#just 23 weeks (barfs)

[elegyofthemoon]

day 3 went from "its soooo over" to "LETS FUCKING GOOOOOO"

not that i have a schedule but i am proud that i am fighting against anxiety by shoving myself into situations to get some work done

[maccreadysbaby]

A Hundred Ways to Become a Wayne

batfamily + oc insert

tw: none

wanna read more? here’s the table of contents!

want to read the first fic in the hundred days series so you understand what’s going on here? here it is!

the name for this chapter in my notes was “bentley hates having feelings but he loves having jason” yes it’s short but it’s setting up for the next more intense ones :) also the title of this chapter is totally foreshadowing

part thirty-two

❝ DROWNING ❞

SUNDAY — AUGUST 23 — 6:51PM

THE WAYNE HOUSEHOLD WAS SO COMPLETELY SCREWED UP THAT BENTLEY ALMOST DIDN’T RECOGNIZE IT ANYMORE.

Over the past five days since he’d arrived back at the Manor, he’d done a whole lot of nothing. Most of his days had been spent in the den with Dick, watching old movies cuddled up on the couch. Dick hadn’t as much as let Bentley out of his sight since he returned home — he’d even been spending the night on the foot of Bentley’s bed. He didn’t mind. Dick still hadn’t talked, but Bentley didn’t mind that, either — because he was home. If he and Dick weren’t in the den, then the could be found in the library, listening to Jason read. They were working their way through The Outsiders again. 

Jason had been having nightmares. Bad ones — ones where Bentley could hear him screaming from down the hall in the middle of the night. Dick was usually the one to get up from Bentley’s bed and hurry to his aid, quickly followed by Bruce. Bentley could only imagine what he was dreaming about — if he had to guess, he knew what it was.

While Jason had been more consistently present than ever, Tim had been practically nonexistent. He was holed up in his bedroom, where Bruce, Alfred, Steph, and Cass had been going in and out of for days. Bentley wasn’t even sure if he’d seen Tim’s face since he got home. He wished he could do something to help — at least before he left he could hold a barf bucket. Now he just sort of felt useless, but he’d rather be useless than annoying. Right?

Damian had more or less resigned to his bedroom, as well. Bruce went in and out often. Bentley could hear Damian talk and had seen him through the doorway on a couple of occasions — he seemed okay, as in, not bedridden. Bentley wasn’t so sure about how okay the rest of him was. Since they were graced with rooms only one wall apart, Bentley had heard him tell Bruce to leave and close him out several times without any more words.

Duke had, very reluctantly, started going back to school, only because his SAT was coming that week. Bentley thought there couldn’t be a worse week for the big test he’d been studying for for months — he was stressed out about his family and the test, now. Bentley hadn’t even considered going back to school. Especially without Nico and Asten.

To top it all off, Bruce was running himself rampant. Bentley knew it. Dick knew it. Alfred knew it. Everybody knew it — the Batman ping-ponging back and forth and back and forth and back and forth all day long. From Dick and Bentley, to Tim, to Damian, to Duke, to Jason, back to Tim, to Bentley and Dick, to try again with Damian, to Cass, to Duke, to Steph, to Tim, to Jason, to knock on Damian’s door, to bring Tim some water, to ask how Bentley was doing, to see if Duke needed help studying — Bentley didn’t think Bruce had slept or even sat down since they’d left the cave.

Patrol was nonexistent, everyone was struggling, and Bentley had only really seen two out of eight Wayne kids in the past five days.

And all of it was happening because of him.

To say he was drowning in guilt was an understatement. It felt more like he was becoming it. Like if someone looked up guilt in a dictionary, his picture would be on the page. It was so bad he couldn’t seem to think, to breathe. Like it was tearing him apart.

Asten and Nico hadn’t texted much since Bentley had returned home — only enough to let him know that Asten had told Titus about his parents' deaths, and that the three of them were staying at Asten’s apartment for now. He was instructed to delete the messages right after; they didn’t want anyone to know they weren’t missing anymore.

Bruce had gone about telling Bentley they were missing, too, a few days after he got home, which he had to fake a reaction to. (Not that his crying was fake, he had plenty to cry about.) All it did was make the list of things that he felt bad about longer.

And to make everything just a pinch worse, Dick had gone back to Bludhaven that very day. So Bentley was holed up in the library with Jason instead.

“I was trembling. A pain was growing in my throat and I wanted to cry, but greasers don't cry in front of strangers. Some of us never cry at all. Like Dally and Two-Bit and Tim Shepard--- they forgot how at an early age. Johnny crippled for life? I'm dreaming, I thought in panic, I'm dreaming,”

Bentley wished he were dreaming just like Ponyboy wished he were dreaming. He wished he would just wake up on the day after last Christmas and live a happy, normal life with the Waynes. No supervillains, no monsters, no trouble, no problems for him to cause. Just life — like it used to be. Life before they knew he was a traitor and just thought he was a kid from the street. 

Bentley was coiled on one end of the long library couch, knees pulled up to his chest and arms wrapped around them, red hair in a mess on his head. Jason was on the other end, hardcover in hand, reading ever so softly.

Bentley breathed in, brushing a hand through his red hair. Everything was wrong.

“Hey, Jason?” His voice was so quiet it broke off at the end, making it sound more like he’d said Jay than Jason. But he didn’t seem to care all that much.

“Yeah?” He saw Jason’s head turn in his peripheral, deep blue eyes coming to rest on the side of Bentley’s head.

Bentley tapped his fingers on his knees. “Do you think Ponyboy’s life ever went back to normal? After Johnny and Dally died?”

Jason looked over at him, letting the book rest on his lap with a deep breath in and out. His eyes drifted away.

“I’m sure it did, kid,”

A moment of silence passed.

“Do you think ours will? After all of this?” Bentley questioned softly, shaking his head. The familiar sting of tears came but he used all of his willpower to force it away.

Jason scanned him quietly, calculatively.

“I… can’t say our lives have ever been very normal, but… yeah. I do,” Jason replied, deep blue eyes dancing across Bentley’s face. “Everything’s gonna be alright, kid.”

Bentley sighed deeply, shrinking further into himself. “Maybe it would be better if Bruce got rid of me.”

“What?” Jason questioned suddenly, closing the book and laying it aside, a faintly alarmed expression creeping across his features. “What’re you talking about, kid?”

“Everything’s gone wrong since I got here. It was all fine before,” Bentley replied with a huff. “The only thing that changed here was me.”

He heard Jason sigh, then shift toward him on the couch. “None of this is your fault, kid.”

If only Jason knew the truth — that it quite literally all was.

Bentley felt something forming in his throat, and he looked away. “It is.”

Jason moved closer to him again. “How are supervillains ransacking Gotham your fault? How is you getting kidnapped your fault?”

Bentley felt a familiar feeling — the intense urge to spill the whole truth, the urge that he always felt before the Wayne’s knew about his dad. But he couldn’t, Asten told him not to. He shouldn’t. Right? He should respect Asten’s wishes. Right? 

“I can’t tell you,” He finally whispered, hiding his face away in his knees. “I can’t tell you...”

He heard Jason huff. “Look, kid, if… if someone threatened you to keep you quiet, they aren’t going to get to you again. Promise.”

Bentley shook his head, pressing his knees into his eye sockets to keep the tears inside. “No one threatened me. I just… I can’t tell you.” But I want to tell you so bad. 

“Bentley-“

“I feel like I’m drowning,” He piped up suddenly, eyes burning spectacularly. “Like I can’t… I can’t move, I can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t hear, can’t see, can’t-“

“Hey, hey,” Jason was suddenly right next to him, and there was a warm hand on his back. “Just breathe, kid. Everything’s going to be okay.”

“I’m so tired of feeling like this all of the time,” Bentley said with a pitiful hiccup that sounded almost wheezy. “I’m always so scared. It feels like I’ll never be happy again.”

There was a moment of silence. 

“I’ve felt like that, too,”

Bentley pulled his head from his lap just far enough to look up at Jason. He was peering at him with his deep blue eyes, white streak hanging down over his forehead, his hand still resting on Bentley’s back.

“Like everything was so bad there was no way it could get better. Like I was just… ruined… and would always be that way,”

Bentley said nothing, but took a shaky breath, forcing the tears to stay inside. Jason breathed in, too.

“When I came back, kid, I was a wreck,” Jason explained quietly. “I was a different person. I felt betrayed, and angry, and hopeless and full of rage, but at the same time I was so… broken. Like I was lost, just someone else trapped in Jason Todd’s body, not the Jason everyone wanted back. So I spiraled. Hard. I hurt people. And I didn’t let anyone help me. I didn’t let myself get help because I felt so… worthless. Empty.”

Bentley said nothing.

“For a long time I kept trying to fix myself. To do it all alone. Because I was scared to let anyone else close enough to see that I was tearing myself apart,” Jason explained quietly, shifting uncomfortably on the couch. “I won’t get into the details, for your sake, kid, but… it took me finding myself only inches from death again to realize that I needed help.”

A moment of silence passed. 

“I want you to know that anyone here will listen to you. I had to teach myself that. I’m still learning it,” Jason sighed, rubbing Bentley’s back a little. “And they’ll be here for you even if you don’t want to talk. You’re not alone.”

Bentley breathed in deep. “I feel alone.”

“You’re not,” Jason said surely. “You’re never really alone, kid. You just have to reach for somebody.”

Who in the world should Bentley reach for when he couldn’t tell them anything? If he told them, they’d hate him. He’d get in so much trouble.

Just like he had done to Bruce all those months ago, after his first nightmare in the Manor, he moved his hand slowly and carefully until he was holding onto the sleeve of Jason’s black hoodie.

Maybe he’d understand that Bentley was reaching for him.

—

Nico and Asten were ‘found’ seven hours later, by returning to Nico’s house.

Bentley hadn’t had to speak to the police — Bruce made sure of that. But Asten and Nico did. Asten said they both played the amnesiac card; which meant they told the cops they couldn’t remember anything. Lied to them. Which Bentley understood, he guessed — he wasn’t much for talking about all of that either. Plus, Asten said Nico cried the whole time and had a well-timed asthma attack, so it made it pretty believable.

Bruce woke Bentley up to tell him they were home. It wasn’t hard to summon a few tired, fake tears of relief, and it wasn’t hard to get Bruce to stay with him for the rest of the night (to ensure he got some sleep, but mostly because Bentley just wanted him to.)

When Dick was gone and Bruce was preoccupied with his other children for the night, a certain white-streaked Wayne found his way into Bentley’s room.

And for a while, with Jason around, Bentley’s life was okay.

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dedicated to @sassenashsworld 💚

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FanFriday #3: Why are these pairs so rare?

Ah! Happy (belated) third FanFriday, folks. How’s your week been? Mine’s been ordinary, but okay!

This week was tricky. Really tricky. The theme was meant to be “the best of the riders and their dragons”, with focus solely on Astrid, Fishlegs, and the twins with each of their dragons respectively.

The results felt… barbarically slim, actually.

This week’s post will include more than just fic recommendations under the cut.

This image seems accurate. Not only to canon itself, but also in the fandom. Toothless and Hiccup at the forefront and the others in the back.

At the time of this post (8/10/23) the numbers for the tags I tried exploring (otp: true, English) are as follows:

Astrid & Stormfly – 2 (1 ongoing)

Fishlegs & Meatlug – 0

Barf & Belch & Ruffnut & Tuffnut – 0

Additionally,

Heather & Windshear – 2 (1 incorrectly tagged)

Dagur & Shattermaster – 0

Dagur & Sleuther – 0

Spitelout & Kingstail – 0

Gustav & Fanghook – 0

Stoick the Vast & Skullcrusher – 1

And the results for other ships continue as such.

As a fic writer myself, I understand that most of the inspiration for things will tend to come from Hiccup and Toothless, as the MCs, and Hookfang and Snotlout because… well, it’s Hookfang and Snotlout. Doesn’t get much more inspirational than that.

But still, the fact that other dragon-rider duos have nothing (nothing that at least gives some focus to the tag which just seems to be bunched in with others) is quite astonishing. By statistics alone, they’re each considered to be a rarepair.

How peculiar.

And, so, I implore you all to take a step back and perhaps write that fic you wanted to write. Meatlug and Fishlegs? Twins and Barf & Belch? Doesn’t matter – the fandom’s side of the archive is in desperate need for it. All of it.

And with that, I’ll shut it and continue with this week’s scarce selection:

When Sleep Won’t Come by AHeartForStories — This fic is the only otp: true, Stormfly & Astrid result that was complete. The other, currently left incomplete, is in my marked for later. That being said, it’s very strange that this is the case. Though just because it appears to be the only result for this pair doesn’t make the scenario any less wonderful. Astrid has a nightmare and seeks comfort from Stormfly: simple, sweet. What a delightful read.

Please by AHeartForStories — This author seems to pump out so many fics, it seems, that they must be doing half the work for us, and I applaud them, because the ones that I have read, personally, are quite wrenching of emotion. This is a good example – this is one of two Heather and Windshear fics that had appeared in the search results I’d tried; one is incorrectly tagged (as otp: true, Heather & Windshear – it’s by far more Dagur & Heather based, the former duo hardly get much focus). In this fic, Heather stands during a heartbreaking performance as Ryker abuses Windshear to get to her. The end is relieving, and for a short, angsty one-shot with these guys I’d definitely point you in this fic’s direction!

Nothing Else Matters by sarahenany — This fic for some reason passed by my radar for the first FanFriday, but it’s a great fic (plus it helps pad out the list a bit to the three-fic minimum). It takes place during that disappointingly cut scene where Hookfang is struck with lightning in season six. It’s a “hidden scene”-type fic where we see Snotlout tend to Hookfang when he’s been downed. It’s a dazzling gem of a choice for these two, because they are so sweet as is. Definitely in my Top 10 so far.

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[moonrazeeclipse]

Day at the Amusement Park.

The last time I went to an amusement park was when I was 12 years-old. My memories have been mostly shaky, but what I can remember was the happiness and joy I felt with my mother and father.

It’s been tough for me to have fun these days. Being a 23 year-old working a typical nine-to-five shift made it difficult to have time for myself. Stressed about the quotas, the numbers, job stability, and everything else in between. Good sleep has eluded me for months.

Then I look at my girlfriend, Nicha, and my hope has never been brighter.

Ah, Nicha. Everyone else knew and recognized her as Minnie, but the closest to her called her by her real name. If I thought an average office job was a grindfest, then hers was a gauntlet. Idol life meant she had to be up as early as 3 A.M. and she’d run through several sets of makeup, practice, interviews, and appearances. During one of her off days she and her members visited my building while I just so happen to be on coffee break. One funny stare and the next thing I knew, we were hiding our relationship from the whole world.

No matter how exhausted she got, she kept that same positive, happy energy as if she had unlimited battery life. Each occasional glance as I drove to the old amusement park, she was beaming, singing along to the songs on the radio, like she were a child. This was one of her rare off days where they didn’t have any schedules, so maybe that’s the reason why she’s extra joyful too.

The park itself hadn’t changed much since I last visited all those years back. The entrance looked rusted and devoid of any life or color. There seemed to be way fewer people visiting as well. Nicha offered to take me to that newer park with those virtual reality simulators, but I turned it down with a chuckle, saying that I wasn’t making enough money to spend a day there. Regardless, we entered the place, her hand holding mine, dragging me with the brightest smile on her face.

Whatever she wanted to do, I followed along. Nicha ran ahead of me, acting like a child and not a famous, recognizable idol. Being around me must be freeing for her; she could be herself when I’m with her. None of the rides were renovated or refashioned, which gave me that nostalgic feel. Because there weren’t that many visitors, waiting only took less than ten minutes for each ride. Despite my motion sickness, I powered through the first roller coaster without a problem. The second one? I recalled hurling up minutes after getting off that one as a child. Nicha screamed her heart out on the first coaster, but was overcome by fear on the second. She leaned into my chest while I was fighting every urge not to puke mid-ride. I sought a barf bag once we got off, making her laugh.

“Ahaha! You look hilarious!” Nicha mocked.

“Why are you gloating? Don’t act like you were hiding your face on my chest.” I retorted. She blushed in embarrassment before pretending to run away. No matter how much she loved to make fun of me, I couldn’t get upset. Her wholesome smiles made her a great person to hang out with.

Walking along the park, we came across a row of booths. These booths offered challenges in exchange for prizes. Dad won me a basketball as a reward back then. Even with age, one of the game masters somehow recognized me by my eyes.

“Hey, hey! It’s been a long time! You’re all grown now!” He said, calling my attention.

“Oh, hey. How did you recognize my face?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“You have your father’s eyes, that’s why! How’s he doing?” He changed the subject.

“Umm, great I guess.” I honestly didn’t know how to answer, since I haven’t spoken to him in years.

Nicha suddenly came in from behind and hugged me. The game master’s eyes lit up with excitement.

“Oh! Is this your girlfriend? Why don’t you step up and show her your father’s talent?” He challenged me on the spot. I sighed as Nicha moved right next to me. Her beaming eyes and bright smile gave me more pressure to do well.

I was poor at sports, so I wondered how bad I’d mess up at ring toss. I didn’t have deft hands like my dad, and I wasn’t practicing at all. I’m better with keyboards, I murmured under my breath as he gave me the rings. First toss. The ring hit the bottle. My eyes widened. Second toss. The bottle was a little more distant than the first. I threw the ring and to my surprise, it hit too. Shock drowned out my girlfriend’s cheers and the yell of the game master. One more ring, one more toss. The bottle was placed at a greater distance compared to the earlier ones. I was doing better than I thought, so maybe my luck would run out on this turn. I flung the last ring, and time seemingly slowed down as I released it from my grip.

One, two, three, four, five. Bingo.

Nicha hugged me in celebration. I made all three tosses as the game master applauded me. Wow. Honestly, that may have been divine intervention, considering how awful I am at these games. It must have been five minutes before I moved because I stayed frozen in place, unable to let my victory sink in.

“You do have your father’s genes in you after all! Go ahead and pick a prize.” The game master said, snapping me back to reality.

I turned to Nicha, implying that she could choose the prize. She took the hint and pointed at a gigantic brown teddy bear. The game master grabbed it from the shelf and handed it over to me. I gave the stuffed animal to her, and she buried her face on its belly.

“Aaahh it’s so fluffy! You’re really good at this, Minki!” She cuddled the bear as I just chuckled and waved goodbye to the game master.

The rest of our day at the park was just riding the rest of the attractions and eating an ice cream sandwich along the way. Nicha and I had so much fun together, refusing to let go of the teddy bear. The sun had set and nightfall came, and our time was almost up. But before we left, there was one more ride we hadn’t gone in. The ferris wheel.

The passenger cabins were suited for four people, so we hopped on one, including our stuffed animal. She placed the bear next to her as the wheel began moving. From where I sat I could see the bright lights of the highway, overlooking the specks of people thousands of feet in the air. Nicha looked out the window before turning to me, taking my hand.

“I’ve had so much fun with you today,” she said, caressing my hand gently and pecking it. “Thank you.”

I gazed into her eyes, gleaming brighter than the stars in the night sky. She stared back at me, looking at me the same way. Then something sprung in me to lock lips with her. Nicha sunk into the kiss, pulling me close and our tongues swirled with each other. She was sweeter and tastier than dessert. I cupped her cheek and she placed her palm on mine, running it across her face.

She broke the kiss and slowly spread my legs. I panicked a little because of the situation we’re in. Nicha feigned ignorance and unbuttoned my pants, pulling them down alongside my boxers.

“Nicha! We’re still in public, remember?”

“Your cock says otherwise,” she replied, slapping my hardened cock with her hand. “I’ve been missing you so much. I can’t help myself.”

She seized my balls, giving them a rub. “You’re full. You’ve been missing me too.”

I groaned as she kissed me from my balls, making her way up to my tip. Her soft lips felt so good on my shaft. She looked at me with widened eyes, satisfied with the pleasure she’s giving me. I slumped into my seat and closed my eyes, allowing the euphoria of her swirling tongue to override my brain. If that wasn’t enough, she added her sensual moans into her slurps, giving me tingles up my spine.

My hands flowed through her black locks, while the rest of my body just numbed in pleasure. I didn’t realize she took me in her mouth, hollowing her cheeks. Nicha bobbed her head back and forth, coating my shaft with her saliva. We didn’t care if anyone caught us in the lewd act. Nicha had her way with me and my body happily fell under control.

Pop. She released me from her mouth after blowing me off for a while. I was really sinking into that excitable feeling too. Appropriate timing too, as she finished up just as the car was about to reach ground level. I quickly buttoned up my pants as she pretended like she didn’t suck my cock leaving the pod.

We reached my car just as the park was closing, and she gave me a few pecks on the cheek. “When we get home, I wanna fuck you so bad.”

“Sure, baby. I’ll let you fuck me wherever you want.” The thought of her splayed body already riled me up and I couldn’t be any more excited to drive home.

I turned the key. Rough gruffs roared from the engine. Again. Gruffs. In frustration I slapped my hands against the steering wheel. The car couldn’t start. Fuck.

“I just had it checked last week,” I grumbled. It was second hand but I didn’t have any excuse. Nicha giggled. She was still smiling as she watched me suffer and curse my car out. Oh, no matter how terrible a day gets, you’re always the jovial one.

Conveniently there was a subway station nearby whose line started and ended at the park. We both got out of the car and decided to take the train home. Nicha still refused to let go of the teddy bear.

Entering one of the cars, we sat at the back end of the left row. All the walking wore our legs out, so I slumped down in my seat. Nicha set the bear at the corner chair before sitting beside me. Drowsiness began kicking in and soon enough, I fell into a deep sleep holding my girlfriend’s hand tightly.

I felt a sensation below my chest that woke me up. My eyes opened slowly, vision blurring my sight. I looked to my left and saw only the teddy bear. She probably went to the bathroom, I thought. I tried going back to sleep, but I felt that twitching in my stomach again. I looked down and to my surprise, my pants were on the ground. Nicha was on her knees, sucking my erect cock.

“Nicha! What did I say about doing this in public?” I whispered, trying to avoid causing a disturbance with the nearby passengers.

She responded by taking more of me into her mouth, making me moan with her humming sounds. “Mmph, I can’t help myself. Your cock rubbed on me as we slept.”

It took all of my willpower not to submit to pleasure, but I was able to scout the area. There weren’t a lot of people on this late train ride home, except a man wearing a business suit calling someone on his phone seated on the opposite aisle.

I slowly hopped from one chair to the next using the rail, keeping Nicha busy on my shaft without her letting go into it. My free hands lifted the stuffed bear from its seat and placed it to where I was sitting. The prized toy was huge enough to act as camouflage from unsuspecting train-goers.

“Yeah. Let’s discuss the business trip to Japan at the cafe. I’ll move up so you can spot me as I get off,” the man said as he stood up from his seat and trudged to the front.

I sighed a breath of relief, but that was only a temporary win. I looked below to see how Nicha was doing and my eyes widened. She stripped off her overalls as her bare legs were now exposed.

“Nicha!” I almost screamed, panicking at the situation she’d got us into. She giggles at my reaction before kissing my tip with her soft lips.

“While you were busy covering us up I took my overalls off. I really can’t wait for you to fill me inside.” She said matter-of-factly.

I groaned in annoyance but I couldn’t help myself. She was opening herself and I guess my patience ran out too.

“We still have a few more stops to go before our stop,” She added, stroking me with her fingers.

My psyche crumbled under her control again. I resisted her lips, but not her hands rapidly pumping my cock. I threw my head back and allowed the pleasure to jack my brain, grazing my hands on her hair again.

I must have drowned deeply to the delight of Nicha’s handjob that I ignored the dings and voice of the operator over the speaker indicating the train’s destination. My eyes, struggling to open, somehow caught a glimpse of a few new passengers entering the car. Quickly I bent over and took her overalls as well as my large coat and veiled my crotch. She continued jerking me off under the covers, eager to get me to orgasm. The commuters gave me either  weird or neutral looks as they walked by. I gave them a gaze of exhaustion, pretending as if I was ill. I just hope they didn’t notice the suspicious bulge below me.

Most of the travelers moved onto another cabin but some of them sat a few rows behind or ahead of ours. Thankfully none decided to sit in the same aisle as us. My hands, which were positioned on my lap, were grabbed by Nicha. She led it down to her clit and I felt her wetness. Even with some bush she was clearly dripping.

“Fuck me, please,” She whispered, each word laced with lust. “I’m so wet for you, babe.”

I hoisted her from the floor and she wrapped her legs around my waist as I rose for a minute before sitting down with her on me. I carefully lined my shaft against her crotch before burying my cock in her walls. She let out a lengthy, low moan as I started ramming into her tight pussy. My hands snuck through her shirt, pinching her taut nipples, making her squeal.

I could feel her juices cream my hair as I grinded back and forth, making sure she feels every inch of my length. One hand escapes her shirt to cover her mouth, preventing her from letting out wild screams. I pulled her face close to mine, her features indicating pleasure as our lips met for a shaky, passionate kiss.

As we continued making out my eyes caught a glimpse of a stewardess slowly making her way across the cabin, punching passengers’ tickets. I broke the kiss off and drove Nicha into my chest, bundling our bodies with her overalls and my coat. The attendant reached us, her formal smile shifting to a confused look at the weird image ahead of her.

“Oh I’m sorry, is she okay?” She asked matter-of-factly.

“Y-yeah. She’s just a little ill, so I’m warming her up, that’s all.” I answered, nodding repeatedly.

Nicha sold my act by freezing in my arms. I reached into my coat and pulled out two tickets. She punched them and smiled as she walked by, believing my lie.

My girlfriend looked me in the eyes, lust ridden over them. I squeal as her finger reaches my cock, still buried in her soaked cunt, stroking me off. Through the pleasant sensation I managed to keep my eyes alert, watching the passengers slowly leave one by one at the next stop. Now it was just the two of us in this cable car.

“We’re alone. Fuck me,” She said as the train started moving again.

Perhaps her eagerness drove me to thrust into her a lot faster than I thought. I rocked back and forth on the chair, drilling her with my shaft. Nicha closed her eyes and let the pleasure fill her, her mouth making a wide ‘O’ shape. At this point we ran out of care for our surroundings, made clear by our audible moaning. Her hands claw my nape and hair deeply, her slender figure bouncing up and down my lap.

The tightness of her pussy, as well as her soft, seductive moans made it hard for me to keep control. I was losing another round to her lewdness and this one would be the hardest of them all. I was all but ready to climax, only slowing down my pumps to keep the euphoria last longer.

“F-fuck, I’m going to cum,” I whispered.

“On me. Fill me, please. Fill me with your cum.”

One. Two. Three. With a heavy groan I reached my peak. I felt shots of warm semen fill her womb. I pumped through my orgasm, shooting flecks of cum in her until I was drained. My hips stopped grinding. I put my head down in exhaustion over that intense, risky session. She cupped my face then kissed me on the cheek.

“T-that was s-so g-good. I can’t wait until we get home for more.”

There’s a clear trail of white on my chair and on my pants. My cock slipped out of her slit as I set her down on the ground.

“This is the last station! Thank you for riding with us.” The operator announced over the intercom. We’re almost at our destination.

I pulled her overalls off my coat and threw it at Nicha. “Put these on, we still have to walk home.”

“I don’t wanna,” she pouted. “I want to go home with your cum dripping down on me.”

I sighed. Nicha decided to be bratty on the way home, when everything was almost perfect and after all we’ve been through. But what else can I do?

I gave her my coat as I took her overalls and placed it in my bag. We got off the train with her wearing my coat, our mixed juices still running down her legs. We enjoyed our little walk home, having forgotten the prized teddy bear that she was attached to all day long, but that didn’t matter. As soon as we reached home, we stuffed our bodies into each other throughout the night.

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And that’s my first work done. I didn’t do a lot of editing as I was excited to publish this one. I finally decided to jump into the world of smut writing after being inspired for a while now. Thank you for reading!

[foxilayde]

ngl your joesph fic is just a liiiittle bit insulting especially coming during Holy Week and Easter. I’m gonna block you because I know I’ll probably get the whole “if you don’t like it unfollow and block and don’t read it” and you’ll probably think I’m some crazy Christian republican but I’m liberal and a practicing catholic and idk sometimes it feels like people never want to protect my religion but will protect everyone else’s??? Not condoning antisemitism or islamophobia in any way shape or form but it can feel super unfair that it’s okay to write something like this or attack me for my religious beliefs.

Ma'am this is a porn blog.

I'm just following Satan's orders. He told me to write a fic where reader marries Joseph and kisses him a little bit throughout the year. And I was like, 'Satan, baby, are you sure that's what you want?? I could make it nasty, I could give him the sloppy toppy...' And do you know what he said?? Nothing, because he's a tricky little shit.

I don't want you to feel attacked. I really really don't. I grew up in a high-demand Christian religion where I went to church for 16-20 hours a week from the age of 8 to 23. I've read the King James Bible so many times I could barf. Make no mistake: this is my culture.

I know nothing makes that religious boner so fully engorged as persecution. Christianity is built on it! (I've been there myself. Full mast.) Think about it: Jesus' sexy body carrying that cross up the hill, vitriol all around him. Bleeding for days while the Romans and his fellow countrymen did nothing. The whole symbol around the crucifix is 'persecution'. That's not whats happening here. You want persecution? I'm glad you're going somewhere else for it, bc that's a form of pornography that I do not provide.

[pvccblog]

BIRTHDAY X 2!

I had an amazing upbringing. I am so blessed. I had friends in high school that are still my best friends today. I'm sitting here in the gym, after BARF Night, watching our team playing together. Some are playing volleyball, others are shooting hoops, some are playing spikeball right outside. As I look out in all that's happening, I see an incredibly tight bond of friendship that has been formed by many of these team members literally knowing people their entire life and made even tighter through ministering together. Everyone on this team has been a minister in one way or another this week. There aren't many people who get to experience things like this in life. It also makes me realize that I have the best job in the world! 

This day was really sweet. The twins turned 18 today and we decorated the church and sang to them this morning. Actually, I think we've sang to them at least three times today. Their parents came for the day also and that was special. We all went to Prescott Valley and they treated us to Chick Fil A and bowling! Thanks so much Brian and Kim. It's wasn't just a special day for your lovely daughters, but for everyone. 

Sports Camp was a hit, with great weather again and a few more campers. A mother of one of the boys told me yesterday that she has so much love for Mayer Community Church because of the way they treat the children. Their ministry to the young ones is powerful. 

Ok.......I'm back. Not that you noticed but I took a break to get in on guys versus gals volleyball game. Guys won, 25-23 if you were wondering!!

Seth taught the lesson at Sports Camp today and the kids loved it. He is pretty gifted up front and he had some help from Jake and Maci. Our theme today was peace, and how God can give us peace even in the midst of uncertainty. Way to go Seffery!

BARF Night was pretty epic. We played Ultimate Extreme Kickball and The Captain is Coming. We had a bigger crowd as both vans that picked up the youth in neighboring towns were quite full. 

Back to the whole thing about how much I love my job - tonight we heard testimonies from two people I've known since they were babies. And neither one is my child. How cool is that? 

Marcus is sort of a rock when it comes to being a mission team member. He is consistent, always has a good attitude, and will do whatever asked, whenever. Most of the time not even when asked! He's a man of few words much of the time, and tonight he shared boldly. It's actually hard for me to believe that this is his first Youth Mission Venture! He's got great siblings that have joined us many times, and they've modeled well for him. His whole family is on mission and do so much for the church and for the kingdom. Marcus, it's so great to have you with us, love you man! 

Then there's Kiana. Similar to Marcus in being a great mission team member, but she's the opposite of him when it comes to words. And I mean that in a great way! She related to many of the teens when she shared her story tonight. She had some different ones chatting with her and it was hard to get them in the van to go home after. Kiana certainly knows how to speak publicly and engage a crowd. It's definitely a gift. 

Speaking of gifts reminds me of our theme this year - FAN THE FLAME! 2 Timothy 1:6 says the fan into flame the gifts God has given you. Everyone on our team is uniquely gifted and they are all fanning the flame. That's the phrase we keep saying to each other and it's been very helpful. 

So let me say - thanks Seth, Marcus, and Kiana for fanning the flame!! 

There really have been some great starters to some spiritual conversations and it's only Tuesday. Please keep praying!!

As you can see from the above picture, some of the old guys are getting a bit sore! Nighty night!!

[canary3d-obsessed]

Restless Rewatch: The Untamed Episode 06 (first part)

(Masterpost)(Episode 05)

Warning: This contains spoilers for All 50 Episodes

Bad Boys Bad Boys What You Gonna Do

Nie Huasang’s brought his nuts, and someone’s brought wine, so the boys are drinking in Wei Wuxian’s guest house. Finally he gets to drink some of the Emperor’s Smile wine that he’s been doing all those product placements for.

Boys, get a bowl or something for your shells, were you raised in a barn?

Wei Wuxian hits on waxes poetic about the wine, and Jiang Cheng tells him to shut up. 

Wang Zhuocheng’s raw-fish-eating face may have failed him, but his drunk faces do not disappoint.

Wei Wuxian teases Jiang Cheng about his list of standards for a chick: She should have natural beauty, be virtuous and caring, from a good family, not too talkative, with a gentle voice, and not too capable. Also she should not spend too much money. Drunken running ensues.

Cue Maple Leaf Rag by Scott Joplin

(more behind the cut)

Much of the fandom has decided this list is a good fit for Nie Huaisang himself, and it sorta is. But he is both talkative and unvirtuous, what with all the current sneakiness, and all the eventual murders. 

This also definitely doesn't fit Wen Qing because she's capable as hell.  

This list is, however, a 100% a match for Jiang Yanli. Not in a weird, Jin Guangyao way--a lot of men want to marry a woman like their sister.  In a gender-divided and generation-divided society, a man’s sister might be the only woman he’s ever known well. Jiang Cheng adores Yanli and she’s his ideal model of a woman, as opposed to his mother, who...isnt.  

All these robes and talismans over the door do nothing to stop Lan Wangji from strolling in.  

Okay so - Lan Wangji is the senior disciple of the Lan Clan, yea? There is no way that patrolling the guest area is in any way his job. He is just walking around here at night specifically to see what Wei Wuxian is doing.

I already did a gifpost of the boys and their totally nonsexual horseplay, over here. I’ll just add, for sad factor, that Jiang Cheng is play-choking Wei Wuxian when they’re all on the bed, and later in the running-and-crying episode he is gonna for-real choke him. Foreshadowing! or maybe just coincidence!

One fun thread running through the young-cultivators episodes is that Nie Huaisang is legit terrified of Lan Wangji while also having a major aesthetic crush on him. Look at how flustered he is here, trying to act sober while also checking him out. 

Lan Wangji is shocked and visibly upset - what are you guys doing? This is not his busting face, this is, for a moment, his vulnerable and disillusioned face. He is super not used to what normal people are like. 

Wei Wuxian doesn't lie or otherwise try to get off the hook, which has got to have Jiang Cheng and Nie Huaisang grinding their teeth in frustration. He invites Lan Wangji to join them for a drink. LWJ cites a the “no drinking on campus” rule and WWX tries to convince him to chill. 

Then we have this lovely coordinated faint by the boys, to get out of going to get punished. Nie Huaisang has been practicing fainting in front of a mirror just in case he ever needs a skill like that in the future. 

Wei Wuxian keeps trying to turn this into a date. Eventually Lan Wangji is so upset he admits he can’t take all three of them by himself. 

Then the boys run away fake-barfing and Wei Wuxian hits Lan Wangji with a talisman. 

Steal His Agency That’s What You’re Gonna Do

What Wei Wuxian does to Lan Wanji here is definitely wrong. But it's not entirely a disaster.  It allows some crucial information to be shared between them, and it results in Wei Wuxian getting the utter shit beat out of him and never doing this again. I mean, he continues to mind-control his enemies and their eventual corpses, but he doesn't intentionally violate a friend or ally's autonomy in the future. Uhh not counting that whole golden core surgery-without-consent situation. And probably some other situations I’ve forgotten. He improves slightly, okay? 

It’s important to note, incidentally, that the Lan rules about drinking and other “vices” should not be viewed through a Christian lens. The Lans are neither puritans nor ascetics (look at their clothes, furniture, and jewelry, for starters). Being drunk is forbidden probably because it’s a loss of self-control. 

Speaking of self-control, mad props to Wang Yibo for being able to have zero physical reaction to fingers snapping in his face.

Drunk Lan Wangji

Under duress, Lan Wangji knocks back a cup of wine and promptly passes most of the way out. 

Wei Wuxian puts Lan Wangji into bed not unkindly, but pretty much like a sack of potatoes. Compare this to how tenderly he handles Lan Wangji the next time he’s drunk. 

WWX tells LWJ to call him Wei Gege, and giggles. Is this a term of endearment in this context? So far the various boys are calling each other -xiong, not -ge or gege.  In Western media, men calling each other “bro” is basically saying “no homo,” but brotherhood and sisterhood in C-Drama is often a way of indicating stronger love than friendship, without saying whether it's sexual or not. 

They finally start to have a conversation, and when Lan Wangji explains that no-one can touch his headband except, etc etc, Wei Wuxian stops trying to touch it. So at least he's not a handsy bastard in addition to all his other faults. 

Wei Wuxian tells Lan Wangji that his clan is boring and women won't want to marry him. Lan Wangji says that's fine. On one level this is the show acknowledging that he's gay, but I think he's responding in a gender-neutral way; he doesn't want to marry anyone. Marriage, from his perspective, is the literal worst. 

We don't know how he felt about his father, but he definitely loved his mother deeply, and she had a profoundly unhappy marriage, in which her husband did not provide companionship and her children were taken from her.

A note about all that: The dynamics of heterosexual marriages in The Untamed are not based on contemporary companionate marriage. Sex and reproduction is a wife's job in this world, and giving a gentry woman the option to choose her husband is radical. Wei Wuxian is the only one who dares say that Jiang Yanli should have a choice when Jin Guangshan casually tries to give her to his son in front of everyone.  

OP made this today but will totally reuse it when episode 23 rolls around

So Lan Wangji’s parents' marriage was extremely problematic but not necessarily for the reasons it would be in contemporary terms. Having signed on to marry Lan Dad, Mom would have expected to live together and get laid regularly (important for health, in some traditional views, regardless of love/no love) and to have the company of her children. Instead, she was isolated. Lan Dad wanted to have it both ways and so even though he loved her and apparently hooked up with her sometimes, he didn't do his duty by her. She didn't love him but she did her duty. 

Wei Wuxian continues to not get it, calling Lan Wangji dull and babbling about Lan Wangji’s parents until he realizes that LWJ is an orphan like him. 

A nice shift happens here. Once the penny drops, Wei Wuxian doesn't ask a single additional question - he just sees - by reading Lan Wangji��s face - what the deal is, and shares his own story to show he understands. 

This is the first time Wei Wuxian mentions being chased by dogs, which is kind of a big deal, because why was he left all alone when his parents died? 

Why didn't anyone take him in before Jiang Fengmian found him? How isolated are independent cultivators in this world? 

Tea Time

Lan Qiren and Lan Xichen are having tea, and the Lan Clan is so uptight they don't touch each other's teacups. I don't know what this thing is called so I'm going to call it a tea speculum. 

Lan Qiren is back from the cultivation conference and says the red crack plague is happening over in Qinghe where the Nie clan lives.  Lan Xichen fills him in on the water demon, specifically saying Wei Wuxian figured out the connection to the red crack dudes, and explaining who WWX is, as if Lan QIren hadn't already thrown stuff at him and threatened to eventually kill him. 

Fun fact that I just noticed this week so didn't make it into earlier posts: In Episode 46, when Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian are in the Jiang ancestral hall, WWX says he was often punished to kneel there, and LWJ said that they heard about this in Gusu.  

So when WWX came to Gusu he already had a reputation as a troublemaker, and the Lan brothers were aware of it.   

Busted and Beaten

A Lan snitch comes in to say that Wei Wuxian has successfully corrupted Lan Wangji, which really shouldn’t cause as much surprise as it does.

“Wei Wuxian got drunk”

“Lan Wangji got drunk”

Lan Xichen takes a moment to consider carefully whether Wei Wuxian is a good friend for his little brother and whether perhaps he was too hasty in throwing them together. Ha ha ha no he doesn’t. 

On the punishment porch, Lan Xichen tries to lecture Lan Wangji in a calm way, but Lan Qiren wants to beat him and Lan Wangji wants to get beat. Wei Wuxian can’t understand why Lan Wangji doesn’t let him take the blame for the drinking. 

Lan Qiren goes way the fuck overboard with this punishment because he's angry--losing control and losing his sense of proportion--and Lan Xichen is shocked. The drone camera watching from above is also shocked.  

Lan Qiren has a few (very few) redeeming qualities, but his extreme rigidity and chronic resentment of anyone he perceives as bad are serious problems. His nephews are both struggling with complex moral quandaries as they get older, and he is absolutely no help to them in resolving their conflicts.

This is definitely...a style of parenting & teaching, but you can see how poorly it works, with Lan Wangji straight up saying “fuck it” after many years of conformity.  Lan Xichen is devoted to the middle path and tries to be obedient. But he is actually not walking anywhere near the middle path, as he gets pulled into colluding with a murderer at the same time as getting dragged onto his brother’s carnival ride. These men need parenting that isn’t so, uh, fucking stupid. (Yes, grown adults still need good parenting; watch Go Ahead if you doubt me) 

Wei Wuxian initially yells and falls down when he gets hit, but then he sees Lan Wangji is taking the beating without any reaction and he tries to do the same. 

Aftermath

Jiang Yanli gently lectures the boys, blaming Jiang Cheng for Wei Wuxian's drinking.  Jesus Christ, he's the younger sibling, could you just NOT, Yanli?  

Both boys ask Yanli not to tell their parents. The boys bicker about who's at fault and then Wei Wuxian shifts to baby voice and starts whining to Yanli about the pain. 

Yanli tells him to suck it up, and says after school she'll -- ok and I know this will be a surprise for everyone -- make soup for them. The boys immediately get back on the same team, which is team Please Put Meat In the Soup.

There's a nice character building moment for Wei Wuxian here. When he sees Lan Xichen he initially turns away to avoid running into him, but then he adults-up and goes to face him and greet him, giving him a half of a bow because of the pain, the pain. Rather than complaining about his punishment he meekly asks if he's broken another rule. 

Lan Xichen tells him that he did wrong but that Lan Qiren’s punishment was too harsh, and then in what is one of my favorite Lan Xichen moments, invites Wei Wuxian to use the cold spring to heal, but doesn't invite Jiang Cheng to go with him even though Jiang Cheng also was beaten. Lan Xichen, Matchmaker Auntie Extraordinaire. 

Then he answers Wei Wuxian’s question about his mom by saying she was just like Wei Wuxian and drove Lan Qiran up the wall. Jiang Cheng's reaction to that is really sweet. He does enjoy Wei Wuxian at the same time as being constantly irritated by him. 

Lan Xichen does his patented “breaking off in the middle of saying something and leaving out a chunk of the story” maneuver, although this time he doesn't include a flute solo. 

OP is mildly obsessed with Xuan Lu’s shoulders in this outfit. Also Yanli has an interesting sword, that's got some wood carving similar to Subian, but without the organic look, which OP only noticed because of screen capping Xuan Lu’s shoulders.  

Club Ruohan

Wen Qing continues to be pretty and slightly evil at this stage, sending magic fire notes to her boss using this talisman that is definitely floating in the air and not just hanging from a string. 

Wen Ruohan is in the mosh pit with his zombie groupies while he reads Wen Qing’s extremely vague status update and says "it all makes sense." 

Reach out and touch faith

Soundtrack

Maple Leaf Rag by Scott Joplin Personal Jesus by Depeche Mode

Writing Prompt

How did Wei Wuxian’s parents die?

Admin Notes

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Continued in the second part later this week!

[yellowocaballero]

Not Your Queer-Coded Disney Villain: Annabelle & Web!Jon Ficlet

Got bored again today and forced myself to write something that wasn’t gratuitously long. Set in the same universe (or, one of the universes) as The Convention on Chronographer Lane, but it’s completely unnecessary to have read that one before this. 

Content warning for (apparent and fake) predation of a student by a teacher, body horror, and spiders. REVERSE content warning for A PSYCH 101 LECTURE WRITTEN BY SOMEONE WHO WAS A TA FOR PSYCH 101. ACCURATE SCIENCE, BITCHES. 

“What am I turning into?” Annabelle asked, after a half-second of rapid thought. “Who are you? And what do spiders have to do with any of this?”

Jon smiled again broadly, grey eyes dancing with a barely hidden delight. “You’re fully aware that these are all the same question.”

“Then answer them. You said you’re here to help me. Then help me.” Annabelle narrowed her eyes. “We’ll negotiate a price later.”

“This one is a freebie,” Jon said. He leaned back, face fading into the shadow of the dim yellow light of the hanging light. “You’re turning into something much akin to myself.”

In the darkness, Annabelle saw Jon open his eyes. And his eyes. And his eyes. And his eyes…

Annabelle was sleeping through Psych again.

In her defense, she was really tired. The nightmares had been getting worse every day, and yesterday she hadn’t gotten more than forty minutes of sleep without jolting up in the middle of the night. She had flipped on the light five times during the night, hysterically convinced that bugs were crawling over her and earning the eternal ire of her roommate. Whatever - Irene would forgive her once she bought her an iced coffee from that campus shop she liked. If Annabelle gave it to her later at night, she’d stay up later and would be less likely to bitch when Annabelle inevitably made a stink at three am again.

It didn’t matter. Psych was tediously easy anyway. Not that everything wasn’t tedious, but there were few things more boring than listening to the drone of Mr. Sims’ voice. She had no idea how that guy had a fanclub. Emmanuela Odugawa had asked her if she thought that he recited Piaget’s developmental stages in bed. Barf. 

Thankfully, Annabelle had mastered the art of sleeping with her eyes open in class and barely aware enough to recognize when somebody called her name a decade ago, and she ruthlessly used this skill now. She dropped into a half-doze, and was only startled into awareness when she heard the word that had been running in a nonstop track loop through her mind for the past month. 

“Phobia: an extreme or irrational fear or aversion to something.” Mr. Sims adjusted his glasses, pressing a button on his laptop that advanced the slides. “It’s an interesting definition, in my opinion. Like many things in Psychology, it is almost infuriatingly vague. How do you define ‘extreme’? How do you define ‘irrational’? Oftentimes, that label is determined by society, science, and our therapists. However, I believe you can argue that phobias are the most rational thing of all.”

Annabelle rubbed her arms, suddenly cold. These auditorium classrooms were always freezing. 

“The concept of aversion is heavily rooted in evolution and biology. Anyone here ever eat any bad shrimp?” He didn’t wait for a response. “The smell of seafood probably made you sick for weeks afterwards. Our bodies are primed to detect poison, just as they are to detect danger. Phobias rooted in modern, abstract concepts - clowns, elevators, airplanes - are easy to extinguish. But phobias rooted in real, present, perpetual dangers, the sort of dangers that threatened the lives of cavemen, are far more difficult to ignore.” 

Despite herself, Annabelle found herself awake. She found herself listening. 

“Snakes. Heights. The Dark. Dogs, bears, large animals. Storms, driving, insects.” Mr. Sims’ looked up at the auditorium, and Annabelle could have sworn that he was looking right at her, he was looking at her. Annabelle’s breath caught, her heart thumping in her chest - a little differently than it used to. “Spiders.” 

A horrible clicking echoed in Annabell’s ears. She was afraid that it was her. 

Then he looked away, and the spell was broken. “Phobias are one of the most powerful and motivational forces in human evolution. Like mental illnesses, pack bonds, and emotional needs, the perceived weaknesses of the human mind can frequently be some of the most powerful forces that allow the survival of the human species. It isn’t a bug, it’s a feature. I find that a useful way to think of humanity, and of ourselves: that our weaknesses can make us very strong indeed. Next slide…”

If Mr. Sims said anything after that, Annabelle didn’t hear it.

She didn’t pay any attention to anything he said until the end of class, when she shrugged on her cute little silver backpack and merged into the stream of students filtering out of the classroom. A few students had stayed behind to talk to Mr. Sims, and he appeared wrapped in conversation with the giggling girls, but somehow he picked her out of the thick crowd. 

“Annabelle?” Mr. Sims asked. “Stay after, please.”

So she leaned against the long sweep of desks, left with nothing to do but squint at Mr. Sims as he spoke with another student about the requirements for the upcoming paper, wondering why he looked so familiar. 

All of the other students had assumed he was in his late twenties - “total DILF”, they all inanely assured her - but Annabelle wasn’t so sure. Despite the already graying hair, small glasses, and severe expression, she really wouldn’t put him any older than 23.

Maybe his greying temples were hair dye. Or stress did that to you, right? Annabelle squinted. But when Annabelle looked closer, if she really focused, then she really wasn’t sure it was his hair color at all. 

So she looked closer. Her eyes had been itching for the past week. She had caught her skin flaking and peeling, and instead of pink raw skin underneath there was hard and scratchy black necrosis. Her eyes itched now, as if they were striving to split apart, and if Annabelle only let them then they would burst. And as her eyes itched in a horrible, visceral pain, she thought that maybe the white at Mr. Sims’ temples was the thin, sticky webs of spider-silk. 

“Annabelle? Are you alright?”

She snapped back to attention, fairly embarrassed. She had been zoning out more in the past month than she had her entire life. Her older siblings had said that college would be rough, but she hadn’t known it would be this rough. This wasn’t like her. None of this was like her. 

“I’m great,” Annabelle said reflexively. All of the other students were gone, and Mr. Sims was staring at her over his glasses. “Sorry. Is this about my test…?”

“No. You did quite well on your test. Best in the class, actually.” Mr. Sims smiled at her, as if this was a compliment or important. “Is that why you’ve been so bored in class?”

Ah. Busted. A rare thing for Annabelle. She affected a faux-abashed posture and expression. “Sorry, Mr. Sims. I’ve been staying up ‘til two every morning trying to get my homework done on time. If I’m ever going to go to med school…”

“I thought you were a poli sci major,” Mr. Sims said cheerfully. Annabelle fought a shudder - how did he know so much about her? This class had 200 students.

“Double major,” Annabelle said blithely. “I’m sorry about sleeping in class, I’ll manage my time better. It won’t happen again.”

“Yes, yes.” Mr. Sims waved her apology away, as if that wasn’t what he had been looking for. Then what had he been looking for? “I’m afraid I had somewhat of an ulterior motive for speaking to you today.” He leaned in a little, pulling his glasses down, and his foggy grey eyes - same color as the grey at his temples - focused solely on her. Annabelle made her eyes bigger, and she leaned in too, adjusting her posture so she looked smaller. “You’ve been doing very well in class. I actually wanted to invite you to a meeting. About...oh, your potential for med school. I’m excited to see you succeed. I think you could do quite well in whatever field you choose, and I’d like to help. It would be just us, of course.”

Ding ding ding. Annabelle affected a giggle. “I could totally use the help! Like, in your office? Or, like...lunch, or…?”

“I was thinking dinner, actually,” Mr. Sims smiled. “How’s Bombay Bicycle Club?”

Restaurant and bar, with a casual yet dignified atmosphere. Not formal enough to put up anybody’s guard, but nice enough that a freshman girl could feel treated and be impressed. Most importantly, it was popular among the businessman crowd and almost nobody on campus visited it. Annabelle used it herself to meet up with her sugar daddies all the time. 

For a brief, strange moment, Annabelle felt as if he did - but of course he didn’t. But it wasn’t impossible. But if he knew, then why wasn’t he blackmailing her? Was the blackmail for later, once he got her alone? This was probably a power play, getting her off balance by insinuating that he knows but not being explicit about it. He’d probably pull out the blackmail, ‘I’ll ruin your reputation you slut etc’, once they actually got there. Not that he could - Annabelle had contingency plans - but she would have to be careful to actually record him propositioning her anyway. Worst case scenario they had a MAD situation, best case she could squeeze him. Probably not for very much money, since grad students were poor as dirt, and she didn’t exactly need him to boost her grades...get him to slip her the test key and sell the test key? That could work. She could probably get him to strategically cut grades, which was a service that Annabelle could probably sell to students with a grudge…

But then Mr. Sims smiled at her, as if he knew what she was thinking, and Annabelle realized that she had been silent too long. She wanted to come off as panicked, maybe desperate, definitely flattered. 

“Sure!” Annabelle said, barely having to feign the anxious creak in her voice. “What time? I have night classes, so…”

“Next Friday at six,” Mr. Sims said instantly. “I’m looking forward to it.”

“Me too.” Annabelle affected Smile #35 - shy virgin. Mr. Sims’ grin widened. Annabelle silently put aside the ‘Catholic schoolgirl’ outfit for Friday. “See you then!”

She turned around, gave him a shy smile, and bounced off. She had just opened the heavy door out of the room when she heard him speak again, freezing her in her tracks. 

“Oh, Annabelle - how is the study with Dr. Bates going?”

And his question panicked her so much, made her heart change rhythm and made her skin itch as if something was straining to come out of it, made her eyes itch and crawl and burst, that every calculated move went out the window. She didn’t answer his question, didn’t even give an excuse - she just ran out the door, bright purple vintage boots thumping against the linoleum, breath catching in a chest where she was no longer sure she even had ribs. 

Most of her was already calculating. She was already two months into uni, she had to start establishing her power base. The minute her sorority accepted her she’d have greater access to money, popularity, and influence, but she needed reach with the administration too.  Mr. Sims was her in. This was a good thing. 

But part of her was disappointed, because she had liked him, and she felt a little used. Feelings of disgust, as strong and vivid as in her nightmares, rose in her chest. She squished far down in her chest, familiar with the feeling and effortlessly repressing it.  

Annabelle was good with disgusting things. 

She had another session with the Arachnophobia study on Monday. Which went fine. It was fine! She didn’t wake up that morning so sick with nerves that she almost threw up. She didn’t stare at her email inbox for thirty minutes, begging herself to cancel and drop out of the study. Nope. 

She distracted herself by befriending all of her roommate’s friends and dropping faux-concerned gossip about how cranky and anxious Irene’s been lately, have you noticed she’s been blaming me for how badly she’s sleeping? It was really super sad, frowny face, how do you think I can help, frowny face frowny face frowny face? 

So Annabelle went to the Arachnophobia study (it was fine), had increasingly realistic and vivid nightmares about her chest caving in and a nest of spiders crawling out of her chest and eating her eyes, and slept through class. It was all fine. 

She should have gone to Oxford. It still made her a little bitter. She had been smart enough to get in, but she hadn’t been smart enough to get the full scholarship. She couldn’t afford it, so instead she was stuck in University of Surrey, where dreams went to die. Future politicians should go to Oxford. Yeah, Surrey had some peers and Parliament members, whatever. She needed better, Oxford and awards and money. From there, from some swotty school or another, it was easy street. Annabelle deserved easy street, and she deserved Oxford, and it just wasn’t fair -

After another three am nightmare, Annabelle blearily scrolled through her sibling groupchat. Barney was doing great in med school. Tricia had posted her maternity photos. Wow, look at that, Robin had gotten a commendation at his law firm. Whatever. 

No hope of distinguishing herself in the world. No hope of distinguishing herself in her stupid family. She was smarter than any of her siblings, brighter and better than those doctors and lawyers and accountants, but nobody cared. Mum and Dad were living their retirement in comfort and cooing over their grandchildren, finally rewarded in old age for all their hard work. 

If Annabelle dropped off the face of the earth, nobody would even notice. 

It should have been a depressing thought. The idea that nobody cared about her, not really, that nobody knew the real her. But somehow it just made her heart beat faster in excitement. 

The idea of disappearing from all of this, of cutting herself free from a thousand threads that brought her plummeting down to earth...in the cold hours of that dark morning, to an eighteen year old terrified and alone in uni, it was a siren song. 

It was a siren song that sounded, oddly, like the chittering and scuttling of a thousand tiny bodies, but Annabelle was learning to look beyond that. 

By the time next Friday rolled around, Annabelle was considering breaking her self-imposed rule against drugs and popping a Xanax. But that wouldn’t help her exhaustion, the persistent bone-deep frazzled sensation of going a week on almost no sleep whatsoever, so she settled for an espresso as she wriggled herself into a tight, slinky plaid dress paired with a puffy olive green windbreaker. She wasn’t sure if she owned any clothing that was made after 1990 - a habit born from a childhood of shopping from thirst stores, and continued voluntarily into high school when she started making her own money online fleecing suckers. It was her, so much as anything was. 

“Hot date?” Irene asked, bending over her Physics textbook without looking up. She glanced at her vibrating phone, scowling. Poor baby - her friends were staging an intervention. “New guy or old guy?”

“New guy,” Annabelle said vaguely, carefully picking out a bold red lipstick - or did that seem too forward? Should she go for a natural look? “If I’m not back by midnight call the police. I’ll text you a picture of his car.”

“Roger.” Irene flipped a page of her textbook, oblivious to the fact that she was one of the few people Annabelle genuinely liked. Not enough not to screw with her, but she liked her. “He’s not good enough for you, something something.”

“Darling,” Annabelle said, winking into the mirror, “nobody is.”

She hoped Irene believed it. She didn’t. 

It wasn’t a frequent occurrence that Annabelle wished she was stupid, but today she wished she was stupid enough to take a power nap during her ten minute Uber ride. Her mind felt frazzled and frayed, as if it had been taken out of her scalp and spread out with a rolling pin onto a floured countertop. She felt as if she was melting, her vision spiralling into fractals or blurring out. She wanted to sleep. God, she’d do anything for some sleep -

So she blared Bad Romance in her frayed earbuds instead, clutching her iPod Touch tightly, pulling herself together. Gaga, give her strength. 

By the time that she tipped her driver, effortlessly found Mr. Sims’ car in the parking lot of Bombay Bicycle Club and texted Irene the license plate (Volkswagen, obviously), she had dragged herself into focus. She stapled on her confident posture and walk - no, we’re going with ingenue today, make it shy and hesitant - and slipped inside the restaurant, making a show of holding her clutch tight to her chest and looking around with big eyes. 

She saw him instantly. He was sitting in a corner booth, head down and texting on his phone with a half-smile. The corner booth was poorly lit, light dampened by the wood panelling and soft leather seats, and half of his face was draped in shadow. 

Great. She had even arrived ten minutes early just so she could pick a brightly lit, intimate little table in the center of the room. This guy - he was almost like her. He was almost like her, but he was better. 

Annabelle fought the urge to grind her teeth. She smiled instead, waving cheerfully until he raised his head. He smiled back at her, wriggling his fingers, and Annabelle wove around the tables until she could slide into the seat across from him. 

“This is cozy!” She said brightly. “Thank you so much for inviting me out, Mr. Sims. It’s been ages since I got away from my books -”

“Oh, cut that shit out,” Mr. Sims said, bored. “I’m not going to sleep with you.”

Annabelle’s mind shut down. Error 404, blue screen of death. 

“I’m sorry,” she said pleasantly, smile frozen on her face. “What?”

But Mr. Sims just shrugged listlessly, slumping against the cushioned wall. His expression was no longer fond, indulgent, haughty. He just looked bored now, as if he was too tired and underpaid to deal with eighteen year olds. “I don’t want to sit through this entire dinner fending off flirting. We have actual business to talk about, and I am uninterested in beating around the bush when there’s no point. You aren’t even subtle.”

“Excuse me -” Annabelle started, enraged, but Mr. Sims put up a hand and cut her off. 

The change was instant. On a dime, Mr. Sims straightened his posture, swept a finger through his hair to transform it from slicked back professor type to windswept, adopted a friendly and casual expression, and leaned in as if he was happy and excited to be sitting with Annabelle. In a moment he dropped ten years. Barely a second after his transformation the waiter approached them, holding a notepad, and Annabelle realized with a start that he had noticed the waiter coming before she did. 

“How are you two doing tonight?” the waiter asked politely, smiling at the both of them in a rote routine that Annabelle remembered from her own days waitressing. 

“Doing great!” Mr. Sims said, and even his accent was different, closely matching her own. He glanced back at Annabelle, nothing but open and friendly. “Mum says get whatever you want, dork. It’s on her bill, so let’s run her out of house and home.”

Instinctually, Annabelle shot back, “Aren’t you old enough to take me out to eat with your own money, loser?”

“Not with your stomach!” Mr. Sims laughed, and the waiter chuckled along too. Mr. Sims effortlessly rapped out an order for the waiter, before Annabelle even got a chance to look at the menu, and when she floundered Mr. Sims just rolled his eyes and ordered for her too. It was, somehow, her favorite food. 

He waited for the waiter to move onto the next table, eyeing him carefully, before he let the persona drop. Mr. Sims sagged again, dropping the friendly act, sizing her up from half-lidded eyes. 

“How did he even believe that,” Annabelle said flatly. “We don’t look anything alike.”

“White people will believe anything,” Mr. Sims said, rolling his eyes. “I have the Belgian government convinced I’m an Iraqi scientist and most high profile Australian celebrities think I’m Egyptian royalty.”

“...does Egypt have -”

“Nope.”

Annabelle was beginning to feel a little like the star actress in the school play who got upstaged in every way by the villain’s performance. Nobody did what she did. Nobody did what she did, but better. 

“Don’t feel insecure,” Mr. Sims said, as if he could read her mind. “I’m a good actor, and I’m excellent at reading people. But I can’t plan or plot like you do. I’m shit at thinking three steps ahead, much less thirty. You can keep plots and schemes going for years - decades, even, if I were to guess. I’m not sure how someone as competent as you can have self-esteem issues.”

Annabelle bristled. “You try having nobody care about you for - how do you even know that shit about me?” Something terrible occurred to her. “Are you some kind of stalker, Mr. Sims?”

Mr. Sims shuddered in real disgust. “It’s Jon. And no, of course not. You just aren’t as subtle as you think you are.”

Yes, she was. She was subtle to everyone on the planet - everyone save, maybe, Jon. Annabelle narrowed her eyes. “What do you want?”

“Absolutely nothing,” Jon said immediately. 

“Liar. Everybody wants something.”

“I’m here altruistically,” Jon said, the perfect picture of innocence. “Really. I’m here to help you, Annabelle.”

“You are stalking me.” Annabelle leaned forward, but Sims didn’t move. “Are you even a real graduate student?”

“Absolutely not. I’m twenty three, I got my Psych degree last year and I’ve been bouncing odd jobs since.” Jon shrugged, as Annabelle felt silently vindicated. Nothing about this man acted like a twenty three year old - she remembered her siblings at twenty-three, there was nothing adult about them - but it was probably just another persona. She wondered how far she’d have to scratch to get to the real Jon Sims. 

“So you were just at Surrey to spy on me,” Annabelle said slowly. “I don’t know what country you’re from, but in England that’s definitely stalking.”

“I’d call it scouting,” Jon said. The waiter dropped by to place their drinks on the table - Jon had gotten a mule for himself, and he had ordered water for Annabelle in a move uncharacteristic for a sketchy guy. He waited until the waiter left to continue. “Call me a recruiter.”

“For who? What kind of job recruiter teaches a class for two months just to get to me?”

“How’s your study with Dr. Blake going, Annabelle?” Jon said, almost randomly, and Annabelle shut up. He must have seen something in her eyes, because a sharp little grin stretched in the corner of his narrow and sharp face. “Thought so. What do you dream of, Annabelle? In the cold corners of night, what fears come to life in the dark recesses of your mind?”

Maybe, Annabelle thought inanely, this was a dream too. Just an extended nightmare, one she hadn’t woken up from. It felt like that: distant and strange, hyper-real and unreal. This strange man sitting in front of her, who swapped faces so easily even Annabelle couldn’t keep up, was far too out of place to truly exist. 

Or maybe he was the first real person she had met in a very long time. 

Jon continued talking, as if she had responded. Maybe she had. “I am not a hero in this story. If I was, I would have come earlier. I would have deleted your name from the pool of subjects, and I would have made it so that you never got that call.” Jon looked away from her for the first time, letting a little sadness show on his face. “I couldn’t. No - no, I could have, I simply chose not to. You’re important, Annabelle. And I didn’t want to rob you of something that you may grow to treasure. I’m afraid that the choice you make now may not be much of a choice at all - but, perhaps, there is still a chance. At the very least, I would like to make this transition a little easier for you. It is a terrible thing, to have to do it alone.”

That…

“That was so vague it was completely meaningless.”

Jon barked a laugh, strangely delighted. “It’s not fair to speak in circles to somebody who’s gone a week without sleep!”

“But you’re doing it on purpose,” Annabelle said, too dead inside to feel mad.

“Oh, absolutely. I am not taking the risk of taking you on at full power.” Jon smiled at her, as if they were friends sharing a joke. “I saw what you did to that Walker boy in secondary.”

Despite herself, Annabelle smiled. “Hear he gets out on parole in five.” Something else occurred to her, a bit belatedly. “You are stalking me!”

“Does a spider stalk the fly that strikes a string on its web?” Jon asked cheerfully. “Or is it simply investigating an encroachment into its territory?”

“Does that mean that you’re going to eat me?” Annabelle said archly. “Thought you said you didn’t want to fuck me. Rude, by the way.”

Almost hilariously, Jon wrinkled his nose. “Sex is a waste of time, resources, and my attention. Can’t imagine why people are so obsessed.”

“I know, right!” Annabelle burst out, before she could help herself. “Do you have any idea how much money I get a month from guys just to talk to me? It’s like they’re aliens! Why do people fuck or date if it’s not to manipulate someone?”

“Right! It’s ridiculous.”

It was the first time anybody had ever agreed with her on that. It was the first time she had even told anybody she felt that way. For a brief second, Annabelle felt connected to Jon. It was the first time that happened in...a very long time. 

Jon was the first person Annabelle had ever met who was like her. Everybody in Annabelle’s life had always been either useful or useless. Jon seemed above that, somehow. To be beyond utility, to exist on your own power...what did that look like? To be the powerful, instead of the powerless?

No matter how hard she tried, no matter how many puppet strings Annabelle tied around her fingers, she was never powerful. Not really. She was eighteen, from a nothing family, and no matter how many molehills she made herself queen of she would never rule the mountain. She couldn’t get as far as she wanted with what she had. The only reason she had even volunteered for the stupid Arachnophobia experiment was because she needed to crush out weakness in herself, erase the hidden flaws in her mind.

But Jon said her flaws were strengths. What made her weak could be turned into power. 

Annabelle needed more, more, more. She needed everything, if she was to have anything. She needed what Jon had. 

Everything Annabelle said had a purpose. Every word she used was chosen carefully, every little gesture or body language was calculated. She said nothing without thinking, and she could do it so quickly nobody even noticed. Jon would notice, a con man as perfect as she was.

Let him. Give her two straight days to sleep, and they’d have a real battle of wits. In the meantime, she just had to pick her questions strategically.

“What am I turning into?” Annabelle asked, after a half-second of rapid thought. “Who are you? And what do spiders have to do with any of this?”

Jon smiled again broadly, grey eyes dancing with a barely hidden delight. “You’re fully aware that these are all the same question.”

“Then answer them. You said you’re here to help me. Then help me.” Annabelle narrowed her eyes. “We’ll negotiate a price later.”

“This one is a freebie,” Jon said. He leaned back, face fading into the shadow of the dim yellow light of the hanging light. “You’re turning into something much akin to myself.”

In the darkness, Annabelle saw Jon open his eyes. And his eyes. And his eyes…

All eight of Jon’s glittering black eyes shone in the darkness, straining her own and making her head thump. It was wrong, outside of humanity or reality, and it felt as if the very sight was straining the fabric of her delicately maintained life so tight it would tear. It felt as if it was tearing her, right in two, ruining her forever. Her eyes felt like they were going to burst out of her head. 

She didn’t want to know what would replace them. But she had the feeling that she already did. 

“Then what,” Annabelle gritted out, “are you?”

“I am the eldest and most treasured Son of the Mother of Spiders,” Jon said. He smiled at her, just a little, almost apologetic. “Sorry about that. I know you’ve always wanted to be an only child.”

Ah. Duh. Obviously. She should have known.

“...do I want to know who the Mother of Spiders is?”

“Your mother, should you choose to accept her,” Jon said cheerfully, leaning back into the light, and his face was normal again. Human as ever. Strange and foreign as ever - possibly everything, possibly nothing. “I know you aren’t strictly in the market for adoption, but you may not have much of a choice. You’ve felt her scratching beneath her skin. She’s going to tear out of you, and soon. Did you know some species of wasp lay their eggs in the body of spiders to provide food for the grubs?”

“During the next experiment,” Annabelle said dully, already filtering out Jon’s useless tidbits of information. That was a guy who spoke for the sake of hearing himself talk. “That’s when it’s happening. When I’ll...change.”

“Yes. It’s a painful process,” Jon said, and it was almost apologetic. “My own happened when I was fifteen - quite young, all things considered. I still remember the sound of my bones snapping as -”

“Don’t.”

“Of course! Anyway, I thought I’d make sure you had...to use the psych term, informed consent, before you entered the crucible. Our - my, sorry - Mother often foregoes true consent in our operations. The beauty of nature!” Jon laughed, as Annabelle felt sick. “Agnes wanted to put together a pamphlet, but then we let Gerry go wild on the clipart and...well, it’s better if I just explain. I can’t give you the full story now, but I’ll tell you as much as your mind can comprehend.”

Annabelle wasn’t sure she could even comprehend this. It was so much, and she was so tired. She had just heard that her body was going to rupture like a cocoon and give birth to a giant spider that may or may not also be her, and all she could think about was the fact that she wanted to go back to bed. Somehow, all she could ask was -

“Why?” She asked, so stupid and pointless, as if she was stupid, as if she wasn’t her at all. “Why are you doing this?”

“It’s like I said.” In the dim yellow lighting, Jon’s eyes glittered pure black, and in that brief and stupid second Annabelle felt as if they were the same in that way. “Nobody should have to go through this alone and ignorant.” Then the moment was over, and his eyes were a human grey again, just left of normal. “Besides. Siblings stick together, right?”

“I hardly need more siblings,” Annabelle snapped. 

“You’re about to lose seven of them real soon,” Jon promised, extremely worryingly, “so I’d take what you can get right now, Annabelle.”

“Are you going to kill -”

“Unfortunately, you may have to fake your own death!”

Then their food came, and Annabelle received her first lesson in the class of hard knocks. 

They talked for hours. It took hours, to even just get a picture of the story. Jon was patient, answering every question, and Annabelle strained so hard trying to fight through her exhaustion, trying to understand the answer, Jon’s motivation in answering it or what he could be leaving out, that by the end of it she felt as if she had run a marathon. She had never felt so tired in her life, in the most dangerous situation in her life, with the most dangerous person she had ever met. 

By the end of it, Irene was texting her to ask if she was dead, and Annabelle was falling asleep at her chair. Jon cut an end to their conversation when he slid out his wallet, covered the bill with a black Amex card, and slid a business card against the table. Annabelle squinted down at it. 

The text in the center just said [FREELANCERS]. That was it. She stared at it.

Underneath the vague word, she saw a phone number [555-555] and an email [email@organization.gov]. Annabelle looked up to stare at Jon. “Are you for real?”

“Almost never,” Jon said cheerfully, “but the card will make sense when it needs to. Let me take you back to your dorm, alright? You can get some sleep in the car.”

If he was a creep, she was dead anyway. Annabelle didn’t bother arguing. She grabbed her jacket and got in the passenger seat of his car, and true to his word Annabelle drifted asleep almost immediately. She even felt as if the ride took longer than ten minutes, as if he drove in circles just waiting for her.

For the first time in a week, Annabelle slept uninterrupted, and had no dreams.

Annabelle wanted what Jon had. 

And a week later, she took it. 

Shivering in an alley, clothing ripped to shreds, her own skin hanging off her triple jointed limbs, she dug out a creased and torn business card. She had been worrying at it intensely over the weekend, staring and it and clenching it tightly as if it was her only lifeline. It was, of course. But Jon had known that.

The card looked different now. The text now looked handwritten, but with a beautiful and old-timey slanted handwriting. It now just read: 

‘To Annabelle, with love. From your new friends Gerry, Jon, and Agnes’. There was a number underneath, and Annabelle frantically dug in her tattered leather jacket pocket to draw out her cracked phone. 

Annabelle hated taking favors from people. Everything she had, she had fought for herself. She would scrape, borrow, beg, and steal whatever she had to. But, when it came to siblings...maybe, then, it was okay.

Dizzily, as Annabelle let the phone ring, she thought: this is my supervillain origin story. 

The thought sent a slow smile crawling across her inhuman and warped face. 

Sounds like fun. 

[djemsostylist]

Thoughts on Episode 26 of SCK

In short--I loved it. 

There is a lot I could say about it, and I’m sure most of it has already been said by people far more eloquent than I.  But I haven’t written down my thoughts about an episode in while and if ever there was an episode to talk about, well, this one was certainly it.  

There was a post I saw going around a few weeks ago about how sometimes enjoying a piece of media means viewing it with a measure of grace.  As a critical person by nature, I thought a lot about what that means, and I’ve decided that it means that sometimes, a piece of media may not be perfect, but if the soul is there, that is the only thing that matters. 

So, I think one of the major issues I’ve seen talked about with 26 is that it felt too good.  And to some degree, that makes sense.  Let’s be honest, 22-25 were not very good.  They had great singular moments, but taken as a whole, they were a bit of a mess.  20-21 gave us beautiful set up and direction and forward movement with not only Serkan and Eda as a couple, but as individuals, and that’s even with the contract mess.  But then 22 and 23 came along and we have Eda acting like a brat, intimate scenes that were cute and hot but ultimately a let down since the end result was always an “I love you” from Serkan followed by an -_- face from Eda, and basically no real forward movement with their relationship or character at all.  Add the introduction of one of the worst characters in television, and you kind of had a mess.  And while 24 was better, it still felt weird.  Serkan is acting distant, Eda is acting married, and again, no going anywhere until the last 5 minutes of the episode.  Plus the long awaited BA shows up and it turns out she’s a Disney villain with even thinner motives.  Then there was 25, which I think left most of the fandom feeling empty.  Serkan and Eda are at their very lowest possible point, and all their friends and family don’t seem to care and the amount of Edser scenes was too low to give us enough to not want to rage at the final scene. Plus, dubbed Prince showed up attempting to recreate a plot from Vampire Diaries and welp.  

So in 26, we start with what should be a devastated Eda and Serkan who have no path back to each other.  We were fully expecting another few weeks of breakup and Eda having to chase Serkan and more moping and more sadness and we didn’t get that.  Instead, we start with an Eda who is ready to do whatever it takes to spend as little time away from Serkan as possible and a Serkan who isn’t going to let go.  His plan is brilliant, and it works.  He knows something fishy is going on--despite her words the night before, which certainly hurt, she was also literally in tears and had been for the whole day.  And he knows she loves him.  In a way, his actions at the start of 26 are another brilliant parallel to the beginning of 19--Serkan breaks and decides to tell Eda everything the moment it becomes clear that she might actually move on with her life and he will lose her forever.  Eda breaks at the beginning of 26 when it’s clear Serkan is going to be a cool cucumber about everything and stop chasing her.  (I’m saying they could have probably solved all their issues in 15 if Eda had asked Efe on a date-Serkan would have been on his knees confessing and proposing in 10 min. flat, but I digress.)

No, they don’t have a ton of conversation in this.  There aren’t heartfelt, long dialogs about the wrongs they’ve done and the things they feel.  Frankly, they aren’t necessary.  Serkan has, at this point, said all he needs to say and he couldn’t be clearer.  And while we still haven’t heard Eda say “I love you”, her actions this episode show it, and he knows it, and well, if that end scene isn’t the biggest “I love you” idk what is.   

I was talking with @lolo-deli about the episode and she made an excellent point.  I’ll quote here “Their conversation in hall was short in dialogue but heavy in meaning and implication. In very few words they established: last night was real (and implied to be meaningful), she needs time to work out some complications (he understands what this means, she loves him and the break up was what was not real) and he will both trust her and wait for her without pressuring her AND he's still worried about her (in this case over Seyman which turns out to be a non-factor ama neyse!). That's a lot of important conversation wrapped up in a a 90 sec convo but it fits them because they understand one another very well.”

This is true of their conversation in the conference room after.  They almost go back down the jealousy fight spiral we’ve seen 100 times, but instead, Eda stops herself, Serkan stops himself, and instead of fighting, they talk and both agree they were wrong and acting silly and reaffirm their love and trust for each other.  In fact, both of them verbalize to their friends that they are 100% sure of the other and their feelings--they aren’t threatened by the Prince and B because of their fear of losing the other, but because both of those characters are creepy and dangerous and unhinged.  

I was okay with this episode because we spent 21 episodes watching them grow apart and together--sure the previous episodes were rough, but it was a transitional period.  I’m giving grace--and to quote lolo-deli again  “They trust each other, it's really that simple. We didn't need to have a half hour of conversation to establish that. Just like we don't need to see Eda chasing Serkan for two more episodes to prove she loves him because she does. Also simple. We know and he knows it. He deserved affirmation and he got it, she bloody well proposed marriage.”

And this is how I feel.  26 wasn’t perfect--I still didn’t care for the AAA plot, Thor and Barf need to be gone fast, and BA is kind of a one dimensional villain I want to like more than I do.  Engin and the rest of the friends were better this episode--Serkan and Engin talked for the first time in what feels like forever, Melo and Ceren were excellent support for Eda, and Serkan and Ferit are still on track to becoming the besties I want them to be.  I’m not 100% sure what Eda’s plan is to get around BA, although maybe she decided to take Serkan’s advice from 13 and just let it all burn down around them and they will be stronger together for it.  Honestly, Serkan was back and on fire this episode (and hotter than ever as a result) so maybe she knows that together, it doesn’t matter what BA is gonna do. 

We don’t know what is coming in the next few weeks, or what is left in front of us.  We’ve had a string of disappointing episodes.  But Serkan and Eda have been apart for 11 episodes and they are finally back together and on the same page at the same time for the first time ever in their relationship.  

In closing, I’ll leave you with this.  Regardless of how you feel about 26, Eda Yılız, chronic “leaper before looker” took the time to steal back Serkan’s ring, get together that look, find the world’s most extra ring box, sneak onto Serkan’s private plane, and then recreate their first real moment together (which we were oh so recently reminded of) in order to ask the love of her life to marry her.  And that is beautiful, no matter how many subplots get lost or editing goes bad.  Eda Yıldız asked Serkan Bolat to marry her with a ring with her name inside it on a plane where they first went from “nothing to something”.  Poetry and  parallels and I loved it.  

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #797: Roy's Food Stock (Super Smash Bros Ultimate)

10:23 a.m. At the Beach Side of Isle Defino...........

Ashley: (Eyes Widened at What is in Front of Her) Lucas.....What exactly am I looking at right now?

Lucas: (Smiles Brightly While Standing a Wooden Stand) This is a food stand. Roy said he found it empty in the middle of the beach. So he decided to make a food business out of it. And he wants me to help! Well, actually, he....told he'll give me a lifetime of noogies, swirlies, and all the other bully activities if I didn't agree to help him. B-B-But I'm sure it'll be a great experience for the both of us, you know?

Ashley: (Sighs While Pinching her Nose in Disbelief) This... cannot be happening right now.....

Roy: (Walks Towards the Stand with a Smug Look on his Face) You better believe, sistah. Cause Roy's Food Shack.....(Place an "Open" Sign on the Stand's Desk) Is now in full service. (Starts Rubbing his Hands Together) We're about to make bank up in here.

Ashley: (Crosses her Arms While Having a Deadpinned Look on her Face) Was your monthly allowance not good enough for you or something?

Roy: Oh no. It's a fine enough currency as it is. But why wait weeks for that inevitability to come to wishing when you can just make some mulah on the fly? (Hence the reasonings of why my establishment is born.

Ashley: ('Sigh') Okay. But do you even know how to cook to begin with?

Roy: ('Tch') You kidding? Of course I know how to cook! I learned everything I've know from the all the legends in TV. Koopa Fieri, Goro Ramsey, Birdo, and countless many others that I can't remember.

Ashley: (Stares at Roy for a Couple of Seconds Before Turning Back to Lucas) Lucas, I don't think working at this foot stand is a good idea.

Lucas: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Surprise) What? B-But why?

Ashley: Well, for one, I don't trust a delusional bully like him, to be around you. Especially when there's a high possibility of him ripping you off.

Roy: (Glares at Ashley) Hey! Who you calling "Delusional", you snot nose, eggheaded, twer-

Ashley: (Immediately Gives Roy a Dark, Menacing Glare) .............................

Roy: (Eyes Immediately Widened in Complete Fear) ('Gulp') Nevermind. I'll shut up now......(Steps a Few Inches Away From Ashley and Lucas)

Ashley: ('Sighs a bit Heavily') As what I was saying..... (Turns Back to Lucas) We're here on a vacation, now Lucas. You shouldn't have worry about making money right now. Especially when you're still a kid.

Lucas: I know, but....I just wanna give this one a chance, you know? And I know Roy can selfish, dumb-dumb of a jerk and all-

Roy: (Glares at Lucas) 'Ey! You got yourself a death wish, Sunflower boy-

Ashley: (Turns Back to Roy with the Same Dark Glare) ..........................

Roy: (Immediately Shuts Himself Up By Covering his Mouth)

Lucas: ('Sigh') As what I was saying, I think Roy's a .....Somewhat of a decent guy deep down. Maybe our relationship with one another could get better once we work together, you know?

Ashley: I don't know, Lucas......

Lucas: Pleeeeasee let me do this, Ashley?~ I promise I won't get myself hurt.....(Gives Ashley the Sad Puppy Dog Eyes)

Ashley: (Trying her Hardest Not to Give in to Lucas' Plead) Please don't give me that sad, adorable face of yours, Lucas..... It's too much....

Lucas: But I wanna work at the Food Shack.....

Ashley: I know you do, but-

Lucas: (Starts Wobbling his Lips Up in Down)

Ashley: ('Sighs in Defeat') Alright. Fine. You can work with Roy at the Food stand if you like.

Lucas: ('GASPS') Really!?

Ashley: (Simply Nodded) Yes. (Immediately Pouts at Lucas) But ONLY if you promise not to overwork yourself! Take as many break as you need to and take time to enjoy the rest of the vacation with me and our friends and family! Understand?

Lucas: (Rapidly and Happily Nodded in Agreement) Yeah! I promise! You have my word on this! (Pulls Ashley into a Loving Hug) Thank you soooo much for being okay with this, Ashley!

Ashley: ('Sigh') I'm still skeptical about all of this. (Smiles Softly) But as long as it makes you happy....(Hugs Lucas Back) I suppose it will be good enough for me. I love you.

Lucas: I love you too, Ashley~

Roy: (Rolling his Eyes in Disgust) Oh barf.

Ashley: Roy.

Roy: (Eyes Widened as He Immediately Turns Back to Ashley) Y-Y-Yeah? What is it?

Ashley: (Puts on a Dark Menacing Glare Yet Again) If I ever hear or catch you overwork Lucas to the bone or even threaten him to do your bidding again, I will not hesitate erase you from your entire existence. Do you understand?

Roy: (Eyes Widened in Fear) ........But....What ever happened to just... hexing peop-

Ashley: DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME!?

Roy: Okay! Okay! Fine! I understand! Just...calm down with all of that already, alright!?

Ashley: (Sighs Once More Before Calming Herself) I'll take your word for it. But consider this your first and only warning........

Roy: (Starts Rolling his Eyes Some More) Yeah. Yeah. I get the message. Do you always have be this scary?

Ashley: Only when you or anything else harms my Lucas.

Lucas: (Smiles Sheepishly) It's just her way of showing she cares, you know?

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Quickly and Quietly (24/??)

A/N: Hi, hello, I know it’s been two years, but we’re officially getting back to this story, and by complete happenstance, it’s the day before the five years anniversary of chapter one! I’m thinking that chapter 25 will be the final chapter. Anyway, hopefully this was worth waiting for!

Page dividers by @carryonmyswansong

Pairing: BuckyxReader

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: None

Part 23

“It’s been a week,” Steve says, watching Bucky through the door. “Why hasn’t she woken up?”

Tony shakes his head. “Best bet is that she exhausted herself to the point of comatose.”

Bucky tucks a strand of hair behind (Y/N)’s ear and immediately takes his seat at her bedside again.

“He barely leaves her side.”

“Can you blame him? He watched her rip off her own arm and almost burn up trying to get away from her old life. But she lived and they’re both still here. You know better than any of us what it’s like to miss out on the love of your life. He’s getting a second chance at his.”

“That is, quite possibly, the nicest thing you have ever said about him.”

“What can I say? After watching him walk around like a kicked puppy for months on end, he’s really starting to grow on me.”

“Still, we have to get him out of that room. He needs to eat.”

Tony presses his lips together. “Give it another day. If nothing happens, we’ll do something. They’re both people that we have to be patient with.”

“I really hate it when you’re right.”

“Which is… all the time, right?” Tony smirks and Steve rolls his eyes.

“At least make sure there’s something for him to eat in there. Even if he decides he’s hungry, he’s not going to leave her side.”

“Roger that.”

“Tony,” Steve warns.

“What! Let me have this, Rogers. I’ll deal with this, you handle the paperwork.”

“It’s been a week and a half since we got you back,” Bucky murmurs, his hand tightening around (Y/N)’s. “I miss you so much, doll. Everyone else does too, but… fuck, I don’t know. I just need you here. Things aren’t right when I can’t talk to you.”

“What’re you talking about?” The words are slurred and Bucky jerks his head up at the sound. (Y/N) smiles lazily at him and gently squeezes his hand. “Been here the whole time!”

Bucky asks F.R.I.D.A.Y. to call everyone to the infirmary and presses a kiss to (Y/N)’s knuckles. It’s not long before everyone is piling into the room and crowding around (Y/N)’s hospital bed. As they gather around and chatter among themselves, (Y/N) begins to wake up more. She smiles at her teammates and family, but Bucky can see her starting to get tired again.

“You okay?” he asks softly.

She shakes her head. “I’m a little stiff,” she admits. “Things aren’t quite right with my arm, y’know?”

Bucky nods. Tony gets her some painkillers and everyone but him, Steve, and Bucky clear out. Pietro kisses her forehead before he leaves and (Y/N) watches him go with a serene smile plastered on her face. She turns back to Bucky when the door clicks shut and squeezes his hand.

“How’re you feeling, kid?” Tony asks.

“I don’t really know. I hurt a little, and my head’s a little messed up, but I mostly just feel bad about destroying my arm. I know how much work you put into it.”

“Don’t worry about it. You’re alive, and that’s what’s important.”

She sighs and nods her head. She has to pull her hand from Bucky’s grasp to push herself and adjust her position on the bed. When she can’t quite manage she quietly asks for help.  Steve and Bucky each support one side of her body and help her sit up. Steve sticks a pillow behind her back for support before stepping away.

“Bruce and I have been working on a new arm for you,” Tony says. “Getting the materials may take a while, though. We’re working with our Wakandan friends, and they’re not willing to part with much vibranium. Especially after what happened with Ultron.”

“Don’t worry about it, Tony. Take all the time you need.” She turns to smile at Bucky. “I’ve got my right hand right here.”

Tony makes a fake barfing noise and (Y/N) just laughs.

“Guess this means you both have your memories back then?” Steve asks.

Bucky and (Y/N) nod, not taking their eyes off one another.

“I wish it had gone differently,” (Y/N) says softly. “I could have handled it better. I’m sorry.”

Bucky shakes his head. “I could’ve handled it better too. Don’t blame yourself.”

She nods and lifts the back of his hand to her cheek. She sighs as soon as it makes contact and Bucky smiles as her eyes flutter closed. He's content to just watch her relax. He startles slightly when she quietly asks him to lay with her. Bucky looks to Tony and Steve for permission. Steve just shrugs and Tony gestures for him to go ahead.

Bucky gently shifts (Y/N) on the bed and climbs in beside her. He’s careful to avoid her bandaged shoulder as he curls his body around hers. (Y/N) shuffles as close as she can and Bucky holds her to his chest. She slowly begins to nod off again and Steve and Tony excuse themselves from the room. Bucky watches her sleep for nearly an hour before dozing off, himself.

"Is he actually dead this time?" I ask.

Bucky nods. "You incinerated him, sweetheart. Pretty sure his bones crumbled when Stark tried to poke at them."

"Oh." I stare off into space for a moment. "I guess I was pretty mad, at the time."

"(Y/N), I've never seen you as pissed as you were in that moment. Lance is lucky you didn't rip him apart limb by limb."

"That would've really sucked for him," I muse. "Would've taken longer with just one hand."

Bucky does his best not to laugh. "I'm sure you could've figured it out if you wanted to."

I snort. “I appreciate the faith you have in me.”

He sighs when I tuck my head under his chin. He presses a soft kiss to my hair and holds me tighter. “I’m just glad we have you back. I was seriously worried about you.”

“I know.” I shake my head. “It was so much information suddenly in my head all at once. I couldn’t process it here. I think something in me assumed you’d react the same way, so I left. I know I was wrong now.”

"I freaked out, sure, but I should've handled it differently. You don't exist to make me feel better."

I hum softly and relax against him as he combs his fingers through my hair.

"So," I bite the inside of my cheek, trying to find the right words. "We were together."

"We were together," he repeats softly. “I don’t want to put any pressure on you because of that.”

“You’re not, honestly. I just…” He tenses against me and I place my hand on his chest. “I can’t stop thinking about when we were in England.”

“I’m sorry…”

“What are you apologizing for?” I ask.

“You went through hell when we were on that mission.”

“Wh-no, Bucky, that’s not what I was thinking about.” I pull away to look at him and run the backs of my fingers over his cheek. “I was thinking about how we were, alone in that hotel room. Existing together, away from the team… I loved it.”

“Oh.” He sighs, quiet and shaky, and holds me a little more tightly. “I didn’t… really?”

I nod. “I’m not trying to push anything, but our connection makes so much sense now.”

“What if-” He cuts himself off and takes a deep breath. “What if I did want to push something?”

My heart skips a beat. “Do you?”

“Not if it’d make you uncomfortable.”

“It wouldn’t, I’d just need time. We wouldn’t be anywhere near where we were before we were wiped.”

“That’s not what I care about.” The corner of his mouth quirks up into a soft smile. “I just barely got you back a week ago. If it was just this, as long as I’d get to call you mine, I’d be fine with it.”

Tears well up in my eyes and Bucky presses his forehead to mine.

"Thank you," I murmur. "I just need you to be patient with me. Just for a little while."

"(Y/N), you've already been more than patient with me. I can manage to be a little patient with you."

Bucky presses a soft kiss to my forehead and pulls me close to his chest. I drift off, warm and happy.

“Barnes has been stuck to you like glue since you woke up,” Tony comments, not once looking up from his work.

“Mhm.”

“Is that claustrophobic at all?” he asks. “The way you two wrap around each other seems like it’d be claustrophobic.”

I shake my head. “No, it’s just comfortable.” Tony looks up at me and I grin. “It’s kind of like I’m his personal furnace.”

“You two are so cute, it’s nauseating.” He fiddles with the screwdriver in his hand and squints at the hand on the stand in front of him. “I’m surprised you aren’t together by now.”

“We kind of are.”

“Wait, what?”

“Hmm?”

“This is brand new information, (Y/N). How could you keep this from me?”

“It’s brand new for us too, Tony. It’s not something we’re gonna run through the streets, shouting to the general public.”

“But you’re comfortable cuddling up any and everywhere around the tower?” He laughs when I try to hide under my arm. “Not trying to make you feel bad, sweetheart. There’s just no reason to hide your relationship from your family.”

“We’re not hiding. We’ve just been through a lot, especially over the last year, and Bucky’s not a public person. The more I learn about my past and what happened to me, I’m realizing that I’m not particularly eager to be public either. I mean,” I gesture at him. “I’ve seen what having your life out in the open did to you and the way that people seem to feel entitled to you.”

“Understandable. Can’t say that having every little thing splashed across the tabloids really helped in forming any kind of lasting relationship.” He tilts his head to the side. “I guess I’d just hope that you feel comfortable enough to talk to me about this kind of stuff. I know you and Speedy are besties and all that, but I’m here for you too.”

“I know you are.”

“Good.” He pokes at a knuckle and frowns. “You better come running to tell me about your first kiss.”

“Oh yeah, as soon as we make out for the first time I’m just gonna push him off me like, “Sorry, babe, gotta go tell Tony that your tongue was just in my mouth.” Y’know, like a normal person does.”

He smiles. “See? I knew you’d understand.” He puts the screwdriver down and shoots me a questioning look. “You’d seriously call him ‘babe’?”

“I don’t know, we haven’t really gotten around to the topic of pet names yet. I mean, he’s called me ‘sweetheart’ a couple of times, but I haven’t really tried anything out.” I tilt my head to the side. “I might call him ‘babe.’ I don’t know. Kind of like the way ‘honey’ sounds.”

“I like the sound of that too.”

“Huh?” I look over my shoulder, only to find Bucky leaning in the doorway. I smile at the soft expression on his face. “How long have you been standing there?”

He shrugs. “Long enough to know that Stark is way too invested in our relationship.”

He smiles when I laugh and crosses the room to stand beside me.

I bump my shoulder against his arm. “Don’t worry about that too much. Tony’s just a perv.”

“I am not,” Tony protests, but quietly mumbles. “I have a healthy interest in the relationships of my teammates. Your relationship just has more going on right now than anyone else’s.”

Bucky shakes his head and ducks in close to my ear. “Are you free after this?” he murmurs.

“Mhm, soon as Tony's done, I'm all yours.”

“Hand,” Tony says.

I lean across the table with my hand extended towards him. He takes the hand he was poking at moments ago from its stand and lines it up with mine, measuring each finger against one another. He mutters to himself as he pulls it away and flexes the joints before placing it back on the stand. He places his fists on his hips and glares at the offending machinery.

“Something wrong?” I ask.

“No, it’s just becoming more and more obvious that this project is going to take longer than I’d like.” He frowns. “Sorry, kid.”

“Tony, I’m fine with one arm.”

Tony hums. “If you weren’t such a hothead, I’d bust something out using spare suit parts.”

“It’d just melt.” I sigh. “It’d be kind of cool to have a flashy arm, though.”

Tony perks up. “Really?”

I shrug. “Maybe one day, and maybe not red and gold.”

“Well you’re just no fun.” I laugh and he waves me off. “I’ll have to drag you back here in a few days when I have more materials, but you’re free to go now.”

Bucky nods once to Tony and takes my hand to lead me from the lab.

“Where are we going?” I ask.

“Our room,” he says simply.

“Oh?” I smile. “Since when is it ‘our’ room?”

“Since we’ve been sleeping in the same bed for the past two weeks.” He looks down at me, eyes searching mine. “Is that okay?”

“Yeah,” I nod and squeeze his hand. “Yeah, that’s definitely okay.”

He bites the corner of his lip in an attempt to hide his grin and he pulls me down the hall. I happily follow him, laughing as our socked feet slide along the linoleum. In our room, Bucky tells me to sit on the bed and places a laptop in front of me on the comforter. The screen flickers to life when a video call rings through and Bucky situates himself behind me, arms wrapped around my middle, and I answer the call.

“(Y/N)? Can you hear me?”

I gasp when my friend comes into focus. “Melissa, is that you?”

“(Y/N), it’s so good to hear from you!” She grins and waves and I wave back. “How are you doing? Wanda said you ripped your arm off!”

I laugh. “I did rip my arm off, yeah. Luckily I already lost it once, so the second round is a little easier.”

“Don’t say that, you still ripped your arm off!” She shifts uneasily in her seat. “Are you recovering alright?”

“Of course. Bucky makes sure I get enough rest and I'm not allowed to do much while I'm down one arm.” She continues to fidget and I frown. "Is everything alright?"

"It's just… you were protecting me. If you weren't distracted you might've been able to avoid all of this."

"Melissa, listen to me, this isn't your fault. I made my own choices that day and protecting you was one of them. You didn't make me do anything."

"But-"

"I'm not gonna fight with you on this one. You're one of my people. I protect my people, full stop. That's it." I try to reassure her with a smile. "Wounds heal and prosthetics can be rebuilt, but you can't replace people. I'll be fine eventually, but I never would've recovered if I'd lost you."

She sniffles and nods. "Okay."

“How are you, though?” I ask. “I haven’t heard much from you since I woke up. Are you still up at the Compound?”

“Yeah, Wanda and Pietro are keeping me company while Wanda works her mind magic on me.” She grins. “They helped me find my family. Soon as I’m done here, I can go back home.”

“That’s amazing! Have you talked to them at all?”

“Almost every day since I tracked them down! My brother has kids now, which is crazy to me.” She laughs and shakes her head. “Half of me expected him to be single til he died.”

“I’m so happy for you.”

She glances over her shoulder when Wanda calls her name. “Looks like I have to go.”

“Okay. We’ll talk again soon, right?”

“Obviously, we’re family, (Y/N).” She smiles and leans in close to the camera. “Talk to you later!”

“See you later!” She waves and I wave back till the call goes dead. I lean back against Bucky and he tucks his chin into the crook of my neck. “Did you organize this?”

“Mhm,” he hums. “I know you’ve been worried about her. Figured you’d wanna talk to her at some point.”

“Thank you.”

I turn my head and Bucky moves back, only to press his forehead to mine. I cover his cheek with my hand when he brushes his nose against mine. He sighs softly and his breath fans out against my lips.

“Is this okay?” he murmurs.

“Yes,” I answer. I move my hand to the back of his neck. “Is this all you wanted?”

“No,” he admits. His arms tighten around my middle and I smile. “I’m not good at asking for what I want.”

“That’s okay.” I pull away, taking in the look of worry on his face. “What if I tell you what I want?”

“Okay.”

“I’d really like to kiss you.”

“Are you gonna run off and tell Stark about it as soon as it’s over?” he jokes.

“Nah, he can hear about the next one.”

Bucky smiles and I turn in his arms to face him. I trace along his jawline with one finger and lean in to bump my nose against his. Bucky takes my face in his hands and kisses me, tentatively at first, brushing his lips against mine, until I push forward and kiss him back. I feel his mouth curve into a smile against my lips and his fingers curl into my hair. He pulls away, too soon for my liking, and rests his forehead against mine.

“So,” he says. “You and Stark were talking about pet names, huh?”

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TASK 12 : : FAMILY PROFILE @gallaghertasks​

M E E T   T H E   M A R T I N S

Ervin Martin ( Cress Williams - 50 ) 

Lana Martin ( Christine Adams - 46 ) 

Imani Martin ( Nafessa Williams - 23 )

Isaiah Martin ( Kofi Siriboe - 23 ) 

Sunshine Martin ( China Anne McClain - 20 ) 

Goof Martin ( A Cool Ass Pug - 10 ) 

A family from a small town in Alabama, the Martins are the best example of close. A family that practice love, self worth, religion, and trust. There will always be up and downs and moments when they’ll fight with each other but that doesn’t change the fact that they love each other. But watch out, I heard if you mess with one of them, the entire family will kick your ass ( even the dog, I heard he has a mean ol’ bite ! )

Ervin & & Lana Martin : : Papa & & Mama 

Sunny absolutely love her parents, even if she hates how much they baby her. She’s the prime example of a ‘ daddy’s girl ‘ as Ervin constantly dotes on her and gets her whatever she wants. If she needs money, he’ll put it onto her card. If she needs a new laptop, he’s already looking at a bunch on BestBuy. If she needs food, he’s pulling her out of class early so that the two of them can go to McDonalds for lunch. However, because she’s his princess, Ervin was wary of allowing Sunny to attend Gallagher and pursue a career in espionage. But he’s aware that she needs to grow up and live her life however she wants, so he supports her no matter what. 

It’s her mother who worries about her constantly and it has to do with how soft Sunny is. Extra work and care is put into taking care of the youngest Martin. Lana didn’t want her children to enter the world of espionage like her, just because of how dangerous it is. Especially not Sunny, which is why she made a big uproar when her daughter chose this career path. But in the end, she lets her go ( it just means that breaks are spent training and testing her intelligence ). 

Ervin works as a 12th English teacher and Lana as a field agent for a local spy agency in Alabama.  

Imani & & Isaiah Martin : : OG Squad

The best older siblings in the entire world! Her number one supporters and her og squad. It’s with Imani that she can talk about boys ( and now girls and nb folks ! ) with, fangirling over Chris Brown back in their youth, and making fun of Isaiah whenever he tries to act ‘ cool ‘. Her older sister is everything that she wants to be. Expressive, intelligent, and not one to back down from a fight. If anyone would try to mess with Sunny, Imani was always the one to throw hands first and ask questions later. 

Then there’s Isaiah, the ‘ cool ‘ older brother. A lady’s man, a fantastic singer, and just like his twin, apart of the popular crowd. Despite being the calm twin, him and Imani constantly argue with each other like cats and dogs. It’s because he constantly tries her despite knowing that his sister will fight him. But with Sunny? That’s his little sister and he would do anything to make her happy. Singing her favorite songs whenever she’s sad, taking her on random drives after school, and watching a Disney movie of her choice every Friday night. An amazing big brother if you ask her. 

Both Imani and Isaiah were reached out to by a Gallagher and Blackthorne recruiter. If they were here, Imani would’ve been a R&D + Threat Elimination major while Isaiah would’ve majored in S&F + Covert Ops. 

Goof Martin : : The Family Favorite ( barf ) 

Not much to say, just that Goof is like the little brother that Sunny never wanted <3. He’s lazy, takes up 80% of her bed at night, and always forces her to share her fries. But no matter what, Sunny loves that pug and would do anything for him. Goof doesn’t show it ( he’s a boujee ass dog ), he does love Sunny and whined for a week straight when she moved out. 

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ChrisXClarisse Baby Headcanons

I’ve had these headcanons for a while, and I’ve written about them in a few different ways and stories, so sorry if some of these are repeats or revisions of things you’ve already read, sorry. 

This is also, stupid long, so maybe one day I’ll undertake actually making this a fic. 

If you want more details on any part of this, or an additional part (because I have headcanons for all 3 of their kids) just drop me an ask. 

Clarisse learns she’s pregnant at the beginning of November. She’s 23 and in her final year of her education Master’s program. Chris is 24 and in his last year of law school. 

She doesn’t tell Chris that she thinks she’s pregnant, because she’s sure she can’t be. But then the test is positive. So she takes a few more, and they’re all positive. She goes to Planned Parenthood, and the confirm it. They give her prenatal vitamins to start taking and give her information on pregnancy, birth, and abortion to help her weigh her options.

She still doesn’t tell Chris. She decides that she wants to decide on her own if she wants to keep the baby or not, and then tell him. That way, if they disagree on what to do, she can be comfortable in her choice, and they can break up if they think it’s appropriate. 

And then at the end of the first week she realizes she doesn’t think she can make this decision without him. But then she gets more anxious because she’s waited so long to tell him. She puts it off for another three days. 

Then, on Thursday morning, when she’s about seven weeks pregnant, she wakes up with morning sickness for the first time. Chris had already left for class, but Pollux (who was living with them at the time) hadn’t. He hears her getting sick and goes into the bathroom to check on her and bring her water. 

When she feels like she’s not going throw up for a while, she leans back against the bathtub, and Pollux asks whats wrong. She’s been so stressed and scared for a week and a half that him asking that just makes her cry, because she feels so guilty and scared. 

He just holds her until she finally tells him that she’s pregnant. The first thing he asks is “Does Chris know?” And then she cries more. Pollux figures that means ‘no.’

When she stops crying and throwing up, she explains why she hasn’t told Chris yet. 

“I get why you haven’t,” Pollux tells her. “This is huge, and it’s scary. But Chris loves you, and he’ll understand. You guys love each other and you’ll work this out together.” 

Clarisse agrees that Pollux is right and resolves to tell Chris when he gets home. 

Chris, meanwhile, has been able to tell that Clarisse has been acting strange. So when he gets home and she’s sitting on the couch, looking nervous, and and says “I need to talk to you,” he worries that she’s going to break up with him. 

She’s pacing in their room while he sits on the bed, waiting for her to say something. 

“Is everything okay? What’s going on? Reese, talk to me.” 

“I’m pregnant.” She finally says. 

His first thought is relief that she’s not going to break up with him. And then panic. “What?” 

“I’m pregnant.” She says. “I’m sorry.” 

“What, no, no, it’s okay, you don’t need to apologize,” he stood up and hugged her. “Everything’s gonna be okay. Are you sure?” 

She pulled away and looked down, “Yeah, I ... I’ve known for a little while.” 

“What?” 

“I found out over a week ago. I’ve been to Planned Parenthood. I’m sure.” 

Chris was confused. “Why wouldn’t you tell me?” 

Clarisse: “I ... don’t ... I just wanted to know what I wanted to do about it, in case we disagreed. I didn’t want to make you raise a kid you didn’t want or not keep the baby you wanted. So I just figured --” 

Chris: “You wouldn’t tell me in case you wanted to break up with me over it?” 

Clarisse: “No ... I ... Look, what I realized was that I couldn’t make this decision without you!” 

Chris: “I hope not!” 

Clarisse: “I’m sorry! I know I should have told you, but ...” 

She sat down on the bed, and Chris sat down next to her, his anger subsiding when he saw how scared she looked. And she never looked scared.

“I’m sorry,” Chris said, “for getting angry. I just ... I don’t want you to worry that I’ll ever leave. We can figure this out together.” 

They make some tea and sit down to figure everything out together. 

They realize that the baby won’t be due until late June, which means they’ll both be done with school and hopefully have jobs. Chris was already slotted to take the Bar exam in February, and Clarisse had a lot of good connections to a number of private high schools in New York. So their job prospects were pretty good. And with the baby being born in the summer, they wouldn’t need a nanny or maternity leave for the first two months because Clarisse would be home anyway. 

After a few days of checking savings accounts, average costs, health insurance, and such, they decide to keep the baby. 

“I didn’t think that I would ever want kids,” Clarisse said when Chris asked, if money wasn’t an option, what she would want to do, “but I think, now that I’m pregnant, I kind of want this baby. 

Chris smiled, “I feel the same way.” 

So they decide to go for it. 

They are planning to visit Clarisse’s mom in Paris for Christmas, and Chris’s mom was going to go with them. So they figure they’ll tell their parents then. By then, Calrisse would be three months pregnant, so that would mean there was a lower chance of losing the baby. 

Meanwhile, Clarisse’s morning sickness is awful. She is throwing up every morning. It’s so bad that Chris buys her barf bags on Amazon so that she can actually travel to her campus when she has morning classes. 

They have a red-eye flight to France, so she feels like her body is a ticking time bomb. She warns the flight attendants, and she has an isle seat, but it’s still rough. 

She makes it off the plane without throwing up, but when they find Chris’s mom, Katerina, in the airport (she flew in a bit earlier from Michigan), Clarisse suddenly feels very ill. She runs to the bathroom, and Chris lies and tells his mom that she has the stomach flu. They’re planning on telling both parents at dinner. 

She makes it out of the bathroom, feeling like garbage, and then they finally find Clarisse’s step father, Jacque. She tells him she has the stomach flu as well. Twice on their way home she makes him pull over so she can throw up on the side of the road. 

Chris’s mom suspects she’s pregnant, but Clarisse’s step dad seems oblivious. 

When they get to Clarisse’s mom’s apartment, Clarisse runs in to go to the bathroom again. Chris goes to follow her, but Madeline stops him, and says she’ll go check on her so Chris can get settled. Jacque leaves to go get seltzer and flu medicine. 

So it’s just Chris and his mom in the living room. His mom can tell that he’s nervous about Clarisse being sick, so she said, “Don’t worry, this usually only lasts for the first trimester,” 

“I know, that’s what the OB said, but ...” Chris then realized what he had said. “Shit.” 

“Is she pregnant?”

“Yes,” Chris could tell that his mom didn’t look thrilled, “we’re really excited.” 

“It’s not going to be easy,” 

“We know,” 

“But if you’re happy, I’m happy for you.” Chris wasn’t sure he fully believed her, but that was good enough for now. 

“We were planning on telling people tonight, so please don’t say anything.” 

She agreed. 

Meanwhile, in the bathroom, Madeline handed Clarisse a dixi cup of water and flushed the toilet. “I’m sorry you’re not feeling well. How long have you been sick?”

Clarisse shrugged. “Not too long,” 

Madeline laughed, “Maybe you’re pregnant,” she joked. 

Clarisse leaned back on her heals, not looking at her mom, wondering if she might throw up. “I am.” She said. 

“Oh please, don’t be dramatic Clarisse, I was just joking.” 

“No, mamma. I’m pregnant,” she didn’t really have a baby bump yet, but you could feel the start of something if you rested a hand on her abdomen. “Chris and I have known for a month,” 

Madeline smiled. “Really? You’re really pregnant?” 

“Yeah,” 

“Are you happy?” 

Clarisse smiled too. Her mom was crying and laughing. “Yeah, we’re really excited.” 

Madeline hugged her. “Oh you’re going to be a much better mom than I was.” 

That made Clarisse laugh and cry. “Yeah, well, in your defense, I kind of sucked.” 

Madeline pulled away from the hug and looked at Clarisse very seriously. “Anything you need. Money, advice, help, please don’t be afraid to ask.” 

Clarisse hugged her again, and said, “I would just really like you to be there, when the baby is born.”

“Of course I will be,” 

“And also maybe some money.” 

When Clarisse was pretty sure she was okay, they walked back out. Clarisse could see that Chris looked panicked, and he could see that she looked happy. They had a silent conversation, before Clarisse pointed at Katerina and asked, “Does she know?” 

“Yeah, does she know.” 

“Yup.”

“Congrats you two!” Madeline said, hugging Chris. When Katerina saw how happy Madeline, and Chris and Clarisse were, she started to come around to the idea. She still didn’t like them having a baby so young, but was happy that at least they were happy. 

“Oh your step father is going to freak out,” Madeline tells her. 

He does. When he gets back, Clarisse tells him right away, and he’s so happy he just pulls her into a big hug. 

At sixteen weeks they decide to find out the sex. Clarisse guessed correctly - it’s a girl. 

They decided to name the baby Katherine, a family name on Chris’s side (hence his mother’s name). Clarisse has to promise her mom that if they have another girl in the future, they will name her Madeline. 

They move out in March after Chris takes the Bar, into the new demigod-safe apartment building in Brooklyn. Survivors of any of the major wars are allowed to live there rent-free, which is a huge boost to their income. 

At five month, Phobos and Demos find out that she’s pregnant, and scare her by making her think she’s having a miscarriage. Thankfully, Will lived upstairs in their building and assured her that she wasn’t miscarrying. 

They realize, though, that they should tell their fathers, finally. No one from camp expect Will (and therefore, Nico) and Pollux, and Chiron knew about the baby. They didn’t want it to be big news, because they didn’t want unsolicited opinions about it. 

Ares is actually not angry because “One of the best things my daughters can do is have sons.” 

Clarisse lets him believe it’s a boy. 

In April, she interviews at Gode High School, not knowing that the principal who was interviewing her was Percy’s step father. That’s how Percy and Annabeth find out. 

She get’s the job though. And Chris passed the Bar, and got a job at the firm he was working for as an intern. So they were going to be okay financially. 

The night before Clarisse goes into labor, Travis has a dream about them, and realizes he hasn’t seen his brother in years. He and Connor decide to go visit them. They remember that they live in the new Brooklyn apartments (the two of them live in the Manhattan apartments). The satyr doorman to their building tells them what apartment they’re in. 

When they get there, Chris opens the door, looking pale. 

“I’m sorry, guys now isn’t a good time,” they hear Clarisse scream from the bedroom, “we’re about to take Clarisse to the hospital.” 

“Oh my god, is everything okay?” Connor asks. 

Chris decides it’s not time to get into all the baby stuff. “Hopefully it’s just appendicitis.” 

Will walks out of the bedroom then and tells Chris they need to get headed to the hospital. The brothers wish them luck, and once they’re gone, Chris and Clarisse head out. 

Madeline and Katerina had been in town for a few days already, they met them at the hospital. 

Clarisse is in L&D for 12 hours, but the baby’s head is titled to the side, so she’s coming out shoulder first with her head against the uterine wall. They try a number of different things, but ultimately decide that Clarisse is in too much pain and the baby is in too much distress, so they move to a C section. Decision to incision is about ten minutes, but the baby is born healthy. 

When they hear the baby crying for the first time both parents start sobbing, because they had been so worried something would go wrong. 

The next morning, Chris is down at hospital cafeteria to get Clarisse something decent to eat and runs into Travis and Connor. 

“We’ve been looking for you,” they have a big “get well soon” ballon in their hand. “We didn’t know where you guys were and the lady at the desk wouldn’t tell us. Is Clarisse okay?” 

They figure she must be, since Chris can’t stop smiling. 

“Yeah, she’s recovering right now. Do you wanna see her?” 

So he takes them up, and the elevators open on the maternity ward.

“Oh my gods, did you guys not know you were pregnant?” 

Chris laughed. “No, we knew. I just lied to you yesterday.” He took them over to the viewing window and pointed to Katherine. “That’s her,” 

“You guys had a baby?” Connor asks. 

“We had a baby.” 

Chris looks over, and Travis is scribbling something on the balloon in sharpie. He turns it around and the balloon reads “Get well baby soon”

They go into Clarisse’s room to say hi. After a few minutes of catching up on the whole story, the nurses bring Katherine in and Travis and Connor each get to hold her. 

When they leave, another nurse comes in and says that the grandfather’s were there to visit. Clarisse tore the little pink hat off of Katherine’s head and hid it under the blankets. Chris stepped in close to her and the baby, knowing Clarisse couldn’t fight, no matter how much she wanted to, less than 24 hours after having major surgery. 

The interaction with Hermes and Ares is harmless, generally, but it’s clear that both still think the baby is a boy. They refuse to let either god hold her, which makes Ares mad, but Hermes tries to keep him calm. 

“Whatever,” he finally concedes, “he’ll still be one of my strongest warriors.” 

That made Clarisse mad. “He’s my son, not yours. You don’t get to claim him.”

“Whatever, girl.” And with that, the two gods leave. 

When they’re gone, Clarisse holds Katherine close to her chest and whispers, “Baby girl, I promise I won’t ever let him hurt you.” 

From then on, “baby girl” sticks as Katherine’s nickname. 

[duggardata]

Carson and Carolina are expecting... 😉

Breaking:  Carolina (Bowers) Bontrager is Expecting Her 2nd Child w/ Husband Carson!

Thanks for the tip, Anon!  On April 20, 2020, the Bontrager Family revealed via their family blog that their eldest son, Carson, is expecting a second child with his wife, Carolina.  C. Bontrager–Bowers #2 is due in the “late summer,” which they narrowed down to “late August,” in the comments.

Carson + Carolina married on September 1, 2017, at a double wedding shared with their siblings, Joshua + Cassidy (Bowers) Bontrager.  (Carson and Joshua are brothers and Bontragers.  Carolina and Cassidy are sisters and Bowerses.)  Carson + Lina welcomed their Firstborn, Jubilee Katherine, on July 15, 2018—i.e., 317 Days Later, and just 1 Day Before Joshua + Cassidy welcomed theirs.  Joshua + Cassidy announced their 2nd Pregnancy in December 2019, and are due in “spring.”  Carson + Lina’s 2nd Pregnancy Announcement has been late since June 2019.  (Ultimately, it was ~2.2 SDs Late.)

Just in case anyone is wondering if the Bontragers are really quiverfull...  They signed off this latest pregnancy announcement with this Bible passage—

“As arrows are in the hand of a mighty man; so are children of the youth.  Happy is the man that hath his quiver full of them...”  (Emphasis added.)

Barf.  Anyway...  Lina is due in “late August,” and, for now, we’ll assume a Due Date of August 24, 2020.  (That is the mid–point of the second part of August.)  Given an Estimated Due Date of August 24, 2020, C. Bontrager–Bowers #2′s Projected DOB is August 29, 2020.  (Since Lina went 5 Days Late w/ Jubilee.)  That would result in a Child #1–to–Child #2 Spacing of 776 Days (25.2 Months).  Assuming, as the Predictor does, that Carson + Carolina they will maintain that pace until Lina’s Fertility Cut–Off, their ESOQ is now 8 Children (+1 Child).  (If you’re wondering how it can increase despite them being late, it’s because the Predictor rescheduled their announcement for June 2020, and expected them to announce a lot earlier in the pregnancy.  Carolina announced Pregnancy #1 at 13 Weeks Along...  This time around, she’s ~23 Weeks!)

As a result of the Pregnancy Announcement, the Bontrager Family’s 2nd Child Multiplier shifted fairly significantly—from 1.7014x to 1.9241x.  As a result, the Estimated Total # of Grandchildren dropped from 89 to 83 Grandchildren, as a result of Mitchell, Allison, Denver, Lincoln, Elizabeth, Hudson, and Rebecca all seeing their ESOQ decrease by 1 Child, while Carson’s increases by 1 Child.

Interesting stuff!

[xserpentlife]

50 questions tag !

Tagged by no one but I saw @romanticgumchewer do it and thought it was cool so

1.) What color is your hairbrush?

so like i have bout 5 probably but now i only use one in the shower ad its this turqiouse bue color cause ya’ll if you got frizz or curls dont brush ya hair really at all just use ya fingers but also do it with conditioner and in the shower

2.) Name a food you never eat

freaking seafood eh blegh

3.) Are you usually too warm or too cold?

warm. all. the. time.

4.) What were you doing 45 minutes ago?

uhm swimming... no dinner and smelling disgusting seafood that made me wanna barf cause thsts whst my aunt/uncle and grandparents were making for dinner

5.) What’s your favorite candy bar?

oo idk uhm crunch noooo a flake bar they are from europe no like ireland i think so fucking good lemme tell you

6.) Have you ever been to a professional sports game?

yeah. Eagles, flyers, and phillies, and the reading phillies if you count them, oh and the 76ers and some college gsmes i think that is it

7.) What’s the last thing you said out loud?

nope i don’t want a smore

8.) What’s your favorite ice cream?

yall i got so many lemme get you on this shit. okay so ben and jerrys we talkin then its gottabe phish phood oj shit, but like all in al my fav is black raspberry tbh but also like i do keto so i do love me some coffee ice cream cause i can usually find that in “keto” ones. i like keto enlightened ice cream bars they are decent and low carb

9.) What was the last thing you had to drink?

crystal light or it may have been turkey hill diet green tea

10.) Do you like your wallet?

i mean yeah its a black michael kors it does it purpose lol, mostly i like it cause it has a lot of space for cards which like all my gift cards go there the only thing i don’t like is that the bitch gets hela heavy when coins get in it like jesus

11.) What’s the last thing you ate?

ham and cheese roll ups for diner cause they had fuckin seafood lol boutta be carots, but also wasn’t that hungry lol

12.) Did you buy any new clothes last weekend?

nope!

13.) What’s the last sporting event you watched?

i believe that it was UFC

14.) What is your favorite flavor of popcorn?

butter or white cheddar

15.) Who’s the last person you sent a text to?

my best friends so my friend from vegas and @wayward-river

16.) Ever go camping?

yep!

17.) Do you take vitamins?

i take a probiotic

18.) Do you go to church every Sunday?

nope

19.) Do you have a tan?

yupppp

20.) Do you prefer Chinese or pizza?

oooo uhm depends on what type of piza but ima say pizza... i have a cheese addiction

21.) Do you drink soda through a straw?

i don’t drink soda anymore

22.) What color socks do you usually wear?

vans socks in literally any color usually not black i try to get colored ones cause if i get the black i can never tell te old from the new unless they are like streched out or somethin

23.) Do you ever drive above the speed limit?

uhm yes lol. its my downfall but also like either go the speed limit or go 5 miles over do not go under becuase that is just not an option

24.) What terrifies you?

many things.

25.) Look to your left, what to you see?

flowers

26.) What chore do you hate the most?

vacuuming the sound drives me nuts. or no putting away laundry like hanging it up idk why i hate it but i do lik ill wash shit and fold it but actuly putting it way drives me nuts

27.) What do you think when you hear an Australian accent?

uhm hiiii but also adelaide idk why

28.) What’s your favorite soda?

dont drink it i drink ice drinks instead or the safeway brand sparkling water

29.) Do you go in fast food or in the drive through?

drive through

30.) What’s your favorite number?

24

31.) Who’s the last person you talked to?

in person? my little cousin

32.) Favorite cut of beef?

chicken just so many things can be done. chicken parm, grilled chicken, bbq chicken need i go on

33.) Last song you listened to?

welp i checked spotfy we were at the pool and it was me and my little cousin i was playing ehr playlist so it was did i mention from descendants hahah

34.) Last book you read?

oh god uhm i have no idea 

35.) Can you say the alphabet backwards?

no unless i go throguh the whole thing letter...... by.... letter

36.) Favorite day of the week?

thursday

37.) How do you like your coffee?

Iced with heavy cream i prefer cold brew or espresso tho, but usually cold brew

38.) Favorite pair of shoes?

Vans

39.) Time you normally wake up?

10- 10:30 sometimes 9

40.) Sunrise or sunsets?

sunsets

41.) How many blankets on your bed?

usually just my comforter sometimes my comforter and one or two otehrs dring the winter cause i like to be cold and keep my window open i keep my bedroom door closed and the heat in my room off

42.) Describe your kitchen plates?

i live with my aprents im still in college but when im at school rndoms hit that is cheap 

43.) Describe your kitchen at the moment?

tiny dorm kitchen or it will be first on campus apartment that looks like an insane asylum checkkkkkkk

44.) Do you have a favorite alcoholic drink?

i mean its not legal to sayyyyy

45.) Do you play cards?

yes omggggg my grandma s from the south i grew up on card games 500 rummy, oh hell too, i played poker with my grandpa to and 21

46.) What color is your car?

dark blue... kiki

47.) Can you change a tire?

yeppp!

48.) Your favorite state, province, country, etc.?

uhm idk i live in pennsylvania but I wouldn’t say i have a favorite state at least not yet

49.) Favorite job you’ve had?

I worked at this axe throwing place and honestly it was my favorite job i had. I was an axe master I basicaly taght people how to throw axes and like led mini games for hour long sessions it was hella fun, but my college scheldue and doctors appt got in the way so i got let go but it was fun while it lasted. or my own business i do photography on the side so that is also amazing and i absolutely love it and ned to do more of it.

50.) How did you get your biggest scar?

oh god i don’t even know.. i have huge scards from my chronic skin condition so either that orrrr maybe the scar on my leg it is not that big though like size of a nickel where a kick stand went into my leg, a lot of my scars are smaller or like blend into my skin fairly ell cause of my other scars or honestly i forget about them cause. i hae so many so i realy am not sure.

i tag @wayward-river @the-gargoyle-queen @whenallsaidanddone @riverdalebingo @theangriestpea @southsidevixen-blog

[thelittlefanpire]

The 100 Ask Game

okay, I was searching through @dylanobrienisbatman’s echo tag for some head canons awhile back and stumbled upon this! I’ve tweaked it a little and added some things from S5 and omg this is so fun! thanks to whoever made this ask game! S6 STARTS TONIGHT!

1. What Station on the Ark would you be from?

Farm Station. I grew up in the south and my great/grandparents all owned farms so yeah, probably Farm Station.

2. What would you get arrested for on the Ark?

I think this happened to a character in the book...I would probably get locked up for getting pregnant as a teen! lol

3. Would you take off your wristband when you landed on the ground?

If Bellamy Blake asked me to, you bet I would.

4. What would the necklace Finn would make for you look like? (Clarke: deer/Raven: a raven duh..)

an eagle 🦅

5. If you could resurrect any MINOR character who would it be?

WELLS DESERVED BETTER JAHA

6. Create a squad of 5 characters to go on missions with. Who are they?

The Leaders: Bellamy Blake & Clarke Griffin

The Brains: Raven Reyes & Monty Green

The Muscle : Lincoln kom Trikru

7. What Grounder Clan would you belong to you?

Geographically, I would probably reside in Trikru somewhere. But I really want to live in Shallow Valley. I wish we had seen more of that clan!

8. What would your name be in Trigedasleng? (example: Octavia=Okteivia…just make it up!)

sara - sera ? I don’t know. lol

9. Thoughts on Finn? Some people hate him, and others love him, so I’m curious

He was okay in the beginning. I was pissed when I found out he had a girlfriend in space and was trying to get with Clarke on the ground. I did not like him at all in S2! The guy really lost it in the end.

10. Be honest. How willing would you have been to take the chip without knowing all the horrible things it does?

I would have been able to resist in the beginning. Maybe took a step back to watch others take it first. But peer pressure, man. I would have given in eventually.

11. What character do you relate to most?

Clarke Griffin. She’s been isolated a lot and that’s something I relate to. And her Mama Bear instincts.

12. What character do you like the least?

S1- Finn, S2- Cage Wallace, S3- Pike, S4- Echo, S5- Kara Cooper

13. Describe your delinquent outfit. (Would you wear something like Murphy’s jacket with the spikey red shoulder patch or have a trademark like Jasper’s goggles? Be creative, yet practical)

Clarke’s soda tab jacket or Raven’s red bomber jacket!

14. Favorite type of mutant animal?

The blue butterflies! 🦋

15. What would your job be on the Ark?

A teacher! Teaching Earth History! Oh, that sounds amazing.

16. Would you have willingly pumped Ontari’s heart if Abby asked?

Barf.

17. If Lexa wasn’t Heda, but she was still alive then who would have made the best commander?

Luna. Is there any other answer but Luna?

Nightblood aside, I think Octavia (with Lincoln still alive to influence her) would be a cool choice too.

18. How would you act if you ate the hallucinogenic nuts like Jasper and Monty?

Paranoid af.

19. How would you have dealt with Charlotte’s crime? A more John Murphy approach or Bellamy Blake approach?

Bellamy Blake approach.

20. Who should have been the Chancellor, if anyone?

I don’t care who is the Chancellor, but Clarke Griffin is in charge. lol. Kane was the best leader for Skaikru on the ground.

21. Would you have been on Pike’s side like Bellamy or on Kane’s side? Or Clarke in Polis?

Kane’s side! Viva la revolución!

22. Mount Weather had a lot of modern commodities. (example: Maya’s Ipod) What is the one thing you would snatch while there?

Chocolate. All the chocolate!

23. What would your Grounder tattoos look like? Hairstyle? War paint?

Tattoos: let me get that eagle across my back or on my sternum that I’ve always wanted

Hairstyle: the most epic Harper style braid please

War paint: no thanks

24. Favorite quote?

”In peace, may you leave this shore.

In love, may you find the next.

Safe passage on your travels,

until our final journey to the ground.

May we meet again.”

-The Traveler’s Blessing

Or literally anything Bellamy Blake says. lol

25. If all of the characters were in the Hunger Games, who would have the best shot at winning?

I feel like as unlikely as it is, the show really has Octavia set up as Warrior Princess Goddess Hero and she would win. lol. As far as forming alliances and making it to the end...Clarke Griffin could make it with Bellamy Blake by her side throwing back nighlock berries till the end.

26. Least favorite ship? Favorite canon ship? Favorite non canon ship? NOT INCLUDING CL OR BC OR BE

Least: Mackson

Favorite canon: Zaven

Favorite non-canon: Sea Mechanic

27. A song that should be included in the next season? If there had to be another guest star like Shawn Mendes on the show, who would you want to make a cameo?

Radioactive needs to make another appearance in S6

Musical Guest Star: how about Hozier?

28. What would you do if you were stuck in the bunker with Murphy for all that time?

We’d probably go crazy.

29. Your an extra that gets killed off. How do you die?

Bellamy Blake choking me to death... (can’t believe this took me so long to answer. Is there really any other answer from me?)

30. A character you’d like to learn more about and get flashbacks of?

I would have liked more flashbacks of Roan and Luna and Lincoln. Spacekru on the Ring. Emori? Harper? literally everyone, right?

31. A character you’d bang?

Bellamy Blake. All day. Every day.

32. Would you stay in the Bunker? Go up to Space? Or live on your own in Eden?

SPACE!

33. In the Bunker, would you follow Octavia? What would you do to pass the time underground?

Sure. I don’t think I’d have much of a choice. I’d probably help take care of all the little kids!

34. What crime would you commit in the Bunker that lands you in the fighting pits?

Okay, so the way my life works I would probably get pregnant...again. And steal some blankets or something that I needed for all my kids. I’m not even going to front and say I survive that fighting pit sooo hope Blodreina trains them little squirts well!

35. Up in Space, who would you bond with first? Who would be the most difficult for you to get along with?

I’m instantly bonding with Harper. She’s the sweetest.

I’m going to be a little leary of Bellamy Blake during his Clarke ‘I left her behind’ Griffin Depression hour. So he’s probably really mopey and moody. And let’s just avoid him for a while.

36. How long do you think you would last on Earth by yourself?

Two weeks? I’d probably starve to death.

37. When the Eligius ship lands what do you do?

HIDE! And then spy on them. Figure out who they are and if they’re friendly. Go to them for help if they are. Take them all out in their sleep if they’re not.

38. Favorite Eligius character? Least favorite?

Miles Ezekiel ‘Zeke’ Shaw!

That creepy Kodiak guy.

39. Would you Spacewalk?

Hell yes!

40. Would you prefer to eat Windshield Bugs, Space Algae, or Bunker Meat?

Bugs, definitely bugs.

41. Would you start a war for the last spot of green on earth? What would your solution be to avoid it?

I’d fight for it.

42. Would you rather dig out flesh-eating worms or stick thumb drives into bullet holes?

BAND-AIDS DON’T FIX BULLET HOLES — AND NEITHER DO THUMB DRIVES. That was such a clever move. I’m going with thumb drives over worms. I hate the worm scene. gross!

43. Are you willing to poison your sister for the Traitor Who You Love? What would you do to stop Octavia?

I’m not a big fan of my sister, so yes. Was there any easier way to stop Octavia? I mean, Clarke wanted to kill her. They wanted to protect Madi. As much as that scene pained me I think Bellamy did the right thing soooo I would poison her.

44. Would you go to sleep in cryo or stay awake like Marper?

Stay asleep. Unless I’m living my entire life with Bellamy Blake by my side I dont want it.

45. Who are you waking up first to explore the new planet?

JR isn’t going to give it to us so I’m waking up Octavia so her and Jordan can have a First One on the Ground Pilot parallel!

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