#i put a lot of hard work into making this clown house

[antiadvil]

i was just listening to the stereo where Dan talks about the way he's going to sign ywgttn and he says his plan is to sign it with a random squiggle that vaguely resembles his name so that it looks fancy and vaguely resembles the shape of his name, but it's not clear if it says Dan, Daniel, DH, etc, so I went to find my signed copy of the paperback and I have to say, that completely tracks

[silversodas]

I Am FASCINATED To Know How Welcome Home Works Afrer The Julie Update!!

Man, there is so much to unpack with this update that I didn’t know what to focus on first. So for now I will talk about how I think the world works so far, because damn I gotta hand it to Clown he is withholding just enough information where I am not coming to a clear conclusion but it’s making me want to know more.

But first the big question, do I think there are puppeteers? YES! I believe the puppets and puppeteers are separate people as implied in the Poppy update.

When Poppy gets trapped in her house she has a panic attack, then we hear voices that sound so much like Frank and Sally, but not quiet. Asking her why she didn’t just open the door. Who we think is Poppy even has to question where she is for a second. And she is then like “oh yes, I could have gotten out couldn’t I?”

So what do I think happened? Well, have you ever watched the show Stranger Things? If you have you are probably familiar with the concept of an Upside Down. Stranger Things did not invent the concept of upside downs, they just gave them a name, technically. That’s what the world of Home is, it is an Upside Down of the Play Fellow’s studio. It does not exist in our world, but it does have windows via technicolor screens with its newest viable window being the internet.

The world of Home being an Upside Down is probably how the phrase As Above, So Below comes in. As Above, So Below actually refers to Mind and Body. It means the state of your mind affects your life. It actually has nothing to do with Hell, As Above is Heaven (the mind) and So Below is Earth (the self)

And that ties into Julie’s second voice or her real voice. Do I think the deeper voice is her Puppeteer’s voice? Yes and No. it’s hard to explain, I do believe that it’s her Puppeteer’s voice, but those are Julie’s thoughts and that is Julie talking when her voice changes. So what do I think is happening? It’s…hard to say..I feel like I need more information

But what I think so far is, Play Fellow is actually a group of friends/found Family who are part of the queer community and are differently abled. Each character was based off of a different puppeteer, Wally being based off of the main creator and linch pin of the operation. I think that’s why these characters clash more than flow together, each one was created by a different person.

Julie being her Puppeteers reflection, her untreated anxiety is bleeding through. As Above (play fellow) So Below (Home). I think Play Fellow is made up of people who have been through a lot and Welcome Home was that something that was away from the rest of the world that couldn’t really be bothered with them. But we know that Welcome Home was restricted in some ways.

But again I NEED MORE INFORMATION!!! Because I still have no idea what the monsters in the dark are, I get the feeling that Play Fellow, or at least its main creator, utilized the Upside Down Home place, but I have no idea how! I am getting the idea that Home is in between being real and fake at the same time though. But characters like Sally not understanding the items that Howdy sold her were not food, but Howdy understanding what the iteams actually are, are making me draw a blank. But I look forward to the next lore dump so I can put more pieces together

[jinxposting]

Jason Todd x Jinx! reader Chapter 6

Rough Housing

A lot has changed over the years.

Joker had kicked Harley out. She tried to defeat Batman. She would have succeeded too. Joker didn't like that.

You missed her.

You still saw her from time to time. You'd get drinks together now that you're old enough. Odd she enforced such a rule when she didn't bat an eye at breaking any other laws.

It was strange going home with her not there.

You were mad at Joker for a while after that.

But he's still your dad. You did eventually forgive him. Even though it didn't feel right.

You and Joker's legacy continued to grow. The Clown Prince and his little Princess. You certainly let it go to your head. It was kind of hard not to.

When everyone fears you it's hard not to take advantage of that. You could have virtually anything you wanted. Money? It's your's. Just please put down the gun. Information? Anything. Just don't call Joker. Hell, you even had connections at Arkham now. You never spent more then a single night in there.

Life was good.

There were rumors going around recently about a new vigilante. This one, however, was less than moral. He left a trail of death in his wake. He'd taken over the drug rings previously belonging to Black Mask. Not an easy task. This guy had to be strong to pull that off. Or crazy.

You smiled at the thought. It'd be nice to break in a new toy. But alas, your paths have yet to cross. You didn't even know his name.

"Jinx!"

"That's me!"

"I have a favor to ask."

"Oh?"

"I have a shipment coming in and I need you to make sure the numb skulls don't flub it. Think you can do that, my dear?"

"Easy peasy."

Or at least it should have been.

The good news is you know that new guy's name now! Red Hood. Bad news? He was attacking your men. You were transporting run of the mill weapons. You thought this guy was all about drugs? It made no sense.

"You work for Joker, right?"

You peaked over the side of a crate you'd been using for cover. He had an AK-47 pointed at one of your unnarmed henchmen.

"Y-Yes!"

"You're going to tell me where he's hiding."

"I don't know!"

"Five seconds."

"Do you know what he'll do to me if I talk?!"

"Do you know what I'll do to you if you don't?"

Oh this guy was a tough cookie. You liked it.

"Do you know what I'll do to you regardless?"

You stepped out, pistol raised at the assailant. He didn't budge. You couldn't read him with that helmet on, but if posture meant anything he seemed unphased.

"Jinx!"

"You."

"Me."

With a swift hit to the back of the head you knocked the henchman unconscious.

"Whoops! There goes your source."

The man pointed his gun at you. "You do realize you're also a source? A better one at that?"

"Oh, please. Have you met me? I may be a chatter box but there ain't nothin' I have to say. Threaten all ya want."

"Do you ever take anything seriously? I have a loaded gun pointed at you."

"As do I." You waved your fingers around the grip of your pistol. "And as if this is the first gun I've had waved in my face. You're not exactly special, pal."

Red Hood sighed. "You're not gonna talk, are you?"

"Talk? Sure! Tell you what you wanna hear? No."

"You haven't changed a bit."

You cocked an eyebrow. Changed? Have you met this guy before? Obviously he was someone Joker knew if he wanted to see him so bad. You'd have to dig into this later.

The masked man jabbed the butt of his gun at you. You ducked, raising your own up to his chin. Which he then kicked out of your grasp. He grabbed you by one of your long braids, yanking you back up to your feet.

"You should seriously cut this."

You flung the second braid over his shoulder before pulling it taught. He gasped at the sudden lack of oxygen.

"But it's so useful!"

Red Hood threw his head back, slamming into your face with a headbutt. That mask of his packed a punch. You struggled to stay upright, the world around you blurring in a dizzy smear of color.

He grabbed you by the face, staring at you. Before he could speak you bit into his hand.

"Son of a- are you fucking serious?!"

"Deadly."

"This is getting nowhere."

The man decked you in the face. You fell to the ground with a loud thud. He clambered on top of you, fist raised and ready for another punch. Your nose was bleeding, you could feel it running down your chin. You stared up at him in shock. But he didn't move. Just stared down at you. Again, unreadable with the helmet on.

In an instant smoke enveloped you. This guy had tricks too it seems. By the time it cleared you were left alone on the ground, the henchmen around you either dead or unconscious. You breathed out slowly.

"Joker's not gonna like this."

You scanned the nearby buildings in hopes of catching sight of the vigilante. Only to be met with disappointment.

Red Hood.

You finally found a new playmate.

[accio-victuuri]

040125 LRLG post 💕

Happy Month of April everyone! let’s start this month with some clowning. source for this is over here. this is fanfiction because it’s april fools and the rumor house decided to post a fake fake material 😂😂😂

still translated it tho for archiving purpose!

WYB: "Wear more when you come"

XZ: "Okay, I'll give it to you..."

WYB: "Socks"

WYB: "I will be at work soon and won't see you. Please tell xx."

Staff: "It's a pity you have to go to work today"

WYB: "I'm not at work, I'm picking you up at the airport"

Staff: "If you need me to check your time, I can make today available."

WYB: “That’s not necessary”

Staff: "Love-brain has nothing to do with you"

WYB: “Depending on the situation”

Staff: 😳

Staff 1: "My heart is shaking with excitement"

Staff 2: "Me too"

WYB: "What are you doing 🙄”

Staff 2: You can gather some people to play cards"

Staff 1: "Itchy hands"***

*** meaning:

WYB: "I can't come because I have work to do"

Staff 1: "Is the schedule full if you come?"

WYB: "Yes"

Staff 3: "Then we can take a deck of cards tomorrow"

Staff 3: "No, take four decks"

after this part, there are a lot of members of wyb’s staff that are talking. too many emojis lol. so i will just include what they said.

"You guys are busy tomorrow, why are you still playing cards?"

"Online Fight"

"Then I won't fight with you. Please move aside."

"Tomorrow we have a tight schedule and a lot of material to shoot."

"I'm ready to go up and take some photos."

WYB: “Want to use it until next year?”

Staff: “No way. We are not that kind of employees.”

Other staff:

"I'll be scolded to death"

“Hope tomorrow goes well”

"Definitely"

WYB: "Give me the power bank."

Staff: "Hurry up and play. I won't be in the mood to play with my phone tomorrow."

WYB: "What are you making a fuss about?"

Staff: Do you want to see how you smile now?

WYB: "Why shouldn't I smile when XZ comes?"

Staff: "What are you showing off your affection for?"

WYB: “☺️ Love Brain”

Staff: "I'm willing to admit defeat"

Staff 1: ‘If you don’t know, you might think that xx stole our boss away.’

Staff 2: “They’re here.”

Staff 1: "has finally arrived"

WYB: "Finish xx this afternoon and record it together tomorrow."

Staff 1: "I've sorted it out. I'll send it to xx to confirm it's ok.

WYB: "Thank you for your hard work"

WYB: "What time do you want to shoot? Tell me when the time comes."

next part, two male staff say these next two sentence and i think it may be lele and yanyan.

Staff 1: "I'll go buy some food and put it in the car."

Staff 2: "I don't think you'll be able to eat for a while tomorrow."

WYB: "Thank you for your hard work"

Staff 3: Buy some smaller ones that are easy to put in your pocket

… then WYB goes on to instruct them

"Just take the gift box to the trunk or put it in the back seat."

Last part:

WYB: Why are all of them this monkey?

📹: "It's the conceited monkey. As soon as I heard this music”

WYB: "Yes"

Staff: "You are really happy today

WYB: "I am happy every day"

Staff: no no no, there is still a difference."

WYB: ☺️

Staff: that’s great!

Pay attention to Safety. Have a long and enjoyable weekend!

[sevinagreatergood]

I am on my way to become a teacher. In the Netherlands we have various routes on how to become one. I got my degree at becoming a teacher assistant. Which means I assist the teacher in everything, from handling kids to preparing classes and giving lessons.

My love for Snape comes from that place. Snaters often say I shouldn't give class and such. Well the kids adore me, I get tons of tiny gifts from kids who would say otherwise than the snaters do. I don't get money gifts but I get tiny shiny rocks, stickers, glitter stones, drawings, you name it.

Sure, in my dutch culture, a teacher like Snape wouldn't be socially accepted immediately. But if the school in Netherlands had to choose between Snape, Remus, Minerva and Hagrid? The schools would choose Snape without a doubt.

Matter of fact, my aunt is similar to Snape. Calling kids out for staring a lot, being mean to others, or being slow, you name it. Yet without fail at every Christmas dinner or birthday of hers, a big party is thrown in the school BY the parents of those children because they adore her. Kids adore her too. Like, the school knows about my aunt.

When I told a few kids I was substitute, they asked me why I call their ex-teacher (they were old students from my aunt) an "aunt" so I explained a bit of the family tree. They asked me "don't you find her scary?" So, even though she is scary, she is adored the shit out of.

Now, back to me. At school we don't learn full psychology course on how a child brain works but we are taught for signs. Snape showed plenty of those signs.

- clothing

- picking grass

- avoiding subject/nor vaguely wording it

- defensive

And so on. Now, if I had a child like Snape in my class. Believe me, I would not be ignoring him like many teachers did at their school. My heart breaks for Slytherin students, especially Snape. How can I look at a kid who is bullied for existing, ganged up on, and say "he deserves that because he'll become a racist later"

My ideals go against that. He's a child, he was just a kid, yet he got out better than a Sirius for example. The actual litteral definition of "I'm bullied at home so I will bully someone at school"

Sorry, but so many things would change. I'd seperate Remus and Peter from James and Sirius. To detoxify that group. Put the class clowns up front, Severus could be either up front or 2nd row. But James and Sirius definitely wouldn't go behind Snape. Yet they wouldn't sit next to each other.

Reason I want Remus and Peter away is to give them solidarity. At some point with James and Sirius sitting at front, ignoring them (since they actually only like each other), it would be a wake up call and they would lean onto each other much more. Give them their own confidence, because those two have always been trampled on by the main duo after all. Maybe peter would make wolfsbane for Remus at some point and they'll just ditch Sirius and James because peter hates how Remus is treated and Remus would actually embrace his prefect role when peter got involved. Slowly gaining more of an authortive figure to keep his house in line.

I'd probably put lily and Severus apart too, their relationship was not it. They remind me of the kids that would go cry and tell me "teacher, she's so mean to me, she said fuck you"

"But teacher, she began first, she threw sand on my hair"

"No, that's because you told me I couldn't play with your game!"

"That's because you and Emily were mean to me yesterday!"

"That only happened because you didn't invite me to your party"

"Well you told me you wouldn't invite me to your party next week!"

Like, stop! Stop it! Oh my god! Stop 😭. You're making teacher cry here. Lily and Snape relationship pretty much reminds me of that. It's stacking up resentment until it eventually blew up. I would detoxify that duo by partnering them up with different people. Of course, I wouldn't place lily with James. The kid that thinks girls say no is girls playing hard to get. No, James would need an extra class on the no-no-square.

With other slytherins? As long as I am not Minerva or Albus, pulling gryffindors to the front, I'm good I guess. I want equals in my classroom. I don't have enough information about Slytherins, to describe them well in my post but I either would break them up.

Or have them sit in a checker style, each house surrounded by other house. So yeah. As a teacher to be, I disapprove of how the Hogwarts treated Slytherins, especially snape, friendship dynamics would have altered in my class.

This would be my plan honestly. Hope it isn't too umbridge-y 😂

[dis0rderly-cl0wn-nerd]

Blur The Lines

Ledger!Joker x Fem!Reader

Chapter 1 - Break-In

Work Summary: Y/n is a struggling artist living in Gotham and stuck in an office job that she absolutely hates. Her dull life gets a spark of excitement when the Joker breaks into her apartment. Over time his stay becomes more voluntary and Y/n develops a connection with the clown. In exchange for a place of safety, Joker agrees to give her some tips that will help boost her art career. But eventually, Y/n realizes she may be getting into more than she signed up for.

Chapter Summary: It's a typical boring day at the office for Y/n. She returns home once again to the frustrations of her failing dreams. As she tries to distract herself and make something of yet another unfinished drawing, a certain someone decides to break into her apartment.

Author's Note: So I'm starting a new fic! I'm really excited for this one. I've been thinking of doing a reader insert fic for several months now. My goal here is to write a more in-character or darker Joker than I usually do and a more developed MC instead of just another Mary Sue. She is heavily inspired by me as I'm kinda writing with myself in mind but anyone can read it and place themselves in the story. Idk if there will be any smut or implied smut in here. I'm still not entirely comfortable with writing that yet. So if there is any here's your warning. I'm done yapping now, enjoy the first chapter!

Taglist: @alittlesmartcookie @furisodespirit @lightsabergirl @gothic-aesthetic-gal

If you would like to be added to the taglist please let me know! <3

Next Chapter >

A cool autumn breeze ruffled your hair as you left the office building with a defeated sigh. You began the monotonous trek back home, holding a thick stack of paperwork and other work related crap. Your boss just threw it on you at the last second. The joke was him, you weren’t actually gonna do it.

Nope. He needed to realize you had a life outside of work. A simple one, but still a life. You only carried the stack out with you for appearances. Honestly you could care less if you were fired. It was only a matter of time before you quit anyway. This was not the life you wanted. 

Every day it was the same thing. Wake up early, go to work in an office all day, waste hours of your time, go back home to a shitty apartment, yearn for a better life, go to bed, and repeat the next day. Much to your relief you were off on the weekends. You treasured those days and used them to destress and help yourself feel alive again. It was hard to believe how draining something as simple as an office job could be. 

You often found yourself reminiscing on the old days when you were a little girl growing up in your small town. You lived in a modest house on a lively farm. Your father raised cows and chickens and grew numerous crops. Your mother was a local school teacher. They were loving parents for the most part. They had their evident flaws but what parents didn’t?

You did well in school and you rarely got into trouble. They were difficult to make, but you had a few friends. You adopted many stray cats and took care of them. Your dad let you keep so many because they were good for keeping mice out of the barn. 

Life was plain and honestly quite boring. As a young girl you had big dreams. You longed to move away and start a new life somewhere else. Home would always be home but it would never satisfy you. 

Your escape from it all was art. You had been drawing since you were old enough to pick up a crayon. As you grew older, art became more than just a hobby. When you picked up a pencil or a paintbrush, you felt free. Putting your deepest thoughts and opinions to page was so liberating, especially when a lot of times you couldn’t outwardly express those things. 

Your high school art teacher said you could go places, and you believed him. An art career was something you always wanted. With his encouragement and a few others, you decided to go for it. So after graduating, you spent a few years figuring things out. As a backup plan you went to a community college for a 2 year degree and successfully obtained it. Then with enough money saved up, you moved to Gotham City when you were 21 in hopes of becoming a full time artist.

Your parents thought you were stupid. Your friends laughed at you. They all told you over and over it wouldn’t work out. Maybe they were right. You found out pretty quickly that Gotham’s art scene was super competitive. It was nearly impossible for a nobody from the middle of nowhere like you to get noticed. But you wouldn’t give up. Not yet.

Obviously you needed money to survive and fund your projects. Supplies weren’t always cheap. Hell, it cost money for you to even enter certain art galleries and contests. You also knew that your art career of course wouldn’t take off right away, so you were forced to look for work. 

That’s when you stumbled across an office job in the Downtown area. It paid just enough for you to afford rent and groceries, along with a little extra to set aside for art related things. You mostly answered calls, filled out paperwork, and scheduled things for your boss. You were a receptionist or secretary of some sort. You hoped that you wouldn’t be doing this for very long and your art would gain some traction by now, but no such luck.

You came to Gotham 2 years ago and still nothing changed. You were still stuck in your cramped apartment and dead end job. It was hopeless, but something in you was driving you to keep trying, to prove everyone back home wrong. 

Rounding the last corner, your apartment building came into view. You sighed as you pushed the double doors open and entered the lobby. You passed the front desk where your landlord was reading the paper and waved to him wearily. “Hey, Jimmy.”

“Hey, Y/n. Long day?”

“Yep.”

You dug your keys out of your pocket and unlocked your mail slot after scanning the rows. Nothing but junk mail. You threw it away in a nearby trash can and started towards the stairs with a tired sigh. It wasn’t too long of a walk, but trudging up four flights of stairs everyday was not something you looked forward to. 

Soon you reached the fourth floor and walked down the hall until you reached apartment 405, your humble abode. You unlocked the door and entered with an exhale of relief, discarding the heavy stack of paperwork on the kitchen table. You wouldn’t think anything of it for the rest of the night and it would sit there until the next morning when you had to go back to work.

Flipping on the lights, you moved into your bedroom and changed out of your work clothes into something more comfortable. You picked out your usual sweatshirt and shorts combo and threw it on. Once dressed, you grabbed your sketchbook off of your dresser and returned to the living room. You set the sketchbook down on the couch before going to the kitchen and heating up some water to make Cup Noodles with. It wasn’t the healthiest meal, but it was cheap and good enough for you. If you ever got rich off of your art, you could start eating healthier then.

Cup Noodles in hand, you grabbed your sketching pencils from your art desk and plopped down on the couch to finish up your current ‘work in progress’. You slurped up the noodles as you examined what was already on the page and tried to figure out what to do with it. Something about it just wasn’t looking right.

You grabbed the remote and switched on the TV for background noise. The evening news was on. As you set to work on the drawing, you heard a little bit of what the reporters were saying. The cops were after someone on the run but you didn’t catch who or where. It didn’t surprise you. This was Gotham after all.

You erased what you originally had on the page with a frown. The proportions just looked so off. Maybe your second attempt would be better. You tried to remind yourself that everything in your sketchbook was just practice. Some of it might get put to canvas or inspire a future project and some of it might not. Still, every time something didn’t come together right away you felt like a failure. You’d start to think that maybe you really weren’t good enough and that was why this art career wasn’t working out.

At this point you screwed up the second attempt and moved on to your third. You were growing increasingly annoyed at both the drawing and yourself. Nothing you did was fixing it. With an exasperated sigh, you started erasing yet again.

You paused when you heard a faint tapping on your window. You looked up at the sound, but seeing nothing there, you paid it no mind and continued to erase furiously at the drawing. It ripped at how forceful you were and you nearly screamed in rage. You took a deep breath and crumpled up the paper. The original drawing just wasn’t working. It was best to start over on a new sheet of paper. Even if this was your fourth attempt.

Some more time passed as you got lost in the drawing process and then you heard the noise again. Louder this time. Something hit the window hard and then the glass started to crack. It dawned on you that someone was trying to break in.

You scoffed. Not on your watch.

You turned the TV off, stood up, and crept cautiously towards the window, baseball bat in hand. With the crime rate as high as it was in Gotham, you kept an arsenal of everyday things to defend yourself with and had a plan in mind just in case a situation like this should happen. 

Intending to simply bash the intruder over the head and scare them away, you pried open the window just as a familiar painted face appeared right in front of you. You screamed and fell backwards. 

There was no way. There was no fucking way. 

The figure crawled through the opening and tumbled right into your apartment. Paralyzed with fear, you watched him sit upright in horror. This was no ordinary thug. This was the Joker. The Joker was in your apartment. 

“Sorry, uh, for the scare, darlin'. I’m kinda in a bit of a pinch here.” He said as he stood up and approached you.

You noticed he had a small limp and his clothes were soaked with blood. His hair was sweaty and wild. Very faintly you could hear his erratic breathing. 

“Wh-What do you want?” You asked, backing away from him. 

He seemed to find your reaction amusing. “Just need a place to stay for a bit until I can get the pigs off my back. I’m not gonna hurt ya.”

You were stunned speechless. You could only muster a soft, “You’re injured.”

Joker shrugged. “Yeah. Happens every time. I couldn’t get very far with this leg.”

“So was this apartment building the closest thing to you or…?” You inquired, surprised at your own voice.

“Yep. Nice place ya got here.”

“I-I…I’m not sure how I feel about this.”

“I wasn’t asking you.”

You didn’t like his tone. You took a deep breath and lowered the bat, propping it against the wall. 

“So you just want a place to hide? That’s it?”

“Yep. It’s too risky for me to travel across the city right now. I can’t get to my hideout until the heat dies down.”

“How long are we talking?”

“I don’t really know. At most two weeks.”

“Two weeks?! You can’t just-!” You exclaimed.

Joker threw his hands up. “I said at most.”

“No. You can kindly get the hell out. I won’t call the cops if you just go.”

Joker smirked and advanced towards you slowly, lifting his coat to reveal a hidden pistol. “Orrrr…you can kindly shut up and let me stay here because I’m the man with a gun.”

You froze at the sight of the gun and contemplated what to do, your mind running a mile a minute. Your shoulders slumped as you realized the position you were in. It was best to just go along with what he said.

You sighed, “I don’t really have a choice here, do I?”

When you looked back up, Joker wasn’t there. He lost interest in talking to you and wandered into the kitchen. You stared at the clown in disbelief. The fact that he was being so nonchalant and inviting himself into a stranger’s home baffled you. Man, the nerve of this guy.

You scampered after him and against your better judgement grabbed his arm to confront him. He whipped around to face you, his dark eyes boring into yours.

You gulped. “Shouldn’t we, uh, treat your wounds first?”

Joker lightened his expression. “Mhm. That would be helpful.”

You led him into your bathroom and gestured for him to sit on the toilet. He sat down without a word and stared up at you. You nervously grabbed a first aid kit from your cabinet.

“I don’t have much but I’ll make do with what I can. Where are you hurt?”

Joker rolled up his pants leg and pointed to a deep gash across his calf. It was swollen red and oozing blood. You had to turn your head for a second. When your stomach stopped lurching, you knelt down in front of him while still maintaining a safe distance.

“Anywhere else?”

Joker grinned and pointed towards his left arm. “Just a little graze on my shoulder. They missed me. We should probably focus on the bigger one right now.”

You nodded. “Okay, uh… I guess I should clean it first?”

Joker made no reply and just kept staring at you. You frowned. 

“I don’t know what I’m doing, man. How do you usually do this?”

“You clean it first. That’s kinda obvious, darlin’.” Joker muttered. 

“Oh I’m sorry. I don’t get into police shootouts on a regular basis.” You spat. 

Joker snickered. “Feisty, aren’t ya?” 

You rolled your eyes and got to work. You took an alcohol wipe and disinfected the wound, trying to be gentle because you knew it would probably sting. To your surprise Joker didn’t even flinch. Sensing he wasn’t going to mind, you continued on at a quicker pace and wiped away the blood, patting it dry with a nearby towel. 

Next you grabbed some gauze from the kit and wrapped it around his calf to bandage the gash. You could practically feel Joker staring down at you as you worked. This was crazy. You were treating the Joker’s wounds and letting him stay in your apartment. He did force you, but still, he was an extremely dangerous man to have in your home. Was he going to kill you? Heh, you hated to say it but maybe that was a good thing. He’d put you out of your misery. 

You shook off that thought. No, y/n, that isn’t a good thing. Once you’re dead it’s over. If you stay alive, at least you still have a chance. You didn’t come this far to give up. He’s not going to kill you. You’re going to make sure of it.

Joker’s gruff voice startled you out of your daze. “What’s your name?”

“Y/n.”

“Well y/n, you might not like these circumstances but it’s really helping me out. So, uh, thanks I guess.”

“I’m literally only doing this because you threatened me.” You huffed.

Joker chuckled. “Fair enough.”

“Stay still. I can’t bandage it right if you keep moving.”

You didn’t catch the fiery glimmer of anger flash across Joker’s eyes at being bossed around. Regardless he listened to you and kept his legs still as you cut off the remaining gauze and tied the bandage in place.

“There. Now let’s take care of your shoulder. Can you uh…?” You gestured to his suit.

Joker yanked off his purple coat with a sly smirk. “Tsk. You just met me, y/n. Want my clothes off already?”

You turned beet red. “No! Ugh, that’s not what I meant. Just take off your shirt enough that I can bandage up your shoulder.”

Joker wheezed. “Alright, alright. I’m kidding.”

You didn’t find him one bit funny. Some clown he was. 

Joker finally got his shirt pulled down so you could treat the graze on his shoulder. You repeated the same process as you did for his calf and bandaged it accordingly. Joker fixed his shirt back and left his coat off, draping it over his shoulder.

You put the medical kit back where it belonged and started out the door towards the living room again. Joker stood up from the toilet and followed you, still limping a bit. He sat down on the couch and you sat down at your art desk across the room, unsure of what else to do but sit down. 

Your heart skipped a beat when you realized you left your sketchbook on the couch and it was still open. You hated when someone looked through your sketchbook without asking. It was so embarrassing. Flashbacks to high school replayed in your head. You silently prayed Joker wouldn’t notice, but it was too late. He picked it up and flipped through the pages curiously. Did he not have any understanding of privacy?!

“What’s this?” He asked, examining a page.

“It’s my sketchbook. I’m an artist. Well, sort of…” You answered quietly.

Joker said nothing and continued flipping through the pages.

“Can you not? Please?” You tried not to sound desperate.

Joker stopped and looked up at you as if he sensed your distress. “Why? It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

You walked across the room and shut the book, taking it out of his hands. “I just don’t like people looking through my sketchbook. I don’t know. It’s just personal.”

“Alright then. I, uh, assume art is just a hobby. What do you do for work?”

“I have an office job. I don’t really know what my title is. Receptionist? Secretary? Assistant? Something like that.”

“Oh. Sounds boring.”

“It is. I hate it. I’d rather be more of a professional artist but nobody takes me seriously.”

“Why?”

“Beats me. I guess those rich pricks would rather see a few slathers of paint on a canvas instead of actual art. But hey, I won’t judge the abstract. Some of it is actually meaningful.”

Joker laughed. “Yeah. One time I tried to rob a featured gallery in an art museum and ended up leaving with nothing because everything was just so tasteless. It was said to be worth thousands of dollars but I didn’t waste my time on it. Most of today’s modern ‘art’ is just crap.”

“I mean, it’s not all bad. It’s just so hard to get noticed. The reason that kind of art is so valued is because it’s made by influential rich people who get bored one day and decide to make a painting.”

“Well put.”

You blinked for a second and processed the story he just told you. He described robbing a museum as if it was the most normal thing in the world, like grocery shopping. It brought you back to reality and reminded you who you were in the room with. You held back a shiver.

“Uh, why exactly were you running from the cops?” You asked.

“Well, I just broke out of Arkham last week so I guess they were on high alert. My dumb ass decided to stage another heist because I needed some funds instead of waiting a little longer. Somebody tipped them off that we were going to be there and they showed up right as we tried to leave. Then the chase ensued and that’s when I ended up here.”

You shook your head. This was actually happening. A psycho killer clown was sitting in your living room and telling you about his failed bank heist. Why did it have to be you and not the annoying neighbor who lived right beside you? “I still don’t understand something. Out of the rows of windows, why did you pick mine?”

“It looked like there were no lights on. I thought no one was home.”

“Okay, but why the 4th floor?”

“I dunno. I needed to get up high to see what was going on around me and then I decided the best thing to do right then was to hide in one of the apartments so I just picked a random one.”

You rubbed your temples and took a deep breath. You really had the worst luck ever.

“As much as I’d love to sit and chat, I’ve had a really long day and I need to catch some sleep. So I’ll be in my room.” You announced and started towards your bedroom door.

“Fine by me. You do what you gotta do.”

“I really can’t offer you anywhere to sleep besides the couch.”

“That’s alright. I can sleep pretty much anywhere.”

“Oh. Well, I’m going to bed now. So goodnight, um, what should I call you?”

“J is fine.”

“Goodnight, J.”

“Night, Y/n.”

You entered your room and shut the door, leaning against it once inside. You let out a long shaky breath. This night was just so unbelievable. The Joker was in your living room! And you were still alive! And he saw your sketchbook! You cringed, wanting to simply pass away at that thought. In the scheme of things you guessed it didn’t matter that much but it was still embarrassing.

You went to the bathroom inside your room where you treated Joker’s injuries earlier and brushed your teeth. You put up your hair and turned the light off before walking over to your bed and collapsing onto it. 

You were exhausted but for the first hour you found it so difficult to fall asleep. You were completely paranoid. And who wouldn’t be? All you could think about was the madman on the other side of your door who could kill you with his bare hands. 

Would he do it while you slept? And how would he do it? You shuddered at the possibilities. 

All the worrying and speculation only tired you out further. You stayed awake as long as could until your body finally crashed. You dozed off, all thoughts of Joker fleeting as you entered the comforting embrace of sleep. You could deal with him in the morning. Hopefully.

[gremlin-girly]

Flufftober 25

Prompt: Haunted House

Pairing: Jake Jensen (The Losers 2010) x f!reader

Warnings/tags: violence (brief!), blood/bleeding, I don't wanna give away too much plot haha, Jake being Jake, meet cute (if u really wanna call it that), clowns/zombies etc. mentioned in the haunted house

Summary: Jake begrudgingly takes his niece, Aimee, to the Haunted House at the fairground. Putting on a brave face is a lot harder than it looks when you don't like clowns.

Word count: 1.6k

A/N: I was originally going for a Bucky/Dean fic but when I thought up this scenario I couldn't resist making it Jake. I also couldn't find the name of his niece so we roll with little Aimee - Love, Grem x Dividers by: @/saradika-graphics

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Putting on a brave face for a kid is always hard. Especially when that kid is your niece who fears nothing.

"I want to go in the Haunted House uncle Jake." Aimee huffed tugging at her uncle Jake Jensen's hand. Jake moved sluggishly against her tugging, eyeing the creepy house.

He didn't want to admit that he was scared. He wasn't scared of much but the actors in the oddly realistic make up jumping out at him made his heart rate spike and the colour drain from his face.

But he'd do anything for his niece.

One of the actors, a zombie, growled into his face; to which Aimee giggled and Jake mumbled a very brief excuse me as he inched past awkwardly. Once he was out of the actors way, he shivered. He glanced around at the other actors; there were some ghouls, more zombies and a werewolf. He sighed with relief as he and Aimee stepped into the house.

If there was one thing he hated more than zombies or ghouls it was clowns. And it looked like he had a lucky break.

Working the haunted house had its ups and downs.

The ups were scaring kids and adults (especially those who were trying especially hard to be brave) and the downs were assholes who either hit on you or hit you. It was one thing when it was a kid hitting you out of fear - another when it was a fully grown adult.

You'd managed to avoid two smacks to the face already and thought you must be on a winning streak.

You thought wrong.

You hear the cautious footsteps of the next group enter, and the screeches of terror as your co-workers jump out at the people. You, however, lie in wait until one member of the group was close enough to grab.

Your hand darts out from behind the curtain, pushing it away to reveal your terrifyingly ghoulish clown make up that would make Pennywise jealous.

"Heya, sweet cheeks!" You yell out as the curtain whips around you violently. Your eyes dart up and you realise it's not a child or teen, but a grown man, who looked positively petrified. Before you can even react or move out of his way, he screeches, instinctively throwing a punch and realising halfway through the motion that he should not punch actors in the face. Even though he attempted to withdraw, his fist still connected with a Rudolph-red nose with a comical honk.

"Oof," You doubled over clutching your face. Tears immediately streaming smearing your make up. It took every ounce of self control not to curse - you were still vaguely aware of children being near through the pain. You blink away tears as you straighten, the man before you flapping awkwardly and apologising. You pull your hands away to try and calm him down but for some reason, it only makes him worse.

"Oh my God!" He gasps. "You're bleeding!"

"What? No it's just make up." You give a shaky customer-service smile and a thumbs up, your eyes catching an awfully dark stain on your white gloves.

"Uncle Jake you hurt the clown ghost!" A little girl huffed. She couldn't be older than eight, maybe nine, but she was glaring up at her uncle with her hands on her hips. Something told you this happened often.

"I'm alright sweetie," you reassure her, but her uncle still looks flustered and is still apologising.

"You know they're just actors, right?" The girl continues, ignoring you. You had to admit, she was braver than most adults. Her uncle included. "We're going to get you some ice Miss Clown Ghost," the girl says firmly.

You try and fail to bite back a smile. The girl sighs and shakes her head at her uncle, offering her hand out to you. You raise an eyebrow, but concede when she wiggles her fingertips at you, urging you to take it. Her uncle reaches into his pocket and hands you a glasses-wipe sheepishly for your nose, which you gladly accept as you head to the first aid tent.

"My name's Aimee." She announces and then scowling up at her uncle, looking like a disapproving mother, huffs, "and this is my Uncle Jake."

"Nice to meet you, Aimee." you smile down at her, then offer a smile to Jake, who still seems embarrassed. "And you too. I'm Y/N."

Jake smiles a little back, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly. "You too. I mean, nice to, you know, meet you too."

You too?

You snort at his repetition and then hiss in pain, making him flush redder than your nose. The evening air outside of the haunted house smelt like stale popcorn and cotton candy and there was more screams of joy than terror. Flashing multicoloured lights had you blinking rapidly to adjust - you'd been stuck inside a dimly lit house for about two hours, the assault of colour was making you wonder if you'd gotten a concussion. But when the bright, sterile lights of the first aid tent appear, you breathe a sigh of relief.

One of the attendants ushered the three of you to some chairs, inspecting your face and cleaning some of the blood away, giving Jake an unimpressed side glance. When you asked about ice, you were informed you were out of luck. The coolers had run out of ice already.

"Wait here," Jake says, jumping to his feet. He hurries off outside the tent, leaving you and Aimee together. You both shrug at each other.

"I'm sorry about him," Aimee says apologetically. "He's a bit of a loser. But I love him."

You crack a grin. You wouldn't go so far as to call Jake a loser but you supposed to an 8-year-old who witnessed him screeching that, loser was an apt description.

"It's alright." You shrug. "He's a dork but he seems sweet."

Aimee returns your grin but there's a hint of mischief glinting in her eyes. "He is. He needs a girlfriend, though. A cool one."

"Oh." You blink in surprise. "To... what? Cancel out the dorkiness?"

"Yup." Aimee nods, then smirks over at you swinging her legs from her chair. "You seem cool, Y/N."

"Uh huh," You raise an eyebrow at her, fighting back a giggle. You forgot how blunt kids could be. Aimee had the subtlety of a brick through a window and you couldn't help but admire her for it.

"Hey!" Jake re-appears in the tent, carrying three mixed slushes precariously. "Look what I found."

"Slush?" You and Aimee quiz at the same time.

Jake grins, handing you the first cup. The moment your hands wrap around the cold plastic you shiver, which is replaced by a static wave as Jake's finger brush yours. Your eyes flit up and meet his as he stands awkwardly with the two cups for himself and Aimee

"It's for your face." He says quietly. "It's better than not having anything."

You give him an appreciative smile and mumble your thanks, pressing the icy cup to your face, sighing dreamily at the numbing cold easing the pain in your nose. Jake hands off Aimee's cup to her to which she also thanks him for, before asking if she can go to the next tent over and try some of the fair games.

Jake looks between you and Aimee, clearly torn between watching his niece and ensuring you were okay and you could have sworn you felt your heart swell a little. However, as always, Aimee is the deciding factor.

"You hit her, you should stay with her." Aimee says coolly, indifferent to the flush of embarrassment that cross Jake's face. "I'll come back in ten minutes."

She runs out of the tent before Jake can argue with her and he sighs.

"She's one heck of a kid," You comment thickly from under your cup.

"Yeah." Jake takes a seat next to you, poking the bright blue slush aimlessly. You remove your cup from your nose and take a sip, the copious amounts of cold sugary liquid hydrating your throat.

"You know, they say nobody loves you when you're a clown," you comment looking out into the throngs of fair goers outside the tent over your slush.

"I thought it was everybody loves a clown?" Jake says, watching you over his own cup, taking a careful sip.

"I think I can safely say from my appearance," You circle your face with your index finger, which has tear-streaked lines in your make-up and dark crusted blood around your nose, as well as a big make-up free circle from where you'd been holding your slush. "That not everybody loves a clown."

Jake gives you sheepish smile. "Sorry."

"Stop apologising." You smile at him. "You've already bought me a slush. That's apology enough."

"I just... feel real bad." He groans, shooting you a pleading look. "Please let me do something else to make it up to you?"

You chuckle and ponder his suggestion for a moment. You rake your eyes over him, narrowing your eyes playfully as you study him. Even though he'd punched you in the face - he'd been very apologetic, gotten you to laugh and bought you a slush when there was no ice to be had. You had to also admit that he was pretty easy on the eyes too and Aimee seemed to think you were cool enough for her uncle to date.

"What are you doing tomorrow?" You ask suddenly, trying to sound as cool as you could.

"Um, nothing. I think. Why?"

"You can make it up to me by buying lunch." You say with a nonchalant shrug although you're smirking over your cup at him. Jake's cheeks go rosy and he bites back a boyish smile.

"I think I can do that."

Although he hated clowns, Jake had to admit that you were certainly the prettiest clown he'd ever met. Doubly so when you grinned at him, poking out a blue-stained tongue.

[year2000electronics]

Ford Gleeful when the Book of Will comes out: Chat.....do I still have a chance or is it cooked...?

Stan with minimum critical thinking: He literally wants all of us dead

(This is a very unsubtle way to say I'd like to hear more about Stanley and the Stan twins in your version of Reverse Falls)

HEHEHEE. GOOD BIT

so ive thought a lot about what stan is like in reverse falls, because he's always been kinda hard to swap. see, i dont think anyone wants to make him 1-1 swap with bud gleeful, clearly, even i dont really, and i like bud gleeful more than most people (hes so funny. why does he have that clown painting in his house.) but you also run the risk of having a "swapped" stan not really have anything swapped at all.

so i guess if i had to put my stan into perspective a little bit, my main philosophy around him is that canon stan is a man who we, the audience, are tricked into thinking is just your basic "jerk with a heart of gold" and "gruff old person who learns to be nice again because of kids" trope, when in actuality, stan's always been a deeply caring person who's sacrificing EVERYTHING for his family- he doesnt need to learn how to love the kids! he already knows!!

so for me, reverse stan would probably be outwardly very affectionate to the gleeful kids, and REALLY push home the 'grunkle stan and his lovely twins who he adopted after their parents were out of the picture' imagery, when in reality, he cant really connect with them very well and sees him taking care of them as a bit of a chore. and same thing with ford! the reason he's working to get ford back from the portal is so ford can finally "owe him one", and for stan to maybe be the one with all the power in their relationship. unfortunately though ford comes back and is ungrateful lol. stan did not like that

and so by the end of weirdmageddon, he learns to love the kids as HIS kids and he and ford cautiously agree to start over again as brothers, in addition to the whole "stop being evil" thing

[echoingbirdsofprey]

Lightning On My Lips (Every Time You Kiss Me)

15 - Don't Wanna Wind Up Missin' You

Pairing: Tyler Owens x OFC Georgia Tennley

Rating: Explicit (MDNI!)

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy and heavy emotions for both Ty and Gee

A/N: The puppies!!!!!

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The hum of the diesel engine was a welcome sound as Tyler, Georgia, and Boone drove toward his home in Arkansas. He was going to drop Boone off in Little Rock where, with the paycheck Tyler provided him for the season, the ex-rodeo-clown was going to buy himself a truck. That truck was going to get turned into something similar to Tyler’s for next season so over the off-season they had a lot of work to do. 

And Tyler had a conversation he had to have with Georgia. He waited until he knew Boone was fast asleep. Luckily, and unluckily, Boone was the heaviest sleeper Tyler had ever met. On the seat next to him, were the three puppies, Grits, Waffles, and Pancake, all curled together, soaking in the warmth from Boone's sleeping form. Tyler reached over the center console for Georgia’s hand.

“Hey.” He said softly, gaining her attention. She took his hand and squeezed, smiling wide. He brought her hand up to his lips, softly brushing over the back. His tone was low so as not to wake the puppies more so than Boone. “I'm gonna talk to your momma about the house.”

“Okay.” Georgia said flatly and Tyler raised a brow.

“Just okay?” He asked and Georgia’s stare turned hard.

“I just don't want to piss Emmaleigh off anymore than she already is...” She said and he intertwined his fingers in between hers and squeezed reassuringly. 

“You don't worry about that. I'll go to war, figuratively of course, to get what I need to provide for you and my...sorry...our kid.” He murmured and Georgia felt tears well for a second. 

“I just don't wanna lose her too...” She said and Tyler understood what she meant.

“If your sister doesn't want to be involved with you because you took the house off her hands that she didn't want in the first place so that she could get exactly what she wants...she's not gonna be supportive of anything else that you and I do. How do you think she's gonna react to you bein’ pregnant? Especially since it's my kid? You know she hates me anyway. So make it be all my fault. I'm okay with that.” Tyler explained and Georgia stayed quiet for a few moments while she digested his thoughts. He made a good point. Emmaleigh never liked Tyler, so she certainly wouldn't be happy to hear that he was having a kid with her sister, let alone anything to do with the house. And he was right about the house. Eleanor, their mother was constantly texting Georgia saying, ‘guess what your sister is complaining about today’ and rattling off issues about the house. She was definitely getting tired of it, and she wished her mother were still in state. 

“Y’know, Ty, every time you’re around, nothin’ can be normal. I mean...in a little over two weeks, we got back together, I’m probably pregnant, you just bought three puppies, Boone is basically living with us at the moment, we’re driving to fuckin’ Arkansas, after we just survived a giant fuckin’ tornado, and fixed your truck in less than a day and...jesus...” Georgia rattled off everything that had happened and Tyler just chuckled. He could tell she wasn't complaining because she had a huge grin on her face as she said everything and she laughed at the end of the list.

“No, no, no, not ‘normal’. The word you’re lookin’ for is ‘boring’. Boring is not a problem for me. Ever. And...” Tyler’s smirk was wide as Georgia interrupted him. 

“Oh and you asked me to marry you too. That was the most unexpected part of all of this. Like, the tornado wasn’t even that wild.” She said with a smile.

“I did that, yes...wait, did you think I was just gonna getcha pregnant and not put a ring on your finger? You should know by now I ain’t that kinda guy, Gee.” Tyler mused as he kissed her hand again, this time taking his eyes off the road fully and looking at her through lascivious sage orbs.

“No, I just wasn’t expecting you to ask so soon, I guess.” She shrank in her seat a little under his gaze, feeling like she needed to hide from the intensity of his stare, but not out of fear. It was out of arousal. She felt a fire stoked low in her belly and that was a first for her. Sure, she’d been horny before, but this felt different, Something she couldn’t quite describe. He grinned, seeing her squeeze her thighs together, and the road drew his gaze where it should be.

“So soon? C’mon, we’ve known each other for so long.” He said and Georgia straightened up, leaning closer to him over the center console. Her eyes flicked to the back seat, noticing one of the puppies shifting position to get more comfortable. Boone was still very much down for the count.

“Tyler we really haven’t.” She said, tilting her head, her gaze piercing, but he was largely unfazed. 

“Look, Gee, what we had before, it all just felt right and now we’re back together and it just feels like that again. At least to me, it does.” His voice became unsteady. His breath quickened, panic filling his chest. She thought for a moment and then responded.

“This doesn’t feel like that to me, Tyler.” She said and he glanced over, a solemn expression, before she spoke again. “This is so much better.”

Tyler smiled and his expression softened. He wanted to stop the truck and jump over the center console and make out with her, but they weren’t too far from Little Rock, where they’d be dropping Boone off so he had to reel in his feelings for a little while longer. 

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When they arrived in Little Rock, Tyler had to shake Boone and let the puppies crawl on him to get him to wake up. He awoke to puppy kisses and Tyler yelling, “Boone getchur ass outta my truck!” Boone yawned and stretched, then hopped out of the truck. Tyler helped the puppies down so that they could go to the bathroom before they headed back out on the road. They’d stopped at a gas station with a restaurant so Georgia headed to the bathroom as well. She hugged Boone before she did that and let him and Tyler say their goodbyes as well. Their plan was to have Boone meet them back in Stillwater at Georgia’s house. They had to be there in about a week to take care of her horses while her sister headed out to a horse show. 

When Georgia exited the bathroom, she took a quick stroll through the gas station shelves and noticed a couple of pregnancy tests. She thought about grabbing one, but she decided not to. She wanted to know of course, but she also didn’t want to know at the same time. She knew Tyler wanted this to happen more than anything, but Georgia was still feeling like she was in limbo. It felt like she was waiting for something to happen to give her a greater purpose. She felt empty since leaving the rodeo circuit and while the thrill of chasing a tornado down a back road was exciting, it just hadn't hit the spot like rodeo had. Then again, she had an empty feeling inside her chest since she left Tyler, so maybe it wasn’t even the rodeo. Maybe it was Tyler. It didn’t matter what that greater purpose was though, as long as she was with Tyler while trying to achieve it.

Once they were all settled back in the truck, Georgia felt sleepy. She didn’t understand why, as soon as she got in his truck, she could just fall asleep so easily. Maybe it was how comfortable the bucket leather seats were, or maybe it was the smell of his cologne that always lingered faintly in the cab, or maybe it was the low rumble of the Cummins diesel as he drove. Maybe it was the way he drove, so steady and calm, but only when he wasn’t chasing a tornado. Whatever the reason, Tyler noticed and he reached over to place a hand on her thighs and rub for a few moments before speaking. 

“Hey, there's one more stop I wanna make before we get to my parents' house, if that's okay?” His voice was low and quiet and Georgia nodded, then drifted off to a dreamless sleep once again. She awoke easily when she felt the truck roll to a stop. She opened her eyes and gazed out over a beautiful view of the setting sun. Tyler had stepped out and come around to her side and opened the door. “C'mon, wanna show you somethin’.”

Georgia took his hand and he helped her out of the truck. He kept a hold of her hand and led her a few minutes of a walk to a spot overlooking a river and a wide expanse of trees. He'd locked the truck with the still sleeping pups inside.

“Over to the west is where my parents live, to the east a ways is where Jake and I used to go muddin’ and do other stupid shit with our trucks as teenagers, and then right about through the middle here leads directly to the center of my hometown. We're standing on Dardanelle Rock right now and there's an old Native American story about a Cherokee by the name of Dardanelle, who waited for his lover, a Choctaw woman named Leonietta. They were gonna meet and run away together but when she didn't show after he waited for days, he figured she wasn't comin’ so instead of live another day without her, he jumped to his death. So the rock was named after him.” Tyler explained and Georgia’s brows furrowed as he took her hands in his.

‘That's sad.” She said and he nodded, as he gazed down into her pretty blue eyes. "It's always been a spot for lovers to meet though." She held his stare as he took her waist in one hand and one of her hands in his other. She placed her other hand on his bicep and he pulled her close. He paused for a moment, reaching for his phone. He pressed play and put it in his back pocket, turning the volume up just enough so they could hear the beginning guitar chords to “Wind Up Missin’ You” by Tucker Wetmore. Tyler took the lead and guided her into a steady rhythm as the words flowed through his phone speaker and over the soft rustle of the leaves that were just beginning to get some color other than green.

I know I might look like another ballcap on a barstool underneath a PBR light, saying everything under the moon to get you in my arms tonight. 

Georgia’s eyes locked on Tyler's, and she tilted her head with an easy smile as she allowed him to set the pace. This was one of her favorite things about Tyler. Sometimes, when he didn't feel like using his words, he would just pull her into his arms and dance, always taking the initiative. 

You probably heard it all a thousand times but it ain't what it looks like. Girl let me tell you what it looks like. 

Tyler never had a problem articulating what he was feeling, except in the case of Georgia. The words would get stuck in his throat and he couldn't bring himself to say exactly what he was feeling because it would turn into a five minute monologue. He could pour his heart out for her and it still never felt like he could express exactly how much he loved her.

And you look like waves on a sunset, and you can crash on me all night, and you look like wine on a truck bed, and a little what I'm doin’ for the rest of my life.

He could bare his soul and that still wouldn't express his feelings in those moments, when he felt so much love pass between them. He placed her hand across his heart, his much larger one covering hers, and touched his forehead to hers as he continued swaying back and forth, letting the song say everything for him. 

You look like I'm done lookin’, but girl the hard truth is, if this night don't turn into two, you look like I'm gonna wind up missin’ you.

In those moments, Georgia knew to listen, to let the words and the music soak in. To let it wash over her and try to absorb what Tyler was trying to show her.

I've gotta tell you baby, I've been the kinda boy your daddy never wanted you to go and fall in love with. The kind of boys you're probably done with their dumb shit, yeah.

Georgia felt tears sting her eyes at the thought of her father, and how Tyler would never get to meet him. Sure, maybe Tyler was a bit of a bad boy, but Georgia felt like that line might be wrong. Tyler was exactly the type of man her father would've wanted her to be with.

I bet you've heard the stories, can't say I'm proud of that, but I've turned the page on the old me and now I ain't lookin’ back cause

Tyler noticed a tear roll down her cheek and he reached up to wipe it away before stopping their little dance. He leaned down and kissed her as the chorus flowed to their ears again. 

You look like waves on a sunset and you can crash on me all night, and you look like wine on a truck bed, and little what I'm doin’ for the rest of my life. 

When they parted, the sage green of Tyler's eyes had softened to catch her brilliant blue in the fading sunlight. She placed her head against his chest and listened to his heart beat, and he sang along softly. Another thing she loved about him was when he sang to her, because he thought he was a bad singer when he actually wasn't.

You look like I'm done lookin’ but girl the hard truth is, is this night don't turn into two, you look like I'm gonna wind up missin’ you.

She felt the words rumble in his chest as he spoke, one of the most comforting feelings in the world that she'd never get enough of. 

“I know nothin’ is guaranteed, and I know that what we've been through so far has been fuckin’ insane, but if you can make me one promise, Gee, no matter how hard things get...don't ever leave me again...’cause I don't ever wanna miss you again. I don't ever wanna be on this earth without you again. I can handle a lot, but that's the one damn thing I just can't handle. I can't ever miss you again.” Tyler explained and Georgia heard unsteadiness in his voice. She heard the cracking of his composure. She heard the brave and unshakeable Tyler Owens, rattled to his core with the thought of her ever leaving again and that was when it really hit Georgia what she had done. Of course he had forgiven her because that's the kind of man he was, but in that moment Georgia vowed she would do whatever she could to love Tyler and never leave him, ever again. She'd built a fear in him and it was her job, no one else's, to rebuild trust. Like a naughty colt who'd had a difficult go of things, Georgia still had to convince him that everything would be okay. 

“I don't ever wanna miss you again either, Ty. I feel too empty without you...too incomplete.” She whimpered, moving to touch her lips to his. “I swear to God, Tyler Owens, I can't ever be without you again either.”

[tokischaaaaa]

let me in 🌊

!xxxtentacion x !latina reader

warning! : fluff, cursing, weed, drowning, vomit

word count!: 2k

y/n —-> orange

jahseh —-> blue

jahseh was getting ready to go to bed, but then he got a buzz on his phone, it was y/n.

yo you awake?

yes but i’m abt to go to sleep

boo hoo, come with me to the beach

y/n recently found a place to stay right next to the beach, it was a motel but she mad it work. her new location of recidence allowed her to be more connected to the ocean and take reside in.

it took jahseh a few moments before replying, he wanted to make sure that he wouldn’t get caught and had a plan to get back, since he was put into his grandmas house for the time being until he could get his life together.

ok sure

YAYAYA! i’ll bring my speaker u bring the za pls pooki

bruh fine but stop calling me that dumb shit

okay pooki wtv u say 💋

jahseh sighed and put his phone down, he grabbed the nearest shirt to him and threw it on. he went to his cabinet and grabbed some already rolled up blunts.

he sneaked downstairs and opened the front door and hopped on his bike and started his route to y/n’s.

meanwhile y/n was getting ready, grabbing her speaker and her keys, but she was stopped once she got the notification that there would be some rain that was expected to come in 30 minutes

“shit,’ she hissed rubbing her forehead.

‘let’s hope it isn’t that hard and won’t ruin our night,’ y/n whispered to herself.

however this night was odd to her, since she loved going out at night and doing the simplest things , however jahseh was more kept to himself and almost never cracked jokes.

in their friend group jahseh was quiet but everyone else was aware that he had something special. y/n on the other hand was known to be the clown of the group, always to crack jokes or make someone spit water out of their mouth due to her clownery.

y/n was just so surprised that jah said yes, they hardly hung out alone but a few weeks ago they both spotted each other at a party. they both didn’t want to be there, but were forced to stay. y/n mustered up her courage and asked him to take a smoke break outside with her. he nodded and they sat in silence until jah said, “thanks,”

y/n replied with a simple

“you’re welcome.”

and there a odd yet interesting friendship sparked between the two of them. y/n couldn’t lie and say she wasn’t attracted to the quiet boy, his eyes were so haunting but that just provoked y/n to learn more about him.

yo i’m here, wya?

coming down, meet outside the lobby

jahseh put his phone back in his pocket and waited for y/n. as he waited he took one of the joints out and lit it, then took a deep inhale of the joint. he blinked a few times to adjust to the new feeling the weed gave him. when we was high he would become more relaxed and less uptight and a little more out of his shell.

“might as well catch up with y/n’s energy,” he chuckled.

“what about y/n?” she said appearing in front of jahseh.

“na that I already took a hit because you always got mad energy whenever wherever you go.” jahseh said pointing at her speaker.

“touche, but like if there ain’t no y/n ain’t no party.” she giggled.

“yeah right,” jahseh said rolling his eyes.

“whatever boy, let’s go.” y/n said as she turned on her speaker and connected it to her phone.

y/n assumed jahseh was walking at the same pace as her but as she turned around she saw jahseh staring at her ass.

“jahseh!” she groaned approaching him lightly grabbing his ear.

“owww, mamas please i didn’t mean to it was the weed.” he cried.

“yeah right, keep walking.” she sighed.

to be fair, y/n had on a black sports bra and black shorts, though they weren’t a lot they were enough to protect her from the flordia humidity especially at this hour.

as jahseh caught up to y/n he couldn’t help but wrap one of his arms around y/n as a lead to keep him from tripping or falling behind.

y/n was taken aback from this action but then remembered jah was high and the last thing she wanted was for him to have a bad trip and something bad happen.

as they were walking, not in silence since y/n already started playing music, y/n moved jah’s arm to her shoulder to be draped.

jah on the other hand was feeling a little devious and decided to play with the strap of y/n’s bra strap.

“jah wait till we get situated at the beach,” y/n whined, she tried to keep her act up of acting like she was not screaming inside. inside she was CRUSHINGGG hard, she knew jah was flirty since he definitely had a record of being a player but this part of jahseh she’d never heard of or seen.

“okay mamas,” he said as he slapped y/n’s ass.

that was the turn off for y/n, he was getting wayyyy too comfortable.

“jahseh! no, you gotta get it together, you’re acting like your white girl wasted right now!” y/n screamed slapping jahseh’s chest.

jah blinked a few times before he could register what had happened,

“shit y/n, i’m sorry, im overdoing the weed. it’s just i’m tired of being so uptight.”

y/n decided to stay quiet and hear what was on jahseh’s mind which led him to slap her ass.

“it’s just, since that night of the party there was something up. like you saw me being in my head, and you brought me out of there. i know i do a lot of small talk and i know it can get annoying. but you still decided to hang out with me. i didn’t ask, and i don’t know if i gave any signs to a second time to hang out, but you took the initiative.”

“jah what are you trying to say?”

“i’ve never met someone like you y/n, i wanna stick by you and learn about you, everyone in my life have either been mad negative or just plain jane’s. you’re different.”

“jahseh spit it out.”

jahseh then litterly spit out something in his throat

“jahseh, wtf not litterly.” y/n groaned.

“i like you y/n.” jahseh screamed as he then ran into the ocean.

y/n dropped the speaker on the sand and the towels she had in her hands and jumped to grab jahseh.

as she ran to jahseh he already was in the water and basically drowning.

“shit jahseh!” y/n yelled getting a hold of him by the shoulder. as y/n pulled him to the sand he wasn’t moving, she slapped his face and began to do cpr. as she went to do mouth to mouth to him she backed up and saw his eyes open. he then turned to the side and hurled.

“let it out, it’s okay.” y/n said patting his back.

“oh my fucking god, what just happened y/n.” jahseh said between burps.

“you told me you liked me, jumped in the water then drowned.” y/n said with a weak smile.

“oh,” jahseh said rubbing his head.

“yeah, i think we can do beach another day maybe when you don’t abuse tf out of the blunt.” y/n chirped flicking jah’s neck.

“ow y/n!”

“what do you mean beach another day?” jah asked.

“you’re too fucked, and i can’t deal with rescuing you again.”

“but i don’t wanna go yet.”

“wanna head back to my room?” y/n proposed

“yes!” jahseh yelled

“jah you are like actually a crazy high.” y/n laughed.

“so, you seem to like it, you’re laughing.” jahseh said in a dorky voice.

she smiled then grabbed his hand and led him to her room, she hoped that he forgot he confessed his feelings to her. she couldn’t tell if he was serious and knew that he wouldn’t say this sober she she rather not push it.

“y/n, your quiet.” jahseh said

“yeah, just focused on getting you upstairs.” y/n said scanning her card to unlock the elevator.

“yea right. you’re just speechless cuz i’m so handsome.” jahseh said, and as y/n looked at him he struck a pose.

“im just so in awe by you jahseh.” y/n said rolling her eyes.

“i knew it! now give me a kiss!” jahseh said puckering out his lips.

y/n put her hand on his lips and took his hand and led him to her room.

“jah sit on the bed, ima see if i have some water for you.” y/n said looking unfer her bed.

as she looked up with a bottle in her hand she saw jahseh looking at her with his dark eyes.

“you never said anything after i told you i liked you.” jahseh said in a dark tone.

y/n was frozen, “umm, because you ran into the ocean.”

“yea but you didn’t do anything.”

“jahseh why are you bringing this up?”

“because i like you y/n, let me in. i know im a quiet but trust me ill open up to you, i need you, don’t you get that?” jahseh asked with his glass eyes.

y/n rose from the floor and sat next to jahseh on the bed, “jah i would but im scared, you have a history of playing games.”

“yeah that’s the past though, i promise you y/n. i’ll do anything. mamas i will buy you roses everyday, i’ll do anything.” jahseh said leaving kisses on y/n’s neck as he begged for her to let him in.

“i dunno jahseh,” she moaned as his kisses got deeper.

“you do know.” jahseh in a deep tone, pressing his lips onto y/n’s. she fell back onto the bed and so did jahseh, their lips still connected to each other. as jahseh expected she didn’t stop kissing him, he put his arms around her body, giving a quick squeeze to her ass.

“jah, enough with my ass.” y/n hissed as she started kissing on his neck.

“you know i love that culo tho mami,” he smiled.

y/n lightly blushed, hoping jah couldn’t tell but he did.

“you know you love it when i touch it too, ain’t no body do it like me mamas.” he said into the crook of her neck.

his hot breath made y/n’s throat close up. she put her hands behind jah’s neck and played with the back of his head, pulling it closer to her face.

“jah don’t fuck this up.” she said as a tear escaped her eye.

jah looked at her and cooed, “oh y/n, i won’t i promise you, you’re a rare one, very rare. i’ll never hurt you, just praise you ma.” he said wrapping his arms around her waist.

as they held each other closely, y/n felt jahseh put his chin on her head.

“jah, i want you to be yourself without the weed tho.” y/n admitted.

“i know ma, i will i just needed it this time to get out of my pussyness.” jah said playing with a strand of y/n’s hair.

“okay baby,” y/n said looking at jah now, looking deep into his narrow eyes.

“why you look at me like that ma?” jah asked getting closer to y/n’s eyes.

“because you’re so handsome.” y/n smiled.

“i know,” jahseh smiled then put his free hand on his hip.

“boy bye,” y/n said getting up trying to get some water.

“where you going ma?” jahseh whined as he grabbed y/n’s waist and pulled her back to the bed.

“no where now.” y/n smiled giving jahseh a kiss on his nose.

“that’s what i thought.” jahseh grinned with the face of success.

“i’m glad you let me in ma,”

“me too jah.”

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Libra moon s. 🦋👗♎️🌝😍

The libra moon with the mother may be quite complicated because we have to look at the balance aspect of Libra or anyone who’s got their moon in the seventh house. Hello hello how are you? I’ so your mother may have been quite diplomatic. Also she might have had a obsession with relationships, and you might of felt that she put the relationship before you and a lot of the time I’ve noticed with Libra moons this has happened ,and then the behaviour rubs off on them, where the people who should mean more to them, mean, just the same as people they barely know this is why I struggle with labra energy a lot all the time myself, but I wonder how you guys feel in that skin your mum might have worked in law. She might’ve been a lawyer she might’ve worked in the beauty industry. She might’ve had to compromise a lot for love and relationships from her and you learned a lot about compromise she avoided conflict so you had a lot of energy in your house, where what you wanted wasn’t vocalised because nobody like put it out there and it must’ve been really difficult for you as a child to process those emotions ,. On the darker end of the spectrum, the Libra moon, mother may have put an emphasis on beauty and appearances and aesthetics on you, which may have been really hard for you, if you’re not that kind of type of energy, especially if there’s a square aspect, or an opposition aspect in one of the charts to each other . I have most of the people in my life are libra moons.and they have had this where their parents it’s all been about the relationship and the child is almost secondary to that toxic relationship. People don’t think you’re that deep, but you hide it all, because that was what you were taught to do being brought up by a melancholy passive parent . So you put an emphasis on your hobbies and your beauty, whether you’re being a boy or a girl or was your escape where you ruled by Venus or with your escape whether it be boys kinds of art which is like sports racing fishing, hunting guns, and as for girls, I’m not saying girls can’t be into that. It could’ve been building wardrobes or building outfits or building making pictures or renovations and stuff and that is their way to deal with the emotion overwhelming motion, they felt.lack emotions , indecision boundaries with you, so you went onto do things yourself a lot of the time and a lot of the time you raised yourself to your highest standard because you didn’t believe that your mother had that before you, she had too much of a highest standard for you, so you have it is passed on to you, on the light of end of the spectrum, she could’ve really wanted you to have a very good relationship life and wanted you to be settled in that way. She believed that relationships were a cause for things being great all the time when they’re so much more life than just love relationships and even friendship relationships, it could’ve been a constant balance between you, your father, and possibly even a step parent lot of the time I’ve seen it being a step parent and other times I’ve seen it being a long-term marriage to get what you need out of life. You need to express this to your parents, even though it may seem too late, but that’s not how it is. I get with family, that that’s a really hard thing to do, but you need to find a way of dealing with it through relationships and make you happy but also being okay with time alone and doing literally nothing.

The thing I have noticed with libra moons and something they might want to work on to make themselves feel better is you definitely bought things up and keep things close to your heart because we’re always seeing what we were learning so much from so young so like the age of six you’re taking so much And because your man is in labour which will relationships a partnership. Sometimes a partnership can be very toxic as partnership can be really tidy and everything you ever dreamed of.

You playing the clown for everyone and cheering up maybe that’s because you wanted that done to you you wanted to make the atmosphere less intense do it in your daily life but just remember it’s not your childhood anymore and this these things that you say and is dying always necessarily gonna come true. It’s where you tunnel your energy to on the darker side people can feel like you’re not coming off as sincere and all the nice scale. It’s not ,Nice boy is an act when it’s just one of your coping skills, like some people get verbal diarrhoea. Some people can’t talk and they will shake so we’re all different and we rbeautiful for all being different in these ways, just learn to love yourself when the silence stops when the laughter stops it’s okay and it’s okay to have them so silences on the other hand going to the other side of that don’t do the opposite way you hold it in too long with people and don’t, let them into your heart, especially when it’s someone you really are in love with that is when it. ’s hard for you to let somebody in always is crazy with that libra energy.

Celebrity examples

Kristen Stewart, Amber Heard ,Ariana grande , kate winslet, meghan market,Emma stone. Adrian Lima ,Alicia keys Alexa Demi , Fergie, George bush , Bill Clinton, Joseph Starlin, Evian Peters , Lily Allen,Walt Disney , Dylan and Cole spores .

Scorpio moons🌚😈🫤♏️🥀🦂

 And here we are now with the Scorpio moon, the intensity is fault beneath the surface, and from the energy they feel at themselves, so they feel like the energy energy is coming off them when it may not be, particularly like we said things can be interpreted in many different ways .

Say Scorpio, is it in detriment when it is in the moon in Scorpio, meaning that it doesn’t necessarily comfy in this moonshine it doesn’t feel safe. It doesn’t feel secure and in life that everything Scorpio craves. Scorpio men may often feel like they are innocent the crisis, whether it be externally or internally, but is a constant struggles to balance out this feeling of feeling they need to be in control of everything, or having a power struggles, a lot of them have had to transform and learn the debts of the truth and the hardest ways and things you can never even imagine people going through so, when it comes to the relationship with the mother is also another intensity for them, country to popular believe they haven’t all grown up in broken or battered homes. Yes, they may have grown up in a house that might seem like a prison system emotionally, another common Scorpio main child is feeling like they are an outside for the family and a joke or spell has been put up on them, two different types of Scorpio men when it comes to their mother one you could’ve been extremely close to your mother. Your mother may have gone to high heaven and asked to move things that were difficult for you and example it’s school you may have really felt like you struggled with a certain subject, so your mum would’ve gone beyond and above to help you with that to the point where she might’ve done it for you, so you didn’t grow up in that way emotionally, oh, they could’ve grown up with a mother who had diction problems, depression, and mental health issues as a whole, an abusive father. They may have felt an advocate too, so they had to protect my mum. See Scorpio is all about protection and we both grow and secure security and faithful they have frightened it. Anyway they may sting you with that tail. They may give you a bucket load of abuse to protect that own back.

But anyone who is Scorpio dominant Mars dominant or Pluto dominant they going to sell this in life that why aren’t people as connected to them as I am to them why don’t they do as much as I do why do they not feel as intense as I do for them and why am I the one who’s always going to be in heaven and asked for them?  answer. I tell you what a lot of people feel very intimidated or even scared of you so you’re coming across as being powerful protective or what you see as being really dedicated to that person never is controlling and may want to get away from me as fast as possible, so people want to know what Pluto is on about and what it means they’re not allowed to scale because we’re just about to come into change into Aquarius . this is when family many things in history generational things I’ve been massive part of that with the Plutonian energy. If you are a plutonium person people physically want to get away from you a lot of the time they may see you as stalking,sneaky jealous, obsessive, controlling, coming back to the mother again this also might mean that you had a mother who is like this who controlled you who lied to you who didn’t tell you the truth about things when they should’ve kept them things maybe still for this day.

Your mother could’ve had this very isolating energy herself. She could’ve been a loner. She probably had a lot of trauma while the time she was pregnant or gave birth you and even your early childhood., that Scorpio energy that she put into her child, she could’ve been very overpowering with you, and controlled things are out of your control as a child and the other hand, she could’ve been overbearing you could’ve been hold onto the hold onto the apron string for too long and be overly attached to her because you never learnt how to stand on your own and feel safe enough to do it. No doubt there is secrets in the family.

As I said before I said Scorpio can literally or repel people away from them, they can also bring in some of the strangest people with big problems into their life. People who were going to do the exact same traits to go above secretive lie about them. Even catch STI infection. be close to infectious people. Sometimes you’re sick of having to learn these lessons about things and people you just wanna have a chill life boy do you have staying power and when you get passionate about something you really go for it, you can have passion about something that people don’t even concentrate on because a lot of the times you see details and picture like land so much about one thing I’m really put your all and love into it, you don’t believe in half past love is love is gonna come to you want it to be an intoxicating desirable and addictive, if it’s not like that it’s not worth it here this is why you have attracted or had these relationships in your life, and if it goes there being like that with your mother, and how are you to learn to be such a different way you learn this by stepping into stepping into the light and seeing a tree character, people can see the positive side of you by showing that colour isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Even jealousy, show them that you’re passionate about things and that you’re clever and that you learn subject your best ability and loyalty that remains so strong even the smallest insult to make you feel really slighted. 

And the Scorpio made myself I just noticed another quality that we have, we either have loads of sex or no sex, we have either lays of money no money either have loads of drugs, load of clothes, laser, possession, load of food, loads of friends or the other side, no friends, no possessions, no sex, no drugs no rock ‘n’ roll no music no talking

Celeb examples

Jennifer Lopez, Lisa Kudrow, Margot Robbie, Alex Turner, Snoop dogg ,Bruce Lee , bob Marley ,milaa kunis,Beyoncé , lady gaga, miles Cyrus , the weeknd,kylie Jenner,will smith and liz Taylor

Moon in Sagittarius💫😎♐️🐎🐴🎲

Well we finally got there with the Sagittarius moon. It took me awhile. This is what we know from Sagittarius is a freedom loving sign may be a bit of a rebel tea maybe also a bit of a loner you can be many things at once like they say in Shrek, he says he’s like an onion and as many layers to an onion, and here’s one another mutable sign that may be like that.

Relationship with the mother with Sagittarius moon, depending on the mother, of course as well your mother put out that you could do anything you wanted be courageous. Be adventurous get out there have hopes and dreams learn to be optimistic and positive from your mother and learning experiences of different cultures, different ways of life, even if you didn’t do that always, she did that a lot and it’s funny how we can have mum who has multiple other children, but this really reflects on your relationship with your mother, even if you were all raised in a similar way, because we’re all going to have periods, all of our life, where we’re going through different phases, maybe you were the middle child and your mum decided let’s pack off and move to a different country, or maybe even two ages different area from where you live before where you experience a lot of different behaviours and culture, changes and city changes to country or vice versa. We have to remember that Jupiter And Sagittarius rule, travel, safety, your emotional needs, packing up and going away somewhere. Maybe what you find very comforting for your emotional needs your emotional needs maybe travelling, experiencing different cultures and languages foods, experiencing different types of social dynamics, social, setting social groups the mother was probably very freedom, loving and adventure herself And people may have seen her is a bit of a drifter, one of these dark characters that is here from time to time, and then shows up again. There’s nothing necessarily bad with that

On the other end of the spectrum of the Sagittarius moon and the mother, your mother could’ve loved it, freedom to the point of she might have abandoned you to feel her own social needs and freedom being met, or she could’ve had other children and this aspect of the fun that you had together may have changed, so you may have Harboured a lot of anger over that because you and her had that special relationship of travel and now somebody else is coming along and your mum is gone through another phase in her life.

Your mum could’ve been a gypsy traveller, you may come from a mixed race background or any other religious or race, ethnicity background, she could’ve been part of a church group, or she could be part of the east and London culture, but there’s definitely something there to do with religions or race so if you’re from North London it could’ve been a Jewish community that you were in.

I’ve noticed with Sagittarius moons, they have very good wet and sense of humour. They don’t hold onto things for too long, although it doesn’t seem that way, they definitely keep themselves well together and well spoken and not too messy but don’t be fooled they’re still a Jupiter world sign And Sagittarius, you know how Sagittarius likes to have a bit of fun let’s say there is rising too and they have moon in the house they might be more rebellious because they’re ruling planet will be Jupiter, I have a cousin who has a Sagittarius moon, and she’s known as like a posh kind of single mum now, but back in the end she was doing Charlie with my uncle, being a naughty girl that a lot of us didn’t know about, another example, would be my brother’s ex-girlfriend of like 15 years. She was a dark horse, but obviously she was a Scorpio son. She always seemed well put together and tried not to say a thing of place which I get completely.. just be aware Sagittarius moons that even if you’re not on an adventure or you’re not going out meeting new people all the time that you’re still worthy of being happy, you can have fun with the smallest things in life that can give people pleasure, I would recommend even like a high intensity, sport or dance something that’s gonna be fun and not boring like the gym it could be yoga but I would definitely something more physical.

I’ve seen it with these two examples, where the generations of mothers and granddaughters and daughters are very close to each other, but may only be on a surface level and I’ve seen the other side of it where my cousin has the Sagittarius moon with felt like the least favourite child. The other two were rotten her brother, who was a couple years younger, and then her sister who is over a decade and a bit younger, so she had to have this positive Sagittarian outlook for her mental health.

I have also noticed that Sagittarius means a very good at telling stories and making people laugh of these stories by going into lots of funny craft details, and that is a way of having fun with people emotionally and connecting with them through laughter.

Celebrity examples

Sharon stone , Emma Watson , Jennifer Addison , trump, Justin timberlake, Adele,  Oprah, Al Pacino, Vincent, Van Gogh, Naomi Campbell, Camila Cabello, John Mayer, Dakota Johnson xxxtentation, Charlie Sheen Hilary Duff, Selena Yoko, Lenny Kravitz, Scott Disick, Travis Scott, Chester Bennington, Ivanka, Trump, R. Kelly Anthony Kadis, Tiger Woods Ball, Rafi, Iggy Azalea, Andrew Tate, Judy Garland. Now do you see the dark sided ones hair because they’re really awesome dark side Sagittarius moons kind of like humans, but you can spot them out from the dark sided ones and the sided ones .

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List of my favorite Violetta episodes

It’s hard to determine a single favorite episode in this long show, as many storylines carry over different episodes. So! I decided to make a list of all of my faves. I might like some more than others, but nonetheless it’s the ones I love to watch more than the unmentioned eps.

1x07 - This is the episode that originally got me into Violetta back in the days. I saw that Junto a ti performance and became obsessed immediately. I also think it’s the turning point, as the first 6 episodes were more or less just ”get to know the characters” eps.

1x10 - YES IT IS BECAUSE OF THE FRANLETTA AMIGA SCENE SHUT UP I may not remember anything else in the episode right on hand But if I rewatch it I know I’ll also like most of the other scenes.

1x13 - Francesca coming over to Violetta’s house for the first time?? Vilu being awkward about it yet also so excited that she has a friend?? Also the real start of the audition arc 💜

1x35 - OH I KNOW THE LINES FLUENTLY IN THE SWEDUB I watched this so many times back when Violetta was on Netflix. I think it’s my most watched S1 episode. It has it all. Leonetta post first kiss and Violetta being all excited and giddy. When she tells her friends they kissed and her friends get so excited. Germán choking when he hears Leon and Violetta are dating. TOMAS SUFFERING!!

1x40 - The rush I feel when Violetta runs from the wedding and goes to the theater and performs!! Such a thrilling mid season finale!

1x55 - Students protesting Gregorio and singing in front of the school! I love the revolting children arc

1x68 - Junto a ti performance! Almost time for the reality show finale! Don’t like the ending tho

1x72 - Vilu finding out Angie is her aunt and now they can finally begin their real aunt and niece relationship 💜

1x80 - NOTHING CAN BEAT THE VIOLETTA S1 FINALE

2x01 - THE FIRST EPISODE OF S2 MAKES ME FEEL SO MUCH. God I feel so warm inside just thinking about it. It’s so good.

2x06 - Maybe it’s mostly because of the Franletta scene but all of the first 10 eps of S2 are bangers

2x15 - Leonetta being in the middle of their small dating era for a while, before shit hits the fan <3

2x25 - The gang at the party, performing and dancing! Violetta being at home and Diego coming over with a clown nose! THE FRANLETTA CHEEK KISS

2x33 - VIOLETTA WANTING TO GO TO FRAN’S PARTY BUT SHE CAN’T BECAUSE SHE NEEDS TO WORK :(( AAAAAAAA SHE LOVES HER FRIEND SO MUCH also we see the Codigo Amistad mv in this <3

2x42 - This episode is so goddamn funny we got Violetta losing her voice and her friends helping her to hide this from everyone. I also love sleepover eps a lot

2x51-2x52 - FRANCESCA GOING TO ITALY AND THEN RETURNING!!! FRANLETTA REUNITING!!! I so love everyone saying goodbye and then the episode afterwards everyone is so happy!!!! It’s so fun!

2x61 - Every fucking scene of this episode makes me laugh seriously go watch this episode

2x64-2x65 - This is only for the karaoke shenanigans alone

2x67 - LEONETTA’S TURNING POINT THEY’RE GETTING CLOSER AGAIN AAAAA

2x72-2x75 - Madrid plot Madrid plot Madrid plot Madrid plot Madrid plot

3x28 - Singlehandedly one of the few funny Roxy arc episodes. Also Ludmila thought Franletta were making out in the aquarium

3x30-3x31 - All the scenes at the wedding are so fun <3 and Ludmila and Violetta being stepsisters

3x35 - I love the show they put on <3

3x48-3x49 - The Franletta reconciliation arc <3

3x64 - Leonetta being absolutely silly and stupid and it’s so funny

3x77 - Priscila’s last episode! Everything starting to wrap up slowly! CAMILA AND NATY SUPPOSEDLY KISSING OFF SCREEN!!

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Technicolor Familiar Watches Too Many Conrad Veidt Movies Part 1 of ?

Apropos of nothing, I find myself wading around waist deep in Conrad Veidt's filmography, at least the titles I can easily find online.

I've been writing down my mostly brief impressions after each movie, mainly for my own entertainment since I know exactly zero other people who would care lol. I actually created a Mastodon account especially for this purpose, since my primary socials aren't really for this sort of thing. But the character limit on Mastodon is seriously cramping my style, so I'm going to be annoying about this on Tumblr, my self-imposed blog expectations be damned.

I'm not doing plot summaries, but there are spoilers. I'm not watching these movies in any particular order other than what I'm in the mood for on any given day. I'm half trying to keep the thirst levels to a minimum, but no promises; all bets were off after watching A Woman's Face. And tbh, this whole thing has turned into an Emotional Support / Coping Mechanism / Escapism Tactic because hoo boy is my brain bad these days. But be forewarned, I'm not a writer, I'm not a film critic. I just like movies and turns out I like Conrad Veidt a lot too. I'd probably have more and better things to say about a lot of these upon a second or third watch.

So as of late November, I'm 15 films deep with a lot more to go. I'm thinking about splitting this up into multiple posts, maybe like 5ish films/post. Originally I was going to see how many of these movies can I watch before the end of 2023. But I'm just going to keep going until I run out of available titles or I get sick of Connie's face (unlikely).

The Man Who Laughs, 1928 Dir. Paul Leni ⭐4.5/5 Watched mid-Oct, Archive.org Nothing could have prepared me for this. Of course I was aware of TMWL, but more vaguely than I guess I realized. It's really ahead of its time. The production quality is astounding, it's an absolutely beautiful film. The whole cast is pretty great, too. The Duchess? Total smoke show. Homo the Dog? Queer icon. And Connie really swings for the fences emotionally and physically as Gwynplaine. Bear in mind, this is literally only the third Conrad Veidt movie I've ever seen (other than the basic, intro level Cabinet of Dr Caligari and Casablanca), so I was really floored by what he's able to do in this role with the use of really only half his face. There are several wonderfully haunting and heartbreaking visuals and moments throughout the nearly 2 hour runtime that will stay with me long after watching. Half a star got knocked off because the score was a little bombastic and there were one too many clowns for me personally. But those are small complaints for what may otherwise be a pretty perfect film.

Unheimliche Geschichten (Eerie Tales), 1919 Dir. Richard Oswald ⭐3/5 Watched mid-Oct, Archive.org A romp. The version I watched had no soundtrack at all, making for a totally silent viewing experience. The vignette structure and old school effects are fun. I enjoyed seeing Anita Berber in action although maybe I was expecting more because of all the hype surrounding her/her image. But Connie, Anita, and Reinhold Schünzel seem like they had a good time working on this project. "The Black Cat" and "The Suicide Club" were my favorite sections (and I actually watched this when I was in the middle of Netflix's The Fall of the House of Usher, so yay for extra Poe content in the spookiest month). As for Connie Content, what can I say, he's stunning.

The Cabinet of Doctor Caligari, 1920 Dir. Robert Wiene ⭐3.5/5 Watched Oct 17, Archive.org I went hard with the silent era when I started this journey. Caligari was my intro to Conrad Veidt almost 15 years ago, and as a lapsed goth art student, I remember being bewitched by his strange and off-putting presence on screen. My rating for this one is kind of low compared to how undoubtedly iconic and important of a film it is. It could have been my mood but upon rewatching, but the story fell a little flat for me. I did like the updated score in the version I watched, and I would love to see this one on the big screen maybe with a live orchestra some day.

Orlacs Hände (The Hands of Orlac), 1924 Dir. Robert Wiene ⭐4/5 Watched Oct 17, Archive.org Loved. It's so horny and bizarre (the scene with the maid crawling on the floor? same, girl, same). And visually the most pre-David Lynch Lynchian-looking movie I've ever seen. The shots that linger on highly stylized, cavernous, empty rooms before a character enters? So David Lynch. I'm also a big fan of the psychological body horror and crime thriller genre mashup. It's got twists, it's got turns. Conrad Veidt's your man if you ever needed a Hand Actor. Like the handsiest Hand Actor who ever had a pair of hands. Someone who could really work those mitts.

A Woman's Face, 1941 Dir. George Cukor ⭐4.5/5 Watched Oct 18, Vudu & TCM Jumping way forward in Connie's career. This movie did things to me. This was, I think, the point of no return. It's extremely underrated, I'm legitimately surprised I'd not heard of it before diving down this rabbit hole. That said, it is strange and pretty spicy for a Hays Code era picture. It's so good, I actually watched it twice (it aired on TCM as a part of their creepy cinema series). Visually beautiful and narratively interesting, if maybe a little long despite the rushed ending. Shout out to Joan Crawford for giving what's probably the best performance of hers, at least that I've seen (Mildred Pierce who?). And then there's nasty, nasty Conrad Veidt. He very nearly steals the movie from Joan, I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He's beautiful, he's TALL, he's scary. Genuinely shocked he doesn't have second billing. But what else can I say about his Torsten Barring that hasn't already been said more eloquently by others? It's such a great character, and I believe he said it was one of his favorites during his entire 100+ film career. A Woman's Face is the only title on this list so far where immediately after watching I wanted to buy the dvd. Ugh, we deserved several more decades of Connie in roles like this.

I'll probably post the next few one day soon, where I finally get into some titles from the 1930s.

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and would u believe me if i had personality breakdowns for them too.......

pink (he/she/they) they're a lot more ditzy and lighthearted than purple she just wants to be friends w/ everyone, loves makeup and fashion too though :) definitely looks up to purple a lot as an older sister (by maybe..... five minutes??) their dynamic is kinda like two oldest teenage sisters in the loud house. she's leni. Just living life one day at a time #queen maybe he'll be a makeup artist or something

red (she/her) - aggressive but not mean just really protective!! definitely the most athletic of the siblings and is on like two different sports teams (soccer and basketball ?? maybe). short tempered tho 🙁 its hard to hold down a job bcuz she doesn't put up with people's bullshit, she'd probably do well in politics lmao

orange (he/him) - he was born with an intellectual & physical disability and was very sick as a kid (mostly stayed in the hospital getting heart surgery or whatever) so his family is slightly overprotective of him. they kinda take turns hanging out with him bcuz it isnt really SAFE for him to be alone and bcuz he also doesn't like to be alone (they take turns as in monday is blue's day, tuesday is red's day etc etc and they all do an activity with him and just hang out. their parents obviously did most of the childcare when they were younger and they still have saturday but yknow..... jobs). outside of that he's very funny and adventurous, i think ideally he'd be going cliff diving every weekend but he's mostly just the class clown and he's very good at making his siblings laugh

yellow (he/they) - gay best friend.....?? he's a really sweet and supportive guy and LIVES to hype other people up. super friendly and outgoing. he has a job at like a clothing store in some botique mall. he's so brave bcuz he's like one of the only people in their family who isnt unemployed 🙏 BREADWINNER KING

green (he/him) - introverted and nerdy but he gets confused a lot 😭has like three separate chronic illnesses. reads and sleeps most of the time but he's a sweetie tbh

blue (they/them) - the main character of my Heart <3 (and one of nine actual main characters) not gonna go into their whole character here obvs but they're like the anxious/safe kid and they work at a grocery store. the responsible eldest daughter type vibes despite not being the eldest or a daughter

purple (she/her) - wants to be the most famous influencer in kenya. kinda a diva and obsesses over her appearance. definitely the most popular of the siblings when they were in school in school But she uses her influence for good..... mostly. definitely annoys blue once or twice about using starr for connections, which is not happening in this or any universe <3

they were raised to be very close and protective of each other and their relationship as siblings so they all get along pretty well apart from petty fights like you stole my hairdryer etc whatever. and they all still live together in a Big ass house like theyre fucking cartoon characters. but big families are much more common in objects so its not really that big of a deal, and blue is (mostly) happy to live with them........... Its Complicated

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Moving In

Ledger!Joker x Harley (what I think she'd be like in the Nolanverse)

Warnings: Swearing, violence

Summary: After Harleen is attacked and injured in the alleyway, J invites her to stay in his hideout.

Author's Note: I wanted to get some writing done over these few days off since December is gonna be so busy lmao. Anyway as always enjoy! 💕

Edit - Dec 8th, 2024: This has been changed from the original because my old writing sucks and it needed an update 🙃 Should be better now.

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Nothing ever went the way she planned. 

Much to her dread, yet somehow delight, Harleen was getting more familiar with the clown. They saw each other almost every night. Joker talked to her for hours. It was like they had known each other their whole lives and not just a few weeks. He seemed to really like her for some reason. He also brought her food and various things she needed. Harleen appreciated the gesture but she didn’t understand why he was being so kind to her.

Tonight was no exception. As Harleen laid on the cold, hard ground, nestled in some blankets Joker had brought her, she spotted Joker coming down the alleyway through a crack in her cloth nest. His expression was dark and brooding. His day must not have gone well. As soon as he saw Harleen though, he seemed to lighten up.

“Good evening, Ms. Quinn.” He said in a sing-songy voice and sat down beside her. 

“Evening...” Harleen mumbled as she sat up from her blanket pile. Her mop of blonde hair was wild and her eyes were half lidded.

“Oh sorry, doll. Did I wake you?” 

“No. I was trying to sleep but it’s kinda difficult. How did your day go?” 

“Eh, it went. My men are fucking stupid.”

Harleen bit back a smile. “Oh really?” 

“Yeah. They almost got us busted. Thank God I stepped in and covered their tracks. Ugh, it just puts even more work on me.”

“I’m sorry. Are you feeling any better now?”

“I guess. Got some takeout on the way home. That always lifts my spirits. I have leftovers. You want some?”

“Uh, sure. Whatcha got?” 

Joker produced a styrofoam box from the duffel bag he was carrying. “Just some fries and half a burger.”

Harleen accepted the box from him and started eating. Joker watched her intently with a small smile. 

“So how was your day, doc?” He asked.

Harleen chewed for a moment before answering. “Uh, fine I guess. Same old same old. A random lady came by and gave me 20 bucks. So there’s that.”

Joker nodded.  “Sometimes rich people get lost and wander over towards this side of town. They’re always horrified at the state of this place.”

“Yeah, she looked pretty well off. She probably felt bad for me. But hey, I’m not going to say no to free money.”

“There ya go. Hey, how’s the food?”

“Amazing. Where’d you get this?”

“Just a little spot by the harbor. I usually just get a burger to go. But they also have the best home cooked meals. Reminds me of what my mama used to make.”

Harleen noticed that over the course of their many conversations Joker mentioned his mother a lot. He only spoke highly of her and in past tense which meant she must’ve passed. “Were you close to her?” 

Joker had a faraway look in his eyes.“Yeah. She was pretty special to me. What about you?”

“Nope. My mother and I have never been on good terms. Especially not now. Some stuff happened in the past that she blames me for. And now somehow this is all my fault. Like I set out to do this on purpose, or that I was supposed to know that Arkham would hire a phony.”

“Sounds like a real bitch. When’s the last time you heard from her?”

“I haven’t seen her in person in years but we stayed somewhat in touch. I called her after I got an eviction notice. All I wanted was to see if I could maybe come home for just a few days until I could figure things out. And trust me, that was my absolute last resort. I haven’t stepped foot in that house since I was 18. Well, she lost it at me and said how dare I have the audacity to ask that. I’m the bigshot who had to move away to the big city and I’m a grown ass woman, I can take care of myself. How dare you run off and abandon your poor mother! Blah blah blah. The same shit she always says.”

And I didn’t abandon her. She abandoned me years ago. Harleen added to herself angrily.

Joker chuckled in disbelief. “Wow.”

“I know! The only reason I even got to go to Gotham University was because I got a scholarship! Why would I not take that opportunity? She can never just be happy for me.”

“Screw her. You did what was best for you. You can’t control what she does. Let her be mad.”

“You don’t understand. She twists and manipulates everything I say and then makes me feel like shit. Everything is about her. I always put the blame on her. She’s the victim.”

“Sooo, she’s a narcissist.”

“Yes! She needs to be studied, I swear to God.”

“Mhm. You probably had a shitty childhood then.”

“You think?”

Joker grinned at that. “I had a pretty rough one too.”

“That’s not surprising.”

“Is it that obvious?”

“Yeah. The daddy issues are very apparent.” 

“Whoa. You’re good.”

Harleen scoffed. “Not good enough apparently. Since I don’t have a rich daddy to do my dirty work.”

Joker laughed and shook his head. “I wouldn’t take it so personally, doll. That says more about them than it does you. I’m sure you’re great at your job.”

“Thank you. You’re the last person I expected to hear that from.”

“Heh.” He glanced at his watch. “I would stay out here with ya some more, but I gotta get up early tomorrow. It’s getting really late.”

Harleen nodded. “I understand. Go get some sleep. Seems like you’ll need it.” 

Joker stood up with a grunt. He bent down in front of Harleen and gave her a small kiss on the forehead. She bristled at his touch and stared up at him in shock. Before she could say anything, he’d already turned away and started up the ladder. 

What am I getting myself into?

—

The next night came and there was no sign of Joker. It was getting really late so Harleen guessed he was probably staying out because of another job or something. She buried herself under her blankets and tried to sleep on the uncomfortable concrete to no avail. Some time passed and she still couldn’t sleep. 

She found herself missing him. Weeks ago she would’ve been glad to be rid of him. She enjoyed his company. He had a certain charm that overpowered his dangerous aura. He was a great listener and didn’t judge her for venting. She never imagined this was what her ‘sessions’ with him would be like. This was a much better setting than cold, clinical Arkham. Maybe not getting the job was a good thing.

Harleen curled up tighter under the blankets, shivering. Faintly she heard a voice nearby but brushed it off and tried once more to get some sleep. Then she heard multiple voices echoing down the alleyway. She tensed and tried to remain perfectly still, her heart racing as they sounded closer. How she wished Joker was there. 

“There ain’t nothing out here! It’s the emptiest part of town!” One voice shouted.

“You know how many bums live around here? They probably got at least a little cash on them. It’ll be just enough to get a fix. Look over there. There’s one.” Another voice said.

Harleen heard heavy footsteps coming towards her. She gasped and stifled a scream as a pair of hands ripped the blankets off of her. A group of three rough looking men loomed over her.

“Would ya look at this beauty, boys! We found something better than cash.” One man told the others.

“Yeah. Let’s get her.”

The men advanced towards her. Harleen hastily grabbed the knife that Joker had given her and held it out in front of her.

“Get away from me!” She shouted.

The men just laughed at her. They took out their own knives and lunged. Harleen ducked. One man’s knife grazed her calf, slicing through her pants. She winced, not giving them the satisfaction of hearing her scream, and tried to crawl away from them. 

She got about halfway down the alley but one of the men grabbed her ankle and yanked her back. She tried to kick him off with her other leg, landing a few blows to his chest, but it was no use. His grip was too strong.

She was about to give up, but then she heard one of them scream. Her head shot up and she saw Joker beating the shit out of them. He bashed them into the wall, landed punch after punch, knocked their teeth out. The men were screaming and crying and begging for mercy. 

“Please, man! I didn’t touch her! Get off me! Aghhh!”

Joker did no such thing. He kept going until they were laying there, writhing and choking on their own blood. Harleen watched wide eyed from afar, thinking for sure he’d kill them. He probably had because by now they were on the ground and not moving.

Joker walked over to Harleen and offered her a hand up. She took it and stood up on her wobbly, weak legs. Joker put his arm around her to keep her from falling.

“You okay?” He asked.

“Yeah. My leg is a little injured but I’ll be fine.”

“It’s not safe for ya out here. Come stay with me at my place. I don’t mind. I should’ve asked you a long time ago.”

Harleen considered the offer for a moment. She knew she shouldn’t. She would be staying in an extremely dangerous criminal’s hideout. There was no telling what could happen to her. But he had been very kind to her and he did rescue her twice. Besides, as much as she hated to admit it, she was starting to grow very fond of him. 

Oh, what the hell? I don’t have anything to lose anyway. So what if he kills me?

“Uh, sure. I’d love to. Thank you.”

“It’s nothing. You’re gonna have trouble getting up those stairs. Here…” 

Joker picked her up swiftly and carried her in his arms. Harleen was startled.

“Oh, uh, okay.” She muttered as Joker started up the ladder and then the stairs. 

She gripped his chest firmly to keep from falling, but not so hard that she seemed like a damsel in distress. She couldn’t help but take in his scent. It was a mix of explosives and cigarettes, with a dash of mint. It was heavenly. She shook off the thought in disgust at herself.

Joker reached his floor and put Harleen down for a moment. He pried open the window as far as it would go and crawled through. Harleen followed him and he shut the window behind her.

He helped her up and led her through the apartment. It was dark, messy, and looked like it hadn’t been cleaned properly in a long time. He sat Harleen down on the grungy, tattered looking couch and cleared away some drawn on newspapers and stuff from the coffee table. 

“Sorry ‘bout the mess. I don’t usually get, uh, visitors.” Joker offered a small apology. 

He grabbed a box from a table across the room and sat down on the couch beside Harleen. Inside the box was an assortment of medical supplies. 

“I gotta treat your leg, otherwise it’ll get infected. Ya don’t want that. It can get, uh, pretty nasty.” 

Harleen nodded. She rolled up her pants and let him stitch her up. He was quick yet gentle at the same time. When he finished she could barely tell that there was a wound. 

“How’d you learn how to do that?” She asked him.

“I’ve had lots of practice.” Joker replied as he put away the medical stuff.

Harleen pulled her knees up to her chest and looked around the apartment. It was laid out in an open floor plan, except for a corner with a door and side wall sticking out. She guessed that was the bathroom. Behind the living area was an open kitchen that had dishes, pots, and pans scattered everywhere. Across the room to her right was a bed that wasn’t made and pushed into the other corner. 

“Where do ya wanna sleep? I got a bed and a couch.” Joker asked.

“The couch is fine.” Harleen responded. 

She was not about to sleep in someone else’s bed. This was already weird enough.

Joker stretched his arms above his head and yawned. “Well, I’m tired so I’m goin’ to bed. You can do whatever you want. Just don’t touch anything cause I do have weapons and stuff here.”

Harleen slowly nodded. He was so casual about that. This life was normal to him. It baffled her though she should’ve been used to it by now. 

Joker slid out of his dress shoes, purple coat, green vest, and tie, leaving them in a pile on the floor. He crawled into bed, still wearing his dress shirt, pants, checkered socks, and of course his makeup. Harleen wished he’d wash it off so she could see his gorgeous face again. 

“G’night.” Joker said, settling beneath the covers.

“Goodnight Joker.” Harleen said back. It felt weird calling him that.

“Call me J.” He mumbled before drifting off. 

J. Harleen liked that a lot better. Why didn’t he suggest that before and spare her the awkwardness? Maybe he wasn’t as comfortable around her as he was now. It showed they were forming a bond and Harleen didn’t know how to feel about that.

As she watched his chest rise and fall, she listened to his soft breathing and wondered how often he had the opportunity to get decent sleep. She guessed he must’ve been really tired because she’d read in his patient file before that he had trouble sleeping. It made sense. With his racing mind, it probably seemed impossible to get some rest.

Growing tired herself, Harleen laid down on the couch, propping her leg up on a pillow. She rested her head on another pillow and covered up with her jacket. She closed her eyes, drifting off to sleep.

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Liveblogging Dead Friend Forever Ep 5

Flashback Time! Let's Go!

only at the 2:40 timestamp and already there's some crunchy little details. Tee has money - where from? He tells Top to go clean the toilets at Por's house for spending money, but we all know that's not what Tee is up to. And it's soooo convenient that there's a short film contest and it just so happens that Por has an idea for it and also a location to shoot in that just so happens to be in the Cult Murder Woods. Here at 2:40 in I am still banging the drum of Por And His Family Are True Believers. Will I be putting on my clown shoes later? Perhaps!

Jin and Tee are both skeptical that they'll be able to pull it off. Por and Fluke are really trying hard to get Tee to agree... Por mentions selling tickets to see the movie and the music changes and you can see Tee fall for it. Why is Tee so desperate for money when he's buying expensive In Game Purchases? does he have a gatcha gambling problem lmao.

Non is so unsure when he comes into the planning room and is immediately bullied! Why are they so mean! He's the only one giving actual ideas! And I see that Jin isn't involved in the bullying and doesn't know the backstory between them. Poor Non does seem a little weird but not in a bad way. The way they're just using him to get a script is so mean!

Wait, are they in a fucking Catholic School hold up i gotta rewind that. "Think Good, Do Good, Be A Good Person" I mean....words to live by i guess. Not that these Mean Girls-ass friends will pay any attention.

Ooooh, Por telling Non to send the script digitally he doesn't want a literal paper trail he is already planning to steal the credit! He's doing all this work and they're still calling him Greasy! These shitheads deserve what's coming to them. Jin is right to call them out about it. No wonder Jin will be the Final Girl. Non, sweetie, please develop some self respect!

ok but like JinNon are being really cute together. no wonder if Non gets a crush on him.

OK OK OK HOLD THE FUCK UP. THIS CONVERSATION BETWEEN NON'S PARENTS IS INTERESTING. Non has a sibling they send money to, but they're having money problems and can only afford to pay their bills this month and don't have the money to spare. Non's mom wants to take an emergency loan to cover it and if I learned anything from Kinnporsche one of those things was don't take sketchy emergency loans because the mafia will come after you. Mom mentions to Non that New is studying abroad buuuuuuut....hmmm. it just seems shady.

Non's sure on a lot of pills for a highschooler. also, someone with a heart for their contact name is asking if he took his meds....

Top is the fucking worst. but Por's not any better really. I did laugh at "Move, my beloved Greasy will sit here" and the way the other kids scattered. Por really is throwing his family's money and influence around isn't he. ugh the way Por and Top wipe their hands after touching Non is so gross and mean and awful.

oh no. Hot Teacher just offered to give Non a ride home and i feel nothing but dread.

Gambling Hall! Oh my god i was right about the gambling lmao. Anyway, Tee's in the mafia. so that's fun.

That lady on the board saw Por's name and was like "oh. we definitely don't want to make his parents mad" the way she nudged the other judge!

can't believe they tried to exclude Non from the results reveal oh wait, yes i can. because they're the worst.

Por's mom spoils him but lmao you can see that his dad is just Done even if he does get worn down by mom.

Por is so fucking stupid for leaving that expensive-ass camera in the unlocked classroom. Top is so fucking stupid for messing around with the camera. I hate Top so much oh my god.

oh no. Tee is going to frame Non for it isn't he. that was the money Por was saying he shouldn't have taken from Non isn't it. And we know Non's family has money problems!!! Tee is the worst. lmao at Fluke just being there the whole time.

I like that Jin knows what's up and tried to defend Non.

I really want to know who ❤️ is. Is it New? Is it Hot Teacher?

Boo Tee trying to drag poor Non into his Mafia shit. leave him alone! Haven't you done enough???!