#i fucking love how his grandpa phone case is a running joke on my page its awesome

[stubberudsgirl]

trve kvlt sleepover w/ necro’s grandpa phone case making a much needed comeback

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Won’t You Stay (Part 1)

Summary: The reader is almost ready to start filming her movie, The Dark Woods, with her dad but is nervous but how it will all turn out. She’s feeling better by the first day of filming but when her other lead actor quits, she needs to find a new one and fast...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x Director!reader

Word Count: 2,900ish

Warnings: language, car accidents

A/N: Please enjoy the first of many parts!

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“Alright, so we’re going to have Ethan run down this hallway here, turn, tight in over his shoulder and push past to go down the way he came to catch sight of the baddie chasing him,” said Mark, your director of photography. You pursed your lips and hummed, walking through the warehouse location, your dad watching off to the side.

“Reverse it,” you said. “I want the supposed baddie’s back, in the first hallway, chasing my dad. Tight in over his shoulder, push past that guy and then get onto my dad. It’s supposed to be scary. I want the chase and tension.”

“You got it boss,” said Mark.

“You sure that’s what you want to do, kiddo?” asked your dad, Ethan. You glanced over your shoulder and raised an eyebrow.

“I want a ‘heart stops beating in the chest’ moment,” you said. “Fear. Prey being hunted.”

“But my character turns out to be the predator in this case,” he said, leaning against the wall.

“Exactly. The audience won’t know until it’s too late. Heart stopping, edge of the seat opening scene. I want them to feel for Hale and then have him flip the tables on them and then flip ‘em right back. I want the hallway shot one long continuous shot too. We might need to work on it some and get in a few rehearsals but it’s what I want,” you said.

“Sounds good. Opening scenes can really make a movie. I can’t wait to start filming next week,” said Mark with a grin. “This is going to get nominated for an Oscar or some shit.”

“I’ll settle for not bombing at the box office,” you said, pulling out your phone to check the time. “It’s starting to get late. I’m good for the day if you guys are.”

“Good with me. I’ll see you bright and early on Monday, Y/N,” said Mark. You gave him a wave as he headed out, your dad poking his head down the hallway again as you walked around one last time.

“I sound like a total bitch, don’t I, demanding what I want to do,” you said. He whipped his head around and frowned.

“No sweetie, not at all. Director ain’t an easy gig. You’re gonna have to know what you want all the time and some days, you’ll have to be a hardass about it. But you’re doing very good with all of your prep work. No one knows this story like you do,” he said.

“Why did I agree to do this,” you groaned, rubbing your hands over your face. “I wrote the damn book. Why did I say I’d direct it too? Direct my own father?”

“Because you love this story. I love this story. Mom and Anthony and Ella love it. You wanted it to get the treatment it deserves. You’re gonna do great,” he said.

“Remind me of this when I’m two weeks into filming and I end up flipping out,” you said. He gave you a big squeezing hug, spinning you around in circles. “Dad.”

“Mhm, sweetie,” he said. “You’re coming over for dinner to relax. No excuses.”

“I’ll take the free food,” you said, resting your head on his shoulder as you walked out towards where the car was parked. “How’d you not be terrified all the time?”

“Terrified of what?” he asked.

“You had me when you were 18. I was nine by the time you were my age. I can’t even keep a houseplant alive and now I’m making a multi million dollar movie and I feel like I’m gonna explode already. I can’t imagine being responsible for a kid,” you said.

“I was terrified to be honest. Grandma and grandpa helped us a lot. The whole family did. Becoming a rising Hollywood star was nothing compared to single dad though. You used to be the center of attention when my buddies would come over. You remember that?” he asked.

“I was your responsibility though,” you said.

“And I don’t regret having you for a second,” he said, kissing the top of your head. “How cool is it that we get to work together? This is going to be great, sweetie. I’ll try to help the hard days not be so hard too, okay?”

“Okay. I grew up on film sets. Hopefully this doesn’t go as bad as I think it will.”

“What do you mean he’s out? He can’t be out. He’s the other fucking lead!” you shouted into your phone late Monday morning. Your dad slurped up his noodles from his lunch at the craft services tent, most everyone going quiet and looking at you. You ditched your plate and went outside to the lot, running your hand over your face. “Where is Gil Nicholas going? He signed-”

“Dropped out. His contract allowed him to do that up until filming started which technically wasn’t until tomorrow so he’s able to do it,” said the casting director on the other end.

“What…” you said, taking a deep breath. 

“Relax, Y/L/N. I’ve known your dad since he was a bright eyed 18 year old kid. I ain’t calling with this kind of news without having a backup plan. There’s this guy out there, Jensen Ackles. He’s an up and comer. He was on a sci-fi horror network show that got the axe after a few seasons. The kid’s good though. Better than Gil for sure. He doesn’t have the name recognition that Nicholas did and this would be his biggest production ever but the kid is used to the horror genre,” he said.

“It’s not a horror movie,” you grumbled. “I’ve never heard of this guy. How old is he?”

“Twenty eight. Been in the business for about ten years. He’s got a good strong look to him. Athletic but soft,” he said. “He’s good looking. The face alone would get some people out to see the film. Get his shirt off and stick that in the trailer, you’ll get people to come see this movie no problem.”

“I wrote the damn book in my childhood bedroom. I published it and sold the movie deal on my own. If I need to get someone naked to sell this story, it doesn’t deserve to be on the big screen,” you said.

“Okay...relax before you blow a gasket. I got some other guys that could play Lyle. We could put together an emergency casting session this evening, see about getting a guy in for the morning?” he asked.

“Alright. Do the session. My dad’s off the rest of the day so see if he’s available for chemistry reads,” you said. “Please.”

“Can do, Y/N. The studio isn’t going to let one of the most popular books of the past few years crash and burn. It’s a goldmine waiting to happen for them. We’ll find the right guy to play Lyle. I promise.”

“Hey,” you said, jogging into the casting studio around 8 that night, catching your dad reading over a page of the script. “How was Ella’s volleyball game?”

“They won. She spiked the ball and hit some poor girl in the face though. She was crying the last time I saw her,” said your dad.

“I’ll call her after this,” you said, closing your eyes. “How’d the chemistry reads go?” 

“Just got that Ackles kid left to do. I’ll be honest. It ain’t been pretty in there. Two hot shots that ain’t worth shit, one that sounds horrible and another that can’t even pronounce full words,” he said.

“Lovely,” you said. “Where’s the Ackles guy then? I thought you guys were expecting to be wrapped up by now.”

“Late. Not the best sign,” he said. You squeezed your eyes shut and tilted your head back. “Go take a walk around the building, kiddo. I’ll talk to casting, see if there’s other possibilities. Worst case, we rework schedules, film anything without a lead while they find one.”

“This is a disaster and it’s only the first day,” you said.

“Y/N. Go on, take a breather,” said your dad. You sighed but went back outside, throwing your head back as you started to walk the block for a few minutes.

A whistle from a dim alley made you roll your eyes as you walked past. 

“Hey, princess. I was talking to you,” said the man.

“Fuck off. Not in the mood,” you said. Next thing you knew a hand was on your shoulder and you were being shoved back against a brick building. 

“Well that’s not very nice,” said the guy.

“Hey!” barked another voice. You both turned your heads to spot a younger guy already looking a little beat up walking down the sidewalk. “Pick on somebody your own size.”

“You want another ass kicking tonight? Looks like you already lost,” said the guy. He turned his attention to the other man but you were still stuck in a dead end alley with him. You tried to brush past him but the guy caught your arm, the younger one staring him down. “Just having a fight with my girlfriend, buddy.”

“I’m not your girlfriend, fuckface,” you said, stomping on his foot and turning around, kicking him in the nuts. He dropped your arm and you ran past to the young guy, standing behind him for a moment.

“Get out of here. Now,” he said. You took off back down the block to the casting studio, ducking into the lobby. Five minutes later you were pacing the halls, trying to get through on the phone to the police when the young guy appeared sporting a freshly bruised cheek. “Hey, you okay?”

“Yeah. Thanks. You? I’m trying to get through to the police but they put me on hold,” you said. He gave you a smile and shook his head.

“I’m fine. Rough night is all,” he said as he wiped some dirt off his cheek. He was handsome and looked strong but you could tell he wasn’t the fighting type.

“Busy saving other damsels?” you joked.

“The car in front of me tonight got in an accident. Car rolled and I helped get the driver out. Guy went into diabetic coma for a hot second so that was fun hanging with him until the ambulance got there and then that just happened. Obviously not my night. I’m supposed to be having the biggest audition of my life two hours ago here. Probably a sign it’s not meant to be,” he said.

“Well there’s at least two people out there grateful for you popping up tonight. Maybe your audition will go well,” you said, smiling to yourself. 

“I doubt it,” he said. “I should just go home. They probably won’t even let me anymore.”

“I know some people that work here,” you said, his ears perking up. “Give me your name. I’ll make sure you get your audition.”

“Really? Uh, thanks. I’m Jensen Ackles. I’m supposed to be auditioning for Lyle Sullivan on The Dark Woods movie,” he said.

You stared at him, Jensen giving you a smile. 

“You okay? If you don’t know anyone on that that’s cool, really,” he said. You nodded and said you’d take care of it. You went down another hall and into a large audition room where your dad was talking with the casting director while on the phone with one of his cop friends.

“Hey. Ackles is here,” you said.

“Kid’s two hours late,” said the casting director.

“We’re desperate, not that desperate,” said your dad. “Trust me. If he can’t even show up for an audition on time-”

“He’s the guy that just got that other one to leave me alone on the street,” you said. Your dad immediately put down his phone and looked at you. “He says he helped a guy who was in a car accident earlier and that’s why he’s late. He looks it. I want to give him a chance.”

“Alright. He can have a chance,” said your dad.

“Alright. Ethan, scene 22 again. Y/N, want to watch in here or on the monitor?” asked the director.

“Monitor. I’ll pop back in with my decision,” you said. You went in the back room and sat down, a TV on a small table in front of you. You turned it on and reached across the table, finding one of the pads of paper and pens that were normally there. You jotted down a few things to yourself.

He had the look of Lyle which was a huge plus for you. Short cute brown hair in spiky strands. The signature green eyes. The slight scruff on his cheeks.

He popped in front of the camera, still and quiet as he watched a few people move about. He was tall and had strong arms but there was something innocent and kind about him you couldn’t place. You smiled. Lyle had to be both the soft sweet boy and the tear your throat out with his teeth type. This guy seemed like he could pull that off potentially.

You sat back and watched your dad appear on the screen, shaking hands with Jensen briefly before they started.

Twenty minutes later you leaned back in your seat and stood up. Jensen was good. Nervous around your dad and shy but that was okay. During the read, all of that fell away. He was Lyle Sullivan, far better than Gil had ever played him. Jensen seemed to know just how to play Lyle’s relationship with Hale and it made you wonder if he’d ever read the book.

You popped into the casting room, Jensen no longer in there, your dad and a few other people discussing what they’d seen.

“We know what we think. What about our director?” asked your dad as he crossed his arms.

“I want him. I want him real bad,” you said. “He was good.”

“Alright. I think we’re all at a consensus then,” said the casting director with a smile. “We need him in tomorrow morning to start filming though. We need to work a temporary contract out tonight and-”

“Give him Gil’s contract, minus the ability to pull out,” you said. “It’s simple.”

“The studio ain’t paying a small screen, barely has a fan base, guy a couple million dollars,” he said.

“The Dark Woods is a wildly popular book with a built in fan base. Pay the man his money. What’s the big deal,” you said.

“I’m telling you right now, they won’t pay the kid three million,” he said. “He isn’t worth it in their eyes. Your dad is an established, multi-franchise, lead for both TV and movies. There is a reason your father is being paid very well. You earn that in this business, kid.”

“I negotiated my salary and a movie deal, on my own. Don’t call me a kid. I am twenty seven years old and do not tell me I don’t know what I’m doing. Use Gil’s contract and get him signed before he leaves the building,” you said. The casting director stared at you before he got up and left the room. Your dad gave you a look that you rolled your eyes at. “What?”

“You’re gonna be just fine as a director, kiddo.”

“Hey,” you said around midnight when you finally had all of the paperwork settled. Jensen was walking out into the main hall with his agent by his side. “How’d it go?”

“I got it!” he said, all smiles, his agent saying a quick goodnight to him. “Thank you so much for putting in a good word. I can’t believe they even let me audition let alone gave me the role.”

“Well, I just got you the audition. You got the job on your own,” you said.

“Still. I owe you a drink,” he said. He had big bright green eyes, still a bit shy but you could tell his excitement was giving him some confidence.

“I have work very, very early in the morning,” you said with a laugh, his face falling for a split second. “But I will definitely take a raincheck for Saturday night?”

“Alright. Sounds good to me,” he said as he smiled. You swapped phones for a moment, Jensen practically bouncing with excitement.

“You excited about this job, huh?” you asked as you put your phone away.

“You ever hear of The Dark Woods book? I love it. It’s so good. I was super excited to hear they were making it a movie and now I get to play Lyle freaking Sullivan? If you haven’t read it, you got to,” he said. “It’s awesome.”

“I’ll have to take a look sometime,” you said. “I’ll text you sometime for Saturday then?”

“Yeah. This is turning out to be the best day ever,” he said with a smirk. “I’ll see you around, Y/N.”

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A/N: Read Part 2 here!

[btsqualityy]

BTS Toddler Series #26: Valentine’s Day

Kim Seokjin

“Hey, I’m home!” You announce as you push open the front door of your house, stepping inside and shutting the door behind you. 

“I’m in the living room!” You heard Jin yell back and after taking off your shoes, you headed in that direction.

“Oh my gosh,” you chuckled as you stepped into the entryway of the living room. The lights were dimmed and there were literally dozens of lit candles placed around the room. There was a plush blanket set up in the middle of the floor and on the blanket were an assortment of fruits and chocolates. 

“Surprised?” Jin asked with a smirk as he stepped over to you with his hands behind his back.

“Beyond surprised,” you confirmed with a smile. “How long have you had this planned?”

“About a week now. When you said that you had to work on Valentine’s Day, I decided to just keep things simple,” he explained and you nodded.

“Where’s Kade?”

“With my parents, for the entire weekend,” he smirked.

“Oh, a little presumptive of you to think that you doing all of this means that I’m gonna end up having sex with you tonight,” you teased.

“Well, if the whole romantic setup thing doesn’t work, I know this will,” he said as he pulled his hands from behind his back, revealing a case of your favorite red velvet cupcakes.

“I love you,” you laughed, making Jin do the same before he leaned down and kissed you softly.

Min Yoongi

“Come here,” Yoongi grumbled as he reached across the bed and set his hands on your waist, trying to pull you closer to him.

“Nooo,” you drawled, scooting further away from him. “You’re freezing.”

“It’s February,” he deadpanned.

“That doesn’t mean that your toes have to feel like fucking icicles though,” you shot back.

“Maybe if you’d stop being mean and come cuddle me,” he trailed off. 

“Wow, so now I’m being mean.”

“Aish,” Yoongi groaned as he sat up. He gripped your waist tightly before dragging you over to his side of the bed, making you squeal as he tucked your body into his side and wrapped his legs around yours.

“Such a brat,” he huffed. “Even on Valentine’s Day.”

“You know you love it though,” you smirked, making him roll his eyes.

“That’s debatable.”

“You know what-,” you started to say but a sudden knock on your bedroom door made you stop and you and Yoongi both looked over at it.

“Come in baby girl,” Yoongi said and the door creaked up, Kinsley poking her head in before walking inside and over to the bed.

“Can I get in?” Kinsley asked softly and you nodded your head. You watched as she climbed into the bed and she crawled over Yoongi’s body so that she was in the middle of the two of you.

“Maybe I can actually get some cuddles now, huh baby girl?” Yoongi joked as he looked down at Kinsley, who nodded and snuggled into him. 

“I can’t stand you,” you laughed.

“Love you too Y/N-ah.”

Kim Namjoon

“Can I help Mommy?” You heard Mason ask and you turned around to see him standing in the doorway of the kitchen. 

“Sure, come here,” you nodded and Mason wasted no time in running over to you and standing up on his tip toes so that he could see over the edge of the counter. “Wanna help me put the cookies on the sheet?”

“Yeah,” he agreed, grabbing ahold of the roll of cookie dough that you had cut open for him. “Oh, can we make hearts too? Like that?” He asked as he pointed to the picture on the packaging.

“Yeah sweetie,” you chuckled, moving over to a drawer in order to find the cookie cutters. Once you had them, you spread them out on the counter as you watched Mason pull out the cookie dough. 

“Here,” you said as you handed him a heart shaped cutter. You watched with a smile as he expertly pressed it down into the dough, pulling it out after a few seconds and then setting it on the baking sheet in front of him. You ended up letting him do all of the cookies himself, only intervening when necessary.

“Good job Myungie,” you cooed, leaning over and blowing raspberries on his cheek.

“Mommy!” He giggled as he leaned away from you.

“Hey, what’s going on in here?” Namjoon asked as he walked into the kitchen. 

“We made cookies,” Mason chirped

“Oh, for Valentine’s Day?” Namjoon wondered and you nodded your head.

“No better way to spend the day than with my boys,” you grinned.

“And eating cookies!” Mason added, making you and Namjoon laugh loudly.

Jung Hoseok

“I don’t know why I let you talk me into this type of stuff,” you huffed as you looked around the club that you and Hobi were in. For Valentine’s Day, you and Hobi had gone out to a nice romantic dinner but on the way home, the two of you passed by this new nightclub that had just opened up and Hobi managed to convince you to go inside to check it out.

“Baby, you’re fine,” Hobi said as he wrapped an arm around your waist.

“I feel so out of place,” you chuckled. 

“You're not because you’re with me and you belong with me,” Hobi said.

“That was so freaking corny,” you giggled. 

“True but it made you laugh so it was worth it,” he shrugged. “Now, do you feel comfortable enough to come dance with me?”

“Just for a minute, ok?” You relented and Hobi nodded with a wide grin on his face. He grabbed your hand and led you out to the dance floor, where I Have Nothing by Whitney Houston was playing. 

“You should be able to keep up with this right?” Hobi teased and you reached out and smacked his shoulder.

“Just because I’m not a dancer extraordinaire like you, that doesn’t mean that I’m not decent now,” you replied as you wrapped your arms around his neck and he wrapped his around your waist before pulling you closer.

“Yeah, it only makes sense that you picked some things up from me after all these years,” Hobi smiled and you rolled your eyes playfully. “But seriously, can you believe that this is our ninth Valentine’s Day together?”

“No,” you giggled. “Feels like it hasn’t been that long at all.”

“We have so many more to go though, right?”

“Of course Hobi. I love you.”

“I love you more baby,” he replied before kissing you firmly.

Park Jimin

“Mommy!” Noah yells as he runs into your and Jimin’s shared bedroom and you look up from your phone to see him climbing onto the bed with you.

“What is it Noey?” You chuckled as he pushed his way into your lap.

“Made you a card at school,” he said as he held a piece of construction paper that was folded in half out to you.

“Aw,” you cooed as you took the card from him and opened it. Inside, there was Noah’s chicken scratch handwriting and even though you couldn’t read it, you knew that it was for Valentine’s Day because of the multiple heart shaped stickers that he had added.

“Like it?” Noah wondered and you looked up at him with a wide grin.

“I love it,” you confirmed with a nod. “You did such a good job Noey.” 

“Love you Mommy.”

“Oh, I love you too,” you said before gathering him up in a tight hug. Just then, Jimin walked into the bedroom and smiled at the sight of the two of you together.

“And what did I miss? It must’ve been good if you’re giving out hugs,” Jimin laughed.

“Noah made me a Valentine’s Day card at school,” you said as you held the card out for Jimin to see. Jimin walked over to the bed and took it from you, taking a few seconds to look over it.

“This is so nice mini me,” Jimin praised him, making Noah blush lightly. “But where’s mine?”

“Sorry, only for Mommy,” Noah giggled.

“Oh, the level of disloyalty in this household is ridiculous,” Jimin sighed dramatically, making you roll your eyes at him.

Kim Taehyung

“You look like such a grandpa,” you giggled as you looked at Taehyung through the viewfinder of your phone. Since you and Taehyung hadn’t been able to do anything super special for Valentine’s Day the past few years, the two of you decided to take a trip together in order to celebrate this year.

“What? How?” He wondered as he looked down at himself.

“You just look like a grandpa who came to a museum to visit and he’s having his grand kid take a picture of him so that he can post it on the social media page that he barely uses,” you explained.

“First off, that was all oddly specific. Second, are you trying to imply that I look old?” He gasped dramatically, making you giggle as you shook your head.

“Of course not baby,” you smiled. “Now, smile.” He did as you instructed, putting his teeth on display as you snapped a few photos. 

“Let me see,” he said as he walked over to you and you turned your phone towards him so that he could look. “That looks good.”

“What do you wanna do now?” You asked as you worked on sending the pictures over to his phone. “Personally, I’m starting to get pretty hungry.”

“I am too but not for food,” he murmured and you looked over at him with a small smile. 

“I was being serious Kim Taehyung.”

“I was too,” he laughed. 

“How about you feed me first and then we can take care of your problem?” You suggested. 

“Oh, I’ll feed you something alright,” he teased and he yelped loudly when you smacked his butt. 

Jeon Jungkook

“Ok, that wasn’t fair!”

“Y/N-ah, just admit that I’m better than you,” Jungkook sighed as the two of you got off of the ice in the ice rink and walked over to a nearby bench in order to take your skates off. 

“You cheated in that race and you know it,” you shot back.

“How did I cheat? We literally started at the same time and went in the same direction.”

“There was a groove in the ice that didn’t let me take off right away and you wouldn’t come back when I said let’s start over,” you explained.

“I am not responsible for any racing conditions,” he chuckled. The two of you got your skates off and put your regular shoes back on before heading up to the rental booth to return them.

“You know, you could’ve let me win this one time,” you spoke up “It is Valentine’s Day.”

“I’m so tired of you using that as an excuse today,” Jungkook laughed. “‘You should bring me ice skating, it’s Valentine’s Day. You should have your parents watch Ava, it’s Valentine’s Day.’,” he said, mocking what you’d said to him earlier in the day.

“Don’t act like you’re not grateful for the Ava thing,” you pointed out, making him laugh and shrug.

“Touche.” After the two of you returned your skates, you intertwined your fingers with Jungkook’s as the two of you headed for the exit.

“So, was this Valentine’s Day up to par?” Jungkook asked as he looked over at you. 

“Almost.”

“What do you mean, almost?” He asked exasperatedly. 

“It would be perfect if we could get lamb skewers before we go home,” you giggled.

“Thanks for reminding me why I married you,” He grinned, leaning over and kissing you.

[justjessame]

If Only Someone Looked At Me Like They Look At Guns 1

When I bought the secondhand bookstore in South Boston, my dad thought I'd lost my mind. What was I, a native West Virginian, going to do all alone in Boston? Sell books, I'd thought. And live my life, finally, I added.

I had spent a healthy portion of my life being the perfect daughter. The one who gave and gave and made sure that I did everything in my power to make my parents proud. I gave everything to everyone, until there was little left for myself. Now, at thirty years old, I could finally have something for myself.

Besides which, have you ever seen Boston? It's gorgeous and colorful. However, when my dad helped me move into the apartment I'd leased within walking distance to my new, old store "As the Page Turns" he wasn't impressed.

"Really, Tessa?" He asked, looking around. "You're going to be homesick. This place is too noisy, it's too dirty. You're going to miss good ol' West Virginia."

Dirty and noisy? Coal mines, I thought, and the plants that made it smell or shot smoke up into the air weren't the same? Instead of arguing, I diverted him with the manual labor of the move. "You going to help me with this bed, Dad? Or should I ask a neighbor?" That got him moving.

It didn't cure his nagging. Not before he headed home, nor after he'd arrived. It made the weekly phone calls a bit of a hassle. I wanted to talk about how I was making my store a success. He wanted to bring up the things I'd left behind. I wanted to discuss the changes I made as the money started to come in earnest. He wanted to listen for a sign of homesickness. Not a call passed without at least one, "You ready to come home yet?"

Two years, I thought, walking to work in the early morning sun. I was smiling. I loved my life. I was busy. I made the store a reasonable success, adding a coffee bar and pastries to the space. And I had regulars and new customers almost daily. Success was sweet, I thought, as I unlocked the beveled glass front door and listened to the comforting jingle of the bell.

The phone rang almost as soon as I dropped my bag behind the counter. Since I wouldn't be opening for another half an hour, I had a pretty good guess of who was calling.

"Morning, Dad!" I answered, taking the cordless phone with me to start up the coffee and espresso machines. I wondered if his call would be over by the time my daily pastry delivery came. "What's up?"

"Tessa, you shouldn't answer the business phone like that." He admonished. Great start, Dad, I thought. "Why don't you have your cell phone on?"

Ugh, I thought, the chastisement with a side of criticism. Lucky me.

"My Blackberry is in my pocket. I must not have heard the call come in." I answered. "Sorry, Dad." Tessa, I thought, stop fucking apologizing, you're an adult. "How are you? Is something wrong?"

I heard him sigh. "Yes, in Boston."

"What?" I asked, wandering the store to make sure I'd put everything in order when I'd closed the evening before. The counters were clean, the leftover pastries went to the soup kitchen nearby, and the shelves were stocked and orderly.

"Don't you read or watch the news?" Irritation was so heavy on his voice that I could feel the glare across states. Why couldn't my parents have had another child so I could share this guilt and misery? "Those vigilante murderers are back in Boston. I think you should come home."

I rolled my eyes. "Dad, I do watch the news. It's just been busy. This past week's been insane." I rolled my shoulders, feeling the tension build. "And why would I care about vigilantes? Didn't they kill mob people? I sell used books and coffee." Logic, I thought, would hopefully work. "Why would I be in danger?"

"Tessa, they killed a priest." He groaned. "Why wouldn't you listen to me before running away to Boston?"

Running away? I was thirty years old when I relocated, for fuck's sake. "Dad, I'm not Catholic, nor are you." I reminded him gently. "I'm certainly not a priest." I let out a sigh I hadn't noticed I was holding. "I'm fine. I'm happy." The stress moved from my shoulders to my neck belying my words. "I'll be safe. Besides, I highly doubt they've returned. And even if they had, they couldn't be stupid enough to come back to their old stomping grounds."

Another sigh and groan from his end. "You never used to be this stubborn." Yeah, because I was too busy making sure everyone else was happy. "Didn't you tell me the bar they used to frequent was close to your store?"

Damn it. Why had he remembered that tidbit in all that I'd told him about my store? Why couldn't he recall how excited I'd been at finding the rare book one of my customers had asked for? And why had I thought sharing the 'local colorful history' of my new home with my overbearing dad? In my defense, I didn't know that someone would kill a priest.

A tap came to the front door and I nearly cheered at the interruption. "Dad, I have to go, my pastries are here." Rushing through another round of I'll be safe and ending with round of "I love yous".

I let out another sigh and ran to unlock the door. The jingle of the bell calmed me a bit as Marco, the bakery's delivery guy came in with the first load of boxes. As I rolled my shoulders and tried to crack my own neck to release the tension, Marco left for the second and last load. After checking to make sure everything was accounted for, I offered him his usual tip. A double espresso.

"Ah, that hits the spot, Tess." He smiled. "You ok?"

I assured him I was fine and we chatted about this and that.

"Better hit the road. Don't want the boss to get pissed." He said, tossing the small cup in the trash. "See ya tomorrow." I waved him out.

"Could you flip my sign?" I asked, and he smiled and did it. "Later, Marc."

I moved to fill the pastry case. Using the decorative towers and plates that I'd picked up at one of the Farmer's Market stalls. The jingle of the bell made me raise up and offer my usual greeting. "Welcome to As the Page Turns, can I help you?"

He was taller than me, but then again almost everyone was. His incredibly blue eyes crinkled with a smile as he took me in behind the counter. The pastry boxes were almost all empty and the display was filled. I was wearing a pair of skinny jeans, a loose v-neck brown t-shirt, and a pair of canvas sneakers. My auburn hair piled loosely into a bun on the top of my head and my ever present and much needed glasses perched on my nose, not thick enough to hide my green eyes.

Since he was clearly inventorying my assets as it were, I decided to do the same for him. Dark hair, looking like he'd used shears to cut it in the dark, crowned his head. His skin was sun kissed but not tan, and he wore a peacoat, black t-shirt, jeans, and boots. I could see a bit of a tattoo peeking from the collar of his coat on the left side of his neck. Another tattoo was on his right hand, along his index finger. A word, "AÈQUITAS". Huh, Latin. Justice? I felt a tingle of curiosity.

His smile turned to a smirk and I waited, raising an eyebrow under my glasses. I had my usual customer service smile on, but felt a little smirk of my own forming. Both confirming our inspection of the other, and finding it agreeable. He finally spoke.

"'Eard dis wus de place fer a master coffee on dis street." His Irish brogue is full and strong.

"Did you now?" I asked, my smile widening. "Whose singing my praises?"

"Doc." Ah, I thought. The sweet, if a bit different, owner of Mcginty's Bar, the place my dad had brought up in his call.

"What can I get you?" I asked, grinning at the thought of how many day drinkers Doc sent my way to sober up. This man, however, looked like he had recently woken up. Perhaps,he had a late night, if the slight red in the white of his eyes were telling the tale properly.

"Two av the largest black coffee yer 'av. Strong." He answered. A late night then, I smiled.

"Shot of espresso sounds in order." His eyebrows raised. "Don't look alarmed, I'll add it to the regular coffee." I turned to the machine behind me and started the two cups. "How is Doc?" I asked over the noise and my shoulder.

"'E's gran. Jammers, oi tink." Jammers, I thought, trying to make sense of the words he used. Traffic jams came to mind so I translated that Doc was busy. I had plenty of Irish immigrant customers, and I was slowly learning some of their vernacular. It was rough going, but interesting.

Capping the two large cups with black lids and sliding them into the brown sleeves that would protect my customers from burning themselves on the heat pouring from the hot coffee inside, I turned. "Well, tell him I'll try to stop over this afternoon with his favorite treat." I handed him the coffee. "Are you new in town?"

He shot me a strange look, but seeing me waiting behind the till, he gave another grin. "Aye, just visitin' for business." He chuckled at his own joke. "Ye new? Yisser accent is different."

I had heard that a great deal when I moved here. "Yep, I'm from West Virginia." My smile stayed in place. He's an odd duck, I thought, but Doc never sent me anyone dangerous or violent, so I felt safe. "Hope you enjoy your visit." I told him his total and he handed me a large bill. Opening the register to give him his change he waved me off.

"Naw, lassy, that's for yer." His smile was sweet, but the tip was twice as much as his coffees cost. I opened my mouth to protest, but he stopped me again. "Naw, oi ill in my brown 'ear it. Doc acts loik de sun shines from yer side av de street an' oi can tell why. Yer take care av 'imself, an' we take care av ours."

"Doc's a sweetheart. He reminds me of my late grandpa." I answered, smiling at the jist of what he said. "It's no hardship to check in on him." I put the extra cash under the drawer. If this strange man came back, his coffee was paid for. "I'm Tessa, by the way." I held out my hand.

"Murphy." He answered, simply, taking my hand. His hands were calloused and rough. Like the men I was raised around and the ones working in the factories here.

"Nice to meet you, Murphy." I said, my smile genuine.

The bells on the door jingled again. Another strong Irish voice called out before I could give my standard greeting. "So that's wha yer were- keepin' company wi' a juicy lassy instead av bringin' de coffee, yer arse."

I looked up and the usual greeting caught in my throat. Dear Lord, I thought, the dim light of the store allowing the beams of early morning sun to settle around the newcomer like a halo. Sun bleached brown hair, cut as haphazardly as Murphy's, light blue eyes, and scruff on the planes of his tanned face. Clearing my throat and my mind of how beautiful he was, I finally found my voice.

"Welcome to As the Page Turns." Jesus, why did I sound squeaky and breathless at the same time? "Guess one of these is yours?" I gestured at the two cups on my counter.

He turned his full attention to me and my mouth went dry as I watched him take the same inventory of me as Murphy had. Only this time I felt inadequate. I fought the urge to squirm.

"Damn it, Conner, stop starin' at 'er loike she's bill skinner. She looks loike a colt ready ter bolt." Murphy's voice broke the weird hold. 'Bill skinner'? I wondered. The horse bit I completely understood.

I cleared my throat again. "So, Connor, is it?" I asked, holding out the same hand that Murphy had shaken. "Visiting for business as well?"

Connor, the archangel of beauty choked on his own tongue as he took my hand and shot a look at Murphy. They were silent for a beat, my hand locked in the calloused heat of Connor's while they stared at each other. Great, pretty, but another weirdo.

"Aye, business." He answered, a smile and chuckle as he returned to face me. "An' yer are?"

I really wished I knew the joke. That had these two laughing every time I mentioned business.

"'Er name is Tessa. Whaich yer wud 'av known if ye'd gotten oyt av scratcher and cum wi' me, loike oi tried ter git yer ter." Murphy answered, smirking.

Connor released my hand and I leaned my hip against the counter. "Are you business partners?" I asked, wondering what type of business they could be in. Rough hands, sun kissed skin, peacoats, hair that looked like a blind barber and blunt shears created the cut weren't usually what I'd associate with business travel. They could be sailors, I supposed.

Connor and Murphy laughed. Each picking up a cup of coffee. Murphy with his right hand, Connor with his left. "Business partners?" Connor smiled, taking an appreciative sip. "Naw, brothers."

Murphy sipped his own. Closing his eyes and sighing in gratitude. "Twins in fact." He added, opening his eyes.

Connor took another drink from his cup. He moaned indecently and it made my stomach clench. "Dis coffee is rapid. Yer 'av a gift. An' I'm jealous yer git ter enjoy it al' de time."

It was my turn to laugh. "Oh, I don't drink coffee." The look of horrified disbelief on both their faces was priceless. "I make it. I love the scent of it, but drink it?" I shuddered. "No thanks."

Murphy's eyebrows rose. "'Oy can yer make it if yer allerge it?"

Connor chipped in, shaking his cup. "An' make it taste loike dis?"

I noticed the ink on his hand as he shook the cup. Another word tattoo. "VERITAS" I reached into my tiny bit of high school Latin. "Truth," I said out loud, startling all of us. I blushed as their eyes fell to mine. I swallowed. "The truth is- my parents love coffee. When my mom died, I learned to make a decent cup so my dad could wake up to it. Worked as a barista for a bit. Still hate the taste."

Connor's eyes burned into me, making me curious again about the two of them. "Konnor, perestan' pyalit'sya, ty yeye pugayesh'." Murphy broke the silence in a murmur. The language sounded almost guttural. Russian? Strange.

Connor's eyes never left me as he answered. "Notò la mia mano, Murphy. Pensi che chiamerà la polizia?" The language he'd chosen sounded more lyrical. Wait, 'polizia'? Police?

I cleared my throat. "Well, this has been- interesting." I smiled, hoping to defuse whatever tension was between the three of us. "Could you please let Doc know I'll be over around lunch?" I asked, needing time to process. Hoping desperately they'd take the hint.

Murphy spoke again, tugging his twin away from the counter. "Naw problem, lassy. We'll be 'appy ter let 'imself nu. Say take 'er 'andy, Connor."

"Clap yer lay-ra, lass." Connor said, allowing his brother to steer him out the door, Murphy shooting me a wave.

Well, then, I thought. Going back to the pastry display, I started clearing the empty boxes. What the hell was all that?

Russian translation from Murphy: Connor, stop staring. You scare her.

Italian translation from Connor: She noticed my hand, Murphy. Do you think she'll call the police?

[jokers-sweethearts]

Jared Leto Daughter Imagine: Roadtrip

Request: @fanboyswhereare-you SHIIIIIT, Okay so for the Jared Ones could you plz do and father/daughter road trip type thing

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The sun just started to show over the horizon while Jared loaded up the car with everything they would need, blanket, equipment, music. He could barely hide how excited he was and his hands were shaking a bit. A road trip and some time away from hollywood was jsut what he needed, especially with his little girl. It was over a two hour drive to Joshua Tree National Park so they would have plenty of time to talk and and all day to hike and rock climb. Once the car was all packed he headed back inside and up to his daughters room, he was preparing himself for the usual crankiness that came with her so early.

He opened up the door and as he expected she was still tucked away in bed. Whenever he saw her so snuggled and comfortable he hesitated to even wake her up at all. He could watch her sleep in perfect harmony forever, but he knew this was an important trip, not just casual like the others. He approached her bed and gently sat down next to her and started stroking her hair. When she didn’t flinch he kissed her forehead and whisper in her ear.

“Wake up, (y/n)” 

She opened her eyes and let out an annoyed groan as she turned pulling the blankets over her head. Jared laughed and tickled her side through the blanket causing her feet to squirm and kick the blanket off them.

“If you don’t get up I’ll have to tickle the feet” he teased

“oh my god, dad” you said playfully and exhausted “I’m not 5 ya know”.

“Oh I know” Jared shrugged getting off your bed “The car is all packed baby, I’m going to start the coffee, be down in 15″ he said in his usually planner attitude.

“mmmhmmmm” you let out pulling your feet back under the blankets. 

Jared laughed and shut the door quietly heading down to the kitchen. He opened up the cabinet and pulled out the black fuel coffee, getting somber for a moment wishing his brother would still come out and do stuff like he used to. He loaded up the coffee maker when he heard tapping approaching him. He turned around and saw their husky freshly woken as well.

“Hey buddy” he said kneeling down to pet him “Don’t worry I haven’t forgotten you” he hooked up his leash and took him outside while the coffee brewed.

You threw on some workout clothes and put your hair up in a pony tail. Looking in the mirror you cracked a smile happy you didn’t have to worry about makeup or anything like that today. With your dad you could just go out natural and be yourself and not worry about anything.... usually.

Today was different and you could sense it, you guys only headed out this early when something needed to be ‘discussed’ as your dad put it. Your stomach felt a little uneasy because you knew exactly what it was. Your mom. She had been bugging your dad for months recently to see you. Having been raised mostly by your dad after she ditched, it wasn’t easy and in all honesty it hurt. You tried to put it out of your mind for now, knowing your dad wouldn’t just bombard you with it. You tied your sneakers up and grabbed your phone ready to start the day.

Jared saw his daughter hop down the stairs through the glass doors as he came in. The dog booked it in her direction and jumped on her wanting his morning hugs and kisses. Jared headed back into the kitchen to pour some cups and bring them into the living room. You and the dog took a seat on the couch with each other opposite from your dad.

“Thanks for the coffee” you said taking your first gulp, your favorite black fuel flavor “I guess uncle Shannon isn’t coming?” you said with a little disappointment. 

Jared sighed softly, “no baby, but I think that’s a good thing today. Just want it to be you and me” he said looking over and offering a comforting smile

You nodded and continued to drink. Jared looked at his watch and ran his fingers through his hair.

“Almost 7, we gotta get going” he got off the couch and took the coffee from your hand putting the dogs leash on “let’s go kids!” he said excited and the dog barked as if responding. You followed them out to the car.

Jared opened your door for you with a teasing grin “After you my lady”.

“Why thank you kind sir” you played along rolling your eyes. The dog hoped in the back seat keeping his face directly in the middle of the two of you for petting.

The first bit of the drive was normal. Jared complaining about LA traffic and drivers and you changing the radio stations looking for something to enjoy with the occasional “turn that that off”. Once you both settled on something you leaned back and enjoyed the view on the ride. Jared was visibly getting more and more nervous looking for a time to bring things up.

“I’m happy you agreed to this” he began turning to his daughter.

“Don’t make it sound like I’m a hermit now” you said stealing his sun glasses out of the glove box as the sun got higher.

“It’s always nice when my teenager finds time for me. When’s the last time we made this trip together?” 

“I’m pretty sure it was pre green hair not gonna lie” you said, putting things on a timeline was a lot easier to do with his hairstyles.

Jared chuckled under his breath, taking in at once how nervous he was to talk to you about what was to come and how much he loved you. “Well fuck it’s been a lifetime then”. you joined him laughing and after the car fell into an awkward silence even the dog could sense. He knew it was time to just get the conversation out.

“How do you feel about the whole situation... with your mom?” he kept his eyes on the road.

You stayed quiet for a moment really thinking about what you would say. “I mean... you guys were together and had a kid there’s gotta be some good in it” Jared could sense the honesty in your voice.

“Well baby...” he said stopping at a red light and taking the opportunity to turn to you “That’s not always the case. It’s understandable if you don’t want to see her, even at all. I’ve raised you and you’re happy with me. I’ll never let her take you away if you’re worried about that”.

From what your father was saying you realized that it was much deeper than you had guessed before. You watched the cars and city pass through the window as the feeling of concern washed over you. It wasn’t about you and your mom,it was about what the situation was doing to your father. You hadn’t realized before exactly how this could affect him.

Jared immediately worried that he said too much, but it was hard to keep it in. When his former girlfriend left him and their daughter, he was heart broken but determined to never let his little girl feel that pain. He kept you close to him raising you as a single parent. A part of him always knew she’d come back but when she actually contacted him about coming back into their lives, he got an animal like sense about him to protect you more than ever. When you didn’t respond he figured he’d just let it all out.

“I won’t lie to you baby, I don’t want to share you with her. We have our little life built here together and I don’t want-”

“Daddy!” you said sensing his voice getting frantic. The dog placed his chin on Jared’s shoulder like he was telling him to chill out. “Daddy you don’t have to worry about anything”.

“Except I do, I always worry about you”.

“pffff yeah I know” you said sarcastically.

“Oh and what does that tone mean?” he smiled reaching over to poke your side. You giggled and pushed his hand away.

“You over think everything, it’s cool just to go with the flow once in a while?”

“I’m a dad I can’t go with the flow when it comes to you. I like to have it under control”. he said, his tone taking on a serious vibe again.

You gave the dog a kiss on the head before nudging him off your dad so you could rest your head on his shoulder. 

“I appreciate that dad” you wrapped your hands around his free arm. “But i’m not going to in with her and forget about you. She just wants to meet sometimes”.

Jared felt a burning sensation in his chest. Just the thought of you going to meet put him on edge. His father left, his step father left, the mother of his child left, if he lost his daughter his whole world would fall apart. He couldn’t risk or take that if it happened.

Like the two of you were always able to do, you said exactly what he was thinking. “Daddy you’re not going to lose me” you said lifting your head up and looking at him more serious than you ever had before. He could feel the energy in his bones. 

Jared never reveled to his daughter much about his past besides the good stories. He didn’t want her to know how bad the world could get. He liked to keep her living in a happy world, but stuff like this made him realize that he couldn’t keep her sheltered forever. The whole idea of taking this road trip was about forcing the conversation to take place. He didn’t know how you’d react so he wanted to make it so you couldn’t run from it, but more so it was about him not being able to run from it. As usual with the two of you, it was the daughter being strong and carrying her father. You felt the nervous vibe in him and wanted to soothe his anxieties.

“Besides...” you parted from his shoulder to play with the radio more “Who else is going to deal with my shit like you do?” you joked and gave him a loving smile. It sent him a message that this was enough for the day. The smile helped some of the tension leave his body.

He didn’t need to say anything, you and him both knew you were on the same page.

“So you think you’ll be able to beat me this time around?” he said stepping on the gas.

“Please old man, you’ve been moving slower up the rocks every time!’

“Oh!” jared laughed mockingly “is that so? I’m just going easy on ya little girl”.

“mmmhmmm sure grandpa, we’ll see today. Wanna put money on it?” you laughed loudly making the dog bark with excitement as you turned around to pet him.

“He’s barking because he knows you’re full of shit by the way” Jared hit another red light and took the opportunity to plant a kiss on your cheek. These were the moments he couldn’t imagine living without.

You settled back in your seat, getting more and more eager for the day. Jared couldn’t get the smile off his face watching you. He turned up the radio so there’d be music to match the scenery. California was beautiful out by the mountains. That’s when he heard his own voice on the radio.

“Oh sorry baby I can switch to a different” he said knowing you didn’t really like to listen to your own dad.

“No no no!” you said surprising him. “I think today can be an exception”.

You leaned over and returned his kiss on the cheek and rested next to him. Ready to enjoy the rest of your father daughter road trip.

[canaryatlaw]

So today was all around pretty good. I have to start with last night though, because falling asleep pretty much turned into a trainwreck. I had slept in till noon so it wasn't too odd for me not to be super tired, but when it's going on 2:30 and I'm feeling very distinctly awake and I remember taking my melatonin, I'm wondering what the fuck is going on, and then it hits me- when I was setting up my pill box for the week I neglected to put the 1 Xanax I've been taking a day in the box, and we all know the apparent sedative powers Xanax can have on me. I realized this at exactly 2:30 am, so of course at that point I got up and took a Xanax. Unfortunately it did not take effect as soon as I hoped, and I wound up staying up some time after 4 o clock, meaning with my 7 o clock wake up time I got somewhere less than 3 hours of sleep, probably closer to 2 1/2. Yikes. But I swore I would get out of bed because I fucking have to, I can't afford to be a slacker for another day when it's only a four day week anyway, so when my alarm rang at 7 I dragged myself out of bed and thankfully for the most part I didn't feel too exhausted during the day, though I felt slightly sleepy during the afternoon, but that was probably due to my relatively boring task, but more on that later. So I get ready and get to work, my direct boss is out for the morning on a visit or something like it, and somewhere around 9:30 I remembered I had the phone interview scheduled for 10 am, but I had a sinking feeling they wouldn't be calling me. Nevertheless, I went through the interview packet and came up with a list of questions adapted to his situation being that he was being released from juvenile detention. As predicted, they didn't call, I gave them until 10:30 before calling them, and they claimed they never got our paperwork, even though I have the confirmation that the fax went through, they said it must've gotten lost somewhere along the way and I'd have to resend it, and they need 48 hours to schedule any phone interview. I asked if they could make it work for Thursday and they said to fax the request and they'd see if they could fit it in the schedule. *sigh* so I type up a new request and used my recently acquired faxing skills to send it to them, asking that they call me to actually schedule the time. The fax went through, but I didn't hear from them today. If I get to tomorrow afternoon without hearing from them I'll call again and bug them. Ugh, I was not pleased with this situation. So after that I run a few things around and call some caseworkers to get some info on cases and got to run through permanency hearing questions for the other one I'm doing on Thursday, so that was good. At that point I was out of work, so I announced this to all the attorneys on my calendar, and the one that sits across from me said she had some prison phone calls I could listen to. Oh goody! At least they're interesting sometimes. So she gives me the basic breakdown of the situation, basically they're calls between mom and her supposed boyfriend through mom's incarceration from October to January waiting to get bailed out. Boyfriend had testified in January that he dumped mom in August and she's just been following him around, but then of course we have a record of 100 calls between the two of them, so we just had to find the content to disprove his testimony. Well, as expected, they were very much together and very frequently exchanged I love yous and such. 90% of it was mom bitching that nobody has bailed her out yet (she had a $1500 bond) and just hounding this guy about it meanwhile literally nobody around her has a job or any money and get all their money from public assistance. But then she'd say shit like "(daughter) says there's no groceries at the house" and the guy would start listing food he spent money on, but then mom turned around and was like "that was money you could've been sending me." Like, wtf? And of course she was just constantly hounding him to send her money for any and everything. Then there was the half hour call between her and her daughter where they laughed and reminisced about the shoplifting incident that got mom arrested, and she's now facing 5 years in prison because this is her 8th fucking time getting arrested for it. And I kid you not, they were joking about it and having a great old time. Other highlights include when she told her boyfriend he couldn't come pick her up from jail "in case DCFS finds out" well, we ain't DCFS exactly, but believe me, we're gonna find out (and as far as court is concerned, you should be more scared of us than them). Then there was when she was like "my grandpa sells his pills on Mondays, he gets $400 for them and offered me $100 but I said I'd only take $50" and I'm just like ohhh boy. But yeah, it was full of little gems like that, and I was only like my 18th page green sheeting it, so there's definitely plenty there. I just don't fucking understand people when literally the entire time the call is like "this is being recorded and monitored" and then people still say the dumbest fucking things. Amazing. So that actually took up most of the rest of my afternoon, and time passed pretty quickly because of it. Sometime after 4 one of the other attorneys came in and asked if I could do some emergency motions for her and argue two on Friday, so I put the calls aside and started working on those, cuz we'd have to serve them on everybody by the end of the day tomorrow (of course it won't take me nearly that long to complete them). So I worked on those until about 4:50. I was planning on taking the 5:13 bus and not rushing for the 5:03 because I had no particular reason to, but then I checked my app and the 5:13 bus said it was "delayed" and of course I'm like aw hell no I ain't doing this shit again so I ran out of the office and just made it to the bus in time. Got home by 6:20 and had a little bit of time to relax and eat before going to PT at 7, which was nice. PT was good, we ended up doing more of the dry needling because some of my muscles are still super tight and my PT guy was like we should be making more progress at this point, so hopefully that will help. I got home around 8:24 and of course turned on the prison break finale, I hadn't realized they moved it back an hour so I was happy to find out I wasn't as far behind as I thought I'd be, and the episode did not disappoint. I know they said they could potentially do more seasons, but I almost want them to just leave it here because FINALLY everyone is just happy and any other problems are just gonna screw that up and I just want my bbys to be happy forever after everything they've been through. It was honestly such a great episode though, classic prison break, kept you in suspense until the very end and full of so many twists and turns you never knew what was gonna end up being part of the plan and what wasn't. I was sad that we lost Whip, but I knew they were gonna kill off someone we liked, and in all honestly he was probably the least painful one to go (I do not count T-Bag among those we liked) so as sad as it is better him than one of the others. And of course I'm just so happy for my Scofields to finally have happiness and to be able to live happy lives together and I really don't want anything to interrupt my (fictional) babes in their happily ever after and I don't care if that means not getting any more episodes, I'm honestly fine leaving it here for their sakes (I know, they're fictional, but still). So overall I was really quite pleased with it, probably the best season/series finale I've seen in quite a while. I'm so used to the rug being pulled out from under us at the last moment it was FINALLY so nice to just see them go happily ever after with no last minute devastating twist. So when I finished with that I switched over to the keepers, and watched the 7th, and what I did not realize was the final until I was done with it, episode. I kept meaning to look up how many episodes there were but I just figured it's a Netflix show so there's 13, so when the credits rolled and there was no next episode to start I was definitely surprised. I have to say though, episode 7 was a bombshell episode, probably the best in the series IMO. To me it was just so disturbing to hear just how much the Catholic Church shielded pedophile priests and enabled them to abuse more and more victims, and to this day their actions continue to be those that are simply to cover their own asses. I know of course not the entire church is bad, I'm quite the fan of the current pope actually, but I was really disgusted to see the church sending lawyers to argue against extending the statute of limitations for civil suits on child sex abuse, and for their arguments to consist of "well we have to pressure the victims to come forward before more people get victimized" which is such an incredibly awful statement I can't even understand how anyone would think that's an okay thing to say, to put the blame on the victim like that is appalling, and any idea that a shorter statute of limitations will result in victims coming forward sooner is pure fantasy. This was about nothing other than getting the church out of liability, and that's disgusting to me. Their continued denial of knowing about Father Maskell's abuse when there's clear evidence they did is just baffling to me, I can't possibly see what they have to gain by making these claims other than a sorry attempt to cover their asses that in all reality royally backfired on them. As for the whole murder situation, after seeing all of it, I definitely found Jean (Jane Doe) to be credible and I believe her account of being taken to see the body where it was later found and being told sister Cathy died because she was going to confront the priests about the abuse. As far as the players involved that actually could've carried it out, the Edgar guy seemed odd to me but I'm not sure he was definitely involved, the Bill guy however, especially given the recorded interview of his (unfortunately now deceased) nephew who describes being there while they buried the body was pretty dang convincing to me, especially given he has literally no motive whatsoever to make something like that up. I think it's very possible both men were involved, but we sadly don't really have enough evidence (at this point, anyway) to piece together what actually happened that night, and sadly many of the key players who would potentially be at fault are dead, so justice will never be served as far as they are concerned, which is very frustrating. I'm glad at least father Maskell had to watch numerous claims of abuse by him come to light before he died. And yeah, that was pretty much my night. I have a slight headache and I am very tired now, so I think I'm gonna take that as a sign that now is a good time to call it quits here and go to sleep. I've clearly ranted about my day enough. So goodnight dollfaces. Stay beautiful.