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sylvia-plaths-fig-pie · 11 months ago

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Silver Linings ♡ Sam Winchester

Being duty solicitor was your least favourite bit about your 'training'. You didn't need supervision for it, which made it all the more boring. If you were with Cathy (your supervisor) then maybe, maybe, you could've enjoyed it. But no, you were stuck alone waiting.

Usually a duty solicitor would wait at home for a call that an attorney-less potential criminal was brought in who needed legal rep. But unfortunately for you, you didn't have a car. And since it was 11 at night the buses had long since stopped in this rural southern state you called home.

So you were simply sitting in the police station, waiting. Where you would wait all night. You went from being a 'hot shot' Stanford law student, to a trainee solicitor abandoned at a tiny police station.

You never wanted to go into criminal law, that was never the plan. You wanted corporate law, you wanted money, but more than anything you wanted to escape. Escape the very town that you were in right now. Escape the family that you now live with.

You kept telling yourself that maybe, just maybe, when you're fully qualified you can go to the city. But with your mothers bad health and your father out of the picture, well that wasn't really an option.

So for now you waited, and waited, and waited.

At some point between 1am and 2am you must have fallen asleep as you startled when an old, and tired, police officer shook you awake.

"Got two in for you." He said gruffly, "wanted for all sorts of stuff, we caught them grave robbin', but they're wanted for theft and murder and a whole host of stuff."

You blinked at him as his words slowly sank in.

Murder? You questioned in your head. It dawned on you that you may be sitting face to face with the people who'd been killing the young women in the town. No killing was too kind a word. They were brutally murdered their hearts ripped out.

You suddenly felt very sick, but this is what you wanted. If you were to stay in criminal law it would be beneficial to represent some prolific killers, your moral compass will survive.

"Wh-" you began but his loud and obnoxious yawn cut you off.

"Where are they?" You asked once he'd finished, trying to hide your slight terror.

"I'll show you to the interview room." He said as he walked away, jingling his keys in his hand. You followed him quickly, maybe this night wouldn't be so boring after all.

Before he opened the door, you quickly pulled your hair up into a smart updo (a quick knott) with a silver hair pin. It was your lucky charm. You've never given bad advice, lost a moot trial or failed an exam when you wore it. You weren't superstitious or anything, but you had a feeling with the two offenders you were going to face, you needed all the luck you could get.

When he unlocked the door for you, you weren't prepared for what you saw.

"Here's the file on them," the police officer said as you turned your attention back to him.

"Oh, thank you," you accepted the file as he turned to go, closing the door and subsequently locking it behind.

The two men sitting in front of you were cuffed to the table, sitting on chairs quite frankly too small for them.

They both looked unfazed by the whole process, if anything they looked annoyed, not scared or worried, just pissed.

That normally would have proved to be unusual, especially in such a town where all the offenders that walked in you knew by name. But you were shocked by something else.

Maybe you were still asleep?

This couldn't be right, surely?

There, one of the men sitting in front of you, was your old law rival. The one who pushed you to be top of your class. The only other person you knew with a full scholarship. The only person you knew that dropped out when he had so much potential.

Sam Winchester.

He dropped out after a fire killed his girlfriend, Jess, a lovely girl. Everyone thought it would be just a year out, but it wasn't. Naturally rumours circulated, but that didn't change the fact that Sam Winchester dropped out and you never saw him again.

Until now.

With several murder charges, accessory to murder, theft, robbery, burglary, identity theft, fraud, and grave robbing.

You quickly looked up and down the file as you seated yourself opposite them.

"So," you began unsure what to say, "you boys are facing a lot of charges."

Dean, Sam's older brother (you learned from the file) gave a slight laugh at your remark.

"You don't say..." He remarked. He nudged Sam slightly, to get him to laugh but he didn't. Instead he stared. He just stared at you.

"Sammy?" Dean asked, almost concerned, but more amused at his silence.

"I would say it's good to see you again Sam, but I would have rather seen you on the other side of this table." You said rather bluntly, you didn't have time for small talk, you needed them to respect you and know that you're good at your job, or at least will be when you're fully qualified.

"You know this chic?" Dean asked, eyebrows raised.

"I-" Sam began but it was clear he didn't know what to say. I could read it in his eyes, I reminded him of a past, I reminded him of a future that could have been.

"We went to Stafford together," you said avoiding both brothers' eyes, "briefly," you added, "it doesn't prove to be a conflict of interest so I'm fine to represent you further should you need it."

They both simply stared at you, then gave each other a knowing look, then they turned back to you.

You couldn't read them, well you couldn't read Dean at least. Sam looked pained, like he didn't want me to be here. But there was something else. It felt like he was sorry. Sorry for what was something you couldn't quite work out.

"So," you said, "you have quite a lengthy list of suspected felonies, most of which carry life sentences. Due to the expenses of trials if you plead guilty a deal could be made, if not you're at the mercy of a jury, and if your trial is down this way then I don't fancy your chances. Of course only plead guilty if you are."

You reeled of the standard advice, truly you weren't well versed in what to do with serious charges relying on old law school knowledge.

"Any questions?" You asked.

They looked at eachother again, Dean strangely wiggling his eyebrows at Sam. In response the younger brother just rolled his eyes.

He looked similar to how he did at school. His eyes were still hazel with hints of green, his hair was still quite long and messy, he was tall even sitting down he had an imposing quality. But there were small differences. He held himself with a tension only found in old war veterans, his hair was just uncomfortably long for him, annoying him. But the biggest difference was in his eyes, the hope and joy that he once had were replaced with fear, mistrust and a hardness you'd never seen before. He was haunted.

"What are our odds like?" Dean asked, leaning back in his chair, he was too relaxed. He wanted to be here, and you couldn't figure out why.

You studied him briefly before answering. "Not good." There was no point lying to them. "But with your track record I'm assuming you're planning to make it out before trial."

"No we're-" Sam began but you held up a hand to silence him.

"Attorney client privilege, I'm not ratting on you." You clarified, "but I'm assuming this won't be the last time you're caught, I can take care of any personal issues you need me to deal with, and I can give you my card with my contact info."

"You won't be a qualified solicitor yet will you?" Sam asked, looking you properly in the eyes for the first time.

"I will be in a month," you clarified, "I've already gotten a few deals through, good deals, I've gotten clients acquitted on a technicality which if I had ful access to your file outside of this police station I can try and find one in your case. If not I can always advise you on some 'hypothetical' situations you may find yourself in."

He looked at you, really looked at you, if you didn't know any better you would say he looked proud.

But you did know better. Sam Winchester was never your friend. He was barely your acquaintance. The only reason you knew him was because of a sort of academic rivalry you shared. You pushed on another to do better. Until you couldn't. He dropped out. You stayed. And your mind hadn't thought about him since.

Well, you didn't think about him often at least.

"Thank you," he said with almost a whisper.

"You know you're the best lawyer we've had," Dean began, "most act like we did all that shit and have no reason to be treated like people."

"It doesn't matter what I think, being 'guilty' doesn't mean you're morally innocent, just legally."

Dean looked at you, slightly confused by your remark.

"God, you sound like professor Williamson." Sam laughed, breaking a slightly awkward silence.

"I mean he was my fav..." you said almost shyly. To say he was your favourite was an understatement, he was basically like a father to you. He was like that with Sam as well.

When Sam left, it left a hole in Williamson's heart. A whole that you don't think was ever really filled.

"He would've been everyone's favourite if he didn't give people 1000 essays." Sam laughed, reminiscing on your shared school time.

"The essays were fun." You commented, catching the role of Dean's eyes in your peripheral vision.

"I mean yeah," he agreed, "but most people don't like essays."

"Well most people didn't get an academic scholarship." You countered.

"We were the only two." He said almost solemnly and that look of mourning what his future could have been was back on his face.

You kept your last remark inside, choosing not to open an already newly exposed wound.

When you graduated top of your class they mentioned how you were the only one of the law cohort to get a full ride. Sam, to faculty members, was a distant memory. Well he was to everyone but professor Williamson.

They gave tributes to Jess at your graduation but not Sam. It was like he never existed. Like he was never there. It hurt like hell. But what hurt even more was that no one seemed to notice. Sam was an old story, the boy whose life got flipped on its head after his girlfriend died in a freak accident.

"Not that I don’t like this trip down memory lane but..." Dean gestured towards the clock behind me. I turned, it was nearing 3am, the time all the young girls had been murdered.

As I turned back towards them, they pulled away from each other it was clear that they were whispering.

"Do you want to share with the class?" You asked, concerned at the sudden change of atmosphere with the brothers.

"How old are you?" Dean asked, rather bluntly.

You thought about giving a remark about how people should never ask a lady's age but thought better of it given the strange change in atmosphere.

"Twenty-five." You said, slightly concerned.

Sam quirked an eyebrow confused, Dean looked worried.

"I skipped two grades," you quickly explained, "why?"

"She's the same age as the others," Dean commented.

Sam nodded, slightly panicked now.

You knew they were talking about the young women being killed. And you could tell that they weren't the murderers. That being said, it begged the question, who was it?

"Are you going to tell me what relevance this has given your current situation?"

"Well-" Sam began but was cut off by a police officer opening the door.

"Miss, are you okay here?" A young-ish police officer stuck his head in the room, his eyes fixing on you. You squirmed in your seat, his eyes made you go cold.

"Excuse me, officer?" You questioned as you stood up and turned to face the police officer.

"Smith." He gave you his last name.

"Officer Smith, in case you aren't aware of correct procedure here you don't interrupt meetings with council, there are strict confidentiality rules in place. Now leave and I won't report you to your superior, open this door without my permission again and I'll see you fired." You told him bluntly. For some reason there was a lot of activity for 3 in the morning.

He lingered, eyes roaming over you, a wolfish glint in his eyes. "I was informing you that i'm the only officer on shift so if you need anything come to me." Then with a curt nod he closed the door.

When you turned back around Sam and Dean were mouthing indistinct words to one another.

"What?" You asked, worrying more and more by the second.

"We're sorry to do this," Sam said.

You looked at him confused for a moment before you realised what had happened.

The cuffs were off.

In the time you had your back to them they had managed to silently pick the locks, without you or the officer realising.

You looked Sam in the eyes, he looked genuinely sorry but strangely determined.

No.

No. No. No.

Your mind raced, they couldn't could they?

You'd been so ready to help them, so prepared to take an outlandishly bold case. And this is what happens.

"Officer Smith!" You cried as loud as you could.

"Shit, shit, shit," Dean grumbled, "not him jesus christ you'd think you'd want to die, we don't even have any silver 'round here!"

Just as you were about to start questioning things the door burst open to your relief.

Thank god there was an officer to deesculate the situation. You were so relieved. You felt lighter, you felt relief.

Relief that lasted mere seconds as when you turned to face the officer, your supposed rescuer, it wasn't who or rather what you thought it would be.

It wasn't officer Smith, although the creature that stepped out bore an uncanny resemblance to him.

His nails were now sharp, long claws, he now had fangs and eyes resemble those of a wolf rather than of a man.

Your heart dropped.

"Any bright ideas sammy?" Dean asked as he pushed you and Sam into a corner.

"Not unless you have any silver." Sam replied, it was clear his mind was racing at 100 miles an hour.

"What the hell do you need silver for?!" You questioned as you were hiding in a corner behind Sam.

"Silver kills werewolves." Sam explained, surprisingly calm.

"Werewolves?!" You exclaimed, it felt like your whole world was falling to pieces in front of you. "You're saying that he's a werewolf?!"

"Yeah, which is why we really need silver or we're all dead." You were shocked at the bluntness of his response, however you were more shocked at the fact that he knew so much about werewolves. And words didn't even begin to explain how utterly confused, shocked and down right bewildered you were that werewolves actually existed. You wouldn't have believed him if it wasn't for your impending doom.

Suddenly an idea struck you.

You looked at Sam in the eyes. "And what, you just stab it with the silver and they're dead?"

"That's the gist of it, yeah."

You heard a loud smack as Dean collided with the wall.

Just as you were about to begin talking once more, the werewolf, officer smith, made its move to where you and Sam stood.

Sam put himself between you and the creature, his arm lingering on your shoulder.

"You're not getting to her." Sam almost growled at the beast ahead.

Adrenaline coursed through your veins. You had one shot not to die.

Officer Smith just laughed and easily threw Sam aside, leaving only you in the officer's wake.

"Don't take this personally," The creature said as it stalked towards you, trapping you against the wall, his clawed hand reaching up to you.

Suddenly, you pulled the silver pin out of your hair, clutching it in your hand like a knife, "it feels pretty personal." You commented before driving the makeshift weapon into his heart.

He looked at you pained, you could see the life fading from his eyes. Then he fell. A loud thud. He was dead.

Your hands shook. What had you just done? You had killed a man. No, not a man, a werewolf.

If those are real, then what else is out there that you thought was only folklore?

"Shit." Dean commented, slightly impressed, pulling himself up from the floor, "You could have told me, Sammy, that your law school buddy was badass."

You were still frozen on the spot, staring at the officer that lay dead on your feet. The police officer that you'd killed.

"Hey," you felt Sam's hands come to rest on either side of your face, you must not have noticed him getting up, he gently turned your face so that your eyes met his. "You're okay, you saved mine and Dean's life, you saved your own life."

All you could do was nod.

"He wasn't human," he said solemnly, "he was never going to stop killing, you did the right thing even though it doesn't feel like it, you did the right thing. I'm proud of you."

You nodded again, this time a question bubbled in your throat.

"If he's a werewolf, then...?" You trailed off uncertainty.

"Do you really want to know?" Sam asked, his gaze unwavering, he knew what you wanted to ask and him holding back gave you the terrifying confirmation you needed.

"I-" you began but stopped. You needed to know. You were in this world now whether you wanted to be or not, ignorance wouldn’t save you now. "yes."

Sam took a sharp intake of breath and nodded.

"It's all real, everything that you're told is just your imagination, or just stories or folklore; all of it is real." He said with such confidence you had no choice but to believe him. "That's why I left school, I had to come back to this life."

His statement seemed to knock the air out of you. So much information was swimming in your head at once.

"It wasn't an accident with Jess then? Something killed her, didn't it?"

"Yes."

"What..."

"A demon."

The information hit you like a truck, the only thing that's keeping you sane was Sam's hands on your face. His hands that steadied you. His hands that sorted out your hair. His hands that grounded you. Him, Sam, that gave you the strength to do what was necessary.

You had to focus now. You had to sort out the mess at your feet. You needed a plan.

"Okay," you almost whispered, Sam probably wouldn't have heard you if his eyes weren't fixed on your face, your lips.

"We need to sort this out," you said, gesturing to the body on the floor and stealing yourself against the development of your night. Your volume and confidence growing. "There are no cameras here due to attorney client privileges, so the narrative is ours to shape. If you lock me in these cuffs I can be hysterical when someone comes, say you broke out and he tried to protect me but failed, you took my hair pin as a makeshift weapon and stabbed him, and then you both locked me up and ran." You nodded and the narrative came together logically and coherently, they would have no reason for you to lie given what you'd just gone through. Or allegedly went through.

"Why didn't we just kill you?" Dean asked, pointing out a key flaw in the plan.

You paused briefly thinking.

"You didn't kill me because Sam remembered me and thought to spare my life." You said quietly, "It shows some humanity, which would help if for some reason you both ever went to trial."

"Okay anything else?" Sam asked, his hands still lingering on you.

"You took your file with you as well so you know everything the police have on you and you went and collected your stuff from the storage lockers which officer smith had the keys for." You concluded hinting at them as to what their next steps are.

The pair of them just looked at you stunned, Sam's hands falling from your face.

"Yeah, good plan." Dean looked you up and down, "I'll go and grab our stuff. Sammy, sort our lawyer out."

Dean bent down and took the keys from Smith's lifeless body and began walking down the hallways, whistling as he went. This was just another day in the office to him.

"You sure you want to do this?" Sam asked, "you'll face a lot of questions, you might slip up, today's been a lot I don't want to put you through anymore."

He was worried about you. Worried that this would be pinned on you. Worried that he just threw your life off course, just like what happened to him.

"I'll be fine Sam really." You assured him, "It's you I'm more worried about, I'm assuming this constitutes as your 'day job'?"

"Yeah, it's the family business." He said gesturing sarcastically around him, "saving people, hunting things."

"Must be tough, no connections just always on the run, basically alone." You looked at him uncertainly.

He avoided his gaze as he spoke. "I've got Dean and there is a good network of hunters."

"Hunters?" You questioned.

"People like us." He clarified.

"How is there a whole side of the world I didn’t even know about?" You said almost to yourself rather than to Sam.

"Most people don't." His reassuring words didn't do much to ease your mind.

"You said there's a 'good network' that implies that quite a few people do know."

A silence fell over the pair of you, which Sam took upon himself to break in a slightly awkward manner.

"Speaking of hunters..." He trailed off.

"What?" You asked, raising an eyebrow, "Think I should switch professions?" You mellow dramatically flexed your muscles causing Sam to laugh.

"No, no," he laughed, "Don't get me wrong you'd make a brilliant hunter but I'd rather not have to worry about you getting hurt."

His words sent a warm rush through your body. He would be worried about you.

"What is it then?" You asked.

"Well, a lot get caught by cops for murder and such when they actually just saved people's lives, since you're a solicitor"

"Not yet." You lightly corrected him.

"You're almost a qualified a solicitor," he amended, giving you a poignant look, "I was wondering if...." He trailed off uncertainly.

You filled in the blanks from his silence. He wanted you to be there contact. He wants to give you an expansive country wide clientele. He wanted to give you the freedom to escape while also being able to be there for your family. He was giving you your life on a silver platter.

"Past my details on, I'd be happy to do my bit." You say, a genuine smile passing your lips.

"Great, thanks." It was his turn to smile now. "I'll pass them onto this guy called Bobby. He kinda manages a lot of people in a way, everyone goes to him for advice and such, he'll get your contact information distributed." He explained rather quickly, almost awkward and self conscious in his cadence.

"Yeah, thanks."

"Thank you."

A silence fell over you both.

"I suppose I'd better erm..." Sam used his head to gesture to the cuffs of the table.

"Oh yeah," you laughed slightly, blush creeping up your neck, this whole situation was quite absurd.

The pair of you walked over to the table and you sat down. Somehow it now felt awkward between the two of you.

He gently placed your hands in the cuffs and tightened them. Then secured the cuffs so that you couldn't move. "You might be here a few hours I don't know when another officer will arrive I'm really sorry-"

You cut him off by grabbing his hand with your cuffed one. "Don't worry, I'll be fine." You reassured him, not quite ready to let go of his hand quite yet.

He gave your hand a gentle squeeze, "I'll call you as soon as I can so that way you have my number, okay?"

It was clear that neither of you wanted to leave this moment in the past, but with time being of the essence in Sam's case you both knew he couldn't stay here much longer.

"Okay." You confirmed with a nod of your head.

You both stilled. Hands still intertwined.

"Right well I... I'd better go." Sam said unconvincingly, lingering with his hand in yours for just a few more stolen seconds before he pulled away and walked towards the exit.

"Sam?" You said his name like a question, a prayer. You didn't want him to go. To leave you alone. You were scared. Or at least you knew you would be. With Sam here you felt safe, you felt a warmth around you. You didn't want to lose that, not just yet.

Sam wasted no time turning around when you called his name, waiting for you to speak again.

"Don't disappear from my life again."

A smile crept up his face that he tried to hide. It was his turn for his cheeks to turn a light shade of pink.

"Don't worry, I have no intentions of doing that." He walked back towards you, and held your hands again, "I promise."

His eyes were trained on yours, his beautiful eyes. They roamed your face for a moment, as if trying to commit every detail of you into memory. Then they lingered on your lips.

You felt your breath hitch as he leaned closer to you. His eyes quickly looked into yours for a split second as if to ask 'is this okay?' All you could do in response was nod.

And that's all he needed. You felt your eyes flutter shut as his lips gently and tentatively pressed against your own.

You felt yourself falling, more and more and more.

He pulled away all too soon. "I promise to call," he said as he pressed another quick kiss to your lips, it lasted only a split second but it was enough to send your head spinning once more.

As he made his way to the door he turned and gave you one final look before he disappeared from view.

The warmth that you felt lingered as you pressed your cuffed hands to your lips. Sam Winchester had just kissed you, twice. The very Sam Winchester who's currently wanted. At this moment you should have been thinking about the disastrous consequences of being caught, or the devastating news that monsters were actually real. However, all you could think about was his lips on yours and his promise that he would call. His promise that you knew he'd never break.

Who knew this night wouldn't turn out to be so boring after all? Maybe there was a silver lining being a duty solicitor.

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A/n: I started off using brittish law then, I just made it fit to the plot lmao, but one things for sure it's definitely not correct in terms of us law but it's fine...

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scoatneyhall · 1 year ago

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WILD. Was anyone else aware that the Ted Lasso team has gone in and made post-production edits on season 3 episodes, sometime in the last year?

I've been rewatching the finale in advance of the one year anniversary of it airing, and straight off, I noticed that the points total on the graphic looked different to how I remembered it - a much closer race. It stuck out because I remembered being annoyed that they didn't celebrate the moment Richmond got confirmed for the Champions League, as the gap was big enough for it to have happened a while ago, offscreen. I still have a screencap from when the episode aired:

However, the current copy on Apple has an updated graphic, making the post-production graphic in line with the numbers on the actual physical whiteboard prop and the script mentioning the win streak. See here:

The corrected copy makes Richmond's points match the whiteboard, but it also puts the teams in 3rd to 5th place much closer to them points-total wise, meaning that now, in the current version of the episode, Richmond only qualified for the UCL in "Mom City," making it make more sense that the start of 3.12 is the first time it gets discussed. Would have been nice to mention that stake in the City match commentary during 3.11, but I genuinely am shocked that they went back in and edited the already-published episodes to clean up the post-production errors. For the record, here's the whiteboard as of 3.08: W10, D9, L6.

Just in case anyone cares, the order of those results was - 1 draw against Chelsea, 6 wins with Zava, 1 loss against West Ham, the rest of the draws and losses occurring between 3.05 and the loss against Arsenal in 3.07, and then the 4 wins mentioned at the start of 3.08. By the start of 3.12, it's mentioned they are on a 16 game win streak, so that's 22 wins overall, 9 draws, 6 losses, going into the final weekend, hence the updated graphic.

I like that they went in and fixed it - no idea when in the past 12 months that occured - but I also kind of can't believe they bothered? Then again, I can't believe the mistake was made in the first place, as they were so specific with details in the prior seasons, so maybe they couldn't live with it being wrong.

I know there were rumours about a ton of issues in terms of getting these episodes posted in time - right down to the wire, still fixing the edit on the airdate - and it's clear that these details were not checked and confirmed by the poor people in post who were not working off the show bible that lives in the writers heads. I don't blame them at all, I blame the people who got the edit to them late, but it did annoy me during the season a LOT. The maths wasn't mathing, and as we know this is a show that has been careful with dates and timelines and stuff like that.

Anyway! The point is, a) this post about my UCL qualification fantasies is now moot, and b) I went back and checked another post production error that had REALLY pissed me off, which was the dates of texts in Ted's phone in 3.04. Phone dates have always given us the timeline quite strictly before - it's how @belmottetower and I started the timeline in our primer, with Ted arriving in London on January 6, 2020 and then following the football seasons from there to place the season 3 finale in May 2022 - but in 3.04, all the cute texts we see to all the characters in his phone were badly misdated, placing the timeline further in the future. This caused arguments or misunderstandings, at the time about the actual timeline of the show, but it seems this was another detail the producers really wanted to fix and tighten up, as they've gone back and had it edited.

It's weird, because the texts Ted was actually going back to - the messages from Doctor Jacob - were dated correctly as late 2019, and there's even a little easter egg in the form of a US rideshare notification picking him up to go to the airport in America, on 5 January 2020. (Even the area code, 316, is apparently correct to Kansas.) That's all correct even in the original version of the episode, but somehow we then skip a year and place his most recent texts, as of 3.04, in late October 2022, when they should only be in late September or early October 2021. (I found this post on Reddit that screenshotted his phone at the time.) Examples:

I had to go back and check this, and sure enough, it's been edited to reflect the established timeline - they didn't just redate the year on each message, they also changed a bunch of the chats to be more recent - so rather than dates, his most recent chats with Henry, the Coaches, etc are from "Yesterday," then the first dated texts are in very late September 2021. This matches up pretty perfectly with where they are in a typical Premier League season - they REALLY cleaned it up. Further back, they do just switch the years on the dates, so he still got a picture from Sassy last Valentines Day, and his last one-on-one contact with Jamie is still set before the events of Wembley in 2.08 (FA Cup semi finals are in April, so a few weeks after the March 2021 date on Jamie's chat.)

My brain is itching because I swear there was a screen of Nate and Ted's text chat at some point too? With Ted reaching out about his new job, on a date that deeply did not work with the timeline? But maybe I imagined it. There's no record of Nate's number in his phone at all now, and the texts date back to before Nate left, so I guess in this version of events, Ted deleted Nate's number and message history.

Anyway, I'm aware that basically no one is going to care about this, but I suspect that the three people who will actually care will REALLY FUCKING CARE. Has anyone else noticed it? Does anyone know when it may have happened? Does anyone know what else might have been changed or fixed? I love details and I love the fact that there is no longer conflicting data about what football seasons the show is covering - it's mid 19/20 to the end of 21/22, end of story - but what a fucking mess the production of season 3 must have been, to end up at this point!

#ted lasso #ted lasso meta

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mariacallous · 3 months ago

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When I first changed the gender marker on all my documents in the spring of 2022, it was during a brief, shimmering moment of legal recognition for trans people across the United States. A year earlier, the Biden Administration had announced that people would finally be allowed to self-select their gender on their passports. Now there would also be an option for nonbinary people to mark their sex as “X.” The move was a fascinating display of liberal tolerance, even if it did not go so far as to enshrine the right to trans health care. The option to self-identify on federal paperwork stood in stark contrast to the numerous states around the country that were starting to crack down on the ability of trans people to change their sex on driver’s licenses and birth certificates. As someone born in Indiana, a red state home to former Vice-President Mike Pence, I was worried about being able to update my birth certificate. I was ultimately able to do so, but only after getting a court order. Other states, like Arkansas and North Carolina, are more draconian, requiring proof of a so-called sex change. Of course, what qualifies as this kind of operation is a moving target. Now it’s a moot point. Donald Trump has issued an executive order, “Defending Women from Gender Ideology Extremism and Restoring Biological Truth to the Federal Government,” declaring, among other things, that government-issued I.D.s must reflect one’s sex assigned at conception.

Some have snarkily noted that everyone is female at conception. It is not until later in the fertilization process that male chromosomes may reveal themselves. But such jokes, which take aim at Trump’s misunderstanding of biology, ignore the fact that he simply does not care about biology, aside from using it as a signifier for his various “anti-woke” positions. The executive order banning trans and gender-neutral passports is only one of the anti-trans pronouncements that Trump has made during his first few months in office. This evisceration of long-fought-for civil rights marks a ruthless changing of the guard. For years, the U.S. government has used “sex” and “gender” interchangeably. Today, gender is considered a dangerous ideology that seeks to eradicate the immutability of sex. As Secretary of State Marco Rubio recently stated in an e-mail to department staff, “The policy of the United States is that an individual’s sex is not changeable.”

The executive order’s text is even more damning: “The erasure of sex in language and policy has a corrosive impact not just on women but on the validity of the entire American system.” Validity, of course, is not a political measurement. It’s a social one. The war that Trump is waging is cultural, based not on complex legal jargon but on feelings. Transphobia is generally a form of extreme discomfort weaponized as systematic dehumanization. “They don’t want any trans person to feel validated,” a twenty-two-year-old named Zaya Perysian recently told NBC. “They want it to go back to how it used to be where we were seen as like these creatures . . . like night stalkers.”

Identity documents are essential to public movement and travel. There are currently fourteen countries that allow applicants to self-attest their gender on passports and sixteen that allow “X” gender markers. When trans people don’t have any I.D. that matches their visual presentation, they are often held under heightened scrutiny by T.S.A. agents, police officers, and other representatives of the state who may think that these individuals are committing identity fraud. (The U.S. State Department first established gender markers on passports in 1977, when androgyny was all the rage, citing the rise of unisex fashion and hair styles as the justification for the shift.) For trans people who pass, it’s a logistical nightmare to have to explain why they appear to be one gender while their documents tell a different story. These are intentional Kafkaesque problems that the Trump Administration is creating.

The executive order currently just applies to new passports, affecting people who are either getting their passports for the first time or who are attempting to renew their outdated documents. Many trans Americans rushed to change or extend their old passports before the executive order was officially signed—only to find that passport office workers weren’t so eager to accommodate their pleas. Some had their applications suspended indefinitely. Those who have tried to amend their documents after the executive order have had their documents returned with their biological sex reinstated on their passports as a “correction.” This is what happened to Hunter Schafer, the trans actress best known for her role in the HBO series “Euphoria”: she applied for a new passport after her original one had been stolen, and received a new document stamped with a male gender marker. “I had a bit of a harsh reality check,” she said in an eight-minute TikTok. Schafer explained that she thought the executive order was a lot of “talk” until she received her updated passport. She went on to recite her laundry list of privileges: not only is she famous but she is a white trans person who passes—allowing her greater leeway under more liberal administrations. What’s to come of trans people if even the most upwardly mobile, beautiful movie stars aren’t safe?

The case of Mary Fox has also sparked immense fear and debate among members of the trans community. Fox went to a passport office in Los Angeles in order to apply for a passport. Given that her visit was after Trump had issued his executive order, Fox had come to terms with the fact that she would likely have to accept a male gender marker. As she told Vox, “being able to travel is more important than the letter on a piece of paper.” Yet receiving a male-designated passport quickly emerged as the best-case scenario: after submitting an application, Fox was told that the agency couldn’t issue her a passport at all. “We don’t have authorization right now to issue a passport,” the official told her, according to a recording of the conversation. All of Fox’s documents—her birth certificate, her driver’s license—were taken away. “So I can’t leave the country?” Fox asked. “I can’t answer that,” the official responded. After her experience, Fox took to the internet to share her story. Pain begets visibility. Soon, many were outraged over what they took to be a blatant case of discrimination. Public pressure may have swayed the eventual outcome: Fox’s documents were issued and returned but with a male gender marker.

Understandably, many trans people are hesitant to discuss these issues publicly, in part because they’d rather not give the Trump Administration new ideas about how to close legal loopholes. A nonbinary TikToker in Florida recently went viral, for instance, after posting a video explaining how to get your state I.D. gender marker changed by pretending to have lost your previous I.D., only for Libs of TikTok, a popular right-wing account, to pick up the story and report the trans vlogger to the government. Florida Governor Ron DeSantis’s former press secretary even mocked the nonbinary TikToker by saying that they should “thank” the D.M.V. for its “dedicated service.” Meanwhile, Texas state representatives are attempting to pass a bill that could charge trans people with identity fraud. These issues are not limited to American citizens, either: Bells Larsen, a trans Canadian musician who was set to tour in the United States, was forced to cancel his concerts after he was told that he would be unable to secure a visa since U.S. Immigration only recognizes identification that corresponds with one’s assigned sex at birth. The legal and economic consequences of these policies are just beginning to make themselves known.

In the months since the executive order went into effect, the American Civil Liberties Union has been contacted by more than seventeen hundred trans people and their family members looking for legal advice. The A.C.L.U. has also filed a lawsuit—Orr v. Trump—challenging the order. On “At Liberty,” an A.C.L.U.’s podcast, Chase Strangio, a trans lawyer at the A.C.L.U., discussed how the order, which essentially renders certain documents useless, may infringe on the right to travel. The A.C.L.U. has also asserted that anti-trans laws are a form of sex discrimination—although it’s unclear how the courts will respond to this argument. (Judges have blocked Trump’s executive order banning trans people from serving in the military, as well as the order banning trans passports.)

Based on the scale of Trump’s anti-trans policies, the goal is not just to limit trans people’s ability to move through the world safely, or to keep them out of the military; it’s to codify a moral judgment: that trans people are deplorable. By predicating his executive orders on issues of morality, Trump has created an uneven playing field. Throughout the years, many pro-trans protests have used slogans such as “Trans Rights Are Human Rights” and “Trans Kids Deserve Better,” which, of course, are true. But the problem is that these types of statements are utterly banal. They are tautologies that fail to contend with the vicious rhetoric of the right.

Similar counter-statements by queer and trans activists did not save Sam Nordquist, a twenty-four-year-old Black trans man from Minnesota who was brutally tortured and assaulted for more than a month until he died, allegedly by seven adults who had lured him to a motel in upstate New York under the false pretense of a romantic weekend. While state police did not link the case to the broader anti-trans panic occurring on a national scale, it is impossible for trans people to ignore the connection. Some trans people are more vulnerable than others—this has always been the case, but even more so now—whether because of their race, their class, or their incarceration status. Melissa Gira Grant, of The New Republic, has written about how trans women in prison may be among the first to suffer under Trump’s anti-trans policies, given his executive order calling for them to be held in men’s prisons. Children, too, are at risk, having in some cases lost access to gender-affirming medical care—which is to say, life-saving care. Since the 2024 election, crisis hotlines for trans kids have been flooded with calls. Additionally, a new study by the Trevor Project found that suicide attempts went up by more than seventy per cent in states where anti-trans bills were passed. For Democratic state senator Karen Berg, of Kentucky, these statistics are personal. In 2023, during a floor debate over a bill that banned health care for trans children, Berg, whose trans son had recently died by suicide, emotionally addressed her fellow-lawmakers: “You know my child is dead.” The bill passed anyway.

None of this occurs in a vacuum. Violence echoes. The attacks on transgender people are intimately tied to the current waves of deportations and the fall of Roe v. Wade, which are part of a larger crackdown on bodily autonomy. Rights are won, and then they are stripped away. For many trans people, this ambivalent dependence on the state is both a privilege and a weakness. We are tied to a political machine that ultimately does not want us. For years, we have been forced to work out creative solutions to bureaucratic snafus; we have celebrated hard-fought victories that often turn out to be short-lived. The state will not save us, we joke, even as we fear that it may very well try to extinguish us.

The last time I travelled abroad was shortly before I underwent major surgery. At the airport, I walked through the body scanner at security and, as always, an alarm went off. When T.S.A. workers believe someone to be a certain gender, based on the individual’s appearance, they press a corresponding button somewhere behind a curtain. If any anatomical anomalies are detected, an invasive body check ensues. This means that trans people are far more likely to undergo additional security measures. I was pulled aside and a T.S.A. agent asked me if I preferred a woman or a man to pat me down. My body froze up and I tried to act as if I were already at my vacation destination, somewhere far away from the container of my anatomy. The indignity of being singled out flooded my mind, and I blacked out until I was allowed to cross over to the other side of the line. Safe, but perhaps not entirely sound. When I flew back to the United States, the airport security agents in Tokyo merely waved me through, perhaps less preoccupied with the imagined spectre of gender ideology.

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pilot-boi · 1 year ago

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Twins AU: During the Martial Arcs divorce do you think Ren used Raven abandoning Jaune against him, like the transcripts?

If so, how's Yang reacting?

I don’t think he would, honestly. It would be really cutting, but it wouldn’t follow with REN’s line of logic

Ren was upset because he felt that they’re just kids and therefore unqualified to be making the kinds of world changing decisions that they’ve been making

It’s why he brings up that he’s just an orphan from Mistral. He’s just some kid, not even a remarkable one, the Grimm have orphaned thousands of kids. Who is he to get to decide the fate of the world?

Same thing with Jaune’s transcripts. The person who is supposed to be leading them didn’t even qualify for the Huntman Academy he attended, and now here he is outranking most military officials. Doesn’t that just show that they’re hypocrites for thinking that THEY should be the ones making decisions?

Bringing up that Jaune is Raven’s son wouldn’t follow Ren’s train of logic. The fact that he was abandoned and raised by a different family doesn’t make him any more or less qualified to be in charge of the situation. It’s a moot point, and therefore not relevant

So no, I don’t think Ren would bring it up

#rwby #jaune arc #lie ren #mine #asks #anonymous #twins au

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florida3exclamationpoints · 2 months ago

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My thoughts on Final Reckoning as a Hayley Atwell fan & Tom Cruise hater who does not care about the Mission Impossible universe and has only seen Dead Reckoning before this (spoilers!)

I am soooo qualified to talk about this hahahahhaha no this is mostly just for me to rant and maybe a few moots to read. (tagging for my own organization)

I actually thought it was a better movie overall than Dead Reckoning!!!! With Dead Reckoning i just reallyyyyy cannot take it seriously unless Hayley is on screen. There's so many scenes that like . I laughed at . But it wasn't supposed to be funny 🫣 it was supposed to be tense and dramatic 🫣 I've also said since I first saw it that Dead Reckoning could have probably been condensed into a 30 minute first act. I was lowkey waiting for Final Reckoning to prove me wrong but it actually proved me sooooo right. Basically nothing of consequence happens in Dead Reckoning and then EVERYTHING happens in Final Reckoning and yet both of them are too long. 🚫STOP MAKING 3 HOUR MOVIES 2025🚫

Dead Reckoning should have been a 30-45 minute first act of part one and the rest should have been the team figuring out what the key unlocked and how to get to the sub. It should have either ended on a cliffhanger of "will they be able to do that" or even end part one when Ethan escaped the sub. And then part two could focus on defeating the Entity. The substance and pacing of both of them felt so weird. For example. During the plane fight scene I was getting frustrated and felt like it was dragging really bad and I was like just end it!!! Just win!!! God!!! But then I realized that I actually really liked that Ethan didn't win too easily and especially that Gabriel didn't give up too easily. He was wacko bloodthirsty insane and stayed true to that to the end. I liked how hard they committed and that he just REALLYYYYY wanted to kill Ethan. I would have enjoyed and appreciated it so much more if I hadn't already sat through SOOO MUCH MOVIE by that point. Dead Reckoning dragged because they spent so much time to accomplish so little and Final Reckoning dragged because it was too much to take in at once. And I really don't understand how they didn't get split up better in the writing room before we got this far bc it seems really obvious to me 😭

Once again I don't like all the lore explanation lol. I made the choice to start watching a franchise 7 movies deep and to do no prior homework because I don't careeee and as such I deserve to be confused while im sitting in the theater for my one (1) beloved actress. Don't give me the courtesy of flashbacks! Confusion should be my punishment! Honor and respect your fans who know what's going on! They don't need a recap on movie number EIGHT. This could also cut down on runtime. 🚫STOP MAKING 3 HOUR MOVIES 2025🚫

The woman of the 3 hours herself Hayley Atwell beloved Grace. Firstly SHE WAS SOOOOOOO GORGEOUS 😫😫😫😫 I also highly appreciated that I didn't have to wait 30 minutes for her to show up this time. However. Too little screen time. If it was 3 hours of Hayley Atwell's face I wouldn't be complaining but alas. I posed this question after Dead Reckoning but are they ever going to acknowledge that Grace obviously is not her name. I mean it makes sense for her to still have an alias obviously but Ethan is like her best friend and he doesn't know her name and I lowkey feel like the writers forgot 😭 even tho I wished she had more screen time I'm sooooo happy with her role and importance in this one!!!!! That's my girl and she saved the whole world because she's talented and amazing!!!!!!! She did also have high stakes in Dead Reckoning but it felt so forced out of nowhere to me. Like. I understand that Ethan is the kind of person who doesn't want anyone to get hurt ever but when it came down to a woman he clearly had a long history with or a woman he had known for two days and had done nothing but annoy him and lowkey leave him to die. He's like 🥺 omg this is terrible these two people are of equal importance to me uwu 🥺 bro be so for real rn. And when he saw her face before he jumped off the mountain like she was the reason he was doing this and not. Like any of his friends. Or people he had known longer than 3 days. I don't think it was weird for him to like and care about her at that point I just felt like they didn't give any explanation or reason for WHY he cared about her SO much other than he's a good person and he cares about everyone. And that was frustrating. But she was important this time for REAL reasons!!! She was the only one who could have done it!!!!! And they made me believe that!!!!!!! I was pretty convinced after Dead Reckoning that Grace and Ethan would become love interests and even tho its not technically off the table completely yet im glad it didn't happen here at least.

Most of the jokes were actually really funny too and they didn't overdo it either! I think it wasn't taking itself as seriously as Dead Reckoning did and that helped it a lot. The funniest parts to me were the uninterrupted shot of Grace's flabbergasted face while of Ethan beat people up out of frame, when Bill's wife (sorry I don't remember her name 😩) told Grace to control the sled bc she needed to sleep and then "you might have to shoot some polar bears rawr lol anyways 👍😊💤💤", when Benji very dramatically passed out before he could finish telling Grace something Super Important™ (which had me rolling my eyes so hard at first) and then Grace going ???? 📢 BENJI!!!!!!! and he was like "huh . oh . red wires." And Gabriel dying like an idiot. Like i said I was feeling like it was dragging at that point and then he had to have his dramatic last word and I was like can we get this over with and then BANG BANG DEAD BYE and it actually surprised me I was like SKDBSK OK??? SLAY????? Probably also more that im forgetting now. There weren't excessive jokes but most of them landed for me so that was fun

The way they tied back to other movies with old characters and relations to characters and twist surprise Ethan is actually responsible for the Entity felt kinda cheap and shoehorned to me but im obviously not the target audience for those references so who knows. I am not one to care about or be impressed by choreography or logistics of action scenes but I liked the scene of Ethan in the sub while it was rolling especially when the water line moved but then I realized it was the exact same perception trick that I really liked about the train crash scene in Dead Reckoning and then I was less impressed. Absolutely way too much of Tom Cruise wearing nothing but (short 😵‍💫) boxers I never asked for that and I never want to see it again. Not enough sled dog screen time or interactions. Would have appreciated an orca cameo. The only explanation for why the Entity wanted to kill the entire planet was "Noah probably asked the same question before the flood" but that doesn't make any sense because there was no plan for after everyone was dead?? No "remake the world in my image" or anything?? Hilarious how one of the first things said about how awful the Entity is was something about it creating a cult with a shot of Tom Cruise's face like "oh NOOOO not a CULT" like wow imagine.

Love Chief Dooley. Wish he interacted with Grace more. Reject Mission Impossible embrace modern era Agent Carter AU. Loved Madame President Angela Bassett and realized that Madame President is a way cooler title than Mr. President. The jumpscare of the body in the sub actually got me good without being really scary or gory or anything. I liked that the only time anyone ripped fake face masks off was lowkey a joke. And that "this message will self destruct in five seconds" was also lowkey a joke at the end. Bill's wife was awesome and takes very close Second Favorite Character after Grace. Glad neither of them died. Loved how Grace was the last person Ethan saw in the crowd at the end because she is OBVIOUSLY the most important.

Overall: 10/10 — Hayley Atwell was there. 1/10 — needed more Hayley Atwell. 0/10 — Tom Cruise was also there.

#mi:8 spoilers #mission impossible #mi:8 #mi:7 #hayley atwell

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thegeminisage · 2 months ago

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been thinking about whether or not my canonical worldstate pcs have kids:

tabris and zevran: no, because grey wardens are all but infertile and get more infertile the longer they've been joined. i don't know that he ever thought about having kids as a possibility before meeting her because his life was so shitty and moment-to-moment. he probably finds out she can't get pregnant the first time they fuck and she's like no no i don't need The Tea and that's that. he wouldn't regret it if he has her - it never seemed like an option for him and now it still isn't, so who cares? she might regret it though because i think she wanted to be the kind of mom hers was one day and give her dad grandkids. at most, maybe one of zev's swimmers slipped through the cracks somewhere in his varied history and they wind up half-adopting his feral teenage bastard someday

hawke and fenris: they have one (1) baby which is entirely an accident. it's not that they don't WANT kids, i don't think either of them has a firm stance on it one way or the other, it just never seems like the right time, the world is so dangerous for a child, people die so easily...and then it happens anyway, which would eventually force them to chill out and settle somewhere for the kid's sake (once that kid gets too big to lug around in a little baby backpack it's overrr). at which point they look at each other cautiously like "world hasn't ended yet. you wanna give the first one a playmate?" and theyre like no no we can't jinx it and then the second baby also winds up being an accident.

trevelyan and cullen: i made my inquisitor blonde before i realized i'd be romancing a blonde man (compelled by the worlds worst loser against my will <3) which i think is hilarious and both of them always wanted to be parents someday so as soon as the dust settles they get busy and have like 100 horrible blonde babies and. i cannot emphasize this enough. EVERY ONE OF THEM is a mage. whose powers manifest when they are still in diapers. this is not only what cullen deserves but also qualifies as cruel and unusual punishment. still not a proper redemption arc but it sure is something.

mercar and lucanis: rook always wanted kids because she ALSO wanted to be the kind of parent to someone that her parents were to her, but she can't give birth to her own because, y'know, [pan to her waving trans flag]. lucanis has been terrified of having kids his whole life because he doesn't want to have to choose whether or not to give them crow training, and even not being first talon would not relieve him of that choice. he will always know the world is dangerous and he will always know how to abuse someone into being prepared to survive any danger and he will ALWAYS know the kind of toll it takes on a person because of what it did to him and illario. it's pretty much the only big fight he and rook ever have even though it's technically a moot point (not going to happen accidentally, they'd have to adopt). still haven't decided where they'd ultimately land on it.

#personal #liz plays dragon age #rook tag #kinda

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astromechs · 2 years ago

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For kinktober: Jyn/Cassian + hate sex after the Eadu argument 😇

hi, anon, i finally had time to finish this prompt, but just know that it's given me brainworms ever since you sent it ❤️ this is the fic that was subtitled "cassian andor is a fucked up little man who desperately needs therapy" in my WIPs so, yeah. (as with all kinktober fills, mind the rating, readers!)

By K2’s calculations, it will be approximately fifteen hours though hyperspace before they reach Yavin 4 — longer than some journeys, shorter than many others. There’s no point, though, really, in putting any qualifier on that other than time, because it simply is; there’s never any more, or any less, to work with.

For the next fifteen hours, there’s nothing further for Cassian to contribute that’s of any use. He’s made as much contact as can be risked, even over encryption. A reprogrammed Imperial droid and a defected Imperial pilot will know more of the subtleties of piloting a stolen Imperial shuttle than anyone here, so for the next fifteen hours, he’s not the man for the only job on hand.

(Is he the right man for any job, if he disobeys orders and spares a target, only for it all to be fucking moot in the end?)

If there’s nothing further for him to contribute that’s of any use, then there’s no point staying in the cockpit. Without a word, he turns on his heel and puts it behind him, headed toward —

Well, there aren’t exactly an abundance of places to go here.

The Guardians have themselves stationed just outside the cockpit, and though he spares no glance their way, he can feel two pairs of eyes on him as he takes pause — both seeing, even if one is blind, both casting their palpable judgment in his direction. His jaw clenches alongside one of his fists, and a flash of anger, like the one that had sparked in him just hours ago, before they’d left Eadu’s atmosphere, threatens to make itself known again; his foot rolls forward, just short of a lunge that he barely manages to pull himself back from.

An aimless fight has nothing useful to contribute, either.

He moves on.

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#rebelcaptain #jyn erso #cassian andor #* fic #asks #anonymous

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h0n3yk1tt3n · 1 year ago

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1 + 65 pinkberry?

1. Historical AU + 65. It's Not You, It's Me

At first my head kept coming back to a medieval setting with some royal x non-royal thing going on (which would still technically qualify as historical but kinda feels like its own thing) BUT DAYS LATER IT'S FINALLY HIT ME

Consider... Salem Witch Trials (if not in Salem then in a fictional town)... but Chloe is actually a witch. (Im bringing in fantasy elements into this version of history bc yk, skepticism abt witches even being real leading to "wait I know a witch??") She lives off in the woods doing her own thing away from everyone else when Brooke happens upon her for one reason or another.

Chloe is naturally aloof at first, because of course she is, but Brooke finds a way to bring her walls down, because of course she does. What starts as small talk while Chloe collects herbs slowly turns into long chats over tea, then eventually losing track of the hours and an insistence to stay over for the night, I'm not sending you out into the woods alone at this hour, one night wont be any trouble, etc etc.

Naturally the two grow fond of each other as time goes on, but around this time is when all the witch fear-mongering goes on back in town. Brooke is naturally terrified because what if they accuse her of being a witch?? How would she be able to disprove such claims?? Chloe would no longer have anyone to visit and keep her company. What if she just moved out of town and in with her?

Chloe avoids this line of discussion as best she can, but Brooke is adamant. She's terrified at home, she adores Chloe and finds she wants to spend more time with her than anyone else in her life, she doesn't see why she can't just move in. And Chloe? She knows by now that she's developed feelings for Brooke and doesn't want to put her in danger by associating with an actual witch, never mind all the false accusations rendering the fear all but moot. There's no right answer. There's nothing that Chloe can do to keep Brooke safe and there's no way that Chloe can express this to her.

Brooke is scared and confused. "Why can't I just live here with you? How is it any more foolish than staying in town and waiting to be declared the next witch? What am I supposed to do? Do you care for me so little that I can't be with you indefinitely?!"

"It's because I care about you that you can't stay!" Chloe finally tells her. She tells her that she's fallen for her and that it puts her in just as much danger to be with a woman than it is to be clocked as a witch. By which point Brooke wonders, "Am... am I a witch?? Have I cursed you have such feelings for me because I can't control my own for you? How could I have put someone I love in such danger for my own selfish gain?! I can't believe it, I'm a witch! I'm a horrible person and I've forced you to love me because nobody else has dared to do so! I deserve to be burned at the stake! I'm the only one that actually deserves it!"

Chloe grabs her hands in a desperate attempt to make her love stop saying such horrible things about herself. "It's not you, it's me!"

#open ending bc hhhhh #asks #mj says shit #be more chill #chloe valentine #brooke lohst #pinkberry #writing

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doubletrucks · 2 years ago

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regularly scheduled freak out about the future public diary time here on doubletrucks dot gov :)

okay SO. i'm at a crossroads rn where like. i could stay in the city im in but i don't really love it here and it's SO expensive. it's expensive to live in ANY city but this one is particularly brutal. so like... if im gonna be paying a shit ton of money just to live i might as well do it somewhere i actually want to be and somewhere that has better benefits to me. which sounds like an easy decision on paper but there's also the issue of i want to go back to school and where im at rn, i qualify for a lot of state aid that would make it easier to go back instead of having to wait ANOTHER year to start school so i qualify for state benefits somewhere else. which honestly it would probably be another year here before i can start school so again kind of a moot point. which really leaves us with this: i am SCARED!!!! i'm scared to move somewhere i only know a few people, i'm scared to uproot my life and scared of the possibility of failure.... i am a big baby and a coward but perhaps. PERHAPS! i could get over it. but how!!!! also i kind of want to move back home but not to live with my mom but that feels also kind of scary because i also want to move to a lot of other places and i feel like if i go back home i will never leave because i really do love it but i want to see more.... idk idk. big things to consider.

#how does anyone do it.....#teddyposting

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hopecomesbacktolife · 1 year ago

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I’m not going to reblog the post itself because I don’t want that behavior on my blog, but oh my god I just saw a post about “looking for fics about your favorite character on ao3” and good lord the amount of bad takes both in that post and in the notes?? I have to just ramble about this for a moment because oh my god. it was ludicrous.

people were complaining that, and get this, unfinished fics exist. and that if you read an unfinished fic you’ll have to, get this, wait to read more until it’s published next. they were allll up in arms that there’s fics for a character that don’t cater to their specific interests. that they involve other characters and either do/don’t put them in a romantic relationship when they want the opposite for the character.

like at this point, most of you people in the notes on that post are 1) just being mean and condescending about FREE WORKS you can, may I remind you, READ FOR FREE and EXIT at ANY time! if you don’t like it!, don’t read it!, it’s so simple!, and 2) straight up do not know how ao3 works lmao

like I saw soooo many people in the notes complaining about a certain ship, dynamic, tag, etc, and like… y’all know you can filter by romantic vs platonic pairings, by ratings, by excluding certain tags or other qualifiers, etc etc etc… you know about ao3’s actually incredibly usable filtering and searching system… right… right??

at this point I’m just convinced a lot of these people are spoiled by large fandoms with 100k+ works for their characters and have decided to just be mean and condescending for no reason on main, about literally free fan works you can read for free any time that people spend hours and hours pouring their free time into out of sheer love for their craft. cuckoo bananas behavior if you ask me 🫠

I was legit so close to commenting that maybe they should try shipping two characters with <10 fics, with 0 fics, try liking a rare pair, try hyperfocusing on a character or niche type of fandom with a tiny but lovely circle of fans, and stop treating fan works and fic as Content TM that they deserve to have handed to them that caters to exactly what they want for free and maybe they’ll calm down lmao

like y’all aren’t cool you’re just being mean. we fundamentally approach fic in wildly different ways and honestly the way you do sounds exhausting. literally could not be me, I’m to busy finding joy in shared love for characters and not flipping the table in a rage because there’s one (1) element of the fic that isn’t specifically catered to me, maybe try that and you’ll feel better, hmm?

and yeah I’m aware that last sentence is me being condescending towards them, but frankly it’s warranted when so many people are being that mean and haughty for no reason lmao but truly those takes were horrific. fellow fic writers and even fellow fic readers I interact with, am mutuals with, authors whose works I read, readers who comment and interact with my works, fans of niche fandom subsets that run in the same circles as me— I hope you know this is so wildly not how I approach fics, I love just finding fics for my characters and forming these lil communities where we share our interests and love for them and hype each other up. I love what we have in these fandom niches and I hope you know I would never dream of being so mean and condescending towards y’all. fic writers and readers and fan communities are so special and I cherish it even if clearly there’s people in the notes on that other post who don’t know how to do that lmao. I love your unfinished WIPs, I love your fics that may only partially be what I’m looking for, I love when you write characters in a way I wouldn’t expect but shows your love for your particular headcanon, I love the variety and diversity and variance in fic. I love us. genuinely. fic writer moots I am hugging all of you and I frequently reread your works, even the unfinished ones. ♡

#personal #god this turned into a rant but sometimes I’m just shocked by how.. mean and condescending and holier-than-thou some people can be about fic #about works people write FOR FREE because they LOVE a character/ dynamic/ etc so much they can’t NOT let that love pour out into a fic tjat #once again you can READ FOR FREE HELLO #like god. maybe those people need to try not being a condescending bench (to quote Eleanor) and maybe they’ll feel better and be able to ac #tually participate in the wonder and joy and delight that is fan communities and fic communities idk man #I’m convinced some of it is people being spoiled by large fandoms and also not knowing how ao3 works at all #but like. this is not a streaming service this is an ARCHIVE it is a LIBRARY do you know how to use a LIBRARY #hello??? if you don’t like a book you can return it and borrow another???? not scribble in the margins about how you don’t like it???#like literally w h a t.#unhinged behavior and not in a cute way.#being mean isn’t cute it’s just being mean. condescension won’t magically make your dream fic scenarios appear. sorry (not sorry tho)#anyways. there was no way in hellllll! I was going to reblog that post and bring that whole mess to my blog. so instead. making my own post #(somewhat like people who can’t find fic they want could also just make their own but yknow 🤭💋)#anyways fellow fic writers and readers I interact with and am friends with ily ily and pls know I never think of your works like that in a #million years ok ❤️❣️❤️ I’m sorry some people are Mean I’m so glad the people I know who are fic writers + readers aren’t like that ty ty

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AAAA thank you for the tag starri I totally didnt forget to do this shhhhhhhhh

1. Who is/are your comfort characters?

All of the qsmp eggs my absolute beloveds <3333333

2. Lighter or matches?

matches ig???

3. Do you leave the window open at night?

yes whenever its nice enough out!

4. What cryptyd being do you believe in?

bigfoot (/j)

5. What color are your eyes?

Brown yippee we matching starri >:D

6. Why did you do that?

Im not sorry

7. Hair ties or scrunchies?

Hair ties :D

8. How many water bottles are in your room?

3 I think XD

9. Which do you prefer, hot coffee or cold coffee?

Hot coffee although I really like both

10. Would you slaughter the rich?

I will consider it

11. Favorite extra curricular activity?

I did one called Art Around the world once upon a time and I really liked it!

12. What kind of day is it?

decent :)

13. When was the last time you ate?

oh like a few hours O.O

14. Do you love the smell of earth after it rains?

HELL YEA

15. Are you a parent? (All answers qualify)

I have a dog so yes

16. Can you drive?

I can do anything once

17. Are you farsighted or nearsighted?

Nearsighted

18. What hair products do you use?

Shampoo, conditioner, and leave in conditioner (not sure if thats what it is but sure) because it makes my hair soft

19. Imagine were at a sleepover, would you paint my nails?

Yes but it will be a mess

20. Do you say soda or pop?

Soda because 'murica

21. Something you’ve kept since childhood?

My stuffed animals (same as starri)

22. What type of person are you?

Difficult to answer questions but I am definitely on the less energetic side, fairly outgoing, I do a lot of art stuff, pretty gay, a nerd in the sense of I play and watch a lot of minecraft?

23. How do you feel about chilly weather?

Yes to a point but also no because where I live it can get down to like -40 celsius sometimes and that is to cold

24. If we were on a rooftop together what would you do?

Are these questions coming from OP or the person who tagged me because it depends? I wouldn't be on a roof with you OP because you are a stranger <3

25. Perfume/body spray or lotion?

Perfume C:

26. A scenario you’ve replayed multiple times in your head?

God I don't know, my first interactions with mutuals tend to replay in my head a lot XD

27. About how many hours of sleep did you get?

8-9 yippee!!

28. Do you wear a mask

no :)

29. How do you like your shower water?

warm/hot

30. Is there dishes in your room?

yes...

31. What type of music keeps you grounded?

Most of my music is somewhere in the folk indie section :D

32. Do you have a favorite towel?

No??

33. The last adventure you’ve been on?

I went to a conference recently and far overestimated my ability to interact with humans 24/7 for 4 days XD I would call that an adventure

34. Is there a song you know every word to by heart?

Too many but also let it go from frozen one because childhood lmao

35. What’s your time zone?

not going to share that :P (some of my moots know but not just moots have access to public posts so no. <3)

36. How many times have you changed your url?

once only a few months after I made my twitch, haven't changed it since

37. Someone in your life, other than a relative, you’ve know for 10+ years?

Oh god, no one really ;-; there are a few people I've technically known my whole life but I'm not close to any of them, damn I hate moving.

38. A soap bar that smells good?

Any fruit or flower scented ones :)

39. Do you use lip balm?

Not often

40. Did you have any snacks today?

I had a muffin!

41. How do you like your coffee?

typically just black because I am in a family full of bland monsters /lh

42. An app you frequent besides this god forsaken site? discord, twitch, youtube, and pinterest!

43. What’s your take on spicy food?

I love it so much AAAAAAA

44. You get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it?

no one probably. killing someone isnt the best way to resolve any conflict in my opinion (yes, there are exceptions)

45. Can you remember what happened yesterday?

Not much XD I played a lot of minecraft and spent the morning with friends :D

46. Favorite holiday film?

WALLEEEEEEEEEEEE

47. What was the last message you sent?

"Alright!"

48. When did you first try an alcoholic beverage?

When I was fairly young my grandma gave me some of her wine as a toast to my late grandpa I think

49. Can you skip rocks?

Sometimes

50. Can I tag you in random stuff? Absolutely!! although sometimes I will be an idiot and forget to respond for a while so my apologies

going to retag some lovelies tbw :D @lilghostlettuce @sarcastictissy @tiger-willow @theivorycoloureddonut @ssmartliineemartline @annimator @alteiriaa anyone else feel free to join!!

here’s weirder asks

who is/are your comfort character(s)?

lighter or matches?

do you leave the window open at night?

which cryptyd being do you believe in?

what color are your eyes?

why did you do that?

hair-ties or scrunchies?

how many water bottles are in your room right now?

which do you prefer, hot coffee or cold coffee?

would you slaughter the rich?

favorite extracurricular activity?

what kind of day is it?

when was the last time you ate?

do you love the smell of earth after it rains?

are you a parent? (all answers qualify)

can you drive?

are you farsighted or nearsighted?

what hair products do you use?

imagine we’re at a sleepover, would you paint my nails?

do you say soda or pop?

something you’ve kept since childhood?

what type of person are you?

how do you feel about chilly weather?

if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing?

perfume/body spray or lotion?

a scenario that you’ve replayed multiple times?

about how many hours of sleep did you get?

do you wear a mask?

how do you like your shower water?

is there dishes in your room?

what type of music keeps you grounded?

do you have a favorite towel?

the last adventure you’ve been on?

is there a song you know every word to by heart?

what’s your timezone?

how many times have you changed your url?

someone in your life, other than a relative, you’ve known for 10+ years?

a soap bar that smells good?

do you use lip balm?

did you have any snacks today?

how do you take your coffee?

an app you frequently use besides this godforsaken site?

what’s your take on spicy foods?

you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it?

can you remember what happened yesterday?

favorite holiday film?

what was the last message you sent?

when did you first try an alcohol beverage?

can you skip rocks?

can i tag you in random stuff?

#ask games :)

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