#maddox is too whipped to even be mad

[galaxysharks]

What do you think is the favorite ice cream of jet and maddox?

Jet - Gingerbread ice cream topped with ginger snap cookies. Because at some point we decided this boy is a bitch for ginger.

Maddox: Neapolitan, sort of a projection, but with cause. It's one flavor, so you only need to buy one, if for some reason chocolate makes your mouth burn today, there's two other options. Custom Sunday maker all in one bucket. And you can mix and match. Choco-Vanilla=swirl, Choco-Staw=dipped strawberry,Straw-Vanilla=strawberrys and cream. Ect ect. It's the best flavor. And it's pretty.

[fandomenforcer]

Hooked Heart pt2

Ruby Heart had been living in the alternate dimension for a month and runs a successful bakery called WonderTreats. She had sold her jewelry and opened the bakery that was under her flat in the building she had bought. Using her inventor skills, something she picked up from Mad Hatter, she built her own baking equipment and security systems. She used her skills as an alchemist, something inherited from her mom, to make her bake goods spread positivity, happiness, and love. Ruby was loving her new life and didn’t feel the need to be a Rebel here.

Until they came to her bakery.

The bakery had just opened and Ruby had finished putting out freshly baked Heart Donuts (shaped in a heart with a color scheme of red velvet donuts with pink and white frosting drizzled on top of it) and Flamingo Cupcakes(Not as strong as her mom used to make them when she was Ruby’s age, but still effective). A couple walked in and Ruby wouldn’t have thought anything of it…until she saw the robot fairy flitting around them.

The guy: Calm down, Tink. It looks great in here!

Ruby hid her shock behind a calm smile. This was this dimension’s Peter Pan, Wendy Darling, and Tinker Bell. She approached the counter.

Ruby: Hello, folks! Welcome to WonderTreats. How may i help-whoa! Tink had got up in her face and when she spoke, it was in a text bubble that Ruby can see.

Tink: You’re new!

Ruby: Yeah, i’m new to the city.

Tink: You’re different.

Ruby: Is that a problem?

Peter: No it isn’t. Sorry! That’s Tinker Bell. She likes to explore and see new people.

Ruby: Oh? Does that mean you guys are the famous Peter Pan and Wendy?

Wendy: Yes, heard about us?

Ruby: Who hasn’t? What can i get for you guys?

Peter and Wendy placed their orders. Ruby grabbed some to-go bags and placed one Heart Donut in one bag and White Rabbit Donut(vanilla donut with white frosting and coconut flakes with designs to make the outside look like a white rabbit) in the other. Tink followed Ruby around asking what kind of goods were out and she told her. Ruby handed the bags to Peter and Wendy. As she rang them up, Tink sees one of Red’s special cards poking out of her pocket. Tink takes it out and throws it up and it gets big as a wall. Ruby whips around and waves her hand to turn it back to a normal card. She catches it and puts it back in her pocket before looking sheepishly at the couple.

Ruby: Uh….

Peter: What was that?!

Ruby sighs.

Ruby: I am from a place called Wonderland. My mother is a tyrannical queen and i had to escape when my baby sister, Red, warned me of the loveless arranged marriage that mother put me in. My friend and Uncle figure, Maddox Hatter, invented a way to help me escape and now i am here. What i just did was Wonderland magic. I have other powers too, especially from my dad.

Wendy: what did you do in Wonderland for fun if your mother was a tyrant?

Ruby: I was the Rebel. I caused havoc on her reign and helped smuggle civilians out of the land.

Peter: Did you use weapons to fight bad guys?

Ruby: Daggers.

The couple asked Ruby questions and she answered as best as she could. They exchanged numbers and she gained new friends. Tink even gave her face a hug before they left. The day continued as normal. Before the day ended, you got a call from the bakery’s phone.

Ruby: Hello! This is WonderTreats, where everything is sweet! Ruby speaking! Yes we do cater. Yes we sell savory pastries and sandwiches.

Goes to grab an order sheet and starts writing it all down.

Ruby: Alright, any allergies i need to be aware of? No nuts and no gluten, got it! Name and address? okay… address is done. may i have a name? James…Hook?!

Ruby almost dropped the phone. She had been asked to provide catering to an important business meeting by Captain Hook at his tower.

[pucking-insane]

Roman Ahcan As A Dad | HC

You and Roman would have four little rascals

A set of twin boys (Chase and Maddox), another son (Sawyer), and a daughter (Salem)

Chase and Maddox, oh boy

Definitely surprised both you and Ro when you were told your first baby was actually 2 BABIES

“How am I supposed to take care of 2 babies? I can barely take care of myself!”

But once the boys are born, it’s not as bad as he thought

When the boys are older

They are definitely Roman’s sons

They look just like him

Hair color, eyes, nose, everything

Wreak just as much havoc

Little pests those two

They’d be the defensive pairing no one would ever want to mess with

They definitely would try to switch places with each other multiple times but you and Roman definitely are able to tell them apart

Sawyer

He’s mr. sensitive on the inside

He’s got a huge heart

But don’t get me wrong, still can be a pest

After Sawyer, you and Roman would be like “we’re done, no more kids”

Well

4 years after Sawyer is born

Hello Salem

The first time Salem is put in Roman’s arms

Man is a fucking goner

Roman = melted

The boys would be her protectors

So in other words, no one messes with Salem Ahcan

She would either be in ballet/gymnastics or be the girl who plays boys hockey

LITERALLY NO IN BETWEEN

Roman would get roped into tea parties with Salem and her stuffed animals and secretly love every second

Now Roman as a dad in general

He would be the fun parent

Ice cream for dinner?

Oh yeah

Waffles for breakfast every saturday?

Duh

He’s especially a sucker for Salem, but if the boys pout enough Ro will cave

There would be many many many knee hockey matches in the basement

Inevitably Ro would come upstairs

“Babe, don’t be mad…”

“What/who did you break?”

“Well, we might need a new shadow box for my Wisco jersey”

But that’s not even as bad as it gets

Sometimes knee hockey matches would end with trips to the emergency room

Not for anything too bad, just busted lips, broken noses

You’d have an outdoor rink in your backyard

How many times would your five children (bc let’s be real we’re counting roman as a child) come in with blue lips after playing outside?

Queue the hot chocolate

LOTS OF WHIPPED CREAM AND MARSHMALLOWS

Ro would squirt some whipped cream directly into his mouth as he’s getting the cocoa ready for the kiddos

“Daddy can I try?”

Needless to say, you go through an entire can of whipped cream

Once the hot cocoa is done, you all cuddle up on the couch for a Disney movie

The kiddos all fall asleep

That’s when you just look over at Roman and smile

He’s got this look on his face that just says “Thank you”

You cuddle into his side and he kisses the top of your head

As a recap

Ro is the fun parent but is a great dad

The kids all look up to him

And you’re just content with life with him

This is for you lil sis @puckshitbitch :)

[cultofbeatles]

beginners guide to the members of led zeppelin (kind of)

a disclaimer before anyone starts reading: we all know led zeppelin is shady as hell and we hardly ever get anything confirmed or denied around here. so some stuff is up for speculation. everything in this post are things i've read in books, heard in interviews, or got from some other source. when it comes to “facts about led zeppelin” sometimes you gotta take it with a grain of salt. but honestly it’s led zeppelin we’re talking about, anything is possible. also this is all in good fun and giggles. with that being said, let’s get started with introductions to the members themselves.

jimmy page 

james patrick page 

born on January 9, 1944 

he’s a capricorn sun, cancer moon, and scorpio rising so you just know he’s a crazy motherfucker 

was an amazing session guitarist and basically everyone wanted him 

went to art school bc he’s just talented at everything i guess 

if you didn't know already he played the guitar for Joe cocker’s ‘with a little help from my friends’

declined his first offer to join the yardbirds but later decided to join 

was the last member to leave the group

basically was the leader of led zeppelin 

was gifted a telecaster guitar by his friend jeff beck and he adored it 

and he painted a cool dragon design on it 

played on it for the first led zeppelin album 

when he was on tour one of his friends painted over his dragon design and ruined the guitar 

he produced all of led zeppelin’s albums and is responsible for the remastering of those same albums 

paid for led zeppelin’s first album to be produced with his own money

deadass would have whips and handcuffs around with him on tour for the groupies 

but was apparently an amazing lover and cared for the people he slept with

one time he got naked on a food cart thingy, put whip cream over his body, and had john bonham push him into a room with groupies in it 

has such a small and soft voice 

was fascinated in aleister crowley and his work

would collect crowely memorabilia 

even bought crowley’s boleskine house 

had a bookstore at one point so he could get books easier 

struggled with addiction to drugs for most of the seventies 

went on a liquid diet late seventies and refused to eat solid food 

he got really skinny bc of it :( 

miss pamela (one of his girlfriends/lovers) once said that jimmy cried on the phone to her over her playboy photoshoot lmaoo

once flied pamela’s pet raccoon in first class 

allegedly had a relationship with lori maddox who was about 15 years old 

laughed as two of his girlfriends were fighting each other 

was kind of constantly nervous about his and the band’s image

has amazing guitar solos and improvisation but damn sometimes they drag on foreverrrr

deadass scared the shit out of david bowie so much that he had his house exorcised and would avoid jimmy at parties 

we love demons 

zoso

he’ll never tell us what zoso means and I'm mad

had two people die in his home. one was a friend who died from a drug overdose, and the other was john bonham when he died from choking on his vomit.  

has been accused for the deaths of john bonham and robert plant’s son karac bc of that stupid “curse” rumor

deserves critiques for several things but doesn't deserve hate for that 

has been through a lot and come out pretty okay

produced his current girlfriend’s, scarlett sabet, spoken poetry vinyl 

check out scarlett’s work bc it’s amazing

would probably always be down for another led zeppelin reunion 

robert plant

robert anthony plant 

born on august 20, 1948

this is the most attractive man ever. do not argue with me. 

nicknamed percy 

wasnt jimmy’s first pick for a singer 

jerry reid suggested robert to jimmy. and when jimmy asked what he looked like jerry said, “like a greek god.”

jimmy thought something was wrong with robert when he first found him bc he was such a good singer and hadn't been signed yet 

after a practice together jimmy knew he had his singer 

he would call robert “the young guy with the powerful voice.”

he thought about leaving the band early on bc he was so nervous about being in it 

convinced john bonham to join the group bc they were the bestest of buddies 

he’s not credited on the first album bc he was still under another contract 

started song writing for the second album by jimmy’s memory 

it didn't take long for him to gain confidence and start owning the stage 

once when he was performing a dove flew in his hands 

there’s an audio of him singing john bonham happy birthday and it makes me so happy 

he would call himself a greek god 

would party with john bonham a lot 

kind of the hippy of the group 

moans moans moans and even louder moans into the microphone 

would wear women’s shirts and looked amazing in them 

nurses do it better 

not to mention his super tight jeans 

we all know his dick is huge and he’s just showing it off 

has the prettiest, fluffiest blonde hair 

and the sweetest smile 

can you tell that i find him attractive yet?

has a fear of earthquakes 

also supposedly had some sort of a relationship to an underage groupie named sable starr (14)

also has a fear of led zeppelin nowadays 

either fear or amnesia 

it’s likely that he’s the reason we’ll never get another led zeppelin reunion 

though a close friend thinks that if the show went to charity robert would probably do it 

robert loved john bonham too much to play in led zeppelin without him

and i respect that a lot 

no matter how much he’s offered for a show he turns it down every time

in 1975 he got in a severe car crash and ended up being in a wheelchair 

still went on to record zeppelin’s album 

once while recording on crutches and started to fall and jimmy apparently zoomed in to save him. robert never saw him move that fast before

his five year old son (karac) died from a sudden stomach illness while he was in america on tour

absolutely crushed him 

was deeply upset that neither jimmy page or john paul jones reached out to him during that time of his life 

john bonham was there for him though 

robert apparently never forgave them for that 

a car he was working on fell on top of him and crushed some of his ribs as well 

late seventies was not a good time for robert plant 

but he got through it all like a champ

hates stairway to heaven with a passion lmao  

one time he paid a radio station a shit ton of money just to make sure they'd never play stairway to heaven again 

almost didn't sing stairway for the 2007 reunion but ended up agreeing to it after all 

he said he breaks out in hives when he has to play that song 

he and jimmy made their own symbols. robert’s is the feather inside the circle 

in 2007 he won beard of the year 

john bonham

john bonham 

born on may 31, 1948

nickname is bonzo

oh boy, there’s a lot of stories about bonzo 

he was known as the nicest and sweetest guy ever 

unless he was drunk 

he drank a lot :/

denied jimmy’s offer to join the group and continued to deny it until robert convinced him 

once flew the starship (led zeppelin’s plane) even though he didn't have a license to 

hated touring so much 

he always missed his family 

so he drank 

he was so damn crazy when drunk that the other members would book rooms floors above where his was so he wouldn't disturb them

tore about his hotel rooms like no other 

he has a son named jason bonham who he loved a lot 

bought him a nice drum kit when he was younger 

jason is just about led zeppelin’s biggest fan next to jimmy page 

one time bonzo broke a girl’s vibrator when drunk

also punched a girl in the face when drunk once bc she waved at him 

partly responsible for the famous mud shark story where a girl was apparently fucked with a dead shark by him and zeppelin’s tour manager 

liked cars a lot 

really really loved his family. cannot stress it enough

was irked that john paul jones got out of playing shows during the christmas holiday and he didn't 

punched robert in the face once too 

him and john paul jones equals the best rhythm section ever 

jimmy would call it magic how well him and bonzo got along 

bonzo could handle anything jimmy threw at him 

he wasn't really a part of it, but he had to go to jail bc peter grant and two other dudes almost killing a man (long story omfg, but apparently the doctors had to put the dude’s eyeball back into his socket)

was there for robert when karac died 

they were really good friends 

there’s an interview with them together where bonzo is laughing at robert about his little farm 

gave good hugs apparently 

played drums like no other could and knew he was good 

but still sometimes got insecure and got upset when someone he looked up to said his drumming wasn't all that special 

his symbol is the three rings and he picked it out of a book like john paul jones did his 

he died in jimmy page’s house (not the crowley house btw)

he had to drink the equivalent of 40 shots of vodka and choked on his vomit in his sleep 

led zeppelin died on the same day 

nobody can replace john bonham 

his son filled in his role for the 2007 reunion show and did an amazing job of it. the whole show is on youtube, go check it out

john paul jones

 john richard baldwin 

born on january 3, 1946

nickname is jonesy 

was also a session guitarist like jimmy 

they had worked together before 

when he found out jimmy was forming a group he called jimmy and was basically given the spot immediately 

not only was the bassist but also the keyboardist 

and could play the recorder 

insanely talented. put some respect on his name 

he talks in italics i swear to god 

i don't have mainly crazy stories about jonesy bc he wasn't about that life 

deadass he would go on stage, perform, walk off stage and go to a whole separate hotel from the other

he would only tell one person where he was at and told them not to call unless for super urgent emergencies 

pissed peter grant off so much lmao 

wasn't really super close to anyone in the band tbh 

but bonzo was probably his greatest friend in the band 

jimmy and robert kind of leave him out in my opinion 

or they use to 

when he found out that jimmy and robert were making their own symbols instead of picking out of a book like he was he said “of course!”  and laughed 

was pretty much left out of the live aid show 

he had to squeeze himself on the stage and wasn't even able to play bass. he had to play the keyboard 

“and thank you to my friends for finally remembering my phone number” -savage as hell john paul jones 

he was one of the two people who found john bonham dead 

it’s sad to think about

is actually quite funny

he has this kind of dry humor?? idk but it’s amazing 10/10 content 

when john paul jones walks into the room interviewers break into a sweat

managed to look like a completely different person every year throughout the seventies or is it just my eyes?

has an Instagram account now go follow it for cute throwback photos lol

that’s all i really have for generic useless information about led zeppelin members for beginners. i hope it was somewhat entertaining. i'll make some more beginners stuff for led zeppelin. i will make y'all stan them lmao. i'm tagging @babygotblueeyes​ bc i know for a fact you want to get into them <3

[blog-sliverofjade]

Hearth Fires 13: Briefing

Pairing: Remi Denier x OFC

Summary:  Lorel Maddox just wants to live as a human, run her bakery in peace, and forget. Unfortunately, the alpha of the local leopard pack has very different ideas.

Remi Denier doesn’t know what to make of the female Changeling who wants nothing to do with him or the RainFire pack. He does know that he has a driving need to protect her. Even if it’s from herself.

While they’re embroiled in a battle of wills, there’s a war brewing on the horizon. The outside threat could not only destroy everything they hold dear, but tear apart the fragile new bonds of the Trinity Accord, plunging the world into bloodshed to rival the Territorial Wars of centuries past.

Word count: 2128

Hearth Fires Masterlist

Beta read by the magnificent @pandabearer​

A harsh reputation can be the first line of defense.

      -Hawke Snow, alpha of SnowDancer

      Briefing the sentinels on the meeting with Sheriff Shaw was like chewing glass.  The violence simmering under his skin was nearly at the combustion point by the time he was done.  The darkness was taking over, a maelstrom churning in his gut because the strength that came with the frenzy was dangerously tantalizing.  More than most alphas, he knew that strength could harm those it was meant to protect.

      Good alphas maintained order with a balance of heart and harsh discipline.  Without that balance, packs didn’t last long.  The pack haemorrhaged members left and right until only unmated dominants, mostly males, remained.  The subsequent battles for dominance tore the remnants apart.

      He would never hurt their most vulnerable, even if that meant abdicating as alpha.  Both thoughts were abhorrent.  While it would be equivalent to cutting off a limb, he would do it in a heartbeat to protect them from himself should it come to that.

      There hadn’t been time for Remi to take a hard run, which was the only way he could vent the brutality that had been bred into his very bones.  A good, hard fight would be better, but not even his sentinels could withstand the full brunt of Remi’s wrath.  Perhaps later he’d see if Aden was available, the Arrow could take whatever Remi dished out and serve it back with interest.

      Taking a deep breath to cleanse the caustic memories, he clamped down on every vicious tendency with the unbending will that made him alpha and continued.

      “Lark, I want you to negotiate an alliance with StormWillow, see if they’re willing to trade intel.”  Information from an aerial perspective would be invaluable, and RainFire’s network on the ground was stronger than theirs.

      There was already an agreement in place to respect borders- they didn’t fly over RainFire lands, and the cats stayed out of raven territory- but nothing more formal than that.  When things hit the fan, the changelings looked to the predators for protection, and if his gut was right, it was best to start building on that foundation now.

      “Are you picking on me because of my name?”  She narrowed her eyes at him, not realizing he wasn’t in the mood for teasing.

      “Don’t crows eat songbirds, like larks?” Elijah quipped with a waggle of his eyebrows.

      A low growl was the only warning she gave before launching herself across the table at the other sentinel.  They fell to the floor while the others provided a laugh track for the scuffle, some helpfully calling out advice.

      “Hey!” Remi barked and dropped his control for a split second, allowing his power to lash across them all like a whip.  All heads snapped to target on him, the hooligans freezing where they were on the floor.  More than one face went ashen.

      “We’ve got a compromised area on the eastern border, a submissive in recovery from a vicious beating, increasing hostility from Enforcement, and you two think now’s a good time to fuck around?  Can you look Stian in the eye and tell him a little grab ass was more important than protecting the pack?”

      All eyes dropped from him in shame.  He let them stew in their mortification.  Yeah, he could be a bastard, but that was part of the job description.  This was his first true test as an alpha.  If they- if he- wasn’t up to the challenge, word would spread like fire through drought-parched grass.  Other predators would pick them off like wounded deer from a herd.

      “Out,” he snarled.

      After quickly putting the room to rights, they filed out without meeting his furious gaze.  Theo was the last one to leave and paused by Remi.

      “The restlessness is starting to affect more than just the juveniles.”  Without an alpha’s calming presence, teenagers could get aggressive and he sure as shit hadn’t had the internal calm required to maintain order.

      The darkness raised its head at the perceived criticism.  It wanted to rend and maim the offending party.  Fortunately, Theo didn’t wait for a response and made his exit.  Once he was gone, the malevolence settled again.

      The sudden ebb and flow of his ire had him worried he'd inherited the madness after all. Leaning forward to brace his hands on the table, Remi took a steadying breath, though his muscles remained tense as ever. Perhaps it would be best to give Aden a call sooner than later, before he did something he couldn't take back.

      Lorel fussed with the plate one last time; no matter how delicious they were, scones were nearly impossible to arrange aesthetically.  Pressing a hand against the cobalt blue teapot, handmade by a local artisan, she checked the temperature again.  Still warm.  Should she have made herbal instead?  Probably would have been the better choice, judging by the way her hand shook from the three cups she’d already had.

      There was a knock at the door, and she jumped.  Definitely should have made decaf.  She’d been too distracted fretting over the food that she hadn’t heard the car pull into the driveway.  That wasn’t too difficult when hover mode was used, but she normally would have heard it park.  Hurriedly scrubbing her palms on her black capris, she went to answer the door.

      “Tien, thank you for coming.”

      The woman on her doorstep wore a dusty pink ao dai with three-quarter sleeves over flowing white pants.  The long, clean lines of the clothing emphasized her slender form.  Lorel smoothed her own pear green sweater and wondered if she looked like a big, fat apple, because she sure felt like one in comparison to the other woman.

      The little rituals of hospitality as she welcomed her guest helped ease some of her nerves.  Once they’d settled in and been plied with pastries and tea, she sprang the reason for inviting Tien to afternoon tea.

      “As you no doubt heard the other night, I haven’t lived with other changelings since I was six years old,” she admitted, tucking a wayward curl behind her ear.  “I know nothing about what it’s like living in a pack.”

      “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have laid into you like that.”  Tien gently laid a hand on her arm, easing another knot of anxiety in Lorel’s gut.  “I get a little protective, but that’s no excuse.”

      “You already apologized.”  She laid her own hand over the other woman’s with a small smile.  “Would you mind giving me a Cliff notes version of what it’s like?”

      “Oh, honey, you’re going to regret asking me that!” she tilted her head back and laughed, onyx-black hair sliding like silk.  “That’s like asking a grandparent about their grandbabies; they’ll never stop!”  Lorel’s natural smile slipped into the customer service one and she took a quick sip that she didn’t need.

      “As I was saying, however poorly, we can’t afford to appear weak.  RainFire isn’t as big, powerful, or as established as DarkRiver or SnowDancer.”  Even Lorel had heard of those Californian packs.  They were involved in the events that had changed the world and worked to build Trinity.  “Some might see a pack unable to run off a stray cat and think we’re easy prey.  Our laws help keep the peace; without them, it’d be the Territorial Wars all over again.”

      “It sounds like a dictatorship.”

      “Hm, it can be in unhealthy packs,” she conceded after a moment, looking out at the middle distance of the backyard.  The tiny sunroom off the kitchen was set up as a dining nook, and Lorel left the French doors open to take advantage of one of the last warm afternoons of the season, giving them an unobstructed view of where the civilized backyard gave way to wild forest.

      “And in healthy ones?” prompted Lorel when it was apparent Tien wasn’t going to continue in that vein.

      “Anyone, even Jojo, can approach Remi.  Whether or not he actually does what we suggest is another matter because he has to weigh in all the factors.”  She grinned, no doubt imagining the types of proposals her daughter would come up with.  “The mark of a healthy pack is the cubs and submissives.  If they don’t feel safe and secure, then they’re not happy.”

      “So, you’re not a submissive, but you’re not a soldier?”

      “I’m mid-range.”  A slender hand held horizontally and tilted side to side.  “I’m what’s called a maternal.”  Drawing back, Tien gave her an appraising look.  “You’re a little hard to peg, but you’re probably either submissive or maternal.  Definitely not a dominant; you don’t strike me as stubborn, competitive, arrogant, domineering, aggressive…”

      “Don’t hold back, how do you really feel about them?”

      “Dominants will both treat you like spun glass and push and push until you set boundaries.”  Tien chuckled at her wry tone.  “And even then they might try and test those boundaries.”

      “Maternal or submissive?  Makes it sound like I should be barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen.”  Practically radiating feline mischief, Tien gave Lorel’s bare feet a pointed look, then slid her eyes towards the kitchen a few feet away.  “You know what I mean!” she laughed.

      “Maternal doesn’t just mean motherhood.”  More throaty laughter that instead of being directed at Lorel, encouraged her to join in.  “We’re the ones that keep us all together, organize fun things like the party the other night.  A submissive’s role isn’t about power, it’s about love.  They help the rest of us maintain our humanity.  If we were all dominants, we’d end up at each other’s throats before long.”

      A familiar ache stabbed through her chest and she turned away on the pretext of topping up her cup.  Once she had herself back under control, she found Tien staring at her with the unblinking intensity of a predator in her dark, triangular eyes.

      “Uh, does that happen often?” she coughed, hiding behind a quick drink.  “Turning on each other?”

      “Dominants are built to protect, but too many of them for too long and it usually doesn’t end well.  Packs need a balance of dynamics.  It’s up to the alpha to ensure that, and really, in the end, the alpha can either make or break the pack.  Like humans, we have our own tragedies and evils,” she sighed and rubbed a thumb along the handle of her cup.  “As far as I know, and I’m not an expert, we’re no better and no worse statistically speaking.  Some of us in RainFire come from… less than ideal situations.”

      “Jojo?”  Both ocelot and woman were immediately on alert, bristling at the thought of any harm coming to the little girl.

      “Oh no!”  Eyes widening in earnestness, Tien put a reassuring hand on Lorel’s shoulder.  Surprisingly, she found herself leaning into the touch, even imagined what it’d feel like on her bare skin.  It wasn’t anything sexual; it just felt so good that Lorel imagined her skin was greedily soaking it up and feeding it directly to her soul.  Even her animal- usually an angry, semi-feral thing- calmed until it was practically purring.

      “Not my family,” she shook her head and removed her hand to take another apple cheddar scone.  The cat snarled at the loss of contact, its typical surliness rushing back in to fill the void.  “I just meant that some of us didn’t really know how to live in a pack, either, so I’m sure you’ll fit right in.”

      Lorel’s primal half, hurting and denied release from the prison she kept it in, lashed out in the only course it had left.

      “I’m not an idiot, I know where I’d stand in the hierarchy and I’m not about to be anyone’s bitch.”  The vitriol in her voice, harsh and throaty with the cat, startled even her.

      Utter silence reigned.

      Cold slithered down her spine.  Normally, given its druthers, her ocelot would always choose fight over flight, deranged thing that it was.  But some long-buried instinct in the cat surfaced, warning that Tien was more powerful.  Experience taught that, that always boded ill for her.

      The animal she kept so tightly controlled scrabbled to escape, raking her insides bloody in a demand to be set free.  It needed to run and save them both from the situation it created.  She’d long ago learned to allow fleeting bits of freedom to that aspect of her nature before it grew too wild, too painful to contain.  Because of that balancing act, it had been years since she last lost control and shifted involuntarily.

      The pain and ecstasy of the shift didn’t even register to the cat.  Not pausing to settle her fur, she bolted out the open doors, leaving the woman to call after her in surprise.

[cj-rogers]

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[ [So Charlie Jo's spent a good time in detention calming down. Really she's calm.

Maybe all she needed was to hurt Miguel to feel a little better? lol

Maybe she should get a Miguel shaped punching bag?

Also detention served her well, because she was finally gaining some speed on her Dicken's report.

And to clarify, this wasn't just a one time in school detention.

Charlie Jo was going to be isolated for the next two weeks.

And so long as it didn't get back to her parents, she was going to be fine, right?

So wasn't just slowly unraveling into a shitstorm child, right?

This was just normal stuff, right?

Except Charlie Jo had never spent more than two days in detention. She never flunked a class. And she was, to her knowledge an pleasant student....

And it's bullshit, to begin with why she was there. She only pushed Miguel into a locker. JFc. And he deserved it. But the principal was such a freak about it. "Violent acts of outburst" and "Zero tolerance policy" Charlie Jo had to hold in her laughter in that conference.

Because it wasn't just a random act of outburst.

Like come On. 

He can't just take Merry to homecoming. It's not fucking right. He was supposed to take Winnie. And IT WAS STILL A RINGING QUESTION of:

Why the fuck did Merry say yes in the first place?

So we're at Charlie's locker. Yay. And it's the end of the day. Yay. And there's a judge-y huff behind her. Yay.

And she could feel the heat from behind her, the heat of a ticking Tiff bomb. And in order to save time on the ticking, Charlie Jo whipped right around and met girlfriend with a smile, and a nice pulling of her waist because this is what she wanted, right? Attention. Give her attention. When you skip out on Equipment Room Time, you give attention.

Wrong. Charlie's met with a frown, and a step back, and she can read it on Tiff's face. "We need to talk."]

What's wrong?

You were in detention??

[ Tiff’s expecting Charlie to explain, but this is Charlie Jo, you're going to have to ask her what you want her to say. Like, come on. So a gulp because is it safe to even explain? Not even a nod, right now lbr.]

Was it worth it?

[ And Charlie's let go of the waist and any smile on her face has disappeared.]

No. Not if I'm honest. I mean, would detention ever be worth the crime??

[ And a dark chuckle from this jealous waiF.]  Well, it was enlightening to me to say the least.

[ Tiff's anger is showing even more. Tiff's sentence is a little too vague for Charlie anyways. And she's definitely sure as fuck not saying anything.

Like if you have bad news, and the tone in your voice is saying so, Cj doesn't want to hear it, and she's not going to ask about it. She's going to deflect, she's going to turn her head away and take some steps back into her locker because this does not sound good.]

It had me questioning. Why were you in there to begin with? Apparently, I missed a giant scene earlier today. But it couldn't be true, right? Why would my girlfriend attack Miguel Rivera? Why would she be spending so much time with the Warner girl? Why has she been distant-- and you can't blame your parents for that one, Charlie.

[ And now it's completely evident that Tiff's mad at her. Great. The air is extremely uncomfortable and Tiff's biting at her lip and everything's wrong, Charlie can feel it.]

And you know, it's really got me wondering about how you haven't said it back to me.

[ And a scoff, because heRE WE GO, time to unWILLINGLY FACE OUR PROBLEMS.]

You haven't, Charlie.

[ And Charlie's opened her mouth to defend herself but, she's not allowed words, like finger up at Cj, like Maddox.]

To be clear, I'm not asking you to. I'm not. [ A finger shake.] But I would like to understand why, because if it's me I can deal with that, but if it's because of something else I think it may be, then I can't do this anymore. I mean, this was supposed to be fun, but ask yourself, Charlie, are you having fun anymore?

[ And Charlie is like two seconds away from kicking her locker out of frustration because WHY ARE WE HAVING THIS CONVERSATION.] What if I'm just not ready to say it? Could that not be a logical possibility?

Could be. But I'm not willing to put my faith in that.

[ And a slight silence and Charlie's still looking away.] What are you putting you faith in otherwise?

My intuition, and all the other context clues around me.

[ A huff and she’s still looking away, but there is a set of cut eyes.] Which lead to what conclusion, Nancy Drew?

You can't tell me you love me because you love someone else.

[ And Charlie's almost too quick in shaking her head. Literal violent head shaking madness.] No I don't.

I think, maybe I would have been okay with it, if you could just be fucking honest with yourself and with me.

I think you're letting stupid things and people get to you and you're overthinking us. And I think you have been overthinking us for a while now. [ It's a little too stern.]

Do you want to know what I think? I think you love Beau's sister. [She's not gonna say her name.] I think you always have, I don't think you'll ever get over that. And I think you've been lying to me this whole fucking time.

[ Hearing this, you can only imagine is giving Charlie Jo and enormous headache, and a pounding in her ears and she is going to go insane if she hears Merry's name again.]

I have gotten over it. [ mORE vIOLENT hEAD SHAKING.]

Then why is she still finding ways to mess with your head, Charlie? Why is it still affecting you? If you're over it, then fucking be over it.

It's not affecting me. [ A nice heavy exhale like damn.] She's not doing anything! She wants nothing to do with me, and I want nothing to do with her. I've told you this. I wouldn't do that to you. I told you, I wouldn't hurt you like that.

I may believe that you want to be with me, because without this feeling~ stuff, we have fun. And I told you to not tell me your feelings about me.

So fine, let's have fun. Start over. Whatever.

It's not enough anymore, Charlie. Seeing you leave detention with rumors of you pushing a guy for her... I think it's pretty clear.

[ And Charlie could scream. The frustration with this girl. Holy shit. She pushed Miguel for WINNIE--let’s tell yourself that Cj. 

And she's not ready-- not comfortable in having this conversation no. And even if she was slightLY fucking torn over the whole Merry GOING TO HOMECOMING thing, she wasn't going to lose her steady gf choice, nAH. So with Beau's words in mind from a previous conversation with him, she's plunging head first.]

I love you, okay? Is that what you want to hear. Is that good enough for you? I said it. Can we stop this? [ And that's a scowl, as Tiffany is backing off and shaking her head, because no, that’s not what she wanted. She didn’t want a forced declaration. She wanted something real, but seriously Charlie can’t read this. And this can not be happening, Charlie Jo cannot lose her girlfriend. She's already had a shitty day. A real shitty day. Just no.

So as Tiffany's pulling out of that conversation, Charlie Jo is looking like a complete psycho freak in front of everyone? idk who cares? As she's grabbing that girl's face and staring her straight in the eyes and repeating those three words in a very deliberate manner over and over until her point is across. but there's no point to be made, right?  It’s when Tiffany's finally shut her eyes that Charlie's given up, hands at her side.]

How many times do have to say it? I don’t know how to make you happy. I don’t know what you want from me.

I want you to mean it, Charlie.

[And anOTHer black look from Charlie Jo.] I can't believe you're letting something stupid get in the way-- [And a headshake.]

I can't believe I was stupid enough to get in the way of you and Merry Bravo.

[ Charlie could hit a wall right now.]

And I'm not going to anymore. I told you from the beginning you weren't going to break my heart, and I wouldn't break yours.

I thought that was just a dramatic one-liner you were dropping to sound cool.

[ There's a flash of a smile from the girl, because it was.] I'm not doing this anymore Charlie. I'm not sitting on the sidelines while you play something out with someone else.

Tell me, what the fuck am I playing out?? Because I don’t get i--

--It's over, Charlie.

[ And it’s hAPPEN. The moment Beau Bravo has been waiting for. There’s a very poisonous look from Tiffany and she is really serious.]

You can't just break up with me.

Watch me.

[ And Tiffany's sauntering off, kinda like that, but she has clothes on. Not a towel. Roll with it.

She's left with a cruel smirk and Charlie Jo has no other way but to take it out on everything else around her.

The literal throwing of her things to the ground.

And then she turned to her locker.

So the first slam was for experiencing her first break-up ever. 

The second slam was for Tiffany's smirk and losing the fight in general. 

The third was for Charlie Jo herself as she lied and lied and for nothing. It was all for nothing. 

The fourth was for Tiffany for saying Merry's name. 

And the fifth and final slam was for Tiffany being right about everything.

So the locker certainly had enough of the slamming, and now, as she tried to shut it, the door seemed as if it were completely unhinged. So the defeated Charlie Jo spun back around, sunk to the ground and replaced the slamming of the locker door with the back of her head. Just for good measure.]

[cj-rogers]

locked,

[ So it's  the end of the day. And lbr, Charlie Jo had spent the last of her school day in the equipment closet we talked about a post or two earlier, because her and Tiff were not going to be interrupted and they wERE going to spend time with each other. And who cares if it was during school hours?

Charlie kinda did.

But anything to make psyCHO HAPPY. RIGHT?

So with the looming thoughts of it getting back to her parents-- the skipping class, Charlie Jo was in a real rush to get the heck out of dodge. Also may have been because Tiff was giving her heart eyes and it was giving Charlie Jo the extreme heebies.

So they re-emerged from the closet, and normal life seemed to be happening, and the coast was clear. Time to get to the parking lot.

And Charlie Jo was two seconds from jetting, like taking to her heels and rUNNing away from Tiff, but Tiffany had pulled her, you know, by her arm, and placed a nice peck on her cheek.

And Charlie Jo, she chuckled too nervously, returned the favor, and promised that if by some miracle she were given her phone back, yes, she'd call Tiff.  And see you tomorrow, babe. Gotta go.  She's off. Eye roll once her back is turned. Because get a grIP.

And boy is Cj ever, not so alert because there were a couple of people to brush her by her shoulder.

She was stuck in her head again. Because she could possibly be grounded again, and she was still stUCK In A PICKLE. A TIFFANy LOVING HER PICKLe.

And she only liked pickles with her grilled cheeses. So Jesus.

Stuck in that terror dome of her brain, she continued on. Thinking about her imminent doom. Because shit was going to hit the fan. It ALWAYS Did. And let's just hope she would be on the opposite side of the fan blowing-- OR WOULD IT EVEN MATTER?? What's the point of that analogy?

Progress Reports. Ditching class. Missing assignments. "Who was this Charlie Jo?"--Stove Roger's voice rang in her head, but it was easily clouded by the sound of Tiffany's "I love you, Charlie" and then fucking throw in Merry's "I'd rather sleep with fucking Miguel twenty more times than have to even sit in this damn room with her for another minute."

And there was a clenched jaw at that one. A real clenched jaw with some angry furrowed eyebrows because what an asshole. Both of them.

So there were voices all up in her head scrambling that brain of hers.

Maybe she was the psycho one.

Anyways why not add another voice in her head. The slowly breaking sound of Winnie apologizing the last time they "hung out"-- can you even call it that?--

Because as she was walking towards the car parking lot--because yes, her dad is still picking her up from and dropping her off at school-- her eyes just so happen to land on a Winifred Warner sitting all alone again forlorn, and clutching a soccer ball, with words she couldn't make out scribbled on it. you know.

And Winnie appeared to be waiting for a ride, too.

So what was the harm in sitting next to her and waiting on her ride as well, and maybe end one of those voices in her head with some closure and a simple conversation?

That sounded nice. A simple conversation. Closure. Af.

Anyways the guilt in Charlie Jo's heart pulled her to that table because as she approached, even more, Winnie looked even sadder.

And now, Cj's sitting. And she's gotta ask.]

Whatcha got there?~

[ And Winnie's a little too zoned out on the crying to have noticed someone was there sitting next to her. She had been staring at the concrete before her through blurry eyeballs. But once the blurriness landed on Charlie Jo, there was an attack hug of no other.

The soccer ball falling to the ground, and Charlie's now read what it said. And gathering the assumption from their last conversation well... She allowed Winnie to clutch to her, and maybe even gave her a pat on the back here and there. WHY DID THIS KEEP HAPPENING TO HER? SHE IS NOT THE PERSON TO CRY TO? WHY DIDNT WINNIE GET THAT THE FIRST TIME?]

...I'm guessing Miguel said no to homecoming.

[ And Winnie, poor Winnie. She really didn't want to hear those words aloud, began to sob on Charlie Jo's shoulder.

LIke really, go ahead Winnie Warner I didn't even like this shirt. Leave your eye juice on my clothes and you make those real inaudible sounds. I'm not freaking out. And let's try not to get your hair wet with tears. Let me just--- pat-- this out of the way. Okay, consoling is not too hard, but omg stop.

But as devastated as Winnie sounded and as long as it took to finally calm her down... by the look of it, the outcome had to have been a real terrible outcome.

So finally after a long calming breath, Winnie shakenly spoke in a more coherent sentence from Charlie's shoulder.]

You were wrong, Charlie Jo.

[ And Charlie's watching the girl pull away and wipe her tears with the sleeve of her sweatshirt. And so now, Charlie's ready to cheer her up with a soft hey, and a set of squinty eyes at Winnie because don't be sad. You're too much of a cutie to be sad, and I'm never wrong :(

But there was a bomb to be dropped in 3..2--]

He asked Merry. And she said yes. Their going to homecoming together.

[ And Winnie is shaking her head some more and there's going to be another full Winnie breakdown. Her lip was quivering and the complete lack of words from Charlie Jo gave her no other option but to go to the shoulder and cry some more. And she did. Talk about a drenched snotty white tee.

Needless to say, the news shot Charlie Jo in the back of her head because.

THERE GOES A fUCKING hEADACHE or mAYBE A BULLET TO HER BRAIN.

And even if she wasn't allowed to feel the same way Winnie felt, she could feel the betrayal hIT HER rEAl deep because what the fuck was Merry thinking going ANYWHERE WITH THAT SCRub.

So try to imagine it, a fuming Charlie Jo, who had forgotten all about her girlfriend and the problems they had, half-heartedly trying to console Winnie with back rubs and "Shhh-ing", and all, but her face is full of pure rage. As her blood boiled at the thought of Miguel and Merry holding hands, dancing, and jeSUS h cHRISt GOING HOME AFTER A DANCE TOGETHER.

Because it's one thing to say where she'd rather be in front of everyone, and it was one thing to say it just to make Charlie Jo mad and/or humiliate her in front of their parents, but it was a completely DIFFERENT THIng to even thINK ABOUT GOING TO A DANce without her-- and with Miguel instead. AND ACTUALLy DOING THE THINGS SHE, CHARLIE HAD THOUGHt, WERE JUST IDLE THREATS.

And they were going?! To HOMECOMING?!!

It was ridiculous. She didn't want to believe it, but who was Merry anyways, these days?  SOMEONE WHO WENT TO HOMECOMING??????/

She didn't fucking know.

And regardless of not speaking to each other and "not wanting" to speak to each other. Charlie Jo could only come up with one conclusion.

But that conclusion was interrupted--]

C-charlie?

[ And Charlie Jo is shaken back from her thoughts. There's a Winnie looking up at her, and the pain in her face, Charlie could feel to her core. Because, fuck yeah, it hurt.

And unfortunately, it was awakening the stifled forgotten feelings Charlie Jo had been trying to forget. That face, staring up at Cj, may as well have been her own.]

Yeah. I'm listening. [ She' trying to convince herself.]

I know you were probably joking when you said it, but I can't think of anyone else to ask, now. Hanna was so certain he would say yes, we never thought this would happen.

[ And honestly Charlie isn't catching on to this, she's still 2pissed off to even be paying attention to what Winnie's saying. 4 real, but Winnie moved away from her shoulder. And she was reaching under the picnic table bench for something, and it was in full view what was happening once the soccer ball was placed on Charlie Jo's lap and it had finally occurred what was happening. Winnie looked up at Charlie with a hopeful smile, but Charlie immediately dejected that notion with a shake of her head and a frown.]

No, I...I'm sorry can't.

[ And a catch in Winnie's breath]

I know I said I would, but I can't go to homecoming with you. Not if they're going to be there t-[a clENCHED JAW AS SHE'S TRYING TO FORCE THIS WORD OUT EVEN.] together. I'm sorry. I don't want to see that any more than you do. If I'm... if we're honest.

[ Now a shake in Winnie's breath.]

And, plus Tiff would kill me. Literally, kill me. She's already threatened by you because you're like a super babe. [ t r y i n g  to lighten the mood.]  I'm sorry. I would. I swear, no, I promise, I would if things were different but--It's just too fucked up. [ And a scoff as she's reMINDED OF THE FACT.]

Like, maybe I'll make it up to you. Like the next dance or something? Prom's like lightyears away, but I'll be the first to ask you. Fuck, I'm asking you right now, we can go to prom, but not homecoming.

No it's fine--I understand.

[ And poOR WINNIe. She was trying real hard not to cry, but all Charlie could do was stare down at that proposal, as Winnie took her leave because her Dad was finally there to pick her up. what a mess]