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nox140497 · 11 months ago

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Bullies

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Sumary: You are a shapeshifter and are Dick's K9 partner. When at 'work', you take the form of a large pure black Germanshepard named Shadow. You make sure that you don't use that particular form when you are on a mission, though, just to make sure nobody puts two and two together.

You and Dick have been friends since Bruce took him in and have been dating for 5 years now, and like him, you have become fiercely protective of his little brothers....

Ages:

Dick: 21

Y/N : 20

Jason: 17

Tim: 13

Damian: 10

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Damians P.O.V

I am currently sitting in the back seat of the car with my hood up, hidding my face from Pennyworth while he gives me descreate yet concerned looks from the drivers seat. Drake was not at school today because of a head injury from patrol last night.

Why is my hood up, you may ask?

Because I have a black eye and a busted lip....but it really wasn't my fault.

The truth is that ever since I came to this school a couple of months ago, I have been bullied by not just other students but the teachers as well. They tell me things like,' How did you convince Bruce Wayne that you're his kid?' and 'You're just another charity case that no one really wants around.'

It hurts but I pretend that it doesn't bother me. I pretend that it doesn't make me wander if those words are true. 'Do they not want me around?'

I mean sometimes I can be a jerk especially to Drake and sometimes Todd but I really do care for them like brothers.

But those are not the worst. The worst is when the racist teacher say horrible things to me because I am Arab. They blame me for things that I have not done and tell me that I do not belong in my family. Those hurt the most.

Nobody in my family knows this of course. I don't believe that they would even care.

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When we get home, I notice the police car and the extra bike. All my brothers, as well as Y/N, Graysons girlfriend whom I think of as my sister, are here.

Great.....

I walk in and head straight to my room, ignoring the chatter that I could hear from the living room.

I curled up on my bed after taking a quick shower and changing into sweatpants and a black t-shirt and hoodie.

I had silent tears running down my face when I heard a soft knock on my door. I furriously wiped them away, but they did not stop. I didn't answer the knock, though.

"Dami? Are you ok?"

'Y/N' I thought

" Comon Lil'D, can I at least come in and say hello to my favorite Wayne child?" She asked softly through the door.

I was tempted just to ignore her, but she would probably just come in eventually. I sighed softly and got up slowly, trudging to the door and opening it. Turning away from her before she could see my face.

I curled up on my bed again and refused to look at her.

"Dami what's wrong buddy?"

She came over and sat next to me. Running her fingers through my hair softly. I sighed and turned to look at her. She gasped softly and gently touched my black eye and then my slightly swollen and split lip.

"What happened, Baby Bat? And don't lie to me. I know those are NOT from patrol last night."

I let out a defeated sigh, and the danm broke. I told her about everything. The bullying, my feelings, everything.

When I finished my story, I was crying again, and she looked torn for a moment. Torn between killing those who hurt me and making me feel better.

She seemed to make a decision after a few minutes and gently scooped me up. I squeaked but clung to her tightly.

She stormed downstairs and into the living room where my brothers and father were chatting. She stopped in the doorway, catching the attention of everybody in the room. When they saw me, they looked concerned. She then looked down at me and started speaking in a soft tone:

"Look at your dad and your brothers Dami. Not one of them look the same. They look similar, yes, but not the same. That is what makes each and every one of you boys unique. Not one of you is the same. Each of you has a different personality, different traits that make you special. That's what makes you, you. You belong in this family just as much as any of them do. You deserve the love and support of your family. You ARE NOT just a charity case to your dad. Or to your brothers. They all love. They don't always show it, but they do. We all love you."

"N/N's rigjt Baby Bat, we all love you." Grayson said softly as he walked up to us. Being the first to snap out of the shock.

There was a combination of affirmative words from the other three in the room before I was gently placed in my fathers lap. I snuggled closer to his chest when I felt his strong arms wrap tightly yet gently around me.

I looked over to see Y/N grab one of Todds guns out of its hiding places and start to walk towards the door. She stopped and turned in the door, raising an eyebrow.

"You boys gonna sit there, or are you gonna help me commit a couple murders?" She asked in a dangerously sweet and calm voice. I was surprised when all three of my brothers jumped up and followed her out of the room.

"I'll get my lawyers working on it and will go see the school tomorrow." My father yelled after them as he tightened his arms around me and got up to go to his office with me in his arms. All he got in response was the slam of the front door. I just snuggled deeper into my fathers chest, feeling safe.

Perhaps I was wrong. Perhaps they really do care for me.

#batbros #batboys #batfam #batman #alfred pennyworth #bruce wayne #dick grayson #dick grayson x female!reader #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #nightwing #red hood #red robin #robin

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mexicanmerridew · 1 month ago

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LOTF HEADCANONS YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHJ

( this is 4 @jackmerrizzler btw :3 )

( also sum of these are old )

Jack tried putting face paint on ralph multiple times but ralph kept running away everytime he did

Ralph went like "if you kept doing that im going to break your spear" ( he was buffling )

When it would be Halloween time they would dress up in a group costumes to find each other easily ( Sam & Eric would get lost pretty quick )

Speaking of halloween, its rogers fav holiday

Simon owed cats back home ( 2 to be specific )

Jack's full name name is "Jackson" merridew but prefers his last name more because his first name reminds him too much of his dad ( he's a junior )

After the island Ralph's hair wasent as fluffy anymore ( it became sorta dead in a way )

Jack's favorite color is green

After piggys aunt learned about piggy's death she made a candy about him & named it after him

They tried getting fish one time on the island but they were scared of how much they flopped on land that they resorted to pig

After a lot of the boys were rescued they slept with nightlights

Before crash landing on the island Jack's mom was pregnant ( jack didnt know at the time ) and while of his time on the island she ended up being born ( totally didn't headcanon this onto jack because I have a baby sister myself )

The liluns would gift each other things they found around the island ( like lil rocks or seaweed ) for comfort

( older ) Ralph would visit piggy's tombstone

The bigguns & lilnuns would write letters to their parents despite half of them getting lost

Jack knows how to play the piano

After jack got recued he was kinda paying less attention in choir and got put in dance classes for a while as punishment

Ralph had band classes back home and knew how 2 play the trumpet & flute ( totally didn't headcanon this bc I have a band class & play the flute and get heartburn and stomach aches all the time while playing it )

( IF SIMON WAS STILL ALIVE. ) he would have asked his mom for a lizard a bunch of times after being rescued until his grandma bought him 1 for his birthday !! :D

During the feast, Jack asked Ralph if he wanted to dance with him, and ralph just fucking straight out said "no"

After a few a minutes had past ( like 20 or so ) Ralph asked roger if he had seen simon cuz he wanted to dance with him

Ralph named 2 of his horses after simon & piggy

𝓙𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓼 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼

Ralph, piggy & Simon made flower crowns 4 each other ( Simon made the most for the 2 of them )

Jack tried teaching a lilnun C# but eventually gave up after a few mins 🥲

Jack would ( on purpose ) practice his C# late at night and drive Ralph CRAZY

Jack would try to teach some of the choir his fav songs

Jack HATED the rain while his time on the island but got used to it after he got saved

One of the boys on the island said sum shit like: "I can't believe I'm gonna die here without my first kiss!" As a joke ( WHICH MOST OF THE KIDS UNDERSTOOD ) except 1 kid who thought he was being serious and ACTUALLY KISSED HIM... ( in front of jack too )

Out of all the boys on the island simon had the most scars ( even after getting murdered ) with jack being the second & Ralph being the 3rd

piggy & simon tried giving sum of simons flower crowns to the tribe but they destroyed them due to "jacks orders"

This post took an hour 2 type pls like it ☹️ ( I'll pin this maybe )

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elliewritessncries · 11 months ago

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Invisible string | pre-outbreak!Joel Miller x (mostly)gn!reader

After many months of constant fighting Joel’s wife, Evelyn, has had enough, she runs away and leaves him and baby Sarah alone when they most need her. Sarah is barely 4 months old and even though Joel is an excellent father, he still needs help with his daughter while he works. Luckily his neighbor is more than happy to help out the now single father.

Part 2

Pre-outbreak, perhaps even no outbreak at all. Joel just turned/is about to turn 20. Young reader too. Kind of slow burn. No use of y/n. Clichés all over.

Warnings: swearing, parental abandonment. Brief mention of miscarriage. English is not my first language.

Note: I’ve been meaning to write more but I’m honestly too busy or afraid of criticism so I end up posting a chapter or two on ao3 and never coming back. But I’m on vacation and I miss tumblr so here I am.

Dividers by: firefly graphics

Sometimes, life takes turns leading you to places you never thought you'd find yourself in, but it doesn't have to be bad. That you had learned.

The first turn life took (and you were actually aware of it) was mid-college, and that one, well… It was actually a bad thing.

Two years earlier, you decided to travel across the country to study. It wasn't the most convenient thing geographically. It was a 24-hour drive without stops, but you made 32 in your parents' old van the first time they took you to see the campus, then it took you 4 days to get there with your best friend at the start of the first semester. It was a long way, which meant no Christmas vacation at home, no traveling for spring break, and an expensive plane ticket every summer that you had to pay yourself because, oh, surprise! It wasn't also the most convenient thing because money was tight at home, and Penn State wasn't cheap. Still, you wanted to go there, so your parents made an incredible effort to get you where you wanted. And a year and a half later, it wasn't viable anymore, so you dropped out and returned home to work.

The second life's turn happened when you were 20, and it came to you completely by surprise, without any involvement on your part, but still, you had to deal with the consequences.

You had been out of college for about seven months. It was mid-January, and you were walking home from work, watching the Christmas lights attached to rooftops fight the wind that threatened to rip them off and have them flying around. It was windier than usual, a chill wind that cut to the bone, perhaps foreshadowing the day's events.

When you reached home, you expected to be greeted by the warmth of home but, instead, you found it colder than the outside as your mom shouted like crazy in Spanish (a common thing in your household) at your dad, who just sat at the dining table with his head hung low (also a common thing). What wasn't expected was you and your siblings taking your mom's side as you found out the reason behind the yelling: your 52-year-old dad, the "most devoted father and husband of the community," was behind your family’s financial struggle, him and his mistress. That day, your mom sloppily packed your dad's things and threw him on the street. He didn't deserve more than that.

Life kept on going after that, kind of.

Many turns came after that day, more than you could ever count, and life was getting dizzier by the minute until a chilly day in late October that reminded you of the fateful day your dad ran out. Once again, you found yourself walking home from work, like in January, almost 8 months ago. You stopped half a block away from your house, fighting in vain with your beaten-down walkman, trying to play your tape until you heard muffled screams in a nearby house, something reminiscent of that day, too.

You didn't want to pry, but curiosity got the best of you, so you stayed there pretending to fix your things.

You knew the house belonged to the Keereys, but they hadn't lived there for a while. At the moment, a young couple rented it. You knew them too, not only because they were your neighbors but because both went to school with you, all the way from kindergarten to High School.

Evelyn and Joel Miller were high school sweethearts, together since their Freshman year, maybe before. They were a grade below you, but even going to the same school, you had never cared too much about their life and relationship, too busy with your own teenage drama and organizing prom and whatnot. Still, throughout the years, your mom and Diana Miller, Joel's mom, remained good friends, keeping you in all the gossip.

Evelyn's parents never liked Joel that much, and Joel never liked her parents, either. When she got pregnant at 17, they hated each other even more. Joel dropped out of High School and started to work to support a family that didn't come. The baby was never born, but they stayed together, even got married after turning 18, and when he thought of getting a GED to continue his education, they got pregnant again. Their baby was born mid-summer, and you and your family were invited to the baby shower but sent a present instead, too occupied with your family drama to go.

After the baby shower, Diana Miller didn't need to call your mom to update her on all of her son's problems because the young couple moved out of the Millers' house into their own (rented) home four houses down the block from yours, to receive their baby in peace. But peace was the last thing they had, with their baby crying more times than not, Evelyn wanting to opt-out, Joel trying to keep things together for the sake of their daughter, and you and your neighbors were the first ones to know about all their discussions.

Now, even with your headphones on, you could make up some of the phrases that Evelyn screamed, things about her wanting more, him not being enough, wishing for a better life, and wanting to leave once and for all. And before you could decide whether it was better to keep listening to bring fresh gossip home or leave the couple alone to their issues, the decision was made for you by an angry Evelyn getting out of the house in a hurry.

"-and I'm tired of you, and your house, and your stupid daughter that never shuts up!"

"Don't talk about her like that, Evelyn! Like it or not, she's your daughter. You can run away from her!"

"I'm not running away from her. I'm running away from you and this miserable life, you big, fucking, worthless idiot!"

"Evelyn, don't go! Evelyn! If you go now, don't even think about coming back! I mean it!"

"Oh honey, count on it!"

And she meant it too because while they were screaming at each other, she threw into their shared pick-up truck a bunch of clothes, a suitcase, and many plastic bags with, one could only assume, the rest of her things.

All the screaming had attracted the attention of passersby and neighbors alike. Yet, if they weren't paying attention before, the loud tire squeal of the truck as Evelyn backed out of the driveway did the trick, making everyone who was paying attention turn to the couple's house, scared by the sudden noise.

The truck drove loudly into the distance, leaving behind a deafening silence. Not even the birds dared to make any noise for a moment, afraid to upset the young man even more, but life had to keep going, even if it seemed to have stopped for him. People kept on walking, neighbors pretended to have been doing anything else rather than listening to the conversation and went on with their day, but you kept looking at the door, where an angry Joel Miller stood, not knowing what to do with life now, only distracted by the cries of his daughter, so he turned around and shut his door angrily leaving you standing in the middle of the street thinking how his life had taken a turn now too and wishing him the best of luck.

#joel miller x reader #the last of us #the last of us fanfiction #no outbreak!joel miller #pre outbreak!joel #sarah miller #gn!reader #90s-ish vibes #super inaccurate descriptions of texas

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kamii-2 · 1 year ago

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I’m lowkey obsessed with the thought of the Curtis boys having a sister so here we go

Curtis sister /maybe younger than Ponyboy even???/ being supes distant to her brothers after their parents die, and is lowkey pissed at Darry whenever he tries to parent her, Sodapop and Ponyboy

hi anon!! hopefully you like this fic (i’m so sorry if it’s short)

warnings: cussing, yelling, mentions of death

pairings: curtis siblings

genre: angst

not proofread 😲

curtis sisters name is nova and sodas twin but she didn’t drop out of school

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it was currently 5:14 pm, nova was laying on her bed and reading. darry wasn’t home and pony and soda were in the living room watching TV and talking. everytime darry wasn’t home she took advantage of that time because she knows the moment he gets there, he will make her clean and do her homework. recently she has gotten very annoyed with darry and his yelling, she’s at her breaking point. nova has a feeling that if he yells at her one more time, she will break.

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when darry got home he told pony and nova to do their homework, nova was already tired of him and he’s been home for 3 minutes. “why, it’s literally friday and it’s not due till monday.” nova questioned in an annoyed tone, “because i said so,” darry answered while walking out of her room. nova sighed and continued to read her book.

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it had been about 20 minutes since darry last came in her room and nova was still reading, she knew that darry was gonna be mad but she didn’t care. he’s not her dad so why should she listen to him? the house was semi quiet so nova assumed that darry was reading the newspaper and pony was doing his homework still or watching tv with soda. while nova was thinking about her family, darry suddenly walked in.

“did you finish your homework?” darry asked her while standing in the doorway, “no” nova replied while sitting up on her bed. “why?!” darry said slightly raising his voice, nova was at her breaking point, she knew that if darry yelled, she will yell back. “because i don’t want to.” nova replied calmly. “nova, if i tell you to do something then do it when i tell you to.” darry yelled at her, “you’re not dad so i don’t fucking have to.” nova yelled back while going last darry and walking out of her room.

“don’t walk away from me when i’m talking to you.” darry angrily said as he followed behind her, “you’re not my parents so i’m not listening to you,” nova said as she went to sit on the living room couch, she didn’t want to be in her room anymore. “wait what’s going on?” soda interrogated, him and pony were both sitting on the couch watching tv but now their focus was on nova and darry. before she could answer darry started to yell at her again, “ever since mom and dad died you’ve been really distant. what happened to when you were always hanging out with us snd were always happy?”

darry’s last sentence really pissed nova off, “you happened, all you ever do is yell at us like we’re maids or something. it’s getting really old darry, nobody wants to sit here and get yelled at all the time. how would you like if someone yelled at you every day? huh? you wouldn’t like it so stop fucking doing it to us.” nova yelled back as she grabbed her shoes that were on the floor and booked it out the house.

she could hear one of them trying to catch up to her but she just went faster and turned some corners so they lost her. nova did regret her decision to run away with absolutely nothing, she figured out she could go to some friends for help.

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sorry for this story taking so long to come out but i hope you like it even though it’s very short, anyway hope you have a good day/night, love you all 💋

#the outsiders #darry curtis #ponyboy curtis #sodapop curtis #curtis sister #angst

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smolwritingchick · 5 months ago

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Forced To Believe Chapter 61- Catching Up With Old Friends

Summary: Melanie visits TNA and live tweets for Raw. Melanie goes with CM Punk to a tattoo shop.

Words: 4,000+

Back in Philly, Melanie arrived back home, walking inside her parents' place.

"I'm home!" she shouted.

She immediately heard her Parson Russell Terrier happily barking and running towards her.

"Ellie! Hey girl. Did you miss me?" She happily petted her and gave her belly rubs.

She laughed as she began licking her. After playing with her dog, she placed her bags in her room and got settled in. A while later, she heard the doorbell ring and looked into the peephole as a smile crept on her face.

"Who is it~?" Melanie grinned.

"Bitch! Open the door! You know it's me, grapes!" Leah chuckled.

"What's the password?"

"Melanie is awesome."

She opened the door. "Good enough."

Once Leah saw her, she engulfed her in a big hug and spun her around after heading inside.

"I missed you!" Leah beamed and released her.

"I missed you, too! You've lifted a lot more weights. Jeesh."

They shared a laugh while Melanie shut the door.

"I saw what happened last night, oh my gosh you do not know how mad I am because of what Rosa and Evolution did."

"Haha. A lot of fans are angry."

"How's the neck?"

"Sore but it'll go away in a couple of days. I just got a call not too long ago that they've made changes to the storyline. They want me back sooner rather than later. And I'm like wow, all this last minute and sudden changes,"

"That's WWE for you. Last minute storyline changes. Your acting was wild. You had me crying when you were in that ambulance!"

"Glad I made it believable!"

"My parents should be coming home soon. They're out shopping. And...it's almost time for Raw, good,"

"You gotta tweet during the WWE shows?" Leah sat next to her on the couch after they grabbed some snacks.

"Yep. Knowing me always being on Twitter, they didn't even have to ask me."

Once the show was on, Leah shouted, "Are you serious!?" when it was announced that Dean Ambrose would be in a battle royal for his US title.

Melanie tweets 'Seriously? I wish I was there to support you but good luck baby! #BelieveInAmbrose'

As they watched Raw, Diego, and Jane finally returned with their shopping bags.

"Melanie!" Jane placed her bags down and rushed over to her.

"Hey, mom!" Melanie stood up to hug her tightly.

"I missed you, sweetie!" She began giving her several kisses all over her face.

"Mom!" she complained.

Leah giggled and greeted her and Diego before helping with the bags. Jane and Melanie followed them and she hugged her dad.

"Melanie, how's the neck?" he asked.

"Sore, but it'll heal in a couple of days."

After everyone got situated, they went to the living room to continue watching the preshow of Raw.

Dean stands in the middle of Roman and Seth.

"I didn't get into this business...because it was easy..." Dean said with seriousness. "And you don't hold on to the United States champion for a year because you can't handle pressure. And you see 20 to one odds. I just see a tough night at the office because when you represent The Shield, when you represent this. The new symbol of excellence, you hold yourself to a higher standard. I'm sure Triple H, Rosa, and The Authority think this is pretty funny."

"They look so serious. Their facial reactions are amazing." Jane said.

"I know right! How did you do it?" Leah wondered.

"Do what?" Melanie asked.

"Deal with them glaring at you when you were feuding with them?"

"I had to get used to it. Especially with Joe. I remember we had a segment when he was yelling and screaming at me. Those tears I shed were real, not fake. I was scared. But that was when I first started because it's been a long time since we all worked together and when his character got a little bit renewed, it took a few weeks to get used to. He's a big teddy bear though,"

"But I'm not complaining. Because I gotta get up in the morning no matter what happens and I gotta answer to me," Ambrose continued. "So what I'm gonna do...is throw punches until my arm falls off! Because I am the dirtiest, meanest, nastiest, most rotten son of a gun to walk on this planet and I'll tell you this, I wouldn't want to be any of those 19 other guys trying to steal from me and take what's mine."

"That's right," Seth said. "You got this...you got this, but I'm telling you guys, something still doesn't feel right about the situation. If anything happens out there and if this turns into anything more than it's supposed to be..."

"We got your back. Believe that. And believe in The Shield." Roman reassured.

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"Welcome to Monday night Raw! We are kicking things off with a unique United States championship match." Cole said as The Shield walked through the crowd. "Dean Ambrose will defend his United States championship by the orders of The Authority in a 20 man over the top rope battle royal."

"Oh my gosh..." King said with worry.

Melanie tweets 'Which is a load of crap...'

"And perhaps this is punishment from last night," Cole went on.

"Speaking of last night, as you can see Morgan isn't here,"

"Yes and we have just gotten word that Morgan will be out of action for her neck injury. Rosa defeated Morgan with the help of Evolution after they ambushed The Shield backstage, last night."

"And after the match, they sickeningly assaulted her. It was hard to watch."

"On a positive note, she's tweeting live, right now! At least she'll be tweeting while watching Raw." JBL added.

Melanie tweets 'I have a bad feeling...'

During the match, Dean managed to survive throughout the match. It was the final five. Him, Jack, Ryback, Axel and Sheamus. Ryback and Axel began to take on Ambrose and gang up on him.

"I am just surprised at that man, the current champion, Dean Ambrose is still in this match!" Cole exclaimed.

Melanie tweets 'It's going to be okay. Nothing bad is going to happen. #NailBiting'

Ryback and Axel try to eliminate Dean but he hangs on and lands on the apron. He manages to eliminate Axel as the crowd cheers. Ryback gets tossed over the apron and starts punching Dean back and forth. Ryback runs towards him but Dean dropkicks him on the knees, making him fall off the apron.

Melanie tweets 'That's what I'm talking about, baby! Yes!'

"And we're down to three!" Cole said as Jack tried to pick up Dean.

Dean manages to get back down on his feet and pick up Jack to throw him out of the ring.

Melanie tweets 'Just one more! One more! You got this!'

The crowd goes wild until Rosa runs down the ramp.

"What the what is she doing here!?" Cole exclaimed.

She gets on the apron and starts yelling at Ambrose. The crowd starts to boo while Seth and Roman look alert at the situation.

"Aren't you missing a certain Outspoken Diva?" Rosa got under his skin and smirked.

Dean glares at her and his emotions start to get out of control.

"What are you going to do Dean? What? Are you mad that your precious Morgan had her career ended by the hands of me? Poor darling." she went on.

"Rosa and her mind games," JBL looked on as Seth and Roman started to argue with her.

Roman tries to grab her but Rosa evades his attempt and runs around the ring, making him and Seth chase her. Dean turns around to receive a Brogue Kick from Sheamus.

"Oh my gosh!" King exclaimed.

"Oh!" Jane and Leah shouted.

"This isn't good," Diego mumbled.

"Come on Dean!" Jane shouted at the TV, making Melanie chuckle.

Melanie tweets 'Son of a...'

"Sheamus just blindsided Ambrose!" Cole exclaimed.

"And all thanks to Rosa. That kick took his head off!" King shouted.

Sheamus picks Dean up and throws him out the ring.

"Ambrose eliminated! Sheamus is the new United States champion!" Cole shouted as Sheamus celebrated.

Roman and Seth stop chasing Rosa and look annoyed. She starts jogging up the ramp and grins in satisfaction.

"Damn it!" Leah pouted. "Really Rosa? Really!?"

"Hahaha!" Rosa laughed at The Shield.

Melanie tweets 'I wish I could wipe that smirk off her face...it's okay guys. Stay strong.'

Roman and Seth help Dean up while Sheamus gets out of the ring and celebrates with the title. The Shield get back in the ring. Dean slams his fist on the mat, looking upset.

"What are you supposed to do y'know? You were this close man; you were this close." Seth spoke up.

Triple H walks out, meeting up with Rosa on the stage. He pats her back and smirks at The Shield.

"Last night Evolution engaged in an unforgettable war. And at the end of it, you three were extremely lucky. But...one member wasn't. Looks like Morgan failed to adapt. And I can guarantee she's not going to be seen here any time soon." He said as The Shield shot him dirty looks.

Ambrose leans on the ropes and starts gritting his teeth.

"Ambrose is crazy." Diego chuckled.

"You just noticed that? I love him!" Jane grinned.

Melanie tweets 'Guess I'm a taboo subject here.'

"Now...since Ambrose just lost his US championship, it looks like your luck is changing. And considering the fact that at the end of the night tonight, the three of you are gonna be in six man competition... against the Wyatt Family." Triple H announced, earning loud cheers. "I'd be willing to say, your luck has run out."

"What a main event!" Cole said.

"Is there no end to the vindictiveness of Triple H?" King asked.

"I think it's good for business. What a great main event for Monday Night Raw!" JBL added.

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The Shield and The Wyatt family get into it in a back and forth match. The match begins to pick up when Roman gets tagged in and takes the Wyatts down with superman punches, apron clotheslines and a top rope flying clothesline. He sets up for the superman punch until Erick goes after him.

All members of each team get in the ring and start to get into it while Dean and Seth hit Erick and Luke with a suicide dive out of the ring. Roman hits Bray with the superman punch and stalks him with his teammates. All of a sudden Evolution's theme comes on.

"Oh my God, here they come!" Cole shouted as Evolution and Rosa walked out.

Melanie tweets 'Frustrations...building...'

The Shield face off against Evolution as they walk down the ramp. Seth and Dean take out Evolution, Erick, and Luke with another suicide dive but then Bray blasts Reigns and quickly hits him with the Sister Abigail for his team's win.

Melanie tweets 'Should have known...'

Evolution starts attacking The Shield while Rosa watches. Batista throws Ambrose into the steel steps while Orton hits Rollins with a DDT off the top rope. Batista hits Ambrose with a spinebuster on top of the steel steps while Roman escapes Triple H's pedigree. Orton waits until Roman turns around to receive an RKO. Triple H gets angry and hits Roman with a pedigree.

"Triple H is livid," Cole said as Evolution stood tall.

Melanie tweets 'I just wish I could help...'

"Pick him up here! Come on!" Batista shouted as Orton and Triple H picked him up so they could hit him with the triple powerbomb.

Rosa gets on the top rope and strikes Roman with a diving clothesline while Evolution slams Roman down.

"Triple powerbomb with a clothesline. It took six men to leave the three members of The Shield laying tonight." Cole looked on as Rosa and Evolution put their fists out.

"No way!" Jane shouted. "They just did you see that?"

"Wow..." Leah shook her head.

"Haha! This is insane!" Melanie laughed.

Melanie tweets 'This bitch...really? First of all, you didn't do the move right.'

"Evolution is not through with The Shield," Cole said.

Melanie tweets 'Don't worry, you only just motivated my boys. They're going to kick your asses. #JustYouWatch'

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Since Melanie was going to be off the road for a while, she finally had the opportunity to visit Phil and April in Chicago. She has talked to Phil about getting a tattoo for the past year now and he finally talked her into coming to Chicago to get one. She was nervous but excited about the new ink.

Melanie tweets 'Okay...I think I'm ready. Ready to get that tattoo CMPunk #TattooBuddies'

Phil replies 'Sweet. I'll be waiting for you. Don't chicken out on me WWEMorgan101'

Melanie replies back 'CMPunk hardy har har. I won't. Promise! #TryingNewThings #Inked'

Her twitter was already getting blown up with the idea of her getting a tattoo and hanging out with CM Punk, the man who walked out on WWE. But she'd always remain friends with him. After meeting up with him, the two headed over to the shop and she checked out all the different designs.

"Nervous?" Phil asked with a smile.

"A little," she admitted.

"Come on, you said you wanted one and you wanted your best guy friend there."

"You're one of my best guy friends."

"What? I'm hurt. I thought I was number one." He playfully replied in a saddened voice.

"You'll live, man," She patted him on the back.

"So what are you getting and where?" He asked as they checked out all the different designs.

"Well..."

After a few hours of tattooing, her tattoos were finally done and she showed them off.

"Gosh, how do you do it, dude? How do you stand the pain?!" Melanie asked.

"It's not that bad."

"Easy for you to say. Anyway, here's the first one." She put her hair up and revealed her name in Chinese writing. The tattoo was small and ran down from her upper back to down on her spine to stop before the middle of her back.

"That's sick!" Phil nodded in approval. "And the other one?"

She let her hair down and showed him her right wrist. It had the name Mox and each letter was attached to each other, having an easily seen cursive font to it.

"You went for a wrist tat? I'm proud of you."

"I'm flattered."

"So, what's the story behind that?"

"Working with Jon as Jon Moxley was my favorite part of the indies. He's someone I'll cherish forever because if I didn't have that feud with him, I wouldn't have been my Morgan character. I'd probably be a girly character today in WWE, honestly. Plus, I wouldn't be wrestling guys and stuff if it wasn't for him."

"Nice. I wonder how Jane is going to react,"

"I think she'll be okay,"

"She's going to freak out."

"No, I really think she'll be okay."

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"Are you crazy!?" Jane shouted, making Leah wince and hold her ear. "You—you got a tattoo!?"

"Two, actually," Melanie revealed, making her exhale and sit on the couch.

"Come on sweetheart, she's not destroying her body. Like she said they have stories behind it." Diego said, trying to save her from the situation.

"I think they look awesome!" Leah grinned.

Jane exhaled. "All right. They do look really interesting."

"Does Jon or anyone know?" Leah wondered.

"Yep, they just didn't see it though," Melanie replied.

"Man, I want to see Colby's reaction. He's going to be elated when he sees that you two have almost similar matching tattoos."

"Can't wait to see the look on his face when he finds out, that I actually went along with his idea. He thought I was going to chicken out on getting tattoos."

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The next day, Jane, Leah, Diego, and Melanie head over to Jane's new bakery.

"I can't believe this is happening," Jane looked around in excitement.

She saw her bakery sign called 'Jane's' and saw some employees already in the shop to prepare the free samples.

Melanie tweets 'Wanna meet Jane and I? Come down to Philly for the grand opening of Jane's bakery! Check out the free samples!'

Seconds later WWE's Twitter retweets it and so does the roster until the fans start retweeting it, gaining more traction.

"Word travels fast, huh?" Diego chuckled. "The power of technology."

"Let's not wait any longer!" Jane rushed inside and looked around. "This is amazing!"

After Jane worked with the employees to get everything good and ready for the day, she shared some of the free samples with Melanie, Leah, and Diego as they raved over the deliciousness. The cookies they tried were soft and just the right amount of sugar.

When it was time for the grand opening there was a big crowd, making Jane's day even more better. The fans got photos of her and Melanie and asked Melanie about her neck. Melanie told them she was doing great and couldn't wait to get back in the ring.

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With permission from WWE, Melanie decided to visit her old TNA friends. After talking with Dixie and catching up with the guys, she walked inside the Knockout's locker room, she caught up with Madison Rayne, Velvet, Gail, and Angelina Love. It was great to see them still thriving in the company.

Later when it was time for the show and the little segment she had planned, Melanie sat by ringside.

Angel on my shoulder comes on as the Beautiful People walk out in black evening gowns. They were about to compete in an elimination evening gown match against Brittany and Madison Rayne.

"The following Knockout contest is an evening gown match. Introducing first, the Beautiful People!" Christy Hemme announced.

As soon as Angelina and Velvet walk to ringside, they spot Melanie.

"Oh my gosh!" Velvet grinned and rushed over to her with Angelina.

"Melanie! You're here!" Angelina beamed while Melanie stood up and hugged them with a big smile on her face.

"And look who we have at ringside! Melanie!" Taz announced.

"Melanie visiting TNA, I wonder what's going to happen when she sees Madison again." Mike Tenay wondered, recapping their past feud years ago.

"And their opponents, introducing first from Orlando, Florida, Brittany!" Christy announced as she strutted down the ring, tagging some hands.

'She's a Killa Queen'

"And her tag team partner, from Seattle, Washington, Madison Rayne!"

Madison grinned and twirled around before doing her princess wave.

"This is all Madison's fault. She could have been back with the beautiful people but she turned it down." Taz said as Madison stopped at the end of the ramp and turned her attention to Melanie.

"Uh oh." Mike looked on as she walked over to Melanie.

The Outspoken Diva slowly stood up, facing off against her as the crowd cheered in anticipation.

"I thought these two were done! They still have beef?"

"Don't worry, Melanie! We got her! We got her for ya!" Angelina reassured while Madison got in the ring.

Brittany was impressive, hitting Velvet with a moonsault. She is about to take Velvet's gown off but Madison hits her out of the ring as the ref orders her to get back on the apron. Melanie chuckles at the Beautiful People's dirty work while Angelina holds Brittany's foot so Velvet can eliminate her.

"Brittany has been eliminated," Christy announced.

"Madison is now out numbered," Mike looked on.

"Three on one. Who knows what Melanie is going to do? I can still feel the tension between those two." Taz stated.

Madison holds her own until she gets thrown into the ropes by Velvet. Angelina makes her fall flat on her face by pulling on her legs.

"That was nice, wasn't it?" Angelina grinned and high fived Melanie before getting back on the apron.

"Come on, queen." Velvet choked her on the middle ropes.

Madison fights back and spears Velvet before stripping Velvet.

"And now it's gonna be a one on one match." Mike looked on.

Angelina attacks Madison from behind and chokes her with Velvet's gown.

"How do you like that!?" Angelina shouted before releasing her. "I got her, I got her."

Madison starts fighting back and starts choking her with Velvet's gown before throwing her across the ring a couple of times. All of a sudden, Velvet walks down to the ring again with a towel, distracting her and the ref.

"What are you doing!?" Madison exclaimed before Velvet showed her body to the ref. "You're disgusting, Velvet! Really!? Really!? Really!?"

"Wow," Melanie mumbled while Angelina sprayed Madison with hairspray and stripped her to win the match.

"Your winners! The beautiful people!" Christy announced while Madison covered her eyes.

Velvet meets up with Angelina in the ring and celebrates with her. Melanie jumps off the barricade and walks up the steps.

"And now Melanie is going to celebrate with them," Taz said while Velvet and Angelina hugged her.

The three of them grab a mic while Madison continues to hold her eyes in the ring, still looking embarrassed. She recovers and goes to spear Angelina until Velvet beats her down and holds her down into a headlock.

"How dare you!? How dare you, disrespect us!? You were a nobody! A nobody! Before you were in the beautiful people!" Angelina screamed.

"Don't forget that!" Velvet screamed.

"The only reason we hired your ugly butt was to make us look better! But that's all gonna change. Right...now." Angelina grabbed a brown paper bag with her face on it and put it on Madison's head as the crowd booed.

"This is total humiliation," Mike murmured.

Melanie starts to look uncomfortable. This wasn't right at all.

Angelina and Velvet laugh and high five each other.

"Come on Melanie, hit her!" Velvet shouted.

As she continues to watch, she starts to look upset. In the ring she saw two different women. Madison Rayne and the Madison Rayne years ago. The difference? Madison suffered a lot because of the beautiful people and has been humiliated by them so many times. And maybe that was why she did what she did. She tried to be Melanie's friend but instead took her anger out on her.

Madison has changed a lot these past few years and she wasn't the same heartless, wicked woman anymore. She had a baby and changed her ways. Started to do what was right. And maybe Melanie should do the same.

"Is...is Melanie going to hit her?" Taz questioned.

Suddenly she walked up to Madison and took the paper bag off of her, ripping it into pieces as the crowd cheered.

"What are you doing?" Velvet exclaimed.

"The hell are you doing!?" Angelina shouted.

"Madison...you've made my life a living hell back when I was in TNA but I fought back against you. You've changed a lot over the years and you're trying to do what's right. Now Angelina, Velvet, are you seriously doing this childish crap again?" Melanie asked.

"Are you kidding me!?" Velvet shouted.

"First of all, you two aren't beautiful. You're ugly. Ugly personalities. I'm not a beautiful person and I never will be. I'm a Killa Queen just like Madison." she dropped the mic while Madison speared Velvet, making her roll out the ring.

"Look at this! They're working together?" Taz exclaimed as Angelina's jaw dropped.

Angelina walks over to see Velvet down and out at ringside. As soon as she turns around, she gets hit with a double clothesline by Madison and Melanie. The crowd begins to cheer when she helps Madison take off Angelina's gown and throw her out of the ring.

"Are you kidding me!?" Velvet screamed as she helped Angelina and tried to cover her up.

Melanie chuckled. "Sorry."

She shrugged while Madison's theme came back on. She turns around and grins at her before hugging her.

"Whoa, look at this! They did make up!" Taz looked on. "Two enemies helping each other out."

"Two former enemies." Mike corrected while Melanie raised Madison's hand.

"This isn't over!" Angelina shouted while Madison gave them the princess wave.

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Smackdown was underway with each member of The Shield in singles competition for the night. Unfortunately, Ambrose failed to recapture the US championship from Sheamus and was upset as he banged on the mat, mumbling, "Damn it!"

Then, Roman defeated Mark Henry after giving him a Samoan drop over the top rope, showing off his power, and then a spear. And finally, Rollins took on Batista but lost by count out after Batista evaded Seth's dive, hitting his head on the announce table.

Even though the match was over, Batista decided to throw Seth back in the ring and began beating him up.

"Batista just wants to punish Rollins now," Cole said after Batista hit him with a Batista bomb. "That was completely uncalled for and unnecessary."

Melanie tweets 'Ooh...I just wanna...I'm going to do something that's going to hurt Evolution and Rosa...mentally.'

Later that evening, Rosa was in action against Naomi, having a back and forth match.

"Rosa is really holding her own here tonight," JBL looked on, impressed, as Rosa threw Naomi into the steel post outside the ring.

"This is a scary change in Rosa's character. She's very vindictive." Cole added as Rosa threw Naomi back in the ring.

Rosa tries to take control but Naomi starts fighting back with the crowd behind her. She goes for the rearview but Rosa kicks her butt, making Naomi fall.

"And Rosa counters." Cole watched as she grabbed her for the Gory Bomb, making a sick impact on the mat.

"1!"

"2!"

"3!"

"And Rosa continues to dominate," Cole announced as she got her hand raised.

Naomi rolls out of the ring while Rosa grabs a mic. A 'Rosa Sucks' chant surrounds the arena, making her glare at the crowd.

Moments later, she laughed. "Oh Morgan, how does it feel to see your friends get beaten up by me? I am the best diva—"

'I've had enough I'm taking you down'

"What!?" Cole exclaimed.

"Morgan's back!" JBL shouted as Rosa's eyes widened and started to look nervous.

The crowd goes wild as they patiently wait for Morgan to come out but then her theme fades out.

"Wait a minute..." Cole said suspiciously.

Melanie tweets 'Corny bluff...Laugh while you can...'

Rosa starts laughing again, making the crowd even more angry with her.

"Haha, you fell for it! You all fell for it! I mean come on, did you really think Morgan is going to come back to the WWE? I ended her career. She's gone. She's done. Morgan doesn't have what it takes to be a top diva. I do. I'm even better than Paige! And I know you and her are buddies, but I'm going to show you that I can beat the Diva's champion. So believe that and believe in Rosa Mendes." She blew a kiss and exited the ring.

"Rosa is continuing her dominance. Will anyone stop her?" Cole wondered.

"I don't know but Paige better watch out. She may have a new challenger for her championship." JBL stated.

#the shield #the shield fanfiction #the shield 4th member #dean ambrose x oc

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tarantulazone · 6 months ago

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5/22/24 22:48

Where to even begin, the second test went horribly. I was unfocused the entire time because sounds were way too loud and I kept hearing “hello” being whispered and repeated. I ended up doing 2/3 mandatory essays because I just couldn’t start it. I would try to read the passage but my brain would get caught up in other things and I would focus on that and then would get frustrated at not being able to read it. So at 1 hour and 30 minutes left our of 2 hours, I checked out and slept, whilst also thinking about everything. I was overstimulated and was growing more irritated at myself and my surroundings, I just wanted it to be over. Luckily it ended, and I went home. 20:40 comes and I want to go for a walk to clear my head, its been foggy all day, but I also know walking alone is dangerous for me. I get paranoid and am more prone to hallucinations. Nonetheless, I took the walk. I sang no surprises out loud multiple times with my headphones in and just kept walking around the lake. I spotted multiple bunnies and crouched to watch them, looking at how they chew the grass. I couldnt get close, but I do have a poor picture of a baby bunny that I will attach. It was peaceful yet jarring, since when I left my house immediately I saw figures in a parked car staring at me, it made me want to run. Their faces looked distorted, I didnt know if it was real or not. Looking back, probably not. Because of that, I sensed that I was being watched and could not enjoy my walk. As soon as I started singing, all of that went away. It was just me and the song against the atmosphere, and that is when I lost track of time. I had been aimlessly walking for about an hour and my dad called, angry. He said I wasnt supposed to be out past 25 minutes, which was true. I walked back home and that was that. I don’t think I want to do it again, but there was a moment where things fell serene. Now I am here writing this, wondering when I will fall asleep since the olanzapine isn’t as sedating as latuda, at least for me, I’m able to stay up for way longer.

#psychosis #schizophrenia #actually psychotic #schizoaffective

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jonathantaylorthomas · 1 year ago

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Hollywood heritage...

latimes.com/sports/nfl/la-sp-chiefs-andy-reid-20181113-story.html

Andy Reid draws from California roots, and now brings his masterpiece of a Chiefs offense to face the Rams in L.A.

Kansas City Chiefs head coach Andy Reid grew up in Los Angeles and has frozen Tommy’s burgers flown to Kansas City. They’re “good for your joints — the grease. Keeps you lubed up, man,” he says.

(David Richard / Associated Press)

BY SAM FARMER

STAFF WRITER

NOV. 13, 2018 4:40 PM PT

Reporting from kansas city —

Every so often, the artist comes out in Andy Reid.

It has nothing to do with coaching, instead those times when he puts pen to paper and allows his mind to wander.

“One time when we were talking on the phone, and he was telling me how much he remembered about when we were growing up,” said his brother, Reg, nine years older than Andy. “While we were talking, he sketched a picture of me, then emailed it. It’s just a sketch of my head, but it’s pretty realistic.”

Fans of the Kansas City Chiefs have a deep appreciation for Reid’s creativity. He draws up the offense for one the NFL’s hottest teams; finds new ways to harness the spectacular talent of quarterback Patrick Mahomes. Even now, in his 20th season as an NFL head coach, Reid remains a pigskin Picasso.

That figures. His dad, Walter, did jaw-dropping work as a scenic artist in Hollywood, creating backgrounds and props for film, television and stage production.

“My dad worked on all the Broadway plays that would come to the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion,” said Reid, 60, sitting behind his desk at Chiefs headquarters. “They had these huge backdrops they’d lower from the second floor, whether it was ‘Annie Get Your Gun,’ or ‘The Wiz’ back in the day. My dad went down and worked on ‘Hair.’ It was unbelievable. You’d stand up there and look over the edge, and if you took a wrong step, you’d go down like a mile.”

The Chiefs too have reached toe-tingling heights. They’re 9-1 heading into Monday night’s game against the 9-1 Rams at the Coliseum, moved there by the NFL on Tuesday when field conditions in Mexico City became unsatisfactory. On paper, at least, it would have been the most compelling international game the league has staged. Now it will be the Rams’ first Monday night home game at the Coliseum since Nov. 19, 1979, when 54,097 watched a 20-14 victory over Atlanta.

Reid has been in plenty of huge games throughout the course of his career, including coaching Green Bay’s offensive line when the Packers won the Super Bowl in the 1996 season. Reid coached Philadelphia from 1999-2012, led the Eagles to five NFC title games and a Super Bowl, then took over in Kansas City in 2013.

There’s still a lot of Los Angeles in Reid, who grew up on Holly Knoll Drive, just around the corner from John Marshall High, his alma mater, and Walt Disney’s first California home. Reid still eats Tommy’s burgers, and not just when he’s at his offseason home in Capistrano Beach. He has frozen ones delivered by mail.

“I love those things,” he said. “It’s good for your joints — the grease. Keeps you lubed up, man.”

Comically gruff and unrevealing with the media, Reid is beloved by his players, who refer to him as “Big Red,” his hair color at an earlier age.

“He’s actually more funny than you would think,” running back Spencer Ware said. “Most people think of him as just serious. I can kind of relate to him because I always kind of have a serious look on my face and people think that I might be mean mugging. Maybe I’m joking around. So I can kind of relate to Big Red in that area.”

Reid might show his lighter side to his players, but he also gets to the point. They appreciate that.

“The biggest thing is he treats us well, treats us with respect,” tackle Mitchell Schwartz said. “I know he’s got a hard training camp and practices are long and all that. But we don’t have 20-minute meetings every day with rah-rah speeches. It’s just, ‘These are the goals, these are the expectations. Now, it’s on you to go do them.’ So he doesn’t have to be up there every day trying to get us to work hard.”

Reid, a onetime offensive tackle at Glendale College and Brigham Young University, developed his work ethic at an early age. His mother, Elizabeth, was a radiologist, and his father got him occasional work in the entertainment industry. Once, young Andy got a job serving food in the green room of a popular TV talk show, and his rule-following ways clashed with one of Hollywood’s biggest stars.

“I’m not sure whether it was the Merv Griffin or the Johnny Carson show,” he said. “But they put me in charge of dishing out the sweet-and-sour meatballs — they were unbelievable — and I was told I could only give three of them out to people.

“You name it, all of Hollywood would come through those shows. I knew all the athletes, so if it was Wilt Chamberlain or one of those guys, they’d get as many meatballs as they wanted.”

But when John Wayne asked for more than three, the kid had to break the bad news.

“I found out later he was a great athlete,” Reid lamented. “Maybe I should have given him a few more meatballs.”

Reid was enormous for his age. There’s a hilarious video clip of him in a Punt, Pass and Kick competition in the early 1970s. He’s a 12-year-old man-child in a Rams uniform, with a line of kids behind him no taller than his beltline.

“The kid behind me was 8,” Reid is quick to note. “I was like 12 or 13.”

Whatever. The YouTube video leaves his players doubled over.

“Damn, that boy was huge,” Chiefs receiver Tyreek Hill said. “He’s the size of Justin Houston.”

Well, maybe Reid wasn’t the size of that 6-foot-3, 258-pound Kansas City outside linebacker, but he was big enough that when he was a waterboy at Marshall, some of the varsity players asked him why he didn’t join the team.

“Mike Haynes was between my brother and me,” recalled Reid, referring to the future Hall of Fame defensive back. “He and his buddies were riding me, ‘How come you’re so big and don’t play?’ I said, ‘Listen, I’m in sixth grade.’

“They go, ‘No way!’ It’s like, I’ve been doing this waterboy thing longer than you guys have been around. I’m like the professional waterboy.”

Haynes recalls that, and more.

“I remember that when our kicker would kick the ball through the uprights, our field was so small that the ball would leave the school property and go across the street,” he said. “Andy would go get the ball and bring it back. He’d wear his youth football outfit.”

Nowadays, Reid wears shorts to practice, even when the temperature drops below freezing. He’s spent most of his adult life in cold-weather cities and is hardy like that, an artist whose medium is now Xs and O’s, a Southern Californian in spirit only.

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currentlyfckingurmom · 1 year ago

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Her Song part 20

FIVE YEARS AGO

I walk through the halls of my childhood home with my head held down. I know that both of my parents are in the living room. I'm dreading this conversation, but I know I don't have a choice. This isn't just about me anymore.

I walk into the living room and they barely pay me any attention as I stand anxiously in front of the couch upon which they sit.

"Mom? Dad? We need to talk," I finally say, swallowing thickly as they gaze at me with anxious curiosity.

"About what?" my mom asks.

"A few weeks ago, s-something happened and I didn't know how to tell you, but Mark Lucas...he, um, he did...things to me. I've been feeling sick lately so I took a test and...I'm pregnant."

It's silent for a minute. I can see the anger swelling on my parents' faces. For just a flicker of a moment, I stupidly believe they're angry at Mark for what he's done to me.

"You had sex with Mark Lucas? God, Y/N, I thought we raised you better than this," my moms spits with disgust. "You're too young for this. And now you're knocked up. I'm calling the doctor in the morning and we're going to get rid of this mistake of yours as soon as possible."

My eyebrows furrow in confusion as tears well in my eyes. "What? Mom, I didn't have sex with him-"

"Oh really? Because I'm pretty sure that's how a girl gets pregnant. By whoring herself out to the star football player," my mom yells. The vein is popping out of her neck. My dad remains silent.

"No, you aren't listening to me," I sob. "I didn't have sex with him. He- he made me do it, Mom. Dad," I pleaded. "You have to believe me, please."

They stare at me in silence. My mother's face has been taken over by a foreign expression of disgust. My father clenches his jaw. I can't tell what he's thinking.

"Quit lying, Y/N. If you're old enough to have sex, then you're old enough to own up to your mistakes instead of blaming them on someone else. I mean, rape? Did you honestly think that you could get away with accusing the town's golden boy of rape? First I find out you're a slut and now I find out that you're just a fucking idiot," my mother mutters.

"Mom," my voice cracks, shaking my head in shock at her words. "I promise I didn't have sex with him. He made me. I don't even- I don't even like guys that way. I like girls. Mom, Dad, please, you have to believe me," I beg, my chest shaking with sobs.

My father scoffs. It's the first time he's really reacted, and my eyes are instantly glued to him to see what happens. "So first you're sleeping with jocks like a whore, then you're pregnant, and now you're a dyke? What the fuck are you trying to do, Y/N? You're going to tear this family apart," my father snaps.

"Pack your bags and get out," my mother instructs coldly.

"What?" I breathe.

"Pack your bags and get out. You're no longer welcome under my roof. I won't have you ruining my reputation in this town. If you figure out how to stop lying and repent for your sins, maybe we'll consider letting you come back," she finishes

I stand there, frozen in place. This can't be happening right now. I look to my dad for help, but his eyes look just as hateful. I spin on my heels and run up to my room to pack my bags.

I'm out of the house within twenty minutes. I get in my cheap 1982 Chevy and drive to the edge of town. Sitting on the tailgate, I watch as the sun slowly disappears behind the trees.

"I guess it's just you and me now, huh?" I whisper to the little life growing inside my belly. "But that's okay. We don't need those assholes. I'll take care of you, you little Satanist. I promise. I'll keep you safe."

PRESENT DAY

"Get the fuck out. I don't want you around my kid."

"What? Y/N, don't be ridiculous. I'm your father," he tries to convince me.

"Not anymore. I'm done. I already have all the family I need."

"My flight doesn't leave until Saturday," he scoffs.

"So stay at a hotel. It's gotta be easier than trying to find an apartment at 16," I snap. "Pack up and get out. You have fifteen minutes."

I head to Syd's room and close the door behind me, leaning against it and taking a deep breath.

"You didn't want me to know about my dad, did you?" Syd asks quietly. I sigh and sit on the floor next to her.

"I...It's complicated, honey. But no, I didn't plan on telling you about him. He wasn't a good person."

"Did you love him?"

"No. I didn't."

"Well, that's okay. We don't need him," she states. "As long as we have each other, we'll be okay."

"Yeah, we'll be just fine," I sniffle quietly. "I'll always take care of you, you little Satanist. I'll keep you safe."

"I'll keep you safe too, Momma. Is Grandpa going to leave?"

"Yeah, baby, he is. Are you upset?"

She hesitates, thinking it over. "No. He's fun, but he makes you sad, and I don't like when you're sad."

I let out a watery laugh, silent tears now flowing freely down my face. Syd notices and frowns, crawling into my lap. She wipes the tears off my cheeks and kisses my forehead, the same way I've always done it for her.

"Don't cry, Momma. We'll be okay."

"I love you, Sydney. You know that, right?"

"I know. I love you too, Momma."

#florence pugh x reader #florence pugh

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jaspertheabsol · 9 months ago

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!Eeveelution Explore Beyond your Limits!

Chapter 1 [Unfortunate Events]

Laz would jump onto my stomach with a kick waking me up and sit on me as he gave out a whine,

"Mikey!!! Wake uppp I'm hungry..!"

I'll pull on my blanket to cover myself as much I could, but he's on it and pulls it away from me,

"Do it yourself.."

This is Laz my older brother who is still a Eevee and I'm Mike a evolved Eevee to a Glaceon.

"But but when you make food it turns out better than the stuff I make."

He would say getting off me and just watches me. I'll sigh and get out my bed getting on all fours and begin to stretch

"Alright I'll head downstairs in a second, wake our step sister up and don't hold back for deciding on shocking me awake with a hug."

He would salute and happily waddles towards her room as I get ready myself grabbing a near by scarf that has stitches and new patches and holds it close,

"Morning Dad and Mom, rest easily for me I'll take care of them don't force yourself."

As I am heading downstairs I hear a shock of something and rush downstairs faster and peek inside the dining table where Laz runs towards me and uses me as cover as a pissed off Jolteon glares him down,

"Wh-what is going on??"

I say trying to shield him from her.

"Hmph!! This little perv goes to my room and sucker punches me in the gut and I am chasing his ass down!"

Meet Karen, very short tempered Jolteon who is my step-sister she is sweet and understanding under all that toughness though!

"But but Mikey said to do the same thing, because you shocked him for a minute straight ina hug!!"

He says as Karen glares up at me.

"I never said th—"

!!BOOM!!

I get punched on the side of my face as I was about to turn to face Mike, a good punch by my step-sister making me fall on my face and get fainted.

[In the past]

At the same moment time being fainted, I would dream that day on a winter my parents are trying to keep me warm and keep me close in a small destroyed cavern that was a home, as we wait for the heaviest known storm to our island passes. There fur has changed color and skin too, unfortunately my dad was a Flareon and keeping us warm was getting harder and more exhausting for him. My Mom being a Sylveon didn't help either, her ribbons were solid and she couldn't force em out anymore a ice bowtie was all she had left.

"Wh-wh-what are we gonna do??"

My mom cried out towards my dad.

"W-we-we have to force him to evolve or-or he dies."

My dad knew the common grounds where a clear ice block would always form which was perfect for a eevee to evolve, but how can they take me if they can't move themselves. Rescue team is on the way, though it's been a few hours and probably are lost.

"We-we have to let go of him."

My dad explained, but my mom eyes widen and argued the idea.

"Your insane! he'll die! Out there!! We can wait for the res—"

My dad would've argued, but stared at her a expression he should be crying though nothing came.

"We are both done for, think Honey. I know where it is and he's a good listener with information."

He turns me to him and begins explaining where to go,

"Mike I want you to run straight down as much you could to 20 seconds like.. 1 second like that okay? After that turn a hard right and you might see a entrance shape of a cave by 2 trees. Run full throttle and find a see through ice block and touch it you'll evolve."

He finished with a smile and grabs his scarf and wraps it around my face and neck.

"We'll be here waiting for you, you'll feel better when you evolve, we can bare our own here!"

Dad uses his last bits of energy to warm me up again with Ember one last time and they set me on my way. I would immediately start doing what he told me to do I know they could handle it, they are top adventures after all!

I would stop counting making it to 20 and look around, but it's hard to see the 2 trees. It took abit of time and eventually I find it, but I have to hurry and the cold is starting to hit again. Where is the rescue team, why are they taking forever, we aren't far. I shake my head, I still haven't been able to talk so I can't trust them if they can't even hear a peep from me and continue until I eventually find the ice block. My body finally goes out and I collapse just seeing the ice block, what's going on??? You can't give out like that, your family is believing in you. I tell myself ask I keep dragging my body that is beginning to freeze up again and this time it is starting to stiff and harden, no no no!! C'mon Dad believes you!!! MOM BELIEVES YOU!! I whimper as I start to lose conscious, eventually slapping the ice and begins to evolve brightly enough for the rescue team screams and siren were heard before I blank out.

"Hey kid are you alive?" A voice calls out to me.

"Hmmm. Let me try something."

My body starts to slowly build up with warmth and that warmth becomes into a burn which jolts me up awake,

"Wh-wha where am I??"

"You are in a temporary camp site for the rescue team" a pokèmom said.

"My name is Mike, I'm surprised I can talk right now." I say trying to regain my thoughts and stay warm by the fire type pokèmom, which as far I know by reading the news paper this is..

"Pleasure to meet you I'm Alex or as some people would high rank Pyro the Arcanine"

he said proudly as he smiled at me. Then it clicked to me, what I was forgetting.

"MY PARENTS! THEY STILL ALIVE!" I yell remembering and start to panic hoping they aren't gone yet.

"Let's go squad, you know the way right kiddo?"

I would nod and stand up feeling warmer not even that cold for being a Glaceon, as we head towards the direction of my home.

The cavern cave in, I began to dig with my paws. The Rescue team trying to help out, but others didn't knowing the truth.

"Mom! Dad! I'm back I evolved and I'm here to save you with the Rescue Team!"

I say hoping they'll be proud to hear my voice, as I make a entrance go inside as the smile I once had go pale. Everyone would go inside one by one, but saw the most disturbing thing they'll ever see in their careers. No one wanted to get close to Mike, they knew right away he needed the silence. The sound of the storm hurling down hard was all they were going to hear, but it wasn't enough to unsee two pokèmom hold each other close who froze to death and the only family member left alive staring at them with tears pouring down his eyes as he is in denial he says.

"M-Mom? Dad?"

[End of the past]

(I'm not good at writing, but I don't mind trying to do it as a fun side hobby. I hope my writing is understandable haha

More to come :3)

#pokemon #parody #adventures #writers on tumblr

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crimsonblackrose · 1 year ago

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Hey kidnappers, want to know what I’m doing? Bet you can’t guess. Making a Molotov cocktail. Scott, honey, why would you tell them that?

“i’m going to turn this overstuff whore house into the biggest campfire you’ve ever seen.” Scott, what? 🤣

Throws alcohol on the guy who shows up to stop him “I lied”

Look at you Scott, rescuing yourself. Jeez the amount of times your family writes you off as dead and you’re like so...resourceful.

“I did it” Omg this lil baby. All he had to do was get outside and they’ll leave him alone now because he’s not on the consulate soil. He’s so proud of himself. Good job.

“I’m back on American soil now. See you around!” waves at them and just walks off.

I believe someone just called to say “Hey your son rescued himself”

In a proud awed tone “Gentleman, my son has escaped”

There’s 20 minutes left. I know Scott, he’s not going to let that guy kill the adoptive dad he has that actually cares about him.

I was right! “I wanna go back”

Kay: Honey, you’re a musician. Scott: I’m not losing another person I love. (Oof, his girlfriend did die in his arms)

These two are fascinating. “Father died, we lost the apartment, our parents were evicted, our little sister was kicked out of school, but she sent this with me to give you and she married a plumber”

“Why did you leave? We’re brothers”

ngl all i can think of is that @cookietastic must love this episode because of all the smoke, this guy is constantly smoking)

Mickey: Hey Scott proud AF of you for escaping on your own and coming back. Nice to see you.

“For the next 12 hours you belong to them, gentleman he’s all yours” Could you have worded that any other way? Any other way at all huh?

They’re taking hazing the new guy seriously by just yelling at him.

Aw they built a thing and are having him run through it with them to practice.

They make it sound like they’re bullying him, but really they’re trying to make sure he doesn’t die.

His dad arrived and started lecturing so our boy took a nap.

Aww both he and Mickey went up to tell Robert that it’ll be okay, Scott’s doing okay in the training, better than they thought he would. “He’s got talent”

How you normally sleep, hugging your hat to your chest. 🤣

After all these seasons, we see some affection? While Scott’s asleep?! (Robert gently brushed the lock of hair from Scott’s forehead) 😭😭😭😭 I’ve been waiting for so long.

“he’s my little boy”

“And mine” (robert)

Her face when he said that, like shocked and then nodding. “Yes, yes he is.” 🤣 Glad we’re all on the same page that ya’ll suck as parents. OMG ROBERT SAID THE QUIET PART OUT LOUD

“Strange we’re still parents, despite all our efforts to the contrary” ROBERT!

He’s all dressed up and ready to go. It...almost looks like he’s wearing eye masks, like he doing an at home spa. 🤣

“What are you doing here?”

Uh...they’re here to rescue you bud.

Oh no, not another martyr. Damn, everyone who truly loves Scott does this.

I’m so sorry Scott. Every damn time. His girlfriend had a higher cause that she sacrified her life for and his teacher decided he had an important cause to sacrifice his life for as well.

Baby’s first murder?

Yup. Baby’s first murder. They uh...his dad tried to avoid that. By giving him a gun with darts, and instead he picked up a gun with bullets.

The wind and his hair.

Control: I know you just murdered a guy, but you did a good job, you did the right thing. Scott: Horror so much horror.

Two parents, picking up their son from his first spy mission after he murdered a guy. Scott, probably having waited since he was in preschool for both his parents to pick him up from something. I’d also like to lodge a complaint. There was a partial angle shot of Robert embracing Scott, it was a bad angle, and it was quickly cut away to him standing at a distance. Which makes me think, there were probably more scenes throughout this series of Scott and Robert interacting and some editor was like no, that’s too mushy, we’re cutting all comfort between these two out. And I’ve got a bone to pick with whoever made that decision, and I’d also like to see all those scenes.

#mumbling about shows

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Tell me about computers

WELL ILL START WITT TALKING ABOUT MINE ANDSEE WHERE IT GETS ME

rn im typi ng on one of my laptops, a macbook from 2012 named Barnaby, who was much harder to repair than many of my other laptops, which all had issuese with being too slow (i just reset them), barnaby had a blinking question mark symbol on boot, whcih means that there was no system found, and that was because it wasnt detecting the hard drive, because the cable had decayed, which is a common issue for 2012 macbooks pro's. This was the sole reason my dad replaced barnaby with his new laptop, as he could not find a fixfor his issue, after hours of searching. During a power outage i looked it up and found a fix. I then found the model number of the broken part, and borrowed my dad's card to order a replacement. He then decided that i can have this laptop, becasue due to issues with the third party hard drive contained within, there was an issue with the system being unable to read the drive occaisonally after startup. It usually goes away after a couple minutes, but its vry inconvinient, espicially with how sensitive the drop sensor within is, but its a worthy compromise for a laptop with a good amount of processing power, a better battery life than my other mac, Grace (more on her later), and practically every port known to man, as well as a disc drive. Not to mention the fact that Barnaby has been to many, many countries. Okay, onto Grace now. Grace is also a 2012 Macbook, however this time a macbook air. My mum used to run her whole buisness from it, and due to that, when apple decided to stop updating those laptops, she immeadiatly bansihed grace to the cupboard, as a "spare" aka "i dont want my kid taking this laptop i think they have eniugh". Of couse i found her whilst trying to find a 20 dollar note, and cleaned her up, both internally and externally. Theres not really much more to say, i used her as a replacement chromebook for a while, becuase i got sick of chromebooks, and wanted to use spotify, but by the end of the schol year i was getting pretty tired of the broken K and L keys. I have a chromebook, and a microsoft surce which my brother took the charger for and never gave back. Finally, i have my pride and joy, my main computer, Charlotte. She has a top of the line CPU from 2015, a disk drive, 2,4 ghz internet support, a dedicated graphics unit, fans tgat can spn upward of 1000 RPM, and of course, a disk drive. Me and my dad built her together when i was 5, and then i started playing minecraft. My dad then tought me how to install minecraft mods, and i was off. I quickly caught onto hwo to use the windows file explorer, and am now better at using windows than my own dad! Charlotte and barnaby are my main two, one for bringing to school (even though its like 3 kilos) and one that stays at home.

I have reread none of what i just typed, and liely sound insane, This was fun tho!

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cashthecomposer · 2 years ago

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Congratulations on the musical and good luck with the production! How much work was it? What was your previous hardest thing you've made?

Thank you! It's been years in the making, I'm excited to finally be at the finish line. Explaining how much work it is is kind of tough, because there's different levels to the answer. And the second question, well, we'll get to that.

I started a stopwatch when I started writing back in May, running it only while I was actively writing, and stopping when I finished the first draft of the words and music. That was just over 1,000 hours, almost to the minute. Since then, I haven't kept a stopwatch, but I've kept working, on things like reorchestration, formatting, bowings and suggested fingerings for difficult passages (like nearly a page worth of harmonics and artificial harmonics), not to mention logistical things like coordination with the director, recruiting actors (which involved a lot more rice than you'd think), and practicing my part since I'm playing Mary in the workshops.

However, the idea has existed for about 7 years. Just before the 200th anniversary of Frankenstein in 2016, my dad had this idea for a musical. I have done research sporadically over the years, written lines (the opening line of the 11 o'clock number was the first thing I wrote for the whole show, back in October of 2015), etc. My research file is about 120 pages of my writing, plus excerpts from about 20 different published works by about a dozen different authors.

I couldn't have done any of this without my training, though. I started composing back in 2000, before I even finished kindergarten. I used to write down melodies during naptime. I started actually writing full pieces in high school (often during computer programming class), in about 2009 I want to say. I didn't have formal instruction in composition until 2013, when I went to the Brevard Music Institute for it, studying with Robert Aldridge and David Dzubay. I then earned a Bachelor's of Music in Composition at Converse College, where I studied primarily with Dr Scott Robbins, in 2017.

I started studying music in general with the violin when I was 2 years old, with the Suzuki method. I started studying under the Galamian method in about 2008, and continued that through college, with either teachers trained by teachers trained by Galamian, or with first generation Galamian students like the wonderful Sarah Johnson, who taught me while I was at Converse. She was actually one of the big reasons I went there. I then returned home and ended up pursuing my graduate studies under the tutelage of primarily Lee Chin Siow and secondarily Yuriy Bekker, finishing during the pandemic, culminating in a solo recital consisting of Bach, Paganini, and Ysaye.

I first played in a pit orchestra for Singing in the Rain, in 2013. I have since played in I don't even know how many productions of both musical theatre and opera, at every level (amateur, community, college, and professional) and I can't help but blur the lines between the two. Honestly, playing in the pit gave me more awareness and experience than you could possibly imagine, that translated a lot to my composition of the show.

Sorry for such a long answer to your first question. Now the second!

Quantifying 'hardest' is, in a word, relative. I would say that the hardest thing I ever did objectively speaking was either learn to jump rope (it took little disabled 4 year old me a year of daily practice to learn), or to play twinkle (I was 2 when I started, it took me almost 2 years). But in retrospect, both of those things seem laughably trivial now.

Actually, every answer I could give seems laughably trivial now. College was fine, even my math degree, grad school was hard but I did it. Yeah I got kicked out of high school (that's a whole thing) but I was enrolled in a new school in a week and graduated with honors. I've written musicals before, but they fizzled into nothingness. I've learned pieces that were hard while I was learning them, but now they're in my back pocket.

This musical is just a whole new level for me. I wrote it after two things happened: one externally, and one internally. I suffered a great trauma that will impact my life for its paltry remainder, and in surviving that, I had a moment of clarity, or maturity, or something along those lines. I realized I was finally ready to write this, my magnum opus.

I didn't just write a musical. I wrote a musical while rebuilding my body, rebuilding my mind, and rebuilding my life. I'm still not whole. I may never be whole. I'm waiting on a settlement that, let's be honest, won't help fill the void no matter how much it is. My vision is permanently bad now, my concussion has left permanent marks on my brain in a very physical sense, I'm still in physical therapy, I struggle to eat solid foods because of the pain, I may never ride a bike again, etc.

So 'hardest' is a really, really high bar for me. Nothing in my life in the past seems nearly as difficult. The most difficult piece I ever learned is either Ysaye 2, Shosty violin concerto, or Paganini concerto 1, but all of those feel easy now that I know them. I have written three major musical projects before that involved musical theatre, but again, none of them were of this magnitude and they will never see the light of day. I've written drafts of books that will never be read, symphonies that will never be heard, painted portraits that will live in my attic until I die. Wow I have a lot of free time.

I'm sure that once this musical is done and I'm on to my next, my perception will change again. But for now, there's no comparison.

Thank you for the chance for introspection. I really appreciate it, you made me think!

Cash

#personal #ask me about my musical #diodati #musical theatre #musical theater #musical #my musical #musicals #me #tw: trauma #tw: car accident #tw: car crash

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