#if it was gonna be anyone's i'm glad it was nathan's

[lunarspiral1127]

X-Men 97 episode 8 *SPOILERS*

Bastion

Not gonna lie, I busted out laughing when I watched his origin story. This is the second time an antagonist had to wait for a couple to make a child and use said child for their plans. Nimrod was lucky that the guy he infected was in a relationship. Plus, I thought it was gonna make Bastion sympathetic due to his childhood flashbacks, but nope.

So, he made a Utopia for humans, but the mutants are enslaved. Saw old Polaris and the Phoenix. But, what bugs me is that he claims that many of the humans consented to be turned into Prime Sentinels without knowing all the details and won't have any memory of being turned. I find it hard to believe that every single one of them would've consented, especially his elderly mother. Dude omitted many details and I'm pretty sure he turned some of them without them knowing. Plus, I'm still mad at him for killing Gambit.

Cameos of Dr. Doom and Zemo (hydra n@zi Zemo, not the MCU version). Wasn't expecting to see them being members of OZT.

Mr. Sinister's just in it for the mutant experimentation.....y'know what? I shouldn't be surprised with that reason why he "teamed up" with Bastion. More test subjects.

Summers Family

Not gonna lie, I was really annoyed with the drama between Cable and Scott. If this was comics Scott, I can understand why Cable's giving him the cold shoulder. But, this Scott didn't wanna abandon Nathan like his dad did to him! It was Madelyn that gave him to Bishop. So, if Scott was there with her, things would've been cool?! God, I'm so sick of this drama. Thank goodness that it didn't last long and that Jean stopped them from escalating it further.

Summers family vs. Prime Sentinels was pretty cool. I like that father/son fistbump, which means things will get better between the two.

It's funny that Jean's being the mom at Cable who's like this big man in his 50s.

Also, Jean and Scott's relationship is getting better which is a relief.

Nightcrawler

Once again, precious boy and MVP. What he said to Jean was really nice. He's always been there as someone's shoulder to lean and cry on. When he talked about Mystique, I felt so bad for him. Honestly, I hated what she did to him just because he was born that way. In the 90s show, she did feel guilt for what she did when Nightcrawler talked to her. But, I still didn't like her for what she did to him. However, with all the words and hugs he's given to others, I hope he has someone who'd give him words and hugs too. He also needs a shoulder to lean and cry on too.

SWASHBUCKLING NIGHTCRAWLER HELL YEAH!!! I've been waiting to see him use swords and it was worth the wait. Him teaming up with Wolverine was really cool. Plus, seeing how his teleporting works was cool too. Love that he was protecting his sister, and I'm glad that we got something with him and Logan cause we haven't had anything like that since he first appeared.

Beast

Why the hell would he let the reporter stay in?! Even if she's not doing her job, she's shouldn't be involved! It has nothing to do with her, plus, I'm pretty sure he revealed a lot of classified information that only the X-Men should be allowed to hear and see. Dammit, Beast. And, dammit Morph for letting her in too.

*sigh* Anyone else think, he's been done dirty in this episode? Cause having her stay in there got his butt kicked. Sure, he didn't know that she was a Prime Sentinel, but they do know the possibility that any human could be one, right? Now, Beast is knocked out along with Rogue, who hasn't woken up still.

Jubilee and Roberto

Okay, so they are gonna be part of the main plot, good. I was worried that they were gonna be sidelined, especially Jubilee.

His mom is a beech. She sold her son out to the Prime Sentinels and didn't believe him and for what? Her reputation?! Man, f**k this beech, she sucks. Poor Roberto though.

Finally using his powers more than once! I counted four times in this whole series so far of when he used them. It's also something that annoys me about the character. He said that he was training in the Danger Room to surprise Jubilee, but why couldn't we have seen that?! Why couldn't we have Roberto training with one of the X-Men's help and see him develop his abilities?! Hell, have Jubilee be there to train him! That way we could've seen more of his abilities and see him grow more and have him interact with other characters, bonding with them. Not just Jubilee. Maybe have him open up to when he first awakened his powers and why he wants to hide them, instead of just telling us.

On the plus side, they should be okay thanks to Magneto's magnetic EMP ability. Speaking of which....

Magneto

I'm glad he didn't get turned into a Prime Sentinel, but I still don't understand how Bastion and Mr. Sinister got his hands on him from Genosha. That blast should've killed him along with the Morlocks. I don't even think it's gonna be explained how they captured him.

His prisoner numbers....yeesh. 😬

The one good thing that Cooper did. Letting him go and realizing that he was right. Aside from that, f**k her. Seriously, was the only good human (regular human, not enhanced) shown in this was Moira?! Cause that's what it feels like.

Now, I was confused at first with what Magneto did, but I think he went to the North or South Poles and used the Earth's magnetic field which is strongest there to cause a worldwide blackout, disabling all the Prime Sentinels. Not killing them, mind you. All while in his underwear, too.

Honestly, I wouldn't blame him if he wages war. He tried to be good. He tried to respect Xavier's dream. But, look what happened. So, I wouldn't blame him if he did this.

HOWEVER! I like that Magneto was good. Part of me doesn't want him to go back to his old ways cause that's gonna be more conflict between him and Xavier. Plus, only Logan claimed that Magneto waged war. If he did, he would've killed the Prime Sentinels, but he didn't. If anything, he'd be waging war on Bastion since he's the one responsible. But, yeah, I'm sorry Xavier. You're cool and all, but Magneto was right.

Cameos

I mentioned Zemo, Doctor Doom, Future Polaris and Future Phoenix. But there were much more.

Omega Red and the Silver Samurai, but one that made me so excited to see......SPIDER-MAN!!! I was so happy to see 90s Spider-Man. I know many would want a sequel to the animated series, but we'll have to wait and see.

The rest I wanna talk/rant about

Professor X shows up finally, but I got miffed when he said "I hope I'm not too late". CHARLES! YOU ARE VERY VERY LATE!!! I know space travel takes time, but COME ON! He better do something real quick to help stop all this crap that's been happening. Dunno how, but it better be something good.

By the way, I'm still annoyed with that black hole excuse. Why couldn't he just contact Scott and the others and stay in touch with them right when he was fully recovered or was well enough?

WHERE THE HELL IS STORM?!?!?! I know she's with Forge, but you'd think the moment she heard about Genosha, she'd head back home flying. She'll probably show up next week, but it's been like two episodes since she got her powers back. Is her not being there sooner a choice the writers made cause if she was there, the fight with the Prime Sentinels would've been over quicker? *sigh* I just wanna see one of my favorites come back and kick some butt like she used too.

I dunno if Forge is gonna come back with Storm, but I hope he does. I want him to help with this Bastion mess. Plus, he did take a photo with him, which has me worried that he was connected somehow but I hope not. It also would be cool, if he contacted the rest of X-Factor and meet up with the X-Men and team up. But, I don't think that's gonna happen.

So, Bishop is definitely out of the picture for the rest of this season, which is bullcrap. It would've been cool to have him and Cable work together again like before along with the X-Men. But, instead, the excuse was they got separated from the time stream. So, we don't even know if he's okay or if he's lost again, or if he actually made it back home. God, I feel like his character's purpose of the show was to help create another characters origin.

Okay, I think that's pretty much it. It was a good episode, even though I did rant on a lot of stuff. We'll see how parts 2 and 3 play out in the next two weeks and hope that the finale will stick the landing.

[gentlebeardsbarngrill]

03/24/24 Daily OFMD Update

TLDR; Rhys Darby; Vico Ortiz; Kudoboards; Fan Spotlight; Daily Darby/Tonight's Taika;

== Rhys Darby ==

Captain's having some birthday celebrations in Aotearoa! Thank you Rose for these lovely peeks at the festivities!

= Vico Ortiz =

Vico as Izzy Hands in Drag Kings. There are also videos. I didn't know if anyone had brought them over yet, if you'd like them, let me know!

== Kudoboards closing soon =

Thank you to @sharpenyersword on Twitter for setting up ALL THE KUDOBOARDS! The rest of the Kudoboard's will close on the 31st. 

Go send the cast and crew some love folks!

David Jenkins

Nathan Foad

Con O'Neill

Ruibo Qian

Leslie F*cking Jones!

Matthew Maher

Vico Ortiz

Samson Kayo

Alex "Ass Tonight" Sherman!

David Fane

Kristian "Wee John Wondays" Nairn!

Samba "BTS and Baking King" Schutte!

Fellow OFMD Fan Crew!

== Fan Spotlight ==

Blood Bucket Bill! One of our favorite side characters! Time for Grant Lobban to shine! Thanks @melvisik <3 So glad to see some of the lesser known characters getting some love.

== Love Notes ==

Hey Lovelies. I hope you all are having a relaxing weekend. As you can see things have been slow over the weekend. This is a great time to fill out some Kudoboards for the other cast and crew if you feel so inclined :) Tonight I'm gonna do something a bit different. I've read a lot of Thich Nhat Hanh over the years and there's a quote I really love from the book, Reconciliation: Healing The inner Child.

“Go back and take care of yourself. Your body needs you, your perceptions need you, your feeling needs you. The wounded child in you needs you. Your suffering needs you to acknowledge it.”

This is something I've spent a lot of time thinking about, the little me, and what she went through. I recently played this meditation by Taika for myself, but thought, "well im not a kid any more is this really for me?" and you know what? We could all use a little encouragement, even if we aren't that little anymore. Whether you play it for you or play it for the little you that was, it's just something nice and calming to try.

Anyway, something a bit different tonight. Hope it brings you some joy. Love you crew, thinking of you <3

== Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika ==

Tonight's theme -- STRIPES!

Darby Courtesy of @thunderwingdoomslayer

Taika Courtesy of my beloved Connie @spirker

[egcdeath]

yayy i'm so glad you liked the idea of patrick in big little lies neptune. i have so many more thoughts, but just gonna put a spoiler warning here for anyone who hasn't seen the show/read the book but is interested in doing so :)

I hundred percent do believe it would take a toll on both you and patrick, mostly because I think you may just want a peaceful life (like you moved there for the beach and to have a good school for your daughter, not for drama) and well patrick is a hot head! like really all it takes is one passive aggressive statement from someone in the neighborhood to piss him off and you don't want that. i imagine reader is very very frustrated with herself for not being able to write anything she likes at the moment (relatable bahaha) and just wants some peace to really push herself through her writer's block. she knows this won't happen if patrick is picking fights with anyone who says anything that upsets him. Of course she does thinks a lot of what they say and do is annoying and unnecessary, but she is rather indirect in her insults to them, not wanting any out right confrontation on the spot.

I think this would cause some tension between reader and patrick because he wouldn't understand why she's behaving this way or why's she mad when he reacts the way he does.

"why tf do you care what they think"

"i don't, i just don't want any problems patrick"

"i'm not the one starting them, if they're the ones acting like that!"

"you know what i mean"

variations of this on and on, and regardless it always gets resolved because it's always something small, i think that would completely change once your daughter starts getting hurt.

again patrick is the hothead so I think he is the one who is instantly upset (like that's his little girl, does anyone really think he is just going to sit down and let it happen). i can so imagine him taking a position like renata and being so quick to blame ziggy and jane and being so verbally angry and upset about everything. in comaprison, i think reader is equally upset and angry but just not vocal about it. she wants to figure out who is doing this before instantly pinning the blame on any one person and just wants her daughter to be safe

now these arguments about how they react to the people around town are completely different and much more pressing, because your daughter is getting hurt and you guys still don't know who is doing it. there is no coming to some quick resolution with this

-🫀

i loveee the idea of you and patrick only really seeing each other in pretty low stress periods of your life (like both of you having stability in your careers with you writing/publishing your first book and it doing well & with patrick having the stability of being in a steady relationship, having a strong career, and support from his family), so when you get to monterey and shit starts hitting the fan, you’re both kinda surprised by the ways you start acting. like you always knew patrick was a hot head, but you didn’t realize JUST how bad it could be, and i think patrick would be surprised by how much you start receding back into yourself in periods of high stress (which he doesn’t love, since he’s someone who values being really honest and upfront about feelings). all of that to say these two are not equipped at all for monterey, let alone for their beloved daughter to start being bullied!

like you said, i think that you two have such different ways you go about dealing with your annoying neighbors and the other parents at the school. like patrick refuses to let shit slide and WILL go confront whoever he needs to (i just keep thinking about that scene where nathan tries to apologize to ed and he just rejects it lmao), but you get annoyed with them but kinda let it go. at first you would rant to patrick about something shady one of the moms said to you, thinking you’re just venting in confidence, but he ends up confronting one of the husbands about that very thing. that would absolutely be another point of tension because obviously you love patrick but you don’t know if you can vent to him without him running off and cussing someone out and in a place like monterey you simply need to be a united front!

i also feel like you and patrick would be on the younger side of the parents there which kinda makes it hard for everyone else to take you guys seriously. i just think it would be a struggle in general for you guys. you kinda want to move but the location is good for school and you guys have such a beautiful house in such an amazing location that you don’t know if you want to give it up so easily.

again, i think that would be another issue for the two of you. patrick is such an impulsive character that as soon as things go sideways he’s like… we need to leave. and you’re like ?? we just uprooted our entire lives to come here.

anyway. once your daughter starts getting bullied tensions would REALLY boil over. you can really empathize with jane even though you don’t know her very well & you don’t want to jump to any conclusions and that completely boggles patrick’s mind. i totally agree with you drawing that comparison with renata because i don’t think there’s any world where patrick would just let it slide and he immediately would start blaming jane and ziggy for what’s happening.

obviously you share a common goal of not wanting your daughter to be attacked at school but you just go about things sooo differently that the tensions are really high.

also… i just realized that they probably both are at home most of the time since patrick is retired and you’re a writer. can you imagine the constant simmer of tensions between them that occasionally boils over??? and i’m sure that initially they were like yayyy we’ll both be home and living in this beautiful place with these amazing opportunities for our daughter and it is so not that 😭

also also, girldad patrick my beloved!!

[montammil]

So glad to see your updates! You are awesome. I would like to request superheroes au: Lawrence as supervillain (obviously), and he kidnapped 3 young heroes, because he wants villain family. I also would like to see how would Nathan, Sadie and Marshall interact and help each other. (I imagine Sadie will act as big protective sister for others some reason) .

Have a good day! \(*0*)/

Aw, thank you!! I'll make a part 2 soon if anyone wants me to!! Sorry its a little short, I love writing for villains and heroes and just sci-fi in general, I'm just a little inexperienced writing for it. I hope its ok!

CW: Parental whumper, kidnapping, shocking, manipulative whumper, multiple whumpees, mentioned depression, mentioned insecurity, mentioned parental abuse, mentioned stalking

Marshall looks around the abandoned warehouse with anxiety. He recently just got a note threatening to destroy half the city if he didn't show up, which made him want to laugh, since that's the most stereotypical thing a villain could do.

He can assume who it was from, considering there has only been one villain that's been really annoying him recently. He doesn't even have a villain name. Marshall wishes he did, considering this complete stranger keeps referring to himself as 'Dad'. He can't tell if that's just some smug way to get him angrier at him, or if he's just crazy.

Probably both.

"Marshall?"

"Ah!" Marshall jumps at the voice, just to see its Nathan. "Oh. What're you doing here?"

Next to him, is Sadie. "You got that letter too, didn't you?"

Marshall sighs. "Yeah. I thought I was the only one."

He's not very well-acquainted to either Sadie or Nathan, but he's interacted with them a few times. Between the three of them, Nathan is obviously the strongest, Sadie is more experienced with stealth, and Marshall... doesn't really fight. Or at least, he tries not to. He'd much rather be on the sidelines and heal anyone who needs it. That's not to say he's completely inexperienced, though.

"Shut up, I hear something." Nathan pushes both of them behind him protectively. "Hey, asshole! Show yourself!"

Just like that, the masked villain hops down from some platform they weren't looking at. He's tall, and wearing an expensive-looking suit that doesn't look fit for fighting. It looks more like a fancy business suit.

"I'm so happy you're all here!" he exclaims, clapping his hands together.

Sighing, Marshall asks, "So what do you want? A fight?" He's used to this guy's unsettling enthusiasm, and he just wants to go back home and not have to deal with this. If he knew Sadie and Nathan had it covered, he might've not even went.

"Well, I'll let you decide," the villain says, taking a step closer. "We can fight, or we can talk. Which do you prefer?"

"Talk about what?" Sadie puts an arm in front of Nathan when he tries moving forward to attack.

"We're not negotiating with him," Nathan growls at her.

"Oh, c'mon, I'm not meaning any harm," the villain chuckles. "Here, I'll even show you how honest I'm being right now." He takes off his mask, dropping it to the ground.

He has short blond hair, electrifying blue eyes, and looks to be in his late thirties or early forties. Marshall glances at Nathan and Sadie to see they look surprised. Marshall wishes he could say the same, but with how cocky this guy has shown to be, he really isn't.

"My name is Lawrence Cross, but of course, I would prefer you call me 'Dad.'" He grins, as if he thinks they'll all have a positive reaction.

Nathan chuckles bitterly. "You're insane if you think anyone in their right mind is gonna call you that." He pushes Sadie's arm away from him and forms gauntlets around his hands, both lighting up neon purple.

Lawrence smiles. "I know everything about you three. You, Nathan Lam, fight anything and everything in your way, blindly. You think you're better than everyone else because you're 'brave.' I see that 'braveness' for what it really is. You just don't value your life."

Taken aback, Nathan goes silent.

"And then there's Marshall Jackson," Lawrence continues. "It takes no genius to see you're insecure and have nobody in your life who loves you. Those fakers you call your parents treat you so horribly, and those so-called friends of yours aren't much better." Lawrence steps closer. "You let those around you abuse you, because you value yourself so little, you don't think you'll get anyone better."

Marshall stares at him in shock.

Lastly, his eyes sweep over to Sadie. "And you, Sadie Mills... you don't even want to be a hero! The only reason why is because you come from a poor family and just want to help them out. You're so selfless that you exhaust yourself emotionally and physically, just to make those around you happy."

Sadie's breath hitches. "What are you talking about?"

He's suddenly standing right in front of all three of them. "I've been watching you all for a while now. Almost two months, to be exact."

"Why?" Nathan demands quietly. "What do you want with us?"

"You three are my kids, of course! I've made that obvious, you just keep overthinking it. It's no act or bit, and it's definitely no joke." He looks directly at Nathan again. "You'd all have a much easier life if you lived with me. So I'm making you an offer."

"We don't want what ever offer you're giving us," Sadie states firmly. She's ready to attack now, hand ghosting her sword.

He sighs. "I thought you, out of all people, would be more willing to negotiate. Well, you can't blame me for trying." Before any of them can react, he throws some kind of smoke-bomb their way.

Marshall tries running in the opposite direction, but only gets two steps in before falling to the ground, overridden by a sudden sleepiness.

He turns his head to see both Sadie and Nathan lying on the floor, too. He tries to fight the blackness dotting his vision, but he gives in.

...

When Marshall wakes up, he's in bed, but not a familiar one by any means. His first thought is he must have been drugged. He tries to sit up, but his limbs feel like lead.

"Don't try to move yet," a voice says. "You'll get dizzy."

He looks over to see Lawrence staring right at him.

"You..." He still feels a little paralyzed, but he still tries to move. "Where is Sadie and Nathan? What did you do to them?"

Lawrence chuckles. "They're fine. I wouldn't hurt my own children, silly. That includes you."

Marshall's heart skips a beat. "You're not my dad." He wishes he could put things more harshly like Nathan, or be as calm as Sadie, but he can't hide the fear crackling in his voice.

"Nonsense," Lawrence says with a wave of his hand. "You're my child. Maybe not biologically, but that doesn't change a thing. Now, your siblings are already awake I'm sure are eager to see you! Take a bit to rest, and then we can all have breakfast together and talk."

"Please," Marshall whispers. "Please, I don't know why you're doing this, but... but stop. You aren't my dad."

"Oh, Marshie..." Lawrence coos, and sits down on the edge of the bed. "Just like I said earlier, you aren't used to people actually caring about you. I know you're unsure how to accept this, but you will eventually. You'll just come to see I want what's best for you."

Marshall stays silent. He really doesn't know what to do or say.

"I need to go check on your brother, he was throwing such a fit just a couple minutes ago," Lawrence mumbles, leaning down to kiss his forehead and then stand. "Oh, and don't try anything funny, m'kay? There's a whole lot of security outside and if you try escaping, the only thing you'll get is a nasty shock."

"Great," Marshall grumbles to himself. "Thanks for the warning."

...

It takes an hour for Marshall to get feeling back in his body. He steps off the bed with wobbling legs, and notices a single silver band on his wrist. It looks high-tech, and seems to be a tracker of some kind, especially judging from how heavy it feels.

Marshall jumps when he hears a loud voice and a crash. He opens the door-- surprised it's unlocked-- and goes to the source of the noise, the only thing on his mind being Sadie and Nathan, hoping they're okay.

"I'm not your fucking son!"

No doubt it's Nathan, Marshall thinks. He rounds the corner to the kitchen to see a broken chair, and Lawrence glaring. He sees Sadie next to Nathan, yanking on his arm and telling him to stop.

Lawrence folds his arms disapprovingly. "Listen to your sister, young man. This is your last warning."

"I am not related to anyone in this room, especially you!" Nathan yells. "The other heroes are gonna find us, and then you'll wish you were dead. That is, if I don't kill you myself."

"I didn't want to do this..." Lawrence grabs a remote out of his pocket, and a loud cry rips from Nathan's lips as he falls to his knees.

"What did you do to him?" Marshall whispers.

Lawrence sighs. "Just a little something to calm him down."

"Nathan..." Sadie kneels down and looks at him nervously. "Hey, are you okay?"

Gently pushing her away, Nathan glares right back up at Lawrence. He opens his mouth to insult him, but when the older man's thumb ghosts the button again, he snaps his mouth shut. That doesn't stop him from keeping his defiant gaze.

Lawrence pockets the remote and claps his hands together. "Now! Who's ready for breakfast?"

[measuringbliss]

Spider-Man Read-Through 085 Homecoming (ASM 252-255)

MASTERPOST

Secret Wars happened, Spidey got his new costume that will never cause any issue, nuh-huh. What now?

At the Bugle, we get some exposition. Super-heroes have been absent for about a week, and nobody knows where they are. Also: the creative team changed!

It's the DeFalco era now.

Ew. Not confident. Come back, Romita... Please...

We get our team breakdown on page 4, just as Spidey comes back from Battleworld, carrying a somewhat worried Dr Connors.

Alright...

With his new NotEvilAtAll!costume, Spidey's bisexuality is pushed for.

So adorable.

Connors and Spidey agree to not mention what happened on Battleworld to anyone, and they get back to their homes.

I do like the writing on the left panel. You can really feel Peter's joy. I also kind of talk like that IRL... Much to think about.

Okay that's kind of hot, not gonna lie. I do also like how it changes traditional scenes; Peter doesn't have to change anymore in side streets. (He should keep the beard though; but the world wasn't ready for that just yet.)

May isn't too worried about Peter's absence, and he chalks that up to Nathan's influence. She sure has become more likable!

His call to Felicia goes unanswered. Remember, she just got Bad Luck powers from the Kingpin. That's a nice plot!

I also like how Peter looks kinda out of a film noir. He's introspective, all in black... I dig it. I love that he still has his patchwork couch from the Wein era <3 Continuity!

Black Cat goes to Peter's home just as he leaves. A shame!

Love those two panels on the left, love the mood-setting. Funny how quickly I did a 180.

Peter destroys his pictures from Battleworld. Nobody would believe they're real anyway.

That's funny, because I'm writing this post exactly due to a case of insomnia.

Service, you say?

Oh, me and my dirty mind...

The snow!!! This reminds me of the glory days (Conway). I missed the snow!

To calm down the young couple, Spidey takes them on a ride. It's abundantly clear that he's glad to be back, to be alive, and I love this. It's great. It's new. It's different. And it's well-written. There's hints of comedy and angst to come.

I didn't expect to like this issue so much, but it's excellent.

#253!

Unfortunately, the art once again takes a dive.

Those three panels summarize the beginning quite well. Just add confusing US football panels and you're good to go. Weird choice.

The blonde lady is Wendy Thorton. She's the usual blonde cold woman, the new Marcy Kane. Can't say I'm invested. Been there, done that.

So Tony's brother is apparently faking his match performance and just following the orders of The Rose, our new mystery villain.

Meanwhile, Peter finally reveals to May that he dropped out of college, and she's quite distressed.

The Rose wears a purple mask similar to Zemo in The Falcon and the Winter Soldier, it looks nice.

Anyway, Tony gets kidnapped by the Rose thanks to his brother's refusal to obey the Rose. After a quick Spidey intervention, the Rose gets away and Ray confesses to his ties to the mafia.

Unsurprisingly, Not!Marcy Kane complains about a great man throwing his life away, like our dear Peter. Subtle.

254 time!

The Hobgoblin's van is fished out of the water, and Spidey puts a tracker on it. It's funny to see the Hobgoblin's hunch men use strategies to get it back, it's some story telling we haven't seen before.

Meanwhile, May ignores Peter on the phone, Lance Bannon hasn't shown up in weeks, and Robbie's new job as Editor in Chief proves to make him quite irritable. Nathan calls Peter to tell him to fix things with May at noon in a restaurant with them, and Wendy tells Peter about how the van has disappeared.

He decides the van is a priority, and when he finds it, Jack O'Lantern arrives, not ready to give answers to Spidey's many questions. Their chase is entertaining, and when Jack flees at the end, he says he'll send his regards to the Hobgoblin. Hmm. I don't really mind Jack as a villain, and his costume is sick, so this issue was nice, although it ending with Peter not making it to Nathan's invitation and being later called out is a bit typical... But not a bad idea for a new run.

255 time!

Aaaah I love this!

Anyway, the Red Ghost and his Super Apes need money from a master burglar for the RG's super machine.

Peter wakes up at 7pm and I think we can safely assume the symbiote controls him at night, hence why he's so tired.

The master burglar's interactions with the Super Apes are very funny. He gets away the first chance he gets, but they find him and Spidey intervenes. Eventually, the RG leaves town and the burglar can finally end his career. Elsewhere, the Hobgoblin is sad Spidey didn't show up to his trap. Oh well, better luck next time!

[drcamsx]

"yeah if i'm honest... if anyone is gonna rank over you it's gonna be those two." she teased laughter bubbling out of her. it made her happy that in such a short time two people she didn't know before the new year became two of the closest she knew next to nathan and she was glad for that. pausing she looked up at him and gave a small nod, "yeah.. seriously." she said softly, almost a whisper.

“nice to know that i’m on the list with your girls,” his tone was playful and teasing — it was amazing how they seem to grow a bond as close the boys did in such a short amount of time. it definitely made hangouts with everyone easier. his words made his her heart thump as eyes drifts over towards her. “wait, seriously?”

[piratechnics]

henri de toulouse-lautrec's les deux amies

(a lucius/black pete redraw of 'devotion/abandonment' cause i stared at it for too long and it pushed everything out of my brain)

[whencallstheheart]

Just watched 9x03

The only thing that intrest me so far is Mei and Nathan.

Both of their storylines.

Poor Nathan and Newton. Both of them still dealing with trama from the accident. Newton wants nothing to do with him or anyone else, except Mei.

Also Mei is a fugitive!

I need/want more of her storyline. Can't wait until Allie meets Mei.

It was heartbreaking finding out the reason for Cooper's attitude problem.

He still is a little young to fully understand the reason why having measles didn't make him blind, but it did to Angela.

The world can be a cruel place.

Mike standing his ground with Bill, both with the saloon and office scenes was awesome!

Proving that he is not a push over. He is aware of what is happening in Hope Valley. Taking his job as Mayor seriously.

Bill needs to accept/acknowledge this.

Nathan asking Elizabeth to write in his book as 'The one that got away' then spelling out his name was a nice joking moment between E & N. Until L practically ran over to join them.

Treating Elizabeth like a prize Nathan is trying to steal from him. Triangle is over, but the writing seems to suggest otherwise. Very old and frustrating!

Seriously, L is 'Mr. Insecurity' whenever he sees E & N interacting with each other.

E needs to address this, but she probably won't. Not good for their relationship.

I'm glad the book received bad reviews. Elizabeth needs to be knocked off her pedestal every once and awhile.

Rosemary should know better than to sugarcoat it.

Elizabeth needs that dose of reality. Not everyone is obligated to like/love her story.

However, I wonder if the whole bad reviews dialogue is how the TPTB really feel about S8 reviews.

I really like what they're doing with Nathan so far this season. Except for that awful mustache. It'll be fun to see how it goes when Allie is back (she isn't listed until episode 5). Nathan was the one that got away and thank god for that. He's getting the better treatment.

It's very strange to me how they're writing Lucas this season. Something just seems off but I don't care to talk about him unless people want to get into all of that. I'm just glad Nathan has a little distance from Elizabeth and that dumb book of hers. He hasn't even bothered to read it yet which just reminded me... that episode still that posted earlier didn't show up in the episode. We never had that little Faith and Nathan moment. Interesting.

I don't really mind the scenes with the three of them because Nathan is clearly done with it but it's unnecessary. It sucks more for the other team, honestly... which I take some joy in, not gonna lie.

I love Mike standing his ground. Bill has been so rude about it which is uncalled for. He won fair and square and he's going to do a good job and actually show people the respect they deserve.

They were definitely addressing the backlash with that dialogue. No doubt about it. Elizabeth talking about how it felt personal... I laughed. The kids thinking the book was awful was great as well. The townspeople didn't seem to like it very much. They mostly seemed to enjoy figuring out who the characters were based on which Elizabeth clearly did a lot of. Not very original. It was like some weird Hope Valley fanfiction.

[bedbellyandbeyond]

Dynamics

(Story Post)

Reid woke up when the twins started to cry. He got up quickly, hoping to handle it so their parents could save on sleep. Lucky for him, the wee beasties just wanted some attention, and he took them out to hold on the couch. He sat and played with them quite a while, but eventually they got hungry. Reid checked the fridge for milk bottles, but he couldn't find them in and among all the cuts of meat and baskets of berries. When they started to get particularly fussy, he gave up and decided to ask Nathan. When he didn't find Nathan or Dax in the loft, he was quite surprised. He did not expect Nathan to just leave the twins in someone else’s care without letting them know firsthand, so he had to be around somewhere, but it wasn't the biggest cottage and there weren't a lot of places to hide. After doing a round, checking the porch and deck and all, Reid could only hope Kent knew where they were. Hopefully, he hadn't disappeared either.

He knocked on the bear man’s bedroom door. “Hello?” He heard a low grunt and just took it as admittance. At the very least, he was glad Kent was there. Opening the door slowly, Reid peeked in. “Kent? Are you—” The sight he saw made him freeze in place. All three of them were there, Kent, Nathan, and Dax, all curled up in Kent's bed, fully in the nude. Dax actually appeared to be quite the blanket hog with most of it wrapped around him like a burrito. Kent’s body hair likely kept him warm enough on a summer night, and Nathan looked toasty snuggled under Kent's big arms. Reid had to hold in a cry of glee. He just backed out and closed the door. Another look in the fridge and he found some bottles in the vegetable crisper. Containing his joy as he sat feeding the twins felt like the hardest task of his life. Regardless, he was quite happy to keep the beasties occupied for a couple hours before their parents woke up. Slowly, closer to noon, the sleepy three rolled out of bed. Kent trudged out first and he made a beeline to the coffee maker. He didn't even acknowledge Reid's presence until after he had some caffeine in his system, then he came around and scooped up Gabriel so he could help feed him. “Sleep well?” Reid hazarded a question as Kent sat down in his armchair. “Mm…” was all Kent bothered to say. “Random question: what size bed do you have in there?” Reid asked. “…Queen, I think.” “Ah, okay… Not horrible. Could still be a bit cramped, maybe…” Kent looked at the doctor then stood again. He came over close to Reid, before scooping up Grace as well right from his lap and walking away. Reid blinked and turned to see him head to the door. “Where are you taking them, in case Nathan asks?” “Just out back.” Kent then disappeared out the door. Reid chuckled a bit to himself and just checked his phone notifications in case anyone was trying to contact him. It was Nathan's turn to sneak out. He must've gotten cold without his Kent blanket, Reid thought to himself. Nathan had pulled on his shirt and shorts again before leaving the room. When their eyes met, he just put his hand on his hip. “Shut up.” “I didn't say anything,” Reid said innocently. Nathan huffed. “‘I told you so' is written all over your face.” “Well…” Reid shrugged. “Did you enjoy yourself?” Nathan blushed and changed the subject. “Where are my kids?” “Kent took them out back,” Reid said. “So, how big is it?” “Reid, I swear to god…” “I'm thinking girthy, yeah?” “It is too early in the morning for the word ‘girthy'.” “And Dax? Quite the first time you got going on.” Nathan got some coffee from the pot Kent made. “I'm not going to share the details of my intimate life with you.” Dax’s head finally peeked out the bedroom door and he looked to Nathan desperately. Reid could see he'd dragged along the blanket to cover himself. “Nathan, I need some help…” “Can't untangle yourself from the blanket?” Nathan asked. “No, I can't find my underwear…” “Good morning, Dax!” Reid said beaming from the couch. Dax was startled and dropped the blanket a bit, scrambling to keep himself covered. “Reid! You're up! Uh, good morning!” “Absolutely the best morning. Did you sleep well?” “Uh, comme ci, comme ça…” Dax mumbled. Nathan exhaled. “He knows. Reid always knows things…” “Knowing things is part of what I do,” Reid stated. “Oh, uh,” Dax flushed red. “I mean, we didn't, you know… I mean, we did…” Nathan went over and handed Dax his coffee. “Relax, he's cool with it. Like, too much.” “I feel like I should buy you ice cream something,” Reid offered gleefully. “Can we celebrate in some way?” “I did want to see another museum…” Dax said. “There's an idea!” Reid supported. “On the way, you can tell me how we got here.” “Plane,” Nathan said. “Train,” Dax continued. “Aye, and automobiles, aye,” Reid said. “But you know what I mean.” Nathan shrugged. “It just happened.” He popped into the bedroom, pulled Dax's boxers out from under the bed and handed them to him. “I'd like it on the record that it was Nathan's idea,” Dax said, before closing the door to change. “Of course. He is the parriarch of this group,” Reid said. “So, what's the plan?” “There is no plan,” Nathan stated. “It was just a one off…” “Sure, sure,” Reid brushed off. “Did Kent enjoy himself?” “He wasn't comfortable doing everything so we kept it mostly topical…” Nathan shared. “But I think he's loosened up, for lack of a better word...” He gave Dax’s cheek a kiss when the other finally came out again, boxers on. “So, no penetration, I’m assuming?” Reid asked. “Another word it is way too early for…” Nathan groaned. “Shame…” Reid lounged across the couch towards them and propped his head up on his hand. “Can I ask, what were the dynamics?” “Dynamics?” Dax asked as he pulled on the rest of his clothes. “I'm a bottom for example,” Reid said, waving a hand. “Actually, let me guess…. Dax is true verse, Nathan's a bottom, and Kent's strict top. For now.” “Pretty much,” Nathan said. “That is eerily accurate,” Dax said. “I'm…gonna take a shower, then we can go out or whatever.” Before he could go to the bathroom though, they could all hear someone's phone started to vibrate. “Not mine,” Reid said holding up his phone. Nathan and Dax both started patting their person for their mobiles. Nathan then climbed up to the loft and grabbed the phone he found threatening to buzz itself off the top floor. “Dax,” Nathan said, handing over the device. Dax was surprised because he didn't recognise the number, but he answered. “Allô? …Yes, this is he…” He paused for a few moments. “…Yes, I did.” He waited a bit more, paling a bit. “Okay. I will try to come in today if I can, I'm way out of town…Alright, thank you. Salut.” Nathan put a hand on his shoulder. “Who was it?” “Syd. They want me to come in to have more blood drawn,” Dax said. Nathan frowned. “Today?” Reid crossed his arms over the arm of the couch. “Sounds like it's urgent.” “Yes, um… They believe they know what caused my behaviour last weekend,” Dax said. “I need more testing to determine the result. I don't really know what that means, but I think I should try to go today.” Nathan took his hand. “Okay, I'll go with you then.” “No, I can't ask you to do that,” Dax said. “Kent still has time with the kids and you should stay with them. I wasn't supposed to be here anyway.” Nathan frowned. “But you’re scared, I can tell. I want to support you.” Dax shook his head. “It's alright. I’ll go and I'll call you as soon as I know what’s going on. Part of me is a little excited actually, just getting some answers.” Nathan pursed his lips. “If you're sure, then…” “I’ll go with you,” Reid said getting up from the couch. “I'll get us a flight down courtesy of APID so you don't have to sit on a train all day.” Dax rubbed his neck. “You don't have to do that, but I would appreciate it.” Reid went around and patted Dax's arm. “Don't even worry about it. I'll make some calls.” “Thank you, Reid. Honestly.” Dax then turned back to Nathan. “Are you alright with that? It'll just be yourself and Kent left.” “I'm fine, but are you okay with that?” Nathan asked, wrapping his arms around Dax's waist. “Yes, of course,” Dax said. “I think we're in a good place. We can be comfortable.” Nathan nodded and kissed Dax's cheek. “Okay. Well, you should probably take your shower before you go with Reid. I'll get Kent to bring the kids in to say goodbye.” “Alright,” Dax smiled and gave Nathan a quick kiss back. “I love you.” Nathan smirked. “I love you too. You'll be alright.” “Thank you.”

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Body Image: a Nathan Young stand alone fanfiction by Ry. (title inspo)

Pairing: Nathan Young x plus sized cis female reader (simply because he uses the word woman etc & then the sex stuff, if you're middle of the spectrum like me & won't get dysphoria from it, feel free to imagine yourself or read and imagine an OC! that's what I do!)

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: smut smut smut, offensive humor, & swearing

"I've never done it with a fat girl before," Nathan said eagerly. Arsehole. How many times had you heard that one before? But this was Nathan. You knew Nathan. He was your best friend, and he said dumb shit all the fucking time, but his heart was usually in the right place. 

"I'd always wondered if it was true that fat girls gave the best head. Glad that I know it's true now, darlin," he grinned at you. 

"Is that supposed to be a compliment?" You rolled your eyes at him. 

"Course it is," he replied, grin still just as wide. Oh, Nathan. You'd been attracted to him for as long as you'd known him, but you never thought he'd feel the same way. He didn't usually flirt with you like he did with other girls. You always wondered if it had to do with your size. It didn't cross your mind that you had never made a move on him either. 

… 12 hours earlier 

There was no rhyme or reason to why he kissed you. You just knew you wanted him to do it again. And again. And again. And again. 

You were both in your twenties at this point, albeit barely, but here you were snogging on a sofa like two horny fifteen year olds. 

"Take your shirt off," you mumbled. You'd seen him without it before and every time you did, it was even more impossible to deny your feelings for him. 

He pulled away from your mouth, "what?" 

"I want to snog you without your shirt on," you said. He quickly threw it off. You continued to snog for a while. Hands wandering anywhere and everywhere. 

You kissed his chin. Down his neck. Down his body until you got to the waistband of his jeans. His clothed erection right in your face. 

"You know what I want to do to you?" you asked him. 

His breath hitched, "I'm guessin' yer gonna tell me." 

"I want to suck your cock… can I pull these down?" 

"Yes. Fuck yes." 

You let his jeans and pants fall to his ankles as you situated yourself between his legs on your knees in front of the sofa. You licked over the head, he was already wet with precum from how you'd been snogging. 

"Oh," he moaned. It was sweet and almost feminine. A nice change from guys that either took sex way too seriously or never made any noise at all. 

You didn't waste any time at all before taking the whole thing into your mouth. You bobbed on his cock as you rolled his balls in your hand. As your eyes began to water and jaw started to hurt, you used your tongue and your lips to please him as much as you could. You'd wanted this for a long time. When he started bucking, you let him fuck your mouth, taking as much of it as you possibly could. 

"Oh, I'm gonna, I'm gonna," you felt the taste of his spunk as he came into your mouth. You continued to suck him clean until he was fully finished. 

"That was… " he said as he pulled his underwear back up, "that was… incredible… so uh you want me to return the favor?" You did, god, you fucking did, but your downstairs were au naturale, and you didn't want to know what he might say about it. 

"Not tonight," you said simply, "Can we," you chuckled. There you were feeling insecure again, "Do you mind if we cuddle? Do you want to spend the night?" 

"Hell yeah," he said, "don't tell anyone but I fucking love cuddles." 

Waking up in his arms was the most blissful experience you'd had in a while. 

… 

"So are we shaggin' or not?" he asked. 

"Yeah," you responded and the both of you began to snog again. 

When Nathan went to go unbutton your jeans you stopped him, "Wait. It's a little er," you tried to explain. He raised an eyebrow. "I don't shave. Down there I mean." 

"Okay?" he looked amused and went back to unbuttoning your jeans. 

"You don't think it's unattractive? I've shaved down there before but when it grows back it's so itchy and it's so much to- oh fuck," he had went ahead and slipped a finger inside you. If you didn't know any better, you'd think you could cum right then. It really had been too long. 

"You're sexy. I promise," he said in your ear before going back to kiss you. 

… 

You whined as he brought his fingers out of you just as he had taken you right to the edge.

"Can I return that favor now?" 

"God, yes please," you begged. 

"I know I'm good, but y'ain't gotta call me God. Nathan is fine," he grinned. 

You flicked him on the nose, "Loser." 

"That's no way to treat someone who's about to rock your fucking world." 

He rummaged in his pockets. You thought he might be bringing out a condom until he pulled out a tiny wrapped cough drop? 

"Nathan, what the fuck is that?" 

"Fisherman's Friend. You'll love it, I swear by it," he said. 

You blinked at him, "I don't think you need… I'd prefer if you didn't use any… enhancements… near my vagina." 

He put it back in his pocket, "Alright if you're sure?" 

"Maybe I'll try it another time," you responded. 

The biggest grin spread across his face, "There's gonna be another time?" 

"I hope so," you grinned back and kissed him before rubbing your noses together. 

"Alright, enough of that cute shit, back to business," he said with a smirk. 

He pulled your knickers down and placed little kisses on your thighs. He still hasn't tried to take my shirt off, you thought, he already knows I'm fat. He probably thinks it's too much fat. He doesn't want to see it. It made you nervous earlier when your jeans came all the way off. You thought he would be disgusted by the cellulite on your body. But he didn't seem to notice or mind it. Despite being friends for a while and him being, well, Nathan, he never called you fat before you called yourself fat around him. And when you did you usually didn't do it in a self deprecating way. At least not around Nathan.  More of a joking way. And you guessed he used that as the okay to do the same. It wasn't a secret that you'd never been considered a skinny girl. 

You hated the fact that fat was seen as such a dirty word in society, and yet your insecurities seemed to forget there was nothing wrong with being overweight. 

You were almost lost in your thoughts when he said, "Can I see those beautiful tits? I know we've been "just friends" for the longest time, but I secretly always wanted to catch a look of ye without your bra on." 

You were flattered but you had convinced yourself that he wouldn't be attracted to you if he saw your stomach, "Are you sure? Are you sure you didn't just want to fuck doggy style with the lights off?" 

His eyebrows furrowed, "Is that what you want?"

You shook your head, "not really." 

"I definitely wanna keep the lights on if that's okay with you. I want to see that beautiful body of yours," he said. 

"You've never seen it naked," you said, quieter, feeling your insecurities building. 

"Well, obviously, but I really fucking want to. I already said." 

"You don't," you let slip out. You mentally beat yourself up for not just letting a good moment happen. 

He removed himself from the sexual position he was in to sit up and face you, "you really don't like your body, huh?" You looked into his eyes. You could almost say he looked upset. 

"I'm fat, Nathan. You know that. Everyone fucking knows that. They have my entire life. You don't want to see my stomach. I'm surprised you even wanted to see my thighs. Yeah, my tits are great, but I could always wear a lowcut top for you." 

"Y/N, I don't want you to wear a lowcut top while we have sex. I want to see all of you. Every piece of yourself you seem to hate. This ain't gonna sound humble,but, I swear to God, I'm not as shallow as you think I am." 

You sighed, "are you sure? You don't have some kind of fat girl kink I don't know about? Because I'm not going to look like some 90-125 pound girl you're used to, but I'm not going to look like the professionals in BBW porn either. My body is just… gross." 

He kissed you softly, "No, I don't have some kind of "fat girl kink." All women are the same to me. All hot as fuck."

You let out a laugh, "I don't know if that's the revolutionary feminist statement that you think it is."

"It's nice to see your smile again," he said, "how bout this, you've already seen me, I'll take my clothes off, and you can go next. I'll help you." 

You nodded, "okay." You watched him stand up and get undressed. You thought he was so unbelievably sexy. As skinny as he was, you couldn't help but wonder if he ever felt a similar dislike of his body not being seen as ideal. You quickly pushed it away. This was Nathan. Nathan was confident about everything. And rightfully so. "Any pretty and skinny," you thought," girl would find him hot." 

"Alright, arms up," he said. You took a deep breath and let him remove your shirt. He immediately brought his hands up to your breasts. 

"Can I take this off?" He asked as he reached around to the hooks at the back of your bra. 

"Yes," you said, shakily. He grabbed at your tits causing you to moan before kissing you again with even more passion than before. 

"You're so fucking, beautiful," he moaned, "god, so gorgeous." He kissed down your neck. Even using his tongue in some places before licking over your nipple. Sucking it. Making eye contact with you. It was the sexiest thing you'd ever seen. After moaning and groaning at the sinful pleasure for a while, he kissed between your breasts and moved lower. 

Your insecurities had left your body as he made you feel so good, but the second his lips were off of you, they came back. He placed his hand on the bottom of your stomach. You always hated your dreaded "muffin top," the fact that some people's bodies just didn't do that. He kissed over your stretch marks and your scars. And down your belly. Even placing a kiss on your pubic mound. Then he dived in. 

Licking at your slit before settling on your clit, sucking and flicking his tongue on it. He added his fingers back into your pussy, and you felt so fucking good. You wondered how he could possibly be this good. He wasn't a bad kisser, but he was definitely a sloppy one, and his oral skills didn't reflect that at all.

It wasn't five minutes before you felt your orgasm start to build. He pulled his fingers out and penetrated you with his tongue while tapping your clit with his fingers. You pulled at his hair as you came harder than you certainly had the last few months from your hand, but, fuck, maybe harder than you ever had. 

"Well, that didn't last very long," Nathan smirked, "you want some more?" 

"I want your cock," you said, not having come down from your orgasm yet. You wanted him now. 

He looked up at you from where he was settled at the end of the bed, "Oh." Nathan never blushed, but part of you could've swore he had. 

"Fuck me, please," you said. 

"Don't have to ask me twice," he smiled. This time when he went back to his jean pockets, he did pull out a condom. He inspected the package and then ripped it open and put it on. He looked down your body and stroked himself. 

"Fuck," he said softly, "you're the prettiest girl I've ever seen." 

You felt your heart flutter, but made a joke of it anyway, "you sure you don't just have a thing for big women?" 

"No," he said, "I mean yeah, I mean…" he shook his head like he couldn't figure out how to answer the question, "I have a thing for you. I've always wanted to do this. Right from the beginning." You felt the same way. Maybe not in this "friends with benefits" way that you thought was happening, but you always wanted to date him. But then you never told him. He never told you. And he blossomed from this nerdy looking kid that would scream Green Day lyrics with you into this handsome guy. That slept with skinny girls. You thought you'd lost your chance, yet here you were. Naked. Him in front you. Condom on his cock. 

"Well, do it then." You smiled. He crawled over you and kissed you before easing inside of you. The only time you weren't kissing while fucking was when you gazed into his eyes.

"I'm close," he said. You were too. You tightened your grip around him. 

"Oh, Nathan," you moaned, "I'm gonna fucking cum." 

He reached between you to run your clit, "let it go, babygirl, let it go." And you did. As your eyes were tightly closed as you came around his cock, you felt him feeling the condom and heard his moans. 

"Fuck," he said, finally, when he collapsed on top of you. His cock still inside. 

"That was incredible," you said. He kissed you before sitting up to take the condom off. You pulled the blanket up around you and soon he was spooning you. You turned around to face him after laying in his arms for a while. 

"You really think I'm beautiful?" You couldn't help but ask. 

"Hell yes," he said. 

"Even at this size?" You asked. 

"Yes, darlin'. There's absolutely nothing wrong with havin' more woman to love." To love? Not to see. Not to fuck. Not to even kiss, but to love? You'd drunkenly told each you loved each other before. But you never thought much of besides having those little words to think back to when you were sad. You always told your other friends that you loved them. You thought everyone deserved to know they were loved. But you'd just been friends. He only loved you platonically, right? 

He kissed you again, "y'know, I don't know why I've been such a pussy all these years. God, I'm fucking pathetic. Saying this shit… fucking sober even, but I," you couldn't tell what emotion his face conveyed, "I wish I would've saved myself for you. So you wouldn't know I've seen other girls' bodies. Touched them. Fucked them. Yeah, you knew I'd seen em in porn and stuff, but I feel like that's different. When we were sixteen, I knew I'd wanna eat girls out to be a good boyfriend, but it never turned me on that much. Then I dreamed of doing it to you. I searched up online everything I could. Asked all my mates. I told myself "when I'm her boyfriend, it's gonna be just like that dream." But then you always dated guys so much closer to your size. And lots of em were so muscular… I think I could lift you up now, but them, they definitely could. I thought you had a type. That you wouldn't find me sexy."  You couldn't believe what you were hearing. 

"You're the sexiest guy I know. I guess like you said, I wasn't trying to date big guys. They were just the only ones willing to date me. I didn't think they were unattractive. I think any guy can be attractive regardless of size, but when I was attracted to a skinny guy, they were usually never interested. Skinny guys just don't date fat girls," you shook your head. In years to come, you'd realize people of all shapes and sizes dated so many different body types than their own, but at the time, you couldn't get past your own experiences. 

Nathan laid his head on your chest, "yeah, they do." 

"They really don't," fuck. Why were you arguing with him again? 

"They do now," he said and placed a kiss on your breast. 

"What?" You were taken aback. 

"Oh," he said sadly, "if you don't want to, that's fine, I'm okay with friends with-" 

"Of course, I want you to be my fucking boyfriend, are you kidding me?!" 

"Oh," he said again, smiling now. You ruffled his hair and kissed him on the forehead. 

He smiled again but then his face scrunched up like he was thinking of something. 

"Uh," he said,"I've already sounded like a pussy today, and it's not like it mattered. You were there when I cried when that stray cat in front of the bar wouldn't let me pet. You know deep down, I'm just a big ole fuckin' pussy." 

"You're not a pussy, Nathan," you said. You didn't particularly like how guys used that word anyway, but you weren't going to get into that right now, "You're sweet. And adorable. It makes me happy I get to see this side of you." 

"You did always tell me girls would like me more if I just acted like myself, and stop being a dick all the time. But myself is a dick, baby!" 

You laughed at him, "yeah, okay, but a soft one." 

"Well, that's great, first girlfriend I have that I actually love, and she calls me a flacid penis." You felt a tear fall from your eye. 

"Holy shit," you said softly. 

"Fuck!" He bit his lip like he regretted what he said. You didn't let him say anything else and kissed him, "Nathan, I fucking love you." 

"I," he said, "I, um, yeah, me too. But you." He smiled. Some people probably would've been upset that he didn't repeat the words "I love," but you'd known Nathan a long time. You knew what he'd been through. You knew saying those words would be hard for him. But the fact that you knew he meant it was enough. 

"So," his tongue swiped at your nipple, making you squeak. It would be like him to do something like that after such a serious moment, "round two?" 

"Hell yeah." 

____

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"Caught In The Storm" *Part 9*

So....did y'all like that cliffhanger?

Because...HAHAHA JK THAT'S NOT THE ENDING.

No, but actually...it was the original ending, but the original ending ended up being REALLY short. So, I wrote an ALTERNATE ending, that actually I really would prefer being the ACTUAL ending, but it had to go a different direction BEFORE the cliffhanger, so....you see my dilemma.

SO---

Here's what we're gonna do:

I'm going to put the ORIGINAL ending first, and then space it out, and put the ALTERNATE [better tbh] ending.

That way, you can have both. And I don't have to backtrack to undo my mistake due to my ADHD brain changing things 24/7.

Kay? Cool.

Also no neither of these are the ACTUAL ending, I refuse to have an odd number of chapters. REFUSE. So chapter 10 will be like an epilogue. Don't look at me like that.

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Part 10 (Epilogue is here!)

(This Gif is For the FIRST ending, there's a 2nd GIF that would be SPOILERS.)

Short Simple Ending #1

Raphael sat in his loft drinking scotch, for which he had done most of the day. He wasn't dressed, he hadn’t showered, he was a mess. He didn't know if he could ever come out of this. He sat there wallowing in his regret and sorrow, going over every interaction you two had ever had in your entire lives of knowing each other pinpointing everything he could have done differently. What he should have done differently, and the fact that if he had, you'd be there with him right now instead of getting married to someone you didn't love. He's just in the middle of chastising himself again when he heard a knock at the door.

“Liv, I told you I don't need your help; You can't help me right now!” he yelled to the door

“It's not Liv…”your voice came softly through the door.

His eyes lit up, he raced to the door and threw it open. Revealing you and your wedding dress, sopping wet.

“Well I hope you're happy!” you stomped into his apartment angrily.

“...What would I be happy about? Where is your husband? He asked half jokingly.

“I Don't HAVE a husband,” you spat.

“Really now?” He was enjoying this too much.

“No, I don't. And you just made me humiliate a poor, generous, loving, caring, amazing man. And I just dumped him in front of all of his friends and family, and in front of a million fans on a live stream and now everyone knows and I'm probably laughing stock right now!!!” you screamed angrily, pacing the apartment.

“I did all that?” He smirked.

“Yes, you did!” you crossed your arms as you walked back to him.

“And how did I do that?” He took both of your hands and pulled you closer, still smiling like a Cheshire cat.

“By telling me you love me!!!” you kept your angry face stoic. “How could I marry Nathan when I knew that I was supposed to be with someone else?”

“You couldn't,” He smiled.

“I couldn't…” You whispered as he pulled you even closer and took you in his arms.

“I love you Rafael,” you looked right into his big green eyes. It was the first time you had actually said it to him in those exact words, with all the love and emotion you had always meant it to be.

He stared at you for a moment, running through the words in his mind. He had yelled them so angrily and upset at you last night, not the way you needed. Not the way you deserved.

“I love you too, Y/N,” He smiled, cradling your face before pulling you into another mind blowing kiss; it had only been the second time you had ever kissed in your lives but it felt like you had done it a million times, like it was supposed to be this way. Like it was always supposed to be this way.

You were so glad you stayed through the storm.

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Actual" Really Long, Detailed, Funny Ending #2

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"But you don't love him,'' Rafael pointed out.

"You don't know that!" You snapped.

"Yes I do!" He shot back.

“How could you possibly know that?”

"Because you have never looked at him the way you look at me!" He exclaimed.

Your face went from upset and sad, to absolute rage after hearing him say that.

"You arrogant, selfish, son of a bitch…" you growled.

"How DARE you say that to me?! How DARE you use my own feelings and how much I loved you against me? Get out," You grabbed his arm and dragged him to the door.

"No look I'm sorry Y/N, but it's true. You don't love him and you're only marrying him to spite me!" He continued to dig himself a hole.

"So what?!” You said without thinking, making you both go wide eyed and silent.

“Are-- Are you serious?” He stammered.

“What if I was?” You now had an idea reeling.

“Wha...why would you…?” His eyes narrowed.

“Let’s say that I don’t believe you right now, which I don’t. And I kick you out of here, and I go through with my wedding in the morning? After ALL of this?” You gestured between the two of you.

"You're drunk, aren't you?" Rafael asked as he eyed the two empty bottles of champagne.

"Don't even-- Maybe," You stood in front of the view of the bottles. You waved it off, trying to focus.

“What if I told you that the ONLY way that I will believe that you are completely serious and NOT just drunk, is if you try and stop my wedding?” You smirked.

“You’re not--” Rafael started to laugh, but you kept a serious face on. “Seriously?”

“I don’t know Rafael, I guess we’ll see tomorrow who’s ‘serious’ and who’s not!” You slammed the door in his face, leaving him dumbfounded.

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The next day you were in the bridal room getting ready; It was pouring rain outside, it seemed appropriate.

Amanda, Kelsey and Olivia were helping you polish your tiara, ironing your dress, fixing your makeup and all that jazz. Hundreds of fans lined outside the church since someone had leaked where you were getting married. Everything came down to this moment. It was supposed to be the biggest day of your life, and you were terrified. But not for the reasons normal brides would be worried about. For one you were hungover, and for two you had made the most idiotic ultimatum to Rafael last night. Why would you DO that?! Why did he bring out the absolute snarkiest, competitive side of you?

“You're shaking,” Amanda noticed.

“It's just nerves, you need some champagne'' Kelsey grabbed a champagne flute and shoved it in your hand; you downed it.

“You're doing the right thing,” Kelsey assured you, as if she knew what you were thinking. You looked at Olivia and Amanda.

“And what do you say?” You genuinely asked them both.

“I think that whatever you want to do is the right thing,'' Olivia replied, squeezing her hand. You smiled thankfully, glancing at the door.

He hadn’t come yet, maybe he was just drunk. Maybe he was lying in his bed hungover, wondering why he went and made an ass out of himself for no reason. Then again, maybe he was waiting for a big crowd for a huge display of affection, God WHY did you do this...

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When it was time, you walked up to Finn who was waiting at the doors of the chapel. He was dressed in a tuxedo with a baby blue tie.

“You look beautiful, baby girl,” he smiled. “Are you ready to do this?”

“Now or never,” You smiled, still glancing at the exits. You noted the cameras that were set up to livestream this to millions of people; you had totally forgotten about that. Oh god, now if there was a “public display” it wouldn’t just go to the guests, it would be broadcast around the world!

The Wedding March began to play as the chapel doors opened. You proceeded to walk down the aisle and looked at everyone watching you. All of your past and present family from the SVU squad was there. Grandpa Kragen and Grandpa Munch, Uncle Brian, Uncle Tucker, etc.

Then you looked at Nathan's family, a bunch of white rich stuffy but welcoming people. You noticed all of the crowds lining outside the windows of the church cheering you on, some crying, some holding signs. Then you looked at Nathan waiting for you at the end of the aisle smiling proudly. He really did love you.

You reached the end of the aisle and took Nathan's hands.

“Dearly beloved, we're gathered here today…”

The Preacher went on through the normal wedding exchanges until he got to “the” line..

“If anyone here has any reason that these two should not be wed, please speak now or forever hold your peace,” The preacher announced as you held your breath.

You anxiously looked around the chapel, looking for any sign of Rafael. Maybe he had snuck in the back, or was hiding behind a lady with a hat. He was going to come, wasn’t he? Maybe you were right, maybe you were right along.

….Nothing. He wasn’t there. He didn’t come…

You felt your heart shatter, you were officially dead inside. And now the husk of you was being married off to this poor man.

“Do you Nathan Lee Price, take YN to be your lovely wedded wife, now and forever, through richer and poorer, sickness and health, before and after you both shall live?

“I do,”

“Y/N, do you take Nathan Lee Price to be your lovely wedded husband, now and forever, through richer and poorer, sickness and health, before and after you both shall live?”

You looked to Nathan, then you looked to your side of the wedding, then you looked to his side, you looked to the fans outside again, you looked to the sky, looked to the ground and then you looked back at Nathan.

"I…"

“NO SHE DOES NOT!!!!”

The chapel doors swung open revealing Rafael dressed in a tuxedo. The entire room gasped in horror, and you tried your best not to run to him right then and there. He ran down the aisle until he reached the altar.

“I’m sorry sir, we’ve already past the--” The preacher started to talk but Rafael put a hand in front of his face.

“I don’t care, padre,” He chortled.

"Cutting it a little close there, counselor," You muttered.

"You're the one who chose to get married during rush hour in New York City, carino," He winked.

“Man, are you serious? Really? You’ve had all this time, and you decide NOW that you want my fiancé?” Nathan asked him in a hushed voice, trying to be discreet.

Rafael however, was NOT trying to be discreet.

“This woman told me last night, if I really loved her, that I would come and stop this wedding,” He was addressing the crowd. “That I would stop her from making the biggest mistake of her life,” He turned to you and Nathan. “Marrying someone she does not love,”

The room gasped again, Nathan’s family looked horrified. Camera phones began filming, fans outside were going NUTS.

“...Is that true, Y/N?” Nathan asked you with the most pitiful look.

“I mean I--” You looked from him to Rafael, who had a huge grin on his face. Well, you DID ask for this.

“I didn’t use those exact words,” You shrugged apologetically. The pastor closed the Bible, the guests were chattering like mad, cameras flashed, the mob outside began to force themselves inside to see the drama.

“I..I can’t believe this, I can’t believe you…” Nathan shook his head in disbelief.

“Nathan I’m really sorry, I just--” You looked at Rafael again; his grin wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. “I had to be sure that he really loved me,”

“So he had to PROVE his love to you, when I have shown it to you EVERY SINGLE DAY?” Nathan started to yell, forgetting about appearances.

“I mean, no-- it’s a whole thing, you wouldn’t understand--” You started to laugh unintentionally, thinking of how you and Rafael had your own twisted sick sense of humor.

“You’re goddamn right I don’t understand!” He continued to yell.

“...She’s a flair for the dramatic Nate, what can I say?” Rafael smirked as he stepped up on the stair you were standing on and wrapped an arm around you. You really hated that you were enjoying this at Nate’s expense but-- Rafael was right. You wanted him to publicly admit it, and he delivered. And you were ecstatic.

“Yeah well, I hope you’re both happy in dramatic HELL,” Nathan spewed before stomping off out of the chapel with his groomsmen quickly tailing him. His side of the wedding began exiting the chapel furiously grumbling and yelling profanities at you.

You glanced at your side of the room, the entire NYPD. They all surprisingly looked very pleased, although some people like Kragen were skeptical about this suave ADA coming in here and sweeping you off your feet. They shook their heads and a few applauded, especially your current family.

“Oh we’re not done folks,” Rafael announced as he grabbed the preacher before he could leave.

“Wha...what now?” You were confused but growing more excited by the second.

“You wanted me to be sure that this is what I wanted,” Rafael took both of your hands. “And I want you to KNOW that this,” He gestured between the two of you. “This is all I will ever want, for the rest of my life. And I want to prove it to you,” He smiled at you and pulled something from his jacket pocket.

“Oh, Rafa you really don’t--” You started to say that stopping this wedding was proof enough for you, but he was already down on his knees.

“Y/N….Will you marry me?” He asked. “....Right now?” He added, gesturing to the preacher. Now it was your side’s turn to gasp loudly again, as you stared at the huge diamond ring Rafael was holding out to you.

Where did he get that? WHEN did he get that? Had he been planning on proposing to you before? A zillion questions ran through your brain but you did your best to quiet them all so you could focus on the ONE question that mattered right now.

“....DUH!” You finally slapped him over the head playfully and grabbed the ring from him. He laughed and slipped it on your finger before pulling you into a beautiful, perfect kiss. Everyone on your side laughed and cheered, happy their baby girl was getting her happy ending.

“Well alright then, I guess let’s start this thing over!” The preacher laughed, opening his Bible once again.

“Rafael Barba, do you take Y/N to be your lovely wedded wife, now and forever, through richer and poorer, sickness and health, before and after you both shall live?” He asked Rafael.

“I do,” Rafael beamed at you.

“Do you--” .

“WAIT,” You put up a hand to stop him, making everyone start to mumble curiously again. Rafael’s face fell.

“...Are you serious? You’re changing your mind?” He muttered anxiously.

“No!” You shook your head. “No I…” You looked at the floor. “God this is so stupid…” You laughed to yourself nervously, not really believing you were actually going to admit this.

“....What?” Rafael raised an eyebrow.

“I um…” You bit your lip. “Oh God…” You turned to the preacher. “Sorry!” He brushed it off.

“Baby what are you--” Rafael was seriously starting to worry.

“Please, please don’t freak out,” You begged him. His eyes remained confused, but soft and understanding.

“Okay…” He gave you a look.

“I um,” You took a deep breath. “I may or may not have learned this...just in case,”

You took another deep breath, and recited the words you had practiced in front of your mirror for MONTHS after you had first met Rafael.

“Yo, Y/N, te tomo a ti, Rafael Barba, como mi esposo,”

Rafael immediately broke into the biggest smile you may have ever seen on him, tears instantly wet his eyes as you spoke.

“Prometo serte fiel en lo próspero y en lo adverso,” You continued, vowing you were NOT going to break down crying.

“en la salud y en la enfermedad, Amarte y respetarte todos los días de mi vida.,” You finished successfully without shedding a tear, unlike Rafael who was a full on hot mess of tears in front of you.

“Baby I…” He shook his head in disbelief. “I can’t believe you did that,” He whispered, tears still catching in his throat.

“I told you,” You bit your lip. “I have always been in love with you,”

“And I am so in love with you,” He grinned, pulling your face into his for “the” kiss.

“Well I guess you can kiss the bride!” The preacher laughed sarcastically as everyone broke into cheers.

You glanced up at the cameras as you walked down the aisle with your new husband. God you hoped that hadn’t blown up in your face, but if it did-- you had your Rafa to hold you through the storm.

[jasper-rolls]

Would you please unblock me on Deviantart, Twitter and Furaffinity please? What happened wasn't my fault, it was MrDrawingLover's fault for harrassing me over one story that I did. I wouldn't do anything to me, please just unblock me already. If this is about me not telling you how old I was when I was joining the character tf server, i'm in my 20's, I was just too shy to enter it on the server.

for my regular followers: sorry, this is some shit that’s like...completely unrelated to anything you would be aware of. this dude has been harassing me on several other sites and i’ve kind of had it. feel free to skip past this post, or...if you care, ask me for more details, but they’re mostly here

anyway

nathan

i’m gonna clear this up, because you seem to have gotten the completely wrong idea about why i blocked you

i did not block you because i thought you were fatphobic for whatever reason - i’ve never thought that about you and had no reason to. i didn’t block you because of anything mrdrawinglover did, that all came after. the server had nothing to do with it - in fact, as i remember it, we told you that you needed to enter your age, and you left without saying anything. you didn’t have to say it in the server, you could’ve sent a message to the mods and we would have let you in, but frankly i’m glad in the end we didn’t, because the reason i blocked you and have continued to do so was entirely done by your own hand.

the initial reasoning for blocking you was how you acted in the wake of bernadonner no longer wanting to be friends with you and trying to make it at least be a clean break, because you decided instead that you wanted to be vindictive and write creepy stories where you...punish her for that. and don’t pretend those don’t exist because you deleted them or whatever - i saw the tepig one where you use her older username. this isn’t a particularly good way to act, even towards people you hate! it’s deeply creepy and unpleasant. this isn’t how you act when you want people to like you, it sends a message, and the message is “i am vindictive and i will punish you for any perceived slight against myself”. i saw the shit you wrote after she no longer wanted to be friends with you, and i thought, “hm, this guy is kind of weird and creepy. block.” and really, we could’ve just left it there.

but, no, you didn’t want to leave it there, because then you started writing this kind of shit about me and my friends. i saw quron. i saw the rants about me. i saw the weird...fucking, lyrics parodies that did nothing but creep me out. i saw the rants about mrdrawinglover, and the stories you wrote about Definitely Not Him I Swear, and the extended stuff about bernadonner too. i fucking saw you trying to report her to the discord reddit?? what the fuck, dude?? i saw the shit you posted on quora where you re-write the conversations they had with you to make you seem calm and clever and collected while they splutter hypocritically, and i saw the actual conversations they were clearly based on, which really don’t make you look so good, so obviously you’d want to re-write them.

and i know your favourite excuse is “it’s not them because of this minor detail that’s different”, and...man, if you wanna keep believing that excuse for you own sake, then go right ahead, but i’m going to tell you right now: master of subtlety you are not. it is painfully obvious who you are writing about when you write that shit, and it’s not cute either

and that’s enough for a block for life, but then you had to go and rope my boyfriends into it too? acting all simpering and apologetic and trying to butter them up, like they couldn’t just turn to me and ask “hey, what’s the deal with this weird guy?” like i wouldn’t tell them? they have fuck all to do with any of this drama, and i deeply resent that you tried to go around behind my back to them.

i am sick of you trying to evade my blocking you by going to other sites, i’m sick of you trying to harass me and my friends and my boyfriends because you have this fucking unhinged obsession with me. take a fucking hint. stop.

i don’t want to know you, and i don’t want to be friends with you, not when i’ve seen how you treat the people you think are your friends. you’re crying crocodile tears about how sorry and sad you are for what you’ve done, and then maybe a day or so later, if we’re lucky, you keep on being the vindictive little shit you apparently always have been.

that’s why i blocked you, because who would want to be friends with a person like that? i’m fairly sure the only reason anyone deigns to spend time around you is because you hide what an asshole you are from anyone new you meet, re-editing and re-writing and deleting the bad stuff to make you seem like you’ve always been in the right. if anyone cares to ask about the evidence, i have like...plenty of your creepy shit archived and capped. if anyone ever wants to know what a weird little shithead you are, i am flooded with evidence i can show them. you did this to yourself.

don’t talk to me. don’t talk to my boyfriends. don’t talk to my friends. stop contacting us. stop contacting me stop trying to evade blocks, stop trying to act like you’re really sorry when i know you’re going to turn right around and write some other creepy minific that’s Based on a concept, where the concept is me and my friends, and you doing whatever creepy shit you want to do to punish us for daring to slight you.

if you take one lesson from this experience - at the very least, just keep that shit to yourself. like if you have to write it to get it out, then write it, but when you post it publicly, you show your hand as to what a little shithead you really are, and its because you do that that i learned the kind of person you are, and subsequently have absolutely no desire to ever unblock you or have any kind of cordial relationship with you. you dug your own grave. you did this to yourself. the only way this stops happening to you is when you stop doing this shit.

now go...fucking, re-write this or whatever in an sad attempt to make me look bad. whatever you need to do to cope. but just know that you're only winning inside your own head.

[growingupautie]

StoryTime: All That and a Bag of...

At my previous job, I and a coworker or two would often grab lunch at a local restaurant. Usually, it was just me and one other guy thought. Sometimes we'd go to the pizza place. Sometimes the Chinese place down the street. There were a few good spots but we went to them all the time so they got pretty boring. Isn't it funny how when you finally have access to almost any food, you end up feeling like nothing sounds good and taking it for granted?

One day, most of my coworkers were busy, and my go-to guy told me he had errands to run. I drove by the Chinese place we usually go to and parked my car. But as I got out, I saw the Subway next to it and decided that since nobody ever wanted to go there, I would do that instead. I closed my car door and felt someone watching behind me. It felt like they were ready to make their move and ambush me with something but there was a distinct lack of a feeling of ill-intent.

I started to rush off toward the entrance as I hear from the watcher behind me "HEY! Hey man! Can you uh...I don't get paid for two weeks and I just started a new job...Can you buy me lunch and I'll pay you back?" I look back and see an older man in his late 30's sitting in his beat-up work truck wearing a neon work vest frantically awaiting my answer. "Uh..." I said, not really wanting to interact with anyone that day but feeling like I was long overdue for a good deed. "Sure, man...Come on."

He said "Are you serious?! Thank you. Oh, God. Thank you. God Bless you." and he leaped out of his truck, and threw the door shut running toward me. He held the door open for me and said "I'll pay you back. I promise." When I do things like this for people, I don't really want to be paid back and as I told him, it "wouldn't be much of a good deed if I did." He thanked me with an oddly frantic nature and seemed to almost get teary-eyed.

I thought to myself about how rare kindness must be to him if that small amount elicited that response. Then I realized that it most certainly was to me, and that's about the same amount of kindness it would take to move me as well. "I haven't eaten in a few days..." he told me. "I just started this new job, and I'm in a bad way until I get paid." He added. As his words hit me I said with a somewhat heavier heart. "Well, you're eating today, man. Get whatever you want.

The person in line ahead of us turned around and mean mugged him, and looked at me as if to say I was being scammed. That the guy was just in it for a free meal. Honestly, He could've been right in that moment for all I knew. But the truth is, I didn't care. I'd rather it be a free food scam than any other type because it's still a good deed done in the name of goodness.

But at the same time, I felt like this guy was either legitimate or extremely exaggerating his actions to seem that way. Either way, I didn't care. And because of that, the joke would be on him if he was lying. He ordered a 6-inch sandwich, and I told him to make it a foot long if he hadn't eaten in so long. He almost broke down again but snapped out of it, and changed his order.

He added chips and a drink to it, but only after I insisted. Further taking away the idea that this was all a scam to get free food. He picked his sandwich and drink up and looked like he was ready to walk out. "Do you mind if I eat with you?" he asked me. I was taken aback. Most of the time when I had bought someone lunch over the years they either doubled their order, left as soon as it was ready, or both. "Uh...Yeah, man. Sure." I told him.

We went and sat down and he thanked me again frantically for the food. Then he pulled the sandwich out and started literally scarfing it down in front of me. And I mean scarfing. And for a brief moment, I thought to myself "Who eats like that?" until it clicked in my head that only someone who hadn't eaten a meal in a long time would... I immediately felt horrible. "How long has it been?" I asked. "Um...Been a few days. Maybe Saturday?" It was Tuesday.

"I'm sorry, my brother. I didn't realize how bad it was." I told him as tears burned in my eyes burning my nostrils as I was overcome with emotion. He told me he understood, and I did more than anyone else did for him. I explained my stance on doing the good for the good and he told me again he would pay me back. "No, my brother. I never expected you to. That's the whole point. His eyes welled up more than they had before as he kept eating.

"My wife left us..." he said. "us?" I asked seeing what I was assuming was his wedding ring on his necklace and worrying about his answer. "Yeah, me and my little boy. She left us, and went to Louisiana." (I believe) he told me. "She took almost everything with her leaving me broke, and without any way to provide for my son." He took another bite and continued. "I just started this job, and it pays good. But I ain't gonna see a dime until next Thursday."

I asked him when the last time his son ate was, and he told me he had been going without so he could feed his son. I believe he said he could only afford ramen and hot dog weiners and was making his son that. I had always wanted to be a dad and I didn't really have the best examples growing up. At that time I was questioning ability to be a father.

Kandace and I were either planning to or trying to conceive, at the time and all I could think was being in a situation where I couldn't afford to take care of my son and what that must be doing to him. Much less foregoing food for himself to do what little he could. Thinking about it now as a father makes the emotion so much worse but at that moment it nearly broke my heart.

He didn't ask me for money. He told me he was going to find a way to get some groceries. That he didn't have anything to sell, but he would find a way. He nearly finished his entire sandwich by that time, and I asked why he was eating so quickly. He told me he had spent 30 minutes of his 60-minute lunch break asking people outside to buy him lunch so he didn't black out at work with no food.

In that moment...I had had enough. I wasn't going to put up with a situation like that that I had the power to change. I packed the rest of my sandwich up to take to work and said. "My brother. I know you don't have much time left but can you follow me to the Grocery store real quick?" He said "uh..sure" unsure of why I would ask him that. He followed me over to the ATM directly inside and upon realizing where we were said "I...No, my brother. You've already helped me enough."

"My brother..." I told him. "I don't trust these humans out here to help you, and I'm not going to let a hard-working single father and his son starve. It's just not going to happen." He started actually crying at that point and I did all I could not to do the same. I pulled out what I could afford to give him.

The number is not important, and I can't remember anyway, but it's not as much as I wanted to give him. I told him that I hoped what I gave him would get him through to payday and he hugged me (After asking.) I told him they would be ok and that we was an amazing father to sacrifice for his son like he had. The kind of father many kids unfortunately never had. I knew he needed to hear that and I'm glad I said it.

He kept trying to tell me he wanted to pay me back. And in the end, I finally told him how he could. "When you are on your feet and can afford to. Find someone who needs help like you did, and help them." I said. "That's what I'm doing now, and that's why I'm doing it. I continued.

As an Autistic adult, I came from a place where nobody would hire me, and no matter what I tried to make money, I fell flat on my face. I have been plagued with bad luck most of my life and have often felt cursed, so when I finally get on my feet and out of the bad times and see someone struggling to do the same just like I did, my first thought isn't to judge them or tell them to pull themselves up. It's to help them up.

He was a single dad with a new job trying to do right by his son. He was pulling himself up. But he needed help. Sometimes when people help themselves up, they still need a hand. And in a world of apathetic "not my problem" attitudes. Be that hand. Be that hand in spite of the judgmental onlookers, and naysayers. Yes. Guard yourself against being used, and abused but do what you can afford to do to help make their world, and by extension the rest of the world a better place.

And wherever you are, my brother, if you are by some random happenstance reading this. I hope you and yours are as well as me and mine. Thank you for being a shining example of fatherhood in a time where I was questioning my ability to be one.

-Nathan Alan McConnell

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[ruthlesslistener]

Hi Aren!! Dunno what what your music taste is, but I recently listened to Veins by Nathan Wagner and I can't stop thinking of how much it could fit Hollow!! I really wanted to share it with the hk fandom but i'm wayyy too shy, so i settled on sharing with someone friendly :D (there's so many songs from this artist that just fit hollow knight, i adore them so much, holy heck. Also, i apologize if this was sent twice, my wifi is..uh... not the best)

Oh you’re good fam! My wifi is really shitty too, so I’d unserstand even if I got the ask twice (which I didn’t, so you’re doubly good). As for the song- yeah holy SHIT that fits Hollow. Like, holy FUCK. Specifically, Hollow when they’re in the temple battling against Radi and growing weaker and weaker, bc these lyrics are just perfect for that

It’s running through my veins 

It’s rattling my cage

It just won’t go away this feeling

 Deep inside of me 

 I bury my mistakes

 But it’s shaking me awake 

 It’s running through my veins

I see you on the shore 

But you can’t hear me anymore 

 I’m drowning in the undertow 

Millstone on my neck

Darkness does its’ best 

To pull me down this endless hole

Try to tell myself I’m gonna be ok ok ok ok 

But your perfect light it starts to fade away away 

Like I can totally see this being Hollow feverishly flipping between periods of light and dark as they try to push away the Radiance, get overwhelmed, panic, and call upon their darkness and their siblings to try to help them, only to panic again because they picked up some conditioning from the White Palace that makes them terrified of the Abyss and the void within them, which makes them wish to cling to their memories and loyalty to their father, thus weakening them further. It’s a vicious cycle and I’m actually pretty fuckin glad you showed me this song bc it’s helping me shape an idea of how their pov would be after they got sealed (which I need for...reasons>:3)

As for the music tastes- feel free to send me anything! I don’t really have a set music taste or follow any bands; I really don’t even know the difference between a lot of genres. Music for me is just split into Songs That I Like and Songs That I Don’t Like, and those are in those category only bc they don’t get me hyped or I can’t associate them with a character to get a good grasp of their vibes or whatnot

Or, well, I guess I fuckin loathe a good deal of the songs on the radio, that’s like people half-singing half-talking about their exes or whatever (like...it’s not rap, it’s not singing, it’s just melodic talking about how sad they are that them tiddies or dick is gone from their life), but I highly doubt anyone’s gonna send me anything like that, lol

[angsty-nerd]

Happy Thanksgiving!

I’m not usually one for sappy holiday posts, but I just wanted to pop my head in today and say that I’m so damn thankful this year for Roswell, New Mexico and for this fandom for coming into my life this year! Because I can’t really begin to fully express how much this fandom means to me right now.

This fandom reconnected me with one of my favorite people who I had been disconnected from the past few years...so I am incredibly thankful this year that this fandom reconnected me with @tasyfa. Today I will also reminisce and remember the Canadian Thanksgiving that we spent together many, many years ago in Toronto and what a great trip that was!

I am thankful for all of the new people that this fandom has brought into my life. It has had such a positive impact on me, and I love getting to chat with y’all and theorize with y’all and squee over gifset and episode rewatches with you all. So this year I am so very thankful for y’all, @suzteel, @maxortecho, @latessitrice, @queenrikki, @mercenarywitch, @piccolina-mina, @faithtrustaliendust, @viaomens , @lizacstuff, @laniel-young-again, @lsyoung28, @lesbianmaxevans, and all of the others that I’m sure I’m leaving off, because I really do appreciate all y’all.

Edited to add... @seeaddywrite !! I forgot you and I don't want to forget you, so I'm adding you in hours later!! Adore you & am so glad to have met you this year! 😘

I am thankful that this show and this fandom got me writing again, finally, after all of these years. It’s so enriching and so motivating and it makes me so happy. And all y’all’s support, especially during Fictober, was so, so humbling and wonderful.

I’m thankful for Jeanine Mason, for being the biggest Liz and Echo stan of us all, for being the biggest and best advocate of this show, and just for being an amazing, badass, Latina woman and using that to advocate for wonderful causes and to create an amazing community around her. I want to watch Liz Ortecho be a badass for as long at this show is meant to last for, hopefully the next 4 more years.

I’m thankful for Nathan Dean Parsons...for perfectly embodying a hot, angsty alien cowboy and for giving me a whole new level of thirst that I didn’t even know I had in me. 😆 And I refuse to just be shallow, so I also want to thank him for how much work I know he puts into his character and getting Max right, and that is awesome to see. I know part of what makes this show so special is his partnership with Jeanine and how carefully they craft their characters together, and that just is wonderful to see. In every fandom I have ever participated in, it has never been more clear to me than in this one how DIFFERENT the actor is from the character, and that really impresses me and really helps me to buy into him as an actor. So thanks, Nathan. Gonna miss you until you’re alive again, Max Evans.

I am thankful for Michael Trevino for being our most consistent glimpse into the show behind the scenes, and for giving us a good guy Kyle who is so friggin loveable that I actually don’t believe its possible for anyone in this fandom NOT to love Kyle. And I am thankful that, with all the flying and instagramming you do, that you are still safely among us 😂. STOP THAT. haha.

I am thankful to Lily Cowles for being one cool chic and I am hopeful that we will see a more human and well rounded Isobel this year.

I am thankful for Amber Midthunder for coming back for the season, even though she is plenty busy with Fargo and all of her other projects too. And I can’t WAIT to see Rosa’s plot play out this year!

I am thankful for Heather Hemmens for being friggin adorable and for bringing us a killer strong, independent Maria. And for how lovely it is once she lets her walls down and shows those moments of vulnerability.

I guess I will also be grateful for Vlamis for being such a dynamic supporting character on this show and for being so open and willing to interact with the fandom, to the point of occasionally instagram stalking me... haha.

And then Tyler Blackburn for his excellent portrayal of Alex’s character arc last season. And for his delivery of the line that gave me my new screen name. Haha.

Finally I’ll thank Carina for giving me such a well rounded, dynamic show full of diversity, political commentary, epic romance, aaaaaangst, plot twists... I never expected to love this show so much, dare I say, so much more than OG Roswell?

March feels very far away right now, but the next month is going to FLY with the holidays...and then I’ll probably be moving...and then March is just suddenly going to be here and we’ll be all, whoa! Where did the time go!!

Happy Thanksgiving y’all!

[drakinq]

071922

These past couple days have been nonstop chaos. In a good way. Nothing to get hysterical over or anything setting me back. I spent last weekend with Eniyah and Jas before she went back home. I'm so happy she got the spend time out here with her family. I'm glad I've been prioritizing family but this weekend showed me how much its time to spend the rest of the summer focused on my bag and my dance. Aunty tootie and Jas were talking crap about me but I'm proud of the way I handled it. I'm just glad to be the bigger person. I'm gonna miss Eniyah and I'm so proud of the way her and Jonboy have grown. Jimmy asked me to watch these past two days once I got back from family weekend. I had the best time with Isla and getting to know Isla more. I had to call off work so I'm hoping I'm walking into a smooth end of the week with the Urban family. I'm sure it will be fine. I've been so busy the past couple days pouring into others and sharing myself with others I haven't even gotten to get a good stretch in or journal session. Theres not much I want to say. I can't believe I almost forgot to mention Khris called me/ blew up my phone while I was gone for the weekend. I called him back and basically he realized how much he fucked up with me. He begged for me back and told me all his regrets and where he at now. I'm not glad hes suffering but I couldn't care less what he was doing. I'm lowkey disgusted he would even think he could have a chance with who I am today. I'm glad I haven't felt the need to go back to him or Jacob or anyone for that matter. The Ego boost is actually helping me get over Angel. Ali hasn't messaged me since the night we fooled around. Which I don't care at all I don't like him at all or Tonio or Nathan or anyone else for that matter. I really just want to be left alone to focus on myself and my craft. The goal is to be single and celibate the rest of summer.