomie and Craig go to a couples therapist. The therapist looks like one of those cool dad types who wears Hawaiian shirts in his off time and says things like “I’m down. I’m hip. Right, guys?”

Craig: Im not saying that Naomie shouldnt question me ever because shes my girlfriend, Im saying she shouldnt be my girlfriend unless shes willing to have a blind and unwavering devotion to everything I say and do.

That’s not alarming at all…

Honestly, Im kind of with Craig on the whole being from the North is not yelling thing, though.

Craigs denying that he called Naomie a moron. This is truly some Donald Trump level of denial. WE HAVE YOU ON TAPE. Can we roll the playback, please? Craig, welcome to your tape.

Landon show sup to some bar and orders herself a shot and a beer. Respect, honestly.

Landons wearing a flannel because shes trying to attract more lumbersexuals. Where they at in Charleston, though? Also, girl, you have a boyfriend AND another older guy you’re trying to seduce. It’s enough.

Austen asks Landon about Drew who is apparently asking Landon if she loves him. Poor guy, he has no idea whats in store for him.

Landon says shes ready to settle down again because her dog is getting old, basically. Sure, thats as good a reason as any.

Shep walks in and says Where theres smoke theres fire, and Landon and Austen are looking very amorous. Cant you just say they look cozy like a normal fucking person? Also, no they do not look amorous. They look like two people having a normal conversation. Just because you use big words doesn’t mean you’re automatically right.

Drink again because Shep described Chelsea as laissez-faire. Just call her laid back, dude. Shes a person, not an economic theory of capitalism. He also thinks that he should be dating Chelsea because they both DGAF but you cant have two people in a relationship who DGAF; thats just a recipe for disaster. SOMEBODY has to give a fuck.

Thomas visits his dad whos approximately 800 years old. He seems to work for the Museum of the Confederacy

Me:

Thomas dad is like back in the good ol days you could get a hot dog for a nickel and a slave for a dime! Those were the days.

Im sorry but Thomass dad needs his own subtitles because I cannot understand this man for shit. He asks his dad for advice and his dads like Buy low, sell high. Thanks, dad, Why didn’t you just tell him plastics? That would have been just as helpful.

Austen and Chelsea are in some American Ninja Warrior wet dream/obstacle course situation. This looks like a bad date youd see in . NEXT!

Theyre betting each other for kisses like this is fucking middle school.

Oh wow, Austen had an older sister who passed away in an accident. Thats terrible. A moment of silence. This shit is sad.

Austens sisters name was Kyle and Chelsea is like OMG Kyle? Thats my brothers name! Bitch, this is not about you.

Patricias got some bougie-ass friend visiting her who literally specifies what type of glass she wants her vodka tonic in. Come on, this is a vodka tonic, not some expensive wine. Its gonna taste the same regardless of the type of stem on the glass.

Patricia is throwing an Indian themed party to celebrate her lily white friend.

Me:

Kathryn goes into Chelseas salon for a hair cut. I smell a set-up.

Kathryn: Shep told me you were a great stylist, aka the producers are making me come here.

Kathryn: Money doesnt grow on trees spoken by the lady whos trying out modeling instead of getting a real job to support her two infant children.

JD goes over to Thomas house (or office, I cant tell, fuck it) and Thomas is like I heard Kathryn and Elizabeth are hanging out. Like, no shit, they are friends? Thomas brings up Kathryns letter and this shit is long. Like 18 pages front and back long. I’m not recapping the contents of the letter because I fell asleep.

Kathryn: If I were to see Thomas Id just want to give him a big hug.

Ive never heard that synonym for punch to the face before.

Kathryn: Thats the thing with Thomas. Hes such an asshole but hes a good person.

Me trying to figure out how that makes any sense at all:

Patricia and her friend are wearing matching dog caftans. I have no comment. I mean, my grandma (may she rest in peace) used to wear 90s windbreaker tracksuit outfits well into the 2000s, so we all have our things.

Craig and Naomie are getting ready for the party and Craig is like Therapy was great, clearly the lesson we learned was please be nice to me tonight and dont treat me like shit. Real productive session.

Landon shows up to this party alone, so I guess Drew or whatever his name is is officially over.

Patricia is explaining how to eat curry, i.e. you take the rice and you put the curry on top of the rice. Cameron says Oh snap! What, putting shit on top of rice is too much for you to handle, Cam?

Cameran would be sucking up to this lady for not letting people curse at the dinner table. Bitch, please. You asked Shep last week of Chelsea gave him a hard-on. Just because you used the word “weiner” instead of “dick” doesn’t make you a saint. Please drop the Holier Than Thou act.

Patricia brings an Indian healer aka a lady whos gonna bring everyone up into the hot seat and make unfounded speculations about each of them. Can’t wait:

SHEP HAS NO CHILL. Craig goes up there and hes like Will Craig ever admit law isnt his true passion?

Healer lady: No, because law is his true passion.

Boom, roasted by the Indian healer!

Craig asks the healer about his connection with Naomie and the healer calls them soulmates. Naomies face is like fuck you, fuck you fuck you. This is her facial expression:

Kind of an odd reaction to hearing you and your current boyfriend are going to be together forever.

I wonder how much the producers paid this Indian healer to tell Landon that she has a soulmate in this room.

Whitney is bringing up Kathryns sobriety to the healer, aka a woman who doesn’t even know Kathryn, which seems highly inappropriate. What wont these producers do for ratings?

Craig: As a completely objective third party with no personal interest in the matter, I think what Kathryns doing is fine and she should be allowed to apologize.

Cam: Im sick of this, stay out of it!

^Says the woman whos constantly all up in everybodys business.

Honestly, this high society lady getting morally offended by the word fuck needs to fuck off. Come the fuck on, bitch, You were alive when abortions werent legal and youre gonna act like you cant stand hearing the word fuck? One more time because I’m petty: FUCK!!!!

Im truly over Cameran. Im starting the Cameran is over party. Tryna talk about We need to stay out of Thomas and Kathryns business when she stirs up everybodys business. Girl, bye. 

from All Of Beer http://allofbeer.com/2017/07/19/im-starting-the-cameran-eubanks-is-over-party/