#i walked past this dolly 3 times thinking oh dear i want her oh dear

[amber-isnt-a-precious-stone]

Yaknow how I wrote that hetalia cursed antique doll fic with the face family and sealand recently, and it was based on a real doll I bought at an antique market ?? She was just an alberon not super super old, maybe 80s/90s

But I did it again lads 😱

I couldn't resist buying this girlie today and I'm brushing her tangled hair and washing her clothes a bit atm 😱😱

[eunoiasuniverse]

Someone new -Ch 2

Hello, lovelies :) things are going to spice up in chapter 3. Currently, I am revising stuff because I have written this a while ago and I was going over chapter 2 and all I can say is, what the fuck was I actually writing. LMAO. I fixed the chapter and made it bearable…I hope <3 words: 1.2K

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Your alarm rings and you reach over to the clock and turn it off. You roll out of bed and then open the curtains. The morning dew painted the bushes lightly, the sun brightening your morning. You stretch as you walk into your closet and grab your uniform. You carried your tired body to the bathroom and began to get yourself ready. 

You enjoyed your job at the senior center. You hear so many stories from all these lives that these people got to experience. Not to mention, you were always called beautiful by all the residents. Luckily you were with the more independent residents who didn't require help every single step of the way. Although you have worked in the dementia building before, you didn't like it as much. 

You tied your hair into a neat, slicked-back bun and then placed your work bonnet on your head. You straightened out your dress and then tied your apron on. You slip on Mary Jane’s and then make your way out of the apartment. You lock the door and begin your walk.

You skipped on your way to work and then greeted the receptionist. You walked back to the time punch and grabbed your card. A few of your coworkers walked by you whispering and giggling. 

“y/n!” one of them speed walks over to you. 

“Yes?” you smile putting your punched card back in its slot. 

“There’s someone here and he's super handsome. He’s visiting your favorite resident too! She says he's her son” your coworker giggles softly. 

“Well you know she's going to be on my ass if I don't see her right away. Remember when she yelled at me all because I was a minute late to say mornin' to her,” you giggle.

“How could I forget,” the two of you walk to the back towards all the residents. “She forces you to tell her about your love life,” she teased you.

“Don’t remind me. It’s torture. She knows I don't have time for that,” you laugh softly as you walk past her room. 

“Oh dolly…I don't think it's a good idea right now…” she points secretly at all the men in the room. 

“Ahh.. you're right… better hurry before she sees me and I get scolded,” you quicken up your pace and pass her room.

Your day went as smoothly as possible. You had a few residents falls and some vitals you had to take but nothing major. Before you know it, you were on your lunch break. You make your way back to Mrs. Mancini’s room. You place a small knock on the door and hear her sing ‘come in’. 

You open the door and realize her son is still there, “Oh! I’m so sorry… I can't leave you two be…” your eyes meet the man and your heart drops. It was him, the man from the Baratie. You quickly straighten yourself up and brush your dress. 

“You! I haven't seen you all day!” for an old woman, she practically runs up to you. “Now why didn't you visit me earlier?! I was worried sick about you! Makin’ me think you were avoiding me…or even worse you quit!” she scolds you. 

“So sorry ma’am,” you stifle your laughter, “I saw you had guests and I didn't want to disturb you.” she hits your shoulder with her hand fan. 

“At least you have respect and manners...unlike some people,” she quickly turns her head towards the man who is lighting a cigar. He looks up at you guys before putting his lighter in his suit pocket.

“I know you from somewhere..dollface,” he says with a slight smirk in his tone. 

“Dear..” his mom pitches in, “Be respectful to this cute girl. She is the one taking care of me and all.”

“Yeah yeah,” he mutters and shifts his gaze.

“I have to be on my way since I'm here on my break. But I will be back with your afternoon meds when I'm done. And ma’am, don't hesitate to call me and the other girls up. We are very happy to be here with you,” you smile and then proceed to take your leave. 

“Isn’t she just a doll,” Mrs.Mancini gushes, “Oh I would love her as my daughter-in-law. She's my favorite staff here. She takes great care of me and all the others. I'm surprised she doesn't have a husband…oh, I could go on this whole rant about how darling she is!”

“I'm not marryin’ her… I’m a busy man Ma. I have a business to run.” he gruffs. 

“I know life has been hard, especially since your father passed and you had to take over. I’m just glad you have help sorting things out. Please do consider having a life outside of your work. Go out and find someone you want to spend time with and who would be willing to accept you and your job. I worry about you. You’re a wonderful son and I want what’s best for you…” she sighs, “but you two would make me such beautiful grandbabies!”

“Okay I'm leaving,” he stands up quickly. 

“NO!” she smacks his chest. 

“Ma…”

“You never listen to your poor, old, weak mother anymore.” She says in a dramatic tone.

“I’ll visit tomorrow okay?” he bends down and kisses her cheek, “I’ll go grab a vase for you so you can put these in it.”

You throw away your lunch trash and walk around the dining area. You clean tables that have empty dishes and you talk to the residents at the tables. You hand the dishes to the kitchen staff and begin your rounds, assisting residents who didn’t go out to lunch. 

You walk out of a resident’s room and see the man from last night waiting outside the room for you. “Can I help you?” you ask with a smile. 

“Can I have a vase for some flowers in my ma’s room?”

“No worries, I can grab it and bring it to her.”

“No, it’s okay. Don't worry about it, Doll.”

“Okay…follow me.” You lead the man to the supply room and you search for vases. Your heart was pounding. Why was he waiting for you? How did he know where you were?

“So, you also work at the Baratie?”

“I do…” you say as you search through random cubbies. 

“May I ask why?”

“More money…can pay for rent and the necessities…” you pull down a vase and dust it off. You hand it to him and smile, “Anything else?” 

He shakes his head and then clears his throat. He stares at the vase and then looks up at you, “I think you're gorgeous dollface. I can tell you're hard workin’ and I love that in a woman,” he takes a second and then softens his gaze, “Can I ask you to dinner tonight?” 

“Oh! I mean I get off at 5 tonight, if that’s okay…”

“Yes, that’s meet me at the Sapphire Soirée. 6:30. Dress all pretty for me yeah?”

“I guess I’ll see you later,” you smile and quickly walk off, blushing like a schoolgirl

[k7l4d4]

Midnight Striga: Fairy Tail/Owl House Cross Fic Episode 6 Part 3

Hello, and once again, welcome to the exciting world of Midnight Striga! Everybody Clap Your Hands!!

Eda easily slipped through the crowd, one of the benefits of being a skilled pickpocket, scanning the faces around her. Her eyes brightened when she finally spotted the girl she was looking for. “Luz!” She called out, signalling the girl over. As Luz spotted Eda in turn, she grinned, sauntering over.

“Hey Eda! How’d your conversation go?” Luz asked casually, hands tucked in her pockets.

Eda gave a confident smirk, expertly holding in the awkwardness she knew was trying to peek through. “Eh, as well as it was gonna go. Still, I think me and Gwen are gonna be fine.” She replied, giving an easy shrug. Things between her and her mother may still be rough, but they now had a starting point to build something healthy. Together.

Luz gave a wistful smile. “Man, that must be nice.” She said, an almost dreamy look to her face, much to Eda’s confusion. Shaking her head, Luz cleared her thoughts. “Anyway, I got to ask something.”

“Fire away.” Eda prompted.

Luz smirked, laughing lightly. “I overheard some kids talking, do you know what this whole Moonlight Conjuring thing is?” She asked, slightly cocking her head.

“Moonlight Conjuring? Pfft! It’s some baby magic ceremony where kids hold hands and try to use the power of the moon to bring something to life.” Eda said dismissively. She had honestly forgotten that it was around that time of year for it. Ugh. She raised an eyebrow at the look of shock Luz had. “What’s with the look?”

“Are you saying that parents WILLINGLY let their kids attempt a Lunar Ritual!? Annually!?” She demanded, a wild look in her eyes.

Eda reeled back at the intensity. “Whoa, kid! You’re gonna have to explain a little. What’s the big deal, the ritual never works!” She should know, all those times she and… anway, all those times she’d tried to do it as a kid, and it never worked, not even once!

“I can think of a few reasons why if my hunch is right.” Luz dryly stated, though Eda was mostly certain that wasn’t a jab at her. This time at least. Luz grew serious. “Eda, this is big stuff. Lunar Rituals, even minor ones, are insanely powerful, and can cause all kinds of chaos!” She huffed. “Man, this job just got tougher.”

That instantly caught Eda’s attention. “What job?” She asked, raising an eyebrow in suspicion. If this was a trap…

Luz snorted. “That Blight girl from the Covention is holding a Conjuring for her and some of her friends, and asked me to run Bodyguard duty so that they feel safe.” She shrugged. “I mean, usually I’m the one getting PAST bodyguards, not acting as one, but it seemed like something to do, you know?”

Eda paused, mulling it over. She knew the Blights, the parents that is, and she didn’t trust either of them, not really. Al was deceptively absent-minded, but was brilliant when it came to playing the game and getting the best results for him and his, whereas Dolly was… an experience in patience testing, even by Eda’s lofty standards of weaponized annoyance. Still, if it came from the kid, it probably wasn’t a trap. “Eh, I got no problem with it.” She finally said. “Just keep your eyes peeled around her parents. Al and Dolly aren’t the kind of people you should trust. Like, at all.” She finished, voice growing grave.

Luz lightly bit her lip, softly kicking at the ground. “Yeah, I understand.” She was intimately familiar with adults of those types. Eyes brightening, she added, “But hey, it’s still a party, right? I bet I can sneak out some snacks for you, King and Hooty after I’m done!” She winked, a cheeky grin on her face. Eda laughed at that. Chuckling, the two made their way home, Eda chugging the potion before she forgot about it again. When they got back, they encountered the honestly hilarious sight of King tied up to a pole over a pile of leaves, Hooty reading off a list of charges before a court of stuffed animals. After they finished laughing, and King stopped screaming in embarrassment, the group went inside, gathering supplies.

“I don’t care what you say, I AM GOING WITH YOU TO THE NIGHT MARKET!!” King shouted, stomping his foot. It almost looked bratty, were it not for the fact he was also stuffing supplies into a fanny pack from Eda’s junk piles. For all his attitude, he was serious about going with her.

“Ugh! Fine, fine! Just settle down already!” Eda groaned, relenting to his (annoying) insistence. She looked sideways at Luz’s chuckle. “Oh, like you’d be able to stand up to him when he’s like this, either!” She retorted.

Luz snorted. “Aw heck no! I am well aware when to fold’em, but that’s not gonna stop me from finding this hilarious!” She laughed, her stuff packed and ready for the trip. She calmed down, focusing. “But for real, this should be a good way to relax, you know?” She said, a soft smile on her face, one that Kind and Eda returned. A sharp knocking sounded at the door. “Coming!” Luz called out. As she walked up to the door, she was unsurprised to see Willow and Gus standing before her, wearing a mix of formal and casual clothing. What did surprise her, however, was their expressions. Willow had a look of stoic control, as if she was about to do something she really didn’t want to, but was resigned to it. Gus seemed to be oscillating between barely contained panic, and unfettered excitement.

“Uuuhh… you guys okay?” Luz hesitantly asked. She knew that they didn’t have the best history with Blight, but wasn’t this reaction a little much?

“Who, us!? Yeah! Totally fine! Definitely not panicking over going to the most popular girl in school’s Conjuring after she sent us a message over Penstagram and are totally freaking out over the idea of it being a horrible, awful, evil prank to humiliate and degrade us!! Nope, we are totally fine!” Gus rambled, eyes flicking around the area, visibly sweating. Luz cocked an eyebrow.

“Let’s just get this over with, can we?” Willow stoically stated, already moving to leave, and motioning for them to follow. Gus quickly followed suit. With a shrug, Luz gave one last wave goodbye to Eda and King, and followed them.

“The guard I acquired to supervise the safety of myself and my guests for the conjuring, along with the first of my guests, will be arriving shortly.” Amity informed her parents. Alador was still working on his latest Abomination experiment, almost obsessed with it ever since he had examined Willow’s from the incident as Amity thought of it. Her mother, Odalia, was frantically pacing, sipping at a cup of tea to try and settle her nerves. Amity admittedly derived some level of almost sadistic enjoyment from her mother’s current discomfort. For reasons unknown, Odalia had been in something of a tizzy all day, her normal paranoia kicked up a few notches.

“I don’t like it!” Odalia announced, stopping in front of Amity. “This entire venture is far too risky, with too little benefit! While a boost to public morale and that of the social links you’ve formed would most definitely be beneficial, we have no idea if those Oroboros Cravens would attempt to attack us! We ARE the Boiling Isles premiere source of Home Security equipment, after all!” She turned to Alador. “Is it too late to cancel?”

“I believe so.” Alador added his absent-minded consideration to the conversation. “If I recall correctly, the guests should all be currently in transit, and if Amity’s preparations are accurate, our first two guests and her mysterious guard should be arriving at any moment.” He concluded, never once glancing up from the Abomination before him, his arms buried deep in its inner workings.

“Curses!” Odalia bit out, glancing at the clock in frustration. Ultimately, she sighed. “Ugh, very well, I suppose this nonsensical event can continue.” Amity tacitly held her tongue on the fact that Odalia was the one who regularly encouraged her to hold them at all.

“Thank you, mother.” Amity said diplomatically. The doorbell screamed, signalling someone’s arrival. “I believe that would be my guard and two of the guests. Would you like to accompany me in greeting them?” She asked, internally begging for her mother not to, to make up some bull excuse about it being beneath her, that she had work to do, anything!

“Hmm, very well, I suppose.” Odalia replied, dashing Amity’s hopes. As the two walked toward the door, she once again internally begged, pleaded, for her mother not to make a scene, to just accept Amity’s decisions. Surprisingly, her hopes were answered! ...Though, the reason was in itself rather chilling.

Outside the door stood three figures, Willow, Augustus, and Luz, all ready for the night to begin. Seeing who was at the door, Amity expected a few different reactions from her mother: Shouting, summoning Abominations, derogatory remarks, and a few others. What she got was, in itself, surprising. A wide, intimately familiar smile appeared across Odalia’s face, the look she got when she made a highly advantageous deal. “Welcome, honored guests!” Odalia cried, ushering the bewildered group inside. “It is my pleasure, as Matriarch of the Blight Family, to welcome you to our humble home for my darling daughter’s Moonlight Conjuring!” Humble, right. Amity felt like scoffing at her mother’s hammy antics, but held her tongue, both to maintain her image, and to see why her mother was reacting as anticipated.

“Well, it’s a pleasure to be here, Miss Blight.” Luz cordially stated, a neutral look on her face.

“Oh, call me Odalia dear! You played quite the role in protecting my darling Mittens from harm!” She all but gushed, ruffling Amity’s hair, much to her frustration. She could see the three silently mouthing her nickname. Oh no. Odalia’s eyes sharpened, focusing on Luz’s face. “Judging by your presence here, I believe it’s safe to assume you are the guard my daughter acquired, is it not?”

“Uh, yeah.” Luz nodded, a little baffled at Odalia’s antics at the moment. “Pardon my confusion, but you are taking me being here a lot better than I expected.”

“Hmm? Oh, you mean about your association with those ruffians, don’t you?” Odalia rhetorically stated, chuckling lightly. “My dear, you swore an Unbreakable Vow on a live broadcast, someone would have to be a fool to find you suspect after that, you even pledged to fight against Oroboros while under it for Titan’s sake! No, you being here eliminates most of my worries about how this night will turn out.” She said, a pleased look on her face.

“Oh! Well, thank you, ma’am.” Luz said, a faint blush on her face at the praise. Amity resisted the urge to raise an eyebrow. While that was certainly a revelation as to her mother’s motives, in part, it still didn’t answer the biggest question as to why she hasn’t blown her top.

“And who might you be?” Odalia cordially stated, turning to Augustus.

“OH, uh, Augustus Porter, Miss Odalia Blight, Ma’am!! I’m in the same year as your daughter, in the Illusion Track at Hexside!” He quickly stated, standing stock still in nervousness. Amity almost face-palmed at his antics. “Most people call me Gus.” He rapidly added.

“Hmm, Gus Porter, son of Perry Porter, conductor of the interview and one of the Boiling Isles most acclaimed reporters, holding a great deal of public sway due to his accuracy, honesty, and minimal bias in his field.” Odalia rattled off, as if by memory. Amity assumed it was, as her mother did enjoy memorizing details of people with influence, even if only peripherally, like Mr. Porter. “Going by your age, I find it intriguing that you’re in the same year as my daughter. Did you skip a grade?” She mused.

“Uh, two actually.” Gus said, bashfully rubbing his shoulder.

“Well, well, well! Aren’t you the accomplished little intellectual!” She said enthusiastically. “My boy, if you ever desire, I believe I could find you quite a lucrative position at Blight Industries upon your graduation.” She said, pulling out one of her business cards, handing it to the now star-struck boy.

“Oh, wow! Uh, thank you?” He said, both excited and confused at the offer, tucking the card into his pocket.

“Oh, think nothing of it.” Odalia dismissed, turning to Willow, an assessing look in her eyes. “And you?”

“Willow Park, ma’am.” Willow said, her face a careful mask of iron-clad politeness.

“Willow Park, recent transfer to Hexside’s Plant Track, considered their rising star, and possessing a level of power and skill typically found only in adults.” Odalia once again rattled off, a calculating look in her eyes. “Miss Park, I daresay I owe you an apology for my daughter’s conduct.” Amity and Willow both went very still at that, certain theories sliding into place in both their minds.

“While I am unaware as to why, exactly, my daughter felt the need to distract herself with something as gauche as bullying of all things, I am pleased to inform you that she was appropriately reprimanded for her conduct.” Odalia continued, blissfully unaware of the thoughts raging through the minds of the two involved. “If you ever feel the need for further discussion on this topic, or if my daughter slips back into such… unsavory habits, feel free to contact me. But for the moment, I must bid the three of you farewell.” And with that, she turned on her heel, swiftly making her way back to her husband, hoping he was either finished… or hadn’t killed himself.

Amity felt sick. Her mind could only find one simple conclusion as to why, exactly, that had occurred, and by the look of mixed disgust and near-volcanic rage on Willow’s face, she had reached it as well. “She didn’t even remember me.” Willow breathed out, burning heat coloring her voice. “She didn’t even know who I was!”

Unbeknownst to the group, a figure was watching from the shadows outside, a group arrayed protectively around her. “I never expected to see you here, LuLu.” A childish voice giggled, a small pointed object glinting in their hands.

[mrcleanheichou]

Forever and Ever

When two young people fall in love others often call it puppy love. A love so intense that ultimately fizzles out very quickly. No one believes someone so young could fall for someone so fast and have it be genuine until they see it with their own eyes.

Pairing Cowboy!Jungkook x reader

Genre fluff, angst, smut

Word count 2.2K

Warnings small amount of smut like touching the D over his pants and peer pressure (if that’s a warning)

A/N Hi everyone! This is my first ever fic that I’ve written in 2 years. I used to run a smut reaction blog for another fandom. So this is my first actual plot based story. I want to thank @poundingthewitchdrums93 for helping me cultivate this countryside yee haw AU and to @machiavelliancarribeanmidget for always encouraging me. This is also very self indulgent because i really wanted Cowboy Jungkook but i couldn’t find any fics. So I took matters into my own hands and this baby was born.

Chapter 1

1935

Once a week for the past 3 years, rain or shine, an old man makes his way to the town cemetery. Cemetery workers know him by name and they all have a soft spot for him. They all pitched in and bought a nice bench for him so he no longer had to sit on the ground. He wanted to pay them back for their kindness but they refused his money as it was their gift. So instead of showing his thanks with money he started bring apples from his apple orchard. He had always brought two each time he came but now he brings a bag full to share. She would have wanted it that way. She always told him ‘When you have something sweet you should never keep it all to yourself.’

The man dropped off the bag of apples at the office and made his way down the winding path. As he got closer to his destination he saw the sunflowers he had planted. She always loved them, never missing the opportunity to tell him that they reminded her of him. ‘They are bright and always move towards the sun just like you.’

He can feel the tears welling up in his eyes as he places the apple down in front of the headstone that reads “*Jeon Y/N, Doting wife and loving mother 1840-1932*

“Do you remember what day it is, Y/N? This is the day I met the woman I would love forever.”

1862

“Hyung, I don’t want to go” a young man whines as his big black horse walks behind two others, whose riders are way more enthusiastic.

“I don’t want hear it, Jungkook. I already told you we’re going to make you a man. You’re 20, it’s time you get your dick wet.”

“I’ve never heard a man complain about losing his virginity before”, the smaller of the two snickered looking back at the younger man. Jungkook just rolls his eyes and adjusts his hat.

“I’d rather not lose it to some random prostitute. Unlike you two heathens I have morals” he barked back.

“Oh, don’t be so uptight. Jimin and I both lost ours at a brothel.”

“They know what they’re doing so you’re in good hands... Literally”, Jimin laughs as he stops his horse “Taehyung and I are both paying for you and we’re getting you the top girl. So be grateful.”

“Yeah, you little shit. Do you know how much she charges? You’re lucky we love you”, Taehyung says as he snaps his reins to get his horse to start jogging.

As the town gets closer Jungkook can’t help but feel dread. He really does not want to go to the saloon with his hyungs. They always push him to go upstairs with the saloon girls but he manages to escape every time. This time he knows they are going to ensure he goes into the room. It’s not like he thinks there’s anything wrong with having sex with the saloon girls it’s just not something he’s interested in. He wants to only do that with the woman he falls in love with. Call him old fashioned but he knows what he wants.

The town they come to is called Coyote Creek. It’s a small town but it’s closer to Bangtan Ranch than Silver Landings, a much larger town, is. Personally Jungkook loves this little town, everyone is friendly and there’s hardly any trouble unless a group of rouge bandits or some angry drunk cowboys come through. But the sheriff and his deputies take care of them quickly.

Riding through town Jungkook hears a sound that always makes him smile. The children are out playing during school. He loves to see them have fun and know that they’re learning. He feels envious each time though because his father didn’t let him go to school. He made him work at their farm all day. Constantly telling him he was only good for working in the fields so why waste time sending him to school. Although Jungkook never got a proper education that does not mean he isn’t smart. He’s very quick witted and knows his way around the world. He just has trouble reading things and some issues with math. The man who took Jungkook in and hired him as a ranch hand tried teaching him but it ended up with both of them getting frustrated.

Stopping his horse to watch the children and to say hello to Mrs. Choi, the kind teacher who he always greets. But instead of Mrs. Choi he is shocked to see a beautiful young woman there instead.

“Jinwoo, apologize to Yeunjae. It’s not nice to hit”, the woman says firmly. She is standing beside a crying boy who is holding onto her skirt for dear life.

“I’m sorry for hitting you”, another boy says while looking at the ground in shame. The first boy sniffles and mumbles “It’s ok.”

“Thank you, Jinwoo, for saying you’re sorry, now both of you run along and play with everyone else.”

The woman moves to sit on the steps of the school to watch over the children. While Jungkook sits watching her transfixed.

“Yah! Kookie hurry up!” Jimin yells at him already tying his horse up. At that the woman looks over and notices Jungkook staring. Jungkook panics and freezes at the eye contact. He finally snaps out of it and hurries to where Jimin and Taehyung were waiting blushing furiously. If Jimin and Taehyung saw how red his face is they didn’t say anything.

“Why were you taking so long?”, Taehyung asks as they walk into the loud smoke filled room.

“No reason, I just started spacing out.”

“Well, you better not do that later. Just because they’re getting paid doesn’t mean you shouldn’t try to show them a good time”, Jimin said as they navigated through the poker tables with high stakes games being played. Once they made it to the bar Taehyung ordered a full bottle of whiskey and three glasses. As soon as they sit down to start drinking a woman comes up to them.

“Why hello there Jimin. Did you really miss me that much?”, A woman said running her hand on Jimin’s chest.

“You know I always miss you Rosé”, he says making her giggle. “But I’m not here for me I’m here for my friend over there”, he pulls out some cash “I was hoping you could show him a good time. He’s never been with a woman.”

Rosé looks over at Jungkook while he tries to shrink in his chair. “Ooo Jimin look at what you brought me. A virgin and a cute one to boot. Yes, I’ll do it. I’ll send some of my other girls down for you two”, she says tucking the money into her bra as she approaches Jungkook and touches his cheek which makes him flinch.

“It’s ok honey, I don’t bite”, she smiles at him before she leans closer to his ear “unless you want me to.” He immediately turns red while she smirks at his reaction.

“C’mon big boy lets go upstairs”, she says as she grabs his hand and starts to lead him to the private rooms.

“Have fun!”, Taehyung yelled across the bar as they started up the stairs

“Don’t come back too fast!”, Jimin called after him. Jungkook just gives both of them dirty looks.

As they walked all the way to the end of the, surprisingly nice looking, hallway all that could be heard was the sound of sex. Loud moans of pleasure from women who didn’t care if anyone heard. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t getting a little aroused.

“Right in here, honey.” Rosé says as she opens the door to a room that smells faintly of vanilla. The room contents are sparse. Just a large bed, a wooden chair and a small table. Jungkook follows as she pulls him to the soft looking bed. “Go ahead and lay down for me.”

He follows orders as she gets on the bed and slowly starts running a hand down his chest to right above his belt buckle then back up again. She could feel him tense up. “It’s ok baby, I know you’re nervous but you don’t need to be. I know it’s your first time. I’ll be gentle I promise.”

Jungkook chokes on a breath when he feels her hand on the growing length between his legs. She smiles at his reaction “See you have nothing to worry about. Just relax and let me take care of you.”, she says gently squeezing him causing Jungkook to involuntary buck up into her hand.

As Rosé starts working on getting his belt undone Jungkook closes his eyes and thinks back to the pretty school teacher. That makes his dick twitch in his pants. Then he suddenly realizes where he is and what’s happening. “I-I-I’m sorry but I can’t do this” he says as he grabs Rosé’s wrist.

“What’s the matter? Are you not comfortable? We can try something else.”

Jungkook stands up and redoes his belt. “No, that’s not it. I just...” he pauses embarrassed “I just didn’t want it to happen this way.”

She looks at him as she puts two and two together. “They’re making you do this, huh.” He just nods “That’s alright Hun, I’m not in the business of forcing anyone to do what they don’t want to. Although, I was really looking forward to you being inside me” she pouts as Jungkook’s face turns even redder “I’ll cut you a deal. If you ever change your mind in the future I won’t charge you.”

“Thank you”, Jungkook says visibly relieved.

Jungkook got up and adjusted himself before walking out the door. His nose is once again filled with the smell of smoke and alcohol as opposed to the sweet vanilla of Rosé’s room. He makes his way through the small crowd of rowdy drunk men. He looked toward the bar to see if Jimin and Taehyung were still there. When he couldn’t see them he went for the door. Once outside in the fresh air he sighed, going to where their hoses were.

“Hey, Dolly”, the horse as dark as coal snorted at him and bumped her nose against his hand. Beside her a light grey stallion tosses his head and whinnies at Jungkook trying to get his attention. “Aish, I see you Silver no need to have a fit.”

Before he can give the fussy horse some attention Jungkook caught the sound of school children running along the street. He perked up as he saw the woman walking along with some of the children making sure they don’t get trampled by wagons as they travel in the street. Her y/h/c hair was done up nicely and her light blue dress flowed as she held the hand of a little girl.

The woman must have felt him staring because she looked to where Jungkook was, making eye contact with him. Jungkook reacted by ducking out of sight.

What he didn’t see was the woman chuckle to her self as she was pulled away by the impatient children.

Once out of sight he took some deep breaths and touched his face face trying to calm down. He couldn’t understand why he was feeling this way. He’s seen beautiful women before but he’s never felt much towards them. Even when they practically throw themselves at his feet. What made her so special?

Jin hyung loves to talk about love at first sight but Jungkook always tunes him out when he gets worked up about the subject. Now he’s thinking Jin might be onto something.

About twenty minutes later Jimin and Taehyung come through the swinging saloon doors with huge smiles. Taehyung wrestles Jungkook into a headlock knocking his hat off and messing up his hair.

“Aww, my little Jungkookie is a man now”, Taehyung says as he lets Jungkook go, pretending to wipe away a tear. while Jungkook scowls at him brushing the dirt off his hat.

“So how was it?”, Jimin asks as he unties the knot he tied Silver’s reins into.

“It was ok”, Jungkook says trying to avoid Jimin’s eyes. “Just ok?”, Taehyung asks in disbelief.

“I-I mean great! Amazing! I wish I would have done that sooner” Jungkook said laughing nervously.

“Right?! There’s nothing better than good pussy!”, Taehyung exclaims a little too loud earning them some glares from the ladies across the street. Jimin just gives Jungkook a look like he’s trying to see through his lie.

Jungkook deflects by hastily getting on his horse, “Are you guys ready? I want to go home.”

“Oh, you think you call the shots now? Kids these days have no respect”, Taehyung says dramatically.

“Hurry up”, Jungkook answers back.

The three men head out to back to the cattle ranch from which they came. On the way out Jungkook looks towards the old school building trying to catch a glimpse of the woman who has held his attention all day. Of course he knew she wouldn’t be there but he still feels disappointed.

Jungkook doesn’t fully understand what he’s feeling but one thing he knows for sure. He’s going to try to come to town as much as he can.

[elusive---ivory]

Little Clown pt 3

MERRY CHRISTMAS YOU FILTHY ANIMALS!!! It Christmas Eve, and here's my present to you guys 💕💕💕💕 You all are amazing and spectacular. This is a long one boys so hold on tight.

PAIRING: Arthur Fleck/Joker x Oc

WARNING: Smut (in the first half), Sub!Joker, and choking.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Taglist:

@princessgeekface @gloomyladyy @memory-mortis @mijachula

Sandy woke up to the soft sound of water running. She got up noticing her lack of clothing. Last night, Arthur and Sandy had a lot of 'catching up to do'. She smirked, walking into the bathroom, seeing Arthur already in the shower. Arthur's dyed green hair was dripping down his back.

"Hey, your hair is melting." Sandy joked, as she stepped in the shower with him.

Arthur chuckled, turning around, kissing Sandy's cheek.

"Everyone's looking for you. You know that right?" Sandy spoke softly, as she ran her fingers through his hair.

"I know. I'm famous. More so than that Bruce Wayne kid." Arthur bragged.

Sandy laughed. "Joker has really made a name for himself."

"You know it. I'm the king of Gotham." Arthur pulled Sandy close to him. "And you're my queen."

Sandy smiled, but her smile shifted into worry.

"What's wrong?" Arthur smirked, with brief concern in his eyes.

"It's nothing, dear." Sandy threw her hands around Arthur's neck, pulling him into a his.

Arthur kissed down her jaw to her neck.

"Arth-" Sandy's moan was cut off with a hush.

"Joker." Arthur whispered, nuzzled into her neck. Arthur bit her neck hard, drawing blood.

Sandy pushed Arthur away. "Fuck, Arthur. That hurt." She yelled.

Arthur laughed. "I'm sorry. It wasn't meant to hurt you."

Sandy smirked. "Looks like I gotta hurt you now."

Arthur's interest was peaked. He turned off the shower nozzle.

"I'm gonna hurt you so bad." Sandy drew out the word 'bad'.

"Oh? How are you going to hurt me, Sandy?" Arthur teased.

"You'll see." Sandy leaned over biting Arthur's ear.

Arthur moaned, laughing. "That didn't hurt."

Sandy pulled back, placing her hands on his jugular. She tightly squeezed it.

Arthur gasped. His eyes widened as Sandy smiled sweetly, squeezing harder.

"Sandy. S-sandy." Arthur choked out.

Sandy chuckled. "Oh, baby. Doesn't it feel good."

Arthur nodded. He felt her long nails scratch down his neck, leaving marks.

Sandy took her hands off Arthur's throat. "Lay down." She demanded.

Arthur obeyed, feeling his blood pressure rise. He felt mesmerized by Sandy. He had never seen her so dominant before. It was almost if she made a transformation herself. In this moment, he didn't feel like he was inside Sandy, but inside someone controlling her.

Sandy got on top of him, putting her hands back on his throat.

Arthur grabbed onto her hips as Sandy grinded onto him, rocked back and forth on him. He felt himself be in and out of her without lifting a finger. He felt the pressure rise inside of him.

"Tell me, Joker. Could Harley ever ride you like this? Could she make you her bitch? I didn't think so. You know damn well that I can fuck you better than that ditzy blonde. You're already yearning for me, boy. You just try to cover it up with your tough guy person. I know that's all a facade. Doesn't it feel good, Artie. Doesn't just feel like heaven?"

Sandy smirked, keeping a tight grip on his neck, but leaving it a little loose. Red marks appeared all around Arthur's neck as Sandy dug her nails deeper.

Arthur went wild. He had the biggest grin planted on his face. The feeling was too much. He gasped tiny moans as felt himself release. He tilted his head back, breathing heavily.

Sandy let out an breathy moan, leaving her hands to go limp, and fall onto Arthur's chest.

Arthur looked at Sandy with half-lidded eyes. His hand crept up to her cheek, rubbing it softly.

"I love you, Sand-" Sandy cut Arthur off with her lips.

"Dolly." She whispered.

Arthur smirked. "Dolly." He repeated.

Ruth woke up early. Usually, she would wake up after her mother made her breakfast, but today seemed different. Ruth noticed clothes sprawled all over the living room.

To her notice, she also saw the ashtray filled all the way up with cigarettes. Sandy never smoked that much unless she was really stressed out.

Ruth saw him in the kitchen. His green locks shined in the light of the morning sun, smoking a cigarette. Ruth hid behind the kitchen wall. Another thing she noticed was he was wearing her mother's robe. Ruth looked up at him, cautiously.

Arthur saw Ruth's copper hair again the kitchen hallway. He defused his cigarette and walked towards her.

Ruth froze as her eyes met with his.

"Hey, honey. What are you doing up?" Arthur asked, looking down at the frightened girl.

Ruth stuttered. "I was, uh, just getting some, uh, milk."

Arthur smiled. "Oh. Is that right? Ruth, is it?" He asked, trying to remember his own daughter's name.

Ruth nodded hesitantly.

"Your mother picked a beautiful name." Arthur sighed, disassociating.

Ruth looked at Arthur strangely. "Why are you still here, Mr. Joker?" She asked, still very frightened by him.

Arthur didn't understand why Ruth was so afraid of him. He didn't have his clown makeup on. "What's wrong with me staying here?" Arthur asked, kneeling down to Ruth's level.

"My mommy will be upset." Ruth said, obviously making up an excuse. Truth be told, Ruth didn't trust Joker, then again, she didn't trust really anyone. Ruth was told that people in Gotham were cruel and mean. It was up to her to fix it, and make Gotham a better place. Of course, many people would disagree with her.

Arthur chuckled. "Well, your mother would've already kicked me out if she didn't want me here."

Ruth froze. "Um, well, I don't want you here." She stuttered.

Arthur feigned sadness. "Oh, looks like I'm gonna sleep out on the streets." He mocked, fake crying.

Ruth felt bad. "I'm sorry. You can stay, but my room is off limits."

Arthur smiled again, pulling Ruth into a hug. "Thanks, Ruthie. It means a lot to me."

Sandy stood in the hallway, fully dressed. "Ruth, come over here." She called, from the living room.

Sandy sat Ruth down, gently. "I'm sure you've gotten well acquainted with Joker, here."

Ruth nodded. "Why is he here?" Ruth whispered, hushed.

"It's complicated, my dear. You see, Joker is, well, your father." Sandy uttered those words hesitantly, expecting Ruth's reaction.

Ruth's eyes widened. "This isn't true, is it? Mommy?" A tear fell down Ruth's face.

Sandy's face soften as she wiped the tear of her daughter's face. "It is."

Ruth looked over at Joker, then looked back at her mother. She furrowed her eyebrows for a sec, then all emotion wiped off her face.

"I'll be in my room, Mommy." Ruth spoke, monotonously. She pushed past Sandy, and slammed her bedroom door.

Sandy sighed, frustrated. She felt immense guilt about lying to her daughter. Keeping the charade up for this long wore on Sandy.

Arthur lingered in the doorway, smirking. "She'll learn to like me. I may not have fantastic looks, but at least I have a charming personality." He mocked, flopped onto the couch next to Sandy.

"You have good looks too. You're easy to fall for." Sandy smirked, nuzzling up to Arthur.

"Awww, shucks, Dolly. You're too kind." Arthur smiled.

Sandy smiled. "You got me falling for you even more."

Arthur smirked, kissing Sandy softly on her lips. "And, I've gotten very attached to you. I thought about you a lot. I couldn't keep my mind on anything else in Arkham. The first time you didn't show up to our visits I was worried. It was so lonely in the hospital. I just wanted you in my arms. When I was let out to the common area, I spoke to no one. I isolated myself, until Miss Quinn said I was spending too much time lingering on the past. I would roll my eyes. I didn't care much about what she was saying, but she promised me freedom. I like to think about that morning me and you met. How elegant you looked. You remember, don't you? In that very elevator, you actually talked to me, and looked at me in a way no one had before."

Arthur held Sandy close to him, softly petting her hair. "I never want to be apart from you, again, Sandy."

Sandy's head rested on Arthur's chest, hearing his rapid heartbeat from his ribcage.

"Who was Harley Quinn in Arkham, anyway?" Sandy asked.

Arthur let out a frustrated sigh. "She was psychiatrist that lost her mind in Arkham. I don't remember how, because I didn't really listen to her. I do remember meeting her in the common room."

Arthur scoffed. "She said she couldn't stand to see me in Arkham, seeing as miserable as I was. I told her that I needed someone to watch after you, so she did. Harley told me she wanted to escape this hellish life in Arkham and wanted to run away with me. I don't remember the answer, but it wasn't no. I was upset and heartbroken, because I was convinced that you left me. What changed my mind about Harley was because she threatened to hurt a kid."

Arthur paused for a second, feeling the rage build up in his chest. "Before, I even knew that she was my kid." Arthur trailed off.

A loud scream came from Ruth's bedroom. Sandy and Arthur both got up and headed for the door.

"RUTH!" Sandy yelled, kicking down the door.

The window was broken, along with vines crawling up the window.

Sandy dropped to the ground sobbing.

[seenashwrite]

Nash Recaps The Back Half Of Season 12 - Part One.

Pt. 1 / Pt. 2 / Pt. 3 / Pt. 4

[Note: these are lengthy & have lotsa images, just an FYI before you start]

Good news: soooo many CASPN notes for the S12 Side Deck, and I have re-named each episode with some of these brain droppings. Not-so-good news: my capitalization and punctuation were tossed aside for the following as I was droppin' said brainage in the moment. Rapidly. With much gusto.

And I'm kinda blunt. No, I'm way blunt. I'm cranky. I didn't care for this season. Too many irons in the fire and the writing wasn't robust enough or tight enough to pull it off.  But the best episode of the season is in this bunch, and I wax near damn poetic. I read back through it, and overall it’s entertaining terlit readin’. Hope you enjoy.

Oh, and blame @ilsawasanacrobat for this, there was mild encouragement on her part and that, as y'all know, is all that's needed to egg me on.

12.15 - "A Pregnant Bitch Named Ramsay"

jesus wept, this dragged, that there was maybe a 20 minute story, edits should've started with that painfully long intro; glasses always a plus; good dean/sam banter; handful of good crowley lines; Rando Chick + Rando Doggie Chow = Dean + Sam obvious comparison is obvious #anvil drop #treat your viewers like they're smart #they'll rise to the occasion

soooo done with sam being a lying liar, why they fall back on this shtick I'll never know - wait yeah I do: lazy  #waves at writer's room  

we'll give this one The *Look* Of The Episode.....

so.... largely 'meh', HOWEVER!!!!

Dearest writer who ended this round of said shtick/the episode with shot of Dean's resigned facial expression, to the answering phone with "This is Sam", and hard cut to black?

[chef's kiss] perfection, this is gooooooood shit, that's what I'm lookin' for  #not an anvil in sight #subtlety reigns supreme #believe people the first time #when they tell you #who they are

~ Skip this next one if you like the claire character/find the portrayal anything beyond mediocre, because I don't pull punches ~

12.16 -  "The Voting On Claire's Life"

I prepped dinner through the whole "this shit happened" montage and the two throwaway characters, I was glad they got attacked, heard them from the kitchen, despite having no idea what was said, still know they were very attackable

Oh dean, saying mick's repressing things, that's adorable you lil' kettle, make sure to hit the pot up with more advice later

dear set designer: stop using those bright yellow-railed utility stairs in locations so much, or else paint 'em, I only watch these episodes once but I still notice because they're Bright. Farging. Yellow  #that's the goddamn garage set #and we all know it

magda = one of those missed opportunities, re: too many irons; madga shoulda been off to jody's and donna's posthaste

yes, werewolf on loose, and 'tis true you and your brother were raised to be a team and avoid going off alone when possible but I know better having accumulated about 5 minutes of experience in the field, do stop treating me like a kid, oh very large experienced manly hunter who cares about me, I shall in my 12 year old wisdom take off down yonder path with ridiculous-looking headphones blasting shite music, whatever would be the problem with this decision

holy fuck, empathy and inner reflection, I mean, sort-of, because she's still making everything about her. how the situation she got herself into with magnificent stupidity and the repercussions it therefore spawned impacts her feels, though she's trying to sell it as consideration for jody but her million other actions are better representations of how much she considers jody, and as jody was prepared to love her zombie son and loved her adopted freshly un-vampired daughter without knowing what ripple effects that could have on alex, she would likely welcome a wolfed-claire in with open arms, were claire willing to fight but, ya see, she's not, not really, and does she honestly think being dead will be okey-dokey with jody, and blah blah blah, and were claire and I married in a past life, because she's got the whole obtuse husband routine down cold

can we just let it marinate for a second that this actress/character continues on while shoshannah stern/eileen - and the exceptional actress/magda character - did not? and I KNOW she costs more, her agent must be phenomenal, see below, RE: cast in golden-globe-winning and multi-oscar-nominated tv miniseries and movie, respectively

I loathe the claire character, and >50% of it comes via lazy development on the writers' parts,  but if you want to bask in more of that dead-eyed-dolly delivery, this chick plays Everything. Exactly. The. Same. Way. in "Big Little Lies" and "Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, MO", and I'm not being snarky or hyperbolic -  I'd reserved judgment throughout her tenure on the show, but at this point I'm less on the fence, she's gotten better material and been surrounded by pretty fucking high-caliber actors  in those other 2 than spn writers/casting have provided, so.... yeah.... and in real life, she's got a great personality, I've seen it in clips that go around of interviews or whatever, not a clue what happens when they call "action" it's like she immediately deflates - it was hooooorribly evident in the pilot for wayward, all those other gals - patience/kaia/alex - showed range and had light in their eyes and felt natural in their characters, then there was ol' faithful flat face over yonder.... the lil' kid actors, particularly the one playing her younger sister, in BLL run rings around her.... and sweet lord, she had to share screentime with frances mcdormand in 3BB, can you imagine? I'd be wearing Depends, and the kid playing her brother held his own pretty well [he is *palpably* nervous in his scenes w/FMcD] but I tell ya, with her, it goes from painful [spn] to cringy [BLL] to second-hand embarassment in 3BB, and real fast

but  speaking of SPN/WS writers, I am hoping for some maturity in wayward, like we've seen in alex, and patience is clearly already mature, just new to the game, and kaia I have a feeling is gonna rock our heads off...  occasional ptsd ripples are fine/justified, so are handfuls of learning-curve mistakes, but if I wanted to watch a show about whiny teens fucking up over and over again, then, um, I would #waves at showrunner(s)  #teens aren't one-trick-ponies  #go, like, talk to one #and if you're basing her off  #your own kids' behavior?  #bless your hearts  #legit  #what PITAs

what is UP with the the flashbacks and flashsideways at the end?! ugh. were not needed

y'know, Tiff @butiaintgonnaloveem told me, she TOLD ME not to bother watching this episode, and I did it anyway, and I keep having to get up and walk away and come back, it is taking me like three hours to get through this ass disaster OKAY okay I'm done you're all better than me, it's why I'm a pseudo-fan because.... because..... grrrr..... never mind, I'll channel it elsewhere.....

the awesomesauce was of course the plethora of quality "looks" between the guys and what is, dare I say, not only The *Look* Of The Episode, but possibly The *Look* Of The Season:

Bottom line - they could've accomplished the "hey there's mick get to like him better 'cause we're gonna kill him dead here in a bit" without the claire element; have I mentioned I loathe claire, I *loathe* claire, they have boned that character and didn't even take it out to dinner first, I mean, daughter of an angel, essentially? cool-ass chick hunter? I'm in, but this is what we got, and.... I'm stopping, I swear....

#pleasepickupwaywardsothatactresswillnotbeonthisshowagainatleastnotasoftenokthxbye

12.17 - "Ketch's Fierce Manspread on the Bedspread"

lady, shut uuuuuuuup, why is her blah-blah so looooooong

oh... oh, my.... well, golly.... to snitch a line from back when the scripts were tight and trippy: sweet Peter on a popsicle stick

but... but why? I don't get the need for this, it's.... [heaving sigh] damn this is stupid, and that's an objective not a subjective, and here's why: math, specifically the math on their acceptance numbers - and not counting legacies, they couldn't put legacies in this, I don't care what they say because the powers that be aren't gonna pony up their grandbabies, it's why rich elites' kids magically don't get drafted into military service - so just the plain ol' recruiting AND retention rates would have to be of such a high margin to balance out this "to the death" bullshit that there's no way it would be sustainable, the math doesn't follow; The Kingsmen* did this better; also, I appreciate giving the BMoLs a touch of "umph" because their primary shtick is almost fucking to the letter a re-hash of Buffy's arc with the British Watcher's Council, complete with speeches on how not everything out in monster hunting land is black and white, the pointing out of buffy's willingness to work with vampires and witches, plus poor man's Wesley, a.k.a. Mick [sorry dude - perhaps more time and you'd have risen to that level but them's big shoes to fill], so yeah, I'm glad for the punch of something insidious or creepy, but this was just eye-roll-worthy

* no, Nash - The Kingsmen did "Louie Louie"; you mean to say "Kingsman".... and what say you, Colin Firth?

Opening scene in impala w/the 3 of them flows smoothly, feels natural,  is delicious #good shit

dear dabb: is there a reason how everybody, and their mother, and their dogs, their minister, their bikini waxer, their accountant, and their under-the-table weed dealer knows that the winchesters are, um, unbeatable and unkillable to boot, except for the stuffily stereotypically-stereotypical british broad who's supposedly in-the-know about all things monster? does she even apocalypse? so, SO stupid. dabb, you & the S12 writers couldn't plot your way out of a graveyard even if death was co-piloting the backhoe

oh blah blah dickensian street orphan blah - stop fisting my face with useless backstory on mick. staaaaaaahhhhp. we get it. he's a soft-hearted sweetie, they thought they'd be gathering up a litter of wayward psychopaths, lucked out with a Ketch (probs more than one, tbh) and amongst them was cockney potter poor man's wesley wyndham pryce.  WE GOT IT HE'S ADORABLE HE'S DEAD MEAT

ah, so early we find you, The *Look* Of The Episode....

....which, that watermark  reminds me, a hearty #fuckoffriverdale  Pictured below: dean channeling me, when I'm thinking about how someone actually paid someone else for the oh-so-original idea of taking something cheeky-campy-fun and going all broody-angsty-dark with it like, say, Archie Comics.....

this chick playing dagon is tops, which is how I knew early on she'd be dead meat. hey, look! it's cousin oliver!

if they snuck something eerie into the sonogram then I missed it - and I checked - so if there was, it wasn't obvious enough. they ain't got a pair over in ye olde graphics hub, because if animators have no chill with sticking dicks into rando scenes in cartoons so that bible belt mommies get the vapors, the least they coulda done is given us a preview of the forthcoming creepy ass smile.  devil parasite teeth coulda been some stephen king shit right there

historically/more-often-than-not, the show make-ups and/or over-barrel-curls and/or lights [indoors] most of the women in such a way that they perpetually look 10-to-15 years older than their actual age, but my good gravy did they do right by shoshannah in the beer clink scene, hair and makeup and lighting on damn point, so refreshing to see, because our #deadmeat loaf needed a third yummy ingredient, I suppose ::sigh::

hey thanks for making crowley out to be a fucking idiot in that unneeded, added nothing, “why was it even in there?”, “I guess there were contract minimums to meet, so here we are” scene

that orderly, mannered, turn-by-turn, ever-so-slowly-rolled, dagon fling-away processional made me burst out laughing so hard that I woke up the dogs  hahahahahahaahaha  [wheeze] HAAAAAAAAhahahahaha   #when the nash nieces and nephews choreograph fight scenes in the living room

real talk? the mary and ketch dynamic has my support 1000%, that scene made me like them - together and separately - quite a bit. I had actually caught this scene in the midst of whatever I was doing the night it originally aired, and it was enough to distract me into paying attention, and also because I couldn't figure what was with the one-leg-out-up-and-bent post-coital lounging thing happening

well-executed execution, knew it was coming [both because t-bag giffage, and, um, hello see above, re: dabb & co ain't never met an anvil they didn't wanna drop], but even so - the timing was good, they didn't let his speech drag out too long, even though ol' girl's THE COOOOOODE speech was too long. still. they got-in/got-out fairly well

holy shitsnacks. THE CODE. THE LORE. #mindblowers #CASPN Crew feels me on this

12.18 - "A Goat Dude With A Name Like A Pirate's"

oh poor man's Jay Baruchel's about to eat it, ain't he? we were actually getting a cheeky lil' cold open here for once  :::sigh:::

GOAAAAAAT HEAD HAMMER STRIIIIIIIKE JERKY ZOOM IN YAAAAAASSSSS this is the show I signed up for. This. This right here.

give the very magnetic guest sheriff all the gold stars, he is phenomenal, every line delivery, the pacing, the proud-papa eyeballing of the taxidermy, ALL OF IT

it is exactly seven minutes and forty-eight seconds in, and I am actually adoring this episode STOP EVERYTHING IT'S HAPPENING I MIGHT BE TIP-TOEING NEAR THE FAN LINE

rando urban legend [nods], good.... diner banter, very good.... dean sizing up the utterly basic average waitress, annoyed sam tries to press on,  good good.... [nods again, reaches for snack, settling in] ah-HA! it's the first THE LORE of the episode, hey, should I be documenting those, too?  no. no, I don't have that kind of time

sorry, my dude

lookit the soft, pretty snow.... [sniffs]

his mjolnir is like a lil' repurposed beer stein.....

I just looked up who wrote this - he has written a grand total of 2 eps, this one, and the other he had to (I've no doubt) carry Dabb on: the wrestling one, which was littered with great moments, places for the guys to stretch their acting legs as it were, nice nostalgia/insight about their childhood that was just kinda floated out there vs. laxative-like exposition, had some fantastic crowley/cas dialogue to boot, and.....  and......

WHY IS HE NOT ALLOWED TO WRITE MORE THINGS, HE GETS THIS SHOW

Sam bringin' it home - I know we're not done yet, but I'm placing my bets now that this is, to be sure, The *Look* Of The Episode:

oh it's this dude. he's the goat. placing my bets there, too. I find his eyebrows off-putting. goat head = smart move. if he ain't the goat, then he's playing this way too weird. actually if he *is* the goat, he's playing this way too weird  #that's a director anvil #I don't blame the writers

Ketch brand sneery snark is so marvelous..... goooooood tension with the flashlight slow walk peek in grate...... the sound/music is on point...... this is the best episode of the season, easily. like, it'll have to whiff it hard from here on out for me to hate it....  YES KETCH YAAAASSSSSS that fucking telescope in a basement..... music here is nailing it, too, it's very jessica jones-ish..... and THANK YOU for just showing them bugging the place, no stupid exposition on here is where we're putting them, here's how we're gonna monitor the frequency bleh bleh bleeecccchhh

THANK YOU WRITER, YOU ARE GOOD AT THIS, SO GOOOOOOD WHEN WILL THEY LET YOU WRITE MORE OF THE THINGS

that family business line coulda gone hella cheesy anvil drop [whispers --- like the on-a-hunt one in wayward pilot sorry-not-sorry] but here it worked, great delivery, great ackles face pull, they hit the moment and it was gone as soon as it came, nicely done

god bless, even the *lighting* is great, the aforementioned grating basement thing, this red in the freezer, dry ice is a touch much but HOOVES ARE THOSE HOOVES OR JUST REALLY CLUNKY BOOTS

the continued hammer-and-sam interactions are not passing me by, I don't know why this is a thing, but I'm not fighting it

that fizzle crackle colt through-and-through tho.... LOOOOVE

did he just dissolve-fart into some paint that I swear to god I'd used for a bathroom I was being wishy-washy on regarding color so I went with this flat pewter neutral garbage? DID I PAINT THE BATHROOM THE COLOR OF MELTED GOD

and what exactly did the monster look like, hmm? WE DON'T KNOW IT DOESN'T MATTER THAT'S WHY IT'S BETTER  #it’s the Jaws under the water thing #the trick to making situations unsettling is #not showing all your cards

then..... and..... and.... and  then.......

THAT IS HOW YOU DO A FLASHBACK SEQUENCE

let us not forget that this episode also spawned the greatest outtake that ever outtaked #chupacabra

okay, so, to sum up......  I've seen the finale, so since I'm done here, this means 4 more to go, but lemme say now......

Best. Episode. Of. The. Season. 

plot to dialogue to casting to execution to set design to sound to costuming to lighting - granted,  minor quibble in that the villain played it a squinch too obvious - but this was as close to flawless as I've seen since earlier seasons, the most recent being.... my mind drifts to something in the 9/10 ballpark but I couldn't say what just now.... beyond this nightmare of a season and the molasses drag that was the darkness arc, for sure.  anyway. yeah. #good shit

Part two whenever I get around to binge-a-palooza again. I can do this. I might do this. Nah, I will. Eventually.

[littlebigdreamer]

Day 3.

Dear Friend,

How are you? Today I started the day quite off(?)--by that I mean, I was almost late to class. For some reason, and it may be due to how I’ve started the other days, I mistook my timing. I thought my class started at 2pm when actually it finishes at 2pm and starts at 12pm. I should’ve left the house at 11am but I only just started showering at 11am! Anyway, I didn’t let that dampen my spirits, as I took responsibility and paid my consequence by ordering an Ola that charged me $18.82.

Omg. This driver. I swear. Could not drive! Starting off, he sped straight past the

round-about when he should’ve made a right turn into my street. I didn’t want to judge him too early, but the map would’ve showed him to turn right, and why was he speeding? Then, at a peculiar junction (I do have to admit this is a hard one to cross), with no signs that said “one way”, however, and his map showing to cross the street to get to the other side of the road, he made a left turn... I quickly corrected him of course, goodness this man. So I figured this guy is probably just not a confident driver so I thought, well, that’s reassuring. As soon as we entered the freeway, I had my suspicions--the car felt a little... slow? So I glanced over his side to see his speed and, lo and behold, this guy was doing 80km/hr in a 100km zone... in the middle lane. And then I had to correct him again with which lane to take to get to the correct exit (despite shown on the map)--I just really think this guy overestimated his driving abilities and just wanted to get easy cash.

I was paying this guy to drive me to uni--gosh the consequences I had to bear! A ride that was expected to cost me $16 turned out to be $18--anymore and I would’ve lost my sh*t. Because we now know it was because of his driving, and not traffic. The things that test my patience is quite ridiculous honestly.

I know, I know, I shouldn’t complain--at least he got me to my destination safe and in one piece. But could you imagine if something terrible happened and it was because of his driving though? I believe I have the right to complain on this one. 1 star for him unfortunately.

Anyway, first day of class today, and it must be the same with everyone else because there was a surplus of students walking around today compared to previous days. Thankfully, I wasn’t too late that I couldn’t grab my morning coffee first! So, surprising news today, I discovered that someone I knew was in the same class as me this semester for one of my units! I was surprised because I never expected to see her in this unit at all! It was a shame I came in a bit late to class, otherwise we might’ve sat next to each other. Oh well, there’s always next class!

Instead I sat down and caught up with my other colleague who’ve been in the same class as me since last year, Dolly. We both have lectures to catch up to, so I’ll end this at that. Until next time!

Love,

Little Big Dreamer.

[artificialqueens]

Coming Home Chapter 5 (Shalaska) - Jem

AN: I don’t know why I can never escape writing angst… oops lol. Please enjoy and let me know what you think if you feel like it. <3

Alaska makes a mistake, Violet opens up about her past, Sharon is perfect and beautiful.

Tw: depression mention, addiction and alcoholism mention.

Chapter 5

Alaska was shocked into reality by her phone ringing. It was very faint at first, and she almost didn’t notice it with the fuzz in her head. As the sound began to break into her thoughts, she finally realized what it was, and scrambled to reach for the device.

“Alaska?” Violet’s voice was very meek through the phone. “Yeah?” “Um… I was just wondering, are you coming to get me from school soon?” Alaska looked at the time on her phone. Shit. It was 6:26, almost an hour and a half since Violet’s detention had ended. “Yes! Shit, I mean crap. I’m coming to get you right now don’t worry.” “Are you sure? I can take transit, if it’s easier.” “No, I don’t want you to pay money for that. I’m leaving right now, I’m so sorry Violet.” “It’s totally fine.” Alaska dropped the project she’d been working on, fumbling around the messy studio to find her keys. She swore she’d left them on the table. She picked up the planning sheets covering the surface only to find the paint-stained wood underneath. Not there. Alaska turned to check on top of one of her shelves, and knocked over a glass of water in the process. “Shit!” She yelled. “Shit fucking shit.” The water began to spread across the floor, making the tile slippery, but she didn’t have time to clean it up. Finally, she stumbled over to her apron that was hanging from a chair, and located her keys in the pocket. She was a sight for sore eyes, but she ran downstairs and hopped in the car as quickly as she could. ——- “Violet, I am so sorry, that will never happen again.” “Really it’s fine, I didn’t wait that long.” Violet didn’t tell her that she’d started to worry; it seemed counter-productive. Alaska seemed frazzled; her hair was a mess, and her clothes were ill-fitting and covered in paint. The weirdest part was her face was bare, free from the meticulous makeup she usually wore.

“No I just feel horrible though, I told you 5:00, and I just completely forgot.”

“If it’s easier for you, I can just take the school bus home every day. I know you’re busy.” “I can make time.” Alaska gripped a little harder on the steering wheel, obviously still angry with herself. “I remember how horrible it was taking the bus when I was in high school, and I work at home so it’s so easy for me to get you. I promise I’ll be there from now on.”

Violet considered trying to assure her foster mother more that it was fine, but it seemed like there was little she could say. She was stuck in her own head and words were just bouncing off her today.

Alaska was quiet the whole way home, and Violet could almost see the tension rolling off her body. When they arrived at the apartment, the woman seemed to calm down a bit. They got upstairs and Alaska paused in the kitchen. “Are you hungry?” She asked Violet. “A bit.” The girl admitted. Detention and putting up with Matt had worn her out. Alaska opened the fridge. “Shit.” She said quietly. “I mean shoot, sorry Violet.” Violet just smiled. She could handle swearing, and it was funny to her that Alaska always tried to censor herself around her.

“I forgot to go to the grocery store.” It was a very unimportant statement, but it seemed to be heavy to Alaska. She was frozen in place, staring into the contents of the fridge, but her mind seemed like it was elsewhere. “We can just order in?” Violet suggested. She pulled the stack of take-out pamphlets off the counter and began to rifle through them. “Here, we can get Indian food delivered right to the house. I can wait to eat until dinner, I’m not that hungry.” Alaska nodded but her eyes seemed distant. She disappeared for an hour after they ordered and didn’t emerge until the food arrived. Even once they’d both settled down at the table, she was quiet as they ate. Violet tried to brush off the anxiety in her chest at Alaska’s weird behaviour. She was a busy woman and probably had a lot on her mind, that was all. She turned on the tv to distract them both, the sound of the news becoming white noise. Violet didn’t know if she should ask if something was wrong. It wasn’t a big deal, right? Sure she’d been left at the school for a little longer than she’d have liked, and sure they’d had to order takeout. It was hardly the biggest mistake a foster parent had made with Violet. Then why did it seem like Alaska was beating herself up over it?

Violet’s foster mother barely touched her food before she cleaned up her own plate.

“You can put your dishes in the sink.” She finally spoke. “I’ll do them later tonight.”

Violet just nodded and Alaska retreated, either back to her studio or her bedroom. The girl didn’t want to leave more work for her or Sharon, so she threw out the takeout containers and did her best to clean up the kitchen and fill up the dishwasher.

The TV droned on, but Violet wasn’t paying attention to it, so she turned it off.

The only sound was the whirring sound of the Clean cycle of the dishwasher.

——— When Violet woke up she felt like something was off. It was Tuesday, but there wasn’t the usual hustle and bustle around the house. Usually, in the morning, either Sharon or Alaska were in the kitchen, cleaning, talking, or sometimes even singing; they were both pretty good too.

However, everything was quiet this morning.

Violet got up out of bed, creeping over to her door carefully as to not disturb the silence. The lights were all off in the hallway, and natural sunlight seeped in through the windows and bouncing off the walls. Violet walked across the apartment and found Sharon and Alaska’s room had the light on, and the door was ajar. From the gap, she could see Sharon sitting on the side of the bed, where Alaska was still lying down. They were talking quietly, but Sharon noticed her standing outside and looked up to meet her gaze. “Sorry.” Violet said sharply, beginning to turn away. “It’s fine, I’ll be out in just a minute.” Sharon told her. Violet just made her way back to the kitchen, taking a spot at the counter. Sure enough, Sharon joined her just a few minutes later. “Hey Violet, can I talk to you?” “Yeah.”

“So, I just wanted to talk to you about Alaska.” “Ok.” Violet couldn’t help but feel a little uneasy. Sharon’s tone of voice worried her a bit, but there was part of her that wanted, and needed, to know what was going on.

“It’s important to me, to both of us, that we don’t keep things from you.”

“Ok.” Violet repeated. She appreciated the honesty. So many times in the past she’d been completely isolated from her foster families, treated more like the family pet than a member.

“Alaska has been having a really hard day.” The woman began. “And this isn’t a one time thing, it happens every once in awhile. In our youth we both struggled with addiction.”

Violet tensed up at the familiar words.

“I know that’s scary,” Sharon reassured her. Surely the woman had read Violet’s file and knew about her past. “but I want to explain to you that it’s ok. We’re both totally in control; in fact I never had to quit drinking cold turkey. Alaska always had a harder time with it. She’s been clean and sober for a good ten years now, but when stress or depression hits, it’s hard on her.” Violet nodded in understanding, trying not to overthink the situation just yet.

“She won’t relapse. I’m here to help make sure, but she is strong enough on her own. I just wanted you to know that she’s totally ok, and she’ll surely be fine tomorrow but sometimes this stuff happens.” Sharon gave her a comforting squeeze on the shoulder as she finished.

“I understand.” “And I don’t want you to be afraid because of this. You can talk to me, or her anytime about it, ok?” “Ok.” Violet took a moment to think before speaking. “Is it because of me? Because of yesterday?” She dared to ask.

“Oh no, honey.” Sharon shook her head. “Alaska just puts a lot of pressure on herself to get things right, and when she doesn’t, she takes it really hard.”

Violet could understand that. She still didn’t think what had happened was that big a deal, but from a parent’s perspective, maybe it was.

Sharon drove her to school that morning instead of Alaska, and at the end of the day it was Sharon who picked her up. Violet tried very hard not to be scared, and the emotions rolling around in her stomach were confusing. Her own mother had been addicted to heroin, cocaine, and probably a cocktail of other drugs, and it had been the reason why she’d been unfit to care for Violet. She, for some reason, had never even thought that Sharon and Alaska might have had similar struggles. She berated herself a bit for idolizing them; it was very unlike her to put people on a pedestal. They were just so good and different from anyone she’d ever had care for her, and she allowed herself to be swept away. However, she also tried not to be a pessimist about it. It wasn’t like anything had changed, really. Everyone had their demons, and Sharon and Alaska were wonderful people who would surely never let this become a problem, right?

Instead of going home, she asked Sharon if she could drop her off at Fame’s. She hadn’t given her friend any notice, but going home to the quiet apartment didn’t sound fun to her. Sharon seemed pleasantly surprised that she wanted to go out and see her friend, seeing as she spent so much time at home alone.

When she knocked on the door, it was Fame’s mother who answered.

“Oh hello.” She said in a sweet voice. “You must be Violet? I’m Dolly, Fame’s mom.”

“Hi, Dolly, is Fame here?” Violet had never met the woman before, and she seemed so different from Fame in appearance. She was wearing a baggy t-shirt, jeans, and fuzzy slippers.

“Yes, dear. She’s just upstairs, I’m sure you know the way. Let me know if you two need anything, I can get some snacks ready. A little thing like you could surely use something to eat. I’m sure Fame would love to have you over for dinner, if your parents don’t mind, that is.” She rambled on.

Ah, there was the resemblance. The woman definitely had the same tendency for words as her daughter.

“Thanks Dolly, I’ll let you know.” She made her way up the stairs and to Fame’s room. When she arrived, her friend was lying on her stomach on her bed, texting frantically. She was quite a sight. She’d changed out of her school clothes and was wearing purple pajamas with a lipstick motif. Her blonde hair was up in a ponytail, but her face was still painted to perfection.

“Oh, Violet!” She said from her spot, obviously surprised to see her. She hopped off the bed to give Violet a trademark hug. “Oh dear, you’ll have to excuse my appearance. I didn’t know you were coming over.” When she stepped back from Violet she looked a bit self-conscious and her hands fidgeted with the sleeves of her purple pjs.

“You still look good, bitch, what are you talking about?” Violet told her. “I’m sorry for popping in at such short notice.”

“You know I’m always happy to see you, Violet, and you’re welcome here anytime.” Fame patted her bed to suggest that Violet could sit, so she joined her friend. “What’s going on?  Matthew didn’t give you more trouble did he?”

“No, he’s been pretty decent actually.” Violet paused, not sure if she should talk about what was really bothering her. “I guess I don’t know what I’m feeling right now. I’m a little scared, and I know I’m just overreacting.”

“What do you mean?” Fame seemed really concerned now.

“It’s not a big deal…” Violet tried to keep her friend from overdramatizing the situation. “I just, I found out that my foster parents used to be addicts, and I’m having a hard time reconciling the negativity that comes with those words with Sharon and Alaska, I guess?” Violet sort of regretted opening her mouth. “It’s stupid, I’m being weird, I probably shouldn’t have told you that.”

“Violet, you know you can talk to me.”

For some odd reason, she felt like she could continue. Fame may have been a bit of a talker, but she was also good at listening. “My mom was an addict,” she began. “and my dad probably was too but I never knew him. She used to forget about me all the time, and would spend all our money on drugs. She couldn’t survive without the high and it got her thrown in jail.” Violet explained how she knew that addiction was a strong vice; her mother had tried and failed to get clean many times. “I’m just afraid that even though Sharon and Alaska seem great, anything could happen.” She really didn’t want to lose everything she’d finally gained.

“I get why you’re scared.” Fame said. “You met my mom, right?”

“Yeah…?” Violet spoke tentatively.

“She was an addict too, before I was born. And I’m not trying to say that it’s so easy to get over it, but my mom is normal and supportive now after all these years. She knows how to deal with her tendency towards addiction. I’m sure your foster parents do too.”

“You’re probably right.” Violet appreciated her friend’s words. She just couldn’t help the thoughts of if Dolly, and Sharon and Alaska could overcome such an obstacle, why hadn’t her own mother been able to do the same?

“Not everyone deals with what life throws at them the same way. Some people can overcome it, and others can’t. It doesn’t mean they’re bad people either, it just means they need help.”

That made sense. Alaska and Sharon were there to help each other. Violet hadn’t been the help her own mother had needed.

“Thanks, Fame.” Violet whispered, leaning her head on her friend’s shoulder.

“Thank you for talking to me, Violet. I hope you know that I’m always here for you.”

——-

When Violet got home from dinner at Fame’s she was happy to see that Alaska was up and about the apartment again.

“Hey.” She greeted the teen, who took off her coat and shoes.

“Fame’s mom gave me a ride home.” Violet told her foster mother.

“That’s so nice of her.” Alaska drawled, pausing in the middle of sweeping the floor before speaking again. “I want to apologize for today, and for yesterday. I know Shar talked to you a bit already. I’m sorry that you had to see me like that.”

“It’s ok.” Violet brushed it off. Talking to Fame had made her feel much better about the situation.

“I’m sorry if I scared you. I’m feeling totally good now, but I didn’t want to ignore the fact that it happens sometimes. I’m trying so hard to do this all perfectly, and I apologize in advance for the slip ups I’m sure I’ll make.” Alaska fiddled with the broom handle, betraying her slight nervousness.

“Everyone messes up sometimes. It’s normal, and it’s ok. You really don’t have to apologize.” Violet assured her, and though her voice wasn’t softer than its regular tone, she meant it. It was a little weird to her that she was comforting Alaska, but it seemed to be working.

“I want you to know that both me and Noodles are so happy to have you here. I don’t know if we’ve said that yet, but Violet, you’ve been so wonderful.”

“I’m happy to be here too.”

Alaska reached out her arms to hug her, and Violet gratefully accepted. This was the woman she knew, and nothing had changed.

She headed to her room to do some homework, and as she walked down the hallway she noticed that every light fixture in the whole apartment was brightly lit, such a contrast to that morning. She knew things were going to be ok.