#i'm sure william could pull it off and be accepted

[twistedtummies2]

Not Sure If I've Told You Guys...

...But William James Moriarty's new looks? GOD they're freaking SWEET. <3 <3 <3

[dumbbitchenergy17]

Where the Wild Things Are - Chapter 13

Chapter Thirteen: Family Reunion

Plot: Wild men or monstrous infected creatures, the world is wild and ravaged by Cordecyps but some are raised in it and flourish becoming a wild thing.

Word Count: 3.3K

Pairing: Joel Miller x Platonic!Teen!Reader, Ellie Williams x Platonic!Reader

Warnings: canon-typical fighting/violence, injuries, harsh language, tw: description of intense injuries (DISLOCATIONS/BURNS), trauma from abusive mother, description of child neglect/abuse, GROSS MEN ALERT!

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I'm going there to see my mother She said she'd meet me when I come

I'm just a-goin' over Jordan I'm just a-goin' over home

I'm going there to see my father I'm going there, no more to roam

I'm just a-goin' over Jordan I'm just a-goin' over home

The Tipsy Bison ha a stillness that the patrons noticed the normal presence of Joel Miller but tonight it was much more intimidating as he waited there. Ellie returns holding a glass for Joel and herself, his signature whiskey on the rocks, and water for herself.

“You’re too filled with anxiety you gotta chill,” Ellie pushes the drink to him and he gives the girl a look before accepting a drink. He takes a bitter sip from it before looking out the window to the approaching sunset.

“It’s sundown,” Joel says trying to stand but Ellie forces him back down.

“Come on Joel have some faith in him,” Ellie reassures him and he huffs but settles back in his seat taking his drink down like a shot. There seemed like a sort of tension in the air just waiting for something to snap. The door to the Tipsy Bison opens and Joel relaxes seeing it is only his brother who enters. Tommy comes over to the table and pulls up a chair.

“Look I talked to Maria and the council the best they can offer is removing both Y/n and Lila from the house until we can get to the bottom of it. But if neither Y/n nor Lila give us evidence that abuse or anything is happening in that home…” Tommy hesitates to speak knowing it would piss Joel off, “They would go back to them.”

“That’s bullshit, Tommy. She goes Y/n wrapped around her finger, she could beat her black and blue, and still she would defend her.” Joel says slapping his palm on the table.

“Look I know it’s not ideal but it’s the best we can offer,” He raises his hands in defense, “I also talked to Maria about other stuff though…Joel, when’s the last time we saw Y/n’s mother?” Both Joel and Ellie give him a confused look at the absurd question.

“Just answer for my sanity.” Tommy urges and Joel thinks about the last time they interacted.

“Probably in the early years of the outbreak, we were all together in Dallas before we split,” Joel explains and Tommy nods.

“So say like…about eighteen years ago,” Tommy says and Joel unconsciously nods if his math was right yeah around that time.

“Holy shit,” Ellie says having caught on and Joel gives her a confused look before looking over at his brother.

“What?”

“Did you hook up with Y/n’s mom?” Ellie asks quite loudly and Joel shushes her looking around to make sure no one heard. “I’m serious did you?” Joel looks over at his brother with a face reading ‘Well did you?’ he sighs pinching his bridge.

“It was only a few times,” Joel mumbles, and Tommy coughs under his breath ‘Bullshit’ which Joel glares at him but takes in the implication. “There’s no way she’s…”

“Joel think about it, I didn’t even notice it but she looks like a mixture of you and her mother but she acts fully like you,” Tommy explains and Joel looks away, “You haven’t looked at her and not seen yourself…or even Sarah?” The comment of his deceased daughter makes him turn to his brother and Tommy can see it on his face. He has thought about it, it’s been on his mind since that night he brought you home from the clearing. Why does he keep blending memories of Sarah with you when you should have no place in his mind or heart? But he can’t help it.

“Let’s say she is. You saw her reaction to seeing her mother and her father, who could be her actual father,” Joel says and Tommy gives him a look.

“That man looks nothing like her, sure Lila does but Y/n no fucking way,” Tommy says and Joel sighs putting his head in his hands. There had to be a reasonable explanation for all of this. Your mother had to know who the father was, and if he was the father why would she keep it from him? Unless she didn’t learn until after they parted ways and there was no chance of reconnecting in this world. Too many thoughts ran through his head and he wanted to just be clear of them.

A loud crack fills the air and everyone in the bar is brought to the attention an edge to the room. Joel sits up straight and his gaze darts around at the other patrons who seem to freeze trying to listen to what that noise is. The doors to the bar swing open and Joel catches a glimpse of your father with a shotgun before it erupts into chaos.

A round shatters the table within the time Tommy flips the table over to shield them as Joel grabs Ellie protecting her from the blown-off wood.

“Joel Miller!” Derek shouts and another shot is fired but not aimed at them but at the bar. Joel flinches seeing the barkeep sent back dead before he hits the ground with the shotgun he tried using in his grasp. Other patrons scream ducking to hide from the violence happening before them. “Come on out Joel…I wanted to ask some advice you know father to father.” His voice calls out and Joel keeps his back pressed against the wood glancing over at the shotgun that lies just feet away.

“Tommy get Ellie out of here, find Maria, and get the girls out of here,” Joel whispers to his brother and Ellie gives him a look.

“We’re not leaving you, Joel!” Ellie whisper-shouts.

“I’ll be fine! Ellie listens to Tommy do everything he says,” Joel orders, and Ellie frowns but nods, “On my signal you to head to the kitchen door.” Both Tommy and Ellie nod as Joel grabs the whiskey glass calming his racing heart. Quickly he rises and throws the glass at Derek hitting him on the head Joel rushes to the bar as Ellie and Tommy rush to the kitchen doors. Derek fires at the doors as the swing closes. Leaning against the bar counter the shotgun in his hands silently looking to see it loaded with two shells.

“No one else needs to get hurt Joel,” Derek calls out sounding closer, “I’m dying to ask for your opinion since you’ve been with my wife. Do you think Y/n will be just as good?” Red takes over his vision as his finger rests on the trigger.

“I mean after I kill you I’ll go show the kid some father love,” He laughs cynically, “Before I then blow her brains out.” Instantly, Joel appears when Derek turns away shooting at his knee. Derek screams falling to the ground and Joel kicks away the shotgun and sends a swift kick to his ribs forcing him on his back.

“Where is she?!” Joel yells and Derek laughs already knowing he’s dead. “Where is she!” He roars.

“She’s dead even if you find her. Every raider wants her head on a spike.” Derek says and there’s a flash of silver as he tries to stab Joel but he easily pulls the trigger killing him right there and then. Emptying the chamber, Joel searches Derek finding a handgun with a few clips, and takes his neck. The patrons hidden in the Tipsy Bison perk up now that the threat was eliminated.

“Barricade yourselves in,” Joel says passing Derek’s shotgun off to one of the people that he’s seen on patrols, “Don’t let anyone that you don’t recognize.” He says before leaving the bar and seeing the chaos happening outside immediately thrown into fighting for his life. He was going to find you even if he was going to die doing it.

You fight at the restraints in the dark pulling with all your strength to try and free yourself. You bite down on the rag and pull your left hand with all your strength feeling the burn and pain as you scream. A sickening pop as your thumb is dislocated immediately swells and hurts as you scream. Sliding your hand free as it fits through the restraint, you reach over to start undoing the other strap. Only a sliver of light comes from outside but it’s past sunset which only makes it darker. With your other hand free you sit up and work at the restraints on your feet, your stomach aches with the still raw burns. The sudden pop that fills the air makes you freeze until you hear screams fill the air. Hopping off the table and feeling around for a light switch the room was bathed in light blinding you for a second. Grabbing the door handle and tugging at the door handle it doesn’t budge as more pops and screams fill the air. Looking around the basement it just looks like storage of random junk of whoever was the previous owner. In the far back, you find an old recurve bow with a quiver of arrows. Slinging the bow and quiver over your shoulder you head to the window high in the air. Pushing the table as it scratches the floor to the window you stand on it undoing the latch, easily breaking the flimsy screen where you slide the bow and quiver through before sliding out afterward. Slinging the quiver your shoulder already nocking an arrow feeling the pain in your thumb holding the bow but you push through. You are between two houses and you follow to where the window to your bedroom should be it is slightly opened and you push it further and you climb inside. You are silent as you leave the room entering the hallway on the first floor, creeping along the walls peering into any open rooms not finding anyone on the first floor but the aftermath of what you assume the raiders preparing their attack. You hear movement upstairs and you freeze aiming your bow at the stairs where you hear the heavy footsteps, a man most likely moves amongst the top floor and you map out where he’s heading. He opens a door and you stare at the ceiling where he would be, he’s in the bathroom. Stalking up the stairs avoiding easily the ones that creak finding yourself at the top landing and you see on the other end of the hallway a man with his back towards you taking a piss with the door wide open. Raising the bow you watch him finish his business zipping up his pants as he turns a rifle slung over his back. His eyes widen as the life leaves him and the arrow goes straight through his eye as he falls back crashing into the toilet. Lowering the bow you move into the path raiding him of any belongings, taking the automatic rifle that you sling over your shoulder, and shoving the multitude of extra clips into your pockets, you take his knife tucking it in your belt and he also has a handgun with only a clip full while taking a thigh holster.

“Hello? Momma? Daddy?” You hear Lila’s voice call out and you rush back to where her bedroom is trying to open the door but it’s locked.

“Lila I need you to do me a favor,” You say, “I need you to go in the closet and cover your ears for me. Don’t come out until I say so.” You hear some shuffling before she calls out again.

“I’m in the closet!” Taking the handgun pressing it as close to the door lock as possible and pulling the trigger. A loud noise fills the room and you step back before sending a harsh kick to the door and it easily flies open. Rushing into the room you open the closet door seeing Lila hidden within the hangers her hands still covering her ears. She rushes into your arms and you hold her tight pulling her back to look over her and she has no injuries besides teary eyes.

“I heard screams…and you have a bunch of ouchies,” She says tearing up and you wipe them away.

“I’m alright Lila but we aren’t safe here we have to go,” You say and you find your pack in her room loading it up with some of her clothes before putting it over your shoulders situating your weapons, the bow over your shoulder and the arrows held from your pack, you hold the rifle in your hands.

“Where are we going?” She asks looking at you in her hands clutching one of her stuffed animals. You weren’t sure where, if Jackson was compromised you didn’t know. You weren’t even sure if the others were alive. You could go back to the cabin to recuperate before heading North. Your original plan when you first met Tommy and Jesse, reach Canada and start fresh there.

“We’re heading to my home,” You say, bending down and holding her cheeks, “I need you to be brave and listen to everything I say you understand.” She nods her head and you press a kiss on her forehead.

“Okay let’s go,” You hold her hand as she follows you as you head down the stairs making sure she doesn’t see in the bathroom before stopping right before the front door. You just needed to get to the stables get Red saddled up and you were out of here. Part of you wanted to try and find the others but the little girl clutching your leg is your priority.

Get to the stables, tack up Red, head to the cabin, and then head north.

You take a deep breath removing the safety of the rifle before opening the door and seeing the empty streets before you, “Come on.” Quickly you head down the street seeing some of the bodies on the street, some are people of Jackson but others you don’t recognize, raiders you have to guess. You hear Lila whimper silently crying.

“Don’t look at them, Lila.” You order and she clutches onto the strap of your backpack as you both continue down the streets. It seemed the more residential areas were deserted or already run through as the number of raiders and Jacksonian people fought towards the main gate. Sticking to the alleys and familiar paths you took to avoid the main street when working at the stables. You’re quick and efficient in taking down raiders before they even react to you and Lila. You press against the half-wall of the market stalls glancing at the stables that were so close. You just need to get there and tack up Red and you’d be good.

“M/n!” A voice calls out your mother’s name and you flinch and you see Lila perk up about to speak but you cover her mouth. She struggles a bit but you hold a finger to your mouth telling her to be quiet and she settles. “We found Derek’s body dumped outside the bar, we still haven’t found Miller yet.” You hear your mother curse.

“Fucking find him already, it’s a small town he can’t hide far.”

“Another thing, we stopped at the house…Issac is dead and your daughters are gone..” The man says and your mother bursts into rage.

“Fucking find that piece of shit and kill her!” She roars and people rush off. Settling down until the loud pop fills the air too close for comfort and a shoot-out ensues. Holding Lila tight to you as her cries muffled in your shirt.

“It’s Miller!” Someone shouts and you perk up. He was near but you didn’t know which one, Maria, Tommy, or Joel. Looking back at the stables seeing an opening with everyone distracted, slinging the rifle over your shoulder before turning to Lila.

“I need you to be extremely quiet and once we get inside go inside Red’s pen and hide in the hay can you do that?” You ask and she nods. You wait for the right timing before scooping her up and running full speed to the stables, and sliding through the gaps in the fences of the dry lot that connects to the stables on the opposite side of the fighting. Finding Red’s stable lifting her over and she drops down into the hay quickly hiding herself among it. Red paces already on edge from the fighting happening around them you hop over the wall into Red’s pen before heading outside the stables grabbing her saddle pad, the saddle, and her reins before rushing into the stall. Red moves impatiently filled with anxiety that you feel as well.

“I’m sorry Red I know this isn’t ideal,” You say throwing the saddle pad over her before quickly adding her saddle your hands shaking with the buckles to fully attach it. Each pop of gunfire only adds more fear to you. With her saddle secure you rip off your pack and strap it on the saddle, sliding the rifle into the holster built into the saddle. Grabbing the reins trying to gently and as fast as possible to get her bridle and bit on Red seems to understand the urgency and cooperates. With her all set you go to grab Lila when you hear someone stumble inside the stables curses coming from a gruff voice.

“Fucking dick,” He curses and you press yourself against the wall hearing an empty magazine fall to the ground and the sound of him fumbling with getting the other in when you strike. You rush up behind him pouncing on his burly back and digging your knife in his shoulder. He cries and slams his head back and you feel your nose crack but hold on. He tries shooting behind him but you keep close to him as you keep stabbing at him. He slams his back on a large pillar making you wheeze in pain but you see your stabs are getting to him as life drains from him. Giving a final stab he falls to his knees blood pooling around his head. Gasping for air to catch your breath when a hand grabs your hair and you scream as they drag you out of the stables.

“I found her!” They yell dragging you through a group of raiders who send glares and look thirsty for blood. You’re thrown to the ground smacked your face to the ground as you are pinned down. There is your mother speckled in blood looking down at you beside you is Joel pinned to the ground it doesn’t look great, blood but you aren’t sure if it’s his or others.

“It didn’t have to end up like this Y/n…if only you listened to your mother.” She says almost with pity and you growl thrashing in the raider's arms.

“You’re not my mother!” You hiss and she comes over kicking your square in your ribs making you cry out.

“Stop it!” Joel yells and she turns her attention to him.

“Oh no, you want to step up as a father?” Your mother spits, “You’re about eighteen years too late.” She turns back to you.

“Where’s Lila?” She demands and you glare at her.

“I’m not letting you hurt her.” You spat and she looked indifferent.

“You think I care about her, she’s just another burden like you were. That’s why I had to get rid of you,” Your eyes widen at her confession, “You were so stupid and willing to be snuck out of the QZ to find your dear mommy some medicine. You were supposed to get infected so we had an excuse to kill you, but you just had to live.” She crouches down and you hear the cocking of her gun as the cool metal presses against your forehead. You see Joel thrashing as he shouts but you don’t even hear it.

“Be glad I gave you the family reunion you were so desperate for,” Her finger rests on the trigger and you’re unsure why you aren’t afraid. Maybe you’ve expected death for a while, whether from something simple or by infected. To be executed by your mother in front of your father wasn’t how you thought it would go.

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[elliesspacewalker]

omg hiii im obsessed with ur recent transgender!ellie post,can u please make pt 2 of that?? 💋💋 also i would like to request ab reader (still clothed) dry humping ellie's clothed cock until Ellie's cock would erect. I LOVE UR WRITING SM 💋💋

Yesss, absolutely- I'll go force wifey to make a part 2 of her recent work-

Warnings: smut 18+, weed, swearing, Transgender Ellie, dry humping, cum (Ellie being pathetic🤭🤭)

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You and Ellie had been friends for years, and you went over to hers for a sleepover- nothing out of the ordinary, smoking some weed and playing video games.

The weed in your system made your pussy ache, you couldn't ignore it.

"yo" Ellie says as she hears a knock at the door, headphones still on as she plays call of duty, the door opens and Joel smiles at you, you smile back.

"hey kiddo's, do you guys want some snacks?" Joel says in a soft tone, you politely say yes and he brings the snacks up.

"thanks Joel" you say, Ellie is too busy with her game to notice— you roll your eyes and giggle, grabbing another joint and igniting it and blowing out the smoke.

Putting the joint between your two fingers, you go behind Ellie and put it to her lips and she mumbles a 'thanks' as she turns off her PS5, she looks outside.

"shit, what fucking time is it?" She giggles "9pm" you say, "shit I was playing for hours... Hope you didn't get too bored watching me play"

"it's okay Els, it's cute"

She swiftly goes underneath the sheets to lay on her back, and you follow, laying on your side and looking at her.

Her fucking trackpants, those fucking gray trackpants she always fucking wears... You could see the outline of her flaccid dick and bit your lip hard.

"what?" She says, looking up at you. "Nothing.. just so pretty" you say, putting a strain of hair behind her ear and she smiles.

You and Ellie had never been sexual, I mean. You've told her about your experiences but never were you two sexual, but you accepted over summer you had the fattest fucking crush on Ellie fucking Williams, you never wanted to tell her in case it ruined years of friendship.

Ellie looks at your lips then your eyes, she licks her lips and you pull yourself closer and kiss her- Ellie's lips are as soft as they look, her tongue pushing into your mouth softly and you moan into her mouth.

She takes this as a sign and pulls you on top of her, hands gripping your ass, she groans into your mouth as you start to grind on her cock.

"fuck" she mumbles against your lips, pulling your hair away from your neck and leaning up to kiss your neck that is rewarded with a loud moan from your lips.

You roll your hips slowly as you feel her cock getting harder and harder... Her dick rubbing against your clit making you moan and collapse onto her, she bucks her hips up into your aching pussy.

By this point you both are a fucking mess, you're taking off your t-shirt to reveal your tits and her hands are on your ass as you drag yourself along her length, you take off your pants so you can grind on her cock in just your panties- Ellie takes off her pants quickly and you roll your hips again as you make your way on top of her, her cock pulsating and sensitivity has gone up with just boxers on.

Ellie's mouth finds her way to your nipple and sucking on it, her tongue swirling around as you moan . You rut your hips harder into her cock as she groans louder, these groans turn to pathetic moans after a minute or two, you bring your face to her neck and suck on her neck— she's definitely going to wear those proud to school tomorrow.

"i-im so fucking close, fuck" she whimpers and you giggle "yeah?" You tease, "hmm" she moans.

"don't fucking stop please fuck" you nod and speed up, feeling her cock that's so hard you're sure she'll explode at any given second. "Please, fuck baby please"

You feel her cock pulsate against your clothed cunt, you feel yourself getting closer.

"Els. I'm-"

"I know fuck, fuck, fuck" she says, her breathing gets heavier, opening her mouth so she can get more air into her lungs- you're both moaning and whining.

"you wanna cum baby?" You tease her, "yes fuck please .. fuck please" she begs

she bucks her hips one more time before her stomach starts contracting, and she cums all over your panties and through her boxers.

You look down and see her Calvin Klein boxers are soaked- you're just so fucking close, you keep rolling your hips on her cock as it hits your clit making you moan loudly.

"'m so sensitive, fuck!" Her eyes practically rolling to the back of her head. "I'm so fucking close Els please, hold on for me"

You're literally milking her dry, one last grind and you're cumming, pussy contracting and clit throbbing as you come down from your high- still on top of her you look down at your thin cotton panties that are now covered in both of your cum, you're breathing hard and so is Ellie.

"fuck-" she moans, hitting the pillow as she puts her hands on your hips.

You get off of her and look at your soaking panties and back at her, you giggle.

"shit... Im sorry" she looks at you worried. "No Ellie, it's no biggie dw"

She stands up, holding her crotch as cum gets all on her fingers. "Shit" she mumbles, you laugh and she laughs with you, handing you a pair of her boxers, you mumble "thanks" changing out of your soaking panties and into these boxers, getting back into bed as Ellie gets you water.

"are you not gonna change your boxers?"

"shut up, I will get when I get back into bed"

You laugh, she grabs you water and changes her boxers getting back into bed with you, she cuddles you in close and kisses your lips softly.

[queenslandsoutherngothic]

please talk about the molested theory, I’m dying to know why you think so, I always felt that there’s something more horrific behind the vagueness

Just to preface I am a psychology student, I work as a mental health support worker and have worked heavily with people from CSA and abusive backgrounds and CSA is in my family so I’m pulling from a few areas when I say some alarm bells go off.

Liam - “I’ve been hurt by men”

Oasis Interviews Archive: Noel & Liam Gallagher - Unknown - 1997 I thought this quote was earlier than it was. In the early days they seemed to be more open.

HOWEVER this is around the time Noel started having psychosis from drug use. One other idea I had was that Noel started having flashbacks, one thing about trauma is that when your brain finally recognises that you are safe it can start releasing blocked memories. This tends to happen around 10-15 years after someone has gotten away from the threat and the brain accepts that.

Noel Gallagher admits he felt lonely during Oasis and experienced psychosis and a debilitating anxiety disorder due to drug addiction. - Carlisle Eden Mind He writes Untitled and If We Shadows, he's sober for the first time since he was like 12, 10-15 years after they left his father. He for sure was remembering some really repressed shit

I found a quote from Liam in an interview with him and Patsy where he mentions having flashbacks in the evenings, more related to the physical abuse.

Hyper sexuality - Liam champaign supernova performance https://youtu.be/PAtU-TSG4qc?si=1L-weZEFXzlpppop

He is so blank faced for a majority of the performance and then randomly starts doing these aggressive sexual gestures. Its spooky

He’s a little dissociated and odd in between the sexual mimicking, he’s like blank in this not kinda relaxed way, he’s angry for sure.

https://youtu.be/3P-GPutiA90?si=mHYtcr-f-gRpjKBB He has a very similar vibe in this interview where he makes an odd joke about being a sex worker as a teen.

Liam - Paula Yates - Liam jumping out of the car to be with her.

Liam has access to a plethora of groupies but something about the Paula Yates story kind of creeps me out. A few people were sexually aggressive with Liam and she was one. It kind of sounds like she overwhelmed him and he almost forced himself to be with her. Then he gets so overwhelmed and out of control he jumps out a car window.

Liam - Robbie Williams

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Nhkay8MC6P0 Minute 6:20 in

My little theory about what happened here is that Liam was testing some sexual boundaries. Robbie who has said he believes he is on the spectrum and has some overt sexualityin the media. Bites on it in the above way, this freaks Liam the fuck out who then called Noel (or Noel picked up on something here and took charge) in to get him out of it.

Noel - Alan Mcgee relationship

From Tony McCaroll’s book.

(that last bit is a normal joke to make under the circumstances but you know, why not include it)

Liam’s groping of Noel so aggressively, vs the playful ones

The lyrics to Take Me are fucked in the head.

The lyrics to Untitled could mean anything. BUT it could be his perspective of it all. It's vague and more subtle than hinting than Liam’s style of writing so I could make the argument.

Only for the young is the things we might not know Only for the young is the things we won't remember And long ago I said to myself that I feel inside I know Only for the young is the things I don't remember Sitting here, I'm waiting A cause without a name Sitting here, I'm waiting And I will feel And down I will kneel You were the one I never know Living in sin Is somewhere within You were the one I never know And I remember Life without a name And I remember My life without a name, woo The woo is interesting; he's relieved the song is over, maybe?

Impulsivity

Noel - dogs comment

I can’t find the bloody recording of it but it's out there on Tumblr. Noel and Matt on the podcast were making these jokes about fingering dogs.

This might sound like, and very well be, boy-joke style stuff. HOWEVER the reason it stayed with me is that I supported a woman who was a CSA surviour and one of the things she would often compulsively do is hyper fixate on her pets 'bums and fingering them. So when I heard Noel say this is the cadence and phrasing it reminded me of her.

Performance sexuality:

Both brothers do it but you can see examples from Noel where it feels very much like a put on https://youtu.be/t56eLQ9fQL4

Here for instance, Liam is angry and trying to punish Patsy and Noel almost sounds uncomfortable. He’s saying the right Lad thing to think towards breast, but something is off. He doesn't like it, and you could argue that Noel has little opposite sex attraction because of this but I don’t think so.

Liam’s cheating, in general, was done so brazenly and with little regard for Patsy and Nicole. Coming home in women's sunglasses, for instance, that Patsy would then rip off and break, his disregard for her sounds borderline cruel. In ethical terms, he was cruising for a bruising.

Noel however sounds more subdued and careful about his on-tour affairs, at least till Sara which most likely had an overlap. We know Meg was worried about this because of her ‘bag of tricks’ comment.

"I truly don't think Noel was ever unfaithful to me. No one's ever been unfaithful to me in fact. Not that I've ever known of, anyway. That's because I'm so good in bed. It's possible to be in a long-term relationship and be monogamous if you've got a bag of tricks up your sleeve for the bedroom." ----Meg Matthews in the guardian's column "What I know about men" Sun 12 Feb 2006

Liam also seems to use sex as a weapon against people. Like with Justine-Damon, Kate Moss -Lisa Moorish-Peter Doherty (Noel???) Situation’s.

Speaking of which, this interview with Liam talking about being better looking is weird. He seems anxious (could be because of the interview but I think it's odd his tone and what he says, maybe all to do with Lisa) Liam Gallagher & Alan White Interview - 1995 - Paris, France at around 8:10 in

https://youtu.be/2kmWPPGI70g?si=EozG1tnkfGG-5MxB Noel is the only one of the three, or four, if I include Peggy, who has ever said anything remotely neutral about Tommy. He is the one most conflicted about his feelings for him, as evident in numerous quotes and videos from Noel.

Liam’s tweets are a misnomer, it's all performance now. Not initially but for the first 5 years it was more genuine.

But this one freaked me out. I had like a visceral physical reaction to the first tweet before he must have felt better and turned it into a joke. I don’t know, could be a reach. He may have been joking; he may have been referring to the overall attention from the media that he's been pretty vocal about disliking.

https://www.tumblr.com/oacest/770045711791292417?source=share This could mean anything, I suppose. Liam was often left alone as a small child, and so when that happens, children learn to self-soothe through rocking and other calming motions. So, it could be stimming (we have strong evidence he has ADHD, or maybe is on the autistic spectrum), or it could be self-soothing behaviour, but the motion is odd.

Side note this quote from Paul Gallagher's book

Kinda sounds like the three of them created their own little family/parenting structure. I imagine Noel picked that up from Peggy

[yellowbunnydreams]

Bunny Ears (Part 23) ~William Afton X F! Reader~

~Were you expecting another note? Ha! Happy Anniversary FNAF! I was also inspired by @lucigooseart and their depiction of William being a good father to Mike, so I thought we needed parental cuteness in this one!~

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Sorry if I missed you on the tag-list!

CW: Minors DNI, (18+ ONLY), Female Reader, legal age gap (Reader- 20's, William - 30's), divorce/processing divorce, Afton being a sarcastic hot ass, grumpy x sunshine. Faz-Fuck TM

You and Vanessa had a full day of girly activities planned out ahead of you, and Sarah was all too happy to turn it into a full girl's day out with Charlie as well when you'd texted her about the situation, which made the small Afton exceptionally happy as she got to spend time with her best friend, aunt and you.

Sarah had driven you all to the mall, since she needed to do some clothes shopping for Charlie anyway and figured that getting a few t-shirts or something for Vanessa to have over William's wasn't a bad idea either. But as you stepped inside, it was hard to keep both of the girls under control, or rather, harder to keep the small blonde under control from dragging the much more reserved Charlie into every single shop that she saw something pretty and shiny in.

"You know," Sarah chuckled as she watched the two girls darting off in front of them towards a stationary store to look at all the pink and glittery things their little eyes could possibly concieve. "I would swear they were swapped at birth if I didn't know better."

"I did think the same thing when I first met Charlie, how did Henry produce such a quiet child?" You laughed with her, keeping an eye on your charges as well as you walked together a few paces behind them. Sarah had worn dungarees and a rainbow striped t-shirt to the outing, looking like the kindly pre-school teacher that she somehow pulled off in a more mature way that you could ever hope to.

"I'm more concerned how William produced such a confident and boisterous little girl."

"She...gets it from somewhere, I'm sure." Both of you looking at each other and laughing as you caught up to the small girls, watching them fawn over some scented glitter gel pens that you were sure were going to get lost or traded at school if you brought them for the two sweethearts.

"Mom, can me and Vanny go get pretzels, please?" Charlie tugged on Sarah's sleeve, and you watched your friend shake her head.

"No darling, remember, we're going to visit daddy at Freddy's later so you can have pizza." She explained patiently, watching the dark haired little girl's face fall before she gave a cute gap-toothed smile and nodding.

"Okay mom, can me and Vanny have a dollar to go pick something from the candy store please?"

"Go on then, have a dollar each, but please don't eat all your candy at once."

"We won't Mrs. Emily!" Vanessa called as she grabbed ahold of her friend and they ran off giggling, clearly enjoying themselves as you watched them run right up to a brightly coloured store that looked like something straight from a children's novel you had once read.

"They're totally going to aren't they?" You asked, looking at Sarah who was already shaking her head.

"Oh yeah, at least Charlie will accept the consequences with as much grace as an eight year old can."

"And Vanessa?"

"....Good Luck once you get her out of the car."

You sighed and looked towards Vanessa who was eyeing a rabbit sculpture made of what you were almost certain was pure sugar, taking a deep breath and heading towards them to mitigate the worst of the damage as Sarah laughed behind you at the expression of worry and almost maternal defeat as you got used to watching the children.

Eventually, the pair of you managed to lure them away from brightly coloured candy that you were certain you would otherwise see later in the day, sitting down opposite the indoor play park and watching them run around to burn off some energy, you spotted a shop across the way that caught your attention as you did some rough maths in your head.

Asking Sarah to watch the girls for a second, you slipped into the store and browsed the racks inside slowly. Fingers running across the merchandise as you scanned it carefully, trying to figure out what it was exactly that you would need as an elderly lady sat behind the counter, slowly knitting away on some project. Halloween was approaching, and it had suddenly occurred to you that Stacey had mentioned the staff were expected to dress up for a not-very-scary Halloween party, but you didn't have a costume, and the thought of buying a pre-made one was always a hit or miss with your stature and build.

You were just going to have to learn to sew, or drudge up some memory of how to do it.

Picking out your fabrics, you worked out roughly how much you would need and added and extra yard, deciding it was better to have too much than too little. Bringing the bolts of fabric and some accessories up to the counter, you spoke to the little old lady behind the counter as she cut the fabric with a sureness and quickness belied by her age. Ringing it up expertly like she had memorised every price in the store, you thanked her politely as you left to go find Sarah and the children.

It was going to be a secret for the moment, but you already were smiling at the thought of everybody seeing your idea in action.

William sighed as he shouldered open the door, carrying bags of groceries and feeling drained from working on the broken arcade machines all day. It felt like error code after error code had come up when he tested it, but it was finally working after all his efforts.

He could hear giggling coming from his lounge as he placed the bags down on the counter and kicked of his shoes. Padding through to see you and Vanessa sat on the floor together as you had your lips pursed in concentration, gently holding Vanessa's chin in one hand and the other carefully applying something to her lips. It seemed like you had been made up too; brightly coloured eyeshadows that he could see the sheer volume of glitter in from where he stood in the doorway, a pink tint to your lips, some pink on your cheeks, glittery hair clips in your hair and a little bunny head drawn on each cheek in what he hoped was something that would come off.

"Okay Vanny, you need to pop your lips, like this." You demonstrated to the little girl in front of you, making her giggle as she did it too. Shaking your head at the cute blonde as you compared her fairly well put on make-up to your own chaotic mess that she had lovingly applied.

"Well, don't my girls look beautiful?" William laughed at how much you jumped when he spoke, leaning against the door frame as Vanessa whipped around and beamed brightly, scrambling to her feet and launching herself at the older man with her arms out-stretched."

"Daddy!"

Afton grunted as he caught his daughter in his arms, swinging her around much to her delight as he placed her on one hip and smiled at her. Planting a kiss on her forehead and smiling as the small girl wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, laying her head on his shoulder and grinning as he looked at you getting up much more slowly.

"Hello bunny."

"Hey you, decided to come join the girl's day?" You teased as you padded over to him, watching as he gave you a lopsided grin and shook his head.

"No, I don't think I'd suit glitter eyeshadow and lipstick, not with this beard." Making Vanessa giggle at his silliness as you smiled just as brightly back at him, feeling your heart fluttering happily in your chest as you looked up at him.

"Daaaaadddd, it's not lipstick! It's lip-gloss! It's flavoured lip-gloss that " she said your name excitedly as she corrected William on his terrible fashion faux-pas "got and she let me try some on!"

"Really now? Well that was very kind of her, am I allowed to know what it's flavoured like? Will it make you taste like that, Vanny?" Biting at his daughter and pretending to sniff and make noises like he was going to eat her, making her squeal as she shook her head, sending her blonde hair flying.

"Nooooo! It only flavours what it's on, silly!" Giggling wildly, William pretended to hum in thought before he looked at you.

Carefully, he leaned in and kissed you, making you smile into it as he pulled back, his lips faintly tinted pink from the transfer as he smacked his lips together.

"Hm...Cherry, I like cherry a lot." Leaning in for another kiss, he smiled at you as Vanessa squealed at the fact her dad and his girlfriend were kissing in front of her.

"Ewww! Dad!"

"What? Am I not allowed to kiss my girlfriend? I thought you were supposed to!" He protested with a laugh as Vanessa made a cutely scrunched up face.

"Cooties dad, do grown-ups not know anything?"

You both looked at her before bursting out laughing, shaking your head as William wrapped his spare arm around you and held you close, rubbing up and down your back affectionately as you pressed into his side. Raising an eyebrow as you looked up at him, grinning so widely that you felt your cheeks hurting.

"Did you know you could get cooties off of me?" You asked, making William chuckle as he squeezed you into him, kissing the top of your head and gently trying to unstick your hair from the remains of the lipgloss transfer.

"Well, aside from apparently eating your hair, I don't mind getting cooties from you." Grinning as you reached up to help release him from a common girl problem, standing slightly on your toes to kiss him again, much to Vanessa's protest about giving each other cooties.

After a shower to get rid of the make-up and getting changed into pyjamas, or rather William's borrowed clothes, and eating the delicious dinner he made that evening. You had enjoyed sitting at the dinner table together, Vanessa made conversations interesting and William often had to remind her to actually eat what was put in front of her rather than talk over it, and William had snuck kisses and held your hand under the table for most of the evening.

But as you finished putting up the last of the dishes and headed upstairs, you found him asleep on his large bed, the covers dishevelled with a book across his broad chest. Glasses pushed up off his face, mouth open and snoring lightly as he had one arm wrapped around Vanessa, curled into his side and drooling over his t-shirt as she was clearly exhausted. You couldn't help but smile at the scene, thinking of how cute they looked curled up together, William clearly having fallen asleep telling Vanny a bedtime story that she was probably a little old for, but you knew she would appreciate the memories later, despite how many protests you were sure that had been uttered at being read books by her old man.

Picking up the book and marking the page carefully, you reached up and took William's glasses from his head. Climbing in on the other side of Vanessa and reaching to turn off the bedside lamp so that only the ambient light let you see where you could slot in and find room on your side of the bed.

As you settled down, William seemed to sense you and reached out his hand, still half-asleep as you gently took ahold of it and stroked over his rough knuckles reasssuringly. Holding hands as his daughter was sandwiched lightly between the two of you, Vanessa mumbling in her sleep and turning over, allowing William to shift onto his side as he blearily opened his eyes and strained to see you in the dark.

"I love you, bunny. Thank you for making today special for Vanny today." His voice gravelly and rough, making a noise of contentment as you gently reached over the blonde head between you and kissed him.

"I love you too William, and it's really no trouble. Go back to sleep, love." You encouraged, hearing the gentle sigh of his breath as he held onto your hand tighter before he was soon snoring again. Making you smile and shake your head slightly, bending your head and kissing Vanessa's head gently too, the gesture feeling natural to you as the child stirred.

"Miss..." She called your name sleepily as you pulled away from the affectionate gesture.

"Yes Vanny?"

"....I love you too...Please...will you stay with my dad?" The sleepy voice whispered, William oblivious to it as he continued to sleep. You felt your eyes welling up with tears as you nodded despite the fact you weren't sure her eyes ever opened. Trying to stop yourself from crying happily as you slipped one arm under her and cradled her gently against you, kissing her head again.

"I love you too, Vanny...And I'll stay as long as your dad wants me here. Even if I go to my flat, here with your dad and you will always be home." You assured, feeling her small arms wrap around you and hold on as she drifted back off to sleep, seemingly satisfied with your answer.

You closed your eyes too, swallowing hard as you tried not to cry at the overwhelming feeling of being so loved. And you fell asleep together, the first time as the unofficial Afton family.

[weresilver]

Sentinel AU vignette

I ended up writing a thing mostly unrelated to anything that I actually have going in order to battle writer's block. It worked. And I even picked up the secret santa fic again (sorry guys, but it's coming along!) but the now-diagnosed-yet-unmedicated ADHD is now kicking my butt with how much I actually have to do in a hurry.

For now, have this cute lil thing :)

Note: I'm a nerd, who will work with TS canon. This is 1982, however. So, y'know. No one is actually referred to as a Sentinel in this.

When her little brother started crying this evening, Stella Williams knew it would be a rough night. Call it a big sister’s intuition. Her parents told her to never doubt it. That same intuition told her that her little Danny would end up a... What was it Dad called it? A guardian?

Guardian, yes.

Stella never presented any enhanced senses during her childhood, and, at 12 — almost 13 — years old, she decided she was glad for it. Dad didn’t really talk about how his three enhanced senses came online, but she wondered. If it had been as bad as it was going for Danny lately — and he was at the age where only one sense came online — then she could easily accept she had none of it.

She found him sitting on the floor of his room, scratching rather frantically at his arm and sniffling sadly. Stella crouched in front of him, not daring to touch.

“‘Tella,” Danny called. He didn’t open his arms for a hug as he usually did, instead pulling his t-shirt away from his body. It was a sad, pathetic sight that pulled at her heartstrings.

Not that she would ever say that out loud. She actually really loved her little brother.

“Hey, Danny.” She kept her voice soft. “Mom and Dad are not back yet,” she trailed off, watching his face scrunch up again. “What if I run you a bath, huh?”

Danny nodded, still sniffling and teary eyed, but doing his best not to cry again. Stella ran out of his bedroom and into the bathroom, setting what she needed up. Watching the tub fill, she kept an ear out to her brother, though the sound of the water drowned out most of the little kid noises Danny would make.

At six years old, their parents’ only surprise — well, Dad’s only surprise — was that the first sense to come forth had been touch. It had been a few months now, but this week was the first time it really seemed to bother Danny. The fact that touch didn’t seem to be a sense that ran in the family was what surprised Dad; it was also what made Stella believe her little brother would be a guardian.

She wasn’t quite sure what that would entail. All five senses enhanced, sure. But Dad was always saying that there was more to it than just the senses. All the stories in his side of the family said so. She didn’t really understand those stories, to be honest.

She shut the water off, tested the water, and, satisfied that the temperature wouldn’t aggravate his skin, the way Mom had told her. Well, time to get her little brother all set before their parents arrived with Matty and Bri.

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Itchy, itchy, itchy.

Danny’s clothes hadn’t bothered him before, he didn’t think, but it was really bad this week. Mom and Pops were busy with Matty and Bri, somewhere not in the house, but he knew that it was important. Stella was there with him, though, and that was fine; she was kind of boring, but for once he wasn’t in the mood to play.

His sister had left to run him a bath, since it usually helped a lot with the itchiness and the heat. He was thinking he didn't like summer much.

A clicking sort of sound came from behind him just as Stella turned on the water in the bathroom; she wouldn't hear the noise.

Danny turned around quickly, facing the big animal that was suddenly in the room with him.

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The first thing she heard when she left the bathroom caught her off guard. Giggling was not the type of sound Stella associated with her brother struggling with his sense of touch.

Maybe it was one of those “laugh so you don't cry” things. Danny seemed to try his hardest not to cry when it came to his sense of touch being weird. Instead, he threw one heck of a temper tantrum that only Dad seemed able to get through, sometimes.

Either way, Danny's bath was ready and—

Well, shit. May her mother never hear her thoughts at the sight that greeted her.

“Hi, ‘Tella!” Danny waved from where he lay on the flank of... a really large wolf. Larger still when next to a six-year-old boy. Stella was hard pressed to admit that she was gaping. “I have a friend!”

The wolf nosed at Danny’s cheek, gently, making her little brother giggle again. It was, somewhat disturbingly, an adorable sight.

“Uh, Danny?” He made a questioning noise in return. Or, heck, that had been the wolf, she wasn't sure. But they were both looking at her with equally curious faces. “Where did it come from?”

The kid frowned, hard, looking between her and the wolf as if her question didn’t make sense at all.

“He’s my friend,” he repeated. “He came here.”

Stella nodded. It was all she could do, really; she was pretty sure that every window was closed and the doors were locked. And, well, someone would have said something if a wolf had escaped a zoo, right?

The wolf was watching her, not as though cautious of her, but just... Analyzing her? She shook her head minutely, choosing to ignore what sounded like a huff from the animal.

“He’s my family,” Danny stated, quite simply, “His name’s Fen’ee.”

It dawned on her quickly after that. Family. Familiar, the wolf was Danny’s familiar. Well, Mom was gonna love this. This Fen’ee was huge. But Danny was lying down, using its flank as a pillow and back rest, and, for the first time today, he looked downright peaceful.

The wolf nosed at Danny again, this time at his ribs, in order to get him to stand up. Her little brother scrambled upright, using his companion to balance himself.

“Ready for that bath?” Stella asked as she stood up. Danny nodded happily, eager even though he wasn’t scratching at his arms anymore. The wolf — Fen nipped gently at Danny’s t-shirt, making the boy giggle one more time, and turned his attention her. There was intelligence in the golden eyes, as well as a good dose of humor. It let its tongue loll out, gently wagging its tail. “Thanks, Fen.”

It tilted its head, looking a little confused at the nickname. Well, Stella would have to figure out what its actual name was at some other point; she had a little half fish sibling to take care of.

[couldawouldashoulda50]

Also, before going to Sweden (when William said I miss you), did they have flirty exchange before meeting up in real life? And after, when Loren will be back in Toronto before William, will they participate in some good ol’ phone sex? Or send some pics?

Thanks Nonnie - The pre-Sweden exchanges are more William and Loren reconnecting - mostly William sending her little messages to let her know that he's thinking about her. That he's excited for her to come and see him in his beloved Stockholm. The post-Sweden exchanges kind of led me to outline pretty much a full blurb. Forgive me, I did this on the fly and haven't proofread it really - I hope the essence still comes through.

18+ under the Cut

"Text me when you get home, okay? Don't drive if you're too tired...get an Uber or something. Promise?" William asked.

It actually made William feel good to verbally dote on Loren. Half-way through an unexpected back-to-back 18-hour shift due to lack of staffing at the group home, William was trying to make sure Loren got home safely, even if he was still in Stockholm while doing so.

William could hear Loren smile in her voice. "I promise I will text you as soon as I'm in the driveway."

"Not in the driveway - fully in your house, with the doors locked, all the closets checked and under you bed too."

"Now you're freaking me out," she chuckled softly, with a mix of appreciation and admiration for him being so protective of her. "But yes, I will go through the house and let you know it's all clear. It'll be well after midnight though, my time - I don't think you'll be awake."

There was a slight pause - neither of them wanted to hang up.

Loren sighed. No offence to those she supported, but she's much rather be back in Sweden, stroking William's chest hair. "Okay, William - get some sleep...what time are you teeing off tomorrow?" "Sort of early - 9:30."

William hesitated for another moment, trying to think of a way to keep her on the line just a little longer.

"I'm lonely - I wish you were still here. It's not as easy to get to sleep," William said softly. Loren blushed as her heart soared. "Why - because I bored you so much with my long-winded stories?" Loren laughed, realizing quickly that maybe it wasn't the best time to joke since William was having a moment.

William chuckled. "Fuck....nothing you did to me before bed was even close to boring."

"I wish I could talk you through what I would do to make you sleepy. But I'm feeding Jack right now and G-A-R-Y can hear me."

Gary rolled his eyes at he sat in his chair by the television and spoke in his usual slower drawl. "I can spell y'know. Can you make me my tea?" "Please and thank-you," Loren reminded him.

Hearing William's notorious chuckle at the other end made her chest ache with how much she missed him. "I better go. Try and get some rest, okay?" "Make sure you text me - what you should be pulling in around what - just after midnight, so just after 6am here, right?" "That's right and I promise, I will text. Goodnight, William." "Night Loren. Be safe, ok?"

William's thumb hovered over the screen, finally tapping the end call icon when he accepted his fate - lying in bed and missing Loren. She had been gone for just over a week - the days flew by but the evenings, once he was back at his place and in bed, dragged on. The need that he wanted to have fulfilled could only be satisfied by Loren, and he ached to feel her body next to him. He swiped through pictures that he took of Loren in Monaco, looking for the set of her in a red bikini when a text message appeared from Loren.

If I was there, I would be loving on Cowboy Bill - just like the night before I left.

William laughed at the reference - a name Loren gave his appendage one night after she swore she could not get enough of riding him. God, she made him laugh...especially when things like that roll off of her tongue. He then suddenly remembered the keepsake he made of their last evening in Sweden. It was one of the most incredible experiences of William's romantic life which he just happened to record (with her permission of course). He clicked on the file on his phone, and the still image that appeared at the start of the video quickly refreshed William's memory of his last night with Loren.

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The idea of Loren giving William a cock massage came to her while her mind idled as she packed her suitcase. After a quick online search, it turns out, she had all the right ideas in her head, despite never having done it before. After their guests had left, the lake house was solely theirs for the last night of Loren's stay. She had prepared the bed as the focal point of their sanctuary for the night. Fresh cotton linens with a hint of lavender essence covered the mattress and pillows. Fluffy towels were folded neatly on a chair at the foot of the bed. Loren had found a stash of candles and strategically placed them throughout the room, lighting them just before William walked in.

Once he appeared at the doorway, he grinned at Loren first with surprise and then with adoration.

After several long and passionate kisses, Loren gently removed all of William's clothing and instructed him to lie on his back on the bed. She softly explained a few additional instructions, and then had him lay on his stomach for a full body massage.

William moaned in total relaxation as Loren smoothed her hands all over William's well oiled body.

After several minutes, she had William turn onto his back. Sitting upright, Loren positioned herself between his thighs as she continued to massage his upper thighs, towards his balls.

William was half out of it, but he managed to ask Loren if she could take a video of what she was doing. She looked breathtaking in her scalloped bra and g-string panties and he was desperate to keep this moment in his phone.

Loren set up William's cell on the nightstand, the camera capturing her full frontal, adjusting from William's POV.

When she first began slowly stroking his shaft, she lightly kissed the glistening head of his penis.

Then she began to softly worship Cowboy Bill verbally as she stroked and smoothed her hands over his pelvis and genitals. Her words followed, softly flowing from her mouth in a meditative and hypnotic rhythm. "You're so good to me - you make me feel so good." "You are the most perfect cock I have ever seen." "God - your long, thick shaft is so amazing."

No one had ever treated him this way before, with such complete and undivided attention. In that moment, her words and her touch brought such intense pleasure to William that it truly felt spiritual.

Every minute and every step of the massage transcended the previous one. Her voice guided him to communicate his likes and dislikes, his body floating further into the state of bliss.

After almost an hour of Loren's worship, William erupted. Loren remained sitting between his legs, watching William float back down before cleaning up the long ribbons of cum that were shot up her forearm and on William's pelvis. She turned off the recording and set the phone face down on the nightstand. William couldn't think of the exact words that he wanted to say, but he brought Loren in as close as he could against him, whispering how incredible that he felt. That's was all he could muster in that moment. ◈◈◈

William had already achieved the desired outcome long before the video ended, leaving him tired and ready for sleep.

He sent one last message to Loren.

I watched that video we made - worked like a charm. Cowboy Bill says Goodnight 🍆👄😘

[wolven91]

A Happy, Imperfect Life

William sighed as he woke. Rain drummed on the slanted windows above his head, it was a steady, hard rain. The water that constantly sluiced off the window promised it was going to be a wet day, all day.

Thankfully, there was no need to leave his apartment. No job to go to, no bills to pay. One of the joys of being amongst the stars and being a member of an endangered species, meant that William had been offered a place of his own as soon as the settlement had been opened. A year later and his little slice of life had taken on his personality. Posters of alien films that he'd enjoyed, hard copies of their music were stacked in a ramshackle pile near the music player.

But William's favourite part of his home, was his bed. Designed for an ursidain, it was massive. Ursidains were usually over twice the height of a full-grown human, so length ways he had to scoot on his ass for several lengths before escaping via the bottom and with the giant bear-like creatures being so large, both in width and mass, the comparatively tiny human could roll sideways several times either way before falling off the bed.

It all meant that each night, William slept in an expanse of soft, cushioned heaven that he had only dreamed off back on Earth.

A small smile graced his face as he considered it all. He missed his family, that wasn't ever really going to heal completely, but their painful memory had at least scabbed over. Every now and then something would catch it and the pain of their loss would flair, but he was at least coming to accept that whilst unfair, his life wasn't over just because theirs were.

The sound of a tongue licking a muzzle with a half-asleep growl came from below his chin. Glancing down, William couldn't help but smirk at Torri's leather nose sticking out from beneath the massive blanket. Any time the blanket fell, and William was exposed to the cold, he'd need to wake Torri just so the canid could grab the blanket and pull it back into place. So much material to cover the expansive mattress made it quite heavy, more so than what William could leverage when laying down.

Torri, a male canid, was half asleep and laying on top of William. His head was resting on the man's torso, the size difference meaning that it alone was enough to cover him from hip to just below his collarbone. The canid's shoulders pressed the human's hips into the mattress and the arms were raised up, either side of the human. William's legs were splayed apart but hugging the canid's torso on either side. They weren't long enough to reach the canid's hips. The human was totally pinned. He may have been able to wiggle free by climbing up the bed, but these kinds of mornings were his favourite.

Canids ran hot, heating the human and with the weather so awful outside, the gentle warmth was bliss. There was only one problem, highlighted when the canid opened one eye and rolled his head upright, his furry jaw pressing into William's stomach.

"Oh! Careful, you're right on my bladder."

Wrong thing to say, the canid grinned wickedly and deliberately pressed down resulting in William scrabbling at the canid's head while complaining. Thankfully the creature stopped and raised himself on his arms before crawling up the bed, easily straddling the human.

"I'm cold now." Pouted William, up at Torri who smirked down whilst gently shaking his head in humorous disbelief. The canid leant down and placed a gentle kiss against the human's lips. William returned the kiss, stroking gentle fingers through the fine, if messy fur along the canid's jawline. They stayed there, enjoying tasting one another.

"Such cruelty I subject you to. I'm sure to lose my job."

"Definitely. I need the loo though, and you need to brush your teeth. Dog breath." William ribbed at the canid while rolling to one side, intending on leaving the bed.

"'Dog'? The little yappy things you showed me? If you're calling me a feral, I can show you feral..."

"Don't you da-ACK!" The human's words were cut off as the canid easily snatched the human up, bringing him back to the centre of the bed with ease. It was always humbling to be shown just how outclassed humanity was on the strength scale. Aside from the races that were smaller than humanity, the rest, the vast majority of the various species, were all stronger and all larger.

It was hard to accept that even if one devoted themselves to being the strongest fighter, the strongest human alive, it only meant that they might be on par with an average member of the larger species. Torri was a canid. The soldiers of The Galactic Community. They were feared by the established species as the boogeymen that came to correct any person, city, planet, or system that strayed too far from The Community's goals. Canids counted in the trillions and each and every one of them had all the equipment of a werewolf of yore.

Claws and teeth. Deadly, strong, fast, incredible trackers and fighters. They hit hard, healed rapidly, and worked with one another with such efficiency it bordered on telepathy. Trillions of canids.

Humans counted in the millions. Not on the planet, in the whole galaxy; a handful of millions. Fighting The Galactic Community wasn't an option. Fighting anyone wasn't an option. A lone human would be taken out in seconds. Even if every human moved as one, the sheer numbers of only one of the other species would overwhelm them, let alone the sixteen member species of The Community and the unknown others.

And what would humanity fight for? Earth didn't exist anymore. William had seen the Sol System with his own eyes. Where 'Earth' had been, was dust. Not even rocks remained. It was... hard... to accept that all humanity's culture and history was gone. Cave paintings from the first human-like creature were just memories. But all was not lost. There was no 'bad guy', no one vocally wanting humanity's destruction. The Community claimed what happened was a horrible accident. An event that nobody could have predicated or stopped beforehand. Whether that was true? Well... that was above William's paygrade. All he knew was that humans were adored by all sixteen races, they were the favourites.

Currently, William's concern was the massive, broad, vengeful tongue that was being slapped and wiped across his face. He brought his arms up to defend himself, shouting and crying out, although his laughter undercut any concerns that he was serious. The canid merely continued, forearms, cheeks, forehead, ears, exposed lips. All were open for him to 'attack' until Torri was satisfied. The human was panting, while wiping his face clear of drool and slobber in the calm that followed.

"Gross!!"

"Don't call me a 'dog' then. Although, that was fun, and you taste good..." Torri drew the last word out into a growl before lowering his head against and pushing his snout into the crux of William's neck and shoulder much to the human's 'squeaking'. Teeth nipped and nibbled until the human was able to extract himself from the canid's assault.

A few minutes later and the mood had changed significantly. The canid was holding his arms crossed, blocking the bathroom door, preventing William from leaving.

"You said you wanted to clean your teeth and you absolutely need to." Torri pointed out, glaring down at the human, pointing with a claw before recrossing his arms. This was the same look Torri gave anyone that he wanted to leave him alone when guarding somewhere, yet the human remained defiant.

"Brush. I want to 'brush' my teeth." William pointed out, emphasizing the point, whilst holding the still squirming creature between two fingers.

"That's inefficient and 'gross' as you say."

"I'm not sticking a bug in my mouth!"

"It's not a bug, it's a type of shrimp and it's how everyone keeps their teeth clean." Torri explained with the air of explaining that water was indeed wet.

"I'm not-" The human's words were lost as the canid, with frightening speed, reached forwards with one hand, and held the human's jaw in one hand, holding his teeth apart through his cheeks, then Torri, using his free arm, merely grabbed William's forearm and brought the squirming creature to his lips. Before William could react, the shrimp had pulled itself into the human's mouth and begun its work. The canid merely clamped his now free hand over the human's mouth with a bemused expression while William squirmed and screwed up his face, feeling the thing writhe and move.

"Don't swallow it. Never eat a dental shrimp." The canid explained while watching the human's face. Within ten seconds, William could feel the shrimp attempting to crawl back out through his lips, where the canid finally released him. The canid didn't bother trying to pluck the dental shrimp from the human's lips. Canids didn't have that kind of dexterity and would more likely leave William with at least a cut. Instead, the solider merely took a step back while William instinctively spat the tiny creature on to the floor whilst trying not to gip.

"There; you see?" Torri bent down and plucked the creature from the floor, before throwing it into the jar of green liquid kept by the bathroom sink with others of its kind. "All clean!"

William frowned, and hated the fact that when he ran a tongue over and along his teeth, they felt like he had just come from the dentist after a clean and polish. Better than what he could have done...

The various worlds and cultures amongst the stars had an infinite array of treasures to behold. They were post-scarcity societies. There were countless wonders that blew Willaim away like every time he got to see space stations the size of moons float through the sky. Then, there were the culture shocks. Reminders that this wasn't Earth, that it wasn't sanitised or what was expected on Earth.

The mere act of 'brushing' one's teeth was seen as primitive and disgusting. Whereas using a symbiotic creature to accomplish the same goal was completely normal. The human breathed in deep and calmed himself. When in Rome... He considered the event in a positive light, letting more of his standards from Earth slip further away.

"It's... kind of minty..?" He admitted honestly.

"That's the way! Now... the truly hard task of deciding what to do today. We could sit on the sofa and watch the new show or lay in bed and watch the new show."

"New show?"

"Aw! I forgot to tell you! They found a 'lapped top'! It's human and they put the show onto the data net. I don't know if you know it or not, you said that there were enough films not everyone had seen everything?" Torri explained, walking back into the living area.

"Do you know what it's called?" William asked, eyeing the squirming shrimp before turning off the bathroom light.

"Something like The Blue Extended Ring Lords? I'm not remembering it right, but it's something like that."

The human paused, before letting hope bloom inside of him. Torri had no idea what he was suggesting. William had to admit, the pros outweighed the cons with living with aliens sometimes. As he watched Torri create a nest on the sofa before patting the space between his legs for William to join him, the human gave a contented grin.

Life could still be good. 

[aishangotome]

Alfons Sylvatica: [Mad Love] Chapter 23

Chapter 22

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(Alfons' POV)

At the appointed time, Councilor Gore appeared, holding an invitation from the fake Privy Council.

Before me, the "guard."

Alfons: Welcome.

Gore: Ah.

Humans usually don't pay much attention to those they deem unimportant.

(The proof is that even this cunning and sly councilor,)

(With just a little guard-like decoration as camouflage,)

(Doesn't even doubt the identity of the person in front of him.)

Alfons: This way, please.

I open the door for the councilor, and he passes in front of me as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

As we pass each other, I reach out to his nape, and the sensation makes Councilor Gore turn his gaze back.

Gore: ... What is it?

Alfons: Excuse me... there's an insect on you, may I brush it off?

Gore: Ah... go ahead.

I gently brush the nape of his neck, visible from his high-quality suit.

Alfons: "The esteemed members of the Privy Council are waiting for you."

Alfons: ––There, it's gone.

Alfons: Tonight is a wonderful banquet to celebrate your "purification" achievements. Please enjoy the delicious feast.

Gore: Haha, I'm looking forward to it.

This man's eyes no longer see the truth.

Until the curtain falls on his life.

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(Back to Kate's POV)

Tonight, there is no one in the palace except Crown.

Not even the aides or nobles, nor the guards who should be protecting this place.

Victor has pulled some strings to make it off-limits until dawn.

(It's so quiet, it's almost scary...)

The silence fills the entire palace, so much so that I think this must be the first time in history...

And within that silence, the sound of two pairs of footsteps approaches.

(They're here...)

Alfons: This way, please.

Councilor Gore shows up in the dining hall, showing no sign of sensing anything unusual in this silence.

(Thank goodness... Alfons seems to be unharmed.)

I'm relieved that he brought the councilor here safely.

William, Victor, and Lord Elbert are sitting imposingly at the dining table, and I'm also nervously taking my seat.

I was told I could wait in the next room, but... I couldn't just be a spectator from a distance.

Victor: Thank you for coming, Councilor Gore.

Gore: Thank you for the invitation.

Councilor Gore bows respectfully and takes a seat at the guest table.

(In his eyes, the Crown members here are reflected as the elders of the Privy Council...)

It seemed pitiful that he was the only one in this room who didn't understand that his life was in the hands of the Crown, whom he had considered his enemy---,

A mountain of corpses from the orphanage, piled up like a black mountain.

People of the East End falling to knives swung indiscriminately.

Even using small children to try and set fire to the docklands.

Thinking of the atrocities carried out under his direction, I couldn't bring myself to sympathize.

Elbert: ... I apologize for not being able to respond to your request.

Gore: No, not at all. I know you are all very busy.

William: Tonight's banquet is to deepen our friendship with you.

William: Please enjoy yourself to the fullest.

Gore: I will do so.

Alfons: ......

Alfons, standing guard before the door, signals the start of the "banquet."

William: A toast, to begin with.

At his cue, Ellis, disguised as a waiter, brings in the aperitifs.

Ellis: Here you are.

Gore: Ah, thank you.

Councilman Gore accepts a glass from the silver tray offered by Ellis, who smiles faintly.

(In that glass...)

There's a fast-acting poison.

William, who decided on poisoning to avoid bloodshed in the palace, gives a chilling smile.

-I couldn't tell if it was sensible or immoral.

But one thing was certain: their "evil," with its unwavering determination to never let him leave alive, filled the dining room.

People are being killed right in front of me.

The fear of that still wells up inside me.

But I didn't look away.

(Alfons, who laughs that reality doesn't matter,)

(As a member of Crown, he's sure to subdue the source of the tragedy...)

Because it holds the same meaning as what he does in the city at night.

William: Now then -- cheers.

Councilor Gore -- right before our eyes, he drank the poisoned champagne and died on the spot.

-

Victor and William seem to be taking care of the governor's body in secret, and the two of them stayed behind at the palace.

Ellis said he had a job that Jude asked him to finish by tonight and disappeared into the darkness.

And then---

Alfons: Well, now that our mission is over...

As I went outside the palace with Elbert and Alfons, grey eyes caught mine in a bewitching invitation.

Alfons: Shall we go on a date, Kate?

--CHOICES--

What are you talking about?

It's very Alfons

Are you sure?

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Kate: Are you sure about this?

I blink at the sudden change of pace...

Alfons: Don't you want to? A date.

Kate: Well, that's...

Just a moment ago, I witnessed someone being killed.

And at the same time, it means that the series of "purification" incidents have been resolved.

(I want to say I'm glad, but I can't bring myself to say it.)

(Before I can even process it, a date...?)

Elbert: ...I think I'll head back to the castle.

Elbert: Have fun.

Elbert coughs softly and looks at us with a somewhat amused smile.

Kate: E-Elbert, too...?

Alfons: Come on, come on, let's go.

He puts his arm around my shoulder a little forcefully--and I, being slow, finally realize.

(Could this be...again?)

(Is he making such an absurd proposal so that I don't suffer any unnecessary anguish...?)

I glance at Alfons next to me.

Alfons: ...? What is it?

(...Oh dear.)

(He's really a troublesome person.)

Kate: If it's a wholesome date, then by all means.

Alfons: Ah ha! There's no such thing as a wholesome date at this late hour, is there?

That's right, this time before dawn is when he enjoys his nightlife--his "rotten private life."

(But...)

Kate: You want me to teach you how to love properly, right?

Kate: Tonight, I'll decide where we go and what we do.

Alfons: I see, that's an interesting idea.

Elbert: Be careful you two...Al, make sure you come back.

Kate: Leave it to me, Elbert. I'll drag him back even if I have to.

Elbert: ...Mm, thank you.

Alfons: Hey hey, don't gang up on me based on your troublesome trauma.

Alfons: Come on, Kate, let's go.

Alfons beckons me to the long night that is about to begin.

The mission was completed without incident, and Alfons wasn't going to try to die again--

Kate: Okay!

I smiled and put my hand on his.

--Unaware of the footsteps creeping up on us.

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(Alfons' POV)

The girl who boasted of a "wholesome date" lived up to her word, walking side by side through a park, and proudly declared that she knew of a sweets shop that was open late at night.

Kate: I'll go buy some. Wait here a moment.

Alfons: Alright, alright.

I watch her back as she runs off with a smile.

Alfons: ..."Love is something you give without expecting anything in return"...was that it?

I suddenly remembered a sermon or something I'd heard somewhere.

Alfons: Proper love...you must be talking about Kate's love, right?

I had thought it was something far removed from me, but when I tried to accept it head-on, it was so dazzling that it was too much for me to handle.

???: --Hey.

I turned around at the voice to see a man standing there.

A man I'd never seen before.

But his hostile expression was enough to figure out the situation.

Man: Tonight, Councilor Gore was supposed to be invited to the Privy Council at the palace...but you're the only ones who came out of the palace.

Man: On top of that...several of my comrades from the Purification Club have gone missing.

The man's identity was as I expected, a boring one with no surprises.

Alfons: Ah...are you an associate of Councilor Gore or something?

With a gentle smile, he pulls off his black leather gloves, fingertip first.

Alfons: The bugs like you that were swarming around the palace should have been exterminated by William and the others...

Alfons: Did they miss one?

Alfons: Or perhaps you were deemed harmless and left alone?

Man: What are you talking about...? Where did you take the councilman? Who are you people...?

Man: Why are you targeting us!?

Alfons: You ask a lot of questions.

The man's eyes are bloodshot, a mix of murderous intent and fear.

His hands are still in his pockets.

(A knife? No, a coward like this probably has a gun.)

Alfons: Because... if you look back on what you've done, isn't this your own fault?

Man: We were just getting rid of the slum people who were disturbing the social order!

Man: You guys too... If you're saying you're killing us because we're in the way, you're the same as us!

Man: If that's the case... you have no complaints about being killed too, right?

At the same time as the bark, a gun is drawn from the man's pocket.

I almost yawn at this predictable, boring turn of events.

Alfons: Indeed, if the unilateral taking of life is to be condemned as evil, then we are no different from you.

Alfons: But—so what?

Alfons: We impose selfish evil on each other, and the survivor claims justice.

Alfons: Isn't that how the world works?

Man: Then we'll kill you—and we'll become justice!

(Ah, how troublesome.)

This is a common, worn-out scene that I've seen countless times since I started working for "Crown."

I'm in a world where it wouldn't be surprising if I were killed tomorrow out of spite.

I thought it was fine, and I don't know how many times I've thought about just disappearing like this.

(A person who is in this situation, despite carrying the fate of being forgotten in death...)

(I'm starting to think it's really foolish to try to love each other properly.)

It should have been the most unpleasant turn of events to use this curse, which is perfect for turning someone's life into a tragedy, to create another tragedy.

(Happiness that will one day turn to tragedy...)

(What's the point of giving such a thing?)

The warmer the memories, the greater the disappointment at their loss.

It is precisely because there is such a thing as love that we despair when we lose it.

(Wouldn't it be much more accurate to say that I loved her properly if I were killed here and now?)

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Mad Love Chapter 24

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[pastelalleycat]

Like its predecessor, the Illumination movie Sing 2 features sideplots with its deurotagonists that revolve around and eventually assimilate into the central story (putting on the in-movie musical Out of This World). Now, I love Sing 2. Despite a shaky first act, it has an incredible finale that hits almost every chord right. But there's a part of the movie I haven't seen anyone complain about (besides me, in YouTube comment sections) and I really think it needs to be addressed. It hasn't left my head since the movie came out and it still really rubs me the wrong way.

...that part is Darius, okay? I hate Darius.

Please hear me out.

In Meena's sideplot she has to kiss someone on stage for her song, but not having had her first kiss yet, she feels incredibly nervous about it. Buster Moon tells her not to worry, because he thinks he's got the perfect guy to pair with her. In comes the new hire, an acclaimed Broadway-equivalent actor sure to sweep her off her feet.

Darius is a girl's stereotypical first date: charismatic, moody, a little ditzy, very romantic. He doesn't make the best impression with either Meena or Buster, but especially with Meena; he gloats about the success of his previous show, only after doing so addressing he's been told about Meena's nerves- forgetting her name in the process.

When Meena tries to correct Darius ("it's Meena, not Gina"), he asks her not to interrupt him in the future instead of accepting the criticism. Meena's ears are pulled close to her face, a behavior carried over from the first film that she does when feeling very shy and guarded.

Their initial rehearsal doesn't go well, with Darius initiating unwanted physical contact with Meena. The chemistry is very clearly not working, and everyone can see it, but they assume it's just a rocky start.

This is where the problems really begin.

A phrase that's frequently thrown around with Darius and Meena is "find the feeling". Miss Crawly says it (in essence, at least) over her megaphone to try to get the co-stars in line, but Darius is by far the one who uses it the most. It's not a comforting statement, it's not a "let's work this out", it's a demand- because if the chemistry isn't there when the curtains go up, Darius's reputation could be affected. (Meena's as well, but he's not concerned about that.)

Meena runs outside to get some fresh air and meets Alphonso- voiced rather impressively by Pharrell Williams, as a sidenote- and it's not only love at first sight, perhaps her first real crush even, but the antithesis of everything Darius is. Sweet, non-judgemental, genuinely appreciative.

It was at this point, watching the movie for the first time, that I guessed how Meena's story would wrap up. She'd tell Buster she was uncomfortable, Darius would get kicked to the curb, and they'd hire Alfonso to star alongside her. Happy ending. (If only Alfonso could sing, but we never get any indication he has talent or experience, just that Meena imagines so.)

Well, Meena tells Buster no less than twice through the subplot that she's uncomfortable with Darius. Instead of letting her explain and listening to her concerns, he quickly tells her she has to stay with him for the act. The anxiety and stress and Darius's smartassery just keep building until the actual performance.

Darius asks her one last time, desperately, still calling her Gina, to "find the feeling".

She imagines Alphonso.

And she does it.

And that's, apparently, the victory the story was looking for. Darius goes with the rest of the cast on the big tour, Meena gets Alphonso's number so she can FaceTime him every now and then, and everyone's okay with how the stars aligned.

But me? God, I'm not. The fact that Darius recieved zero backlash (as far as I know), that his stuck-up behavior was treated as cute and quirky by the fanbase, infuriates me. I rarely get infuriated by cartoons, but this, as an AFAB person who was groomed online, is something I absolutely can't stand. Darius is treated as a comedic figure, and yes, it's "just" a kiss, but his behavior is far from funny, and a first kiss that goes anything like this is far from inconsequential.

Meena should never have been pushed to the point of needing to imagine someone in Darius's place in order to play her role. She should never have been forced to act with, much less kiss, him at all. It reminds me, tragically, of how people in situations of continued distress will imagine themselves in a better place to help them get through it. How a young girl, if she's attracted to boys or raised to assume such, may assume she must always be willing to please her boyfriend before taking her own needs into account.

Meena deserved so much better in Sing 2. She needed Buster to listen to her, Rosita to give her candy from her purse, Johnny to give her a hug, Günter to make her laugh. She needed a community. The kids watching her did, too. And the film didn't give them that dignity.

[stormyoceans]

vv brainrot continuation:

dad, I missed you (mom, I missed you)

that cute "feels so good" sound (pink drink, I really want to try it)

hugs in bed are the same as after joob’s funeral

part 3/4 damn music from vice versa! aof, fuck, just admit everything already!

we got lost (and found our local glasshouse)

bonfires and songs with guitar

return of shirts (and they smell like each other. what could be more erotic)

interrupted kiss (okay, not because of bad breath)

the description of the sky is worthy of rawi’s palette the guys were right, this damn miss universe appeared before our eyes. lord, I'm not completely alive, monica. what about you? you know, maybe sea didn’t lie, and the remaining episodes won’t be sad even despite the breakup, bc the worst and most expected has already happened, and then everything will go easier. william's song brought me to tears, it's beautiful! and I liked day's version. its so romantic. but, forgive me, the bed scene could have been much better, the angles and amount of blur didn’t turn out very well, and, tbh, I expected more tactility from day, so that he could study mork’s body with his hands. it was so important to him, but they showed it to us very quickly and didn’t spend enough time on it. but I really liked that they were presented as switch, moving away from the nightmare clichés, it's great. the scene on the mountain is the pinnacle of it all, and lord knows the boys pulled it off superbly. it was so emotional. I crumbled like sand and don’t know how I’ll recover by next week. monica, share your brainrot, I’m sure I missed everything possible bc I was so busy in the bed scene.

SORRY PINKYBRAIN IM AFRAID IM GONNA BE COMPLETELY USELESS THIS TIME AROUND I SWEAR I EVEN TRIED TO REWATCH THE EPISODE TO PICK UP MORE PARALLELS BUT I ONLY ENDED UP SOBBING ON THE FLOOR WHILE CLUTCHING A BUNCH OF SCREENSHOTS TO MY CHEST

and you've already pointed out all of these moments but allow me to put them side by side anyway because!!!!!!!

[CHANTS] COMFORT SHIPS COMFORT SHIPS COMFORT SHIPS PORTRAYED BY THE MOST COMFORT BOYS JUST SO COMFORT SHAPED COMFORT SHIPS!!!!!!!!!

and even if these two moments can’t really be compared THEY INVENTED EMOTIONAL FOREHEAD TOUCHES TOO!!!!!!!!

my personal emotional devastation aside, tho, i do think there are some parallels to be drawn between episode 9 of vice versa and episode 9 of last twilight, between puen on an island finally accepting his life in the original universe and by the end "gaining sight" on who talay really is, and day on a mountain finally accepting going blind and having his last sight being mork. i also think it's interesting that in last twilight (the ost) at one point there's the line "my heart cherishes the memory of us" while in vice versa the very last line of friend credits' second movie is "though we aren't together tomorrow, you're always here in my memories". like idk if it's a reach but both shows are about seeing when you can't really see (not just in the literal physical sense) and acceptance and carrying this love that helped you through it all with you and i just think someone with a brain activity currently higher than my own could make some connections!!!!!!!!

i personally did like the sex scene (i've talked about it here a little if you're interested), but i think i also get what you mean. if it were for me we would definitely have gotten a 17 minutes long one take focused on day's hands as he traced every part of mork's body starting from his face and slowly making his way down to his feet. but at the same time i wonder if it would have made sense for their first time. i feel like day was already so preoccupied with his sight being almost gone that what he needed in that moment was to get lost in the feelings rather than commit mork's body to memory. and who knows, last twilight has already broken p’aof’s habit of having only a couple of kisses in his shows, maybe it will make him give us another intimate scene too!!!

[connectionterminated13]

Any other details you’ve been thinking about for the Millie and Elizabeth au?

There's a couple of things that have been floating around in my brain space... This is going to be very long...

- Relationship progression stuff with Elizabeth and Millie!

I think I've mentioned this before but they start off as like not really friends more like acquaintances. Like Elizabeth thinks Millie is really cool and wants to be her friend and Millie thinks Elizabeth is just a prep! (My immortal voice). I think they kind of start being friends after The whole Millies Crush/boyfriend dating another girl (Sorry if I'm not remembering that right it's been a billion years since I've read count the ways). Liz finds her being a pissed off mess in the Bathroom at their school and they chat about it. Millie realizes that Elizabeth isn't really that bad, But still things that she can't possibly understand Being such a perfect girl with a perfect life.

They get like a lot closer and the plot really starts Post count the ways, Elizabeth visits Millie in the hospital as she's recovering from having like most of the arteries in her neck slashed and nearly bleeding out. Elizabeth believes her about the evil murder bear, Explain the lore, And apologizes because in her eyes there's nothing they can do to stop it. Millie tells her that's stupid and that they could stop William! Elizabeth tentatively agrees and they start trying to track down William's monsters and killing/like dispatching them before they do murder.

From here on out I imagine there's a lot of smaller stories of Liz And Millie catching the evil machines, Stopping the frights before they happen and all that, Having lesbian tension. Elizabeth knows she likes Millie but She doesn't want to pursue that because the only other queer person she knows is her father the deranged murderer and also Her own fear that she's inherently just as bad as William and could hurt her the people close to her. Millie is a lot more accepting of the crush since she's goth, But she's still having a bit of a hard time like grappling with that internally.

Then some big event happens, IDK maybe a Fight with Some extra spooky monster from frights (I was thinking ralpho or My re-imagined Eleanor). And they're trapped together alone and both of them are very sure they're going to die. Liz apologizes to Millie blaming herself for their situation, She pulled Millie into this After all it's her fault, The 2 of them are going to be torn apart or stitched into something new and horrible and it's all her fault. She probably whispers something like "I'm just like him aren't I?" Millie holds her and Tells her it's both of their faults and that's okay. Even if it was a small one they made a difference. Millie also tells Elizabeth that she's nothing like her dad, She's a wonderful lady and it's sad they didn't get to be together longer. Then they kiss. Then the monster is stopped by probably Mikey and Charlie coming to the rescue. And the 2 surviving and realizing that both of them like each other decide to start dating yea!!!

- I have a weird idea of how to use Casey/the new kid from frights?

So before this you should know that I'm thinking about using my frights re imagining/ Agony creature lore for this! In my frights re imagining Casey from the new kid is an agony creature who kind of dislike runs around scamming into people's friend groups just to kill them till I get agony.

I think here he does the same thing on the side but mostly he's Kind of trying to suck up to William by like "protecting" Liz (William knows he exists and let him do his thing but also does not care at all about him in any way) . He's like one of her only friends before Millie. Elizabeth sort of knows what he is but things he's just like William's way of keeping eyes on her. After Millie comes along and Elizabeth spends most of her time with Millie, Casey gets worried that They're going to get on to him and like set him on fire or something. I think he's probably a minor antagonist, in like the first or second part...

- Abigail And her relationship with Elizabeth and also her feelings on Millie

Abigail loves Elizabeth More because she's William's daughter than because Abigail is her stepmother. William loves her so like a good wife Abigail loves her. She wants what's best for Elizabeth and what's best for her is what William wants and what William wants is Elizabeth to be like Him/a good daughter who doesn't ask questions or step out of line.

And that was going well until Millie came. Millie maid Elizabeth adventures which made William madd which made Abigail mad. These 2 girls were now ruining so many of their plans and if William didn't tell her not to Elizabeth would have been shoved in a robot by now. Also the fact that (as everyone can tell) they're clearly together. Like Abigail knows that William is not straight and how William has a weird fascination with Henry. She's done her best to steer him away from that but Elizabeth being gay too opens up that wound again. Because no matter how hard Abigail tries she'll never be the Henry that William imagines Henry is in his head.

- Zombie???

I think it would be funny if there was a running joke that Michael didn't like zombies. He finds them gross. Anything that his father makes that has to do with like weird flesh organic junk freaks him out.

Also there are like no zombies in frights so this is probably going to be the one connection terminated AU without a zombie :(..... Maybe I throw in the kids from the breaking wheel I don't know.

[celemee]

"it should have been you" hurt prompt.

Heyooo! Thanks for the delightful prompt. I'm sorry it's sat in my inbox for ages. How would you feel about some Cullbastian? With the added spice of my sorry ass Inquisitor William Trevelyan getting his heart stomped on?

@dadrunkwriting

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Nobody had expected The Prince of Starkhaven to come in person upon the acceptance of his offer of aid. Least of all Cullen.

Surely the word of his involvement had reached Sebastian's ears; Josephine knew the man to keep well informed of all the movers in Southern politics.

The very same Josephine had insisted upon his attendance of this formal dinner. Bad etiquette for the commander to skip negotiating matters pertaining to forces.

So here he sits, in his scratchy formals, eating food that tastes like ash. Laughing at jokes that don't quite register. Ignoring William's insistent hand creeping up his thigh.

Sebastian, on the opposite side of the table, radiates warmth and confidence. Lips stretched in a wide smile, revealing perfect teeth. Precise in his words, meeting Josephine toe to toe.

"Why don't we get out of here?" William whispers into his ear when no-one's looking.

Cullen's stomach coils — his eyes squeeze shut.

It's not that he doesn't love William. He does.

But had there ever been a real chance... Had life gone differently, had the circumstances not been stacked against them...

"Commander, are you feeling all right?"

Cullen snaps from his thoughts. It's Cassandra who speaks, but he finds Sebastian gazing at him with concern, a hint of regret in his eyes. And as always, his heart skips a beat.

"Quite fine."

William squeezes his hand, smiling charmingly at Sebastian: "The Commander has caught a flu, but he is too proud and hardworking to admit it."

Cullen plays along, and the dinner continues in much the same manner. Laughs are had, plans are made, input is offered and requested, and maps are marked. Signatures signed.

At last, their plates are empty and beds call — Cullen follows William out of the dining hall. Only to be caught by Sebastian.

"A word, Commander?"

William lifts a brow, but seems to read the room. He shoots Cullen a private smile and bids Sebastian goodnight, then turns on his heels and leaves.

Silence stretches as Cullen's colleagues vacate the room, each eager to rest. It's only once they're alone that Sebastian speaks.

"I shouldn't have come here," he starts quietly. "I didn't realise you were..."

Cullen says nothing, biting on the inside of his cheeks.

"...spoken for."

His eyes close at the words. "Am I to understand you came here for me?"

Sebastian shuffles on his feet, looking away. Before he speaks, he clears his throat and nods. "I thought... hm... that now would be a good time. To be together."

A sad smile curls Cullen's lips. His throat constricts, strangling his voice unusable. He does the only thing he can; pulls Sebastian against himself. Wraps his arms around him.

"It should have been you," he whispers, a mountain of regret falling upon him. Truer words he's never spoken. It's always been him. It will always be him.

Sebastian nods into his shoulder, ever understanding. Holding on tight, as if making every moment count.

"I never thought..." Cullen trails off, shaking his head. "No, I didn't believe you'd still feel something for me, after all this time. And William... well, William is a force of nature."

"You should be with him." Sebastian pulls out of the embrace slowly and regretfully, swallowing. There's a sheen in his eyes that probably mirrors Cullen's own. "He needs you."

They stand there in the light of the torches, their eyes speaking in the wordless language perfected so long ago in empty corridors and Chantry halls. Everything that was, and what could have been hanging between them.

"What if I need you?" Cullen asks at last, his voice softer than a whisper.

Sebastian takes his hand, holding it between his own. A spark of hope in his eyes.

"Then come to me after all of this is through. Come to me as a free man."

Cullen sighs, squeezing Sebastian's hand. He's waited for years, and he'll wait for as many more that's needed. But when Sebastian turns to leave, Cullen's heart has never been heavier; the world could end tomorrow.

This could be the last time they meet.

[lerry-hazel]

The long-ass Thomas Barrow post that needs to stop living in my brain

Part 2: The Sad Ones

Be as it may, if the bad stuff was all we ever got to know about Thomas Barrow, eventually I would have accepted, that, nope, he's just evil, – and moved on.

However, the show also has those parts strategically blended in where we are supposed to feel for Thomas. Probably. Maybe. I guess. Right?

First, chronologically, we have the “blighty”: it was possibly meant as a squarely bad thing, in contrast with William, but I firmly believe no one who hasn't actually been to war gets to judge. Nevertheless, I admit it would have gone down better if we could have seen Thomas actually helping the wounded in the hospital, thus still pulling his weight and dealing with the horrors of war, albeit second-handedly.

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Then comes the Jimmy thing.

A lot could be said about how, if it was meant to be “just a kiss”, it should have been written as just a kiss. But whatever, I remember vehemently insisting – when my outraged grandmother demanded how I could possibly like Judas in JCS – that it's possible to feel sorry for someone just because they are feeling bad, regardless of what they had done to deserve it. From that point of view, Thomas’ willingness to just take it lying down is sort of endearing – at least until you realize he didn't have to, like, hunt down a kangaroo to make the whole debacle go away: all it took – literally – was saying three words. Were it mentioned that at that point no one would believe Thomas over O'Brien, or were the insistence to have Thomas punished presented as Jimmy being done with O'Brien's fake placating and finally pushing back, it would have made way more sense. Of course, Thomas’ subsequent lack or gratitude to those who stood by him at those troubling times doesn't help either.

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Then there is “the treatment”, which surely seems appalling, as long as we assume it's chemical castration, or something equally horrifying that's making Thomas feel so ill. But, as soon as we find out what's actually happening – 

First, even though Thomas’ on-screen medical career primarily consisted of sitting on his arse looking self-important, it's hard to believe he doesn't know what an abscess is. And an abscess is by no means indicative of what kind of treatment he's been undergoing. In fact, Thomas should have assumed he hadn't sterilized the needle properly, and taken himself to hospital as soon as the pain became too much, blaming a rusty nail. Alternatively, he could have tried lancing the thing himself, realizing he couldn't see what he was doing and needed someone to hold a mirror. Or he could have put it off until he couldn’t stand upright anymore. But the way he actually brings Baxter in – to, what, tell him he needs to see a doctor if he's feeling unwell? – looks exceedingly less like he's learned to ask for help, and more like he is unsubtly manipulating her into showing him kindness: right after being pointlessly evil to her – again. Sort of "hate me all you want, I know you'll come running if I call."

And let’s not forget about egging the police on in the first place: mistakingly believing changing this one aspect of your personality will make your whole life better is one thing; literally going through considerable pain to turn your life around, yet still purposely doing things you know are wrong is another.

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In a way, the same could be said about Thomas' suicide attempt.

I'm not making a list of most efficient ways to end one's life, but locking oneself in a bathroom in broad daylight wouldn't be anywhere near the top. Also, not undressing fully kinda suggests he didn’t want to be found naked; yet, were he thinking of those who would have to deal with the aftermath, he wouldn't have left them a bloody bathtub to scrub in the first place. Combined with the cryptic message to Molesley, of all people, it frankly looks less like an act of utter desperation, and more like a pity party.

Like, on the one hand, Thomas does seem to have enough reasons to hate his life. However, while finding love might be indeed tragically beyond his reach, it's kinda hard to disregard the fact that his looming unemployment doesn't come from lack of offering, but from his unwillingness to do too much work. Or that, instead of trying to reconnect with his colleagues by making amends for his past misdeeds, Thomas’ attempts to curb his loneliness come in the form of forcing his presence upon people who have no reason to welcome it (it so pisses me off when in fanfiction Carson and/or Mrs. Hughes are made to apologize for not letting him third-wheel on what was obviously their couple’s time).

If I could find motivation to rewrite this arc, I would probably rearrange it all together. Like, when Thomas is urged to seek employment elsewhere, he grabs the first offer that comes his way, because “he never wanted to stay in Downton anyway”. Then, finding himself in a house with virtually no other servants to rely on, or even talk to, and “upstairs lot” unwilling to put up with his shenanigans, he is starting to realise what a mistake he’s made, and is eventually driven to despair.

Wouldn’t be easy to bring him back, but in DA universe screenwriting miracles so do happen ;-)  

[kaythetrashcan]

A second perspective of my fanfic "Fatherly hug". I thought it would be fun to write smt like this.

Here's the original post:

A man and a monster

William was sitting in his car, nervously tapping on the steering wheel. 'It will be over soon. And I can continue my experiments in peace.' He took a deep breath, turned of the engine and got out. Attempting to forget the several nights where his animatronics almost bit his arm off, he looked around.

He found himself in front of a small suburban house. The garden was tiny but well kept. Building had a pleasant lavender shade and the door had several flowers handpainted on them. 'He's getting too close. How can I know what he'll do? I need to get rid of him.'

William took another deep breath. 'He's a monster anyways. H-he deserves this,' he tried to convince himself.

He put on a smile, straightened his back and rang the bell. "Coming!" the resident of the house shouted. William waited for a bit before the door opened.

"Father?" said the young man at the door.

"Hello Michael." He smiled.

William continued to smilen despite memories flooding his head. Memories he wished didn't exist. 'He's a monster, he's a monster, he's a monster...' he repeated to himself. 'Let's just concentrate on the task at hand.'

"I heard you got your degree. Congratulations!" William explained. "Um... Thanks?"

He continued: "You must be looking for a job then?"

"Yes, I am." Mike replied.

"Well, do I have a an opportunity for you."

"What?"

"We're looking for technician for the evening shift. You'd be perfect," he lied. Michael never took interest in anything mechanical, preferring to draw from a very early age. A simple crayon drawing of Fredbear and Bonnie popped into William's head.

Michael didn't answer for a while.

"Not sure?" he prompted the young man..

"I'm still thinking it over. I doubt it's a job for me."

'Damn it,' William cursed. 'I guess I'll have to try a little harder.'

"Don't worry, you don't need any experience," he added. "It's really simple. And a great opportunity to expand your horizons." William laughed a bit to seem more genuine.

Mike still didn't look swayed. 'I guess it a time for my trump card.'

"And if that won't convince you, maybe your sister will."

"Abby? But she's been miss-"

"She's there. I can't help her but you can," William said quietly.

Even if it wasn't the truth, he knew Michael would do anything for his little sister. He remembered Mike teaching her to walk and laughing when she toddled to him, hugging her every time. He remembered his still face, covered in sparkly pink make-up, as Elizabeth tried to make him look "pretty". He remembered the desperate letters and calls, begging him to see his sister, to somehow make up for his actions.

And his plan worked, he could see it in his face. "I accept. I'll do anything to help her."

"I knew you wouldn't disappoint me," William smiled, ignoring the sudden pain in his gut. "Please just fill out these documents and deliver them to me tommorow. Your shift will start on Monday." "Alright," Mike agreed, mindlessly taking the papers out of his hands.

Now was time for the final step of his plan. 'Just to convince him further.'

"And Michael?"

"Yes, father?"

He pulled Mike into a hug. "I love you, Michael," he added to be even more believable.

'I haven't hugged my children since...' he got lost in thought. Mike took a bit to react, before wrapping his arms tightly around him, squeezing his chest. William stiffened as his son replied.

"I love you too, dad."

[thelightlyusedlibrary]

My take on the prompt below the cut. Constructive criticism is welcome and appreciated as I've recently started writing again after a long break and I'm rusty!

My footsteps echoed off the tile as I walked down the brightly lit hallway. The wing I had been directed to was sparsely decorated and seemed to consist solely of offices and classrooms. Passing the line of closed doors I began to rethink accepting Mr. Jones’ offer. 

Sure he was promising enough money to pay off my debts but was the risk really worth it? I still didn���t know where he wanted me to go or what I was supposed to do. Before I could change my mind and leave I made it to Jones’ office. Taking a deep breath and shaking off my nerves, I knocked on the door.

“Just a moment,” there was shuffling and a small thud before Jones appeared, “Ah, Mr. Williams, please come in.” He stepped back, pulling the door open as he went. 

His office was a stark contrast to the hall outside. There were floor to ceiling shelves along the wall across from the door and picture frames lined the others. Near the back wall stood a sturdy looking desk surrounded by plants and filing cabinets. On top of one of them was a film projector pointed straight ahead at the only blank wall. 

“Please take a seat,” Mr. Jones said gesturing to the comfortable looking chairs in front of his desk. I sat down and let out a gasp when the chair turned under me.

“Ah,”Jones laughed under his breath, “pardon me. I forgot to warn you the chairs swivel. I do hope you can forgive my thoughtlessness.” There was a glint in his eye as he spoke as if he found the whole thing to be hilarious.

“Uh, yeah , sure,” I said. Jones chuckled to himself as he sat behind the desk and pulled out a folder.

“Anyway, I asked you here today because I’ve been told you have access to a Jump Watch.” He arched his brow and I tried my best to keep my reaction natural.

“As I told you over the phone, I have all the tools I need to do the job at hand.” I paused for a moment, “ That is if you would tell me what the job was.”

He starred me down for a moment before standing and crossing the room the the panel of switches by the door. He flipped one and a white screen came down, covering the blank wall, before he flipped the other leaving the room in the dim light of the lamp on the desk. Returning to his seat, he opened a drawer of his desk and pulled out a reel of film. I watched as he put the film into the projector and set it in motion. 

Turning to the screen I watched as footage that shouldn’t exist began to play. A team of people carving a massive block of stone while an unfinished pyramid stood behind them. There was a click and the scene changed to a Roman sporting event. Another click brought the chaos of the French Revolution. Click after click historical events played out in front of me. Finally the picture faded out and I was left staring at the flickering light as the projector still spun. 

How did he find people willing to get this footage for him and what happened to the guy that did it before me? A million other question swirled through my mind as I tried to wrap my head around what I’d just seen. Jones busied himself putting the film away, letting me have time to process. The sounds of shuffling died out and a small chuckle shattered the fragile silence we had fallen into.

“I have to say your reaction is quite a first for me, Mr. Williams,” he said as I pulled myself out of my thoughts, “Normally, the Jumpers that make it to an in person interview are excited for an easy job.” He was amused. This man had who knows how much footage of events before the invention of the modern camera, on film reels hidden in his desk, and he was amused. 

“How many people have you had actually make a jump?” I asked trying not to let my voice waver.

Jones sat back in his chair and folded his hands on his stomach, “Well at first it was my research partner. We were young and didn’t fully understand the dangers of time travel so he did it himself. We were doing quite well for ourselves until the day he came back from a Jump to the Paleolithic Period injured.” He paused, a far off look in his eye, then laughed under his breath, “I remember him telling me that he thought it wasn’t too bad but when he jumped back it felt like someone had taken a hot knife to his wound. We rushed to the hospital of course but they were able to treat him in time and he died of blood loss on the operating table.” 

Jones was silent for a while and I watched as his relaxed posture stiffened. 

“I didn’t attempt another entry in the project for a good five years before I found the job board I found you through,” he gestured to me,” The man I hired worked with me for a few months before he quite calming it was too taxing on his mind. After him, I found someone who I would consider a friend. She worked with me up until six months ago when she too died to an injury sustained on a jump.” He sighed and leaned forward onto his desk, “I’ve been interviewing potential Jumpers since then but no one seems to want the job after meeting with me.”

That sent a chill down my spine. Where could he be asking people to go that would make them turn down the amount of money he was offering?

“So what would this job entail?”

Jones shifted the folder in front of him to my side of the desk and nodded his head, “Everything I would need you to do is in that folder but I’ll walk through it with you.”

Slowly I slide it to me and flipped the cove open. Inside was a stack of documents much larger than I was expecting. Leafing through them I could make out dates and places on each one. Each jump was numbered, reaching far into the 50s and I was starting to wonder how long Jones expected me to work for him before I received the full payment. Pushing those thoughts aside, I turned back to the first page and gave it a once over.

The date was the 30th of May, 1431, the execution of Joan of Arc. I looked up at Jones and weighed my options. On one hand I could work for him and jump through time filming events and potentially get myself killed or traumatized but I’d have enough money to finally turn my life around. On the other I could say no, walk out of here, and completely forget about Mr. Jones and his project. Sure I’d be going back to a life of debt and just barely scraping by but at least I’d be unscathed. Jones seemed to deflate as I thought through my options but I had made my choice.

“So,” I said, clearing my throat, “what footage do you want me to get?”

Time travel exists, but is dangerous and unreliable. Museums turn to people like you, black market “jumpers” willing to risk it all.