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[retrokid616]

oh yeah ludinus

not here yet but real talk this better be the bells or M9 if they see his ass again.

[happysparklingshadows]

A Certain Hunger (5/?)

Chapter 4 ✿ Chapter 6

Summary: Just a random few days in the first Summer in the wilderness. (Y/n) explore her surroundings and the people around her in the wilderness to find some sense of control and agency. She is blossoming. Adult (Y/n) gets an unexpected visitor late at night and has deep thoughts about the right move going forward. She also needs to get ready for a romance novel convention, but she just can't catch a break from her pine-scented memories.

Pairing: Surviving!Poly! Yellowjackets x fem!reader (slow burn)

Warnings: Gore, Mentions of Starving, Mentions of weight, Mentions of Chronic Pain and Injury, the 90s setting with the views of the time, homophobia and internal homophobia, Coming out of the closet, Mentions of sex and voyeurism, Mentions of Cheating, Mentions of menstrual cycle, Stalking.

Word count: 16.7k

Notes: HAPPY NEW YEARS! Back in action with my monthly uploads, and I am so happy to have my first headcanon chapter that doesn't follow an episode of the show, I hope I can add about three in the first and second season that shows things more about the reader and her experience out in the wilderness when there was still a lot of hope. I even did a poll for the readers of this story to have a voice in the direction of this arc for the reader. If you have any questions or thoughts about this story, please let me know in my inbox, and if you have any requests, I would love to hear what you all think and want from the story. The three days that I focus on in this chapter are July 7-10,1996, during their time in the wilderness, and I plan on making a timeline written for anyone really into the story!

Day 1 

The hard ground under you was comfortable enough to sleep on, and maybe enough blankets and exhaustion made it the most comfortable place in the cabin. Your pillow's plush, fuzzy fabric snuggled against your cheek as you slept deeply. The pain in your neck rested just right as you folded your arm under your pillow. Your blanket was warm. 

A hollow growl rumbles in your stomach again as you rest. 

You have skipped another meal last night. Making it the third meal of the day you have skipped for the others.

The months have been getting to you.

You didn’t think you could avoid hunger, but you didn’t think your stomach would hurt this much. It felt hollow and sore, but you were mostly fine and had the same energy. You haven’t been getting as much fish as you did your first time fishing, but it was enough for almost everyone. You decided to go without for the past four days to help everyone ration out the food. Lately, you would catch about three fish daily, around 1 pound each for 16 people. It was spreading thin on the days when Natalie didn’t catch any animals, but you were content with it sometimes. 

You had two advantages over everyone else in the woods: you had wilderness survival, and you were overweight. It will take longer for you to suffer from starvation, and if you skip your meal, that just means everyone gets a little more.  You didn’t mind it, but everyone else seemed not to like it; not even the boys wanted you to go without unless you simply put your food on the table and walked outside if you thought the portions too small for everyone. You would just say you could handle it, and if you had a negative calorie intake, it wouldn’t be as harmful as it would be if Jackie or Larua Lee skipped. Sometimes Van, Shauna, Lottie, or even Travis, to your great surprise, skipped with you for everyone else to have more. It was those days when there was a whispering dread in your ear, making you think too far ahead for your liking. You didn’t like to think about the nights becoming colder and the food slowly disappearing, and only having food that you saved, which would be nothing as things were going.  

You worked your anxiety away as much as possible with the fishing and projects around the cabin, so you didn't think about it too much. You still hoped to be saved and didn’t want to think about the colder months unless you had to. 

A soft hand lands on your shoulder and gently pushes you back a few times until your eyes creep open, “Hey, get up.” Natalie’s soft voice comes to your ears as you slowly get up. 

“Wha- what's wrong?” You yawn as you sit up, your hands pushing the wooden floor. You wore your blue and pink striped lattice hem set your mom got you for your trip to Seattle. As you were sitting up, your shoulder peeked out of the top. Your clothes were slowly becoming bigger on you, and you couldn’t find it inside yourself to complain; you had wanted to be a couple of sizes smaller, but this wasn’t how you thought you would lose the extra weight. A thin layer of salty sweat lines your face and neck, feeling every small move with a sticky sensation tickling your flesh. The morning of July was as unforgiving as the day. You pray there will be rain today so you can get a break from the beating sun. 

“Nothing. I got some food,” Natalie said with a smile as she looked over your face. She was most worried about you not eating the last few days. 

“Really!?” You say as you quickly start to get off your makeshift bed from the floor. You try to pull yourself off the floor like you usually do, but your left arm gives out from under you, causing you to light thump back onto the floor, and a sharp stab stocks you through your stiff neck. 

“Are you okay?” Natalie asks, concerned, as she takes your hand, pulling you to stand with her. Her eyes are concerned and worried at your inability to lift yourself. Seeing the biggest girl in the group fall apart wasn't a pleasant feeling because she wasn’t getting enough calories. 

You chuckle as you place your hand on her shoulder as she helps you stand up. Your cheeks become hotter as she holds you up. When you are on solid ground, you softly push her off you and say, “Sorry. I was pretty tired yesterday. I don’t know why; I was just in the heat, I think.” 

“I could tell; you slept like a damn rock yesterday after I got back from hunting. You good?”

“Yeah,” you say with a little sigh of exhaustion, but you smile at her nonetheless. ”It must have been jet lag, " you joke as you run a hand through your hair. You find a greasy curl in your bangs that stood up the whole conversation with Natalie. You try to hide your cringe at the feeling of your own bad hygiene. After two weeks in the wilderness, most of the body smelled sensitivities left everyone after the deodorant ran out. 

“Looks like your prayers have been answered ‘cause I got us some rabbits.” Natalie chuckled as she rubbed the back of her neck and looked at you. 

You don’t notice how her eyes seem to study your movements, “The rabbit traps finally worked?” 

“Yep, we caught four rabbits this morning, but one was lost. Something got to it before we got up.”’ 

“A wolf?” 

“Maybe. But there was just a foot left behind.” Natalie shrugged her shoulders with an amused smile like she was going to laugh. 

“Did you keep it? It’s good luck. Maybe Lottie would have liked it.” You say with a little chuckle at Natalie’s face, and you just turn your head away. You felt your cheeks getting warm talking to her. Before the crash, Natalie was flirty with you, but now she seems more serious. She only talks about food and how people feel, but you always feel like she has a special interest in how you feel. Your stomach growled last night, and she gave you strong looks from the corner of the room.

“Yeah, yeah, you’ll be eatin’ good today.” Natalie jokes as she crosses her arms, leaning on the doorway to the kitchen, the second half of the first floor. She seems to be waiting for you to follow her to the hearth where Mari and Laura Lee are cooking the food, and the smells of meat cooking fill the whole cabin. It was making your stomach growl. 

“Good. I will eat until I am sick if I can." you say as you finally move to look for clothes for the hot day. Natalie's steel-blue eyes lock as you move to your bags on the opposite side of the small room. You thoughtlessly take off your pajama shirt and expose your bare torso. 

Now, after months in the wilderness, you have grown comfortable with your body being seen by others. It didn’t help that you all changed in the locker room together before the crash, but since there was nowhere you could go without peeking eyes, you have grown accustomed to just exposing yourself to change. Even if the boys were in the room, you didn’t even think about it even more because there are a lot of tits out here in these woods. Yours couldn’t be the only ones their eye see in the morning when everyone changes. 

It was a little different this time, and you felt Natalie’s eyes on you, tracing your back as you looked down at your pile of clothes in your luggage bag. You could hear Misty and Krystal quiet in their conversation as you move quickly to find a shirt; your chest softly jiggles for everyone in the room to see. You find a thin pink shirt and a Harley-Davidson shirt your dad gave you that you made into a crop top. You tell Natalie to break the loud silence, “Did you find the rest of the pop tabs?” 

“What?” 

“Wha-” You say as you throw a sports bra on yourself, “Pop tabs, Nat.” 

“Oh, yeah.” She says, quickly pushing her hand into her black jeans pocket and pulling out a couple of old pop tabs from the crash site. “These were the only ones I could find in good enough condition.” 

You throw the pink long sleeve over your head as you take the pop tabs in your hands and push them into your bag. “Thank you, Nat! I needed a few more to improve my net,” you say as you pull the crop top over your head. 

“What do you use pop tabs for again?” she asks with a chuckle. Her smile lingers on her lips, making you feel light in your stomach. 

“Hooks, " you crock out to her as you start straightening your hair as best you can with your fingers. “Just bend them back and forth at an angle, and they're makeshift hooks.” 

“Sick.” She says as she leans away from the doorway. She leans away for you to walk into the second living space. 

“Good morning!” “Morning!” “Hey, (y/n)!” was sent your way as you walked into the room. You smiled and waved back to everyone as you sat down at the table. Everyone had a pile of rabbit meat on their plates, but yours was slightly larger, with berries and the last of the fish jerky on your plate. 

“Guys!” you say as you look at your plate, worried everyone didn’t get enough food. But you are shut down by looks. 

“Stop it; it's yours,” Jackie says, smiling. She then leans her shoulder towards you playfully. 

“Yeah, please. We all thought it would be nice for you to have a big breakfast after skipping the last few nights,” Shauna says as she chews on some dark meat. 

“But, guys-” you try, but your stomach growls as you look at the freshly cooked meat.

“Just shut up and take your present,” Van says with a playful glare and shakes her head. Everyone laughs as you try again to make them take some of your portion. 

You eventually succumb to your urge to eat the meat. You sink your fork into the meat and shovel the dark meat into your mouth. 

You feel the strands of muscle on the rabbit leg you bit. You feel the juices of the fat in its body flush out of the strands as you chew on it more. You savor the gamey and wild flavor of the rabbit’s meat. You just moan as you keep eating everything on your plate. There was a click in the back of your throat as you ate. Your jaw healed weirdly after the crash, making you hear the tiny clicks as you swallow. 

You rub the back of your sweaty neck, and every step you take holds a tiny stab of discomfort at the base of your neck. It’s been two months and three weeks in the wilderness, and most of your wounds from the crash have healed beautifully. Your black eyes, busted lip, and burns healed within the first week, and the more significant wounds on your legs and neck seemed to take longer than expected. Misty said your leg took a little longer to heal than the other wounds, but it was because it was on the lower part of your body, and you believed her. But your neck has yet to feel the same. You know you should have had a brace on it, but you couldn’t find anything to make one without leaving someone without. You hoped that you would be saved before it became a problem. Luckily, it doesn’t hurt so bad anymore, but it felt like you constantly slept wrong on your head, having a stiff neck for the rest of the day. You have been messaging your neck as much as you could as you felt it becomes sharply painful, but you have made it a habit in the week of walking in these woods for hours. 

In another circumstance, these walks in the woods to the lake would have been therapeutic. The sun's rays peek through the branches and kiss the ground with light. The greenery completely consumes the environment, and with such natural beauty, sometimes you stand still, looking up at the tall trees. As you walk down the trail, you look up at the tall branches of the trees. At this point, it becomes almost muscle memory for you as you slowly approach the beach. 

You decided after breakfast to take a bath and clean the grease out of your hair and the thin film of sweat on your skin. You felt uncomfortable in your skin on a hot day out in the Canadian sun, and knowing your day would be spent sitting under the sun fishing, you felt like it was just time to wash and use some of your soap rations and lotion. You hold your toiletries bag, a new pair of underwear, and a towel in your hands as you stand on the end of the grass to the beginnings of the sand, but you stand in place as you look down the lake. 

There standing alone was Lottie in her nightgown, looking absentmindedly out to the sky, almost like she was trying to piece something together being written in the blue. 

You notice her absence at breakfast, and the last few breakfasts, she has been gone, and you always find her at the water, just staring out into space. It worried you, but you knew there was nothing you could do for the time being. The only thing you could do is be there for your friend. You didn’t need her to tell you to notice that there was a mental health issue underlining Lottie’s behaviors lately, even though she is mostly normal throughout the day. Sometimes, you would have a conversation with her so that she could only forget what she was talking about or completely state vague and ominous things without being able to explain herself. 

You softly place your towel on the big rock and untie your shoes. Then, you sit down as the soft waves brush against the hot sand, watching the brunette standing in the water. You stand up from the rock, taking your belt off, then your shorts, until you are in just your underwear. You unclasp your bra from under your shirt, slip the straps through your sleeves, and place your bra onto your towel next to your new pair of underwear. 

You walk toward the water, softly stepping into the cold, blue water. Water splashes caress your leg, hugging your body with fresh frost. As you walked deeper into the water, it was a painful pleasure to reach the unresponsive Lottie. 

When the water was at your thighs, you called out to Lottie, who was only a few more feet away from you, “Hey! Good morning, Lottie!” 

You decided the best thing you could do was be there for Lottie and ensure she was on the right track. You also had to comfort her and help everyone stay in the best conditions possible until you were found. 

She was deeply lost in her daze, but she seemed to slowly come back to reality with slow blinks when she heard your voice. She blurted out, “Huh?” and paused to rub her eyes with her fingers. “Um, right. Good morning, (y/n).” 

 You chuckle, playing down what you were watching, letting her get herself in order, “Hey, I saw you weren’t at breakfast when I woke up.”

“Have you eaten?” Lottie says in a deep, raspy tone as if she is sleeping but looking at you seriously. Hearing her talk to you like that was a little eerie, but it shows her concern about skipping meals. 

“Yeah, Nat found a lot of rabbits, and they basically gave me one whole one with berries. It was surprisingly delicious.” 

Lottie nodded, but her eyes looked miles away from her. She looked down at your body as you came beside her in the lake. She says as she doesn’t look connected to her body yet from wherever her mind is, “What’s the bag?” she asks as she stands still. 

“Soap and stuff, I wanted to take a bath, but I saw you out here and came to you. Can I ask you a favor?” 

Lottie's attention was now drawn to the bag in your hand and your thick thighs. "Yeah, Of course."

She didn’t move for a moment but blinked a few times, a clearer and more present look returning to her face. Lottie turned her body to face you fully. "What do you need?"

“Can you hold my things? I'll take my bath real quick, and you can take one, too, if you want.” 

Lottie blinks at you and nods, her hands out to hold the bag. You smile as you slowly place the bag in her hands. You say, “Is it okay if you hold my shirt too? I know you have seen my tits enough times, but I want to ask before I take it out,”  you chuckle as you look at her shocked face. 

Lottie laughed quietly, her cheeks darkening with a grin spreading on her cheeks, and nodded. "I'm sure I can survive the traumatic experience of having to see your naked tits for another few minutes."

You rolled your eyes as you scoffed, “Whatever.” You quickly take off your shirt and put it on Lottie’s shoulder to keep it from becoming wet. Lottie then glanced around to make sure no one else was there. 'We're alone here, right?"

“I’m sure, and if we weren’t, they wouldn't be seeing anything new.” 

Lottie chuckled as she turned her head back to you, her brown eyes scanning your face as she opened your bag. You move in with your naked body to grab the shampoo, start to dunk your head under the water, and stand back up to rinse the foaming soap. 

 You splash water on your head as you close your eyes and place the soap on the crown of your head. You move the bottle towards Lottie’s direction, then quickly wash your hair with both hands. 

Almost instinctively, you peek your eyes open. You see Lottie looking at your chest and down your torso. She doesn’t even notice your eyes, watching you gaze at her. You close them again and say to her, with a little laugh on your lips, “Wanna take a picture?” 

“Maybe, so I have it for later,” Lottie muttered. She took another longing look as you rinsed the grease from your hair. She said louder before you asked her to repeat herself, “I don’t have a camera.” 

“Guess you just have to use your memory, Matthews.” You laugh as you lean over again. After you rinsed your hair off the shampoo, you also decided to use some conditioner. 

“Don’t make me out as some kind of pervert or something, (y/n)!” Lottie says back with a laugh, and she is now looking at your face as you scrub the smooth soap through your ends. 

“I’m not, but I don’t know, you might be liking my tits.” 

“What can I say? You’re my girl crush.” Lottie says, looking harder at your form as your eyes closed. She quoted Cosmopolitan about movie stars and singers, but Lottie has been thinking she is forming some kind of crush on you since you both shared that kiss late at night. Lottie doesn’t know what to think, but she knows she feels safe with you, and Lottie knows that she is pleasantly surprised with how beautiful you truly are. “I also have a girl crush on Sandra Bullock.” 

You giggled as you rinse out the conditioner from the ends of your hair, “What the fuck?” You laugh as your cheeks grow in heat as she talks at you like this. You are happy she is out of her episode, but you didn’t realize that your tits were so distracting for her. 

Lottie laughs and says, “I don’t know, I am just talking.” 

From across the lake, in the thick brush, she watches with rasped and raggedy breath as she sees (y/n) in the water with Lottie. Jealousy runs through their veins like a heroine, making them hot off this intense hatred for Lottie and even (y/n). “Why is she always with other people? Why does she just show her body off like that? Doesn’t she know how beautiful she is? Doesn’t she know I would kill someone to touch her soft skin just once?” thoughts race through the teen girl's head. She wanted to touch herself at the image of (y/n) so beautiful and vulnerable in the water. If (y/n) was alone, they could have stood in the water bathing with her and watching the soap run down her body up close. It’s all they have ever wanted; it’s what they have thought about for years. They felt themselves retreating to the woods after the sounds of the girls' shared laughter got to their ears. It felt like knives were stabbing into their skin or like bugs digging into their flesh. Their hands formed into hard fists as they stormed away from the shoreline. They couldn’t take much more of this. 

After your bath, you and Lottie separated for the rest of the day. You went to your new fishing spot with your makeshift fishing net, and Lottie returned to the cabin to do laundry. She stopped by with a basket on her hip alongside Laura Lee and Van. They asked if you needed help bringing the two medium-sized grey fish, but you declined. You work hard to weave fishing lines and waterlogged weeds into a sturdy fishing net with two thick branches to anchor the netting. You would bend pop tabs at an angle until they broke, making a hook to braid into the net. You were almost halfway done with this project, but you needed to constantly work on the net to finish it before midseason when fish became less active. 

When you leaned into your braiding, the small remaining hole on the tab got stuck on the fishing line in a specific braid. You let your fishing pole sit lazily next to you. You put a small frog as your bait this time, but there wasn’t even the smallest bite for the last hour. 

Suddenly, as you are weaving the netting, your fishing pole lunges forward, almost getting thrust into the lake water. You quickly drop the net and rush over to your old, rusty fishing pole, and before there is another thrust forward, you grab hold of it. 

A mighty thrust forward caused you to step into the water, and you panicked with the pole. You quickly tried to reel in the line, but it didn’t move; instead, it moved you. 

You looked down at the water with wide eyes. As you saw the clear fishing line thrash about quickly, you stepped back and decided that the best course of action was to pull it to the surface. 

You slip on the mud, and your back leans on a tree as you struggle to pull in the heavy creature at the other end. You panic as you start to feel yourself being pulled forward again into the water by a strong force. You pull the pole with you, both hands on the reel and rod, and rush back to where you sat for hours. Surprisingly, the creature at the other end seemed spooked by you; pulling it forward, the turtle stilled, and as you rushed back to your spot from before, the green ball came to the mud with a low hiss coming into the air. 

You look behind you to see an ugly, large, snapping turtle staring you down. The fishing line is in the turtle's beak, most likely in its stomach, as it ate the frog. 

You were amazed, but you were also scared. You didn’t know what to do, so you stared at him. A few feet away, he stood, afraid, hissing at you. He was at least 25 lbs without his rocky shell. 

SNAP! SNAP! 

Before you could pull him in more, he lunged at you with two great snaps of his jaw, missing you each time but getting closer to you with each bite. He stands a foot away from you with his mouth open to whine a hiss. 

You couldn’t think but quickly backed up again and looked for your knife. You grab it quickly before the turtle can react. You pull him in with all the strength in your arm. He hissed as his body lifted from the ground, and he hung from the line in pain from the hook in his throat. You try to stab the turtle’s neck to kill him, but he reacts quickly.

SNAP! 

You moved quickly out of the way and luckily didn’t lose your finger. You rejected not letting the others help you because now you were dealing with more than before. You didn’t want to let the turtle go, but you didn’t have the strength to keep him in the air like that. You tried again, and he snapped at you. You then decided to put the fishing line on a lower branch of the tree next to you.

You take a trig growing from the broken branch to distract the panicking snapping turtle. You annoy the turtle with a twig to the face, and the turtle snaps onto the twig like it’s nothing, but as he is distracted with the twig, you stab the turtle in the back of its head. The blade pops through its head through the turtle's left eye, popping the small ball out of the socket and making you cringe. You pull the blade from the turtle's head and pull the massive beast from the tree. 

You gave up on the rest of the day after killing the turtle. It was a very taxing experience fighting with an adult snapping turtle, and you pack up for the day. You put your little tabs in the fishing box, and your net inside the box handle to walk home. You put the two gray fishes on the stomach of the snapping turtle as you held onto its shell. Walking home with the big guy was laborious, but it was worth it. You knew how much food he would be if you brought him back, so you kept walking with the turtle, weighing you down. 

When you got to the cabin, everyone circled Natalie, who held a small beaver in her hands. They cheered when you came to view and seemed beyond excited that both of you caught huge catches you had for them all. There was enough food for everyone for the next couple of days, and it could be spread out for 5 days.

Everyone decided to jerk the beaver and fish to keep them longer and to eat the turtle because Mari could make so much soup from it.  

Jackie looked at the slimy moss-green turtle with a curled lip and narrow eyes, “I’m not eating that.” 

“What?” Mari says and steps into your space to look at the turtle. Mari picks up the turtle from its shell with both hands and huffs at the weight as if she knew how to handle the beast. “My mom makes killer turtle soup. We can cook it with its shell. We just have to scrub him up, and we have a whole soup!” Mari smiles as she struggles with now Misty to bring the dead turtle to the porch. 

You held the two small grey fish by their tailfins and added to Mari, “Don’t we have some carrots and spring onions?”

Jackie gave you a sideways glance at the mention of the bendy forest purple carrots you all found by the plane. The carrots naturally grew on the vine marshy ground the plane lay on. They were a fantastic find. The problem was preserving them long enough to eat throughout the days because they were root vegetables. They were bendable and weak but still were edible. “This sounds so gross.” 

“You’re such a stick in the mud, Jackie. Just think it’s rabbit.” Mari says as she starts to wipe the turtle from its blood with a rag. 

“Dude, look at it! It looks like a slug!”

“Dude!” Shauna says to Jackie, nudging her shoulder to make her stop talking badly about their dinner. 

“I would rather have the beaver!” Jackie yelled with defensiveness, her eyes big and wide and serious. 

A snicker from Van started it, making you laugh out loud and making everyone giggle at the joke Jackie unintentionally made. 

“Beaver.” Van says, and it makes everyone laugh harder. Jackie rolls her eyes with a loud ugh. She stomps off to the back of the cabin to get away from the laughing and her unintentional pussy joke.

Late that night, after everyone had eaten the turtle soup, you sat outside on the porch, writing about your day with your journal in your lap. You had picked up the habit from Shauna, and you both decided to write about your experience out in the woods so that if you were found, people would know what happened in your time stranded. You have been becoming lazy with your journal lately because there has been nothing new to write about. You have been fishing, talking with your friends, and worrying about your mom. 

A strong breeze sent a chill down your legs, making you cringe at the cold night. You closed your journal, placed your ballpoint pen in the center, and decided to pack it up for the night. You stood up off the porch steps, but as you stood, you felt a deep pressure in your pelvis, making you want to pee. 

You turned yourself around to go to the woods, the pooping corner, as Mellissa coined it. You felt the tall grass brush against your calves, crickets and salamanders sing in the twilight of the Canadian mountainside; you felt the crisp, clean air reach your nostrils and travel down your throat. You traveled down the small trail you and all the others made from traffic, but you felt a drop in your chest as you approached the bushes. 

Snap!

You turn your head to your right, through the thick brush of trees toward the abandoned plane, to the sound of something snapping a branch. You see the small figure in the brush coming towards you, her hands holding the tree for whatever reason. Her eyes glued on you, her mouth slightly open, she looks shocked at the snapping branch. 

“Misty! Holy moly!” You yelp as you jump back on instinct. Misty always had a way to catch you off guard. “What the hell are you doing over there?” 

“Uh, Peeing?” 

You laugh out loud as you pant. For whatever reason, you feel your heartbeat in your chest. Misty’s unsettling personality isn’t one to be around at night. It is uncomfortable, but it is bearable if you speak right. You put your hand on your chest as you laugh again to distract from her creepiness and act like you are not uncomfortable in her presence. 

“Oh, of course! Sorry, Misty! Doing the same!”

She steps forward out of the brush and keeps her eyes on you. “I could come with you to keep watch, you know, um,  just to make sure you're safe,” she says.

A stiff breeze hit the back of your legs, but it wasn’t as chilling as the feeling of Misty’s eyes staring into yours. Something simmered under the surface—it was always there, but in this moment, it felt dangerous. You felt a desperate need to let her near you, to be friendly with her, but she didn’t know how to mask the sinister undertone in her words. 

You hated the fact you felt pity. You felt bad. You didn’t want to make Misty feel like a freak like everyone else. You remember how crushed she was when Randy called her a dyke at homecoming years back, and you remember the rumors of her having anal and giving boys footjobs even though everyone knew she didn’t. You know how everyone treats her like an outcast in the wilderness. It wasn’t fair to be permanently outcasted because you were offputting but overly kind, you thought. 

“Yeah, sure. Can you hold my journal?” You say to her as you stand in place, waiting for her to be beside you. “Hey, I have a question to ask you, actually?.” you add as you move to be behind a bush. 

Misty looks into your eyes softly, her hands tightly holding the leather bond book. She smiles tightly and says, “Yeah?” 

“What are those birds out on the water, do you know?” you ask as you unbutton your pants, move to a squat and pee. Your eyes lock onto Misty as you continue, “The one that makes those loud dove noises. I know those aren’t crows because they are like ducks sitting on the water and don’t sound like crows. They are so loud and scary early in the morning.” 

Misty smiles, her eyes perking up with light, her face almost red with excitement as she proclaims, “Those are Common Loons. The black ones with red eyes.” She says with a smile growing on her lips, like she is smiling under the mask she wears, “Fun fact! They use Loon calls as Mourning Dove calls in movies because Loon’s are a lot more crisp sounding.” 

You smile at her softly as you study her face. “That’s crazy... I thought it was some kind of duck or something.” You chuckle as you watch her face. You look to the forest floor for some leaves to wipe with, and Misty continues talking about different birds. You feel a shiver down your spine at how normal Misty is. 

After you were done, you walked with her, took your journal back from Misty, and kept talking about her special interest in birds. She told you she has a pet named Neapolitan, Yellow Canary, back home who always sings for her when she enters her room. As she was talking, you watched closely at her eyes and lips. 

Her eyes are bright and wide, and her lips turn upward as she speaks. But it was as if something inside wasn’t connecting with her eyes. 

There was no sadness or grief at being here and not with Neapolitan. There was just contentment in her face. 

Misty is acting the same way she did before the crash. She seemed fine, happier talking about the loon out on the lake more than her pet in her room. It wasn’t right. It made no sense. It scared you. 

The energy coming off misty just made you want to run away. You don’t understand why Misty is giving you the creeps in the back of the cabin, but you don’t feel well hearing her speak. Hearing her become so content with being here and talking about home like it didn’t tear her apart made you feel sick. You couldn’t understand how she wasn’t sobbing, talking about home or a pet, and just talking to you like this was her best conversation in years. 

Misty was at the porch with you as you started to step up the stairs to the cabin’s front door; she listed, “There is also the brewer sparrow, burrowing owl, bald eagles, American dipper, the brown-headed cowbird-”

“Misty?” 

“Yeah?” She asked with her head whipping back to you, her blonde curls bouncing around her head with the movement. 

“I need to ask you a serious question, and it needs to stay between us, okay?” 

Her eyes widened for a second as she approached you with a deadly serious expression, taking the face you needed her opinion on sincerely. “Anything, what is it?”

You sigh and look away from her at the beautiful starry sky above you. “Do you think we're going to be found? I just—” You sigh as you look at the north star off the side of the Waxing gibbous.

“I don’t know.” Misty immediately answers before thinking about it, but she says, “Maybe the plane had its last location sent to the power tower, and people are searching high and low for you guys.” 

“What do you mean “you guys”? Your family are looking for you like all our families are.” 

“I don’t think they are, " Misty said as if it were a fact. At this moment, her eyes were empty of emotion, and her face looked too relaxed to be natural. 

“Don’t say that.” 

“Well, don’t ask if we’re going to be found as if you've given up hope, (y/n),” Misty says with a serious voice as she steps closer to you, with her face almost in yours, “You are the one everyone is looking up to for what to do out here, you're the one holding all of this together, and you can’t start asking those things now. You’re our only hope of staying alive long enough for search teams to find us, and you're doing amazing. You can’t lose hope now.” 

She spoke to you like she was pushing you on a pedestal, building your confidence with a fierce glare to push you back in place. It was so unsettling. It was just wrong; it felt wrong, like she was toying with you for losing hope, which was so odd. Why do that? 

Just like the day you left the locker room after their last game before the whole plane ride, she hid in the hallway just to stare at you. 

“Okay, " you say to her as you fight the urge to step back, trying not to hurt Misty’s feelings. I’ll try. Sorry. I haven’t given up hope; I have just been getting wary lately.” 

“It’s okay, (y/n), just make sure you don’t tell anyone else what you just told me because that might scare them.” Misty says again with her smile creeping up slowly, predatorily, like a wolf lifting its lip to lick their chops. 

You blink slowly, feeling unnerved by the words but seeing why she was saying them. “I mean, I am just being realistic. I’m not trying to be a stick in the mud.”

“I know that.” Misty quickly animates her face and body, her hands to her chest to prove her innocence, with her eyes looking big up at yours. “We’re friends that understand each other, but the others don’t understand that. They will judge you and never take you seriously again.” 

You look at her momentarily to understand what she is saying and feel the sinister undertone in her words. You know you should play it dumb and safe, though, as you smile at her and say, “Yeah, okay, you're right. Sorry for talking crazy.” 

“No problem, bestie!” Misty beamed with a tight grin. Her eyes looked cold as she tried to make her smile warmly. 

‘21

You had a wonderful last few days. When Misty dropped you off at your house, you quickly wrote the ending for your smutty novel. It was a perfect ending where the two women stay together and have hot sex, the perfect ending for a complicated romance story. It made you so happy to turn in the novel finally to your publisher, which after review, they fucking loved as well. It was sent to the editors, and the book's production will start by the end of next month. You couldn’t help but feel so accomplished that you even took your father out on a nice dinner to celebrate, and you have been on a happy high since. 

Tonight, you have been sent over the editor's notes to fix the holes in the story. You went to get yourself a coffee and dinner and came home to see your cat sitting on your laptop keyboard. 

You then took the next couple hours devoting yourself to critically combing through your story, your handwritten notes beside you, and your reading glasses sitting on the bridge of your nose. The chapters have been read over four times with edits each time to be approved in your eyes to move to the next. You remember when your first published book came out. It was a lesbian Vampire book trilogy about a feminine Noblewoman meeting a street fighting masc, which just so happened to come out at the same time the movie Twilight came out.  The success of the movie made your book blow up in popularity among queer groups, in conservative groups from outrage, and from everyday literature lovers. You remember how stressed you were when you were writing the series and how many demands were placed on you to push out the next book and the next, and then you didn’t hear from your publisher for a year until they demanded a new book. You then wrote a fantasy book romance that had a fairy falling in love with a goblin, another successful series. Now, on your third romance trilogy, you have grown bored of your fantasy creatures and celebrate concepts. Tension grows in your shoulders in your computer chair, and you lean back, taking your glasses off in exhaustion. 

Rubbing your eyes and leaning back in your chair, you naturally pulled back. The wheel glided on the carpet under your resting foot, and your eyes landed on the open closet. 

Your chest grew hot, and your breath became deep. Staring at your closet door, with your hands on your head, you slowly rose from the chair. 

“You don’t need to read them again.“ The voice begs in the back of your head.

In a semi-self-inflected trance, you step into the closet and find a mess of clothes and long-forgotten items: skates from the 1980s, notebooks from NYU, and an old steel safe.

“Stop it. You don’t need to read them again.” It says again.

Your painted fingers type in the code, your mother's birthday, and quickly open the safe. When you open the safe, a wave of smell barrels towards your nose, smelling like old paper, dirt, dust, and small hints of Pine. 

You start at the worn black leather of the bound journal, which has water and sun damage staining on the exterior. The once-white pages have yellowed over the years, and the quality feels like it will fall apart in your hands before too long. 

You gradually breathe as you lean against your closet wall and slide down, looking at the 25-year-old journal. 

“(Y/n), it’s not going to change.” The voice pleads as you turn the page to a random page of the first book you found. 

7/7/96 Today was productive and amazing!  I caught a snapping turtle about 30ish ibs, and we made a yummy soup of it. It's the best thing I've had out here so far because I feel myself salivating about it. I can't wait to have a bowl tomorrow for breakfast. When Travis took a bite of the soup, he got the eyeball of the turtle, and he gagged. Mari said it was good luck and should eat it, but he kept gagging. He is so pathetic!! Natalie caught a beaver today, and we decided to make it jerky. Jackie didn’t want to eat the turtle, so she said to everyone with a straight face, “I want the beaver!” Needless to say, it made us all laugh until we peed! I am feeling happy today and hopeful. I feel better about being here, but it doesn’t make me feel completely at ease at the thought of being okay. I hope they haven’t given up looking for us, and I know everyone’s family wouldn’t stop looking for us.  7/8/96  I caught two fish, one of which was a salmon (score!!) Natalie and I started making a map by walking around the area and building it together. I had a bowl of turtle broth for breakfast and some fish jerky. a lot of progress with my fishing net. I am about ¾ completed, but I need more stable vining. I feel somewhat like I am PMSing, and I am so not ready to be on my period just yet again out here. I wish I had a pad or tampon out here. All we have is homemade ones out of shirts and stuffing made from cattails fluff. I am about to start because I am much more sad than yesterday.  I miss my mom so much I can’t even help but cry when I think of her face

You violently start to sob and cover your face with your hand after reading the tragic line from your old journal. The journal that you and Shauna started there. It’s been 25 years since you wrote that sentence in the journal, but the statement is never more accurate than it is right now. You felt like you were 18 again. You were a child missing their mother and just want to talk to them about it. About everything, but you couldn’t. There was no way for you to talk to your mother again. Nothing has changed from then to where you are now. 

It was physical proof of your broken mind and heart. The words don’t even sound like you anymore. It was so young and naive, hopeful to no end. But when you see lines like that, you break down like a baby. Maybe it was for all the times you didn’t cry when you should have been out there. 

You felt as you looked at the young woman’s words a feeling of grief that just harassed you in place when you so much as looked at a page. It didn’t matter if it was a sad or mundane page. It always made you break down. You don’t understand why you still have urges to read over your old dairy, but you did almost every week for your whole adult life. Maybe it was a reminder of the dead young girl you used to be or just clinging onto the moments in the wilderness that made you feel whole. It made you feel like you knew everything, your purpose, and the meaning of life, but as time marched forward, you didn’t feel any more in place than you did then.

It wasn’t fair. 

You were just a girl. 

You all were just children. 

You may not have died, but a part of your soul did. Some of you just couldn’t escape those pine trees and butterfly weeds. It’s been a whole lifetime away, but you still haunt yourself. 

It hurt because the words were just as true then as they are now. 

You missed your mom. 

You missed yourself. 

Knock! Bang! Knock! Bang! 

You pause in panic and hold the journal to your chest in fright. You don’t understand. Is it real? It’s dead of night outside, and you live in the middle of nowhere. 

Knock! Bang! Knock! Bang! 

“Hello! (Y/n)! Open up, please!” A familiar feminine voice yells from outside your house. It comes from your backdoor. The glass French doors rattled from the knock from the other, making a vibration ring out into the house and your shaking heart. Your anxiety spikes as you slam your journal shut, and you throw it into the safe, shutting the safe door with a sharp click. You race downstairs and go toward the doors with your heart beating violently against your chest. You don’t know why, but you knew you had to open the door for some reason without a fight. 

You rush to your door in a panic, worried it is one of the team members in trouble and immediately needs you, and quickly unlock the back door. You felt foolish and like you were putting yourself in danger by opening the door when it was dark outside, but the knocking wouldn’t let up.

You rip open the door to come face to face with the big blue eyes of your goddaughter. 

“Callie!?”

“Before you say anything, I need to-“

“Oh my god! Are you alright?” You gasp at her and grab her arms, looking over her small teenage body for any wounds or signs of her being harmed. How did she get here? She doesn’t have her license yet. She lives 3 miles away. She is in her bedclothes and has no coat or a bra.

“What? No, I’m fine.” She says to you in a snapping tone, tired from her journey to your home. She came from the wooded separation between the neighborhoods. You stand in shock, your mouth wide open as you stare at Callie. 

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE SO LATE!?” you raged as you grabbed ahold of her arm. You look outside to see if her boyfriend is there in his car. He wasn’t. You pull her into your warm home. “What the hell are you thinking!? It’s 1:20 in the morning!” 

“Jesus Christ, Let me explain, chill!”

“Chill!? Are you serious? Does your mom know you're here?” 

“Like she cares! She thinks I am at Cyanne's house, and I came home, but no one was home.” 

“Callie, of course, she cares about you. She cares a whole shit ton about you.” 

“Sure, she does.” She rolls her eyes softly, looking to the floor to examine her shoes. She is ashamed and defensive and feels foolish for coming here. You can read it all over her face. You take a deep breath. You need to calm down and make her understand.

“Callie, I am freaking out because I love you. Why did you walk to my house in the middle of the night with no coat? Do you know how dangerous that was?” You continued with a stern voice, your hand on her arm again to make her look at you.

She rolls her eyes again, annoyed, “I was okay, alright! I am fine! I was cold, and my feet hurt, that’s it!” 

“You could have run into a dangerous person, you could have gotten lost in the woods-“ 

“I didn’t, OKAY!” 

“Why are you here?” You ask again with her stern tone, your hand holding her tighter to make her look at you.

“My parents are cheating on each other.” She blurted out as she kicked off her shoes. She moves her arm out of your hold to sit on the couch beside your backdoor. You let her push off your hold of her at the words; you feel a sense of guilt come over you again as you lean against the wall. 

Day 2 

The humidity of the July morning breeze made your skin feel sticky as you carried some logs toward the chopping block for the firewood you all would need for the day. You woke up early today, restless as always, and stuff in the neck as you were the day before, and you look down at your tied shoes. Noticing the now caked-on dirt, mud, and leaves that have stained the fabric of your shoes it made you sad to see how dirty they got within only a few months out here.

You lift your head, and to your shock, you stand still in what is in front of you. As you approached the back of the cabin through the woods, you noticed two girls giggling against a tree. You see pale hands holding the tree as they lean into the other girl, their other hand on the other girl's stomach. You almost immediately know it was Taissa and Van making out against a tree. Soft moans from Taissa came out as she arched her back against the tree. You notice Van’s other pale hand down Taissa’s shorts. 

You were in shock as you watched them. You felt dirty for walking in on their intimate moment and pervert for feeling your body tingle at them touching each other. Jealously ran hot in your veins, but embarrassment possessed you stronger. You realize you are watching like a peeping Tom and try to turn away from them.

Snap!

You cringe at the snapping of a branch under your foot. The two girls turn to your snapping branch to find you standing awkwardly behind them with wood logs in your hands. 

“(Y/n)!” “Please, stop-” 

“Guys, it’s, please don’t panic-” You try to calm the two down as they storm towards you. Van’s face was painted red, eyes dressed in worry as Taissa’s face was panicked. 

“(y/n), You can’t tell anyone about this! I’m so sorry you walked in on this, but don’t think that we are lesbians or anything we- we just-” Taissa rambles as she grabs your arm to keep you there. They’re scrambling to find any explanation or excuse to explain the two of them making out against the tree even though there was no way to play down what they did. They still tried, and you just shook your head. 

“Please, it’s okay, I promise-” 

“You can’t tell anyone about this, (y/n)! They can’t find out about us; please don’t.” Taissa panicked again, tears in her eyes. The sight made you pause, and your heart hurt. Seeing how hard they tried to hide their love made you want to cry. 

“Please, (y/n), don’t tell anyone,” Van added with deeply concerned eyes. She kept her hands to her waist, hugging herself, and tried to hide the proof of Taissa on her hands. 

You look at the two with wide eyes as you realize you must calm them down. “I won’t tell anyone about this! I didn’t mean to walk in on you two-’

Taissa completely broke down as you spoke. Her face turned painfully in sadness as she started to cry. Her cheek was red with a lack of breath, and her eyebrows furrowed together tight. She was stressing out and about to have a panic attack. 

You drop your wood logs on the forest floor, approach Taissa, and hug her. She tried to push you off at the first attempt, but at your second, she came into your arms with deep sobs coming from her stomach. 

She wasn’t just crying about you finding out she was gay. 

Your eyes scan towards Van, who bites the cuticle on her finger as she watches anxiously. It seemed to be a death sentence for the two to be found out. You say without hesitation, “I’m not saying a word. You have my word. I would rather die.” 

Van blurts, “(Y/n), it’s okay, but you're not okay with this. We don’t know what to say-” 

“Please, " you say again as you rub Taissa’s back. She is still sobbing quietly in your neck. With tears in your eyes, you say, “I understand. I get it more than you understand.” 

There was a pause in the air after you spoke. Even Taissa calmed her breathing and her cries. 

Van’s eyebrow quirked in confusion, and Taissa, hidden in your neck, seemed to be doing the same. 

You felt brave in this moment with the two completely a mess in their shame and worry. 

“I have known about you two for a while. I didn’t say anything because I was envious of you two. You found each other, and you had each other.” You pause as you try to find the right words. Taissa pulls away to look at you. I never found anyone to be with like you two.” 

“What are you saying?” Van asks, her eyebrow higher on her forehead as she slowly figures out what you are saying. Taissa quietly connects the dots as she listens to you speak. 

You tear up more as you would say it out loud for the first time. You felt emotional. 

“I like girls, Van. I’m gay. I’ve never tried to be with a guy or anything, but I am sure I won’t be getting with anyone who isn’t a woman.” 

They both pause as the moment comes over the three of you. A eureka moment was almost in the air as you looked down at your feet. 

“I’ve known about you two since Randy’s party before leaving for Seattle.” You said as you looked at your feet. “I saw it in the way you two looked at each other. I just knew. I don’t know if anyone who isn’t gay would know, but I knew.” 

You look back up to the two silenced girls and add, feeling yourself vomiting your emotions to the two only people who would understand, “I didn’t say anything because I was happy you two found each other. I was jealous because I didn’t have anyone, but I wouldn’t do that to you. I know how much it would kill me if someone told people before I was ready. I mean, I haven’t even dated a guy before or had sex with one to completely know if I am, but I just never had the urge to be with a guy, so I don’t think I am wrong…”

“(y/n), Why didn’t you tell us?” Taissa asks. She steps closer towards you with a hand holding yours kindly. It touches your heart. 

You choke up as a tear comes to your eye. Van comes towards you, too, with a soft smile. “I don’t know. I didn’t even want to mention it. I don’t want you to think I wanted to do something wrong or that I wanted to break you two up-” 

“Oh, no, no, (y/n), you big dummy.” Van chuckles as she comes to hug you and rubs your back. “We would never think you would do that!”

Taissa agrees instantly. She says, “We didn’t even think you would tell anyone; we were just panicked!” 

‘I know, I get it! So, please believe me when I say the secret is safe with me! I am happy you two are together, and I don’t want to push you before you are ready to say anything. It's none of my business to tell.’ 

“Thank you,” Taissa says again, deeply touched by your words. As you finish speaking, she quickly pulls you into a hug. Van quickly follows suit. She holds a soft smile the whole time. 

You softly cried and said in Taissa’s chest, “You two are the first I’ve ever told. Not even Shauna and Jackie know.” 

It always felt so shameful that you never told your closest friends your true proclivities, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to look them in the eyes and say you liked girls and not guys. Not after years of lying and saying you wanted to fuck random guys you decided you had a crush on, you felt like if you let the truth out to Jackie and Shauna, it would hurt whatever dynamic you had left after your distance because of your mom’s health. You skipped out on so many hangouts, sleepovers, club meetings, and even birthdays with your sandbox best friends, and it has been slowly killing you. They still reached out and acted like nothing changed, but you all know things have shifted to Jackie and Shauna being the best friends, and you are now the tagalong old friend. But since being out in the wilderness, you have been closer to them than ever. Every day the three of you steal away time to talk shit and just be girls for a few hours by the river while you fish. It was slowly feeling like it did back in freshmen year of high school when you three were a true trio, but the growing weight of your mental health and shame for not telling them so many things, being gay being one of them. 

Van rubs a hand on your back as she pushes a hair behind your ear. “I am very happy to be the first to hear it. Thank you for telling me that. I told my big sister, " she confesses. She smiles softly at you, a sadness in her eyes. “She wasn’t super happy about it, but after a while, she acted the same as she always had.”

Taissa nods her head and says with a chuckle, “You are the first I’ve had to tell I was gay without dating them.” 

You chuckle softly back as you pull away from the hug. You say as you look at the two again, “Please, believe me when I say it’s all going to be okay. Just be more careful with people being around.”

After this morning, the day went smoothly. Van went to chop wood, Taissa started cleaning laundry in the lake shortly after your deep confessions, and you went out to fish like always. 

Today was a lucky day in the spring season because you caught a small gray fish and a Salmon. You caught a stray salmon on its way to lay eggs for the season, and it was completely healthy. As you raised the fish from the water, it snapped its tail. 

You returned to camp with your wins, only to find Natalie returning with two more brown rabbits, dragging the small animal back to camp. 

“Hey, pretty lady, what are you doing over there?” she calls as she approaches you on the trail. She seems in good spirits today, walking with a skip in her step, the rifle comfortably hanging from her shoulder. 

“Got a fish, what about you, baby?” You say back with a chuckle at the end, trying to flirt back with her playfully. 

She chuckles with you, a big smile, as she lifts the rabbits in her hand. " I got some dinner.” 

You chuckle again without realizing you feel like a stupid schoolgirl not even listening to Natalie’s words, and you beam to her, “You did well with those traps!” 

Natalie blushes as she chuckles; her hand scratches the back of her neck, and her eyes shy down to the ground. “Yeah, well, you helped me set them up.” 

“It was nothing because you were doing almost all of it.” You giggle offhandedly, and you walk together to the cabin. You then snap your fingers that you remembered a thought you had. “I have an idea to run by you!” 

“What’s up?” 

“I was thinking that maybe we could start making a map of some sort to find a way out because we both go into the woods often.” 

Natalie nodded slowly as she processed what you said, “like how?”

“Like we can draw the cabin as the center and then draw everything around it until we are as far as we can go.” You say with a shrug as you reach the cabin. Girls circle the fire, talking, working on firewood, hanging and sewing clothes on the line. 

Natalie looks at you as you both place the animals on the table in the cabin for Coach Scott to skin for cooking later. “I see. You're saying we piece together everything we know until we get enough coverage to find a way out?” 

“Yeah! I don’t know, but can we figure it out while we go? Like when we are bored, we draw more to the map.” 

“Yeah, okay, I like this plan.” She smiles as she slowly looks over your face. With a cute shrug, she says, “I’m happy I’m doing something. Gives me a reason to steal your time.” 

You giggle a little at the comment, trying not to take it as a clear hint that she wants to be with you. You say, “You always steal some of my time away, baby.” 

“I just want more.” Natalie smiled at you playfully as she slid away from you in the kitchen doorway to the other living space. You felt yourself smile to yourself in a flustered state, huffing out air. “Holy shit.” You mumble as you walk from the table to the back of the cabin. 

‘21

You lean against the wall with your eyes wide. You study Callie’s distraught face and see her lip quivering.

“My mom is cheating on my dad, and my dad is never home because his stupid fucking database needs work on, but it’s all just bullshit!” Callie says with a quiver in her voice, and tears come to her eyes, and she continues to say, “I am so sick of this shit!” 

You stay quiet because you feel like she just wants to yell out her frustrations at you, and you want her to calm down. 

“My mom asks me how I am or my day at school, but she doesn’t care about me! She doesn’t know what music I am, she doesn’t like my clothes, she hates my boyfriend, I can’t do this.” She has fat tears rolling down her face as she rages on. She tries to keep up the front that she is nonchalant and doesn’t care even though it is failing. “She just looks at me with these cold fucking eyes. I can’t stand it anymore. She looks at me and doesn’t see me at all! I am just a roommate to her!”

“Callie, that is not true. Your mother loves you.” 

“No, she doesn’t. She fucking hates me.” 

You stop yourself from yelling at her by closing your eyes and covering your mouth. You had a painful flash of a memory as she says that, of a bloody pile of rags used in the wilderness that old winter night when Shauna was in labor for the first time. You remember her cries that rattled your soul and caused you to have a tear in your eye. You could never bring yourself to speak about the baby before her, and it wasn’t your place to tell Callie something so heartbreaking about her mother. It didn’t stop your heart from breaking. 

“Callie, stop-“

“I know she is fucked up, and she is traumatized, but she doesn’t care how she traumatizes me.” She says with her eyes full of angry tears, and she points to herself with her hands, but her eyes grow wide as she looks at you across from her after that sentence.

You just stood there emotionless against the wall, with your eyes losing color as she paused to reflect on what she said. You sigh deeply. You slide down a wall for the second time tonight as you softly raise your eyebrow at her and look away for a second. You take out the pack of cigarettes in your sweatpants pocket, and you put one in your mouth.

“I’m going to let you in on a little something,” you pause to light your cigarette, “something about the woods.” 

You see her eyes keep wide and watery as she hugs her arms around her belly. She is focused on what you are saying but says nothing, scared of what will happen.

“Your mom, Jackie, and I have been best friends since kindergarten. We met playing house at recess and were always at each other's hips.” You say as you take a puff of your stick, looking at Callie with soft eyes, “I knew how your mother was when we were young. She was stubborn and guarded with her emotions; sometimes, Jackie and I couldn’t figure out what she was thinking. She hid some things from us but always told us eventually.” 

You stand up and sit next to Callie on your couch. You stare at the floor in front of you. Not her as you continue, you want to vomit, “But when we got out there, uh, the things that happened,” you pause yourself as you feel your lip quiver, “You have heard what people say about us, how they whisper what we did and what we did to each other to survive, is not as bad as it did go, honey.” You say with honesty dripping in your haunted tone, and you are in a faze staring at the burls in your hardwood floors. You know what you said was too dark and too vague not to continue as she sits beside you with bated breath. “People passed away out there because the winters were so cold that death felt like going to sleep. People passed away because they were trying to hunt, and wolves found them.” You stopped yourself again as you felt a tear fall from your eye. You weren’t even in your own body as you kept talking. It is somewhat the truth, mostly a lie, but still, the same reality you lived. You didn’t need to tell her the truth just yet. 

You didn’t even look at the girl in the corner of your eye. Callie stared in awe as you spoke about the unspeakable—the crash and surviving the wilderness. Tears formed in Callie’s eyes as she looked at her godmother. She was emotionally and mentally affected by what had happened just from speaking vaguely about it, thinking about you as a teenager going through all that, and thinking about her mother as a teenager in that situation, too.

“I need you to know what happened out there changed your mother. It kept her alive. It’s why she is here today, baby.” You say as you slowly turn to look at Callie. You push your goddaughter's hair behind her ear as your face stays still, tears running down her young, flustered cheeks. “When we lost Jackie, me and your mom were never the same. Something died within us. And every time you come face to face with the death of a friend like that, it kills something inside of you. It’s hard having kids of your own when you have known so many dead children at one time…”

You put your cigarette out as it reached the filter of the stick, and you flicked the rest into the small ashtray on the corner table.  “Callie, you are the age we were when all that happened. I know that in some small part when she looks at you, she sees what she could have been if it hadn’t been for the crash. And maybe it’s why she isn’t close to you right now or why she isn’t up your ass wondering what you're doing. Because she wants you to have a good time and do the stupid teenager stuff. She will never tell you that, though.” You say with a smile to Callie and a nudge to her side. You look at the calmed-down girl who looked deep in thought with her hands on her knees, 

You add to her ear with a warm tone to your voice again, your hand on her shoulder. “She loves you. Period. She worries sick about you, and she couldn’t put you down when you were born because she worried you would go away if she let you go, Callie. But she couldn’t be a mother like she could have been if your mom had never been out there in those woods, even if that doesn’t make that easier for you or make it fair… it was some really dark times out there for your mother, and that’s why she is not as emotionally open like other mothers. I’m sorry, Callie, but please don’t think your mother loves you.”

“Okay.” 

“And with that being said, what is happening with your mom and dad is between them. Stay out of it. I don’t know what is happening, but you have no part. They love you, no question, even if they are cheating. I understand it is affecting you and making you uncomfortable, but you can’t get involved with your parents. Okay.” You add that as you nudge her with your shoulder with a big smile. She softly smiles back with a shake of her head. 

“Fine.” She sighs, defected. 

You stand before your stove as you fry eggs in a pan. You yawn as you sip on your coffee. Your eyes still have a sleep crust in the corners of your eyes. You woke early to make breakfast for the sleeping Callie on your old sofa. Last night, after your long talk with Callie, you led her to your comfy sofa with the TV controller. You have her a pillow and a throw blanket to sleep on as you sit in your dad's old recliner. You let Callie put the TV on CartoonNetwork on some show she liked as a kid. You didn’t care much for its colorful characters or their loud laughing, but you leaned back as you heard Callie softly snore beside you in the living room. You leaned on your fist as you napped until the morning birds chirped outside your window. 

You made a big breakfast for the two of you, including eggs, bacon, toast, and a fruit salad bowl. When you hear the teenager walking down the hallway connecting to the kitchen, she slumps into a counter chair. She looks comfortable and relaxed at your house, as you always do when you watch her. 

“Good morning, Callie. How did you sleep?” You asked as you poured yourself another cup of coffee.

She yawns with her arms wide stretching, and she says in a deep yawn, “Good! I’m starving!” 

You chuckle as you place the fruit bowl before her and fry her eggs, “Eat up. You came at the right time. I needed to get rid of some food.” 

Callie chuckled as she threw a blackberry into her mouth. She says, “See, your favorite goddaughter coming over wasn’t such a bad thing.” 

“No, but sneaking out of your house at midnight and crossing town to my house isn’t so cool.” As you look at the side of your face to her, you want her to know you’re not over the danger she put herself in to talk to. “You couldn’t have called me to pick you up.” 

“You would have said no.” 

“I might have, but you would have been safe.” 

Callie sighed and took another berry in her mouth, slumping back in the chair almost defectively. You sigh in return as you plate the buttery egg for the child, “Listen, I love you. I care about your safety and feelings, okay? I would have come to your house and taken you out for ice cream or something. I wasn’t doing much then anyways, just picking out an outfit.” 

Callie looks at you with big, soft eyes as you push the plate toward her. She just keeps her head down as you speak. Callie picks up a fork and eats the hot eggs and bacon. She mumbles as she eats, “Thank you for talking to me last night. About what happened.” 

You move beside her, slumping into the chair. " Any time, I’ll always be there for you.” 

“Why were you picking out an outfit at 1 in the morning?” Callie chuckled as she spoke, completely taken from your comment earlier. 

You chuckle and say, “I’m promoting my book at a convention soon, so I was trying to find something cute.” 

“Can I help you?” She asks you with big eyes, pleading for a yes, and shoves the hot egg into her mouth. 

You chuckle and nod, “Finish your breakfast, and we can look around.”

Day 3

You and Natalie decided to start the map idea today. You went west towards the plane. There were enough animals that you both felt comfortable not fishing for the day, so you could devote more time to mapping the area. Today was the hottest day this week, and just walking to the front door from getting dressed made you sweat like a pig. 

“Alright, I’m going to head north, and you go to the plane, try to find out what's beyond that big ass tree.” Natalie says to you casually as she readjusts the rifle strap on her shoulder. She looks over you softly. 

You nod as you hold onto the strap of your purse, which you emptied to use as your forage bag—it just so happens to hold your remaining cigarettes. “Okay, I’ll try to get back at sundown, but I might take some rest.” 

“Please do. Try to get under some shade and stay out of the sun.”

“I’ll try. You better try, too. You're so pale you’ll get sunburnt just standing right here.” 

Natalie chuckled and shook her head, turning herself around to walk in her direction for her hunting, “Sundown!” 

You smile and turn away towards the trail, “Sundown!” 

You then march forward in the familiar trail down the forest. The way to the plane crash was like the back of your hand at this point. The once long and narrow path has become comfortable to travel through from Natalie and Travis. 

The heat surrounded your skin, creating a sticky film that dripped down every curve of your plush body. You felt a sweat drop from your back and collect on your bra’s clasp. The heat was getting to you, but you kept yourself under the shade of the tall trees. You would have already been resting if you were directly under the sun. 

 A pale-barked tree with lime leaves had dark branch scars on its flesh, standing at a curve in the trail, looking like almond eyes staring down at you in random directions. It was natural for birch trees to have lower branches to break off so that the plant could focus on the top branches that face the sun, but the scars of the branches falling age into the almost furrowed fiber. It was unreal but completely natural. As it was unnerving, it was beautiful. You stop yourself in awe at the simple, complex, tall plant; it is skinny but tall enough to be at least 50 years old and 60 feet tall and stare up in wonder at the peaks of sunlight through the cotyledon. As you gently let your eyes glance down, the slight curve of its shape as it comes to its base. 

The symbol stares at you. You softly raise your eyebrow as you stare down at the carving. It had to be new because it was at eye level with you, but it was faded enough not to be made by one of your teammates. Was it the mummy in the attic that made this? Or was it someone else? You were always so confused as you looked at the odd shape in the bark that your finger ran across the image out of a sudden urge. Your finger glides against the triangle, the short arms of the descending sides, the long diagonal line that crosses the entire shape, a crowned circle to the point on the top, and then a crooked hook at the base. You sighed to yourself as you moved away from the birch tree to continue on the trail. Your finger tingled with the friction.

You passed the old plane with a stiff, steady foot away from the eerie sight. Since the crash, you had wanted nothing to do with planes. The thought alone of being suspended in the air made your heart squeeze in your chest, and your stomach turn. You didn’t look at the white exterior as you rushed past the beast. 

When you get past the wide thick dark brown oak tree, aka big ass tree, that had moss dominating the left side, at least 150 years old, you walk forward on the tall grass. You look down at the ground and try to find anything worth taking back as you walk forward, making the map a wonderful excuse to forage. 

The summer has been a little dry in the last few weeks, with insufficient rain. The grass is turning brown in places as you move forward. The ground was barren of any nuts or mushrooms. You glace up, and you pause. 

In front of you was the old, wide, thick tree again, and the plane was just behind you again. You looked behind yourself to be sure of it. 

The plane was behind you again like you hadn’t walked at least five feet away from it. 

A breeze brushed against your side, moving the baby hairs on your cheek as you studied the tree in front of you in confusion. 

The timber has deep lines embedded in the tree's grain, and the moss grew on every pendant's surface. The swirls of the fiber were enchanting to look at and find where the line goes, but you pull yourself back from the beauty of the wood. You pull your crop top up to your face and wipe the multiple drops of sweat trailing down your nose and cheeks. 

 You march forward with some determination, trying to solve this problem. It made no sense. 

You walk past the mossy oak tree again and go towards the crowd of trees in front of you that goes on and on. Your eyebrow quirks stay on your forehead as you continue on your journey. 

And you walk forward towards the detritus as expected. The crunch of dead leaves and branched cry under your feet as you walk faster forward. Your eyes softened as you glanced around the environment, and you felt the uneasiness of whatever happened to melt from your shoulders. You reason that you must have turned yourself around when looking down at the mushrooms. You feel your mind wander as you march forward. You look up absentmindedly to look at the leaves above your head for some kind of entertainment. 

Your eyes level back to their natural direction, and when you do, they widen in terror. 

The cabin was before you, and Natalie was next to you. She looked at you nonchalantly and said, “Please do. Try to get under some shade and stay out of the sun.”

You freeze in place as you stare at the bleach blonde with a cold sweat coming over you. You felt the sweat collected from the hike you just had, and it felt like you spilled in time back to your conversation over 45 minutes ago. 

“Hey, are you alright?” Natalie asked concernedly, her hand touching your upper arm to reassure you. She noticed how much you were sweating and was completely confused. How could you be so sweaty from walking from the cabin to the fire pit?? 

You just stare into her eyes, feeling scared, “Wha-what?” 

“I said to stay out of the sun. Are you alright? Are you sure you're up for it today? It’s really hot.” Natalie says as she looks you over. She notices the pale complexion on your face and how your hands softly shake. “We haven’t looked past the tree, but you shouldn’t be scared.”

It was like you didn’t walk away. It felt wrong. This was wrong.

“I know, sorry! I’m getting a little lightheaded because my period is coming.” You lie, trying to find any excuse for acting so strange to her. 

She raised an eyebrow and questioned what was happening to the girl beside her, and she said, “Okay… Just take some water with you. Take as many breaks as you need.” 

“I will.” You say and nod. You must have imagined walking past the plane if you hadn’t left this conversation like nothing happened. You take the plastic red water bottle Natalie handed you with a soft smile and worried eyes.

“(Y/n), if you get tired, just head home. We can always come back to it; don’t overwork yourself.” 

“I’ll try not to. I will come back as soon as possible, I promise.”

“Okay, try to get back at sunset, " she says as she softly steps back and starts to head in her direction to hunt. Her gun hits the back of her thigh as she stares you down. Please don’t overdo It.”

“Okay, be careful,” you mutter back to her as you watch her walk off in her direction as she did in the morning. You remember everything, and it’s happening again. 

You shook your head to yourself as you turned yourself around, “I’m fucking crazy.” You thought as you walked the trail again, but you knew for certain you had traveled, and there was no question in the ache of your feet. 

You get to the carved birch tree once again with its dark eyes. You don’t give it or the plane so much of a glance as you continue to the mossy oak. 

You felt focused on your mission to understand how you got turned around so badly when you got back home, ignoring the fact you walked into a conversation you already had. You let your hand touch the moss on the left side of the oak as a marker in your memory if it was truly tricking you.

 As the hour passes, you rush to see beyond the oak tree and familiar trees. You just needed a landmark to find it to draw, and you would head back. It didn’t need to be so confusing. You walk past the oak tree to the sea of timber to find a boring environment again, no trail to have your eyes look down to or rocks to stumble on, as you see the sparkles of light and birds resting in branches above. Your focus again relaxed even with your sharp mind, and your eyes glance down to your shoes again. 

Your eyes look at your laces as you walk forward in routine. You took a deep breath as you tried to calm the nerves building in your body, and as you looked up, it felt like it shot whatever efforts you made to soothe yourself. You still your movements to the feeling of your heart dropping to your stomach.  

Again, the pale-barked tree with lime leaves stares back at you on the curve of the trail. You didn’t understand. It doesn’t make sense. 

You walked straight past the oak tree, glancing behind the birch tree to peek at the fat tree standing in the background of the plane. Then, you closed your eyes slowly. 

Your lower lip quivers as your eyebrows furrow, and your teeth catch your salty lip. You swallow the spit collecting in your cheeks, holding a cry in your throat—a big drop of sweat rolls down your neck from the back of your head. 

Why are you so emotional right now? 

Why does it feel pointless? All of it. The trail, the map, the fucking point of trying to find a way out. It felt like everything was up against you, and you know rationally that it was mostly true.

You weren’t going to help anything. You are not fit enough to go more than a mile before you get tired, and you can’t help but get lost. 

It’s a trail in the ground. How could you get turned around in circles? 

Halting in your tracks, you covered your tear-covered eyes as watery tears ran down your cheeks, mixing with your sweat. 

You don’t know what to do. 

“Dad would know what to do. He knew what to do for everything out here.” You thought as your lip curls in a deep frown, pushing down a sob to the bottom of your stomach. 

You wanted to hit yourself on the side of your head, and you wanted to scream into the bright green leaves that looked down at you with indifference. 

You didn’t listen to your dad about everything. You wanted to hit yourself for every time you didn’t listen, and you didn’t care about what he was saying, didn’t absorb everything he gave you so lovingly. You wanted to crawl into his arms and be rocked like you were as a child. You wanted to feel the safety of his strong chest and arms around you. You are never going to feel it again. 

The river ran down your cheeks as your feet started to march forward. 

You felt stupid. Ashamed somehow. And overwhelmingly devastated.

 It was fucking hotter than hell outside. 

You slap your hand that covers your eyes to your side. You look down at your shoes, walking through the dry grass and dirt. You say to yourself, as you hiccup a cry, “This sucks.” 

As you expected, you look to find the brown curvy tree again. You stop again as you wipe away the sweat from your brow and the wetness collecting at your upper lip. A breeze gracefully brushes against your back. 

You sigh as you focus on yourself again. You wipe your face again with your black crop top and wipe your clammy hands on your thighs. You walked on. It felt like you were walking into a wall and expecting something different. 

As you walk forward, you look at the oak tree, which is mossy and dominates the right side of the plant. This made you pause again this morning. As you stared at the tree, you wanted to pull your hair from the roots. 

Wasn’t the moss on the left side? 

You couldn’t be mistaken. You knew this tree. It’s the tree you slept under when the aftermath cuddled beside Jackie and Shauna. It was the tree you collected kindling for your first fire out here. The moss was on the left. 

You fucking touched it, for god sake. You are not crazy. 

Why is it now on the right? 

You put your hand on the mossy side as you walked past it not even 15 minutes ago. You don’t know how you could have been turned around from looking down at your feet. It was in the direction you left from; it was on the left, not the right. 

You threw your hands up in defeat, and a dry laugh came from your throat, tears streaming down again. You were too hot to think straight, but you felt an itch in your skin. You were so confused.

You walk towards the right side, lift your leg over a thorny bush, and start walking forward.

It wasn’t like it was before. It was a rocky and uneven terrain that made your aching feet uncomfortable. The crowd of trees was as it always was. You hiccuped at the end of your cries. 

You stumble on a sharp rock, fall forward, and catch yourself with your knees and elbows on the grass. 

You hiss a moan of pain, and you sit up on your knees. You wipe dirt and blades of grass from your elbows. You look back up to the dark branch scars of the single birch tree at the curve in the trail. 

You didn’t cry this time as you stood up. You sniffled and looked on with fear. You are losing it. Maybe you're having heatstroke? 

The birch tree with lime leaves and eyes staring down at you with almost a mocking laugh. You felt a scowl grow on your lip as you walked forward stubbornly. You just fucking can’t understand. 

You think for a moment and can’t remember this strange birch tree. You don’t remember when you and Taissa found the lake, and you don’t even remember a curve in the trail. You thought birch trees grow in their groves and asexually sprout saplings around themselves. Sure, the seeds could have been eaten and taken to this specific spot, but not a single seedling for an adult healthy tree made no sense. 

Nothing fucking made sense.

You find yourself in front of the oak tree again, almost dizzy from the turning around you have done today. The sun's heat beats on the crown of your head, and you feel a boiling sensation. You stare down at the bark of the oak, seeing the moss collect on the left side as it always has. 

It was like the trees were messing with you and laughing. The leaves stare down at you with a snicker on their lips. 

“Fuck it.” You spat out in frustration. You didn’t stop your leg kicking out to the tree, kicking the moss. The growth softly lands on the sole of your shoe and the tow box of your beaten shoes. You give up. “I don’t get it.” You say to yourself as a breeze comes over your burning face. 

You turn around and see the curve of the birch tree move. You pause again as you look on, glaring at the change. You are paranoid.

The tree’s bark and scars moved in front of your eyes, and the curve on the side of the wood slinked into what seemed like a feminine hip. 

You feel like you weren’t in your body as you wanted the tree morph in front of you. It completely moved two smaller scars to the center eye level to you, and it seemed to slowly open one of the scars like someone waking up from a deep sleep.

(Y/e/c) flashes in the new pocket as you feel your body launch back to the trail, running back to the cabin. You felt a scream rip out of your lip as you ran past the tree with a chill tickling your spine. 

And you ran.

You look behind yourself to see a sapling next to the birch tree. It looked like a woman with her arms above her head, and what could have been hair stood up tall, her fingers connecting with her hair with leaves and seeds dancing. The body curves and leans to the side as if it looks at you running away with a studying eye. 

You don’t look back after that. You stumble and panic your way through the sunsetting light. You felt unaware tears spilling as you tried to stay straight on the trail. 

The sun was set when you reached the cabin, and the stars shone brightly above you. Time must have escaped you like your sanity. You puff out the pants of breath you had, and you can’t help yourself from feeling exhausted. 

Natalie and Shauna sat at the porch steps waiting for you, the spring from their spot as they heard your footsteps.

“Oh my god, (y/n)!” “Dude! I said sunset! We were about to go out to look for you!”

You pant as you come to the two girls. They grab your sweaty form, and you look down to the ground as a sharp breath travels down your throat. You wanted to vomit how much you were exerting yourself. You knew you couldn’t tell the truth; they didn’t need to know how bad you were getting.

“I’m so sorry! I fell asleep and woke up, and I rushed back! Am alright, just fucking ran like hell.” 

Shauna chuckles and punches your arm harshly, “You could have been hurt! Of course, you were just napping!” 

Natalie shook her head softly at the confession and chuckled, but her eyes remained stern. " You can’t be trusted alone anymore. I have to babysit you because you need your baby naps.”

“Shut the fuck up.” You huffed in your still panting breath. You point your middle finger at Natalie as the two laugh, pulling you towards the cabin. Something bothers your foot inside your shoe, making you want to kick it off.

You follow them without a fight, and a growl in your stomach loudly grumbles as you enter the cabin. Most of the others were in their sleeping bags and makeshift beds on the ground of the living space, some in the kitchen. 

Misty sits up from her spot and whispers, “Is (y/n) back?” 

“Yeah, she's here. All's good.” Shauna says to Misty as she walks past you to the kitchen. “I’m getting your dinner.” 

“Me too.” Natalie says as she follows behind Shauna with a concerned face. 

Misty sits down with a big smile and says, “I’m happy you're back, (y/n).” 

“Thank you.” You say to her without smiling, moving yourself to your bags. 

You wanted to peel the sticky fabric off your body, completely change every piece of clothing you had, and take another bath. 

“Is she back?” You heard Coach Scott ask the girls in the other room with sleep in his voice. There was a conversation you would hear, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to listen to. You wanted to lay down on your pillow.

It seemed well past 10 while everyone took a rest. You couldn’t wrap your head around how what felt like a 3-hour journey into an 11-hour one. You didn’t have the energy to care much, though. As you pulled your shoe from your foot, a pile of moss stumbled out from the inside, littering your sock with small moss fur.

You throw your shoe to the side, rip your sock off, and moss is even between your toes.

You stood up, disgusted and anxious. You pulled your crop top off, wanting to shred every piece of the day away. Then, you pulled a long pink shirt from your jean shorts, and lime-colored leaves fell inside your clothes. 

The birch tree leaves.

You look down at the floor beside your feet at the pile of leaves and moss all around you as if you rolled around in the earth. You looked at your hands to find dirt under your nails as if you were digging for roots. 

“(Y/n)?” 

You turn your head sharply at Jackie. She lays beside your makeshift bed and looks up at you with big eyes. “Are you okay, (y/n)? You seem spazzed out.” 

You shook your head and said, “I think I started my period, and I am covered in dirt.” 

She chuckled and said, “That sucks, okay! I freak out every time I bleed out here.”

You nodded your head with a chuckle, lost in your own head, “Yeah, now I have to clean-“ 

When you look down at the ground, you see only a birch leaf and moss fur. 

“I have to clean myself.” You finish your sentence, and you rub your eyes. “I think the heat is getting to me, too.”

“It’s okay! Lay under the window.” Jackie smiles as if she solved the problem and closes her eyes. 

You were going fucking crazy.

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[the-armada-is-sailing]

Every once in a while, I get hit with: Larua Stacy TALL. PRETTY. TALL. I'm so bi.

[tiredemzz]

ITS HER YALL! SHES REAL :)

If somebody draws her as an human- I would die honestly./j

She sadly has like one eye but it’s covered, her colored eye is supposed to match her hair.

Some hcs about her:

-Big horror/video game nerd, legit obsessed with horror movies <3

-Sees Rigby as her little brother, except she doesn’t have a family or a sibling. Doesn’t remember much from her childhood :(

-Owns a bike that she rides around to help her with her job, mostly sometimes gets paid b/c of her working

-Listens to metal/rock music, calms her down after a long day of work or just hanging out with friends lel

-Doesn’t really smoke or do bad stuff, she eats candy cigarettes sometimes

-A highschool childhood friend of Mordecai :)

-Suffers a bit from lab trauma, doesn’t like to go into detail about that :p

-Voice Claim is Larua Bailey :)

-Covered in scars from fights, she’s been in.

-Sexually is Pansexual, Pronouns are She/Her/Them

-Has an obsession with zombies/animals as well lel

-Suffers from PTSD a bit, anxiety and depression :(

-Hangs around like a bat sometimes hehe

-Listens to music while working lel

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@darevalley LOOK. SHES REAL HOMIE :)

[tamaharu]

everyone in twin peaks: i was changed by laura. touched by her. she taught me how to live, how to love, made me aware other people had feelings and were alive. i dont know what ill do now without her. my life is utterly meaningless without her.

larua palmer: (was a seventeen year old girl)

[i-believe-in-melinda-may]

I made myself cry, so now i need you to cry too

Two days have passed since Laura told her kids about her prognosis and while both are struggling with the news it is clear that while they haven’t completely accepted the news neither are in the same state of denial as Bill. It’s early morning in Colonial One, and for a second Laura is confused about what woke her up but then she realises that EJ is crying in her sleep. Feeling worried about her daughter Laura, not moving as fast as she would like due to her body being stiff, hurries over to her daughter, getting to her just as she yells,  

“MOM!” in absolute devastation.

“EJ, wake up,” Laura says, hating that her daughter is in so much pain, as she sits down on the edge of the couch EJ sleeps on. “EJ wake up,” Laura says, gently shaking her daughter, and to her relief EJ opens her eyes after

“Mom?” EJ asks, looking up at her mother with her big blue eyes full of more pain than Laura ever wanted to see in them.

“I’m here,” Laura says, and EJ throws her arms around her mother. “I’ve got you, I’ve got you,” Laura assures her daughter as she holds her close.

“Not for long,” EJ says as her mother holds her. “You’re dying,” EJ says, through her tears.

“I am,” Laura confirms, wanting her to accept that as she knows it will be so much worse if she doesn’t.

“I’m going to be alone,” EJ says, feeling terrified about that.

“Oh Honey,” Laura says, pushing back from her daughter so she can look at her. “You’ll never be alone, you have your dad, and Lee, and Kara, and Billy, and Dee, Cottle, Uncle Saul, the rest of the crew of Galactica, you’ll never be alone,” Laura assures her daughter.

“But I won’t have you,” EJ says, her voice breaking. “Dad’s basically a stranger to me, he’s not you, he wasn’t there all those years… you were,” EJ says to her mother, and it hurts Larua an incredible amount to hear her daughter call Bill a stranger, even though she knows there might be a level of truth to her words.

“I was, but he loves you EJ, more than you’ll ever know,” Laura promises her, as she pushes EJ’s hair out of her face. “My death is not his fault, don’t be angry at your dad for being the one who’s alive; he’s going to be hurting just as much as you will,” Laura tells her daughter, not wanting EJ to turn her anger about what happened to her onto Bill, something Laura knows she did to her own father after her mother died. “I know your dad missed a lot, but I also know how much he regrets that, and you need to know that he’s here for you now, and he will be after I’m gone,” Laura tells his daughter. “I know it won’t be the same, it wasn’t the same for me after my mother died, but what I do know is that your dad, he’s going to do his best to be everything you need,” Laura says, having faith in Bill. “Don’t push him away EJ, you, your dad, Lee, you’re going to need each other,” Laura says, knowing that from her own experience and how much her and her sisters needed each other and her father after her mother died. “I don’t want to leave you, I hate that I’m going to soon, that I’m not going to see you grow up, but I know I know I am incredibly proud of you, and knowing that your dad, that the two of you, and Lee will be together, and I take comfort from that,” Laura tells her daughter, fighting back her own tears.  

“I don’t,” EJ tells her mother. “We’d all rather you be with us,” EJ tells her mother.

“Me too,” Laura says, before hugging her daughter once again.

[mangoposts]

wait i need someone to expain why tf people think they fierd larua bc im hella confused

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Idk people saying crazy shit on tiktok again

[atomskdluffy]

I started Knack today on stream, and was inspired to look up the voice cast thanks to how many of the voices sounded way too familiar. Turn out the cast is fuckin' start-studded! Travis Willingham! Larua Bailey! Matt Mercer! Josh Keaton ("Hey that guy gives strong Peter Parker vibes..." Turns out he did in fact voice Spider-Man!)! Jennifer Hale! And the titular Knack is played by Ikechukwu Prince Amadi, whom I didn't recognize at first until I looked at his other roles, he played J'onn J'onzz! The Martian Manhunter! Such a damn good voice! There are other voices on there I'm sure I've heard somewhere else as well, so no matter how the game itself is the voice acting at least is S-tier!

[ettawritesnstudies]

Hyperspecific Poll Time

Click under the "read more" to learn about the character you picked! And feel free to send me an ask if you'd like to learn more about any of them! I'm turning this into a writeblr tag game too so if you want to join in on this, I'm tagging @abalonetea and @ashen-crest and @theroseempress

Option 1: Luca Laine

"It was far too lovely a day for a riot, but not even the warm morning sun or the light breeze flapping the trader's multicolored tents could keep Luca from taking advantage of the fact that there was, in fact, a riot."

The protagonist of Storge! He's a desperate kid who picks up people's trash and tries to salvage it into useful stuff for his family, but when he dares to steal a magical charm from the avian, Acheran, he's too much of a paragon to get away with it. His honestly earns him a job from the reserved shopkeeper and they end up becoming solid friends who look out for each other when their city devolves into a civil war.

Option 2: Grace Laine

"I could have killed you by now if I wanted to. "Uh yeah, but you didn't."

Luca's younger sister! As a powerful energy sink, this kid can absorb magical energy and use it to bolster her own stamina and healing. This also means she can't use magic to fight, and so her father taught her martial arts at a very young age. As a result, this 14 year old menace is fully convinced she's indestructible and sasses assassins and terrorists with absolutely 0 negative consequences whatsoever /sarcastic

Option 3: Enne Laine

Luca and Grace's older sister! Despite being blind, she's the only sibling with common sense or self-preservation. With a lockbox memory and a lifetime of strategic thinking, she's extremely good at getting her way. While her sister is busy provoking the assassins and terrorists and keeping them distracted, she's arguing her way to freedom and sabotaging them on the way out.

Option 4: Hannah Teagan

When her younger sister, Cecelia, goes missing and all signs point to abduction by fae, Hannah promptly storms into the woods behind their house to bring her sister home. She gets more than she bargains for in the Seelie and Unseelie courts, and its up to her to find a way out of their maze and back to the world she knows.

Option 5: Cecelia Teagan

(this one's a spoiler :3)

Option 6: Min Larua (aka Miragel aka Maxk aka Visige aka Mentira)

A changeling who wants to become the Liege of Thieves. They use their various alter egos to set up a "crime ring" all reporting back to their leader Larua to make it seem like they have a stronghold on the criminal underworld in their city. They eventually recruit a real team, none of which have no idea that their rival, ally, and boss are all the same person.

Option 7: Both Tess Teagan and Weswin

(The first one's a spoiler as well.) Weswin is cursed to have a constantly shifting appearance that he can't control, meaning its impossible for him to maintain an identity or make friends. He eventually forgot his name after years of coming up with different constantly changing personas, and so he eventually settled on calling himself after the "west wind" which he follows in his wanderings.

Option 8: Sora Shiraishi

When you suppress your abilities out of fear for years, it can be terrifying when they start to forcefully manifest themselves and you don't know how to recognize them. Especially when you think you're hallucinating strange sounds and objects moving around, even though it's just the friendly spirit that your family's soul is bonded to, trying to get your attention. She only learned much later that she was experiencing a normal connection to the spirit world, and not losing her mind.

Option 9: Madelyn

Originally a very powerful mage, Madelyn lost her magic when her friend Alric betrayed and attacked her with a Relic. As she learns how to use magic from point 0 all over again, she logs her progress in her journal, and eventually learns how to cast spells from the ink and written words, binding her soul to it and becoming a Relic in her own right. It's a good thing her diary is extremely difficult to destroy as a result, but she refuses to risk losing her magic again. It wouldn't physically harm her, but she still might die of embarrassment if anyone ever read it.

Option 10: Seth

The child of high ranking dignitaries in Maaren, Seth was trained for the noble political life from the moment he learned how to talk. He resented this at first, not really knowing what he wanted to do with his life, but not wanting to be associated with his family's legacy. But after his family's power collapses and he escapes Maaren as a refugee, he realizes he's still really good at politics and rallying people behind a common cause, and uses his training as a force for good in the world.

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hullo!!! could the moonstruck one request som names , pronouns (2pp and 1pp prns okay too!!) & titles related 2 angels / divinity , fauns / nature , ghosts , & wolves / canines for hymnself ? all separately , please 'n thank you! :]

i& couldn’t come up with any for fauns and nature, but here’s some for the rest ^^

Angels/Divinity Names: Angel, Divine, Cherub, Seraph, Celest, Celestial, Divinus, Divino, Sanctus, Sacer, Caelestia, Caeles, and Caelum.

Ghosts Names: Phantom, Soul, Haunt, Phantasm, Incor, Incorporeal, Umbra, Larua, Exspiravit, Exspira, Spiravit, Anima, Animus, and Aetherius.

Wolves/Canines Names: Canine, Mutt, Howl, Lupus, Canini, Ulula, Luna, and Lunar.

Angels/Divinity 1stpp:

an/ange/angel/angeline/angelself

di/div/divi/divine/diviself or divineself

arch/archan/archangel/archangeline/archangelself

che/cher/cherub/cherubine/cherubself

ser/sera/seraph/seraphine/seraphineself

cele/celest/celestial/celestine/celestialself

hea/heaven/heavenly/heavenlyne/heavenlyself

ho/hol/holy/holyne/holyself

✨/e/✨y/✨ine/✨yself

Ghosts 1stpp:

ghi/gho/ghost/ghostine/ghostself

pha/phan/phantome/phantomine or phantime/phantomself

so/sou/soul/souline/soulself

spi/spir/spirit/spritine/spiritself

spe/spec/specter/specterine/specterself

ha/haun/haunt/hauntine/hauntself

eth/ether/ethereal/etherealine/etherealself

👻/👻e/👻y/👻ine/👻yself

Wolves/Canines 1stpp:

wo/wol/wolf/wolfine/wolfself

ca/can/cani/canine/caniself or canineself

mi/mu/mutt/muttine/muttself

mi/ma/maw/mawine/mawself

ti/tee/teeth/teethine/teethself

ho/how/howl/howline/howlself

pa/pac/pack/packine/packself

mi/mo/moon/moonine/moonself

lu/lun/luna/lunine or lunaine/lunaself

lun/luna/lunar/lunarine/lunarself

🐺/🐺e/🐺y/🐺ine/🐺yself

🌑/🌑e/🌑y/🌑ine/🌑yself

🌕/🌕e/🌕y/🌕ine/🌕yself

🌙/🌙e/🌙y/🌙ine/🌙yself

Angels/Divinity 2ndpp:

angel/angel/angelr/angelrs/angelrself

divine/divine/diviner/diviners/divinerself

archangel/archangel/archangelr/archangelrs/archangelrself

cherub/cherub/cherubr/cherubrs/cherubrself

seraph/seraph/seraphr/seraphrs/seraphrself

celestial/celestial/celestialr/celestialrs/celestialrself

heavenly/heavenly/heavenlyr/heavenlyrs/heavenlyrself

holy/holy/holyr/holyrs/holyrself

✨/✨/✨r/✨rs/✨rself

Ghosts 2ndpp:

ghost/ghost/ghostr/ghostrs/ghostrself

phantom/phantom/phantomr/phantomrs/phantomrself

soul/soul/soulr/soulrs/soulrself

spirit/spirit/spiritr/spiritrs/spiritself

specte/specte/specter/specters/specterself

haunt/haunt/hauntr/hauntrs/hauntrself

phantasm/phantasm/phantasmr/phantasmrs/phantasmrself

ethereal/ethereal/ether/ethers/etherself or etherealself

👻/👻/👻r/👻rs/👻rself

Wolves/Canines 2ndpp:

wolf/wolf/wolfr/wolfrs/wolfrself

canine/canine/caniner/caniners/caninerself

mutt/mutt/muttr/muttrs/muttrself

maw/maw/mawr/mawrs/mawrself

teeth/teeth/teethr/teethrs/teethrself

howl/howl/howlr/howlrs/howlrself

pack/pack/packr/packrs/packrself

moon/moon/moonr/moonrs/moonrself

luna/luna/lunar/lunars/lunarself

🐺/🐺/🐺r/🐺rs/🐺rself

🌑/🌑/🌑r/🌑rs/🌑rself

🌕/🌕/🌕r/🌕rs/🌕rself

🌙/🌙/🌙r/🌙rs/🌙rself

Angels/Divinity 3rdpp:

angel/angel/angels/angels/angelself

divine/divine/divines/divines/divineself

archangel/archangel/archangels/archangels/archangelself

cherub/cherub/cherubs/cherubs/cherubself

seraph/seraph/seraphs/seraphs/seraphself

celestial/celestial/celestials/celestials/celestialself

divine/messenger/divines/messengers/divinemessengerself

heavenly/heavenly/heavenlys/heavenlys/heavenlyself

holy/holy/holys/holys/holyself

✨/✨/✨s/✨s/✨self

Ghosts 3rdpp:

ghost/ghost/ghosts/ghosts/ghostself

phantom/phantom/phantoms/phantoms/phantomself

soul/soul/souls/souls/soulself

spirit/spirit/spirits/spirits/spiritself

specter/specter/specters/specters/specterself

haunt/haunt/haunts/haunts/hauntself

phantasm/phantasm/phantasms/phantasms/phantasmself

ethereal/ethereal/ethereals/ethereals/etherealself

incorporeal/incorporeal/incorporeals/incorporeals/incorporealself

👻/👻/👻s/👻s/👻self

Wolves/Canines 3rdpp:

wolf/wolf/wolfs/wolfs/wolfself

canine/canine/canines/canines/canineself

mutt/mutt/mutts/mutts/muttself

maw/maw/maws/maws/mawself

teeth/teeth/teeths/teeths/teethself

howl/howl/howls/howls/howlself

pack/pack/packs/packs/packself

moon/moon/moons/moons/moonself

luna/luna/lunas/lunas/lunaself

lunar/lunar/lunars/lunars/lunarself

🐺/🐺/🐺s/🐺s/🐺self

🌑/🌑/🌑s/🌑s/🌑self

🌕/🌕/🌕s/🌕s/🌕self

🌙/🌙/🌙s/🌙s/🌙self

Angels/Divinity Titles:

the angel

the divine (one)

the angelic one

the celestial one

the divine messenger

the heavenly one

the holy one

Ghosts Titles:

the ghost

the ghostly one

the phantom

the one who haunts

the specter

the haunter

the haunting one

the ethereal one

the incorporeal one

Wolves/Canines Titles:

the wolf

the one with a pack

the one who hunts with the pack

the one who hunts for the pack

the member of the pack

the one who howls

the one who howls at the moon

‘one’ can be replaced with any noun, ‘the one’ can be replaced with any pronoun

@nameresources , @pronoun-arc , @reveningcontent

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Masterpost for Sicktember 2023 (UnknownUncut)

Main Series: Sicktember 2023

Day One: Hopefully Bad At Self-Care

Title: It Takes A Village Summary: Link now lives in Tarrey Town after the events of TOTK and has been quite happy for the last few years and doing quite well for himself until he realizes there's one thing he's quite bad at. Series: The Rito Family Adventures

Day Two: Quest For A Cure

Title: Tulin's Side Quest Summary: Instead of waiting for his brother and dad, Tulin decided to go on his own quest for Link's cure. Series: The Rito Family Adventures

Day Three: "What happened to your phenomenal immune system, huh?"

Title: "Might be Dying but can still paint." Summary: Nancy got sick and accidentally texted the Hardy Boys, who were bored sitting around the house anyway and decided to come visit. Series: Cousins AU

Day Four: Hiding an illness

Title: "Hey, sorry for bothering you..." Summary: While on a case, Joe manages to get sick after exploring caves by himself while Nancy and Frank research at the library, instead of telling them, he thought it would be a great idea to hide it from them. Series: Cousins AU

Day Five: (Alt) Fuzzy Socks

Title: Fuzzy Socks for Cold Nights Summary: A little reminder of home. Series: Jack Marston

Day Six: Sick and injured

Title: I'll Wait Until You're Ready, Whenever That Shall Be. Summary: Jack slowly wraps the bandage around Linde’s hand, making sure that the burns aren’t too bad. The stove had been turned off and the iron pan had been placed into the sink. The only thing that didn’t go back to its rightful place was the phone that sat on the counter. Jack had been in the process of talking to Joseph about herding the cows back later when all this had happened. Series: Jack Marston

Day Seven: "You're a jerk when you're sick."

Title: I'd Just Want Your Heart Summary: Strangely, Jack can vaguely remember something about this back in the day. Most of that time felt like he was watching from above – all floating and in a strange sense of peace – until he came crashing back down and his father – tired, out of breath, and looking like a man who just fought hell – came bursting into the room; clinging so tightly to both Jack and his Ma. He never understood what happened that day until this very moment. Series: Jack Marston

Day Eight: Persistent fever

Title: Nothing Ever Last Forever Summary: Sean had gotten a fever at some point but things continued to get worse as time went on... Series: This Action Will Have Consequences...

Day Nine: (Alt) "I'm so sorry."

Title: Don't fret, you'll be safe here. Summary: Megatron goes on a hunt for Bumblebee for Optimus and gets more than he bargained for. Series: Grandpa Megatron/Honeybee, Wasp, Hornet

Day Ten: "The only place we're going is to the pharmacy."

Title: Laura's Crush Summary: Ernest had decided to finish school in America and ended up meeting Larua. (This is just a small snippet of their overall relationship). Series: Frankenstein (Sims Edition)

Day Eleven: Beginner's Guide to Faking Sick

Title: Nothing can get past Frank Hardy Summary: There are a few steps in faking that you’re sick. or Joe decided faking sick is the best way to deal with things. Series: Frankenstein (Sims Edition)

Day Twelve: Home Remedy/Old Wives Tales

Title: Home Remedy Summary: There's an old family recipe for sickness that got passed down through the Beaufort family. Victor had to go hunting for said remedy when Ernest got sick. Series: Frankenstein (Sims Edition)

Day Thirteen: Anxious Stomach

Title: Like Rider, Like Horse Summary: Rodeo stands before the starting line of the cross-country course and knows that something is wrong. Series: N/A

Day Fourteen: "I shouldn't be worried about you, but for some reason I am."

Title: A Normal Villain and Hero Story Summary: “I shouldn’t be worried about you,” Chaos shouts as he holds tightly to Berserk’s hand while the hero holds tightly to a sleeping toddler in the other. “But for some reason I am!” Series: The Media (Family of Troublemakers)

Day Fifteen: Sick in an inconvenient place

Title: Dial Druck Summary: Over the winter holiday, Logan hadn't any plans in place and almost everyone in the manor had left; even though that doesn't have a place to go had left for parties and whatnot. That was until Logan got a distress single from an unknown X-men and discovered that it was Scott, who was drowning himself at the bar until he made himself sick. Series: N/A

Day Sixteen: Consulting the Internet/Web Med

Title: Don't Trust Everything You Hear From The Internet Summary: All day Lady Wifi kept getting different council members to look up different things, and these last two finally broke her. Series: The Akumas of Anti-Paris

Day Seventeen: Magical Remedy/healing potion

Title: And I left you alone in a house, not a home. Summary: “With a dash of peppermint and a hint of nutmeg, we have ourselves a beautiful, and tasteful, healing potion.” Lilian smiles sweetly at the crown prince lying in bed as she swirls the bottle in hand; it’s a dazzling pink colour that changes to match her. Most potions and remedies tend to match her Ranger colours. “Take this and you’ll come all better, Your Highness.” Series: Original Power Rangers

Day Eighteen: "Wear your coat, you'll catch a cold."

Title: Together In Morning Air Summary: Four different times people told Jack to wear a coat and every time he didn't. Series: Jack Marston

Day Nineteen: Curled up with a pet.

Title: A Boy and His Dog Summary: The best sleep is when your pet is lying with you. Series: Jack Marston

Day Twenty: "I could really use a hug right about now."

Title: The Wilderness and A Blizzard Summary: Getting overwhelmed at a horse show is just part of the norm but it's nice to have friends to help you out. Series: N/A

Day Twenty-One: "But if you stay, you'll get sick too."

Title: Our Time Is Running Out Summary: John's trip to the Macfarlane Ranch went a little differently this time around. Series: A Reason To Live

Day Twenty-Two: Terms of Endearment/Nicknames

Title: You've Given Me A Reason For Livin' Summary: Trying to parent in an Undead Uprising isn't the easiest thing, and John learns it the hard way. Series: A Reason To Live

Day Twenty-Three: Coughing Fit

Title: A Part of the Family Summary: The past has always been spotty and hazy as if Link is trying to grab hold of sand and watching it slip through his fingers. Even though there are a few more stable memories to draw on, there are only so many that Link could help but feel awful for not remembering more. Even now as he lay sick in bed, staring up at the ceiling of his home in Tarrey Town while listening to Saki and Teba move about in the kitchen, Link can’t help but feel like a bad person. Series: The Rito Family Adventures

Day Twenty-Four: "Did You Just Sneeze?"

Title: Little Brothers Know Everything Summary: Turns out that neither Hardy Boys is good at explaining when they are sick now it's Frank's turn. Series: Cousins AU

Day Twenty-Five: Confused/Disoriented

Title: Waking Up In A Unfamiliar World Summary: Sadie Alder has seen many things over the years; you don’t get to her age without seeing some things. The rise and fall of an era, watching a strong man crumble, losing another friend, a husband, a family, and so much more. She had made the best of her life and continued to march forward until she reached death’s door. This is why seeing Jack lying on the white bed in a far too quiet room is far too much. Series: Jack Marston

Day Twenty-Six: (Alt) Forehead Kisses

Title: I Don't Know How To Feel... Summary: After Ben left for college off-world, his mom got sick and Big Chill went to go check on her. Relation: Keep the Charm But Don't Break My Heart

Day Twenty-Seven: Uncooperative Patient

Title: It's Okay To Ask For Help Or Continuing to Be Stubborn Is Fine Too Summary: Jack doesn't return before sundown and Linde goes to find him. Series: Jack Marston

Day Twenty-Eight: "I should have stayed home."

Title: A Quick Trip To Town Summary: Saki and Link go to town. Series: The Rito Family Adventures

Day Twenty-Nine: Side Effects/Adverse Reaction

Title: Medicine Box Summary: When bored, don’t read the warning label. Series: N/A

Day Thirty: Patient 0

Title: The First Of Many To Come Summary: What had happened when John left to get a doctor from Blackwater. Series: A Reason To Live

Thank you for reading and have a wonderful day/night!

[uozlulu]

I want to see the Vampire Chronicles playlist you keep talking about

Thanks for showing an interest in my playlist :D Not only because yay sharing but also this made me weed out all the accidental duplicates and I ended up with like 10 or so fewer songs lol

I should note I think the AMC show had an influence but also the idea of 80's rocker!Lestat did too, so...

Here is the TIDAL link.

I'll list the tracks under a cut since there are so many of them. There's no real set order to them, this is just the order I added them to the playlist.

"You Are My Everything" - Gummy

"Tu Mere Samne" - Lata Mangeshkar and Udit Narayan

"Schism" - TOOL

"Cold as Ice" - Foreigner

"Hold the Line" - Toto

"That's All" - Genesis

"Alone I Break" - Korn

"Physical" - Dua Lipa

"Big Empty" - Stone Temple Pilots

"I Want You to Want Me" - Cheap Trick

"Send the Pain Below" - Chevelle

"Stricken" - Disturbed

"The Music of the Night" - Andrew Lloyd Webber

"Tell It to My Heart" - Taylor Dayne

"Knowing Me, Knowing You" - ABBA

"Total Eclipse of the Heart" - Bonnie Tyler

"Stay (I Missed You)' - Lisa Loeb

"Believe It" - White Lies

"Voiceless Screaming" - X JAPAN

"Slow Hands" - Interpol

"Somebody Told Me" - The Killers

"I Get Weak" - Belinda Carlisle

"Yours" - Conan Grey

"White Flag" - Dido

"Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now" - Starship

"What's Love Got to Do with It" - Tina Turner

"(I Just) Died in Your Arms Tonight" - Cutting Crew

"I Want to Know What Love Is" - Foreigner

"Never Be Me" - Miley Cyrus

"Fade" - Staind

"Broken Jaw" - Foster the People

"I'm the Only One" - Melissa Etheridge

"I Miss You" - blink-182

"The Metro" - Berlin

"Bigger Than Us" - White Lies

"Love Is a Battlefield" - Pat Benatar

"We Belong" - Pat Benatar

"Ordinary World" - Duran Duran

"Self Control" - Larua Branigan

"Love to Hate You" - Erasure

"Time After Time" - Cyndi Lauper

"Send Me An Angel" - Real LIFE

"Shadowboxer" - Fiona Apple

"Sunny Came Home" - Shawn Colvin

"Sweet Surrender" - Sarah McLachlan

"Possession" - Sarah McLachlan

"Who Will Save Your Soul" - Jewel

"Building a Mystery" - Sarah McLachlan

"It's a Sin" - Pet Shop Boys

"Lose Your Soul" - Dead Man's Bones

"Always Something There to Remind Me" - Naked Eyes

"Pieces" - Sum 41

"Save a Prayer" - Duran Duran

"Psycho Killer" - Talking Heads

"절망에 관하여" - Shin Hae Chul

"Disillusioned" - A Perfect Circle

"Driven Under" - Seether

"Foever Young" - Alphaville

"Give A Little Bit" - Supertramp

"What Is Love (7" Mix)" - Haddaway

"Was That All It Was" - Jean Carn

"Kiss from a Rose" - Seal

"End of the Road" - Boyz II Men

"Baby Come Back" - Player

"I Hate Everything About You" - Three Days Grace

"Vitamin R (Leading Us Along)" - Chevelle

"Voodoo" - Godsmack

"Judith" - A Perfect Circle

"Always" - Saliva

"S&M" - Rihanna

"We Found Love" - Rihanna, Calvin Harris

"Hold Me Now" - Thompson Twins

"Is This Love" - Whitesnake

"Juke Box Hero" - Foreigner

"Go Your Own Way" - Fleetwood Mac

"Bad Day" - Fuel

"Iris" - The Goo Goo Dolls

"The Outsider" - A Perfect Circle

"THAT'S WHAT I WANT" - Lil Nas X

"If You Leave Me Now" - Chicago

"Every You, Every Me" - Placebo

"Infra-Red" - Placebo

"Gay Bar" - Electric Six

"Miserable" - Lit

"Control" - Puddle of Mudd

"Flowers" - Miley Cyrus

"C7osure (You Like)" - Lil Nas X

"Tragedy" - Bee Gees

"소나기" - BOOHWAL

"When Doves Cry" - Prince

"Just a Girl" - Gwen Stefani

"Alone" - Hole

"I Wanna Be Your Dog" - The Stooges

"The Power of Love" - Huey Lewis & The News

"Minor Feelings" - Rina Sawayama

"From the Inside" - Linkin Park

"Home" - Three Days Grace

"Standing Still" - Jewel

"Caged Bird" - RŌGUES

"Told You to Run" - RŌGUES

"TALES OF DOMENICA" - Lil Nas X

"Only" - Nine Inch Nails

"Free from Your Love" - RŌGUES

"Let Me Go" - 3 Doors Down

"Sabotage" - Beastie Boys

"Hotel California" - Eagles

"Blue Monday" - New Order

"我愛你" - Cody・Lee(李)

"Bring Me to Life" - Evanescence

"My Immortal" - Evanesence

"Going Under" - Evanescence

"Gives You Hell" - The All-American Rejects

"Flesh (Paul Oakenfold Radio Edit)' - Jan Johnston

"Blood & Glitter" - Lord Of The Lost

"Breath" - Breaking Benjamin

"Unfinished" - X JAPAN

"The Only Time" - Nine Inch Nails

"Telephone Line" - Electric Light Orchestra

"I Will Always Love You" - Whitney Houston

"Right Here Waiting" - Richard Marx

"Oops!...I Did It Again" - Britney Spears

"I'm So Excited" - The Pointer Sisters

"You Keep Me Hangin' On" - The Supremes

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September 15, 2019 (2): Alright, guys, let’s organize, please!

(previous play)

You can find more information about the authors, translators, content warning and additional information about the plays in the pinned post on our blog.

Sunday, 12:58 pm:

WhatsApp flatshare & friends:

Linn: David, how are you?

Hans: Oh yes, I want to know that, too!

David: Hey, I’m already doing a little better… sitting for long is still a little difficult… and anything that involves the abdominal muscles… but I’m pretty happy!

Linn: You’re happy despite being in pain?!

Hans: Because the breasts are gone, my little chameleon…

David: Exactly!

Michi: I’m happy for you, David! And I’m still wishing you to get well!

David: Thanks, Michi!

Hans: Matteo said that you’ll have a full house today?

David: Yes, the whole group will come over - I’m curious to see if they all fit into the room… ;-)

Linn: Shall we also visit you? I can’t come before 7 pm…

David: Don’t stress yourselves, I’m really taken care of. Tomorrow, my mother will come to visit.

Laura: And I’ll also come over tomorrow! Do I not count!?

David: You do… but you’ll only come by briefly… but I’m still happy about that!

Larua: That’s good then!

Matteo: And I’ll also come over tomorrow! Don’t I count?!

David: You’ll be there every day anyways, or from Monday on, every evening. You count the most! :-’

Laura: Sounds discriminating!

Hans: I feel bad if I don’t come visit you!

David: You don’t have to! I’ll be back at the flatshare again soon…

Linn: Wednesday, right?

David: If everything goes according to plan, yes!

Hans: I’ll definitely get off work sooner on Wednesday and then I’ll cook something nice for all of us!

Linn: And I’ll make hot chocolate!

David: That sounds great! You guys are the best!

Matteo: I am the best!

David: You are the very best!

Hans: Stop being sappy, my butterflies! It’s apparent for everyone how much you love each other…

Matteo: Jealous?

Michi: Now I’m curious…

Hans: Since I have MIchi, I no longer am! <3

Michi: <3

Laura: God, guys, think about us singles!

Linn: I’m happy for the four of them!

Laura: So am I, but I’m also a little jealous…

David: Oh, you’ll also find someone soon…

Laura: If you say so…

Hans: Alright, guys, let’s organize, please! If David can go home on Wednesday, then we’ll eat here at the flatshare. Attendance is compulsory for everyone!

Linn: And afterwards hot chocolate!

Hans: And afterwards the sweet stuff for you guys and for me, a delicious and much healthier tea!

Laura: I still think five days are pretty generous… don’t get your hopes up too much, David. Otherwise you might get disappointed if you can only go home on Thursday or Friday.

Alex: But if David makes a plan…

Hans: I keep forgetting that Alex is in this chat… he’s always so quiet…

Matteo: …then it has to work out!

Hans: And if David can only go home on Thursday or Friday, then please give me a quick heads-up… then I’ll get off work earlier on Thursday or Friday. I still have enough overtime and I already told my boss that I’m planning on leaving early sometime this week. We’ll start at 6 pm… all of us can manage that, right?

Matteo: On Wednesday, yes. On Thursday and Friday I have to work until 6 pm.

Hans: Alright, Wednesday 6 pm, Thursday or Friday 7 pm.

Laura: Good!

Matteo: I’m also good with that!

David: Thanks, Hans!

(next play)

[kennys-parka-jacket]

I find it funny that The End Of Obesity sorta contradicts one of the only things we know about Larua Tucker as a character, that she is happy with her natural body

[i-believe-in-melinda-may]

This took me so long to write, I just wanted to get it right. Not sure i'm completely happy with it yet

After hearing Laura hang up the phone Bill quickly hangs up his own fault and moves quickly to try to get ready. As he searches for his clothes, and hurries to put them on, struggling to do so because he is so distracted, Bill finds himself trying to figure out what could cause Laura to need to so desperately see him in the middle of the night. As he struggles to get his tank tops on Bill knows, in his gut that no matter what it is that Laura is about to tell him it’s something bad, but what he doesn’t know is just how bad it’s going to be. After more trouble than he would ever admit to Bill finally gets all his clothes on properly and he goes running out of his quarters, being glad that Galactica’s corridors are mostly empty so no one questions what he is doing.

(Line break)

Less than twenty minutes after Laura asked him to come to Colonel One, though it feels a lot longer to him, Bill gets to Colonel One. Assuming it’s where he will find Laura as soon as he deplanes from the raptor he flew over Bill heads straight to Laura’s office, realising that it seems like not a single other person on the ship is awake.

Once he gets to Laura’s office he looks around and he sees her, without he glasses on, sitting on the couch by the window, and as he sees her Bill realises that from the way she is sitting it is like she is trying to make herself seem as small as possible.

“Laura?” Billl asks, walking towards her, feeling even more concerned as he knows that Laura has to be feeling very vulnerable, very hurt to sit like that.

“Thank you for coming,” Laura says to him, looking grateful, as she puts her glasses on.

“You don’t have to thank me,” Bill says, as he walks over. “What’s going on, Laura?” Bill asks as he sits down next to her.

“I… gods, I don’t know how to say this,” Laura admits, as she called Bill because she needed to tell him, but now that he is sitting next to her, she doesn’t know how to say the words.

“Just say it,” Bill tells her. “Laura whatever it is we’ll figure it out. We’ve dealt with everything else we’ve ever faced, we’ll can figure this out too,” Bill tells Laura, trying to be reassuring.

“I don’t know if we can Bill, I don’t know if I can,” Laura admits, her voice breaking as tears coming to her eyes, and as he knows how strong Laura is, how much it takes to rattle her Bill is terrified about what could cause such a display. “The morning of the attacks, the day EJ and I came to Galactica, I had a doctor’s appointment,” Laura reveals and as she does Bill fells his heart sink, his blood run cold, as dread rises inside of him. “I have breast cancer Bill, it’s terminal,” Laura explains, and after finally saying the words out loud to someone she loves Laura feels her resolve break and she fully breaks down for the first time since her diagnosis.  `

As Laura breaks down Billl can feel his own hear break, and before he can think better of it, Bill moves closer to Laura, puts his arms around her, and gently pulls her into his chest. For a second Larua tenses, but then she relaxes, and leans into him, holding onto one of the arms that is around her, like she is holding onto life.

“I’ve got you Laura, I’ve got you,” Bill says, his own voice breaking, as Laura dying, that’s something he never wants to experience, it’s something he knows he can’t handle. “I’ve got you,” Bill says as he holds Laura and kisses the top of her head, and her cheek multiple times.  

For over ten minutes Bill holds Laura as she breaks down, while also crying himself, until Laura’s breathing finally starts to even out and she moves away from Bill’s chest, but not out of his arm. As she sees the tears on Bill’s face Laura reaches up and gently wipes them away.

“Billy knows,” Bill states, as that is clear to him, and he is actually thankful for that as Billy is clearly trying to look after Laura, trying to help her. “But no one else does?” Bill asks, as that’s what he suspects.

“No, no one else knows,” Laura admits. “I can’t tell EJ or Lee, not yet I just can’t,” Laura admits, as she doesn’t want to devastate her kids like that, not yet, even though she knows that she will eventually have to do just that.

“Okay,” Bill says, understanding why Laura wouldn’t want their kids to know, and deciding that it is her choice, though he assumes it is something they will have another conversation about at some point. “What happens now? What treatments….” Bill starts to ask, needing to know how they are going to fix this, how they are going to make it so Laura is okay.  

“I don’t know,” Laura admits. “After the doctor told me…I was in shock, didn’t really hear what he said,” Laura admits, and Bill is pretty sure that that is understandable. “Cottle will be back on Galactica in two days, no tomorrow,” Laura corrects as she takes notice of the time on the clock. “I’ve already talked to him about an appointment,” Laura reveals, as even with everything else that was going on it was something she still managed to arrange.

“Good,” Bill says relieved as he knows that if there is a way to save Laura then Cottle will find it. “Maybe it’s not as bad…” Bill starts to say.

“It is,” Laura says, cutting Bill off, not wanting him to get his hopes up as she knows that his denial will just leave to his devastation.  “I can feel it,” Laura admits, and Bill has no idea what to say to that, has no idea what that must feel like for Laura, what she must be experiencing. “Bill I will take to Cottle about options, I want more time, but I won’t do Doloxan treatment, I just won’t,” Laura says, feeling that it is important that Bill knows that.

“Laura if Cottle thinks it will give you more time, give you a chance…” Bill starts to say, wanting Laura, for his own selfish reasons, to do every treatment possible.

“I’ve told you what it was like watching my mom go through that, what it did to me, I won’t do that EJ, or Lee, or you, I can’t,” Laura admits, as it destroyed her to watch her mother go through Doloxan and she knows she can’t do that to her family.

“Let’s just see what Doctor Cottle has to say,” Bill says, and Laura is sure that this isn’t going to be the last time they’re going to have this conversation. “I’m not going to let you die without a fight, if I have to fight for both of us I will,” Bill tells Laura, and she has no doubt about that.

“I know,” Laura says and even without how complicated everything is Laura allows herself to once again melt into Bill’s arm as the two of them drift into silence, and as they do, Bill starts to run his hand through Laura’s hair as he remembers how much she used to like it; how much it used to help her.  

For a while Laura and Bill continue to sit in silence, as he holds Laura Bil realises when her breathing has changed and she has fallen asleep, but Bill doesn’t move away, he doesn’t stop running his hand through her hair. Twenty-seven years, twenty-seven years Laura Roslin has been in his life, twenty seven years he has loved her, it’s been so long that he can’t even remember what it was like not to love her. In the almost thirty years that he has known Laura Bill knows he has failed her, let her down, more times that he would ever want to admit, but as he holds her, reassuring himself that she is alive by watching every breath she takes, Bill promises himself that he isn’t going to let her down again and he knows that if there is a way to save her life then he will find it.

(line break)

Hours after Bill told Laura that he wasn’t going to let her die without a fight Laura is still asleep in Bill’s arms, but Bill is wide awake. While Laura has been sleeping peacefully, sleep Bill is sure she needs, Bill himself has been wide awake the entire time.

While Bill really doesn’t want to disturb Laura as he catches sight of the clock Bill knows he has no choice because before long he won’t be the only person on Colonel One awake, and too many questions will be asked if they are found. Not to mention the fact that did not spend the night on Galactica is going to be noticed, and questioned.

“Laura,” Bill says quietly. “Laura, I need you to wake up,” Bill says, still speaking quietly.

“Bill?” Laura asks, opening her eyes and feeling confused as she wakes up besides Bill for the first time in over a decade, but then she remembers.  

“Hi, sorry,” Bill says to her. “I need to get back to Galactica, if I don’t, if people find me here, they’re going to start asking questions,” Bill explains.

“What time is it?” Laura asks as she reluctantly pushes away from Bill and sits up properly.

“Zero three fifty,” Bill answers.  “I would stay, but…” Bill starts to explain, as the truth is he doesn’t want to leave, but with their respective positions he doesn’t have the luxury to stay.

“No, it’s okay, you should go,” Laura admits, even though there is a part of her that wants him to say.  

“I’ll see you later?” Bill asks.

“Yeah, we’ve got a meeting about the water situation,” Laura admits.

“Not what I meant, but I’ll take it,” Bill says, leaning forward and gently kissing her cheek, before getting up and starting to walk across the room.

“Bill,” Laura says, and he turns back around. “Thank you, last night… it was the first time since I got the news that I felt a little peace, you gave me that… thank you,” Laura says, not sure that her words properly explain just what that means to her.

“You never have to thank me Laura, I’ll see you later… Madam President,” Bill says, wanting to make it clear that what she told him won’t affect how he sees her professionally.

“Thank you, Commander,” Laura says and Bill nods and heads out of Laura’s office.

After heading out of Laura’s office Bill heads straight down to the landing bay where he reboards the raptor he flew the night before. Sitting in the cockpit Bill closes the hatch but before he starts the prefight Bill takes off his glasses and lets out the cry of frustration he has been holding in since Larua told him his knees, and as he yells Bill starts to punch and hit everything in reach, not even feeling the physical pain he is causing himself because of the pain he is already feeling after being told Laura’s news.

(line break)

After Bill walks away Laura heads back into her quarters, but rather than heading straight back to her cot she walks over to where her daughter is sleeping on the couch that has become her bed. Kneeling next to the couch Laura pushes her daughter’s hair out of her face and places a gentle kiss on her forehead, before leaning back where she just watches her daughter, knowing that she doesn’t know how many more moments like this she is going to have Laura just wants to savour this. Once again fighting back tears as she stares at her little girls face and knows she never going to get to see her become an adult.

[trucy-wrightt]

My OCs <3

Planning to do full body references of all of them at some point. Might post information about them later.

Names:

BW (she/they), Acrin (she/her), Lynn (she/her), Forrest (It/He), Azil (They/It), Larua (He/Him), Macan (He/Him)